Characters: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: you and peter don’t fight often, but when you do- boy does it make for amazing sex.
Warnings: A bit of Angst, and Smuttttttt and shitty writing :/…. [rough sex, degrading kink, unprotected sex, oral, Jealous and stupid Peter and y/n, fingering, uhhh just sex…? I dunno, dm me if I missed something] (Lmao +18)
A/N: Wassup doods, so this is the first fic I’ve ever written on tumblr. It’s also my first smut so if you have any constructive comments, that would be greatly appreciated! Thanks! Also, Peter and the reader are aged up!
Fuming, you slam the car door shut as you storm your way inside the chaotic house that was flashing different colored lights and reeked of alcohol and sex, The music booming loudlly, causing your body to vibrate to the beat of the song. Behind you was an equally frustrated Peter, blood boiling and about to spill over. Now you two never fought, you guys had such a healthy relationship, always understanding and trusting, and incredibly loyal, your relationship with peter was the golden standard of a healthy and cute couple, but sometimes, rarely on occasion, you’d both get in heated arguments. During the 3 years you’ve dated Peter, you’ve only had 8 moments where the anger was too much and one of you had to take a walk for fresh air and come back to apologize and find a solution. Unfortunately for you two,this was one of them. you and Peter got in a fight, and it turned into a big deal.
Peter finally had a day off from the Internship, school work, and the decathlon team and all you wanted to do was to have your boyfriend right next to you, cuddling and spending time together, just catching up with each other. But Peter told you that he wanted to go out instead.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Parker?” you hissed
“What, I can’t go out once in a while?” Peter scoffed as he shoved his hands in his pocket.
“Of course you can, but does it have to be tonight?? Your timeing is fucking perfect Parker-”
“y/n, I’m litterally busy every fucking day- I just want to let loose once in a while! So are you coming or not?” Despite his harsh tone towards you, he was hoping you’d say yes. He hated leaving things on bad terms with you, you meant so much to him. You huffed and stormed to your room, leaving Peter with a short and harsh “Start the car, I’ll be down in a few.”. Peter could’ve sighed in relief, but the lump in his mouth lodged itself in Peter’s throat, he had a feeling this was going to be a long night. Peter headed to the car and started it like you asked, he waited in the car for at least 20 minutes before you finally finished and opened the car door.
“About damn time” Peter barely muttered under his breath, the second the words left his mouth he prayed you didn’t hear.
“Fuck you.” You huffed.
You heard him.
The car ride was silent and you arrived, so now you found yourself by the punch bowl, chugging down the heavily intoxicating drink in one go. You hoped that if you drank the night away, you can forget it even happened and just be back in your cosy bed.
Peter was frustrated with you. Why couldn’t you just understand that he wanted to relax a bit? He’s been working his ass off every day, trying to please Mr.Stark and be the friendly neighborhood’s spiderman, not to mention the school work that he would receive was daunting. He just wanted a break.
Peter has wanted to get a drink but his worry about your fight today ate away at his conscious that he couldn’t bring himself to even sip a drink. Peter kept his bit of distance from you but still lingered with a vigilant eye, he knew better than to cross you at this moment. Peter’s attention was suddenly away from you when he felt a tap on his shoulder to meet the eyes of none other than Gwen Stacy herself, The blond who was in cheer and basically ruled the school, every guy drooled over her, all except for Peter who only had eyes for you.
And that’s exactly why she wanted him. She liked a challenge.
“Hey Pete.” Gwen purred.
Peter Cringed at the tone, “Hey Gwen.”
“Where’s your girl? Did you finally dump her?” The blond slowly wrapped your venomous fingers around Peter’s bicep and squeezed. Peter felt disgusted, violated even. He harshly shrugged off her cold hand from his shoulder.
“No, Gwen. I haven’t and won’t be dumping her anytime soon , y/n is over there-” Peter’s sentence was interrupted when his eye’s settled on your small frame being caged against the wall by the infamous Brad Davis. Your body language screamed uncomfortable, you tried to gently push Brad away by gripping his biceps, but to Peter, it looked like you were flirting back with Brad.
Gwen grinned, “Oh dear. That can’t be good! I always knew y/n just a whore- I’d never do that to you Pete-” Peter couldn’t hear a thing Gwen said, his mind running with possessive chants.
Get your hands off of my girl. She’s mine to touch not yours.
“Get the fuck away from me Gwen. You disgust me.” Peter snarled and stormed over to you and Brad, leaving a shocked Gwen behind. Peter was seeing red, his fist shook lightly and as his eyes were dead set on the two of you. It was like his body was hyper aware of every little movement the two of you made, the way your grip on Brad tightened at one point, how close Brad’s body was pressed to yours, he could even smell the sweat and alcohol coming off of your bodies.
Peter took a powerful and quick stride to the two of you, no one dared to get in his way, so the crowd shifted to make space for Peter quickly. The closer he got, the more he could hear your conversation with the Jock.
“W-why don’t we just dance instead?” You were starting to get nervous, Brad wouldn’t get the hint that you weren’t interested in his dick, so you tried to convince him to dance so you could get him off your back moments later. Your tone only angered Peter even more, not only at you, but at the boy pinning you down. Your hands made more of an effort to push Brad off of you but Brad was so toned and fit that it was as useless as moving a boulder.
“Aw come on y/n. Peter doesn’t have to know. Just a quickie, eh? What do you say-”
“Hey Brad!” Brad spun around but before Brad could even blink, Peter swung his fist at him with such force that you’d think he broke some bone on his face. You let out a breath of relief.
“Oh Peter, Thank god-”
“We’re going home-” Peter growled and gripped your hand in his, and stormed out of the house while everyone stared with wide eyes at Brad lying on his side, hands gripping his face while he groaned in pain. Of course everyone is shocked, Sweet, kind, and funny Peter just knocked Brad Davis’s teeth out. Watching Peter absolutely knock a dude out with a single hit brought a warmth to your core and made a hot blush rise to your cheeks but you willed it away.
Now is not the time to get turned on y/n
Finally stepping in the car, Peter quickly began the drive to your apartment, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You kept stealing glances and let your eyes follow his angered features, The furrow of his brows, the flare of his nose, the clench of his Jaw. You couldn’t help but feel heat run through your body and tickle down your spine. A long silence was all that there was in the car, until Peter finally gruffed out his thoughts.
“So you wanna tell me what that was all about?” Peter’s lips pressed to a thin line waiting for your response.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, cocking your head lightly, you glanced at him. Peter saw your reaction and scoffed,
“Oh don’t play that fucking game with me y/n. Brad was all over you and you liked it.” Peter knew you didn’t like it. He knew better than to think you’d ever do that to him, but his mind was clouded with rage and his words spilled out without filter.
You were in disbelief “ How fucking dare you Parker! You cannot be serious right now!? You really though that I would be feeling up Brad Fucking Davis??!!”
“It fucking looked like it y/n!!”
“Oh right, so if I asked you about how Gwen Stacy was eye fucking you and squeezing your arm, that would be any different?!?!” You screeched.
“T-That was different.” Peter mumbled with his cheeks flushing red.
Y/n Just rolled her eyes, “Different my ass-”
“It was Different!” Peter protested, his anger sparking up yet again.
“God just fuck off Peter!! This was your fucking idea!! I didn’t want to come in the first place!”
“Oh of course you fuckin didn’t! You sure looked like you were having a horrible time!” Sarcasm dripped from the boys words.
“You know what! Maybe I did fucking enjoy it! Because at least someone was paying attention to me!” You couldn’t stop the words from slipping. Of course you hated it, but you wanted to hurt Peter, so you pulled anything out of your ass.
“So all of that was for attention??!!” Peter’s voice was gradually becoming louder and more enraged. A sudden stop of the car and you and Peter barely realized you both arrived at your apartment. Without another word and not sparing Peter a glance, you hopped out of Peter’s car, But Peter had more to say.
“Fuck! y/n! We’re still talking!” Peter was on your heels, eyes trained on your form.
“Fuck you Peter! Talk to yourself because I’m done talking to you! Or hey! Why don’t you talk to Gwen! I bet she’d give you a killer blowjob right after!” You walked at a brisk pace and finally made it to your apartment door, keys in hand and you fumbled with the keys before finally sliding them in and opening the door, attempting to slap the door in Peter’s face but Peter quickly caught the door and let himself in.You made your way to the kitchen before spinning around with your arms crossed and keeping a steady glare on Peter.
“Ok fine, you want to talk? Let’s talk.” You basically demanded.
“Ok great, now we’re getting somewhere.” Peter Grumbled, “Why were you mad in the first place, then?” Peter asked taking a step towards you.
“Maybe because I’ve been waiting for a long ass time to finally spend time with you and all you want to do is get away from me!” Your voice boomed across the apartment.
“We are spending time together!” Peter replied in the same tone.
“No we’re fucking not! We’re spending time with booze and god awful music! God, how selfish can you be?”
“Me Selfish? Stop fucking playing with me y/n.”
“Fuck you! You’re an asshole! I didn’t want to go to that shit Party!”
“Would you stop being a Brat?! I wanted to go for both of us because we’re both stressed!”
“I didn’t fucking want to go to the fucking party, peter! You didn’t even consider that maybe a party isn’t what I need?” your body was shaking in rage and the sight aroused Peter more than he’d like to admit. Your eyes were blown, to a stranger it would seem like you were about to raise hell, but Peter knew better, Peter knew your eyes were full of lust. It’s not like you were any better, watching his jaw clench and his lips press to a tight line, the veins on his neck had your area between your legs pooling.
“ I do almost everything for you,” Peter kept his voice to a low growl, “I take you to parties, I invite you places-”
“You don’t do shit for me Peter! It’s all you! You! You! You! You wanted to go to the party! Ever ask me what I want to do??”
“You’re so stubborn! God!”
“Fuck you.” Your voice was low and threatening, and the sexual tension was just too much to dismiss it as anger.
“Oh I’m about to-” and you and Peter met halfway to harshly connect your lips, his tongue already licking your bottom lip asking for entrance, you willingly comply. A weak moan escapes your throat and Peter swallows it, his hands roam to your backside and squeezes your ass following with a harsh slap. A gasps escapes your lips and Peter take advantage to kiss your jaw and down to your collarbones, you tilt your head back as you slowly start to move your hips against Peter, causing a groan to sound against your skin.
Your head was spinning and you felt hot, your skin ached for Peter’s touch, no matter how hard you tugged on his clothes and gripped his skin- you felt insatiable. Peter tapped the back of your thighs and you jumped as Peter grabbed your bum for support, he placed you on the kitchen counter and started gripping your thighs and you lightly tugged on his hair. Peter’s lips were back on your jaw and he suckled the bit of skin until he found your sweet spot that caused you to moan.
“D-Don’t call me selfish when you’re the one acting like t-this” You nearly whimpered
“What can I say, Baby- you drive me absolutely crazy in the best way possible. I don’t think you realize how insatiable I am for you. .” He growled in your ear.
His words alone leave your panties absolutely soaked, and a lewd moan burts from your lungs.
His hands trails on your upper thigh and between your inner thighs. His thumb oh so teasingly brushing your folds through the thin fabric of your panties. Your juice instantly coating the pad of his thumb. Peter groans, his jeans becoming far too restricting now.
“God baby, look how wet you are. All of this for me? Or is it for Brad? Tell me who you’re soaking for baby.” Peter moved your panties to the side, exposing your wet fold to the cool air, sending a goosebumps through your body.
“I h-haven’t decided yet” You decided to play a risky game with Peter, seeing how much you could push his buttons. You could’ve sworn Peter’s eyes went darker than they already were, A loud snarl ripped from his throat as he lifted you up and briskly walked to your room. His lips met yours again with such vigor that you could’ve passed out from the sensation. Your mind was in a lustful haze and you wanted nothing more than for Peter to use you all night as he pleased.
Peter roughly placed you on your bed, tearing his shirt off and giving you a bit time to peel your dress off, Peter hovered over you, nipping at your collarbone and the top of your breast that peaked out from your bra. Your breathing was heavy and fast.
“Might want to take that back, princess. Or I’m gonna have to decide for you.” Peter murmured into your skin as he palmed your perky tits through the material.
“H-how are you going to do that?” You sounded like a wounded animal, but you were anything but wounded.
The second the phrase left your lips, Peter ripped your bra off, Your gasp resonating through the room, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Peter!” Your eyes were wide and your jaw was slacked
Peter chuckled “You’ll be deciding by whose name you’ll be screaming tonight. I’ll be fucking you so hard, you’ll forget all about Brad.” You whined as his words made your body temperature increase, your hips frantically bucking up to get friction against Peter, but Peter held your hips down. “ Oh you like that baby? You like hearing what I’ll do to you? How I’ll pound you into the mattress and hear you scream until the whole city knows who you belong to. Brad only wishes to have you aching for him like I have you aching for me right now.”
This was taking too long, you needed him to touch you.
“What is it, baby- use your words” Peter knew damn well what he was doing to you, and he loved every second of it.
You could barely reply, your breathing was heavy as you squirmed, “f-fuck, touch me Pete- God-” Your hands roamed to the nape of peters head and tugged on his hair.
“Fuck-” Peter hissed before leaning down and nibbling your ear lobe and whispering, “Beg for it, slut” that seemed to be your turning point because you suddenly had the urge to not be a brat anymore.
“Peter! Peter please! Do something! I- I… Fuck I need you right now!” You mewled.
“Who am I to deny my pretty girl.” Peter smirked.
You felt your panties being pulled off of you and two of Peter’s fingers sliding through your slick before plunging in with force and making you roll your eyes back groaning with pleasure.
“Oh my god! Y-Yes! Yes, Peter! Right there!” Peter’s fingers were mercilessly pounding your pussy, bringing his mouth to your clit and sucking, nibbling and flicking the bud. You were close, you knew it, and so did peter. Your pussy clenched around his fingers and you felt your release teetering to the edge before your orgasm was ripped away from you. You mewled and squirmed, your eyes locked with Peter who only smirked as he quickly removed his member from his restricting jeans.
“Ah, fuck! Peter please!” Your fingers twitched to move to your clit and finish what your boyfriend started, but you feared the punishment you would receive if Peter saw you.
“It’s ok princess, I got you, I got you,” he pants heavily in your ear as he lines his member up with your clenching pussy, “you ready, baby?”
“Yes, god yes I’m so ready, baby-“ you were a mess, face flushed, your skin glistening from sweat and heat and your throat beginning to feel sore from your constant moans and whimpers.
Peter eased into your core, both moaning in unison, “oh fuck, y/n. Always so tight for me. God I love your pussy so much, always takes me so well.” Peter places both his hands beside your head and you raked your fingernails down his back, whimpering as his pace slowly started quickening.
“Oh y-yes Peter, f-fuck right there!” Peter started pushing against your sweet spot, and you were feeling yourself start to fall off the edge.
“Yeah, baby? Is that good, huh? You like it don’t you my little whore. Oh yeah, yeah you do baby.”
Peter somehow started thrusting fast and harder than thought possible.
“S-so deep! Oh god! Fuck yes!” You were wailing and you would’ve been embarrassed if it weren’t for the amazing dick you were getting at the moment. Your climax was close, so so close.
Peter knew you were, you were clenching around him so tight and in pulses. He was close too, “it’s ok baby, let go. I got you, princess. Let go for me.” Peter barely grazed your nun and you came hard. Peter groaned as he released inside of you, riding out both of your orgasms as he slowed down. He pulled out and watched as both your cum oozed out from your glistening cunt.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.” He panted, standing up to get a washcloth from the bathroom but not before placing a kiss on your knee, “I’ll be back to clean you up, gorgeous.”
You both were now in bed, still naked, but holding each other and just being in each others presence.
“I’m sorry I got mad, Pete.” You nearly whispered into his bare chest.
“Oh, god no- you have nothing to apologize for, you were right, we should’ve just stayed at home. My time with you is better than any party.” His groggy voice made his chest vibrate than only made you want to snuggle into him further.
“I’m still sorry though..” your finger was tracing patterns on his chest.
“Well I mean, I’m kinda glad we did go-“
“Wait let me explain. I mean like if we didn’t go then we wouldn’t have had the greatest sex of all time-“
Your palm lightly slapped his chest, “Peter.” You tisk and his chest vibrates again with a chuckle.
“I love you, baby” he placed a kiss on your head
“I love you too, Pete.”
Ngl Im really nervous to post this and I’m barely starting to write on this site so I’m VERY new to all of this. But I appreciate you reading- this deadass took me MONTHS to write and yeah, just and FYI I’m an extremely slow person and I procrastinate like a BITCH. But yeah.
Oh also, I dunno why, but Peters kind of rude in this one? Lol I’d just describe it as “grown up” cuz like our baby boy is cussing A LOT in this one :)
Let me know if you liked it!