peter takes off his shirt hurriedly, the outline of his hard cock staring at you from his sweatpants, his eyes looking down at you longingly. you couldn’t help but laugh. his desperation being so clear, so pathetic. you sit on the corner of his bed, legs crossed, your arms hoisting your weight behind you. “knees. now.” you demand, a smirk building on your face. he immediately obeys, a silent whimper leaving his mouth as he looks up at you.
“please?” peter begs, his voice soft, hoarse. he’s been at work all day. left early morning and came home around 1:00am. didn’t even tell you goodbye as he left. “please what, pete?” you ask, leaning closer to him. you look him up and down thinking about the things you could make him do right now. he loves being used like a sex toy, being told what to do, having you use him however you please, no matter what it is. riding his face or his cock, stroking him and controlling his orgasms, making him beg for you. it fucks him up a different kind of way. “please let me taste you,” he’s palming himself, his precum pooling up, leaving a wet spot. “need to taste you.”
peter bites his lip and looks up to your eyes, scooting closer to your legs, leaving light kisses on your calves. “you know i can’t say no to you, hun.” the way his eyes lit up when you said that. his dick twitched, making him whimper a bit. you spread your legs, allowing him to come closer. without hesitation he latches himself to the insides of your thighs, nibbling and licking the sensitive spots. he makes his way to your clothed pussy, leaving light kisses and licks. he loves feeling how wet you get, wants to see if he can taste you through your panties. you hum, pulling him up by the hair, “no teasing, baby.” he nods, hooking his fingers underneath your waistline, pulling your black lace panties down quickly and tossing them to some corner. peter puts your thighs on his shoulders, diving his head into your pussy, licking a slow stripe. “mmm peter” you moan, fisting his hair once more. you can feel his mouth curl into a smile as he kisses at your clit.
he begins to lap at you, pointing his tongue and slowly fucking you with it. he pulls away slightly, “can i put a finger in?” he asks, more like begs. “mhm, please.” he licks at you again, sucking at your clit and inserting a finger. your back arches, his long boney finger rubbing against your spot so nicely. your legs squeeze around him, pulling his hair as he inserts another finger, causing him to moan into you. “taste so good, sweetheart” god that nickname. sends butterflies down your stomach, making your temperature raise. “so close, ah” your legs tighten as he picks up his pace, your grip on his hair tightening as well. “i know, baby” he smirks. one of the main reasons he loves having spidey-senses: knowing when you’re about to cum. it makes him feel so powerful knowing he’s making you feel amazing without you needing to tell him.
he sucks at your clit one last time, curling his fingers inside you just the right amount. he moans as he feels your walls tighten around him, your cum covering his fingers, making them feel so warm. “fuck, peter,” you exhale, locking eyes with him. he licks your cum off his fingers, raising up to his feet. you shut your eyes and fall back onto the mattress, your legs trembling. you feel his body heat hover over you and open your eyes, “you okay?” he giggles, a shit eating grin spread across his cheeks. you nod, pulling him into a soft kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and gliding against yours gently. peter has always been a gentle kisser, even during rough sex and especially when you’re overstimulated. he’d lean down to kiss you, pumping into you messily, chasing his own orgasm after you’ve came, what? two times? you pull away, laying back onto the bed. “just give- give me a moment. need to catch my breath.” you both let out a soft chuckle as he rolls over to lay beside you. “take as much time as you need.” he kisses your lips, rolling over to lay beside you.