𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

In Your Mind, In My Arms*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Soulmate Au, smut!!! 18+, talks about boners, language, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do it)

Summary → Your dream gives Peter a boner during patrol. As a revenge Peter teases you and finally gave into his desires.

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In a world full of soulmates, they share an unbreakable bond. Soulmates can feel each other's emotions, read each other's minds, and see what the other is thinking or imagining. They communicate effortlessly, speaking to each other within their minds, always connected no matter the distance.

The minute you got home, you collapsed onto your bed, utterly drained from the day's classes. School was relentless, and today had been no exception. After a quick dinner of leftover pizza and a warm shower that relaxed your muscles, you snuggled into your blankets, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. You let sleep take you.

In the depths of your slumber, your dreamscape transformed. Your dream started off sweet—just you and Peter cuddling in your room. You could feel his arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his body against yours. It was innocent at first. His hand softly caressed your back while your head rested on his chest, and you felt safe, comforted. But as dreams often do, it quickly shifted.

Now, you were under Peter, your hands in his hair as he kissed you deeply, his lips urgent, hungry. Your body moved against his, grinding, desperate for more. His hands roamed your body, sending heat through your core. Your soft moans escaped as his lips trailed from your neck to your chest. You gasped when you felt him kiss down to your breasts, his hands pulling your clothes off piece by piece.

Meanwhile unbeknownst to you, Peter was in the middle of patrol, swinging through the city. He’d just stopped a group of muggers in an alleyway, webbing one guy up when suddenly, a tingling sensation hit him. It was intense and...familiar. His mind flooded with images—your images. He could see through your eyes. And what he saw made his heart race.

Peter’s breath hitched as he felt everything you were feeling. Your dream wasn’t just vivid—it was tangible, real. Your moans echoed in his head, and the heat you felt spread through him like wildfire. His cheeks flushed bright red, and he felt his crotch tighten painfully in his suit.

“Shit,” Peter muttered under his breath, quickly webbing up the other mugger, Peter pulled himself up to a rooftop. His heart was pounding, his entire body flushed with desire. He took off his mask, gasping. His suit suddenly felt too tight, especially around his crotch area, and he realized, to his horror, that he was fully hard.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Peter paced back and forth on the roof, running a hand through his messy hair. “Y/n, baby, stop thinking about this!” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, but he couldn’t. He was too connected to you—he could still hear your soft moans, feel the need pulsing through your body as if it were his own.

Peter glanced down at himself, horrified. “Oh God, anyone could see this!” He muttered, panic setting in. If anyone saw Spider-Man like this… The headline flashed through his mind: "New York’s Hero Spider-Man Gets a Boner During Patrol." Peter groaned out loud. He couldn’t go back out like this.

He squeezed his eyes shut again and concentrated, trying to shut the connection off. But the more he fought it, the more intense it became. He could still see you, still feel you, his mind overrun with the dream. And as much as he loved you, this was not the right time. He had to do something.

Then it dawned on him. You weren’t thinking, you’re dreaming. You weren’t even aware of what you were doing to him right now. “Shit,” he muttered again. He couldn’t blame you, but God, he needed it to stop. He had to wake you up. Without thinking more, Peter reached for his phone, dialing your number as fast as he could, hoping you’d pick up.