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your blood must've been at boiling point. how does one not notice obvious flirting? there she was, emma harper, "talking" to your boyfriend ever so excitedly about good knew what, holding his hand. you wouldn't draw a line at touch, if she wasn't glancing at your side so often. bitch knew damn well what she was doing.
“watch out baby boy, you're being bad again.” you told warned peter sternly when you were alone again, and smirked internally as his adam's apple bobbed on gulping. “i'm- i'm sorry y/n i—” “oh we'll have discussion how sorry you are. my dorm. right after your last lecture, capiche?”
he was so aware he fucked up. as much as this tone turned him on, he could very clearly see what was coming for him and just nodded nervously. “y-yes.” “yes, what?” you raised your eyebrows at him. “...yes mommy.”
well that seemed to have impressed you, or so he thought. instead of the "good boy" he was expecting to hear and was trying to be, he only received a nod and another command, “don't be late” before you walked away from him.
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he was late.
he really did try to get away as soon as he could, but emma asked for his help right at the end of the stats class. he really did try to avoid her but manners got better off him. the worst part? you saw him staying back with her. again. he was so fucked.
running as fast as he could he finally reached your dorm, not sure how much time has passed trying in explaining that one question back there. one thing he knew for sure, and it was that you must be furious.
you answered the door when he knocked for the second time, and before he could begin apologising you commanded him to strip. he followed without another word, of course, he didn't want to infuriate you even more and sat on the edge of your bed.
“i never told you to sit.” you said and he immediately stood up. if he was feeling vulnerable before, he felt so much more ashamed now.
you approached him with a poker face and took his length in your hand, lightly stroking it as you stared right into his eyes. he knew he had to look back at you, even though his heightened senses were constantly forcing him to close them shut with the pleasure he was getting, meanwhile for you it was the bare minimum effort.
“being a bit too nice to emma, are we?”
“i- i didn't mean to, she asked for help with —”
“she need to keep her distance if she wants your help. specially when she knows you're taken.”
“right...” he could barely comprehend what you were saying with those gentle fingers on his cock. that's when you got on your knees, starting with kitten licks on his tip.
he let out a small whimper when you swirled your tongue on his length, giving him just enough pleasure to make him moan and pulling away the exact moment he did.
poor boy was rock hard and reduced into a moaning mess within ten minutes. his knees were visibly giving away but he wouldn't dare take support. you finally pulled back when you started to get bored. “sit” you ordered him and he slumped with such a relieved sigh.
“you'll take what i give you and dare not cum without permission, am i clear?” peter just dumbly nodded. he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to take this torture without getting off. “answer me, baby.”
“yes mommy” he croaked. you smirked before stroking his cock again before downing it all the way in your throat. it made him so loud that you didn't even find it funny anymore, just more wet and horny to feel him.
you bobbed your head so his tip was repeatedly touching your throat. “mommy, please, can't, gonna cum—” he practically sobbed and his noises made you hum in delight before you pulled back with 'pop', pulling him back right from the edge, and he almost screamed “fuck!”
you were unaware of what that did to him. you fucking hummed with his dick in your mouth, that just added such a violent vibration to the stimulus that it made his entire body sensitive... except his member, of course.
you knew that you would never be able to tease spiderman of all people like this, if there wasn't a puppy hearted boy like peter parker behind that mask. still, he had his days. today was yours.
you hastily took your clothes off and got on the bed over him. he was just comprehending the very recent roller coaster you made him go through when he felt you tease your wet clit against his now red tip.
“please..” “please what?” “please, mommy, i need it, i need to feel you—” he cut himself off with a load moan when you bottomed him in your velvet walls, the edging made him twice as needy. you started with a very slow pace, much to his disappointment. “faster...faster, mommy, please.” he whimpered.
“want me to go faster? you know what, you pick the pace. you said you were sorry, show me how sorry you are.” he opened his eyes and looked at you incredulously. not you telling him to fuck you in his own pace, that too when you could see how rudy hard he was.
“are you- are you sure..?” he asked. “just do as i say.” you told him again, he seemed unconvinced. “you know the safe word, so do i” you had to assure him. he propped his knees up and started rocking his hips upwards.
he started slowly, and he did try to keep it that way, but his judgement wasn't working very well at the moment. the edging, the stimulations your tight hole was causing all over him, your moaning getting louder, your boobs right in front of him. it was all too much for him to be able to control himself.
so he didn't.
he snapped his cock harder into you, and damn did it feel good. the room was now filled with the sounds skins slapping and loud moans by the two of you as he railed into you. “ohh fuck, just like that, good boy” you praised, motivating him to continue.
“are you close baby? because i damn well am” you moaned, meeting his vigorous nod when you looked down at him. “fuck, yes i am. fuck—” his eyes were screwed shut. “hey, no, petey, look at me when you fuck me. c'mon, open those eyes.”
he reluctantly opened his eyes, though he was just more turned on by the sight in front of him. he saw you get off on him, and heard all those angelic sounds. he knew this was all his, and his relish on.
he felt your walls squeezing him and if your mouth was heaven, your cunt was nirvana. “now you” was all you could say among your panting before getting off him. he took the hint and sat with his knees on either side of your thighs, not having to stroke himself much.
he was more than satisfied after shooting hot white cum on your stomach and chest. as much as he'd like to collapse next to you right now, he knew he wasn't done here. now he just waited for the command.
“lick me clean” you told him. hiding the smile quirking on his lips, he bent over to wipe his mess with his tongue. “what do you say now?” “fank you, mommy” he said with his mouth full. “good boy” you smirked before your head fell back against the mattress.
he went to the bathroom to spit the cum, you supposed, but came back wearing his boxers and with a wet towel and started cleaning you up wordlessly. what an angel.
“...pete, you don't have to—” “i want to.” he told you before wiping you up and then joining you on the bed. there was silence for the time he covered your naked bodies with soft covers while you were both catching your breath, before he spoke again.
“i'm really sorry you felt that way y/n, about the whole emma thing” he looked at you, and you smiles softly. “it's alright. just... try to pick obvious hints when someone's flirting with you? there not just being nice all the time, kay?” “yeah, alright. sorry.”
for all you knew at that moment was that this boy belonged to no one but you. and it was the same the other way around. you kissed him on the cheek before turning over as he wrapped his arms around you. what's better than warm cuddles after some great sex?