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thollandsgirl2013 · 2 months ago

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𝐖𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → SMUT !! 18+ unprotected sex, Sleepy sex, language

Summary → Peter wakes up in the middle of the night from a wet dream and now he needs you.

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Your hips moved against Peter’s in a steady rhythm, the sounds of your shared pleasure filling the room. His hands gripped your waist firmly, guiding your movements as you rode him on the couch. He was buried deep inside you, hitting the perfect spot with every thrust, your moans spurring him on as his own pleasure built rapidly.

“Baby,” Peter groaned, his voice strained, his head falling back against the cushions. “I’m so close…”

You leaned down, your breath warm against his ear as you whimpered, “fuck, Peter.”

His hips bucked beneath you, the tension in his body snapping as he let out a deep, guttural moan. But just as the sensation peaked—

Peter’s eyes flew open, his breath hitching sharply as he jolted awake, chest heaving from the vivid dream he’d just had about you. For a moment, he stared at the ceiling, disoriented, his heart pounding as the images lingered in his mind like a second skin.

It wasn’t real.

The realization hit him like a bucket of cold water, but it did little to calm the heat simmering through his body. His skin was slick with sweat, and his cock was painfully hard beneath the sheets. He groaned softly, running a hand down his face as the remnants of the dream refused to fade.

The way you’d moved, the sounds you’d made, the heat, the arousal—it had felt so real. Too real. And now he was left with the ache of wanting you, the need clawing at him like a restless storm he couldn’t escape.

Turning his head, he glanced at your peaceful form, curled up beside him. You were sound asleep, your breathing soft and steady. For a moment, he hesitated, biting his lip as he watched you. He didn’t want to wake you—he knew you were tired—but the throbbing between his legs was unbearable.

“Babe,” he whispered, nudging you gently. You stirred slightly, letting out a soft hum but didn’t open your eyes. “Baby, wake up… please.”

You shifted again, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, but your eyes stayed closed. “Sleep, Peter,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow.

Peter groaned softly, the ache in his body growing worse. He needed you—right now. He tried to be patient, but his body had other plans. Before he could stop himself, he pressed his hard cock against you, grinding against your ass, trying to find some kind of relief. The friction sent a wave of pleasure through him, but it wasn’t enough.

“Baby,” he whispered again, his voice low and needy. “I’m so hard… I need you, please.”

Your eyes fluttered open just a crack, the haze of sleep making it hard to fully comprehend his words. “Peter…” you murmured, still half asleep.

“Please,” he begged softly, his voice thick with desperation. He pressed himself against you again, his hands gripping your waist lightly. “I need to feel you, baby. I’m—fuck, I’m so hard, and it hurts.”

You sighed, still groggy, but the sound of his pleading voice tugged at your heart. “Fine…” you mumbled, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You were too tired to even argue, and you knew how worked up Peter could get in moments like this.

With a heavy sigh, you tossed the blanket aside, slipping off your shorts and letting them fall to the floor. The dim glow of the room caught the way Peter’s eyes followed every one of your movements, his chest rising and falling as he held his breath. A low, almost inaudible sound escaped his lips as you straddled his lap, your body warm and still heavy with sleep, adding to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Leaning in, you pressed your forehead against his, feeling the soft brush of his curls, and his hands instinctively moved to your hips, fingers pressing into your skin as if grounding himself. “You’re… beautiful,” he breathed out, his voice thick with longing as his gaze locked onto yours. You felt his warmth through the fabric of his sweatpants, the tension building between you, soft but undeniable.

Gently, you reached down, your fingertips sliding along his waistband as you tugged his sweatpants down, freeing him. Peter let out a shuddering breath as you wrapped a hand around him, feeling him twitch under your touch. You took your time, guiding his tip to slide softly against your folds, each slow motion sending shivers up your spine. You teased him this way, dragging him over your clit in slow circles, letting the warmth and wetness build between you both.

Peter’s hands tightened on your hips, his breath catching with each movement. “Baby, please,” he whispered, his voice a mix of need and restraint, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much he wanted you.

Finally, you positioned yourself above him and lowered yourself slowly, a quiet gasp escaping your lips as you took him inch by inch. “Fuck… baby,” he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt you around him. Your head dropped to his shoulder, and your hands pressed against his chest to steady yourself, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palms. His grip on you firmed as he bit down on his lip, his entire body tensing from the intensity of being fully joined with you.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” Peter whispered, his voice breathy and strained. “I missed this so much…”

You let out a sleepy hum in response, your head still resting on his shoulder, your body barely moving. Peter didn’t mind, though. Just the feeling of you wrapped around him was enough to drive him crazy.

He started moving his hips, slowly at first, gently grinding up into you. His breathing grew heavier with each movement, his cock pulsing inside you. “Baby, fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice muffled as he pressed his lips to your neck.

You let out a soft moan, barely awake but aware enough to feel the pleasure building. “Peter…” you whispered, your fingers curling into his chest. “Go slow… I’m still sleepy.”

“I will, I promise,” Peter murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Just let me feel you. Just like this…”

His movements stayed slow, his hips rocking up into you in a steady rhythm, but you could feel how desperate he was. Every time he pushed into you, his body tensed, his breath coming out in shaky gasps. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles flexed under your touch.

Peter’s hands slid up your sides, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he continued to move, his cock twitching inside you.

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw and full of emotion. “I love you so much, baby. You feel so perfect.”

You smiled sleepily, your arms wrapping around his neck as you held onto him, letting him take control. “I love you too, Peter…” you mumbled, your lips pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Peter’s hips bucked slightly, his control slipping as he tried to hold himself back. He didn’t want this to end too quickly, but the way you clenched around him, the warmth of your body—it was overwhelming.

“Baby, I’m close,” Peter groaned, his voice shaky as his movements became more frantic. “I’m so close…”

You tightened your arms around him, your own pleasure building rapidly as his thrusts became more erratic. The friction, the angle, the way he filled you—it was all too much. “It’s okay, Pete,” you whispered against his ear, your voice breathless. “Let go… I’m right there with you. Come for me.”

Your words pushed him over the edge. With a deep, broken moan, Peter’s hips jerked up into you, his cock throbbing as he spilled inside you. The sensation of his release sent you spiraling into your own climax, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. You cried out his name, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm pulsed through you.

Peter’s whole body shuddered, he's grip on your hips tightened as he rode out his high, his chest heaving against yours. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged, whispering your name like a prayer. Both of you stayed there, trembling and holding each other, basking in the aftershocks of shared ecstasy.

You stayed still, letting him come down from his high, your fingers gently running through his messy curls. “There you go,” you whispered soothingly, pressing another kiss to his temple. “Feel better now?”

Peter let out a breathless laugh, nodding as he pulled back slightly to look at you. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes still dark with lust, but there was a softness in his gaze that made your heart swell.

“Yeah,” he breathed, leaning up to kiss you gently. “So much better. Thank you, baby.”

You smiled sleepily, resting your head on his shoulder. But then a thought crossed your mind, and you couldn’t help but smirk. “So… why were you hard in the middle of the night anyway?” You teased, your tone light but curious.

Peter froze, his cheeks instantly turning a deep shade of red. “Uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, avoiding your gaze. “I… might’ve had an intense dream about you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “An intense dream?” You teased, brushing your lips against his jaw. “Care to share the details?”

Peter groaned, hiding his face in your neck. “No way,” he mumbled, though the embarrassed grin on his face gave him away. “It’s bad enough I woke you up because of it!”

You chuckled, cupping his face and guiding him to look at you. “You’re lucky I love you,” you murmured, kissing the tip of his nose. Resting your head back on his shoulder. “But next time, wake me up when it’s not three in the morning,” you murmured, your voice soft and playful.

Peter chuckled, his hands still rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I’ll try, but no promises,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder. “I can’t help it when you’re just… so irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave you away. You shifted slightly, adjusting yourself in his lap, but Peter’s arms tightened around you, keeping you close.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Just like this. I wanna hold you.”

You sighed contentedly, closing your eyes as you relaxed in his arms. “Okay, baby,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that, you both drifted back to sleep, your bodies intertwined, your hearts beating in perfect sync.

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