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s3thwrit3sstuff · 2 years ago

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❝ Baby, you know that you won ❞ [part 2/2]

Peter Parker x male!superhero!reader | light angst, comfort, peter gets a panic attack, make-up s*x | dom. bttm. reader (AMAB) | wc: 3K

warnings: overstimulation, light degradation (slut, whore), subspace (Peter), light dacryphilia

masterlist; part 1; part 2

(Y/N)'s comforting words manage to make Peter's tears cease; (Y/N)'s degrading, possessive, words restart the waterworks.

New York could be burning to the ground right now and Peter couldn't find it in himself to care. He had his head in his hands, hidden further from view by his knees. Peter desperately tried to get oxygen into his lungs with his lips wet with spit. (Y/N) wasn't faring any better. He was standing, sure, but he was just as breathless as his ex-boyfriend. (Y/N) wiped the drool that had messily trailed down his chin with the back of his hand, finding his footing as he leaned his shoulder on the wall. "Two superheroes rendered helpless from a kiss" (Y/N) chuckled. "Is the public truly safe?" he slid down to settle right beside Peter who flinched. "Woah, hey" (Y/N) lifted his hands beside his head with his knees now turning away from the still panting Spiderman. "Talk to me, Pete. What's wrong?" he would've made a joke about how he surely wasn't that good of a kisser - followed by how flattered he was if Peter quipped back like he usually did. But the situation had no room for light-hearted humour. Against his better judgement, Peter ripped his mask away from his face and furiously wiped his tears away. Unable to keep himself from comforting him, (Y/N) grasped onto the sides of his face so he could take a proper look at his Peter.

What a pitiful expression. His cheeks were all blotchy and flushed, fat tears rolling down from his eyes that were rimmed with red. "Oh, baby" (Y/N)'s thumb brushed his tears away and Peter sniffled as he turned his nose into his palm. "Breathe with me, Peter, breathe with me", it wasn't often Peter cried until breathing became an arduous task. There were a few times when both of them were younger and their emotions were just as tumultuous as their lives. There were even times when he screams awake from the night terror of losing (Y/N) to an enemy. But, whenever they do happen, (Y/N) is there just like he is now. He brings Peter's ear to his chest, carefully arranging his limbs to not overwhelm the boy but holds him firmly against him. There it was. That beautiful thud, thud, thud of (Y/N)'s chest makes Peter's heart want to leap out of his ribcage and bury itself next to his. "Fuck" Peter finally catches his breath, his heartbeat steadying as (Y/N)'s fingers card through his brown hair. "Language, mister, kids look up to you, ya' know" tutted (Y/N) and Peter guffaws. Their limbs unravel. The two heroes sat across from each other, their ankles bashfully pressed against each other. Brief silence. The city's ambience muffles it. (Y/N) places his arm on his knee, then his chin on top of it; just watching Peter as he catches his bearings. "You're not gonna ask?" he wipes the remains of his tears, sniffling and turning away to awkwardly fold his mask around on his lap. "Why you were crying?" Peter nods and (Y/N) shrugs his answer. Silence again. Peter pursed his lips. "I had reoccurring nightmares about losing you, not being able to save you while you". The breath he exhales is a shudder, his poor mask suffocating between his fingers. "You were dying, (Y/N). Right in my arms and wuh-while...while we were kissing, I thought about our fight, how the last time we would've seen each other would've been screaming and yelling." "I'm scared, I'm scared this is a dream," he says in one breath, tears brimming his eyes again though he manages to blink them away. (Y/N) wants to gather Peter in his arms again. But Peter curls up further and (Y/N) opts to speak; "Pretty sure you don't get hangover symptoms while you dream, Peter". It was a weak reassurance but Peter smiles and (Y/N) returns it. "What did we even fight about, (Y/N)?" Peter sounds oblivious, very much needing an answer from the man in front of him. (Y/N)'s eyes widen and he seems just as oblivious as Peter was. He breaks their gaze and shrugs. "Stupid shit, I think I got mad that you forgot a date". "I got mad that you keep digging into Wilson Fisk's shit" (Y/N)'s eyes seemed defiant as they glanced at Peter's but then they soften, and he nods. "You forgot it was your turn to fold laundry" (Y/N) continued. "I told you that you never liked how I folded anyways". "S'not the point, dumbass" (Y/N) rolls his eyes, still smiling. "Snapped at me for rounding up 'your villain'" Peter retells with a snort while (Y/N) pouts. "You let my laptop get stolen because you webbed it to a random alleyway when an assignment was due that night" Peter huffs. "I told you to upload your shit on a cloud". His sharp glare makes Peter raise his hand in surrender. "Right, sorry, sorry," said Peter.

"I'm sorry" (Y/N) confesses. "I guess things just...piled up?" he leans back on his hands again and stupid, hormonal, Peter can't get that picture out of his head. "We ended up nit-picking and it just got worse. I should've said something instead of bottling it up".

Peter mused the thought, of what could've happened if the two of them simply communicated instead of going through weeks of unnecessary heartache all over fucking laundry and petty superhero turf-wars. If they'd just opened their mouths, Peter wouldn't have to antagonize the dip in their mattress like a crazy person. They would've laid together, sweaty bodies grinding, wet lips opened in silent screams, backs arching and nails scratching against the skin. Peter could only imagine the bliss of (Y/N) on his lap, moving those sinful hips of his as he moans about how big and deep Peter's cock was. The very fact that he could not recall any recent memory of (Y/N) riding him like a professional made his dick incredibly angry. "...Yeah," came Peter's belated reply. (Y/N) tilts his head and reaches a foot forward to lightly poke at Peter's shin. "That's your apology?" Peter is blushing now, (Y/N) realizes, but as he drifts his eyes lower he sees it's for an entirely different reason. "Wow". Peter brings his knees together, groaning as he tossed his head back with enough momentum to also bring his body down. At least he has the decency to cover his face. "Don't" warns Peter but his voice is wavering and (Y/N)'s laugh is especially cruel as he refuses to heed it. "Man, Spiderman is a wreck tonight" he purrs. "Fuck off, I'm not the one watching my ex sleep, ya' pervert" (Y/N) unabashedly settles himself on top of Peter's lap despite his pathetic whines. "Yeah, yeah" he dismisses whilst Peter chews on his lower lip when (Y/N) settles his ass on his crotch. "I'm the pervert? Your boner's twitching against my ass but I'm the pervert?" (Y/N) squeezes his inner thighs and his hips move forward - Peter whimpers at the friction. Cocking a brow, (vigilante name) braces his hands next to Spiderman's head and leans down. "What a slut" he coos. Peter scoffs at him while his hands find their home on (Y/N)'s waist, gloved fingers smoothing down the globes of his ass as he grabs a handful of each cheek. Peter spreads what he can and (Y/N) sighs in bliss at his incessant kneading. "I wasn't the one taking nudes of myself on a public rooftop to lure my ex back" and (Y/N) pauses as he takes in Peter's absolutely, tomato-envying, red blush that was accompanied by a shit-eating grin. "Do you think your villains know the reason you wear that mask is because you blush like a bitch in heat every time you get all cocky? Like some sort of adrenaline rush. Seriously, a minute ago you were crying over making out with me" "Hey" Peter pouts, pushing himself up and resting on his elbows but he doesn't relent. (Y/N) just grabs his cheeks - not at all gentle like he was before, his grip was firmer now and Peter's seen how much strength he has behind it. "Now you're pretending you're some macho man, shaming me when you probably jacked off to that picture before you came here" Peter's body betrays him in several ways. His cock twitches and he darts his eyes faster than he can stop himself - damn, that mask really does save him a lot of humiliation. (Y/N)'s grin makes Peter gulp.

"You did" purrs (Y/N) "Filthy little cretin. I wonder what would they think if they saw you like this" "T-They?" (Y/N) motions his head to the ledge. "The people that think you're ever so noble" he leans to kiss at the spot between Peter's ear and jaw, pressing his teeth there just to feel him shudder. "What would they think of you?" Peter quips, giving a harsh spank to his ass, earning him a stuttering gasp. "(vigilante name), the slut that stoops low enough to use his body to get his boyfriend to do this" For a second, Peter thinks he's said something wrong as (Y/N) stiffens above him. Perhaps he'd crossed a line. But (Y/N) smashes his lips against his, relieved and elated that Peter had called him his boyfriend. Even if it was a slip of the tongue, (Y/N) felt his heart swooning. "Pretty sure they'd understand if they knew you were my boyfriend" Peter hears the rustling of clothes and (Y/N) top half is bare, so naturally he assists in removing it all before he scrambles to get naked himself. "Brr..." Peter pauses mid-strip, his own costume awkwardly bunched below his armpits. "Cold, baby?" he asks, (Y/N) nods.

“Warm me up?" Peter laughs at the cheesiness but hey, he was in his boxer briefs in less than a minute so it worked. Now with less constricting layers out of the way, they collided with each other in a heated embrace. A mess of tongue, teeth, and hands desperate and hungry to feel the expanses and curves of their bodies. It was all bordering on animalistic - the sounds of their panting muffling everything else as their heads moved to and fro, crotches bumping and grinding.

Peter's costume was used as a makeshift pillow for his head as he bucked his hips making (Y/N) moan, the wet patches on their underwear left them with little to no shame. "You're so fucking hard" (Y/N) groaned, reaching between them to grab Peter's clothed cock which elicits a moan. "Shit, forget about the foreplay, I need to be inside you" Peter sucks on his fingers and although (Y/N) would tease he was just as desperate. He yelps as Peter's fingers find his hole, chuckling after gaining some composure. "Easy, I'm not going anywhere - ah!" his eyebrow slopes all prettily again and Peter can't find it in himself to have some decorum. He slips one finger in, just lightly slicked with saliva. "You're..." he slips in another with ease and (Y/N)'s thighs twitch, his hips move away from those slender digits but Peter chases. "Christ, you are a slut - you're already stretched out. There's still lube!" his boyfriend shushes him by gripping the head of his cock. "Announce it to the whole of New York why don't ya'" A few skilful flicks of (Y/N)'s wrists and Peter's eyes flutter closed, fingers still pumping in and out dutifully.

For a moment, Peter wonders if it’d been another that had found themselves inside of (Y/N) and his heart squeezes at the very possibility. “D-Did you, with anyone?” (Y/N) whispers a ‘no’ that makes Peter more gleeful than he’d like to admit.

“So you have no right mocking me for jacking off” Peter might as well have stuck his tongue out at (Y/N) like a child.

“Are you seriously -- Goddammit! Yeah! Right there” his hole clenches tight around Peter’s fingers as his prostrate was found, effectively shutting him up. "E-Enough, enough, fuck, let me pound you already" In a graceful swoop, Peter has (Y/N) on his back with his thighs resting over Peter's hips. This wasn't completely unusual for the couple - their trysts haven't always been in the comfort of their mattress which was a given considering their double lives as superheroes. They weren't strangers to doing it on rooftops, alleyways, and occasionally abandoned/half-finished buildings. Honestly, they could fill a whole book with their sex adventures. But this particular rooftop was a favourite because it'd been the first time they'd done it after revealing their identities to each other. (Y/N) exhales a quick laugh while Peter grumbles, pulling his cock out. It twitches from the brisk air but then its head catches on (Y/N)'s rim and his cock starts leaking precum, the tip peeking out from his ruffled-up underwear that's a little too tight but neither noticed to care. "You do remember how to use the little guy don't you?" Peter squeezes (Y/N) thigh in warning as he wets his lips, murmuring a 'shut up' as he grips the base. Sighing in relief when it finally gets past the ring of muscle. He braces his hands near (Y/N)'s waist and moans, half-lidded eyes taking in the sight of pure ecstasy on his boyfriend's face. (Y/N) can't think. He's convinced Peter's cock was made for him because when Peter fills him it makes his toes curl. Every delicious drag of his dick makes (Y/N) groan in pleasure, that sweet bundle of nerves getting rammed into whenever Peter's balls slap against his skin. "Fuckkk" The brunette smiles dopily and that scrunched expression on (Y/N) urges him to claim his lips. Arms wrap around his neck and Peter presses his thighs down until his knees touch his chest when he pulls away from the kiss. "Ready?" "Give it to me, baby". The power behind those hips reveals itself in slow but harsh thrusts. He builds a steady pace, slowly gaining more speed and it makes (Y/N) bare his neck and arch his back, his nails digging into Peter's back. "Th-That's it" (Y/N) groans. Peter feels his fingers crawling up his neck before gasping as his hair was grabbed. "Fuck me just like that, pretty boy - Ngh! Shiiit, yeah, come on, fuck this ass, it's yours, all yours" Peter's blush worsens at the vulgar words. As if he'd never heard them before or gotten painfully hard because of them. "Your mouth s'filthy" he grunts with a sharp thrust that has the boy on his dick squealing. "You - ah! Like it" he kisses Peter, nipping at his bottom lip before the incessant pressure on his dick becomes too much and suddenly he's tightening. Peter inhales sharply, stuttering out (Y/N)'s name. Peter cums. Hard. Without much warning. He stills with a few jerky shakes of his hips and they pant to catch their breaths. Embarrassment pools in his stomach but before he can completely register it, he's back on his back and (Y/N)'s putting his dick back inside that sloppy hole.

"M'not done yet, Petey" he sighs then he starts moving. Peter hisses, attempting to get the upper hand by grasping at his hips.

"Wuh-Wait, (Y/N), baby -" They slam down hard enough to make a smacking sound, ass jiggling as gravity helps (Y/N) ride Peter's already hardening dick. Peter chokes with his eyes rolling back as he tilts his head back, Adam's apple bobbing thickly. "Fuuckkk" he whines, the sound high in his throat. His stamina is usually something to be marvelled at but it's been weeks and honestly, he'd come into his fist way too many times. Shirt in his mouth, Polaroid in his right hand while his left works to undo him. But (Y/N) isn't complaining. He loves seeing his pretty boy gasp and whine about it being 'too much please I can't' while those whorish moans spill from his lips. Peter's cum is leaking back onto his dick, a ring of white frothing at (Y/N)'s asshole as he squeeezes the cockhead while he's up and makes Peter groan out his name when he sliiides back down. "M'close" Peter warns, eyes hazily watching his boyfriend finally pull his cock out. He's greedy - he wants it in his mouth and the thoughts are so obvious in those coffee-brown eyes that it makes (Y/N) keen. "Me too, God, your cock feels so good, filling me up so well" Peter nods dumbly, not all there. "M'making you feel good?" (Y/N) nods, his chest being grabbed by Peter who suckles at his nipples like a big baby, his filthy hands groping and touching while (Y/N) trembles in his hold. His hands find themselves back in Peter's hair.

He slows to a stop, making Peter gasp out a series of 'nonono please don't stop'. "Shh, look at me, baby" It takes a few seconds for Peter to comprehend the command and a few more to sharpen his eyes to focus. He scratches his scalp comfortingly, lips pecking Peter's kiss-swollen ones. "Not gonna leave me again, right?" the tips of their noses brush against each other. Peter shakes his head, his hands rubbing circles on his hips. "Never, don't wanna be without you, just want you, like this, forever" he smiles, kissing Peter again as he moves his hips. "Cum in me again I wanna feel you inside" "I-I can do that" Peter whispers "M'so close" "Me too, mpfh, fuck, Peter - I love you so fuckin' much" That has Peter whining again. He kisses (Y/N), teeth clacking against each other while he messily bucks his hips up like a desperate animal. "Luh-love you too. Fuck, love you so muh-much, (Y/N), (Y/N)(Y/N)(Y/N)" Like a mantra, Peter keeps saying his name and the way it sounds as if he's in worship makes (Y/N) spurt cum right on their stomach and chest, and some reach their chin. Peter's groan has his voice breaking when he finishes inside his favourite hole. The warmth that fills (Y/N) has him going lax, sighing in pleasure as he leans against his pretty boy. "Never letting you go" he hears Peter murmur on his neck. "Mine, all mine..." (Y/N) smiles, holding his Peter close. "All yours, pretty baby".

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