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'coeur brisé'
—Unknown

"Peter!" You whispered yelled above him, hair falling down over your shoulders as your palms sank deeper into your bed sheets. Peter was sound asleep after the previous events shared and hadn't moved a muscle since you pulled the blanket over his body.

"Peteeer" You dragged out the last past, hoping for it to fall within earshot of Peter, yet all you gained was a twitch and a groan before he turned his head to the side.

"Peter Benjamin Parker!" You yelled, bouncing your hands at the side of his head causing the pillow to propel him upwards, eyes shooting open and sitting up a little too quickly causing your heads to knock together. The knock sent you backwards, hand falling to your forehead where you could feel the heat racing to the basin of your skin.

"Shit! Y/N, what happened?" Peter groaned him too following suit. You groaned, yet a giggle fell from your lips as your eyes opened to see his bed head, strands of hair falling out all over the place. It was completely dark out, and the only light was coming from the moon, shining brightly among the stars.

"Sorry, but I got an idea" you smirked, putting your hand back down and moving off the bed now certain he was awake. Yet as you turned your back you heard the headboard shake, Peter's body falling back down into the sheets as he let a tired sigh emit from his lips.

"Y/N, it's-" Peter reached over and picked up his phone, the light almost blinding him through the sleepy haze, "-almost three am, what is so important that you had to wake me from my much-needed beauty sleep? I have patrol in three hours"

"Yeah well think you could hold off for a bit of fun?" you chortled, moving back to the bed and quickly straddling him. Peter's eyes widened quickly, hands falling onto your hips as his fingers began to shake with nerves.

"W-what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, Parker, if you really wanna learn how to pleasure a girl you gotta stop falling asleep every time you finish. So, finish what you started earlier" you smiled, bringing your from behind you and gripping the black silk tie your brother had worn for Halloween when he dressed up as a zombie cop.

"Uh, o-okay? But what's this for?" his finger trailed lightly along with the fabric.

"It's for me, so don't worry, but I kinda get the feeling you get nervous at the feeling of me watching you. So I won't look" you winked, sliding back off of his legs and tieing the silk around your eyes, pulling the knot tight just above your ponytail.

Peter swallowed harshly, bringing himself to sit up as he watched you move to sit cross-legged in front of him. If anything he mistook you for being annoyed if you didn't have that signature smile on your face as he had to admit, he had a bit of a bad habit of falling asleep right after he was finished.

But, non the less Peter knew what he had to finish, and although it seemed weird you waking him up at three in the morning he was up for it. So, blinking a couple of times, he took his time leaning forward so he too could move his legs into a cross pattern under one another. He knew he was unsure, and could really use your help, but for once he had to do things on his own and learn by himself. So, that's what he did.

Leaning in slowly, a wave of slight confidence gripped his fingertips and moved them to the base of your cheekbone, drawing you closer to him as his nose pressed against your cheek and your lips met. Your lips were soft and cold like marble, but all so antagonising. They were like honey, sweet and sickly but he couldn't get enough. Your breath fanned against his cheek as you breathed out through your nose, hand coming upright and gripping his inner thigh as you leaned forward, but Peter pushed you back.

You slid down beneath him, completely colour blind by the tie covering your eyes and you wished now you hadn't suggested it, but it seemed to be helping Peter as soon he was making his way to the side of your lips and off towards your cheek. You sent your head backwards, giving him more leverage to the skin on your throat. His breath was hot and the occasional moan would slip from his lips as your hand moved from his thigh around and up to his back to the small of his neck, drawing his lips closer.

You shifted lightly beneath him, enough for your legs to find the new cold spot on the bed and sit neatly between Peter's as he started moving downwards. You had already removed your bra prior to the plan you had schemed just after Peter had fallen asleep. So, when Peter brought his hand up your shirt in hope of finding your bra, his blood felt like water fresh from a kettle as his fingertips instead, found your already hardening nipple.

A strangled whimper left your lips as the scent of his cologne met your nose and his hair tickled your skin, butterflies attacking your stomach as you remembered who was pleasuring you. His lips were travelling quicker now as he gained the confidence enough to pinch your nipple lightly. Your moans were only drawing him on, and with each sound, you would feel his teeth graze against your skin until finally your shirt was over your head and his lips were favouring one of your nipples. (You don't understand how hard it is to write this because he is the definition of uwu)

Your hands came up from his neck and laced through his hair, eliciting a gentle groan from his lips as you pulled lightly on the strands. Peter's hair was soft, and you would often lose grip as they glided between your fingers and clung to your tips. However soon Peter's lips were trailing down to the underside of your boob, falling into the valley between and then working their way down your stomach. The fire was only just building more inside your stomach as you felt the hotness of his lips against your chilled skin, his fingertips teasing the elastic of your comfort shorts.

"Peter.." you let a gentle moan pass your lips as he began moving the material slowly down your legs, your hips repeating the action as earlier and lifted to give him more leverage. Peter took this to his advantage and stripped you down until they were sitting on your ankles, which he wasted no time removing and throwing them across the room. Looking down to you, the nerves had slowly begun to dissipate. Whether it was because he knew he was doing a good job and finally making you feel good, he didn't know.

His hand slid lightly around your ankle, bringing you sliding down the bed. The sheets crumpled under your back, making it so you had to readjust yourself onto your arms but you didn't mind, as you couldn't hold back the smile falling onto your lips. Despite being blindfolded, it's almost like you could still see him. Knowing there would be that natural glow in his cheeks as looked down at you, probably feeling particularly nervous as always, yet still had your stomach buzzing in it's light haze.

Peter was shaking as he hooked his fingers around your underwear. He had seen you earlier, yet the butterflies in his stomach refused to simmer as the material slowly revealed the part of you which would steal his attention for the night. It was also slightly strange that you were allowing him to do this, under the circumstances. Most girls would go for someone with more experience than there own, but then again it was a common mistake to forget you weren't like other girls. And he liked that.

"Y'know, y-you don't have to do this if your still unsure, Pete" you attempted to sound strong, like you could hold this off even without Peter. But by the tone and sound of your voice you both knew you wouldn't last without him.

"I think we both know that if I stopped now, I would be leaving this room a dead man" he chuckled, "so just sit back, don't yell at me when something goes wrong, and try to enjoy?" He cringed at his words, but you thought they were sweet and sent an unfamiliar tingle through your blood.

"I-okay" you sighed with slight relief that he was willing to carry on. Soon enough your underwear was clean from your skin and you were yet again exposed, feeling the slight chill of the room brush against your dripping folds making you hum in slight arousal.

You felt Peter shift on the bed and loosened up, allowing him to move you around if he needed to, as after all you were there for him to experiment on. And so he did for a while, pulling and tugging at your hips and legs, adjusting them so he was barely touching you before finally crouching between your legs and allowing himself to fall onto his stomach.

Feeling the hot glaze of his breath against your folds made you squirm, as you hadn't had this kind of pleasure be delved upon you in what felt like forever. For a while Peter didn't move, and although you were there for him you were getting needy.

"Peter please do something" you whined, as if he were teasing you. Peter didn't reply, as his cheeks were burning hot so much he thought his lips would turn numb. He was stuck for words, being this close to you... To your most guarded parts, made him feel light headed.

Soon, Peter too had enough of waiting and began to massage your thighs lightly, edging into taking his time for what was to come, but he could see you struggling: your legs twitching at his every dig of finger, every time he applied light pressure to your skin you would squirm and it was driving him crazy in all the best ways. His mouth was dry yet he felt like he was drooling, seeing you soaked at his touch.

"Peter I am begging you" You almost yelled, your cracked voice bouncing off the walls sending a pure rush of adrenaline through Peters veins. The moment your legs locked around his waist, he was diving forward and attaching his soft lips to your clit. It felt weird, and tasted weirder, but the sounds you were making — practically screaming, made his heart race and confidence rise.

He spent some time favouriting your sensitive bud and soon came to realise it was what you enjoyed most, as he soon began to adventure. His lips parted for his tongue to make way, sliding in between your folds and collecting your juices at the tip, soaking into his taste buds. You were so sweet.

"G-god!" You almost screamed, hands tangling back into his coffee brown hair as he began working into you, finding some of your sweet spots and delicate areas. He was vaguely mapping you out in his mind, remembering every part of you which he knew he would come back to at later date.

"You... taste... so sweet" he whispered between hot and feathered kisses downright towards your more sensitive parts, knowing what he wanted to do next. Your head was muffled back into the pillow, your red, bruised throat on full show as he glanced up to see you. Your body was like a temple, it took forever to discover yet on the inside it was so delicate and caught the attention of thousands. Yet, Peter could have you all to himself, and that felt all the more special.

"Y-you sure you've n-never d-done this before?" You smirked, small beads of sweat beginning to build on your forehead from the pleasure being held off for so long, it was almost like a workout. Peter chuckled against your heat, sending goosebumps plummeting towards the top side of your skin. Just the feeling alone was like getting caught in telephone wires, being shocked to death by their volts.

Peters thumb ventured towards your clit while his free hand brought one leg at a time over his shoulders, eventually having your hips levitating off of the bed. To Peter you were like a paper weight, even having been completely relaxed on him, his super strength was able to keep him stable.

"I'm gonna try something, tell me to stop if you need to" he whispered, placing one last kiss on your thigh before his other free hand finally ventured to your hole, teasing the top before sliding inside. Your mouth fell agape, fists thrusting into the sheets as his fingers did the same to your hole.

"Oh my fuck! Peter!" You let go, yelling out into the thick air that surrounded you. Peter was somewhat shocked at your words, not understanding fully what you were feeling but he knew he was doing good, and that pushed him to speed up.

The sound of his finger sliding in and out of you created some what could be described as a sticky sound, making Peters eyes flutter back into his head as he imagined replacing his digit with his member, sliding in and out of you as he fucked you into oblivion. But this time at least he had gotten this far without complaint and giving in. However, the night was getting old and so were his movements.

Peter opted into adding another digit, feeling you tighten around his fingers as his lips came back down and replaced his thumb, sucking rather harshly on your clit. Your hips began to buck as a round of curse words and loud moans left your lips and met Peters ears, sending his movements to gain more speed than before.

You couldn't take the heat, and soon were reaching up to remove the blindfold from your eyes, looking down to see Peter lying between your legs as he went full out on your pussy. Despite wanting to watch the show, you could feel the coin tightening and beginning to burn in your stomach, making your eyes roll back behind your lids.

"P-Peter! I'm close" you groaned, head lifting your back from the sheets so your whole lower body was lifted from the bed.

"Cum for me, beautiful" he hummed against your skin, his fingers curling inside of you as if to egg you on that little bit further.

"Peter your fucking amazing!" You yelled, not knowing what to do with your hands as you felt the foul snap inside of you, a long moan leaving your lips as you came on Peters fingers. It made Peter jump at first, feeling your hot liquid pour out into his fingers and the sticky sounds got louder as he rode you out through your high.

You felt the sheets become clammy beneath you, sticky to your adhesive skin as you began to lower yourself down, legs shaking from your intense orgasm. Everything was quiet for a moment, only long and harsh breaths filling the room that surprisingly came from both your chests. Your legs finally gave way and Peter moved from in between them, reaching over and pulling one of your blankets over your lower half.

"That... Was... Amazing" you sighed, a smile spreading across your cheeks. "Who'd of thought you had it in you?"

"Oh pipe down" Peter teased, poking your side gently as he rolled to lay next to you, voluntary propping your head onto his arm which made you smile. "Seriously though, was that ok?"

"I just said it was amazing you insecure piece of shit" you giggled, chest rising and falling to the beat of each giggle.

"Glad you liked it" he whispered, narrowing himself down further into the sheets in order to be level with you. Your breathing had simmered slightly, enough for you to look over at Peter who was staring at you. Seeing his chocolate eyes looking into yours made your heart beat quicken, because there were things there aside from the deal. Yet you were worried you were the only one seeing them.

"Pete, I-"

You were cut off before you could speak, sending a rush of annoyance through you as your phone began to blare.

"That is not my alarm! Are you kidding me!" Your eyes widened to look over and see it was almost 6am.

"We were going for almost three hours?" Peter chuckled, yet his voice was filled with unexpected lust.

"I guess so..."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"What? Bunk of school for another lesson?"

"You read my mind, Leeds" he smirked, "see you after Patrol?"

"I'll be here" you sent him a playful wink, before the bed sank and he was out of the room to change. It was empty for a while before he returned, saying his last goodbye before heading out of your window and out into the morning.

How you would learn to adapt to an empty bed.

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Wow, okay. That was... rough. Sorry I updated late, again! Please accept my apologies lol, but thanks for reading! Love you all and see you next time! 💞🌟

OPINIONS:
Should I write longer chapters - up to maybe 4000-5000+ words and wait maybe a couple days for it to come out, as personally I dunno I think that would better - or keep doing short chapters but often? Leave your opinions 😘