CONTENT: 18+. gender neutral reader. Peter is 20. desperate. pillow humping. sexually frustrated, fantasizing, hella horny peter. lusty boy stupidity. peter with a crush.
NOTES: inspo from this gifset. here’s an audio of peter moaning, and heres a porn rec of a guy thats vaguely like him in my opinion xoxo
WORD COUNT: ~1.4k
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After a day with you (his favorite trainer) has thoroughly kicked his ass, Peter is many things, but most of all, he’s worked up. He needs his brain scrubbed clean of your encouragement and light laughter. Your fiery eyes raking over him, your soft taunts still ripple over his skin in waves. As it has been since the arrival of his powers, his physical condition is quite…changeable. Reactive. It’s most obvious on days like today, when his physical responses are heightened, and every hint of you gets him overexcited.
Today, he was taken down. A hot blooded, magic-infused unstoppable superhero boy was stopped by the skillful strikes and energy redirection of a knowing—and very human trainer, and hours later, he’s still hot about it. As he arrives back to his room in the tower, he peels off a shirt thick with your scent, and jumps directly into a burning shower that is a welcome balm to his fiery heart.
Muscles flex as he scrubs at sweat, at hairs that stand on end, and nerves that make him aware of each droplet impact that clings and falls. Dialed to 11, he once said of his senses, and he regards that fact with an exasperated sigh as one hand pushes suds through his hair…the other down to squeeze his cock, half hard and ignored for hours.
Author’s Note: I am sorry that this is out so late. I swear that I wrote this at about 6:00, but I did so on my phone and didn’t get to my laptop to edit it until just now. It’s late, but I hope you enjoy it even still.
Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
You’re sitting on the couch in your boyfriend’s apartment cuddled up against him in front of the electric fireplace, and you’re warm, and comfortable, and there’s no where you’d rather be in this moment, but when you look out the window, you’re afraid you might have to be somewhere else.
“Peter,” you say, grabbing his attention. “It’s snowing. Hard.”
Peter glances out the window and frowns.
“That looks bad. Do you think that you can make it home in that?” He asks you, but looking at the expression on his face, you don’t think that even if you said you thought you could he would be comfortable with it.
Before you can answer, however, your phone rings. You jump a little, and Peter laughs at you a little, but you pull it out nonetheless. Looking at the screen, you purse your lips. “Mom”. You quickly answer the phone call.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, are you alright?” Your mother’s voice sounds frantic but relieved.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Have you looked outside?” She exclaims. “It’s crazy out there. Are you still at Peter’s?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you ask May if you can stay the night? I don’t want you braving this storm trying to get home.”
“Yeah. Just a sec.” You pull the phone a little ways away from your ear and call to Peter’s aunt who is in the kitchen. “May?”
“Hmm?” She asks, turning around to face you.
“Mom wants to know if it’s alright for me to stay the night. She doesn’t want me out in the storm.”
May nods. “Of course, dear. Let her know that’s fine. You can stay as long as you need.”
“Thank you,” you smile at her before raising the phone back to your ear.
“May says it’s alright,” you let your mom know.
“Okay,” she says, her voice sounding relieved. “Let her know I said thank you.”
“Mom says ‘thanks’,” you call out to May.
“Alright. Well, stay safe, Y/N.”
“You too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
It doesn’t show signs of stopping
And I’ve brought some corn for popping
And the lights are turned way down low
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
After the decision was made for you to stay the night with Peter and May, the three of you decided to watch a movie before bed. You and May made hot chocolate while Peter popped some popcorn. After the food and drink was all taken care of, the three of you settle down on the couch; May sat on one end, you and Peter on the other.
Once everyone got situated, the three of you begin to debate what movie to watch. Peter votes for Star Wars, but you and May vote for a Christmas movie. Accepting his defeat, Peter recommends “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” and the three of you settle in for the night.
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I’ll hate going out in the storm!
But if you’ll really hold me tight
All the way home I’ll be warm
After the movie ends, May calls it a night, and calls it a night for Peter and you, too.
“Alright, love birds, it’s time for bed. Y/N, you can take Peter’s bed, and Peter you take the couch,” she directs. “Y/N, I’ll help you find something more comfortable for you to sleep in.” You and Peter agree, and with a huff, you stand up.
As you’re walking out, Peter hollers at you.
“Y/N!”
“What?” You turn to face him.
“You forgot something.”
“I did?”
“Yeah.” Peter hops over the couch and runs over to you real quick. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Goodnight. I love you.”
You smile, and peck his lips once more before repeating the sentiment.
