Peter Parker | Oneshots

Short Blurb (A.G) PT 1

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"Can you do a short blurb about Andrew Garfield Spiderman × reader doing it on the kitchen counter after putting kids to bed but then gets interrupted by one of them waking up pleaseeee"

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Warnings: SMUT18+, strong/explicit language, oral sex, unprotected sex, filth and fluff

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You heard Peter whisper goodnight to your girls as he quietly shut the door. "Did they go down easy for you, Pete?" You ask as he enters the kitchen. He nods, "Yeah, they fell right to sleep after one book tonight."

You raise your eyebrows, "One book, huh? Calls for a celebration." Peter tilts his head with an idea, but you're too busy gathering the dishes from the dinner table to notice.

You and Peter haven't had as much alone time since the twins were born. You have tried, but you were only successful a handful of times.

"Can yo-" you turn around to find yourself alone,
"Oh, okay." You mumble lowly, "Nevermind."

You spin back around and rest your elbow on the
edge of the sink, watching the bubbles form from the dish soap you poured in.

You let out a sigh and stand up, only to be met by arms wrapping around your waist. You drag your hands along his arms, biting your lip at the very familiar texture of the well known, red and blue suit.

He knows his Spider-Man suit is a major turn on for you, and the fact that he really hasn't worn it in a few months and surprised you with it, only makes it hotter.

"Dishes can wait, sweetheart." Peter mumbles lowly into your ear, "You're right. We do need to
celebrate."

He spins you around and looks down at you. "You are such a good mama to our babies."

You smile and look down with a shrug, "I try." He tilts your chin up with his finger, "You are amazing." He meets his lips with yours, slowly moving them into a steady make out with yours.

He picks you up and sets you down on the island
behind him, making his way back your jaw line, "It's the suit.. isn't it?" You nod and run your hands down his chest, "Fuck yes."

You let out a quiet moan as he sucks a spot into your neck.

"I can smell how hot it makes you, baby.. Fuck."

You run your hands through his fluffed up hair,
"Peter.. Please." you beg clawing at the suit. He
pushes your hands down onto the counter,

"Not until I taste you. Haven't tasted you in forever, sweetheart."

You grip the edge of the counter and your breathe catches at his words. He smirks and
lifts up your shirt, tugging down your shorts as you lift your hips.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" You nod and he leans in, kissing and nipping at your thighs. You let out a whimper as he gently drags a finger up your cunt, "So pretty." He mumbles before pushing your thighs apart and diving right in.

You gasp and grab his hair, "Peter!" You give his hair a tug and he groans against you. You let out a louder moan and Peter shoots his eyes up to you, "Quiet."

You bite your lip and nod as he goes back in,
sucking and lapping his tongue on your clit, sending you into overdrive. Your orgasm approaching fairly quickly, "Peter." You whimper.

He stands up, "I wanna feel you cum around my
cock, baby." His words making up for the loss, "I
love it when you do that."

He discards his suit and pulls you closer to the edge by the back of your knees, "Remember." he says stroking himself a few times, "Gotta stay.. quiet.?" he slowly starts to push his cock into you.

You throw your head back and grab onto his shoulders, "Oh god, Peter. Fuck" Your breathing is rapid as you feel your walls stretching around him. You look up at him to find him in a state of pleasure, eyes closed and lips parted.

"Move please, Pete." You clench around him
and he pulls you closer, immediately pulling out and thrusting back into you.

You let out a sharp moan and he places his hand
over your mouth, "Shh, baby. You don't want this ruined do you?" You shake your head and close your eyes, "Fuck." He groans lowly laying his forehead on yours.

Your moans seep through his hand and he looks
over at his mask on the counter, "Open." He growls lowly. You comply and he stuffs his mask between your lips.

Your moans now fully muffled by the fabric. He
wraps and arm around your lower back and speeds his thrusts up, moaning lowly, "Shit."

As you're finally about to get the orgasm you
craved, the kitchen door starts to open, "Mama?" A little voice calls out, "Mama?"

You take the mask out of your mouth and let out a laugh. "Goddamn it." Peter sighs and laughs. He pulls out and quickly pulls his boxers up,
"What's up, buttercup?" He asks picking up the obviously tired child. "I'm tursty."

"You're tursty?" Peter mocks her cutely, "We can fix that." He sets her down and hands her a drink before walking over to you, "We're not done. Don't move." He whispers and plants a kiss on your neck.

"Yes sir." You say with a smile. You watch him take your daughter back to bed and patiently wait for his return.

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