𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

His Favourite Breakfast*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → SMUT!! 18+, Morning sex, kitchen counter, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, soft!dom!Peter.

Summary → Peter wakes up horny and needy in the morning and he takes you on the kitchen counter.

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You hummed softly as you stood by the stove, flipping another batch of chocolate chip pancakes. The smell of the warm batter and melting chocolate filled the air, making your mouth water.

You wanted everything to be perfect for Peter this morning. After all, he'd had a rough night on patrol, coming home bruised and utterly exhausted. The last thing you wanted to do was wake him up early. Letting him sleep in while you made his favorite breakfast seemed like the least you could do.

As you focused on the pancakes, you suddenly heard the soft sound of footsteps behind you. Before you could even turn, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and a familiar weight pressing against your back. Peter’s chin rested on the top of your head, his body warm and comforting against yours.

“Morning, babe,” Peter murmured in that deep, groggy voice he always had first thing in the morning. It sent a shiver down your spine every time.

You smiled to yourself, leaning back into him as you continued cooking. “Morning, Pete. I’m making your favorite,” you said softly, but the smile on your face quickly turned into a smirk when you felt something hard pressing against your back.

He has a morning wood.

It wasn’t unusual for Peter to wake up with one, but today it felt... different. He wasn’t pulling away like he usually did; instead, he pressed himself more firmly against you.

"Well, good morning to you too," you teased, a playful lilt in your voice. "You're... horny today, huh?"

Peter groaned softly, his breath hot against the back of your neck. “I can't help it,” he mumbled, pressing his hips forward a little more, making you feel just how hard he was. “Please, baby, I need you. I’m kinda desperate here.”

You felt your heart race at his words. It wasn’t like Peter to be so forward so early in the morning. Usually, his morning wood would calm down on its own or he'd take care of it in the shower, but today was different. The way he was holding you, the way he breathed against your neck, made your skin tingle with anticipation.

Without hesitation, you reached over and turned the stove off, pancakes forgotten for the moment. You turned in his arms, your back now against the counter, and looked up into his eyes. His hair was still messy from sleep, his eyes half-lidded with that sleepy, almost vulnerable look he always had first thing in the morning. But there was something more there too, desire, raw and palpable.

“Peter,” you whispered, brushing a hand through his curls before pulling him down for a kiss. The moment your lips met, Peter sighed against your mouth, his hands gripping your waist tighter.

The kiss was soft at first, sweet even, but you could feel him holding back. He was savoring it, dragging it out as long as he could.

Suddenly, Peter's hands slid down to your thighs, and with almost no effort, he picked you up, making you gasp as he plopped you on the kitchen counter. “Peter!” You laughed breathlessly, but he just grinned, his eyes darkening as he started kissing down your neck.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered between kisses, “I just... I need you so bad right now.”

His lips moved lower, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin of your collarbone, making you shiver. His hands tugged at the hem of your shirt—well, his shirt—pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion.