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Okay okay but hear me out, imagine Peter saying "take it like the fucking whore you are". 😫😫😫
STOP IT
i think a tear ran down my thigh
you’re like an angel from heaven 🙏
this got really rough and filthy omg 😧
um miguel is here too…
(SEXUAL CONTENT)
part two 🙈
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you guys didn’t even make it to the bedroom, he’s pounding into you while your bent over the kitchen counter. moans were forced out of your throat with every harsh thrust of his hips,
“peter, s’too much...” you sob. your body jolted with every thrust, extremely sensitive from the several orgasms peter has pulled from you.
“are you really fucking complaining right now?” he spat at you, pulling your head up by your hair, “you were begging me to fuck you at HQ, miguel heard you. he knows how much of a slut you are now,”
peter drops your head and your scramble to catch yourself with your hands. “y’like that? y’like your boss thinking you’re a fucking dirty slut?”
you moaned in response, it was an involuntary response, you swear.
“really? because i think it’s embarrassing you act like that in public, in front of him.” it was clear to you that he was jealous, and rightfully so.
when miguel (thank god no one else heard) heard you ask peter to come back home because you were horny, his eyes widened significantly and he felt the back of his neck and the tips of his ears get red.
miguel cleared his throat and told you guys to go if you needed to, to which you showed an excited smile to him. and peter left HQ gripping your wrist harshly,
“i’m sorry peter,” you babbled, hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, “i just wanted you to make me feel good.”
now that made him feel a bit guilty for a second, a second.
“yeah? well you fucking embarrassed me, so you can take it like the fucking whore you are.” he smacked your ass hard which made you jolt and clench around his dick, “shit, honey..”
“feel so good in me peter, love your dick so much. needed it all day today.” sweet talking him wasnt gonna work, he was gonna make you apologize.
you feel peter reaching to grab something and you don’t know what it is until you hear a ringing dial, ‘what the fuck?’ you thought.
“hello?”
oh
my
god.
“hey miguel, just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier and how i had to leave early. someone else wants to apologize to you as-well.”
you are absolutely sure the clapping of peter’s hips against your ass is completely audible, along with his little grunts and groans and your whimpers.
peter lowers the phone down to your head that’s resting on the counter, “go on sweetheart, say sorry.” he starts to thrust faster into you.
you’re barely able to form a coherent thought, how are you gonna say sorry to miguel without him catching you?
you weren’t, that was peter’s plan.
to show you off.
you didn’t need to know that though.
“i’m s-“ a hard thrust makes you cry out loudly, “mmph, peter!” you slap a hand over your mouth,
“don’t fucking try to be quiet, apologize to him right now.”
you swear you can hear a groan on the other side of the phone, and it’s not miguel’s usual annoyed one.
“say sorry now.” peter demands,
“i’m sorry miguel, ‘m so sorry for acting like that in front of you.. ungh..oh god…peter….”
peter is honestly surprised miguel picked up the phone and even more surprised that he’s still on it right now.
“awe,” miguel lets out a sound of faux sympathy, “it’s alright cariño.”
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guys my hands slipped i swear idk how this got here
sorry if this is bad, this ask just awoken something in me idk 🤕
SEND ME REQUESTS FOR PETER AND MIGUELL!!
or both…. same time. i won’t judge you.
oh my GOSHNESS
when he got on his KNEES!!!!???? HELLO?!!! personally, i’d be a married woman at that moment..
"id be so good to you if you just gave me a chance.. just please stay one more night with me please..” UHMMMMM DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE???/?:?/!: actually going insane this is so underrated what the frick
God if you hear me, please send a pathetic man by the name of peter benjamin parker that (tries too) fights off creepy men, gets on his knees and begs for me 🙏🙏
as you can see.. i’m very normal abt this. jelly… uve done it again girl. gosh.
Down Bad pt 2
Peter B. Parker x AFAB Stripper!Reader
Synopsis: Peter B. just has to win you over somehow, having caught feelings after your one night stand. Word count 1.1k
Part 1
A/N: sooo I had this thought and decided to continue this from part 1. In the meantime trying sooo hard to find motivation to write DBF!Peter part 2. Sorry it's taking me forever. 💀 I'm just dragging my feet bc I know it's gonna be a long one.
CW: MINORS DNI, SMUT (PROTECTED P IN V, EDGING AND DOM BEHAVIOR MENTIONED,CUM EATING, ORAL M RECEIVING BUT NOT TOO DETAILED), SEXUAL HARASSMENT, MILD VIOLENCE(FIST FIGHT), LITTLE BIT OF STALKERISH BEHAVIOR, fantasizing, PETER B. IS KIND OF A LOSER IN THIS ONE
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Peter B. can't stop thinking about you. He did this to himself yes, found a beautiful dancer, spent practically his life savings for one night, but you snatched his soul in the process. He had to have more of you.
He even made a fake profile on Instagram to stalk you.
Fuuuck you look so good in your pictures, imagining that cute pout you're making in your selfies looking up at him from on your knees instead, the videos of you dancing and grinding, shaking your ass, drive him absolutely bonkers. Sure wishing he was the lucky guy underneath you instead of the floor.
And now he's a lovesick puppy watching you pitifully from across the club alone on a Saturday like a loser, no cash to spare and nothing of value to offer you, just endless orgasms and a lifetime of happiness and love.
If you'd just give him the chance.
You know damn well he's here, loving every minute of the sad attention he's paying you. Making sure to bend over at every opportunity and shoot him a glance from the stage during your routine, making that face like you're cumming with your pretty lips wide open and then biting your lip while looking at him directly in the eyes from the pole.
Fffuck baby...don't look at me like that...
You liked toying with him like this, loved dominating him and hearing his little whimpers as you sucked his cock, edging him all night long, only for him to be practically crying when you did finally let him cum.
It was the most earth shattering orgasm he's ever had in his life, and you even swallowed it.
Jesus, nobody has ever done that before, his exes would turn him down from a bj completely or spit in the sink, but watching you coo softly up at him and slowly slurp up his cum from your lips with a pretty little smile and a wink.
Oh God that changed something in him.
He knew you'd never look his way, pretty young thing like you would probably end up with one of those hunky college guys, much like the ones that are badgering you right now, yelling at you to take off your skimpy dancer's outfit.
"Let's see some more baby, come on don't be shy."
"Sorry boys...club rules says I can't." You try to let them down easy with a little pout of your lips.
Peter puts down his beer, sitting up slowly when he realizes these guys just don't know when to quit. It's four against one, but he'll be damned if he sits here and lets these assholes harass his beautiful little dancer and make you cry.
Your eyes are frantic as you try and escape the scene, gasping when you see Peter come up, grab the tall one that's got his dirty hands on you by the shoulder, punching him square in the jaw.
It's not long before all of them are beating his ass, he grunts and eats blow after blow as they kick and punch him, wheezing on the ground. You scream for help and run towards security.
Peter lets out a loud groan with relief when security arrives and swiftly kicks out his attackers, sighing dreamily and looking at you with a little smile between his purple bruised eyes and busted lip. You gently blot a tissue against a bleeding scratch above his eyebrows, patching him up.
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It's the second best feeling of his night, compared to right now as he watches you ride his cock.
Getting beat up by four guys was totally worth it to have his angel back in his bed again. And honestly, you're completely fine getting fucked by this handsome divorced DILF.
He groans loudly, your heavenly pussy gripping him like a vice, and fuck you know just how to move your hips, hitting all those sweet spots inside you that feel equally as good to him.
"Jesus, baby....riding me like you missed me...."
He jokes but lets out another groan when he feels his cock stroke another nice spot against your soft walls.
"F-feels amazing...."
You smirk, watching him get all fucked out below you, wielding the power you have over him with just a move of your hips.
"Had to reward my knight in shining armor for being so brave..." You croon at him in a honeyed voice.
"Heh, ahah....k-knight in shining armor. I like that....Aah!" He closed his eyes, whimpering as he gets closer and closer to coming.
"Shit....aah... baby, you...fffuck...."
He cums inside the condom, chest heaving and panting, letting out a huge sigh and a chuckle, shaking his head as he gazes at the ceiling in utter bliss.
"That...was....*pant*...fantastic...thanks, baby..."
But, you don't answer. He sits up quickly in a worry, only to find you struggling to zip up one of your thigh high boots, hopping in one place and using your hand to steady against the doorframe.
"Where are you going....?" He asks, disappointment in his voice.
You turn, painting on a fake smile.
"Ahh, I gotta get going, sweetheart. Got another shift tomorrow. You know how it is." You try to let him down easy with that cute, sexy little pout of yours.
"Please!" Peter stands up, pulling on his boxers, hastily darting over to you, hand outstretched.
"D-don't leave..." He whispers, his fingers reaching out to touch your arm, then clenching into a fist at his side. His eyes sad and lonely, face still battered and bruised.
You turn, raising an eyebrow to him, trying to hide your slight embarrassment at seeing him standing over you, feeling your thighs get warm at this man who was older yet seemed so weak in your presence alone like nobody else could do it to him.
"I can make you breakfast in the morning..."
"Peter..."
"I-I'll give you whatever you want. W-whatever you need. I'll make you cum again, or we can just sit and talk. You can sleep in my bed and I'll take the couch. I'll get you coffee in the morning. You can use my shower, wear my T-shirts...." He pleads.
"I'd be so good to you if you just gave me a chance...just please stay one more night with me please..."
Your mouth falls open a little as he gets on his knees, his chin resting on your lower stomach, those sad brown eyes too cute to say no to. His hands resting so lightly on the back of your thighs.
You sigh, "Just one more night..."
He beams and pulls you into a hug, getting you a fresh t shirt of his and a clean pair of his boxers to wear, eventually falling asleep on his chest while the TV plays a rerun of some 90's sitcom he's seen a million times while softly stroking your cheek, unaware that your so called compromise of just one more night is going to quickly crumble here shortly.
He can't believe how lucky he is that he won an angel like you, already knowing just what he's gonna cook you tomorrow for breakfast and run to the store to buy you some flowers when you wake up, before he falls asleep holding you.
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