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darlingspidey · 2 years

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aria what the fuck.... im 😳😳😳😳😳😳

fluffy thoughts pls come through 🕯

....... ARIA

omg maybe it's just me I know it was soft but gosh it was so hot. the dreams were so hot im GOING

Wet dreams [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: What the title says. Also, we have friends to lovers.

warnings: smut, also unprotected sex- don’t be a loner cover your boner (sorry I don’t know any cooler condom jingle - cover your peter, it will be much neater? lmao just googled that)

word count: 3.7k

-this is a repost of an old fic-

gif by heapass. masterlist in bio <3

You use Peter as a teddy bear to fall asleep. He loves it.

You’ve done it countless times before, during the countless sleepovers you’ve had over the past years.

But it’s never affected him as much as tonight. With your lower leg gently hiked over his, your arm placed across his chest, pulling him into you, and your breath tickling at his neck.

Peter feels hot.

It’s actually raining and with the window open it’s the perfect temperature to sleep. But Peter is warm, a blush spreading from where he can feel it hotly under his t-shirt crawling all the way to his face.

All because you’re so close. It’s never bothered him in the past, when you two cuddled to go to sleep. Sure, he’s had... those type of thoughts about you before. But he never even dared to think inappropriately about you when you were innocently sleeping right next to him.

But since you‘ve fallen asleep, you keep making these little noises.

They’re probably nothing, and he’s being the one with dirty thoughts. He can’t help but notice that you sound like you’re moaning though, very quietly, but it’s an unmistakable sound.

He tries to ignore you but then your hips start grinding against his slowly.

It’s not until your lips find his neck that Peter realises you’ve woken up. He leans in to kiss you and you moan into his mouth. Your hand slides down his chest and then into his pants.

You jerk him off for only a few minutes. When he gets close, you whisper, “Cum for me, Peter,” and he lets go, relaxing into the feeling of you.

He closes his eyes as he releases and that’s when he notices your hand isn’t anywhere near his crotch. You’re still sleeping peacefully next to him, hand holding onto his arm, but nothing else. It’s not just his mind that his very realistic dream had an effect on, but his pants are now stained, a wet spot still forming on his shorts.

Fuck.

With more precision and carefulness than he uses for his Spider Man jobs, Peter climbs out of the bed, gently pulling your hand off of him. You mumble in your sleep, definitely no sex noises now, and turn around.

Peter stumbles into the bathroom, freeing himself of the restraint of his pants, taking his throbbing cock into his hand. He might’ve cum already but he’s still so hard.

He rubs himself up and down a few times, caging his cock in his fist as his breathing becomes strained. He starts jacking off faster and faster, his dream of his hand being replaced by yours playing in his mind automatically.

Peter groans louder than he intended to when he cums again, hoping you couldn’t hear him from his room. He goes to pee, wash his hands and his face while he’s already in the bathroom, and tries to get the stain out of his pants, kind of disgusted with himself.

It’s dark outside, 2:30am, he sees on his phone. When he steps into his room he can make out your form, facing the door, but still asleep.

He bends down to his drawer with underwear to get fresh boxers to swap for the stained ones that he’s still wearing.

“Nice ass,” you say, voice a bit groggy from sleep.

Peter turns to the side, so you won’t be able to make out any wetness on his boxers. It’s dark, but he won’t risk it.

“What you doing?” you ask.

“Uh oh— uhhh I was cold and I was gonna get long sweatpants.”

“Oh okay, sorry if I was hogging the blanket.”

“No you weren‘t doing anything, I just get cold in the night sometimes. Uh could you turn around while I change?”

He hears you turn around and he changes in record time, climbing back into bed, patting the mattress to make sure he didn’t leak onto it earlier.

“Let me warm you up,” you cuddle into him again, your thigh sneaking between his.

“Uhhhnghh-” Peter starts and you back off.

“Too hot?”

“No uh, just don’t.. don’t..” his mind is still hazy from his two orgasms.

“Did I do something?”

“I just had a weird dream and I’m just feeling a bit... weird right now,” he hopes you’ll finally go back to sleep, but it seems like you’re wide awake now, leaning on your elbow to talk to him.

“A bad dream?”

“No, don‘t worry about it.”

“A sex dream?” you ask, just as a joke, but his silence seems to be enough of an answer and you grin, “No! Really? Tell me about it!”

“Uh, no.”

“You don‘t have to be embarrassed or anything. I won‘t kink-shame you if it was weird, trust me I‘ve had weird sex dreams.”

“How about you tell me about them then?”

“Hm, okay, but you first.”

“I can‘t,” Peter says. His eyes have gotten used to the dark enough that he can make out your lips sticking out in a pout now, “Why not?”

Becoming a little frustrated with your continuous questions, Peter blurts out, “It- it was about you.”

“Oh,” shit, he’s ruined everything now, you’ll think he’s a weirdo- “Now I want to know even more.”

“What- really?” He asks.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, biting your lip and Peter licks his, already becoming hot and bothered again just thinking about his dream.

“We were,” Peter gulps, “lying in bed, like we were in real life, when you fell asleep. You had your arm around me and you woke up- and then you started kissing my neck…” his eyes flicker over to see if you’re disgusted by the thought of doing something like that to your best friend, but you’re listening intently. Even with a smile tugging at your lips.

“And then you... your hand started trailing down my stomach a-and under my pants,” he takes a shaky breath, because thinking about that dream is enough, but talking about it is getting him turned on again, very quickly.

Suddenly Peter feels your fingers at the waistband of his sweats. His hips buck up and into your hand, “Like that?” you ask.

You palm his growing hard-on and when he nods quickly you straddle him, pulling his clothes down to start jerking him off properly, using your spit to do so.

“Just like that,” Peter whispers and sits up to kiss you, your hand still going until he cums all over himself.

Peter wakes up in a sweat. He sits up immediately.

Another dream?

He‘s still wearing his shorts that he initially wore when he went to bed.

You‘re sleeping next to him. Turned away and slumbering in peace.

He repeats what he did in his dream. Goes to the bathroom. Jerks off. Goes back to his room. Changes.

This time you remain asleep. No comments about his ass. No talking about his wet dream- or better- dreams. Or was it all one dream?

He goes back to bed with as much distance as the bed allows. He doesn’t let himself fall asleep. He can‘t have another wet dream and risk waking up with cum-stained pants next to you.

“Mornin’” you stretch your arms when you wake up with a sleepy groan, “How long have you been awake?”

Peter managed to stay up all night after he woke up from his double wet dream.

“Just a bit. Couldn‘t sleep. “

“Oh no, did I take up too much space?” you worry, seeing his awkward position.

“No! Just had a weird dream before.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

This time he says no straight-away and you don’t push him. He knows real life would never end like his dream.

“I get it, I don’t like talking about my dreams either, but I like writing them down, it helps,” you smile kindly.

Peter smiles back. He might’ve had two dirty dreams about you in one night, and is tired as hell, but the way you’re sitting next to him, wrapped in the covers, giving him advice so he can feel better- it’s the cutest thing ever.

He realises he’s staring, “Oh- y-yeah thanks, don‘t know if I‘d want that on paper though.”

He curses himself for the sexual undertone he said that with and you squint a bit, teasing him, but you leave it alone.

You get up to stretch some more, your hands reaching down to your toes as you bend over. You do this every morning after you’ve slept over at his place, but Peter’s already on edge and this time he can’t ignore the way you’re unwillingly presenting your ass to him.

He escapes into the bathroom, this time only doing appropriate stuff.

You seem to sense how tired Peter is, so after breakfast you go home, telling him you enjoyed yesterday’s movie night.

Finally, time to catch up on sleep, Peter thinks. But no.

As soon as he closes his eyes, the dreams replay in his mind. He can’t keep you out of his head, even when he puts on some creepy ASMR that other people use to fall asleep, but you shine through in his mind even through the distraction.

He gives up on sleeping and decides to follow your advice.

Maybe if he writes it down, by getting it on paper, he’ll get it out of his head.

It’s not that he minds the dream, he likes thinking about you in that way in theory. But you’re just friends and if you were to ever find out he thinks of you like that, he’d be damned. You’d probably be creeped out and want to stop being his friend.

That’s why he doesn’t want the dream replaying in his head and continue thinking about you like that.

He quickly goes into town to buy the first notebook he sees. Once he’s back home, he gets out a pen and sits on his bed.

He should probably change the sheets, he didn’t get anything on them, but they still feel dirty, at least in his mind.

Peter scribbles the dream down, feeling ashamed while he does so, but it’s like a breath of fresh air when he’s finished, throwing the notebook on the bed.

He’ll be able to sleep now, having gotten it out, but not before he showers and changes his bed covers.

You’re honestly glad Peter seemed so tired this morning. That gave you an excuse to get home earlier and deal with the dream you had last night.

It seemed so real at first.

You woke up in the middle of the night, to Peter groaning and moaning softly in his sleep.

You got so turned on that you started touching yourself. From the noises you were making, Peter woke up and decided to help you out a little. It was the hottest dream you’ve ever had, but not the first of that kind.

Luckily, you woke up only after you came in your dream and weren’t horny anymore. You were calm and satisfied and you don’t think Peter noticed that you were a little off, he was so tired himself.

He probably had a bad dream, and you get why he wouldn’t want to talk about it. You’ve experienced some yourself and started writing them down a while ago - it’s been really helpful.

After a while you also started writing down your dirty dreams, in a few pages at the back, where no one would look if they ever got ahold of your notebook.

You could take your dream-book with you to show Peter one day - not the wet dreams - but if he saw how you wrote down your bad dreams, maybe he’d recognise that it could be useful too.

For now, you open it, to write down your dream, to get rid of those horny thoughts about your innocent best friend.

The next time you’re at Peter’s place, you notice a little notebook wedged into the gap between his bed and the wall while he’s getting you two something to drink.

You take it out but can’t see what it is. A diary? You probably shouldn’t be reading it no matter what it is. But your curiosity gets the best of you.

On the first page, you see Peter’s followed your advice. Framed in a sloppily drawn cloud, it says “Dreams”.

You know it’s wrong to go past the first page, but your fingers aren’t listening to your brain. He’s written down a single dream, the pages past it are all empty and you can see your name pop up multiple times in the few paragraphs.

You’re intrigued now, you can’t help but skim through the lines and you get excited when you find out what it’s about.

So Peter’s been having wet dreams about you.. Could that mean he likes you just the way you like him, or are they really just dreams? Something he can’t help, and that’s why he was so irritated that morning, because he couldn’t ever willingly think about you that way?

You throw the notebook under the blanket when you hear Peter getting closer to his room, trying to act normal when he passes you your drink.

“You remember that dream you had and I told you to write it down?”

Peter nods.

“Well I don‘t know if you ended up writing it down,” you lie, “but I just wanted to show you some of my dreams, or give you some to read if you want, so you see that it‘s not weird to write down your dreams and that it can be quite helpful.”

You pass him your notebook that you brought with you to show him and he thanks you with a smile, “Don‘t go to the back, those are my sex dreams, very recent ones,” you tell him and he tenses up.

You’re not sure if you’re being too obvious, “I‘ll go to the bathroom while you can read some of my dreams, I trust you. I know they‘re safe with you,” you wink and leave the room, hoping Peter takes the hint and reads some of your dreams at the back.

If he finds out you dream about him like that too, he might find the courage to tell you he likes you - if he even likes you, which you really hope he does, otherwise you’ve gotten yourself into something very awkward.

You wink at Peter before you leave the room and he’s not sure if he really knows what you’re implying. Do you want him to read your sex dreams? Or was it just a friendly wink and you still think he had a nightmare and just want to help him.

Whatever you want him to do, Peter’s curious. He dares to take just a quick look into the forbidden pages.

His heart beats faster when he reads the word “licked”. He really just feels like he’s invading your privacy now. Just as he’s about to go to the pages at the front, he sees his name next to the verb. Now it’s a positive rush again.

He doesn’t know how long you’re going to take so he just skims through some of the dreams. His name over and over, words like “kissed” “licked” “sucked” and various body parts- Peter gets the picture.

He hears you open the bathroom door and he nearly drops the book as he fumbles with the pages, pretending to read one of the non-sexual dreams.

You plop down next to him to check what pages he’s reading.

“That, that was helpful. Thanks,” Peter gives the book back to you, trying not to make it obvious he knows that you dreamt about him.

You both drop the subject of dreams for the next hours. It’s not until you mention the film you watched when you slept at Peter’s last week, that he remembers the date at the top of the page of your latest wet dream - it was the day you slept at his.

“Isn’t it crazy that we had a sex dream at the same time while lying next to each other… about each other,” Peter says before realising he’s exposing himself.

His eyes go wide but you smirk, “Oh, so you caught the bait?”

The gears in his head click and he’s relieved, “I wasn’t sure if it was one or if i was being a total asshole and invading your privacy by reading the dreams you told me not to.”

“No, I wanted you to read them… cause I kinda invaded your privacy first,” you pull out Peter’s notebook from under the blanket, “I found this and.. I read what you wrote. So yeah.. you said it- we both had a wet dream about each other.. while sleeping next to each other,” your voice quietens, less confident than before, because, what does this mean?

Peter interrupts the silence between you, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t just randomly have dreams like that about people that I just see as a friend.”

“Me neither,” you whisper. You look down at his lips and he leans in, only a breath away from you.

“I’ve liked you for so fucking long,” he says. You move even closer to him, lips nearly touching, “Me too.”

Peter pulls your whole body against his, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is filled with so much hunger, you can feel how long he’s wanted you.

You wrap your arms around him and don’t plan on letting him go any time soon. Peter’s hands are on your face, your neck, your waist and after a while they start wandering down to your ass, stopping the kissing to see your reaction, but you pull him back in immediately.

The next time one of you interrupts the kissing is at least a few minutes later.

“I know we just kissed ten minutes ago, but I‘m really horny and we‘ve known each other for so long that I really trust you. So would you like to.. y‘know?” you raise your brows and smile.

His eyes are as wide as you’ve ever seen, “Have… sex?”

You nod with a wide grin and he smiles even wider than you, starting to ramble, “Yeah- yeah, I’d love to. But only if you’re okay with it?”

“Okay with it? I’ve been waiting for this for so lonf.”

“Of course- how- how do I help you enjoy it?”

“Just uh... rub my clit a little- but I can do that myself too.”

“No- no let me. I want to.”

You get rid of your clothes quickly and Peter’s still occupied with his belt while you sit still, waiting for him. You’re admiring him when he notices you’re naked already.

He drops his hands to his side and just stares, stares as if he’s looking at a sky full of bright stars.

You giggle and push your chest out a little more, for good measure. He’s still speechless a few seconds later and you pull him toward you, “C’mere and kiss me.”

He stops midway, cupping your face and smiling, finally getting some words out, “I can’t believe I have such a beautiful-” his words stop again, mouth staying open mid-sentence.

“Girlfriend,” you finish for him, his lips moving into a smile, “Thanks. I can’t believe how handsome my boyfriend is,” he blushes at that, “I also can’t believe that you’re not naked yet.”

“Oh-” Peter rips his pants and boxers down in one go and finally starts kissing you again, wrapping your thighs around his waist.

“Get inside of me, Peter, I need you.”

He lifts himself off of you a bit, “I wanna give you a little head start first. I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last.”

Peter’s blushing and shy - afraid that he won’t be able to make you feel good. But you’re already so wet from all the kissing. It’s even sexier that he’s so considerate about making you cum first, making you cum at all.

You relax into his touch, into him rubbing circles on your pussy. You stop him just as you’re about to cum. “I want to cum when you’re inside of me,” you say.

Peter licks his lips and positions himself between your thighs. He rubs his cock against your clit a few more times, his eyes shutting as soon as he gently slides into you.

You moan when he’s fully inside of you, and Peter can barely contain himself either.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbles, face hidden in your neck.

“You feel so good,” you kiss the side of his face. His hand is on your clit, but he’s too focussed on not cumming himself that you replace his fingers with yours.

“I wanna make you feel good-”

“It’s okay, baby, I can take care of myself. I want you to cum for me,” you say, feeling yourself close to the edge.

He pulls his hips back and goes in all the way one more time and then spills into you with a groan, your own high flowing through your body as you rub at your clit.

You’re both out of breath by the time you’ve come down from your highs, Peter telling you how beautiful you are and you can only give the compliment back.

He gives you a chaste kiss, getting up to bring you a cloth to clean up with before you go pee.

You decide to take a shower together but in the end there’s more kissing than showering.

You can’t keep your hands to each other, even after hours of intimacy, when you plan on sleeping that night.

“I’m so happy that we’re finally together. I know we just had mindblowing sex and this all came together because of a wet dream - or multiple of those, but I want you to know that the most important thing to me is that you can always come to me. It was like that when we were friends too but obviously we weren’t close enough to confess that we like each other- so just know you can tell me anything. And I mean anything,” Peter says, stroking your back as you lie next to him on your stomach.

“I know that, baby. The same goes for you,” you exchange the last kiss for this night, but still stay close as ever. Finally living out your true feelings, and it feels damn good to sleep wrapped in Peter’s arms, and not just next to him.

#gotta love this fic 😌#peteyrecs #why the fuck hasnt this got more ... commentary???

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darlingspidey · 2 years

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aria 😭😭😭😭😭 aria How 😭😭😭 the awkwardness is just so funny yet so on-brand it's so zbsjsjnsnsnzns lmao bc this is my favorite line—

VSUSHSB stop pls 😭

the way he can't say boobs too as confidently as he should be 😩 so cute so so cute

i just reeeeally want him to hold my boobs now that would be so amazing like fuuuuuvk wow 😭 the urge is real i'm not even gonna mess w you

by the way this is also my fave line

it's like... YEA? WHY WOULDNT I BE

Girl my boobs been so heavy lately i need peter to hold em up for me real quick 🤧 you know like the tik toks where the husbands hold up their wife’s pregnant belly lmfao.

Could you write something like that 🥲

lmao it’s been a looong time since i’ve written a request and a long time since you sent this aosusjsj i’m sorry. wasn’t sure if i should post this or not but i wrote it and u requested it so why not?

i think we can all agree that all/any boobs are great but this fic is about your boobs being too heavy so ehausskshsh of course everyone is welcome to read but i.. the reader has big(ger) boobs. that’s what the fic is about.

warnings: you know me- awkward moments, suggestive (+ actually quite explicit) at the end, peter thinking he’s messed it up and crying for half a second

🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

“Ugh,” you sigh, dropping onto your bed, catching Peter’s attention.

“What is it?” He asks, humming as he sinks into your bed next to you, into the mattress he loves so much that you think sometimes he just comes over to lie on your bed, “Your bed is so comfortable so it’s probably not that. But what’s wrong?”

“It’s my boobs,” you say.

“What... what is your b-boobs?”

“They’re too heavy,” you whine. Peter’s eyes are wide and he sits up from your mattress.

“W- like. Why… I mean. What’s wrong? Is that normal?” He asks, not looking at you but you can see the blush spreading all over his face up to his ears.

“Well it’s just a weight on my chest. My back is killing me,” you groan.

“I- I mean I can hold them u-up for you,” he stutters, eyes widening and going back to normal, unsure if he should regret his words or not.

You giggle and see him relax when you don’t take his suggestion the wrong way, “You’re so cute,” you say.

“No really,” he moves closer, “I saw a video of a guy holding up his pregnant wife’s belly up and she was so relieved.” He’s eager, waving his hands about while he explains.

“They’re heavy but not as heavy as a baby in someone’s belly...” you trail off. You look at him and see that he’s being serious. And while you’re sure he wouldn’t mind touching you like that, you can see he genuinely wants to help.

“Okay but don’t make it weird,” you say quickly before turning around and sitting between his legs, your back against his chest.

“Oh I—“ he sounds surprised, “y-yeah okay. I won’t.”

You hear him take a deep, shaky breath and his hands go underneath the hem of your shirt, sliding upwards.

“Over my clothes, Pete.”

He immediately pulls his hands away and he curses under his breath. You think it’s cute how nervous he is— so cute that you nearly forget about your own heart beating furiously.

“Of course, sorry uh.”

You hear the insecurity in his voice and turn around to face him, “Hey, wait. Calm down, okay? It’s not a big deal. But you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to—“

“No, no I want to. Trust me.... Wanna help you if you’re in pain.”

You lean against his chest and he lifts his arms up around you. His hands stay in the air for a second and then they slowly move towards your chest. Your heart races when he touches you, a little awkwardly at first,

“Oh you’re not- not uh-“

“What?”

“Not wearing a-a bra.”

“Yeah that’s why they’re hurting,” you say, “they’re not being supported.”

“Oh okay.”

Then you start wondering, why don’t you just put on a bra? Is Peter thinking the same thing? Does he think you’re being ridiculous—

“Um I don’t think this is helping,” you say, embarrassed.

He lets go immediately but your your chest immediately feels heavier again, making you lean back against him.

“No, no wait actually...”

His hands find your breasts again, carefully cupping them and lifting them as good as he can without being too rough. You sink into the feeling and into Peter, sighing unintentionally as a weight is literally lifted off your chest.

“F-feel better?” Peter squeaks.

“Mhm,” you hum.

“Okay then uh.. let me know when.. yeah.” You can feel his heartbeat against your back, and you’re sure he can feel yours below his hands too.

“Can you hold them a little longer?” You ask, shyly. Having Peter so close feels good, and not just because of the pain relief in your body.

“Of course. They feel really nice,” you hear him say, and then his breathing quickens “um shit sorry I shouldn’t have—“

“It’s okay. You feel nice too,” you smile even though he can’t see it.

After a few seconds you realise how absurd this is. Your best friend is... holding your tits in his hands... essentially doing what a bra is supposed to..

You try to relax since he’s clearly enjoying it, but then you feel something.

“Pete… is that your dick that I can feel against my ass?” You blurt out without thinking.

His body tenses but his hands remain on your breasts, firmly holding them up.

You hear air escaping his mouth but he doesn’t say anything.

Still in his arms, you turn your head towards him with a smile, letting him know you’re not uncomfortable. He’s someone who gets embarrassed quickly but you’re simply amused.

Maybe a little turned on too. But you ignore that for now.

“Yeah. It’s really heavy maybe you could um.. hold it.”

You laugh loudly at his awkward joke and push yourself away from him by his chest, ignoring the weight added to your front now that his hands aren’t on you anymore.

Turning around to face him, you still sit close to him.

His hands rush to his front, trying to hide how hard he is. The thought of making him so aroused so easily makes you smile for a second.

You’re both silent but in his eyes you see something you’ve never seen before.

Your first instinct is to lean in and press a kiss to his lips, so that’s what you do.

His hands immediately find your waist, pulling you in, desperate already. But you don’t want this to be a purely sexual thing, so you force yourself to pull away before any misunderstanding can come up.

“Sorry. Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that,” you say, unsure how to tell him that you like him.

He lets out a short but loud breath that sounds a lot like disappointment.

You still haven’t found a way to put your feelings into words, all you can think of is how right kissing Peter felt.

But how will you ask if he was kissing you back because he likes you or if he’s just turned on from touching you like that? More importantly, what if his answer is the latter?

“No, I’m sorry,” he starts, “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you. I did want to help you with your pain but I- it was nice to touch you too, I know I shouldn’t… I-I. But you’re more to me than this,” he looks down at his lap, tears forming in his eyes, “I really really like you. But I don’t want this to affect our friendship, please—“

This time you grab his face to shut him up, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. His hands quickly find your face and you stay like that for a while, just kissing.

The intensity wears off and now it’s just slow kissing, appreciating each other, holding each other.

“I have no idea what you just said, all I heard was that you like me,” you bite your lip after you stop kissing, still remaining close.

“I don’t know either. I just felt bad because maybe helping you with your back pain wasn’t the only reason why I wanted to touch your boobs…” he glances away shyly.

“I know that, Pete. I know what touching them is like, I’d enjoy it too.”

He smiles, letting out a huff of relief, “But I also really like you. And not just because you have really nice b-boobs.”

“Really? You were touching them a second ago and now you can’t even say the word?” you tease, “I was gonna help you out with that, but I feel like you’d pass out from that if you can’t even say the word boobs,” you glance at his lap, his grey sweatpants straining from how hard he is underneath.

From how hard he is for you.

“I-I can say it. You have nice boobs. Really nice—“ he says quickly, then he notices how you’re still looking at his dick, “My eyes are up here,” he jokes.

You look at him and smile. Leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his neck you say, “I like you too. A lot. I really liked being in your arms. And I really liked kissing you. And I’d really like to help you out right now.”

You don’t have to say anything for him to know you’re talking about how hard he is. You’d give everything to feel him in your mouth right now, but you have a feeling it might kill Peter if that’s the first time you’re doing something like that together.

For the time being, you decide to lift yourself into his lap to get him used to feeling you close.

You look into each others eyes and laugh a little at how absurdly this situation started. Nevertheless, you’re happy you could finally confess.

You smile into the kiss as you begin to make out, and you can’t wait to see where it takes you.

#im just 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#peteyrecs #<3333333

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