Hi! I love your writing, can u do something with y/n being jealous of a girl (idk maybe gwen stacy?) cause she is being very “closer” to peter and then y/n gets angry with him for being so beautiful and hot so she flirt with other random boy and he is like: i only love u, and then he fuck$ she so hard to remember she that she only for him
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: unprotected classroom sex, fingering, edging, degrading, Dom Peter, swearing, etc
Summary: Filled with envy, you decide to rebel and flirt with someone in front of Peter.
Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader
All characters in this story are 18+.
The word jealousy was never in your vocabulary until Peter Parker came into your life.
You’ve been dating him for quite some time, the two of you growing close in an instant. The love you two shared was everlasting, and you were sure nothing could stand in between.
Except when the name Gwen Stacy pricked your ears.
Gwen and Peter met in advanced chemistry class and ever since, the two have been a little too close. You felt like twisting her neck whenever you saw the pair together.
You were sure you’d punch her in the face when you saw them together in the library during your free period.
Eavesdropping, you heard them conversing about stupid covalent bonds and dumb elements.
What the hell is so funny about chemistry? Why is Peter finding her so hilarious?
“I use chemistry puns, but only periodically.” Gwen spoke, getting a chuckle from Peter.
“Hm… I don’t trust atoms, they make up everything.”
They busted out laughing making your blood boil. You glared at them, hands balled into a fist.
You huffed, having enough of their banter. Your feet molded into the tile below as you made your way towards them.
“Hey, baby!” You expressed a slick smile on your face when you immediately caught a kiss onto Peter’s soft lips, practically attacking his mouth as you guys made out in front of Gwen. You prayed she felt uncomfortable, wanting her to know that you marked Peter as yours.
You finally left his lips, Peter’s face stained in rosy blush, his honeyed orbs all flustered.
“Oh- sorry Gwen, didn’t see you there.”
She glared at you, jaw clenched.
“Hey, Y/N. How are you?” You hated how innocent she tried to act, how the high tone of her voice hid how she actually felt.
“I’m great. You?”
“Never better.” She smiled at you as if you couldn’t see right through it.
You reciprocated one back, trying to relieve the underlying tension.
“Peter, baby… you're coming over today after school, right?”
Before Peter could answer, the spawn of Satan opened her gates of hell.
“Actually- Peter’s coming over to study with me. We have a test tomorrow for chemistry.”
Your eyes sharpened once you looked at her, it took Odin above to hold you back from throwing a library book at her stupid face.
“Isn’t that what you're doing right now? Studying for chemistry?” You pointed to the chemistry hardback on the table as if it wasn’t completely obvious.
“Yeah, but our test is very… intensive. Studying is required.”
“Well Gwen, if Peter needs to study, he can study with me.” You spoke strongly, wanting Gwen to know that your boyfriend was going home with you and you only.
Her eyes held acrimony as she played with her hands, glaring at you.
You put back on a smile, gazing at Peter.
“Petey, I'm having a hard time with my homework, could you help me out?” Your voice was craving, lashes batting at the still flustered, curly-haired boy below you.
“Uh… well- I was um… helping Gwen. I can help you when I’m done with her if you still want it?” He spoke as if he tried not to set the ticking time bomb inside you, but it was no use.
You held your composure as the explosive detonated within you, starting mass destruction. Your mind burst into flames, your veins flooding with black ash as your heart began to dissolve.
Yet, even as the structure within you fell, you still kept a smile on your fragile lips.
“That’s fine. I’ll see you in lunch.” You left him without your usual goodbye kiss, your steps leaving a trail of negativity behind.
Your stomach rumbled as you waited in line for lunch. You wondered where your boyfriend was, hoping that he wasn’t still with Satan.
Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
Turning, you were met with the pearly whites of Brad Davis.
“Hey, Y/N! Don’t mind if I stay with you? The line is long and I’m dying for some food.” His tone held much charm, his onyx orbs, and six-foot-tall stature making you feel obligated to let him slide in front of you.
You shot him a smile,
“Sure, Brad.” Slightly moving so he could squeeze in.
“Thank you so much, your too kind.” His eyes twinkled as he gazed at you. You wondered how he was able to be so persuasive with just the bat of an eyelash.
Suddenly, you spotted Peter walking through the cafeteria doors, making his way towards the line you were in.
Evil bit your mind, a devious plan unfolding between your teeth.
A delicate hand was placed on Brad’s firm bicep as your tantalizing orbs met his gaze.
“Anything for you, Brad. You know I can’t deny that pretty face of yours.” You stepped closer to him, teeth indenting between the corner of your bottom lip.
Slight shock bit Brad’s face once your flirtatious act imprinted on him, his head tilting as a slick grin stained his lips.
“My pretty face? Have you looked into the mirror lately, beautiful?” He managed to move closer to you, body’s practically about to mold into each other.
Before another word could slip your mouth, Peter appeared from the blue, rage splattered across his apple cheeks and dark chocolate eyes.
“Who the fuck are you calling beautiful, Brad? I know you are not talking about yourself.” Peter seethed, jaw clenching at the sight of you two together.
You backed away from Brad, stepping towards your infuriating boyfriend. You could feel the ire radiating off his soft skin, some sort of sadistic satisfaction forming within you.
“Sorry dude didn’t know you two were a thing.”
“You didn’t know? What, do I gotta tattoo my fucking name on her forehead for you to understand that she’s mine? Back the fuck off before I shove your face into the school lunch, asshole.” He forcefully grabbed your hand, pulling you from the line as you stumbled behind him.
This was one of the few times you’ve seen Peter blow up like that in public, especially when it involved you.
Although Peter was practically turning crimson with fury stained on his face, you loved seeing this possessive side of him, wanting him to announce to the entire city of New York that you were marked his, and his only.
As he dragged you towards Odin knows what, he spewed venom through his teeth along the way.
“You don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, huh? I gotta do it for you? Shit…”
“I was just-“
“I don’t wanna fucking hear it! I know what I saw and what I saw was you being a fucking slut to the entire cafeteria!”
“Don’t- don’t Peter me! What happened to my sweet, innocent, girl? You know I don’t like it when you act out like this, turning into a goddamn whore for someone else! The only person you're a whore for is me!” His steps molded into the concrete, harsh voice ricocheting off the walls throughout the hallway.
You wanted to defend yourself, but you knew he wouldn’t let you get another word out.
Finally, you arrived at the destination, an empty classroom that was reserved for the decathlon club.
Peter nearly busted through the wooden door, rushing you inside before slamming it shut, immediately webbing the handle.
You gulped, knowing where this was leading.
“Peter- what if someone sees or hears us? This is too-“
“If you can be a slut to everyone in the damn lunch line, you can most definitely be a slut here.”
He then suddenly picked you up, hands grasping your ass firmly as he moved swiftly, placing you onto a sturdy table.
“Naughty girls like you deserve a little punishment to keep them in line.” He tore off your skirt, revealing your soaked panties underneath.
Peter groaned, inhaling your sweet aroma.
“Who did this you? Was it Brad?” Fingers quickly hooked to the thin straps of your underwear, pealing them off.
“No! No- it was you. All you, baby.” He spread your legs, cock piercing through his jeans as your velvety folds stared at him.
“How can I trust I did all this to you? For all I know, it could’ve been any guy in the fucking line.” His thumb circled your throbbing, bundle of nerves, a yelp escaping your lips.
“Can’t- can’t you see how wet I am for you? Shove your fingers inside me, feel it yourself!” Your head tilted back as his movements increased, the swift motion on your clit frying your nerves.
He shot you a slick grin, knowing he was gonna do a lot more than just shove his fingers inside you.
His lips caught yours as his long digits dipped inside your slick folds, you groaned against him, deepening the kiss.
His hand wrapped around your neck while his fingers curled within you, immediately hitting that sweet spot of yours.
“I hope you ate something because you are mine for the entire lunch hour.” He pumped you smoothly with his fingers, nearly moaning when he took a peek at his drenched digits.
“Gosh! Pete- Peter! I’m close! Oh fucking- OH!” Your hand gripped onto the table below, toes curling as you were about to reach your end, but it was ceased when Peter’s thick fingers slipped out of you.
You gasped, missing the intense feeling.
“Only good girls get to come when they want to.” He stopped your expected cry with a tender kiss before his saturated fingers were shoved back inside you.
You whimpered against his gentle but harsh lips, wanting nothing more than to cum on them.
“Mm- Peter! I'm sorry! I’m really- I’m sorry. I won’t- I won’t do it again, I swear!” He already had you tripping on your words.
“Why’d you even do it in the first place, huh? Do you like seeing me pissed off? You want me to tease you like this, edge you in the middle of a classroom?”
You whined, head falling back once his fingers grazed your treasured spot.
You regretted ever pulling that wicked scheme on Peter, feeling embarrassed to admit that envy and spite was the leading cause of this entire situation.
“You- you and… you and Gwen! You spend so much fucking time with her, that you sometimes completely forget about me!”
His coffee orbs softened on you, his fingers escaping your clenched cunt, making you mewl.
“Me and Gwen? She’s just my friend, baby. What did you assume we were?” His entire demeanor shifted, a soft hand petting your cheek.
“I hate to admit that I’m jealous of you two… how you guys are so close. I despise her.” You couldn’t look him in the eye, head falling into his gentle hand.
“Oh, Angel… I didn’t know you disliked her. You should’ve told me, I would’ve done something about it.” His thumb sweetly brushed against your face, his other hand caressing your backside.
“I’m sorry… I should’ve. Instead, I flirted with Brad to make you jealous out of spite. I’m truly sorry, Petey. Forgive me.” Your glossy orbs marked his, Peter’s lips turning into a line.
“I forgive you, I do. Gosh, baby, next time just let me know if you ever feel uncomfortable with any situation that arises, we’ll fix it together. I love you.”
You gave him a small smile,
“I love you, too.”
The sentence is secured with a tender kiss, tongues dancing, lips making sweet, rhythmic love.
“Now, lemme show you how much I love you so everyone, even Brad, knows your mine.”
You exhaled, hoping the walls were thick enough to cloud the impending moans coming soon.
“PETER!” His candied syllables echoed throughout the classroom, firm slaps, rubs, and squeaking of the table below you adding to the erotic symphonies.
“Shit, princess! Fuck, you feel so good!” Peter’s head fell back as he thrust harshly inside your tight folds, his eyes rolling back to how easily you wrapped around his thick cock.
His mind started to get lost in the insane pleasures you offered him, babbles starting to escape through his teeth.
Your legs bound around him, pulling him closer, deeper, within you.
“Mm… my good girl, oh my fucking Angel! Know your mine, baby… all fucking mine. Nobody else can ever have you.” He leaned forward, your harmonious moans slipping into his ears before he silenced them with an everlasting kiss, sealing you off.
Peter could never get enough of how you sound whenever he’s inside you, how your pretty little mouth releases the sweetest of mumbles and whimpers to keep him going for hours. You were irresistible.
Your hands moved to his shoulders as he sped up his pounds. You wondered what would snap first, your thighs, or the squeaky table below.
“Peter! Oh- fucking gosh- Petey!”
His shaky hand moved to your swollen clit, rubbing quickly.
“Cum- cum on my cock baby. Let me feel you.” He moaned in your ear before kissing your sweet spot just below your earlobe.
You started to crumble below him, moans turning into cries and babbles. Your incoherent sounds informing Peter that the coil within you was about to burst.
“Pet- Peter! I- oh!” You couldn’t even finish your sentences.
“What is it? Use your words.”
You cried, knowing you were too mind-fucked to even speak.
“Don’t go all cock-drunk on me now, beautiful. What is it?”
You groaned, head nearly slamming into the table below as your walls clenched forcefully around Peter, your orgasm hitting you with a rippling surge of pleasure.
Your back arched, hold tightened, lips open as you let out deep cries, not a single care in the world as your entire body shook vigorously to the rhythms of your high.
Your state was enough to make Peter come, hot-white strands painting your aching insides, whines, and babbles leaving his throat as he came undone.
When the high ended, he softly fell onto you, smoothly slipping out as heavy breathing filled the classroom.
Exhaustion washed over you as you held onto Peter’s shaky body, mind about to pass out.
He placed a loving kiss onto your sweat-stained forehead, making his way to your nose, and then your soft lips.
“I love you more than everything, baby. Nothing could ever come between us, know that.” His toffee orbs sparkled, a sweet smile on his delicate lips.
“I love-“ suddenly, the table below you collapsed, the legs giving out after you and Peter abused what was left of its stability.
Peter immediately picked you up, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t go crashing along too.
“Holy shit!” He backed away, placing you gently next to him as you two gazed at the broken wood.
“Fuck… you think anyone heard-“
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”
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