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ᑭᗴTᗴᖇ was accurately aware that the Spidey suit was not made to be halfway in and halfway out of. His mask had already been pulled up, resting halfway on his sweaty hair as his hands gripped Fiona's waist.
Fiona, hands gripping at Peter's shoulders as he held her up against the graffitied wall on the roof of some apartment building in Queens, wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and bit her lip to restrain herself from calling out too loudly as she felt a familiar tightness in her stomach and a tingling buildup in her thighs.
Peter just managed to hold himself together long enough to allow Fiona to find release first but as soon as he felt her clench around him, crying out, he too found himself succumbing to his own euphoria.
Their breaths came in pants as they came back down to reality. Peter helped Fiona back to her feet, legs feeling like jelly, a dopey grin on his face as he fixed his suit, tapping the small spider on his chest to cause the material to tighten and fit to his body.
Fiona felt her heart calming as she pulled her panties back up, combing her fingers through her hair as sirens started to blare from the streets below.
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sex education • peter parker
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