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'behind the lips and down the throat'

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What had started out as a night with a clear-ish plan, had slowly fogged over and become deeply engrossed in the lake of lust as the night slowly dragged off. You and Peter had just shared his first time, and although you essentially planned to leave after Peter had fallen asleep, you found yourself hesitantly falling deeper and deeper into the comfort of the bedsheets with Peter's head tucked beneath your chin. It was so warm; the clash between the soft material of Peter's covers and his heated skin flush against your own, you found it hard to resist the temptation to just drift off to sleep.

Right after you had both finished and slowly made your way back down to the normal level of your hormone settings, it was only a matter of time before you began realising the look in Peter's eyes. The way he stared at you as you sat upon his legs, his hands on your hips kneading the soft flesh. His eyes were so dark, but deep and filled with so many hidden agendas it was hard to even begin to count. The way he touched you after that first time felt different, his kisses were more carefully timed, more accurate and attended to your every need, and you found yourself giving into him a little easier. There was something there now that wasn't before.

His grip remained strong and needy as you weaned your way off the bed to go and use the bathroom. His eyes never left you, and his hands refrained from letting go even after you had passed the threshold of the bed. It was only after you gave him reassurance that you would return that he slowly loosened his grip. Even after cleaning yourself up a little, using the toilet and readjusting your hair, you re-entered the room, that now noticeabley smelled of body heat and sex, to see Peter wondering around the bed straightening out the sheets.

"Mind if I stick around?" you asked softly as you approached the side of the bed where Peter was standing. You watched as his pink lips bat themselves together softly in the dim lighting, nodding his head down towards you. To that, you broke a smile, moving the cover backwards to reveal the sheets beneath. Peter was close on your tail, dragging a clean pair of underwear behind him. Before he could even begin to slide them along the skin of his legs, you brought your hand towards his front, gripping the fabric. Peter looked at you with soft eyes, watching as you shook your head, pulling them away from his grasp and dropped them to the floor on your side of the bed.

From there was where you were left, with him latching onto your body even in deep sleep like a lost lamb, curling his body into your head and blowing cooling breaths along the skin of your chest. It was soothing and filled a gaping hole in your chest: to know that for at least one night... you wouldn't be sleeping alone.

You don't remember what time you drifted off to sleep, but it felt like a breach of under a minute before you were waking up again to the sound of a car alarm blaring outside on the city streets. It took you a brief second to realise where you were as your eyes fluttered open, a violent sting around your iris making them water as you stretched. You soon came to realise that there was another sleeping person behind you that, after all the time of sleeping alone, you had almost forgotten about. However, the drooping arm that hung just above your hip and cradled your lower stomach reminded you just who it was that occupied the other side of the bed.

Peter was still dead asleep, his faint snores vibrating against the back of your neck. You couldn't help yourself but smile at the feeling of warmth that spread through your body as you began to shift ever so carefully towards the side of the bed. As you rolled onto your back, parking yourself a little higher on the bed, you paused and took in the sight of Peter's room. The window did little justice for the place, barely letting in even a small amount of light, even with the curtains open. Clothes scattered the floor, the odd book or piece of scrunched paper tossed here or there, and bits of what you presumed were old computer parts sprawled over the nightstand beside an alarm clock.

"Shit," you whispered softly, realising only now that you had slept well into the afternoon. Before you could complain the opposite side of the bed began to shift, gaining your attention. Beside you, Peter was slowly beginning to wake up, sparking a beat of excitement in your chest. It was always a strange feeling waking up next to someone for the first time.

Your eyes remained glued to his frame as you watched him slowly twist around the bed, stretching and yawning gently before his eyes slowly fluttered open. They gyrated around the room for a moment, before finally landing on you. Your stomach fluttered at the smile that broke out on his lips, a bashful blush crossing his cheeks while he whispered a soft, "good morning."

"Good afternoon, you mean," you smiled, falling down from your elbows back into the mattress. Peter rolled onto his side, mirroring your stance as he pulled you closer to him, "sleep well?"

"Mhm," you nodded, "and you?"

"Best I've slept in a long time," he smirked, bringing his warm hands from beneath the comforter to brush a loose strand of hair away from your eyes. "Do you have to be anywhere today?" Peter asked shyly, pausing his comforting movements for a moment.

"I don't believe so," you shook your head, "why?"

Peter's eyes shifted a little as he bit his lip, trailing his fingers along your collar bone, "I was thinking... Lazy morning sex?" he asked, voice deep and tussled as he blinked slowly.

"Not even a minute into your daybreak and you're already thinking with your dick?" you giggled softly, already enjoying where this was going.

"Trust me, now the ice is broken, there are so many things I wanna try with you," he spoke with such confidence, you truly had broken the ice of something. But, you couldn't deny you were relishing in it. The way his eyes turned a whole shade darker as he lifted your body from your side of the bed without even blinking an eye and placed you on top of him.

"You wanna name a few of those things, Parker?" you tempted, getting comfortable in your new position. Peter bit his lip as he thought for a moment, taking a second to enjoy the view that sat before him before he decided to answer.

"Well, I definitely wanna cum in that pretty little mouth," he smirked, massaging his soft hands into the flesh of your hips making your mouth water at his words, "would love to see you drooling all over my cock."

"Peter Parker," you gasped playfully, "who are you and what have you done with my innocent baby boy?" you teased, placing your delicate hands on his defined chest. Peter whimpered at the feeling of your warm touch, tracing delicate circles over his toned muscles and around his erect nipples.

"He's still in there," Peter chuckled, his chest vibrating lightly beneath you, "sure wouldn't mind you showing him who he belongs to."

"Is that so?" you teased, repositioning your hands on either side of his head, denting the pillows. You could see the clear excitement that shone in the pool of his darkening eyes and the flush that spread across his chest like a wave of fire. The heat of his breath on your cheeks sent a blistering chill down the length of your spine, heightened the places wherever he decided to touch you.

Your hands felt like silk ribbon, pulp and course as they drifted down the length of his body. They dipped and twitched as they swooped over the upper part of his rib cage, diving into the crook of his hips before latching onto his wrists like a leech. You wanted to keep Peter in check, as he had asked; to remind him who was really in charge.

Your grip eventually loosened as you dropped your head to his lips, a passionate, heated kiss swallowing up Peter's conscious so much that he didn't realise your hands slowly lifting the comforter upright so that the top half of your body could slip beneath. You began tracing your soft kisses along the dotted path down towards the edge of his lips before swerving off and towards the crook of his neck.

Peter's heart was pounding with excitement, and you could feel his cock throbbing against your ass as you slid your body down over his torso to sit between his legs. The heat from his bare skin made your body pulse with sweat, your vision soon clouded with darkness as your feet skimmed over the end of the bed and you were lying face to face with his cock.

"What was it you were saying, Petey?" you teased, skating your fingers up the inner side of his thigh, "about my mouth?" Peter gasped softly, his hands tightening around the bars of the headboard. His head rolled backwards slowly, mouth falling slack, tongue poking out to lick away the dryness on his lips. You giggled softly at his natural reaction, poking out your tongue from behind your lips and licking a gentle stripe up the length of his cock.

"Fuck," Peter whispered, stomach riveting gently as you peeked out from beneath the comfort of the throw over. Despite being somewhat overwhelmed with pleasure, Peter was surprisingly relaxed. Having not long woken, sleep still tugged at his buzzing nerves and the comfort of the mattress, as well as your soft hands on his shaky thighs, almost sent him driving off into a blissful state of mind.

Peter shifted his legs numerous times, fidgeting around the bed as you bobbed your head slowly up and down his length, savouring the taste of his skin and already leaked pre-cum around the tip. Despite being tired, you noticed he was a little more sensitive than usual, biceps stretching and becoming more toned as you slowly increased in pace.

"That feels so good," he remembered to praise you every now and again, through sharp intakes of breath as his legs jolted beside you when you found that certain spot that made his blood rush. "Please let me touch you," he begged, "I'll be so good for you, I-I promise."

"Control yourself, prince," you warned, sliding your mouth off of his length, placing a gentle kiss against his tip, "remember your manners." Peter was doing his best, but all his mind could think about was getting a hand in your hair. You took your time readjusting yourself, wiping the fallen saliva that had dripped down your chin away with the back of your hand before you continued your lustful actions.

A few more minutes passed and Peter was enjoying the subtle vibe that was oozing around the room. He enjoyed the rosy, orange tint from the sunlight that had sneaked passed the curtains and the overall comfort of feeling safe and well pleasured in your hands. You took it slow and gentle, adding a few tight sucks every now and again that made his skin shudder. Peter was now more focused on doing as you had asked; controlling himself. He remembered what you had said a few nights ago about holding this load, and for now, he was holding it off perfectly. Instead of rushing through the paces, he was getting the chance to enjoy the feeling.

Being relatively new to the game still, Peter was focusing on every small detail that fell into place. Like just how warm your mouth really was. He'd read before that receiving a blow job was heavenly, and he never really believed it until the night when you'd first taken him down your throat. But here you were now, and he was lasting much longer, getting to feel as your hands travelled up from beside you to fall under your chin, massaging his balls softly.

He loved the way you switched every few moments to keep things interesting still. One minute he was snug in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat and the next you were trailing kisses up and down his spit covered cock. Despite not saying much and remaining lost for words, he still audibly praised you with soft and subtle moans. He knew if anyone could see him now they'd surely want a piece of your magic mouth too.

Once he felt you tightly squeezing his base he knew he wouldn't last long, and you could see he was quickly gaining on his orgasm as you watched his balls tighten, snug against his base. You continued pumping his length at an even  but quick pace until his body was a shaking mess and his moans were like music to your ears.

"G'na cum-" he groaned, voice half-muffled with exhaustion before his hand almost slipped from the headboard. You gripped onto his thighs tightly as he came down the back of your throat, moaning out into the walls of the bedroom until he was completely milked. Finally finding it safe to remove your mouth, you slid off with a pop, licking around the head just in case before sliding up from beneath the blanket and lying on his chest. The cool air of the room hit you like a fan along with the racing of Peter's heart. His aching arms slowly departed from the bedframe only to land around you, knees helping your body shuffle further up his chest so you were tucked beneath his chin.

"You're so good at that," Peter mumbled as he panted breathlessly, earning a soft chuckle from yourself, slowly closing your eyes to savour the moment.

"It's my pleasure, baby."

"... Can I ask you something?" Peter asked, voice low with his soft fingers tracing dotted circles around your naked lower back. You hummed slowly, moving your head so you could look at him. "What are we?"

"What do you mean?" you scrunched your brow slightly, placing a kiss on his chin.

"I mean like... Are- are we a thing... Or?"

"Do you want to be a thing?"

Peter paused for a moment, biting his lower lip, "I just... I really like you and I know we haven't known each other long but I don't wanna do a no strings attached thing but if you're not comfortable with that then it's okay like I completely understand and-"

"Peter," you sighed, cutting him off, "I really like you too."

"... You do?" his eyes widened in surprise making you smile, nodding in response, "So... Do you wanna-"

"Take me on a real date first?" you cut him off, lowering your brow, "I just, I'd rather us become a thing over dinner and not after a blow job," you giggled softly, Peter blinking softly as he nodded.

"Okay, yeah that does sound a little more... Convenient," he smiled, rosy cheeks glistening. "Should we say Tuesday night, at 8 o'clock?"

"I'll be on your doorstep at seven." Peter was smiling like a nerd on the first day of a Star Wars convention. He could stand and say with confidence that this was the happiest he'd been in a long time. You leaned up towards him, pressing a soft kiss on his delicate lips, sighing sweetly as he tugged you a little closer.

"Mm, I gotta go soon," you hummed as you spurred yourself away although not wanting to. Peter's smile faded, lips pouting sadly, "but why?" he whined.

"I have some work to do," you sighed, "but I'm still on for tonight if you are?" you nudged him softly, biting your lower lip thinking of all the things you knew he had coming.

"Of course," he nodded, "I'll be over at eight"

"Don't be late."

After sharing a much needier kiss than intended which almost lead to the second round of head, you managed to slip away from his grasp and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up a little. Peter was up and out of his room upon your return, allowing you to change into your clothes again and join him in the living room. He was too busy wiping down the coffee table to notice your presence joining him, giving you the chance to slip up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"I'll see you tonight," you mumbled softly against his now clothed back as he straightened up, turning his head over his shoulder to see you. He smiled, placing his soft hands over yours, "I'll see you then."

Despite only living next door, Peter still watched you leave with heavy eyes still half-filled with need, a knowing smirk on his face. He felt amazing like a weight had finally been lifted off of his shoulders and thrown out into the oblivion. Not only had he finally been rid of the dreaded V card, but he was going on a date, with you. Possibly one of the hottest most courageous girls in New York.

After closing the door, he couldn't contain the adrenaline that shot through his veins, leaping up to fist bump the air like a giddy child. He felt light like a feather, drifting through his apartment high on the fume of your flame like an addict; heart pounding, blood rushing. It was almost cliche but he was on fire at the thought of your face.

What had been laid out on the playing field now was so clear like finally wiping the stain from the glass and looking out over a spring-born meadow. After returning back to your apartment you felt free, stress-ridden and clean of a society born drug. Finally, you could search through every drawer and cupboard and throw away the pills that had been keeping your sanity straight, because Peter was your new drug. Your new form of life to keep you sain again.

After taking some time to re-adjust to the environment of your own apartment, you head into your bedroom and change out of your old clothes that still carried Peter's scent, throwing them down just missing the hamper near your wardrobe doors which were still open from when Peter came for an unexpected visit the other night. You close them tight, single hand tracing the wood lines as your fingers fall from the handles. Your head wonders around your room for a moment before your eyes meet the poster on your wall.

It was almost like a log, and you knew Peter would've had to been blind not to see it, you wouldn't be surprised if he was questioning what it was doing there. Embarrassed about the meaning, you tore the poster down leaving the corners torn still one with the pin holding it up. Scrunching the paper in your heated fist, you threw it down in the trash, not taking another second to look at it. Ashamed of the consequences, it made you feel sick to think that at some point you found it almost comical to keep it up on your wall for everyone to see, and now you were scared Peter, who was one of the Avengers, could have seen it. What if he questioned you? Or thought you were some sort of creep? Of course he didn't know the real meaning and in a way if he did it would only make it worse.

Running a stray hand through your hair you took a deep breath, attempting to calm your erratic breathing as you paced your way out of your bedroom and across the hallway to your bathroom. It was cold inside, a damp linger of condensation resting on the rim of the sink. A chill ran down the back of your spine as you looked up, seeing the storm had pushed another tree branch through your small bathroom window allowing a strong breeze to flow through. Groaning in frustration you brushed it off for now, cafeully treading your way over the laminate flooring as you made your way to the open shower. "So much for luxury apartments."

In the next apartment, Peter was getting ready for a shower himself, although dissapointed that he had to get rid of your scent that ligered on his skin. He'd stood in the mirror for ten minutes prior already, admiring the marks that you had bestowed on his skin in the form of hickies and soft scratch marks along his collar bone. He wore them like trophies, feeling goosebumps rise on the base of his skin as he slowly began to recall the events of last night.

As the water from the shower head rattled against the floor, Peter heard his phone blaring from his bedside. Although tempted to brush it off, the thought of you flooding his mind sent him pacing through his bathroom, back across the small hallway and into his bedroom. Picking up the phone, Ned's face illuminated the screen making Peter sign gently, but answered non the less.

"Hey dude, whats up?" Peter answered cheerfully, chest filled with air as he waited for his friends respone on the other end of the line.

"Hey uh we have an assignment due on Monday and I've been super busy with Betty all weekend, could you maybe come over later and help me out?" Ned quizzed, making Peter smile. Peter had never been jelous so to say about the quick earned relationship Betty and Ned shared, but he had always shared a feeling of disspointment that he never got to experiance the feeling of what it was like to have a special someone. MJ had been there for a while but it was more of a summer fling and things just weren't right.

"I actually haven't started," Peter chuckled, a hand tracing down the back of his neck awkwardly, "I... Well, you remember Y/N?"

"The girl next door, yeah of course."

"Well we uh... Well I kinda scored a date with her this week," Peter bit his cheek tightly, anxious at his friends response as he waited through the short break of silence.

"I knew it!" Nex exclaimed with excitment, "I knew you two were up to something!"

"Up to something? Ned you make it sound like we're mastermind criminals," Peter smiled at his friends remark, walking back into the bathroom to check the shower water.

"You know what I mean," Ned sighed, "does she know? About you know-"

"Me being Spider-Man, yeah she uh, kinda caught me the other night. But that isn't all the news."

"There's more?" Ned gasped, "do tell!"

"Well she came over last night and we uh... May or may not have-"

"You scored?!"

"Ned!" Peter laughed gently, shaking the warm water off his fingertips, "don't say it like that, it makes it sound weird."

"Sorry, but you know what I mean, if I'm right. I'm totally right though, you slept together?!"

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing!"

"Peter quit over-reacting!"

"You're over-reacting!" both teens burst into a fit of laughter half out of excitement, "but yeah you're right."

"I knew it, I knew it! I need the details! Was she good?"

"So good," Peter gawked, cheeks flushing slightly, "she's pretty experienced."

"She's not a whore though, right?"

"What? God, no!" Peter shook his head, placing the phone on loud speaker as he began to gradually undress himself. "She's super sweet, I'm taking her out this Tuesday."

"Oooooh," Ned cooed making Peter blush a string of 'stop it's' slipping from his lips, "I'm kidding dude, have fun."

"Thanks, man."

"About the assignment though-"

"I'll come over tomorrow night, I'm not sure what time, Y/N's taking me out somewhere tonight."

"Okay now you're making me jealous," Ned half joked.

"Whatever, dude, I'll talk to you later my showers been running for like ten minutes now and my water bill is gonna be through the roof."

"Okay, man see you soon, bye."

Peter was fully undressed by the time the call had ended, switching off his phone and throwing it down with his clothes away from the heat of the shower before slipping into the warm water, ducking his head beneath the stream. His hands travelled slowly around his body, running up and through his hair, across his shoulders all the way down to between his thighs were printing of your fingertips still lay fresh on his skin. He watched as the water washed away the previous nights events, slightly dissapointed, but he knew there would be much more to come and he'd have the taste of you again.

For now he just had to relax, be patient, and wait for what you had planned tonight...

As the night slowly began to draw to a close, Peter's patience was wearing thin. He had been waiting for the door to bring a knock or just any sound to come from the passage for hours and it was slowly driving him insane. He knew he had to wait, rushing you wasn't going to make time go any faster but he sure as hell wished it would. He was curious, intrigued as to what it was you had planned for tonight and at every thought, his heart began to race through the speed limits.

You on the other hand had been taking your time getting ready for the majority of the evening. You could sense the tension rumbling between you every time you tuned in to Peter on the other side of the wall. The time was drawing into a later close, almost striking eleven when you finally zipped up your jacket and grabbed your phone from the key bowl beside your door. Tonight was the night everything changed. Peter was going to be yours and yours only and it made you all the more excited; thinking about what was to come in the later hours.

Stepping out into the empty hallway, you turned to lock your door before stepping over and knocking on Peter's. He was there within seconds, smiling at your nervously allowing butterflies to flutter in your stomach at his eagerness. "You almost ready?" you chimed, folding your hands at your front almost a little nervous yourself.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, uh- lemme just grab my coat," he swallowed, turning and leaving you at the door while he ran off to get his coat. While stood in the empty hallway you felt your phone buzz lightly in your back pocket grasping your attention. With a fumbled brow, you pulled it out, staring down at the bright screen. To your surprise, you saw an email notification from your college English professor, Mr Morgan. Strangely enough, you somehow felt like you were expecting this. Looking up seeing Peter had not yet returned, you stepped back a little and opened the email.

'Dear Miss L/N,

I am writing to inform you that you're latest English assignment was graded an A*, congratulations. Due to the recent weather college will be closed this coming Monday and new assignment sheets will be emailed through to you. Kind regards, Mr Morgan.

P.S. please ensure that my/other teachers personal emails are kept between college students only please and are not accessible by non-attending students. I recently received a rather degradable and threatening email from what I believe to be, as mentioned in said email, a colleague of yours. If there are any issues regarding your health and safety please contact the college campus or me via email or phone number. Thank you.'

"What the-"

"Sorry I took so long, I couldn't find my coat," Peter stumbled out through the doorway making you jump, clicking off your phone and rather hastily shoving it into your back pocket, "... Hey are you alright? You look a little pale," Peter paused in his tracks, holding his key in the door as he turned to you.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine," you nodded, "We better hurry up, the city gate closes soon."

"Right," Peter nodded slowly, hesitant to turn away from you to lock the door, but proceeded to do so in quick timing. After turning back to face you, Peter could clearly see something was wrong. The flushed colour in your cheeks had disappeared and you looked more like Caspers dopple ganger. As you began walking he brushed closer to you, nudging your palm with his fingers and sliding his hand into your, locking it tightly, "talk to me," he mumbled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"What?" you looked up at him, eyes soft but swirling with confusion and fear, "I'm fine, I promise."

"Y/N, I'm Spider-Man, I could practically hear your heart stop from inside my apartment. Did something happen? Did someone say something to you?"

"Peter, please I'm fine-"

"Y/N," he pulled you back forcefully, stopping you in your tracks so he could face you head-on, "talk to me," he demanded, his tone sharp but concerned. You stared at him with eyes wider than a black hole, hands clenching into fists as they soaked themselves in sweat. Peter could see the sudden panic in your eyes, blinking hard as he realised to the forced grip he had taken on your arm and slowly began to let go. "I didn't mean to- I'm just trying to help-"

"It's fine," you shook your head, brushing your hair behind your ear, "I guess it would only be fair for me to be honest with you," you nodded, turning back to face away from him and continued walking forward, Peter hot on your heels.

"A while ago, before I moved to Queens, I was dating this guy," you began, pausing momentarily as you passed an elderly woman on the stairwell, "it was fine at the start and we were only doing what we're doing now I guess, you know... What started as just casual sex and then became something more."

"Right..." Peter nodded, following along.

"But then things got... Weird," you scrunched your brow, thinking back over the memories as you made your way through the lobby, "he started getting really controlling and would accuse me of random things, it's a long story I really wouldn't want to get into that part," you scoffed lightly as you pushed open the lobby door. The night was cold, practically freezing as you wrapped your arms around your body, Peter pulling you closer to help you keep heat.

"Anyway a couple of months passed and I decided I couldn't take it anymore so I left. Admittedly it perhaps would have been better if I had just told him I didn't want to be with him anymore but he just made me feel so uncomfortable, I was scared of what he might do if I told him. It sounds ridiculous I know."

"No, no it doesn't," Peter reassured you, clasping your hands back together as you walked down the empty street towards the apartment parking lot, "I understand you must have been scared and that's not something you should be ashamed of. Did he text you or something?" Peter suddenly found himself in a dominant state of mind, hearing all those things that this person had done to you made him feel obliged to protect you or even feel angry that he had put you under that pressure. It was fun being the submissive in the bedroom, but this was the real stuff, and despite knowing you were strong and more than capable of looking after yourself... Peter couldn't find a reason as to why he shouldn't try to protect you.

"No, actually I got an email from my English professor at my college, saying something about keeping teachers personal emails private and that he had received a rather threatening email from one of my colleagues? At first, I was confused but... Well, I can't think of anyone else that would do such a thing."

"Colleagues?" Peter questioned as you rounded the corner towards the parking lot. The night was dark, eery, almost silent in a way and it left Peter on edge. Despite knowing he was Spider-Man, the cities hero and saviour, he somewhat found the anxiety that swirled in his chest comforting. Kept him on edge in a way and found a reason to pull you closer into his protected space.

"He used to work for me before I quit my job and moved out to Queens. I guess he just still uses that title as some form of empowerment or connection or some stupid shit like that." Peter could see you were clearly uncomfortable talking about this and not to mention worried, if the accusations were true then you could be in some real danger.

"Is he dangerous, this guy?" he asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you close as you entered a narrow alleyway. Your heart fluttered at the small gesture, reminding yourself that this was Spider-Man you were walking with, you shouldn't have to worry about anything.

"You could say that," you sighed, "he has a criminal record. I was kinda into bad boys back then, you know; leather jackets and motorcycles but... Now you're more my type," you smiled adoringly, looking up at Peter who was practically glowing in the sheer moonlight.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean, hm?" He smiled sheepishly, rubbing your arm. "You don't think I could ride a motorcycle and sport a leather jacket?"

"Oh, no I don't think that I actually think you'd look rather sexy in leather," you teased with a devilish smirk making him blush, "but Peter, you can hardly handle me, I doubt you could handle a motorcycle," you giggled, Peter, rolling his eyes playfully, but he knew you were right.

"I'm just worried that, well if it is him, then he already knows where I'm attending college, how long is gonna be before he finds out my address?" you sighed, tone lowering from the light-hearted symphony to a melody of anxiety and fear.

"Hey, don't worry about that, okay?" Peter comforted you softly as you pulled the rented car keys out of your pocket. You figured with you having to drive so far renting a car would be easier. You didn't exactly have a licence, but you knew how to drive and that's all that really mattered. "I'm Spider-Man after all, I'll protect you," he smirked, wandering around to the passenger side of the car.

"I don't doubt that." Peter was willing to protect you, and you would always be grateful for that. But... You had your demons, and even you had struggled to fight them off in the past. Peter was unwilling, unacknowledged and so soft compared to the blistered world that killed every flower that bloomed in a cold fire. You hoped he would try, but you weren't sure you could watch him fail to try and protect you.

The night was calm and quiet as you drove down through the empty roads and out the city gates. The bridge to the mainland was rather beautiful at night, sported with tall lampposts casting downlight shadows over the windshield as you drove. The atmosphere inside the car was peaceful as your hands lay relaxed against the leather of the wheel. Your eyes drifted over to Peter occasionally, his head down in his phone surrounded by his hand that was leaning against the door.

"Y/N?" Peter suddenly perked, dropping his phone down in his lap. His eyes softened as he looked over at you, moving his body to the side lightly so he could face you a little better. You hummed softly, glancing over at him for a second before your eyes returned to the road. Peter was rather lucky, finding himself in a rather old modelled car for its time, the seats still conjoined in the middle. Sliding himself over eagerly, he rests his arm around your shoulders, fingers sprawling themself across the leather of the seat behind your head while his other ventured down towards your clothed thigh.

Your breath hitched as you felt his cold nose brush against the shell of your air, his breath soothing the naked flesh of your jawline, "I wanna touch you," he mumbled softly. You scoffed breathly, teeth teasing your bottom lip, "Peter, I'm driving," you tried to convince yourself that this was wrong, but you weren't fooling anyone, not even Peter.

"Please, miss," he begged, sending shock waves down the curve of your spine, his submissive side peaking out suddenly making your heart race, "I'll be careful," he nodded, brushing the hair away from your neck so he could lean down and suck gently on the exposed skin of your throat that looked oh so inviting. You sighed gently, sinking further down into the leather seat, heart racing in your chest. The road was empty and straight forward for another fifty miles or so, and you couldn't bring yourself to pull his eager hand away when it ventured towards the zipper of your jeans.

He made quick work of the rough material, finding his hand stealthily crawling down inside to the band of your panties. His lips made a mess of your neck, sucking and licking while he moaned not so softly only egging you on. Your hands adjusted on the wheel, dropping one down to your crotch where it found his, pushing it harshly up against your clit making your body jolt suddenly. You knew deep down inside the road would become more and more disinteresting as he hummed against you. Eyes averting to the side, you caught sight of a layby, quickly pressing your foot down on the pedal and speeding over towards the shaded area away from the road lights and scarce car that passed from time to time.

"Back seat, now," you deadpanned, pulling the break and grabbing his wrist. Peter swallowed eagerly, not wasting any time before crawling into the back seat, you following close on his tail.

"I need you," he whimpered as you settled down in his lap, clothed heat rubbing against the prominent bulge in his pants, "I can tell," you snarked, diving down to get a taste of him. "What's brought this on, baby boy?" you mumbled between kisses, each time you leaned back at the slightest he was there chasing your lips. His hands were eager, needy, demanding. Gripping you like a vice and rolling you down on his cock that was aching for your attention.

"Please, Y/N," he begged, "please fuck me, please, please," he practically sobbed, hand reaching down between your bodies to palm himself over his jeans. You giggled devilishly, moving his hand away and dragging his zipper down, almost snapping the button from the thread. "I just wanna be inside you again," he looked up, eyes hooded with pure lust and exhaustion from the high, "fuck me like I'm yours."

"You are mine, Peter," you encouraged him deeply, making quick work of the zipper on his jeans, feeling the heat from his warm skin seep through the material, "I don't need to fuck you to prove that."

The sight that sat before you was truly breathtaking; his head flung back, bare throat on full display. It reminded you fondly of your first encounter, the overfilled glass and water droplets that dripped down the fine skin, and now you could finally get a taste of it. You heart peaked each time you watched his Adams apple bob fondly up and down between small gasps and whimpers of need and impatience. His cheeks were a flushed crimson and you could see the way he was bathing himself in the pleasure. The scent of his delicious skin and newly washed curls sent your sense onto overdrive, inhaling the fond scent of aftershave that was almost classed as a turn on.

"Tell me how you feel Peter,"

"Desperate-" he stuttered out without another beat passing making a raging blush flurry over his cheeks, "I wanna feel you squeeze me again, Y/N, please... W-wanna feel your warm, wet pussy all over my cock," he squirmed as he felt the coolness of your skin gently begin to pull down the fabric of his boxer briefs. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, head dizzy with lust as his cock sprang free against his lower stomach. Your blood raced, pumping adrenaline through your veins faster than your heart could keep up with.

"Undress me, Peter," you whispered softly but sultry, bringing his shaking fingertips to the band of your pants. He didn't have to be asked twice, looping his fingertips around the material and dragging it down your creamy thighs, snapping your underwear in the process with the other making you gasp audibly. Wrapping a strong, thick arm around your middle, he lifted all your weight upwards, head nudging the roof of the truck. You giggled almost nervously as he completely took over, pushing your pants down to your ankles in a hurry, desperation in his movements.

From there he lowered you down, feeling your arousal dripping onto his still clothed thighs. The material of his jeans was rough against your skin, but the heat from his skin was soothing, welcoming you back into the land of pleasure. Hastily, Peter grabbed his cock, running his tip through your folds mixing the spilt pre-cum with your juices, both moaning out at the sensation.

"W-we really need to start bringing emergency condoms," you gasped as your shirt was lifted up, the neck catching your throat as he pulled it up and over your head. You heard Peter chuckle devilishly as he jolted his hips up into the air, his spare hand leaving the comfort of your thigh to reach around into the back pocket of his jeans. From your seat against his crotch, you watched as he grunted, pulling a golden packet out from beneath him.

"Peter Parker, you really are full of surprises," you smirked, watching as he tore open the condom packaging with his teeth.

"What can I say, I come prepared," he shrugged, taking the rubber between his fingers when you stopped him. "Allow me," coyly, you took the condom from his hands, pinching the tip and rolling the protective rubber down over his cock. You watched as his body responded to your eager touch, feeling the tightness of your warm palm as you squeezed, pumping him slowly. Peter had never heard experienced the feeling of having such a tight rubber casing rolled down over his pulsing length before, the sensation almost making him bust his load there and then as the tight band of the condom snapped against his base.

"Y-Y/N, I-m gonna- stop," he whimpered, making your movements jolt to a halt, looking up at his with a worry in your eye.

"You alright there, baby?" you cooed, bringing one hand up to his cheek. His skin was burning, red as a rose as you graced your fingers upon it, watching as he nuzzled into your touch. How one boy could be so sexy and so sweet at the same time you would never know.

"Don't wanna cum yet," he sighed lightly, eyes fluttering, "not until I'm inside you."

You smirked devilishly, reaching your hands down between your bodies and grasping his cock, aiming it towards your soaking entrance before sinking down onto his length.

As the night passed on and the moon was at its peak, you arrived at your destination over an hour later than you had expected. Parking the car in the darkness of a tight alleyway, shielded away from the almost empty roads, you looked over at a sleeping Peter, head resting on your shoulder and hands around your waist. You smiled softly, feeling the heat of his breath brushing over your exposed chest. Switching off the engine must have woken the sleeping angel, as he nuzzled further into your body with a groan, his hands tightening around your waist.

"We're here," you whispered, pulling up the handbrake and running your gentle fingers through his damp curls, still a little wet from earlier. He takes in a deep breath before lifting himself from your shoulder, curling his hands into a fist and rubbing his tired eyes. You look at him in awe for a second, the moonlight making his fine skin glow. "Where are we exactly?" he asked before a yawn escaped his lips, dropping his hands down to look at you. Before you answer, you crank open the driver side door and step out into the night, "why don't you come and find out?"

With a tired smirk, Peter complies, stepping out of the car and beside you, quick to wrap his arm around your waist keeping your close. As Peter looked around he could see slim to nothing in the darkness, the street illuminated with only a handful of street lights. After locking the car he felt your body move, following your feet as you began walking down the empty street. It was eerily quiet. "You're not gonna murder me, are you?" Peter chuckled half-jokingly as the tension began to set.

"Don't be stupid," you giggled, "I know it's so creepy around here but I assure you once we're inside you'll feel more... at home," you smiled, squeezing his arm softly. Peter nodded, keeping his eyes out in front of him for a few more minutes until you arrived at your destination. Looking up, Peter let go of your waist as you stepped forward into a shop doorway, sliding your keys into the lock and twisting. As Peter glanced onwards, looking up at the store sign before down to the store windows, his mind suddenly clicked and the penny dropped.

"You own a sex store?!"

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Thank you so much for reading! Chapter eleven coming soon.