Yandere! Peter Parker x Reader
If someone were to ask you how exactly you got in this predicament, well hell if you knew. The last thing you saw before blacking out were a pair of hazel eyes.
------------Earlier--------------
It started out as just another day in New York. There you were getting coffee inside of one of your favorite shops. As you stood patiently waiting in line behind one other person you heard the bell above the coffee shops door make a distinct tinkle as another potential customer opened the door. Without turning back, you could feel the new presence take their place behind you in the line. Sighing boredly you looked down to the camera that hung from your neck by a black strap. You penny pinched for months just to get your pride and joy: The Nikon D7500. You looked it over, fiddling with it to help pass the time until you could get your liquid crack.
“Oh hey, I know that camera! It’s one of my favorites.” You heard a male voice behind you exclaim.
You turned to the person who was behind you to see a man who was either around your age or younger. He had tousled brown hair, and innocent looking dark eyes with a dark sweater over a button down shirt with a pair of blue jeans. He stood taller than you but considering your measley height, most did.
You gave him a slight smile, “Hell yeah! I love taking pictures with this thing!” You exclaimed, smile growing slightly. After those few words you two exchanged, you turned back to the front, wondering exactly what was taking so long. The man in front of you wore a crisp business suit, and when you glanced down you saw the deathgrip he had on a plain brown suitcase.
What should have been an easy in and out before starting your shift, slid down into some bullshit real quick. This realization dawned on you as you heard the male in front of you raise his voice.
“What the hell do you mean you’re out?! It’s 8 in the fucking morning, you just opened, and you’re telling me that you ran out of skim milk already?! Do you know who I am?!” He bellowed. The woman behind the counter who appeared to be in her teenage years looked to be on the verge of tears as she took this mans verbal lashing. It was at this point you realized you would be late to work.
It was also at this point you realized, fuck it, you had time today.
Turning back to the man who stood behind you, you spoke loud enough that the few people around would be able to understand you as well, “Oh look! It’s him! I know this guy!” You pointed dramatically, causing both the girl behind the counter as well as the man in question to turn in your direction. “Yeah. You’re the kind of dipshit who yells at a poor worker doing their best knowing damn well she can’t pull milk out of her ass. And if you’re not going to order, then you shouldn’t be here.” You glared at him, placing your hands on your hips.
It took the man a second to realize what it was you just said to him, and if possible his face became even redder. ”Excuse me? How dare you talk to me like that! I’ll have you know I-”
You held your hand up, a bored look on your face. “Look, guy. If it’s not an apology to the barista, whatever you have to say to me does not matter.”
The man scoffed in disbelief, rage filling his face as he opened his mouth, a hateful laugh escaping, “That’s fine. Your kind are always the same; loud and ignorant. But Black Lives Matter, right?” He finished scornfully.
You felt your face heat up in anger. Just as you went to tell this bastard off, the male behind you came forward, standing in front of you with his fist balled. It looked like he was practically vibrating in his skin. Even though you couldn’t see the look on his face, the tone of his voice spoke with barely restrained anger. “Listen sir, that kind of hate is not welcome here. But you know what’s funny?....yeah, I think I do actually know who you are. You work on the committee board for Stark Enterprises right? From what I hear your boss is a pretty open minded individual, and it would suck if he found out about this…”
Having his bluff called, the man looked between you and your savior with a mix of emotions, but the one that brought you joy were the flames of defeat sagging in his shoulders. He muttered under his breath while he glared at you before he began briskly walking towards the exit.
After a few tense seconds of silence, you felt a laugh begin to bubble out of your throat. “Fucking right! We showed that prick didn’t we?! Thanks for being what the young folks now-a-days call an ‘ally’! How the hell did you know that man worked for Stark? ” You beamed, a full blown smile on your face as you looked up at him.
He looked into your eyes before flushing, rubbing the back of his head as he turned his eyesight down, a sheepish expression on his face. “I’m not really someone so amazing...but yeah, we did it, didn’t we? We showed that jerk!” He exclaimed, holding his hand up for a high-five.
You giggled,slapping your palm against his. You two stood, grinning like idiots as you looked in his eyes.
When you heard someone clear their throat you both turned quickly towards the counter, a slight feeling of embarrassment bubbling up. “Uhm...thank you for-for standing up for me. I really didn’t know what I was going to do!” The girl breathed out, unshed tears beginning to disappear from her expression.
“It wasn’t a problem, hell us non-powered folks gotta be a hero whenever we can, right?” You smiled at her with a friendly expression.
“Well, today, as long as you don’t tell anyone else, both of your coffees are on me! What would you like today?” The girl exclaimed, a smile finally beginning to take up her face.
The man beside you piped up first, “I just want a large americano, and as for milk….I like my coffee her color.” He pointed at you as your mouth dropped open slightly. Almost as if he realized what he said he waved his hands frantically in front of himself, “I mean--! I just meant...I...oh I’m shutting up now.” He groaned, covering his face with one of his hands.
You laughed out loud, patting him on his back before you ordered your coffee as well. “Well, I like my coffee with a lot of milk and sugar.” You smirked, winking at him as a laugh left your lips.
Plush lips he caught himself staring at longer than he should have.
After both of you got your coffee, you began to exit the shop at the same time. He held the door open for you as he followed you out. You two stood on the sidewalk looking at each other in silence.
“You know-”
“Hey, I-”
You both began at the same time before stopping.
“I’m sorry I-”
“Whoops, you go ah-”
You two looked at eachother in silence before a soft smile coated his cheeks when you nodded for him to go first.
“Well, it has been an eventful morning, and I uh...I like your style kid!” He cringed at his own choice of words, realizing how tacky it sounded. “But I also just wanted to uh...to...couldIGetYourNamePlease?” He finished speaking quickly.
You blinked, mind taking a moment to catch up to the last few words he uttered in a rush. “Oh! Haha, we were doling out justice together, and we never introduced ourselves! I’m Y/N. And you are?” You questioned, hand outstretched for a handshake.
“Y/N. I like it! I’m Peter. Peter Parker. Uh, I don’t know why I said my name like I’m James Bond or something…” he finished, a crooked smile on his face.
“Well Peter Parker, we should meet again soon! You seem like cool people” You smiled, as he wrapped his hand around yours. When he didn’t let go, you opened your mouth to say something when the deafening sound of concrete exploding met your ears, followed by the screams of civilians.
“Holy shit!” You exclaimed at the same time you heard Peter shout, “Oh no!”
You looked into his eyes as you both started to back up; both for slightly different reasons.
“Well it looks like shits going down over there...well, I’ll see you later Peter! I have work to do now!” You waved at him, eyes on the smoke in the distance.
“Yeah...yeah! Me too! I have to hurry to work..I’m running late as it is!” He began to walk backwards as he returned your wave. “Oh! Wait, here take this.” You closed the short distance between you two, placing a black business card in his outstretched palm. “That’s me! My number is on the other side of the card. Well, gotta run!” You turned, taking off in the direction of the chaos.
When Peter looked down at the card he saw your full name as well as your occupation: Y/N L/N
Photojournalist.
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That day months ago marked the start of your friendship with Peter Parker, as well as the first picture you were ever able to take of the hero Spider-Man saving the day. And since then, it was like you couldn’t stop “catching” Spider-Man be heroic. But today, that was the furthest thing from your mind. Excitement echoed in the steps you took within your tiny office space (Freelancing had it’s pros and cons to be sure). You looked down at the pictures you clutched in your hands. As per usual, most of them were of Spider-Man saving the day, but a few of them involved other heroes much to your excitement. For whatever reason, they were harder to photograph, sans one Spider-Man.
You were on your way to turn in the pictures you captured recently when you bumped into someone-hard . You both spoke at the same time-
“Oh, sorry!”
“Watch where you’re going-!”
Startled at the familiarity of the voice, you glanced up to see none other than Peter.
“Oh, hey Petey, didn’t see you there!” You grinned at the (un)original nickname you gave him.
He just chuckled, rubbing the back of his head with his one free hand, the other being weighed down with boxes.
“Ooh, are you doing your top secret work for Tony again?” You smirked, giving him a conspiratorial wink.
Peter paused before responding, the fact that you called him Tony instead of Mr. Stark thumping around in his head, “Ha. ha. While it’s not top secret, I am helping Mr. Star with some...shopping?” He finished questioningly as he motioned his head towards the boxes, “I’m not too sure what’s in here, but he said, and I quote, “These boxes are meant for Banner, and if you open them you’ll have glitter in places you didn’t know it could get. So, I’m not opening these to satisfy my curiosity!” He chuckled at the end, looking into your eyes.
“Ooh, I see. Well, I am actually working right now myself! About to go turn in some pictures of our lovely neighborhood Spider-Man,” you sighed, looking up wistfully, “I just wish I could find the other ones so easily..” You finished, a slight pout to your face.
“W-well, what’s wrong with Spider-Man?” Peter questioned you defensively.
You stared at him with a quirked brow, raising your hands in defense, “There’s nothing wrong with him, hell it’s because of him I have a job,” you paused, noticing the way his eyes lit up, “Ahh, I get it. You’re a Spider-Man fan huh?” You smirked, leaning in to lightly tap his side with your elbow.
“Wha-no! It’s...not like that….” He ambled off, face flushing a light pink hue.
“It’s okay, really!” You said, smiling up at him, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with what he does, but I don’t know...catching Thor using that big ass hammer to mete out justice would be cool too!” At the fall in his expression, you began talking once more, “But..wait, what are you doing tonight Pete? We haven’t had a nerd night in months! The last one was kinda ruined when you said DC was worse than Marvel...but...whatever.” You shrugged, not letting your previous disagreement flare up out in the open-yet.
Almost as if you gave him an information overload, he processed your words before responding, “In order, Thor isn’t that cool, Marvel IS better, and I will be free around 7? We could meet up at that pizza place and head to your house for movies..?” He questioned hopefully. Any reason to be in your house surrounded by your things.
“Sure! Sounds like a plan, and for Spidey’s number one fan, here! A premo snapshot of your favorite hero! Don’t tell anyone!” You winked as you handed over the picture, skipping backwards as you waved at him. “It’s a date!” You turned and continued your way to the office to turn in your moneymakers.
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You stood outside of the pizza spot you were supposed to be meeting Peter at; and that was over an hour ago. You had tried calling him- no dice, straight to voicemail. You had sent him texts that went unread as well. You frowned, looking down the street to see if you could spot the familiar mop of brown hair. You groaned for what felt like the hundredth time; you weren’t even a patient person but the thought of blowing off Peter….well, it didn’t sit right with you. So caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the group of men eyeing you about two blocks ahead.
When you felt a hand land on your shoulder, you jumped a bit, beliving it to be Peter. “Well, it took you long enough! I swear I thought I was bad…” you trailed off as you whirled around, only to see it wasn’t Peter behind you. Glancing around you saw you were surrounded by four men, forming a semi circle around you. The one who touched your soulders wore his hair cropped close, with tattoos littering his face, disappearing into his shirt; the others sported similar looks.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit, is this how I die?! “Oh...uh...can I help you..?” You questioned suspiciously.
“No ma’am, but we just came by to tell you, you should be careful around this area...some unsavory types have been loitering around recently..” He stated calmly, and you almost started shitting bricks-almost being the key word.
“So….you’re not going to try and rob or kill me..?” You questioned skeptically as you began backing up slowly.
For a second that seemed to startle them before what you assumed to be the leader let out a boisterous laugh.“I know we may look like the type to cause trouble, but we’re just doing our part ma’am. Ever since these heroes started popping up, we felt like we should help clean up or neighborhoods too.” he stated before gesturing to a patch sewn onto his shirt, a patch that said “neighborhood watch”.
At the new information, you couldn’t help but laugh too, hell, anyone can be a hero. “Well, thank you guys for the work you’re doing, but now I gotta know. Who’s your favorite hero?” This simple question launched into a heated debate between the five of you. To any normal pedestrians, it would look like a bunch of friends catching up outside of a pizza shop, but to his eyes, it was much worse.
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He felt anger at himself the second his body came in contact with the side of a building. This wasn’t supposed to last this long. He was supposed to meet up with you 45 minutes ago! His precious Y/N, standing outside by herself waiting for him. Waiting for him and thinking he abandoned her- no, he couldn’t let those thoughts distract him from this would-be villain; the name of which escaped him because it just wasn’t important to him. Prying himself from the plasted, he sling-shotted himself towards the villain, putting more force than necessary behind his legs as he kicked the villain square in the jaw, shooting him into the pavement below where Peter was sure they were not getting back up.
He waved to the people watching the fight down below before surging forward into the night, carried away by his webs. Using one hand to reach for his phone he groaned when his hand came into contact with the crushed remnants of it. No way would he be able to contact you through that. After discreetly changing into his civilian wear, he ran to where he was supposed to be meeting you. When he rounded the corner he froze, hiding himself as his mind processed what was going on. You were surrounded by four thugs, four pairs of eyes looking at you with obvious want in their disgusting faces. And you, the way you laughed along with them, he knew it was forced, that you were scared for your life.
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As you were laughing at one man’s reason for having The Black Widow as his favorite, you felt eyes on you. When you glanced behind your new group of friends you saw Peter! As a wider smile graced your lips, you were about to call out to him when you noticed something off. The look in his eyes was a look you had never seen him make. It was filled with darkness as he crossed the distance between you two; and yet you found yourself not wanting him to come any closer. Without a word or warning you watched as a furious Peter yanked one of the men back.
“Hey, what gives you son of a-” The sound of something snapping rendered the air along with a scream.
Your jaw dropped open as you watched him, watched Peter break the man’s arm, snapping it like little more than a twig.
“...Is there a problem here guys? Why are you bothering her?” His tone came out barely containing his fury as he pushed the man with a broken arm towards his friends.
“What the hell you little psycho?! You broke my arm!” The man screamed in outrage, and you found you could say nothing, mouth open as you watched the man you considered too gentle to hurt a fly, square up to four men.
Without taking his eyes away from the men, he reached his arm out, holding his hand out to you. “Come on Y/N, let’s get out of here, and away from these people.” He spoke to you, voice gentle, betraying the dark depths of his eyes.
You hesitated, unsure of what to do when you felt the leader of the group place a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you in his direction“Hey man, she’s not going anywhere with you, somebody call the p-” His sentence was cut off abruptly as Peter released an angered yell. Quicker than anyone could react the man’s hand was ripped from your shoulder as you watched him be thrown clear off of his feet and through the glass front of the pizza shop.
“Peter! What the hell? You can’t just-” He grabbed you by your hand, firmly but not with enough force to hurt you as he yanked you along behind him at a quick pace. You kept glancing back as people began to gather near the shop, concerned murmurs reaching your ears. “Peter, stop! What the fuck has gotten into you?? Those men weren’t trying to hurt me- hey! Are you listening to me?” You began to beat on his back as he continued to drag you with his one hand wrapped around yours.
“You couldn’t see it, but they had bad intentions for you! Why can’t you just trust that I know what’s best for you?? That I’m trying to keep you safe?” He couldn’t help the anger that seeped out in his words, but it still hurt his heart when you flinched under his voice.
“...L-let me go. I want to go home Peter, I can’t hang out with you today.” You voice wobbled as you whispered meekly, keeping your gaze down.
“Y/N...Look at me,” he reached his free hand out to gently stroke your cheek. You flinched back, craning your neck from his touch. “....Is that how you’re going to be? You don’t even understand-!” He cut himself off and you chanced a glance up at him, only to see him starring back at you, a wild glint to his eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll take you somewhere where you have to listen to me.” He began to drag you by your arm again as you renewed your fight against him.
“No! I don’t want to go anywhere with you! Now let. Me. Go!” You screeched out, clawing at his back and you attempted to drag in your heels. The sound of ripping fabric caught your attention. Some part of you still wanted to apologize for it, but that apology died in your throat. Beneath the ripped fabric you saw...you saw...You saw it. You cried out in surprise, seeing the familiar pattern of Spider-Man’s uniform peeking out beneath the fabric of his shirt. “You-you’re Spider-Man..?! Peter I don’t-”
“Damnit...you weren’t supposed to find out like this, damnit Y/N! I- I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.”
Before you could question him, your world went black. You awoke to a throbbing pain in your head. Groaning away the sleepiness, you lifted your arm to massage at your forehead-only to find it immovable. You opened your eyes, confusion fogging your brain as you took in your surroundings. You were...somewhere. That’s about all you could tell. There were no windows, and what little light came in was from the bulbs hanging in the air. It seemed like you were underground, judging by how cool it was here. But how did you get here..? Looking at your arms, you realized quickly why you couldn’t move- spider webs. That woke you up fully as you renewed your struggle. Somehow, you were able to free a hand; which you used to vigorously pull at the rest of the strands holding you against...what you assumed was a bed.
“Y/N...you don’t need to struggle, I don’t want you hurt.” You heard a voice coming from above you. Flinching you looked up to see none other than a mask-less Spider-Man staring at you with sorrow, like it was hurting him seeing you like this.
“You...you’re Spider-Man! You shouldn’t be kidnapping people in the first place, what the HELL is wrong with you?! Where am I?? You have to let me go.” You choked out, eyes beginning to shine with unshed tears.
Peter frowned, feeling his heart squeeze at the look on your face. He made his way towards you, sliding down his web as he hovered above you slightly. “I’m not going to keep you here forever...I just need you to listen to me. Y/N please...right now you’re in Stark Tower, on one of the more..unused levels. Noone will be by to bother us, so we have all the time in the world to work out this...misunderstanding! I-I brought the pizza a-and the movies we were supposed to watch tonight!” He finished, smiling at you as if all of this was fucking normal.
“No..! No Peter we don’t have anything else to talk about! You...you hurt those men for no reason! I’ll scream for help if you don’t let me go now!” You spoke with as much bravado as you could muster.
Your reaction made his hopeful expression fall as he knitted his brows. “You’re just...you’re just responding like this because I haven’t properly expressed my feelings to you...but I will rectify that now.” He spoke, a nervous lilt in his voice. Disengaging himself from his web, he landed on the bed beside you. He slowly placed himself between your legs, holding them in a firm yet gentle grip, one that showed you just how powerful you were. You struggled, pushing at his surprisingly lithe torso. “Peter! What the hell’s wrong with you?! Get the fuck off of me!” You cried out desperately, tears beginning to fill your eyes.
“Y/N...don’t cry...it breaks my heart. I swear I won’t overreact like that again,” He paused, gently gripping both of your wrists in one of his hands before pinning them above your head. The feeling of...something enveloped your wrists as Peter let go of them. With quickly dawning horror, you realized the material was webs, and now you were completely ensnared. He buried his face in your neck, placing a gentle kiss along your racing pulse before continuing to speak, “It’s just so hard...I love you! And the way they looked at you. I could see the impure thoughts in they had in their eyes!”
He placed frenzied kisses down your neck, stopping to suck at the juncture between your shoulder blade. He gave it a rough nip before running his tongue along side the mark, coating it in his saliva as he listened to your sharp intake of breath. He peppered the expanse of your chest that he could reach with wet kisses, his hands wandering over your clothed curves. He stopped at the edge of your dress, fingertips toying with the material. He lifted his head up enough to look into your e/c eyes. The look he gave you caused you to momentarily stop your struggles. His eyes were full of such...reverence...adoration...love.
“I would do anything for you, Y/N...please, let me touch you--let me make you feel good….” He murmured, cheeks inflamed as he sat up on his haunches to look down at you.
You licked your lips, noting the way he watched the movement of your tongue with rapt attention. Would it really be so bad if you gave into him…? He was sweet (well, besides that whole incident), you did love the way you two could talk about all of your interests without judgement. Before this whole ordeal, you did have a crush on your handsome friend. All of that coupled with the way he was looking at you now…
You nodded your head, sealing your fate. His mouth was back on yours as he released a satisfied groan. He slanted his lips atop yours, kissing you deeply as one of his hands snaked into your curls, tugging at them gently. You returned the kiss just as eagerly, attempting to move your still bound hands with little success.“Peter...can you get me out of this?” You questioned him once he removed his lips from yours, licking your bottom lip in the process.
He glanced up at your hands before giving you a sheepish smile. “I don’t know...it’s something kinda hot about you being ensnared in my web…” How he could say such a dirty thing, and still have the nerve to look embarrassed you will never know. He placed a kiss above your chest as his hands went back to the bottom of your dress. He splayed them out over your thighs, lightly digging his fingers into the meat as he dragged his hands up, carrying your clothing with them. He created enough space between your two bodies to lift the dress over your head and off of your arms before tossing it into the corner. He sat back and took in your beauty, eying you like a tiger with its prey in sight. He bit his lip before situating himself back over top of you, placing his hands behind your back for a bit as he fumbled with the hook on your bra. You giggled softly, which gave him enough incentive to just grip it on both sides and tear.
He just fucked up your good bra!
“Peter! You can’t just go around-oh!” Your sentenced ended in a moan at the feeling of his mouth latching onto a nipple. He sucked it gently, lathing it with the tip of his tongue as he used his other hand to gently squeeze your unattended breast, tweaking the nipple with his thumb and index finger. At the feel of his teeth gently pressing down against your areola you whimpered, lightly pressing your body against his. Your panty covered mound pressed against him, causing him to let out a strangled noise as you felt a prominent bulge between your legs.
He began to kiss your chest in earnest, making sure to pay extra attention to your pebbled nipples. You felt one of his hands move down your body, stroking your stomach and your sides as it made its way down to your panties. He hesitated a moment before pressing a single digit against your clothed sex, rubbing at the liquid he could feel collecting against the material. You moaned at the contact, spreading your legs slightly from the feeling. Feeling encouraged, he slipped his hand down the front of your panties, pressing two fingers against your slit, he stroked you up and down in lazy arcs, dragging his lips across your chest in reverent kisses.
“Peter...please...don’t tease me..” You whimpered out, staring at him with an expression he wished he could catch on film.
Not wanting to disappoint, he pressed two digits at your weeping hole, slowly pushing them inside to the knuckle. He pulled his finger slowly back out before shoving it back inside of you, starting a brutal pace. You cried out, back arching from the sudden pleasant intrusion between your legs. You closed your eyes, letting the feel of his fingers and mouth wash over you as he pleasured your body. When he pressed his thumb against your clit rubbing circles on it, it took all you had not to scream right then and there. The debauched sounds of your juices squelching around his finger shamefully caused you to produce more lube for him to glide his fingers quicker inside of you.
Even though your eyes were closed, he was enraptured with the sight before him. The way your splayed legs allowed him to watch his fingers disappear inside of your tight, wet heat; the way your face scrunched up with the pleasure he was giving you. The way your hips met the thrust of his fingers inside of you….all of it helped make him painfully hard. But it was him giving you this pleasure. It was him who was making you scream. And he would be damned if anyone else saw this beautiful sight. He would throw his conscience to the wind and break every bone in their body. After all, he was the only one allowed to worship at your temple.
Moving from his dark thoughts, he felt your muscles begin to contract around his fingers, alerting him to how close you were. He placed butterfly kisses down your midsection, sucking lightly at your flesh here and there. Your mind was briefly aware of the way his kisses traveled downward, but you were mainly focused on the feel of his fingers and your fast approaching orgasm.
“Oh..oh Pete please...I’m so close, I-” Just as you were about to crest over the edge, you felt the hollow feeling of his fingers leaving your dripping core. “No! Please…”
Before you could beg him properly to continue, you felt his lips place a kiss above your panties, right above your mound.
“Y/N, I’ll give you what you want” he trailed off, staring at his glistening fingers before placing a digit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he closed his eyes, almost as if he were savoring it. The only thing it did for you was make your pussy twitch with want. “Mm….I just...I just want to taste you first.” He slid his body down the bed, placing his hands on either side of your panties. You parted your legs eagerly, raising your bottom enough for him to slip your panties off with ease. There you were, spread bare before him. He slid himself off of the bed, gently pulling you by your thighs to the edge. He placed your legs on his shoulders, propping them open. After a few beats you opened your eyes to look down at him, fidgeting slightly from nerves. He was just...staring. You cleared your throat, attempting to squeeze your legs shut in embarrassment, yet his slightly rough hands stopped you. He placed gentle kisses along your inner thigh, taking his eyes from your center to look at your face.
“Sorry for staring...every part of you is just so breathtaking.” He murmured embarrassingly against your thigh. Before you could respond you felt his breath puff out against your overly sensitive core. Looking you in the eye he stuck his tongue out, dragging it from the bottom of your slit to the top where he pressed the tip of his tongue against your clit, pausing before repeating the motion with a little more force, his moan vibrated against your center, causing you to cry out, legs jerking. He flattened his tongue, licking you in your entirety.
You whimpered, bucking your hips against his mouth as your head lolled back. You felt your legs tense at the feel of him gently suckling your sensitive nub, stroking it in circles with his tongue. He used his hands to cup your thighs, rubbing circles into the skin as he continued his ministrations. The feel of his wet appendage, along with the indecent sounds his mouth made between your legs had your orgasm coming back full force; and he seemed to realize that. He dragged his tongue lower, pressing it against your hot entrance. You let out a keening cry as your hips jerked, feeling his tongue press inside of you, wriggling against your walls in earnest. Your moans grew louder as you panted, slowly grinding your core down against his face. All of it was beginning to be too much, and almost as if he knew, he continued to tongue fuck you with renewed vigor, eyeing you for your reactions.
“Peter, I can’t...I-” You cried out, white sparking behind your vision as you felt your orgasm wash over you in waves. As your legs twitched and bucked, he gripped them, continuing to lick at your weeping slit as you rode out your orgasm on his face. He slowly sat up, pressing a kiss above your womanhood as he starred into your squinted eyes. He licked his lips as he began to take off his pants, watching you like a predator the whole time.
“Now, Y/N, we aren’t done yet for tonight...I want to feel all of you.” He bit his lip as his eyes encompassed your whole being.
Finally. Finally he had you to himself, like prey caught in his sticky web, he was going to devour all of you, every last bit for himself.