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His Girl * // Peter Parker

"I'm on my way, what's up?" Peter asked breathlessly. You could hear the wind whisking past him and smiled, slipping your hand beneath your skirt.

"Just wanted to talk to you." You said softly, putting him on loudspeaker and spreading your legs further while you continued to touch yourself.

"Where are you?"

"Our place." You replied, then moaned softly.

"What was that?" Peter asked, voice edgy. You didn't reply, just moaning a little louder so he could tell what you were doing.

"Are you touching yourself?" He whispered. You hummed contently.

"I swear to God, y/n-"

"Fuck, Peter..." You sighed, rolling your head back and lying on the bed, back arching as your fingers went further in.

"Y/N, I already have to punish you, do you really-"

"Peter, oh my God, shit..." You drew out the name and the curse word, punctuating yourself with soft moans. You could hear Peter grunt, and you could tell he was finding it hard to concentrate on webbing his way back.

"Are you trying to kill me, y/n?" He growled and you closed your eyes, drowning in the sound of his voice and the pleasure you gave yourself.

"Y/n? Y/n, stop. Stop. Stop." Peter demanded but you didn't listen to the words, just his tone, his heavenly commanding voice...

The door flew open and the second it burst open, slamming into the wall beside, Peter was on you, grabbing your hands from beneath your skirt and pulling them up above your head, pinning your wrists to the bed while he kissed your lips with enough force to bruise. You kissed him back straight away, opening your mouth obligingly and letting him explore with his tongue. You could feel his anger pouring into your mouth and over your skin when his hands roamed over your clothes, ripping them off and leaving you undressed beneath him, thighs pressed together between his to try and get some friction. He pulled away from your neck, where he was passionately leaving love bites you wouldn't be able to hide with all the concealer in the world - scarves and turtlenecks from then on.

"Bad girl." He tutted, then carefully prised your legs apart and stood between them. You wriggled excitedly, waiting for him to touch you. And he didn't - he just stood, watching you. You hitched yourself up, lying propped up on your elbows.

"Peter what are you doing?" You asked, voice an octave higher than usual. He just frustratingly chuckled, drawing his feather-soft fingertips over your figure slowly. You whimpered a little and lay back down at the sensation of his freezing digits when they landed on your thighs, pressing a little harder than everywhere else. He knelt down and stayed there, not moving. You sat back up watching him just look at you and blow cold air onto your bare heat, smirking when you whimpered.

"Peter-" He pressed his face between your legs and started to lick a long, slow line up your slit, making you squeak before you could stop yourself and almost crush him with your thighs. He growled a little and you moaned before you could stop yourself at the vibrations of his voice on you, spreading your legs when he pushed them apart. He started to eat you out, the second he begun more moans reverberating around the spacious room, louder and more desperate as time went on. Peter knew exactly which spots to hit to get you going, knew just how hard and then how soft you liked it, knew every single little thing about what turned you on. It wasn't too long before a knot grew in your stomach and your vision began to go white.

"I'm- fuck, Peter, I'm gonna-" Just as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt the knot almost burst, Peter drew away. You groaned, sinking in the sheets and almost crying in frustration. Peter tutted smugly, then thrust into you hard enough to make you see vivid stars. You yelped, then moaned loud enough to wake all of Queens when he pulled back and filled you all the way up again, hitting your g-spot like he did it everyday (because he usually did). You could feel his hands gripping your hips so hard you thought he'd crush them in his fingers and hear his strained grunts and groans filling the room. You continued to moan, arching your back and gripping Peter's forearms desperately, accidentally drawing blood, when you came without warning.

"Dammit, y/n, you look so fucking good right-" Peter didn't finish, just filling you with his warm seed and moaning, the noise alone almost making you cum again. He rode out his high, then fell forward carefully, planting his head on your sweaty chest and panting. You both stayed down, your hands in his hair and his arms around your waist.

"How was punishment?"

"Better than usual." You replied quietly. Peter gently peppered your stomach with soft kisses.

"You're so good to me."

"I thought you said I'm bad, though?" You replied, teasing a little.

"Nah, you're my good girl. I love you."

"I love you too."

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hey everyone

i'm sorry for not posting, but good news:

my exams are finished!!

it took me a while to finish this because i'm basically an eleven-year-old

and talking about sex makes me feel awkward

i mean

it doesn't

but writing it doesn't sound right

smut isn't my forte

and also

i mentioned this in that conversation bit where i announce shit

but i'm contemplating putting my insta somewhere for you guys if you want it

See The Face Behind The Shit!!

somethin like that

but i also don't want hate??

like i don't want my looks to be judged??

anyway whatever

thanks for being patient

viv x