Peter Parker Oneshots

Thoughts (Smut)

A/n: I'm bored and this randomly just came to me so. Enjoy~!

(Smut, I think this is how this is classified. Y'all don't read it if y'all are uncomfortable. I kinda can't force you to read it anyway so.)

Peter Parker was kind of an average teenage boy. Other than being SpiderMan thing. Actually, there's not much normal about his life, other than the essentials. Food, water, education, other things of the sort.

Right now, he was actually being a normal teenage boy. Not doing Spider Man work, or working on home work, he was, well...

He had been stressed out a lot recently, and decided to relax.

He laid down on his bed, not before locking the door. Though most people would watch something to do this, he liked to let his mind wander. His mind ran immediately to someone in particular.

She was completely off limits. Being his boss's daughter, but god was she gorgeous. Shiny h/c hair, sparkling, deep, e/c eyes. That's not all he likes about her, she was smart and funny and one of the sweetest and most respectful people he's ever met. Ironic considering who her father is.

Just the thought of her doing something slightly dirty made him excited. Maybe it was how actually beautiful she was, maybe it was his hormones talking. He couldn't tell. He started palming himself, moaning slightly.

He didn't have to worry about May, it was very late at night, and she could sleep through an earthquake.

He reached into his pants, imaging it as her, any piece of her really, her hand, her mouth, her... he moans louder at the thought. God how bad he wanted to touch her in ways nobody else would be allowed to. Though he knew he would be way too nervous if she so much as kissed his cheek, he wanted to absolutely dominate her. Give her exactly what she wanted. Hear her moan his name in pure bliss, watch the lustful look in her eyes grow more as he touched her. Watch her red face and pretty parted pink lips. Look and admire her beautiful, beautiful body. He wanted to watch that happen. He didn't want anyone else to see her like that.

"Y/n..." he moans, pumping himself slowly, gaining a little speed, teasing himself, rubbing his thumb over the slit, wishing one day for her to be doing this, or him do something similar to her.

He absolutely loved everything about that girl, and the fact that she wore such loose fitting clothing, leaving so much to his imagination, never helped. He knew what she looked like in tight clothing, -he had seen it once or twice before- and god he loved it. Loved her.
He wanted her more than anything. He once saw her almost start crying over a dog video, than she giggled at herself for being crazy. And at that moment, he decided he wanted to give her the universe and than some.

He decided that he would love her till the day he dies. Nothing will ever change that. Even if she gets a boyfriend. A husband. A happy family. He'll pretend to be happy. And he will be. Because she is.

His breath hitches as he feels his member twitch in his hand at the thought of the time they went swimming together, though she wore a one piece, she looked like an absolute goddess.

He moans louder as he cums, his seed covering his hand. His thoughts won't leave though. He wishes with all his heart that he will have her one day.

~~~bloop~~~

Y/n sits in her, wearing her favorite shirt. Other than it being extremely big and comfy, it smelled like Peter. He left it here after a sleepover, with the whole team, of course. No way either of her dads (I loki ;) ship Stony sorry to bother you) would let her and Peter have a sleepover alone.

She bit her lip as she tried to focus on drawing, her father taught her to draw. She was rather skilled. She was only drawing one thing, or one person more over. And they weren't exactly an appropriate way to think of a friend. She's also extremely happy her Aunt Natasha refuses to let anyone snoop in her book, except herself of course, and she only did it when she was super bored. But Nat thought she needed privacy, as a teenage girl.

She thought drawing would destress her, not only did she have to go through school, she was self conscious, because her suit looked much curvier than her fathers, even if he wouldn't allow it to be as curvy as she was. And her parents were fighting. As usual.

She thought about doing something else, and it seemed so appealing. She than made a simple command.

"Friday? Make sure nobody is allowed in my room. Even my dads. Please?" She asks.

"Alright, Ms. Y/n." The female sounding AI responds.

"Thank you, Friday. And dad turned off the cameras in my room when I turned 13, right?" She asks.

"Yes Miss. Would you like for me to turn on the 'Moody Teenager' Protocol?" Friday asks.

"The one where nobody is alerted please. And close the curtains halfway." Y/n responds.

"Of course Ms. Y/n." Friday says.

She laid back on her bed, sliding her hand into her f/c boy-short panties. Playing with herself as Peter floods into her mind. She bites her lip at the thought of him touching her the way she touched herself.

He was so handsome. But she wasn't a bitchy prick, she liked him for his personality as well. He was so adorable and nerdy and funny. He was respectful. God she loved him. She wanted to give him everything and then some.

He was also very fit. They had swam together once, and he had very nice abs, and a very sharp v-line. (I love v lines) She moaned quietly at the thought, and slipped in a finger, moaning at the contact. She tried to keep quiet. Though it was very hard to hear anything through these walls, what if someone was trying to talk to her through the wall and they heard her moan Peter's name? Her secret would be revealed, Peter would know, and would be banned from seeing her ever again.

She imagine it was Peter touching her, his fingers, his tongue, his... she bit her lip to suppress a moan and her eyes rolled at the thought.

"P-Peter..." she moaned quietly, wishing so badly for her fingers to the boy's she loved.

As she felt a knot tighten in her abdomen, she rubbed a hand against her chest, shoving the shirt slightly up towards her face, and she releases as she inhaled his sent.

Though she came down from her high, her mind was still clouded with the thoughts of the boy, him doing absolutely sinful things to her, and her doing some back. This was going to be a long night.