Marvel Smut and Imagines

Soaked (Peter Parker)

"Great. Fan-fucking-tastic," I grumbled as fat rain drops splattered on me. My pace speed up, wanting to get home before it started really pouring. But that happened in like, two minutes. My clothes became plastered to my body, making me regret my choice to not wear a bra today. My hair clumped together and it wasn't long before I became soaked to the bone. My house was another ten minutes away and I really didn't want to walk all the way there in this. But my friends apartment complex was right down the street.

I smirked and burst into a sprint, aiming for his apartment. I burst into the lobby, earning a warning stare from the old hag behind the counter. I rolled my eyes and waltzed into the elevator, smashing his floor number. I tapped my leg, freezing. Finally, the doors opened. I burst into a run, I skidding to a stop. "Pete! Peter!" I cried, pounding on the door. Nothing. "Peter! Peter! Peter Benjamin Parker!" I screamed. Finally I heard footsteps running towards the door. The door burst open and Peter stood behind it, alarm very apparent in his gorgeous brown eyes. "Peter! About damn time!" I sighed.

"Oh, Y/N! What the heck are you doing? You look soaked. Come in!" He gasped, motioning to come in. I muttered thanks and stepped in, shivering uncontrollably. "God, you must be frozen!" He gasps. I nod. "Here I have some dry clothes you can wear. Follow me," he says, grabbing my hand. A faint blush spreads on my cheeks but I let him lead me to his room. I watch with my arms crossed over my chest as I watch him grab a shirt and shorts. "H-here," he says, whirling around. His eyes widen when he sets eyes on me.

I frown, wondering what he's gawking at, but then I remember. My shirt is plastered to me and I'm not wearing a bra. I'm sure nothing much is left to his imagination. "Thanks," I force out, grabbing the clothes. He nods and darts out, but I don't miss the slight tent in his shorts. I shut the door mostly, leaving a small crack, but not thinking much about it. I peel the clothes off me, letting them smack on his floor. The cold air makes goosebumps appear on my arms and I shiver, running my hands up and down myself.

I grab his shirt to throw over my head but something grabs it. "Nuh-uh. I much prefer you like this," Peter coos in my ear. I gasp and try to whirl around but his strong hands press against my waist, pinning me against him and keeping me from turning. He presses a kiss to my neck and I shudder.

"Peter! What the hell are you doing?" I gasp. He smirks against my skin.

"What do you think?" I quiver as heat pools between my legs. When the hell did you become confident Peter? Especially when it comes to sex?

"Mmm P-Peter. Stop," I moan as his fingers graze very close to my most sensitive spot. He nips lightly at my jaw. "Peter." His fingers skim across my inner thigh. My hand grabs at his but my abdomen quivers in want.

"Tell me with 100% certainty you don't want this," he pauses and presses his thumb against my clit. My hips buck and my head slams against his chest, wetness starting to drip down my thighs. This is was definitely a side of him that I never would've thought existed."Because the way you're reacting," he runs a finger through my dripping slits, "says otherwise." I bite my lip and wrap an arm around the back of his neck, pressing us even closer. I'm well aware of his member pressing tightly against my ass.

"If you ask me," I breathe. He hums waiting for me to finish. "You're spending too much time around that Playboy Tony," I tease. I feel him grin against me.

"Is that bad Y/N?" He murmurs against my neck. I shudder, lust filling my brain.

"Fine," I whisper. As if I hit a button, he flips me around so our chest collide. He smashes his lips against mine, backing me up. He grabs my ass, stopping me right before I hit his bed. He slaps it slightly.

"Jump," he growls. I shudder and do as he says, jumping and wrapping my legs around his torso. He connects our lips again before smashing my back against a wall. I moan into the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck. He unwraps his arms from my waist, ripping his shirt off. My eyes widen at his shockingly (but very, very hot) tones abs and he winks at me. His hands grip my hips and he reconnects our lips. My hands fly to his waist, working on undoing his jeans. They snap off and I use my feet to kick them off his waist. I palm him through his boxers and he groans, deep and husky into the kiss.