Peter beams with joy when he recognizes you, quickly opening his arms to embrace you before even having time to say goodbye.
Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), Peter being a boob guy, size kinks, pain kinks, and overstimulation should be expected during this encounter.
The first time
Once, when you were reading your favorite comic book in your room, Peter was busy getting ready for work in the next room with an exciting superhero costume that he wanted to show you. So you walked over, and he pulled down his mask, making you squint as he spoke, and pulled off his jacket to reveal a white cover with green eyes and red hands with blue hands underneath. “That’s really good!” He smiled happily as you smiled back with an embrace, lips locked tightly together as we shared an embrace.
Your friendship with Peter has grown deeper over time, and you know he likes you as more than a mere acquaintance. However, there have been some dates between you, but nothing major. Recently, though, he’s opened up more. He spends more time at your house, has his place nearby so you can hang out whenever needed, and the two of you have even hosted movie marathons on Saturday nights, which always end with an uninhibited pillow fight!
Just when you thought he wasn’t interested, something happened that really opened your eyes: Peter brought you something no one else could understand for the Christmas party, which he wrapped and put into your bag before leaving with you and leaving his hand resting lightly on your small of back while walking out. Before anyone noticed, he quickly caught himself before revealing himself and promptly removed it by brushing his palm away before you saw.
When you get home that evening, your mom was already asleep, but he was waiting for you. He took you into his bedroom and shut the door behind you as he kissed down your neck, thigh, then breasts leaving a trail of cum behind him before pulling back and resting your head against his chest, saying, “I love you.” he whispered and kissed your forehead as well.
The second time
Since May, we’ve been dating without telling anyone; this decision was mutual. Both of us wanted to test the waters without judgment from outside. While it had gone relatively well so far – even keeping it secret from May – both of us wanted something more serious that made us both feel valued as people rather than needing superheroes as companions in order to feel contented and fulfilled.
So we met in a dark alley late one night, and you took my hand. Though nervous at first, I knew trust would be essential; you seemed equally anxious; nevertheless, you put your faith in me, and we made it work. Both parties agreed to remain completely anonymous until they told their parents. That way, no one would judge us or get in the form of our happiness.
I escorted you to your bed, where you sat down. Your hands pressed against your lips were pushing into them with intense desire; I could see that they were flames burning deep within you.
While you waited for Peter, your mind raced with anticipation of what you were about to do: seduce him and make his night unforgettable. After several minutes had passed, Peter came over and took your hand in his. He could tell from looking directly into your eyes that something else had entered your thoughts other than homework.
He kissed your cheek and lips, sensing that you were intrigued. Once he noticed you were intrigued, however, he stopped kissing you and instead placed his forehead against yours for a gentle embrace – the warmth of his breath tickling against your skin was felt as his heat came through his fingers and reached into every crevice of your body.
Your lips trailed along his neck and back before you allowed yourself to linger over his body as your hips moved forward, pushing him closer. Gasping with delight, he wrapped his arms around you tightly before you arched your back in eager expectation of his suction suckage.
The third time
Since you last saw Peter, he’s been busy protecting the city from supervillains and keeping everyone safe. Though you miss seeing him every day, when he does return home, he spends his nights reading comics and looking through photos of you.
As soon as he saw you walk through the door, his eyes lit up, and his face flushed pink. You were wearing nothing more than a towel to conceal your breasts as best you could. He gave you an inviting smile, which you returned, leaning against the headboard of your bed as he took his place at the foot of it.
Y/N was having difficulty finishing her homework that day and was also concerned about why her boyfriend, Peter, hadn’t talked to her in over a week – until she opened up her messages and clicked on his name!
“(y/n),” his voice crackled into her ear. “Is everything alright?” he inquired.
Peter was always such an intelligent and considerate individual; he would always provide her with much-needed assistance when studying for exams. She entered Chemistry class with great anticipation, only to see him walk into class right behind her and take his seat across from hers at their table.
Y/N was practicing her guitar; although she was not the best at it, she did alright. She was trying to learn a new song but kept having trouble with one part, which drove her crazy; as such, she kept humming the same tune over and over in her head.
Y/N looked down into her lap and saw Peter lying there, his hand tucked under her ribs, one arm behind her head, and something hard pressing against her hip. Leaning over, his tongue lapped up your pussy, as his gaze looked down upon you in amazement at such proximity – you felt your heart race as your grip tightened on his thighs, pulling him closer.
The fourth time
Peter leaned over and kissed your forehead, sending a chill through your body as his lips caressed the delicate skin on your forehead. You knew his gaze would never leave you, as he has always been possessive when it came to you, and that wasn’t about to change any time soon. Although usually unpleasant in everyday situations, when it came to you, he became recklessly animalistic, pushing you beyond what seemed possible in an attempt to see just how far he could take things before giving out and breaking you.
As you sighed and stood up from the bed, covering yourself with a towel, you noticed someone still sitting on the edge but now with his hands under the covers, staring directly at you with dark green eyes that were familiar. He looked right back with those dark eyes, knowing he had seen you before… Although you had scored ideally on your SAT exams and remembered all your high school graduating class members as well as the periodic table, something about this particular boy kept eluding you when searching for his name alone.
Your pregnancy was in its final weeks, and you had spent plenty of time reading pregnancy books and anticipatory guidance from Peter, who found them particularly intriguing and started advising Spiderman, telling couples to burp their babies or check that fingers weren’t twisted on the collar. While adorable and entertaining, it didn’t keep him from taking on his Spiderman persona to come to your house to watch Ned’s movies with you and share snacks.
Peter was reluctant for you to know about his identity as Spiderman because then you would have to deal with all the weird stuff he does for fun – from spending an evening binge-watching conspiracy theories on BuzzFeed or attending movie marathons together that always ended in a pillow fight and no clothes at the end to sneaking off at night to meet up with former flames or whatever. You just wanted regular couplehood between you two and hoped this was one way you two could achieve this goal.
