♡ SpiderMan Imagines Andrew Garfield & Tom Holland♡

Peter Parker♡HoneyMoon

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warning: Smut, NSFW! Seriously don't read if you don't want to read graphic sex.

Writer: alloftheimaginesblog aka thequeenofthehobbits
Summary/Request: Requested by

anon: A NSFW oneshot with Peter Parker:

your guys' honeymoon night...
You ran and jumped onto the large soft bed that was yours for the next 2 weeks while you and Peter enjoyed your honeymoon. It was like lying face first in a cloud and you couldn't thank your new husband enough for taking you to Hawaii for your honeymoon. It was warm, the views were beautiful, the people were lovely, and the hotel was heavenly.
Soon a large body jumped on top of you and a pair of hands slid up your waist, fingers moving and tickling in every little spot they could get at. Rolling over onto your back, you giggled in a near scream "Peter!". The man grinned down at you relentlessly tickling you until you couldn't even breath.
You laid there panting heavily, looking up at your new husband. He was gazing down at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world, it was a look of pure love and you hoped it would never fade. You wanted this. You wanted Peter forever. Reaching a hand up and behind his neck you pulled his lips down to yours.
The kiss had started slow, soft, a declaration of silent 'I love you's' and happy thoughts, but soon a bite to the lip and a pair of hands running through Peter's hair turned the kiss into a heated mess of gnashing teeth and dancing tongues. You didn't want to pull away no matter how tight your chest got with the lack of oxygen, and you whined unhappily when Peter moved away from the kiss. Until the whine was replaced with a soft groan as a pair of soft, smiling lips trailed down your jaw and throat, biting a path to the hollow of your collar bone.
"Peter..." Your hands glided down from his neck to trace the bottom of his shirt, tugging on it lightly, you wanted it gone and at your request Peter sat up quickly tossing it behind him before returning to your skin. Your nails glided down his back gently and you could feel the shiver that ran through him and the deep moan that left the very back of his throat.
An eager knee slid between your legs, resting up against your heat and rubbing against you slowly through your clothes. A sharp gasp left your lips and you did your best to wriggle out of your sundress with Peter's helping hands, leaving you barely covered in your underwear.
"God, you're beautiful..." Peter's voice was low and huskier than normal as he gazed down at you, his knee still rubbing you through your panties as a hand slid up the skin of your stomach, and over the dip in your waist to cup your breast through your bra. Shivers ran down your body and you reached behind you to unclasp the damn piece of fabric that was stopping Peter's warm hands from touching you properly.
Lips trailed down your chest to your newly uncovered breasts, wrapping around a bud, while a hand came to cup the other one, a single thumb circling your nipple. Moans tore through your throat and your hands gripped tightly to Peter's back and tugged on his soft brown hair, no doubt leaving marks that wouldn't disappear for a day or two. He hummed around your breast at the feeling of your nails in his skin, a hand leaving your breast so both could slide down to your hips. Grazing against your hip bones, and sliding back and forth across sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps to rise atop your skin.
His lips left your breast, that had darkened in colour from the attention, and trailed themselves down the center of your torso, down your abdomen to rest just above your underwear. His fingers slipped underneath the elastic of the waistband and slid them slowly down your legs, kisses following the trail down your legs to your ankles as he removed the offending article.
Peter made the trip back up, kisses falling on your calves, behind your knee, up the inside of your thighs before hovering over your heat and listening to you squirm and groan impatiently on the soft covers of the bed.
"Pet-" You were about to urge him to touch you, when you were cut off by a moan as a pair of lips wrapped themselves around your clit sucking gently and grazing his teeth over the little bundle of nerves that would have you unraveling in his arms.
His fingers gripped your hips, holding them down to control them and stop them rolling forward only allowing you to take what he would give. Moans and groans and tiny little whimpers escaped your throat as Peter tongue trailed down your folds and dipped into you. It had been so long since he'd touched you like this and you craved it more than anything frantically trying to roll your hips into his tongue, trying to get more friction, to get deeper, to get more pleasure.
One gentle hand glided down from your hip sliding over your skin, a circling thumb rubbing at your clit and causing you to shake with want. You were so undeniably close to your end, to the pure blinding pleasure that would warm your limbs and have your melting into a pile of boneless you.
You said his name over and over like a mantra; Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter...over and over again, as long fingers delved into your core, hitting a place that had your back arching off the bed as lips returned to cover that little bundle of nerves and with a loud cry of Peter's name you fell off that ledge into what surely must have been oblivion, near crying from how wonderful it felt.
He slid back up your body, peppering little kisses across your cheeks as you recovered panting limply across the bed. "You okay?" You nodded, not feeling like you could even speak, but feeling that returning heat in your body at the gentle brown eyes peering down at you.
Your hands glided down to the buckle of Peter's belt and you helped him remove the last articles of clothing, pulling him on top of you and moaning gentle as he slid inside of you. He bit his lip, face scrunching up in the look you knew so well and that you had no trouble admitting had pure sex appeal.
You wrapped your legs around his back, heels digging in just above his arse, as your fingers ran through his hair gently, coxing his hips to move just that little bit deeper. To hit that spot inside you and when he did you were pretty sure stars were in your eyes and it didn't take long for you to reach your second orgasm wrapped around Peter's member tugging him over the edge as well.
He rolled off of you panting, pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you careful as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "I love you, Mrs. Parker..."
"I love you too, Mr. Parker."

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