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selfcarecap · 2 years

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Hotel [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!reader

summary: You and Peter spend the night at a hotel after a mission. When you can’t sleep, you decide to tire yourself out, not knowing that Peter’s wide awake too, listening, and he wants nothing more than to join in.

warnings: smut (masturbation (f + m), oral (f + m), reader masturbates w peter in the room without his consent but he likes it so (but don’t be like her irl), don’t think there is anything else??

word count: 3.4k (omg i just spontaneously added 1k in the last hour lmfao)

had to write this before i could write anything else, my brain just wouldn’t let me lol

Peter watches you drop to the bed with a sigh, cuddling into the sheets as soon as you land on the mattress.

You’re exhausted from the mission you two just completed.

Peter was thrilled when you were told it was just the two of you, and doing the mission together brought you even closer than he was hoping.

He's had a crush on you since he’s known you but he’s always been hesitant in talking to you; in his eyes you’re too cool for him so he never thought you’d be interested in being friends with him. But now, after inevitably spending weeks together while working on the mission, he would say, without a doubt, that you two are friends.

He can still get shy around you, but that is more his own insecurity than how you treat him. Yes, he still thinks you’re too cool for him. But as long as you haven’t realised that, he loves being with you. But while being your friend is more than he could have ever asked for, he still wishes that one day you’re going to be more than that.

He also secretly hoped that there was only going to be one bed in your hotel room. You’d end up sharing it, wake up in each other’s arms and you’d realise you’re in love with Peter.

And indeed, there is only one bed.

Only one single bed. And a sofa.

So of course, out of politeness, Peter took the sofa without hesitation.

And now he’s lying on it, and he wants nothing more than to sleep, but he just can’t keep his eyes shut. No matter how hard he fought on that mission only a few hours ago, his mind is racing with thoughts of you and your relationship to Peter so his physical exhaustion means nothing.

He’s wide awake.

No matter what he does, no matter what position he lies in and no matter how tired he is, he can’t fall asleep.

“Peter?”

He furrows his eyebrows when he hears you whisper his name. Maybe he’s dreaming after all.

You don’t say his name again, so maybe he really did imagine it.

But then he hears you shifting on the bed. Maybe you can’t sleep either. Were you about to invite him to a late-night cuddle session—okay, Peter be realistic—a late-night talking session that he’s been hoping for? Those late-night talks always strengthen a bond between two people and so far Peter hasn’t really had many conversations like that with y—

His heart skips a beat when he hears something wet. Something in your mouth.

Are you— no, he’s too dirty-minded. It can’t be.

Maybe you’re drinking something or eating a snack.

But why does Peter feel like he can’t move? You think he’s asleep right now and it would be better if it stayed like that, otherwise you might stop whatever you’re doing. If you’re even doing what he thinks you are.

He tries to get his mind out of the gutter, but everything he hears points to you doing one thing.

All he hears is wetness. More and more wetness. The clicking of your wrist from doing the same movement over and over again. Your breaths becoming more shallow, your heartbeat speeding up.

He keeps hearing more and more wet as your breathing becomes louder.

In the last minute, Peter has managed to turn towards you a few inches without making a sound and he can see how your legs are propped up.

He’s not imagining it; you’re masturbating. And you’re in the same room as Peter.

Peter is so hard that it hurts and he wants nothing more than to relieve that ache, but he’s not sure if he can do that noiselessly and the last thing he wants you to do is stop.

So he listens, painfully but happily, to you fucking your wet pussy. At some point you whimper and slap your hand over your mouth when you realise how loud it was. You don’t check if Peter heard though, too distracted by your orgasm that Peter can practically hear.

Your bed creaks and you slowly calm down, your underwear snapping against your skin, probably when you pull your hand out of it. The next thing Peter hears is more wet; you’re tasting yourself.

That’s it. Peter can’t take it anymore.

He sits up, “You need help cleaning up?” It’s weaker and quieter than he wanted it to sound, but he’s proud that he managed to say anything to you at all in this situation.

You don’t answer for a while and then you sit up too, whispering through the dark, “What?”

You probably thought he was asleep, he did make sure to seem like he was sleeping for the last five minutes.

“I asked if you need help cleaning up.” Now that he’s saying it a second time, it sounds less sexy than he thought but again, he’s glad he has the confidence to say anything remotely sexual to you.

“W-with what?”

“I couldn’t sleep either,” he tells you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to uh.. I thought you were sleeping.”

Peter knows you like confident men. You dated Steve at some point and you dated Sam for a while. You dated Captain America—both of them. They’re the fucking epitome of confidence and virility. Peter can’t fuck this up now because he’s too shy.

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m asking if I can uh eat you out.” Apart from the little stutter, that sounded okay.

You turn on your bedside lamp, possibly seeing the insecurity in Peter’s eyes now. He braces himself for the rejection, or maybe even a laugh from you at the thought that you’d actually go for Peter.

“You sure?” You ask simply, a smirk on your face. Peter nods and gets up, heart racing, watching you as you pull your panties down your legs and throw them across the room somewhere.

“Are you sure?” He asks absentmindedly, mesmerised by the sight of your glistening pussy.

You press your thighs together, obstructing Peter’s view of what’s between them, “Yeah. Are you sleepwalking right now or something?”

“No, I’ve just uh. Never done this before?” He’s unsure if he should tell you that.

“Never?”

He shakes his head and your smile widens, “This is going to be fun. Come here.” You pull him onto the bed and spread your thighs to make room for Peter.

He leans in and is met with the smell of your arousal. He breathes you in, already weak in the knees as he leans his forehead against the hair above your pussy, burying his face in you.

You smell like heaven.

You let him enjoy you for a few moments, watching him as he tastes you for the first time. He hums as soon as his tongue is on your pussy, overwhelmed by how wet you already are and at the same time wanting to drown in you.

Peter looks up at you and sees you distractedly biting your fingertip between your teeth. You sit up and push your finger into his mouth instead, then two, and he eagerly sucks them.

You bite your lip while you watch him for a while, and he takes your fingers as deep into his mouth as he can. “Mhmm, so good for me. C’mere,” you retract your hand and put it behind his neck to pull him close to you. You push your tongue into his mouth and it’s overpowering in the best way possible.

Peter waits a second to kiss you back, trying to properly make himself realise that he’s actually kissing you. He takes your face between his hands and you two kiss for what feels like hours, and they’re the best hours of Peter’s life.

When you pull away, Peter realises you were only kissing for a few seconds. You wipe the spit away from the side of your mouth and scoot back a bit, smiling before you lie down on your propped up pillows.

He has to take in your beautiful, grinning face - grinning because you kissed Peter, before he can focus on your pussy again.

You put a hand in Peter’s hair as you lazily smile down at him. You’re getting tired — Peter is too, it's late and the exhaustion seems to be finally getting to you two — so he can’t bore you now. He doesn’t want you falling asleep while he‘s supposed to be making a good first impression eating you out.

He swallows as he lies down between your legs, spreading your lips with his thumbs to see you clenching around nothing. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispers, slowly licking your pussy from the bottom to the top a few times.

He flattens his tongue against your skin as he hums at your taste, “You’re so fucking pretty.” He closes his eyes to further revel in the heaven that he’s currently in until he feels a slight tug at his hair.

He looks up to find your gaze on him, and you’re smiling.

“What?” He asks, “Am I- am I doing something wrong?”

You shake your head, lightly scratching Peter’s scalp — that’s all you could do for the rest of Peter’s life and he’d be happy. “Not at all, I just don’t think anyone I’ve ever been with has been that in love with my pussy.”

He looks down as he strokes your inner thigh with his thumb, “Is uh… is that a bad thing?”

“No,” you say, “It’s the best thing. Stop worrying and make me cum now.” It sounds like an order at first but Peter sees your soft smile as you close your eyes and lie your head back, trusting Peter to make you feel good. And you know he wants this just as much as you.

He smiles, getting another look at your pussy before he starts; he’s imagined this so many times.

Peter starts by kissing you right on your clit a few times, he sees it as foreplay before he dives in with his tongue but somehow he just keeps doing it.

It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, adding his tongue and sucking your clit a few times, your tiny moans turning him on as he starts grinding against the mattress. You’ve pulled your shirt up over your chest, cupping one of your tits and rubbing your nipple with a wet fingertip.

Peter enjoys every second as he drinks from your pussy, making out with it. Your juices and Peter’s spit are everywhere and he instinctively starts to move faster when he notices your body tensing up more and more.

“Fuck Peter I’m gonna–”

It’s addicting how you cum on Peter’s face, one of your hands in his hair, pulling his head to wherever you need it most as you push his face between your thighs, rubbing his tongue against your clit until you’re finished and the wet sound it creates is obscene.

You let go of his hair and your body goes slack as your breathing evens out again. “No way you haven’t done that before,” you lift your head to smile at him and pull your shirt back down your torso.

He smiles at you, not commenting but taking the compliment.

You keep eye contact for a few seconds and sit up. He thinks you’re about to kiss him again but you look away at the last second, “Peter, I’m way too tired to return the favour but that felt really good.”

“Oh, no it’s okay. Don’t worry.”

“Okay.. Goodnight,” you kiss his cheek after all, lying back down and two seconds later you seem to be out like a light.

He’s kind of glad that you don’t return the favour. He’s so close to an orgasm already after eating you out that he’d cum really fast and he doesn’t want you thinking he can only last two seconds. And, if there is anything after tonight, he wants his first time with you where he gets involved too to be more special – not with you two half asleep. Not that he‘s complaining about what just happened, he never would, not in a million years.

He goes to the bathroom to take care of himself, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock as soon he closes the door and leans his back against it. He closes his eyes and thinks back to the image of your pussy that he memorised perfectly; he jerks off to the mental picture of how your face looked when Peter made you cum.

He clenches his jaw to stop himself from moaning when he gets close, precum all over his fingers. He cums into the palm of his hand and cleans up quickly, tired by now.

You’re lying on the edge of your bed and he wonders if you left room for him on purpose. He couldn’t take you rejecting him now but something tells him to try; you’re not breathing deeply enough to be completely gone yet.

Peter slowly lowers himself onto your mattress as not to scare you, ready to get off if you push him away or show no reaction because you’re too fast asleep to notice him.

You reach for Peter’s wrist immediately, pulling his arm over yourself, scooting over so his chest is flush against your back. You make a little noise of contentment once you’ve completely snuggled up to Peter.

He falls asleep with a big smile on his face.

You both sleep in until you get up to go shower and Peter gets a call that you’ll both be picked up to go home soon. He nearly forgot about this trip and that him going down on you wasn’t the most important part of it – well, at least objectively it wasn‘t.

He stretches after he sits up and begins packing the few items he had with him on the mission. He freezes when he sees your panties on the sofa; you must have thrown them there last night.

He picks them up and brings them to his face out of instinct, trying to relive last night. The smell of your arousal is still on your underwear and he greedily inhales it, cock already stirring in his pants. He shoves the material into his pocket when he hears you coming out of the bathroom.

You just have a towel around you that drop without second thought when you stand in front of the bed, gathering your clothes. Peter gulps; your bedside lamp wasn’t the brightest last night and you’ve certainly never changed in front of him before.

Does that mean it’s not a one time thing? You didn’t say much to him in the morning but you didn’t ask him to get off of you either - he held you in his arms the entire night.

You lean over the bed, touching all over it as you look for something. “Have you seen my underwear? I don’t know where I threw it last night.”

Peter shakes his head with his lips pressed together.

“It’s not like I could have worn it again anyway, but I didn’t bring another pair,” you pick your towel up again, loosely wrapping it around yourself.

You check your phone and turn towards Peter, “Actually.. we still have twenty minutes,” you let go of your towel again and Peter watches it pool at your feet. He takes in your whole body, and hears you say “So, about last night.. Can I return the favour now?”

You say it with a smile plastered on your face that lets Peter know he’s not the only one who feels the sexual attraction. By the time you walk over to him, Peter watching your tits bounce with every step, he’s completely hard and he hasn‘t stopped nodding at your question, squeaking out a yes.

You pull down his shorts and get on your knees between Peter’s legs.

“Then sit back and relax.”

You lick your lips as your eyes go over Peter’s hard dick. Your eyes are excited as you look up at him, making Peter’s heart skip a beat.

“Here,” you order as you hold your opened palm in front of Peter’s mouth and he leans forward, not sure what you want from him.

“Spit?” He asks, and you nod with a smile so he spits into your hand. You use it to coat his entire dick, and you start to jerk him off, slowly. You smirk at him, watching him squirm as you tease him.

You lower your head, tongue sticking out, only an inch or two away from Peter’s dick, “Wait,” you stop. Peter nearly whines but manages to stop himself. Your facial expression has changed into something indecipherable.

“Peter, I.. I really like you. After spending so much time together, you really mean a lot to me and I don’t want to do this if it’s just a one time thing to you.”

Peter can’t believe what he’s hearing. He’s distracted at first because your hand is still wrapped around him but you drop your hand to rest on your thigh when you see his eyes going down to his lap.

He doesn’t know how he even manages to talk with so much joy filling up his entire body, but somehow it works, “I don’t want it to be a one time thing either. I’ve liked you since I’ve known you,” he tells you, a smile taking over his whole face.

Your grin is as wide as his as you sit up and pull him closer to you by his shirt, kissing him as he lifts you onto his lap. You kiss until you’re out of breath, not wanting to let go of each other.

“We need to make you cum before they pick us up, but we can make out all you want after,” you climb off his lap and sit back between his legs. “Okay,” he breathes, not sure if having your mouth on his lips or on his dick is going to feel better. He probably loves both.

Neither of you has stopped smiling and Peter can’t look at you for too long, the happiness is too intense to believe, it’s making his cheeks hurt.

He holds one of your hands, both of you smiling like crazy, and you take him into your mouth, warm and wet pleasure enveloping him. He licks your palm this time as you hold it in front of his mouth, using your hand to focus on his balls.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Peter whispers as you maintain eye contact while his cock disappears in your mouth, your tongue on his sensitive vein, and it makes Peter moan louder than he expected.

You hum against his skin, lips wrapped around the head of his cock, wet and sensitive. Your hand speeds up around the length of him as your lips stay spread around the tip, taking only a bit of him, but it’s more than enough to make pleasure bubble up in his whole body.

“Oh my god, I need to, fuck I’m gonna–” he tries to warn you but you want him to cum in your mouth, jerking him off so his cum lands on your tongue, white splatters of him coating it and he moans at the mere sight of it as his orgasm pulses through him.

You swallow and take him into your mouth once more to make sure you get every last drop of him, and he can’t believe the’s going to be experiencing this regularly from now on, not to mention how he can repeat what he did last night, over and over and over.

But what he’s even more excited about is that he gets to kiss you, hold you close, and know that you like him the same way he likes you. You pull his shorts back up and he lifts you immediately, peppering your face with kisses, your wonderful laugh blessing his ears.

When he tries to put his feelings into words though, it’s not as easy as he feels it in his heart, “I’m so… I…” he sighs; he was able to tell you how much he likes you only a few minutes ago and he doesn’t intend to leave it at that.

“It’s okay,” you put a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes as if he’s the only thing that matters, “Me too.”

Peter’s phone rings with a call telling him that you can go outside now to be taken back home.

Before you get up, you share a look that says more than words can. You can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two, simply happy that you get to be with each other.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #they at the hotel motel holiday innn #and also why you over there looking at me? (…) let‘s take it to the hotelllll #peter parker x y/n #peter parker #peter parker friends to lovers #i literally forget how tags work every time I post a fic... what else can I tag this as lmao #(also why does the summary lowkey sounds creepy jhsjskj)

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dreamsy990 · 2 years

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okay, quick, Headcanon time!

Among the deltarune cast, who listens to what bands? Go!

ok hear me out i dont listen to specific bands and you can really probably tell a lot about my taste in music by this but ill try my best lol

kris likes lemon demon. their favorite song is probably touch tone telephone and i like to think that when they met spamton they were just like ‘ah shit touch tone telephone vibes’ lmao. not much more to it theyre a simple kid they hear lemon demon they happy

noelle gives me the vibes of the one person in the friend group who listens to music just. for fun. on its own. like not while doing something else she just sits there and listens like a maniac. she says she doesnt have a favorite artist or band but her whole spotify liked songs list full of paramore songs says otherwise. shes also probably partial to cavetown. probably also has a playlist just called ‘susie <3′ filled with the most wholesome sappy love songs youve ever heard. like pull out ‘something entirely new’ and ‘despair’ for this playlist because she is dying on the floor crying in the club w/ this one

if you ask susie she’ll say she listens to penelope scott which is. true. she probably says her favorite song is cigarette ahegao but its actually hammerhead

berdly likes lemon demon also but his favorite is cabinet man and kris and him will get into a fist fight over which is better one day just you wait. he also likes really shitty boybands and kris is the only one who knows and its very good blackmail material. his favorite song is bye bye bye but he is in denial. i think he listens to game osts in public tho. especially persona because the music is just that good. but he can and will fight you if you dare say the correct opinion that the persona 5 the animation intro is a fucking banger because ‘its not in the same style as the game and is a disgrace to the game’s legacy’ shut the fuck up berdly

ralsei probably likes lilina flores. good vibes all around. rises the moon is a vvv nice song to him but he also maybe likes devil town. i also think he listens to the hamilton soundtrack on the side and he knows all the words to my shot and one day he’ll just sing the whole song in front of the fun gang and theyll be horrified by his sheer power

queen likes bo burnham no elaboration necessary

spamton also likes bo burnham but has exponentially worse taste and his favorite song is repeat stuff.

jevil doesnt have a favorite artist or band but he does think his spotify playlist is top tier despite it being a disjointed mess with no theme or vibe and one second youll be listening to lofi zelda music and the next youre hit with fucking bye bye bYE AGAIN WHY DOES THAT SONG KEEP COMING UP-

sweet cap’n cakes get into fist fights over music frequently because nobody there has good taste according to everyone else there but if you asked them what specifically the others listen to none could give you a straight answer

seam doesnt have a specific favorite artist and they to whatever they feel lie. although they have been humming passing through for the past week because damn that songs catchy so. yeah.

rouxls likes pretty much any musical and his current favorite is 36 questions but it changes every 8 minutes. my man really be singing ‘ONE THING, I CAMETH OUTETH HERE FOR ONE THING, AND THAT ITTY-ETH BITTY-ETH ONE THING WAS TO FORGETETH ABOUTETH YOUUUUUUUUUU’. thats not a joke he edits the lyrics to fit him better.

lancer likes splat noises

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