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n0cturna1-m3 · 2 years ago

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Tender Kisses | Bottom Peter Parker x Top Male Reader

Minors/Fem DNI

Request; "Popping Peter's cherry <3"

Warnings; Kissing, like LOTS of kissing, Peter is trans, oral fixation reader, Peter doesn't have bottom surgery but it could be read that way, cunnilingus, verbal consent, condoms, implied aftercare, maybe a little overstimulation if u squint.

Synopsis; Watching a movie turns into something much hotter.

A/N; I said I wouldn't write but the inspiration was flowing to get this finished. my friend Lee is responsible for the ftm peter parker headcanon, so you can thank him

ALSO, this is COMIC peter parker, who is his mid to late 20s.

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Peter’s eyes flickered over the TV screen to take in every detail of the movie he and his boyfriend were watching. The third Pirates of the Caribbean movie was playing, and Peter was leaning against Y/N's side, his arm wrapped around him while he shovelled popcorn into his mouth.

Y/N glanced over at Peter, staring at his face and messy hair. The scene on the TV was dark and blueish, illuminating his soft features and dramatising the shadows of his face. He looked stunning. Y/N’s heart swelled with adoration and gratitude that he had the privilege to date such a handsome man. He leaned in and kissed his cheek, receiving no reaction as he was too enthralled in the movie. He huffed and began peppering kisses on his face and neck, turning his body to face the other man and hugging him close to his body.

“Hey, I’m trying to watch the movie,” he complained, pushing Y/N’s face away with his hand.

“Mmm…” Y/N hummed, burying his face in Peter’s neck. “I don’t care,” he said before kissing the soft skin and trailing up his neck and biting his ear.

“You’re lucky that I love you,” he muttered. He turned his head to the kiss Y/N, the latter humming into it. He reached up and cupped Peter’s jaw, pulling his face closer and tilting his head to avoid bumping noses.

Peter placed a hand on the back of Y/N’s neck, the other wrapping around his shoulder and pulling him closer. He smiled against Y/N when he began pushing him back against the sofa, one hand supporting his weight while the other planted itself on Peter’s waist.

“Why are you smiling?” Y/N asked after pulling off Peter’s lips, leaving only a few inches between them. Peter laughed quietly and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s neck.

“It’s nothing. I just think it’s cute that you’re desperate,” he teased, pecking Y/N’s lips as he made a shocked face.

“How dare you!” he gasped. Peter giggled and pulled him down for another kiss, one that Y/N happily reciprocated. Peter moved one of his legs under Y/N so Y/N could lay between them, loosely draping them around his hips.

Peter’s breath began running short as their lips moved together, his face red and hot. He tapped Y/N’s shoulder twice, the latter pulling off him instantly. Peter swallowed down a few breaths of air before pulling Y/N down again.

He made a noise that was a mix of a grunt and a moan when Y/N ran his tongue along his lips, the brunette eagerly parting them and meeting Y/N’s tongue with his own. Peter shoved his hand under the collar of Y/N’s shirt, placing it flat on his back and running it down his spine, feeling the grooves of his bones and muscle under his fingertips.

In turn, Y/N moved his hand from Peter’s waist down his torso to slip it underneath his baggy T-shirt. His skin was warm beneath Y/N’s cool fingers, and it sent a shiver up his spine. Goosebumps crept up his skin as Y/N’s hand ghosted over his stomach.

“That tickles,” he whispered after pulling away. Y/N smiled softly and moved to kiss his neck. “And your hands are cold.”

Y/N traced his fingers up Peter’s torso, soaking in the sweet, shaky sighs that left his boyfriend’s mouth as he littered kisses along his neck. Peter turned his head to the side to allow him more room for the gentle nips and wet kisses he left as he moved further down his throat. His eyes met the TV screen and he paused.

“Wait,” Peter said, slowly becoming enthralled with the movie once more. Y/N pulled back immediately, sitting up and looking down at Peter.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked with a worried tone.

“I like this scene.”

Y/N grumbled and pinched Peter’s hip, grinning when he yelped.

“What was that for?”

“You’re a tease,” Y/N said before leaning down and kissing his cheek.

Peter laughed before saying, “I am not!”

Y/N sighed dramatically and went limp, resting his entire weight on Peter.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” Peter groaned. He grabbed Y/N’s face and smiled at him, the latter returning it with just as much affection. His eyes crinkled from how hard he was smiling, and his cheeks almost hurt from it.

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered. Peter leaned up to kiss him, pressing their lips together carefully. He sighed with contentment as Y/N shifted, tilting his head and moving one of his hands to hold Peter’s.

Peter’s face slowly began heating up, a warm flush spreading across his cheeks and travelling throughout his body. He pulled back for a moment and scrambled to find the remote as Y/N latched his lips on his neck and began kissing the skin. He paused the movie and grabbed Y/N's face again to redirect him to his lips, tilting his head before sliding his tongue against Y/N’s.

Rapid breaths escaped through his nose as he tried to catch his breath. Y/N let one of his hands wander down Peter’s body, eventually resting on his groyne over his pyjama bottoms. Peter sighed and raised his hips to force Y/N to put more pressure on his sex, before letting out a deep moan.

Y/N moved to slide his hand under his pants, slipping two fingers in between Peter’s folds, erection growing at the loud whine that tore from his throat.

“Fuck,” Peter gasped after pulling away from him “Bedroom.”

Y/N nodded and removed himself from Peter, standing from the couch and extending his hand to help the brunette up. He took it and pecked Y/N's lips before rushing to their shared bedroom with Y/N following him closely. He grabbed Peter’s hip and turned him around, cupping his jaw and tilting his head to kiss him easier.

Slowly Y/N backed him up to the edge of the bed before pushing him against it. Peter allowed Y/N to move him up the bed, laying right in the middle with his head propped up on one of the pillows. He reached up and grabbed the back of Y/N's neck, pulling him down and pressing their lips together quickly before moving to suck a hickey onto the skin on his throat.

Y/N groaned before asking, “How far do you wanna go this time, Pete?”

Peter let his head fall back against the pillow and examined Y/N's features for a moment.

“I want it all,” he said quietly. Y/N stared for a long minute before nodding.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

They kissed again, this time slower, more tender. Somehow filled with more love than before, if that was even possible. He moved to kiss Peter’s jaw before trailing down his neck and running his hands up under his shirt, pushing it up and over his head with Peter's assistance. Y/N felt eager to continue, almost tempted to rush through to get to his favourite part quicker, but he wanted this to be special for Peter. So instead he caressed his sides and kissed down his body, occasionally flattening his tongue against Peter’s skin and dragging it up.

Whenever Peter shivered, his muscles would flex beautifully. His toned torso, smooth with a few scars littered around, jolted when Y/N nipped at his pecs, lightly taking the flesh between his teeth before licking the spot.

Peter's heart was beating out of his chest as he watched Y/N sit up and pull off his shirt, tossing it to the floor before shuffling out of his sweats. Peter glanced at the bulge in his lover's underwear for a moment before turning his attention back to his face. He tugged off Peter’s underwear with his pyjama pants in one motion before placing his hands in between Peter’s thighs and spreading his legs.

The anticipation and anxiety mixed with recent actions brewed arousal within Peter's mind, his facial expression putting his thoughts on full display.

“Fuck, you’re so handsome,” he said. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but he was caught off guard by Y/N dipping his head down between his legs and running his tongue along his sex. He choked at the feeling and moved one hand to hold Y/N’s hair.

Y/N slipped his tongue between his folds before sucking on his sensitive bundle of nerves lightly. He moaned and pushed up into Y/N’s mouth in desperation, the latter responding by pushing two fingers inside of his warm cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned breathily. Y/N lapped at his cunt hungrily, pushing his mouth onto him further.

The wet smacking of Y/N eating him out filled Peter with embarrassment, causing him to bite his bottom lip and cover his eyes with the back of his forearm as he moaned and gripped the blanket under him.

It sounded so wet, almost unbearably so for Peter.

“Fuck, hold on,” he said, pushing at Y/N’s head. He popped up with an already-soaked face and pulled his fingers out, resting his hand on his thighs. “Music, can we put some on? The sound is too embarrassing..”

“Of course,” Y/N said, leaning down and pecking his lips.

“God, you’re already a mess,” Peter groaned, taking his hand and wiping Y/N’s chin. He smiled and took Peter’s hand in his own before placing a kiss on his palm.

“I love eating you out,” he said, grinning at how Peter’s cheeks flushed even further.

He shuffled off the bed and walked to the dresser, pressing a button on the top of a speaker and holding it until it beeped to life. He moved to his discarded sweats, picking them up and fishing his phone out of his pocket. When he unlocked it, the speaker beeped again. Y/N walked back to the bed and sat on the bed, handing his phone to Peter and letting him open Spotify to find a playlist he liked while Y/N settled between his legs again.

Y/N wrapped his arms under Peter’s thighs and held his hips in each hand, squeezing gently while looking up at him.

“Okay,” he said as the music began to play and he adjusted the volume before placing it on the side table. “I’m ready.”

Y/N smiled and lowered his head between Peter’s legs once more, this time dipping his tongue into his hole and pushing his nose against his dick. He licked Peter open, inside and out while purposefully rubbing his nose on his sensitive cock for extra stimulation.

Peter propped himself up on one of his forearms and moved his other hand to tangle into Y/N’s hair, pulling him into his cunt farther.

Glancing up, Y/N met Peter’s brown eyes, a beautiful light brown that gleamed like honey in the sun. He pulled out his tongue and ran his tongue flat up teasingly, causing Peter to take his lip between his teeth once more.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cock before grazing his teeth down his cunt and shoving his tongue back inside of him. Peter let out a raspy moan from it all and tugged at Y/N’s hair, sharp pants and moans escaping him as he watched Y/N eat him out fervently.

“Oh shit, I’m so close,” Peter whined, furrowing his eyebrows and squeezing his eyes shut. Y/N looked up at him, sloppily fucking him open with his tongue. Y/N moaned when he saw Peter’s debauched face.

His jaw was slack, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, and his face red up to his ears. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his hair pushed back and out of his face.

Peter moaned and bit his lip again as he came, his insides clamping around Y/N’s tongue so hard he could barely move it, but he managed, sliding his tongue inside of him to help him ride it out.

Carefully, Y/N pulled himself off of Peter before pressing kisses to his thighs.

“One more?” he asked, giving Peter his best puppy eyes. Peter sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, then put it in,” Peter said. Y/N smiled and nipped his inner thigh with his teeth before returning to his groyne, latching his lips on his cock and sucking gently.

Y/N placed Peter’s legs over his shoulders, allowing him to squeeze his head between his strong thighs. He slid his hand from his waist to between his thighs, pressing two fingers into him.

He flicked his tongue over his cock while fucking him with his fingers, curling them against his sweet spot while dragging them out before pushing them back in and repeating the process.

Peter moaned and bit his hand to quiet himself, the other having abandoned Y/N’s hair in favour of digging his fingers into the blanket. Y/N hummed with Peter’s dick in his mouth, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

He pushed a third finger into him, a breathy sigh leaving Peter through his teeth, all the while Y/N continued fingering him while licking and sucking on his dick.

Even with the music the obscenely lewd squelching and slurping from how wet Peter was still filling the room. He was slick with arousal, and the pleasure building up for another orgasm rapidly made him evewetter.

“I’m gonna come,” Peter moaned breathily. His hands grabbed at the blanket and pillow under him, toes curling and digging his heels into Y/N’s back. “Oh, god!”

His entire body jolted and shook when he came, hips stuttering up from his intense orgasm. Low moans spilled past his kissed-red lips.

Y/N rubbed the soft spot inside him tenderly before removing his fingers entirely, running his tongue in between his folds once more before planting a kiss on his sensitive cock and sitting up.

Peter looked up at him with glassy eyes, legs having fallen to either side of Y/N and his hands lax. Y/N raised his fingers to his lips and licked them clean while maintaining eye contact. It was horribly embarrassing for Peter, but it also left him throbbing, aching for more.

Fuck, he was so handsome looming over him.

Leaning down, Y/N pressed their lips together, letting his tongue meet Peter’s. He could taste himself on Y/N’s tongue, but it didn’t bother him. It made Peter feel happy knowing that he enjoyed pleasing him.

Y/N reached over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, removing himself from Peter briefly to peer into it in search of a condom and lubricant.

“Got it!” he said, turning back to Peter and smiling. He set the lube beside him and sat on his knees. Fumbling out of his boxers, Peter eyed Y/N’s erection as it sprung free from its confinements, the head shiny with pre-come, the perfect length and girth.

Peter watched as Y/N ripped open the condom and rolled it onto his cock before picking up the lube and pouring a generous amount into his palm. He tossed it aside and spread the liquid on his dick evenly, moaning softly with every jerk of his hand.

He scooted forward and held the base in one hand and Peter’s thigh in the other before lining the head up with Peter’s hole.

“You're sure about this?” Y/N asked. Peter nodded.

“Fuck, yes. I want you,” he said. He grabbed at the blanket again but moved to hold Y/N’s hand with the other. “I want you so bad.”

Y/N swallowed the saliva that built in his mouth and nodded, whispering an ‘okay’ before he began pushing inside. Peter hummed at the stretch and squeezed Y/N’s hand.

He stopped about halfway to allow him to adjust, examining his features with a mix of worry and excitement. He let go of his dick and moved to hold himself above Peter, resting on his forearm and wrapping his hand under Peter to hold his shoulder. Peter wrapped his arm around Y/N’s neck and leaned up to kiss him. A soft, tender kiss with caution and affection. Adoration.

Y/N rolled his hips forward experimentally to gauge Peter’s reaction, being met with the sweetest moan he had ever heard.

“You sound so fucking secy,” Y/N murmured against Peter’s lips before kissing him again.

He fucked into him slowly, not wanting to cause his boyfriend any pain, but it was shot down suddenly when Peter pulled Y/N off his face and gasped air into his lungs.

“I said I wanted you,” he said, holding the base of his neck. “I want all of you.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed and he whined, a desperate sound that Peter had never heard before. But fuck, was it cute. He buried his face in Peter’s neck and let go of his hand, instead placing it on the lowest part of the back of Peter's thigh and pushing it up to his chest, letting the other stay wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so flexible,” Y/N commented before shoving his cock into Peter. A moan elicited from him, and he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s back to hold onto him.

This was much different than how cautious he had been in the beginning. It turned Peter on more than he would like to admit.

He dug his fingers into Y/N’s back, moaning and tightening around his cock when it would hit a particularly good spot as it dragged inside him.

Y/N kissed Peter’s neck before sitting up and adjusted their position. He slung Peter’s legs over his shoulders and sat up on his knees, pulling the other man’s lower half up with him. He held his asscheek in one hand, the other running up his chest, brushing his thumb against his nipple before returning and holding his hip.

When he started moving again, Peter nearly screamed. Y/N’s cock pounded into his sweet spot consistently from this position. Lube and slick dripped out of him and down Y/N’s balls causing a wet slapping sound that accompanied skin-meeting-skin.

Y/N’s eyes were glued to where they were connected. His face was hot, and his body felt as if it were on fire. Peter was just as warm, and he enveloped Y/N as if they were made to be together like this.

Peter was close to coming. Y/N could feel it from how his stomach heaved and tensed, and from how his cunt convulsed around him.

No words left his mouth, only a slew of moans and curses as he approached orgasm. Y/N wasn't too far behind him, either. His cock was begging to come, to spill inside the latex condom.

“Fuck,” Y/N moaned, keeping his pace consistent. “I’m so close. I’m gonna come.”

Peter choked out a whiney moan and nodded rapidly, reaching up for Y/N who immediately leaned down to kiss him. It was sloppy this time. Fueled by desperation and pleasure.

Their teeth clashed together, lips moulding together. It could be described as hunger, but perhaps lust would be more appropriate.

Y/N was the first to come, slowing down slightly but continuing despite his overstimulation. He reached down to rub Peter’s cock, the latter following in his steps and coming hard.

The kissing ceased. Instead their mouths hung open, swallowing air against each other's lips. Y/N slowly pulled out and pulled off the condom, tying a knot and tossing it in the garbage can beside the dresser. Peter was still laying in his lap, but his legs were spread beside Y/N.

He leaned down and kissed him again, chaste and slow but full of love. He laced his fingers in Peter’s brown hair, scratching his scalp soothingly.

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered. Peter's eyes met his and he smiled warmly.

“I love you too.”

Y/N smiled and kissed him again before sitting up and getting off the bed, stumbling slightly when he stood.

“I’ll run a bath, okay?”

Peter just hummed and nodded, turning on his side and hiking his leg up while wrapping his arms around a pillow and shutting his eyes. He almost felt more tired than when he came home from his Spider-Man activities.

He could nap until Y/N comes and gets him, right?

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