𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Taking The Next Step*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Smut! 18+ Fingering, first time, language, size mention.

Summary → After a year of dating and being intimate, you and Peter decided to take the next step in your relationship.

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Peter's hand trembled slightly as he reached for the condom on your bedside table. He hesitated for a moment, his back still turned to you, as if he was gathering his thoughts. You watched him, heart pounding in your chest, anticipation swirling through your body. You’d been waiting for this moment, and even though you'd both done so much together before, this felt different.

When Peter finally slid his boxers off, your eyes widened, and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips. He immediately turned around, concern etched across his face. “What? What happened? If you want to stop, we can stop right now.” His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of panic in his tone.

You quickly shook your head, feeling your throat dry up as you tried to form words. “N-no… I-I don’t want to stop.” You swallowed hard, your eyes drifting down to his dick. “It’s just…” You hesitated, trying to figure out how to phrase it, then blurted out, “How’s that gonna fit, Peter?”

Peter’s eyes widened, and his face turned crimson as he realized what you meant. “Oh,” he muttered awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Um… I mean, we don’t have to… if you’re not ready…”

You bit your lip, your eyes still fixed on him. “You’re so big, Pete,” you whispered, your voice filled with awe. “Like… really big.”

Peter’s blush deepened, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. “I-I don’t want to hurt you,” he stammered, glancing back at you. “We can stop. I can wait longer if you’re not sure. I don’t want to mess this up.” His concern was evident, the gentle love he had for you clear in his eyes.

You sat up slightly, your hands reaching out to touch his hand, pulling him closer. “Peter, it’s okay,” you reassured him softly. “Just get me as wet as possible… and go slow.” Your cheeks burned with the words, but you wanted to calm him, let him know you trusted him fully.

He let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. “Okay… okay.” He climbed back onto the bed, leaning over you as his lips found yours again. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly deepened as he shifted between your legs, his body hovering over yours, his weight comforting. His hands began to roam your body, gentle and careful, just like always, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped when his fingers brushed against your inner thigh.

Peter’s lips trailed down to your neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin, causing you to squirm beneath him. “You’re so beautiful, babe…” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand traveled lower, fingers brushing between your legs, gently teasing your entrance. “Just tell me if it hurts, okay? I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

You nodded, your breath hitching as his fingers slid over your folds, spreading the wetness that had already gathered there. “I will,” you promised, your voice barely above a whisper.

Peter groaned softly as he pushed a finger inside you, his thumb circling your sensitive spot, drawing a whimper from your lips. “God, you’re so wet already…” he muttered, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You feel so soft around my finger…”

You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, your fingers tangling in his hair as he added another finger, stretching you slowly. “Peter…” you moaned softly, your body trembling beneath him. “I’m ready… I need you, baby.”

Peter’s breath hitched at your words, but he didn’t rush. He continued to work his fingers inside you, taking his time to ensure you were fully ready for him. “Are you sure?” He asked, his voice tight with restraint. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nodded, your body aching for him as you reached down to gently grab his wrist, stilling his movements. “I’m sure, Pete. Please… I need you inside me.”

Peter groaned softly, withdrawing his fingers as he reached for the condom. He fumbled with the wrapper for a moment, his hands shaking slightly, but he eventually rolled it on. He positioned himself between your legs again, his eyes meeting yours one last time, silently asking for permission.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as you felt the tip of him press against your entrance. Peter’s hand gripped your thigh, his other hand bracing himself beside your head as he slowly, carefully pushed forward.

You gasped at the sensation, your body stretching to accommodate him, but it wasn’t painful—just overwhelming... okay stings a bit. “Peter…” you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders.

He paused, his breathing labored as he tried to control himself. “I’ll go slow… I promise,” he whispered, his voice strained.

You nodded, biting your lip as he began to move again, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you. Both of you moaned at the feeling, and Peter buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“Fuck… you feel so good…” he groaned, his hands shaking as he held himself still, letting you adjust to him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Move, Peter… please,” you whispered, your voice filled with need.

Peter’s breath hitched as he slowly began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a gentle rhythm. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he murmured again, his lips brushing against your collarbone.

“You’re not…” you gasped, your body arching into his. “It feels good, Peter…”

Peter groaned, his pace quickening slightly as he became more confident, his movements growing more urgent. His lips found yours again, kissing you deeply as he lost himself in the moment, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, your body trembling beneath him as the feeling built inside you. “Fuck Peter… I’m so close,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him.

Peter groaned, his movements becoming more desperate as he chased his own release. “Me too, baby… just hold on…” He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he moved faster, pushing you both toward the edge.

With one final thrust, you came undone, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. Peter followed soon after, groaning your name as he spilled into the condom, his entire body shaking with the force of his release.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing. Peter slowly pulled out, you whimpered at the empty feeling. He tied the condom and threw it away in the trash can in your room. Peter collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead.

“You okay?” He whispered, his voice soft and full of love.

You nodded, snuggling into his chest as you smiled up at him. “More than okay,” you whispered back, feeling completely content in his arms.

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