#*casually makes business call while digging into chinese takeout*

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My Princess | Peter Parker (pt 3)

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pairing - Peter x reader word count - 2,843 warnings - oral (f receiving), clumsy first time sex A/N - for the anons who requested a part 3! | Peter and reader are both 18 in this

summary - You and Peter finally have your moment.

(part 1) (part 2)

Your morning hadn’t gone to plan. You had stupidly forgotten that it was Saturday and you were scheduled to work. You worked at a small coffee shop that your aunt owned only on the weekends, so you couldn’t call in and fake sick. Peter was devastated. “(Y/N),” he whined as you rushed around your room to get ready.

“I’m sorry, Pete,” you said, pulling your t-shirt off and putting on your bra. You tugged off your underwear and put on a clean pair before standing in front of your closet, pushing through your clothes trying to find something to wear. You weren’t even aware of Peter watching you, so you jumped out of your skin when you felt his hand on your waist. He reached into the closet and grabbed a hanger, pulling out a brown corduroy skirt with buttons that you knew he liked. You nodded and paired it with some black tights and a skin-tight black long sleeve turtleneck, tossing the outfit on quickly.

“Can’t you call her?” he asked as you sat in front of the mirror to do your makeup.

“No, I really can’t,” you said, applying your mascara. “She needs me on the clock. I’m the only one there at this time of day.”

“What am I supposed to do all day?” Peter asked.

“Homework?” you teased, glancing at him in the mirror reflection. “Superhero duties?” Peter groaned dramatically and fell back on your bed. You giggled and finished up your hair and makeup before walking over to the bed. You crawled over to him, straddling his waist and putting your hands on either side of his head. He let out a sigh and put his hands on your waist.

“Don’t do this to me,” he said.

“Do what?” you said, gently grinding your hips against his. You had a playful smirk on your face as he gently guided your hips against his.

A second alarm went off on your phone, signalling that it was time for you to leave. Peter tried to get you to stay, but you pushed yourself away from him and got off the bed, straightening your outfit and giving him a smile. “Be here when I get back?” you said. His eyebrows raised as you smiled knowingly at him. He nodded back, so you grabbed your purse and headed out the door.

Peter left your house soon after you did just so he could go home, shower, and change. On the way, he was buzzing with plans for the evening. Tonight was the night. He knew. The night before and that morning were just the opening acts. This was the main event. How could he make it as perfect as possible?

When he got to his apartment, May was home. “Have a good night at the compound?” she asked as soon as he walked in. That’s where he had told her he was. Not with you.

“Mhm,” he hummed casually. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

When he got out and was changed and ready, he packed a new bag for the night -clothes for the morning, clean boxers, toothbrush and toothpaste, and everything else he’d need. “May!” he called as he started to leave. “I’m gonna be out all day. Spending the night at the compound again! Don’t wait up!”

“Use protection!” May called back. This made Peter freeze in his tracks. He turned to see her standing in the kitchen, her arms folded across her chest.

“W-What, uh, what are you-” He mirrored her position and laughed awkwardly. “What are you talking about?”

“Please, Peter,” she laughed with a roll of her eyes. “I wasn’t born yesterday.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his cheeks heat up, as he turned back to the door to leave. “I love (Y/N),” May continued, “but I don’t want any grandkids yet.”

“Okay, bye, May!” he yelled.

“Make sure she pees after, or she’ll get a UTI!”

Before she could say anything else, Peter left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Yikes.

Peter had a lot of plans for the night. Dinner was involved as was… the main event. So, he made a run to the store to pick up the necessities before heading back to your place. Your shift at the coffee shop didn’t end until 5:00, and it was only 12:00. Peter decided to hang out around your house, not at all wanting to spend another minute with May. The five hours went by agonizingly slowly.

When Peter heard the front door open, he was in the middle of an episode of The Simpsons. He jumped up from the couch, pressing pause on the TV, and greeted you in the kitchen. You looked tired as you tugged off your heeled booties. You blew some hair out of your face as you looked up at him. “Hey, babe,” you said, letting out a heavy breath. Peter frowned slightly.

“Tired?” he asked, walking over to you and putting his hands on your waist. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him, just wanting to feel him hug you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “It was weirdly busy today.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling away from you. You gave him a smile.

“No worries,” you said. “Anyway, I’m hungry. What should we do for dinner?”

“I’ve got that covered,” he said, his smile lighting up. You quirked an eyebrow and followed Peter. You expected him to go to the dining room, but he ended up heading to your room. This only confused you further. When he opened your door, your own smile widened. On the floor, Peter had laid out a blanket. A few candles were lit around it, and he had ordered Chinese takeout.

“You’re amazing,” you said to him, placing a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled and tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “I’m gonna change first, okay?” Peter nodded, so you grabbed some clothes out of your drawers and went into the bathroom. You changed into some spandex and a Stark Industries hoodie you had once stolen from Peter. It was your go-to after work outfit, and it just so happened to be one of Peter’s favorite outfits on you.

He tried not to stare too obviously at your ass when you bent over to put your dirty clothes in your hamper. You joined him on the floor and started to dig into the food. While you did that, Peter turned on your TV. “Should I put on a movie?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said, sitting criss-cross-applesauce and shoving some chicken in your mouth. “How about that new one with Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston?”

“Murder Mystery?” Peter said. You nodded, so he clicked the title and immediately started eating the food as well.

By the time the movie was done, you and Peter had been finished with your food for a while and had migrated to the bed for some cuddles. You had your head on his chest and your hand on his stomach, and his arm was around you with his hand on your ass. You both sat and watched the credits, each too comfortable to move.

Peter finally grabbed the remote and shut off the TV, then looked down at you with a dorky smile. “Hi,” he said, leaning close to brush his nose against yours.

You giggled, “Hi.” Peter closed the distance between the two of you with a soft kiss that quickly turned more intense. You were desperate to get close to him, moving so you were sitting on his lap. His hands traveled under your sweatshirt. He was desperate to feel your skin against his in any capacity.

“Peter,” you whispered, willing yourself to pull your lips away from his.

“Hm?” he hummed, his eyes still closed.

“I want to do this.”

Peter opened his eyes at this and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Yeah?” he said. You nodded. “Yeah,” Peter agreed. “I want to, too.”

Peter laid you down on the bed, slowly pulling your sweatshirt over your head. While the mere idea of having sex with you was enough to get Peter hard, he knew girls needed more foreplay. And that was fine by him. All he could think about was the pretty noises you were making yesterday and how sweet you tasted. He kissed across your chest, taking time to make both of your nipples hard. You were breathing heavily, squeezing your eyes closed at the feeling. You felt Peter leave a few hickies across your chest and neck, and you knew you’d be limited to turtlenecks and scarves until they were gone.

When Peter’s lips got to the waistband of your spandex, he pulled them down and found his mouth watering when he realized you weren’t wearing panties under them. “Mm, you were ready,” Peter teased, letting his breath fan across your lower lips.

“Shut up, Pete,” you breathed out. He laughed and kissed your clit before pulling back and rubbing your outer lips with his thumbs.

Peter loved the power he felt he had over you. He was fully clothed, yet there you were, naked and vulnerable and desperate for his touch. And you were only going to get what he was going to give you.

The thought made his dick twitch in his pants.

Peter pressed his mouth against your pussy, savoring your taste as you moaned above him. The noises his actions were making were borderline pornographic, and you were a moaning mess above him. While Peter continued eating you out, he slid a single finger inside you, pumping it slowly as you lifted your hips, desperate for more.

Your moan turned into a whimper of Peter’s name, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

Peter pulled away from you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. You sighed and rested your hands above your head, staring up at him in anticipation. Peter reached into the pocket of his joggers and pulled out a condom. You took it from him so he could pull off his sweatshirt and kick off his sweats and boxers. You ripped the condom open, and he helped you put it on him.

“I- I, uh,” Peter stuttered. “I brought some lube too. It might, it might make it feel a little better.”

“Okay,” you said with a nod. Peter -slightly clumsily- got out of bed and grabbed the lube he had brought. He almost put some on his hand, but you reached your own out. “Can I do it?” you asked. Peter almost moaned at the pure, innocent look in your eyes as he nodded and handed you the lube. You took the lube, put some on your hand, and rubbed it up and down Peter’s shaft. He bit his lip and tossed his head back as you gently squeezed his cock and moved your other hand to play with his balls.

“(Y/N),” he said, reaching down to stop your movements. You looked up at him. “I, I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that, okay?” You giggled slightly and nodded, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

The two of you got under the covers, and Peter hovered above you, brushing some hair away from your face. “You gotta let me know if, if something doesn’t feel good,” Peter said. “Or if you want to stop or anything like that.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding your head.

“And tell me what you want,” he said. “Like-”

“Peter,” you said, cutting him off and putting your hand on his cheek.

“Yeah?”

“I want you inside me right now.”

Peter let out a shaky breath and nodded. You cocked your head to the side and stroked his cheek with your thumb. “Pete?” you said.

“Mm?”

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I do!” Peter said. “I just-” He sighed. “I just don’t want to fuck this up.”

“You won’t,” you assured him. He didn’t seem convinced, so you threaded your fingers in his hair and pushed his head down to yours, pressing your lips together. He seemed to relax into the kiss, and you smiled. “I love you,” you told him.

“I love you, too.”

Peter lined himself up with you and slowly thrust into you. You lost your breath, your mouth hanging open and your eyes shut. Peter took your hand and laced your fingers together, holding your hand to the mattress. Your other hand grabbed his bicep, squeezing it so tightly, you were probably leaving nail marks on his skin. “Are you okay?” Peter asked, letting out another shaky breath.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Just, just hang on a second.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Peter said. He leaned down to nuzzle his face in your neck, leaving soft kisses against your skin. You moved your hand that was on his bicep to his hair, letting your nails drag across his scalp. He let out a whimper and pressed another kiss to your neck.

“Okay,” you said softly. “You can move.”

“Okay,” Peter repeated. He slowly pulled out of you and pushed back in, trying to maintain a steady pace. He struggled to find his rhythm, and it was all a bit sloppy and awkward. But not in a bad way. In a way that reminded you that this was your first time, and Peter’s first time, and you got to experience that together. If anything, knowing that made everything feel even better. Peter groaned as your walls squeezed around him. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed out, trying to focus more on the pleasure than the discomfort.

“What can I do?” he asked. You unlaced your hand from his and took two of his fingers into your mouth. He moaned as you sucked them softly, getting them wet before bringing them down to where your bodies connected. Peter got the not-so-subtle hint and started rubbing circles on your clit. He tried to focus on keeping up steady thrusts while also making sure his fingers were doing their job. When you let out a soft moan of pleasure, he figured he must’ve been doing a decent job.

“Oh, Pete,” you whimpered.

Maybe more than decent.

“How’re you doing, princess?” he asked.

“G-Good,” you stuttered. “Can you-” You let out a shaky breath. “Can you go faster?”

“My, my fingers or-”

“Both,” you said. “Please.”

Peter moaned at the desperation in your voice and started to quicken his movements, thrusting into you a bit faster and letting his fingers rub quicker circles. You moaned, digging your head back into the mattress. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last, and truthfully, with the stimulation on your clit and the fact that Peter’s cock kept hitting so deep inside you-

“I think I’m close, Pete,” you whimpered. He moaned and pressed his lips to your neck again, trailing a few kisses down your chest.

“Me too,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, (Y/N), I’m so close. Cum for me, princess. Wanna feel you, feel you squeeze my cock.”

“Shit, shit,” you whined. You grabbed Peter’s head and forced his lips against yours again. He pried your lips open, his tongue massaging yours. After a couple thrusts, you felt Peter twitch and cum inside you. That combined with a few more quick rubs of your clit triggered your own release. Peter held himself up, not wanting to fall on you, but you gently pulled his body down so he was laying on top of you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, pressing delicate kisses to your skin as he softened inside you.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked, kissing directly below your ear.

“Mhm,” you hummed, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Made me feel so good, Pete.” Peter smiled against your skin, then leaned back so he could place a proper kiss to your lips.

Peter pulled out of you, tied off the condom, and got up to throw it away in the bathroom. When he got back to the bedroom, you were snuggled under the covers, and Peter’s heart warmed at the sight. “Princess?” he said, kneeling beside you and stroking your cheek.

“Hm?” you hummed back, not opening your eyes.

“Why don’t you get up and go to the bathroom?” he said. “May said-” He cut himself off just as your eyes popped open.

“May said?” you repeated, sitting up slightly. You tucked your hair behind your ears and tried to fight back a grin.

“I didn’t say that,” Peter said, standing up and grabbing his boxers off the floor.

“Yes you did!” you giggled. “Oh my god, did you tell May about this?”

“No!” he said. “She, she guessed?”

“Oh my god,” you repeated, pushing yourself out of bed. You grabbed Peter’s sweatshirt and pulled it over your head, then placed a quick kiss to his cheek. “You’re so lucky you’re cute, because you’re an absolute dork.”

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