𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

He's Gonna Kill Me ☆

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer spideyyeet on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/spideyyeet/623933443031597056/just-imagine-this-lol-your-first-time-with-peter

Parings → Peter Parker x Rogers! Reader

Warnings → slight smut

Summary → Your first time with Peter gets interrupting by your dad aka Captain America.

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Peter would be kissing your neck, trying to keep his thrusts even and fast as you moaned. It hurt like hell and to be completely honest it felt really weird, but Peter was rubbing your clit and once the pain started to fade it was replaced more with pleasure. The blanket on his back slowly starting to fall past his ass as he felt himself grow closer.

"A-are you close baby? Am I hurting you? Is this okay?" Peter would groan into you, and you'd just reassure him-mostly for yourself, but for him too. And then you start clenching around him.

"P-Peter...?" A weird feeling starting to overcome you as your stomach started to tighten and Peter went faster, not noticing how much he's making the bed shake. "Oh fuck Peter!-" Peter would crash his lips on yours trying to keep your moans down-

A knock at the door had Peter frozen.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Your eyes widen as all the color from Peter's face disappears.

"Y-" you cleared your throat. "Yea I'm f-fine." You nibbled on your bottom lip, Peter freaking out because he doesn't remember locking the door.

"Is the door locked????" Peter whisper yelled in complete panic. That's when you start pushing him off you, a small whimper escaping when you felt empty.

"Are you talking to someone?" Steve, aka your fucking dad, asks.

"I'm fine-DAD!" You exclaim once you see the door start to open. You quickly wrap yourself in the blanket, pushing Peter back only making him fall off the bed.

"Where is he?" Steve mouthed out, holding his shield. You looked at him confused.

"What?" You spoke, and Steve eyes squint asking you where he is with his mission hand signals.

Oh shit he thinks someone broke in.

"He's gone." You lied-and it was caught quickly because of Peter's back hitting the nightstand which knocked over your water bottle.

Steve jumped over your bed, landing right in front of Peter, who had his legs closed, a pillow covering himself.

"Queens?" Steve's brows furrowed. "I thought someone broke in? What're you doing here?" Steve asked, looking at Peter. Peter could hear his heart beating in his ears. His face absolutely terrifyed.

"Please leave dad." You say really not wanting to tell your old fashioned dad what you were doing for the first time. You held the blanket tighter.

"Where are your clothes?" Steve asked Peter, and Peter nudged his head to the floor and Steve caught all the clothes thrown and then catching your pajamas too. "Wait...." Steve's face began turning red, his brows coming together in embarrassment and anger.

"This is really embarrassing, please goooo." You plead, absolutely hating confrontation about things like this with your dad.

"Fondue-ing!!!! Under my roof!" He burst. Peter's folded into himself as you bit the inside of your cheek. "How long has this been happening?" You looked away, and Steve shot a glance at Peter still trying his best to cover everything with his hands.

"Just today sir-Captain-Sir-Captain Amercia sir-I swear-please don't kill me-I-I used protection and and Y/n consented and I didn't hurt her cuz-cuz you know-gotta like-" Peter felt his throat dry up. "I can't breathe-is it hot in here?" Peter's voice was shaking and he began sweating even more than he was when you were actually doing it.

This time both you and Steve were flushing at Peter's rambling. Steve rubbed his face as he made his way back to the door. "Downstairs in five." He said shutting the door.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-I'm gonna leave-he's gonna kill me-I should call Mr. Stark- fuck!" Peter got up falling on the mattress.

"Chill, it's just my dad, he's just gonna be like don't hurt my daughter that's it-the old man is a prude, you're fineee Pete."

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