marvel smuts/fluffs

🚨Secrets ~ Peter Parker🚨

A/N All credits go to the original author "skyeisawizard" on Tumbler

Peter sat in the armchair in the Avengers common room. His eyes weren't focused on the television, instead on Y/N Stark as she napped against Bucky Barnes shoulder. Drool ran down her cheek and onto Bucky's shoulder. Bucky had his arms crossed over his chest, a grumpy look on his face. But he didn't dare move, not while Y/N was fast asleep.

A pillow sat over Peter's lap, doing a not very good job at hiding his boner. The other Avengers stayed quiet, refusing to meet his eye.

But it wasn't Peter's fault. Not when Y/N was wearing those little pyjama shorts and his shirt. From the moment she walked into the common room and sat herself down beside Bucky, his length was straining against his jeans. But he couldn't grab her and drag her out of the room. What they had was still secret.
Instead, Peter pulled his phone from his back pocket. Baaaaaaabyyyyy, he typed and pressed the 'Send' button. He watched as the Phone in Y/N's hand buzzed, waking her from her slumber.
She looked down at the screen, back up at Bucky and glared at him. "Are you reading my texts, Barnes?" Y/N challenged, wiping the drool from her cheek.

"Got a secret boyfriend, Stark?"

Huffing, Y/N moved her phone away from his prying eyes. She quickly tapped out a response and looked over at Peter. He quickly glanced down, waiting for her response to come through. What do you want, Petey?
Your attention. That was followed by a series of inappropriate emojis that most wouldn't expect from Peter. But Y/N, she wasn't surprised. She looked over at him and raised her eyebrows. Peter tapped the pillow covering him up.
Stretching, Y/N climbed off of the sofa and walked past him. "I've got shit to do," she said to the rest of the Avengers and walked towards the door. Once at the door she turned around and pretended to survey the room. "Hmm," she said and tapped her chin. "Parker, you can come help me."

Peter leapt out of his chair. He turned away from the rest of the team, placed the pillow down and raced out of the room with Y/N.

"They're definitely fucking," said Sam Wilson.

"That's my daughter you're talking about."

"Shut up, Stark."

***

Y/N and Peter raced through the halls, giggling to themselves. He had a hold of her hand, pulling her along.

They raced into Y/N's room and pushed the door shut behind them, locking it. "I can't believe you had a boner in front of my dad and the others," Y/N laughed, pulling her shirt over near head.

But the familiar feeling of Peters web against her wrists stopped her. "Leave it on," he said and used the webs to pull her closer. She collapsed into his lap, her hands fisting in his shirt and his erection against her thigh. "I love it when you wear my clothes," he breathed and kissed her.

Y/N pulled away, a string of saliva attaching them. "I can tell," she giggled and shifted sideways, so her clothed core was against his muscled thigh. Her head fell into the crook of his neck as Peter played with the waist band of her shorts. Her fingers pulled at the buttons on his shirt, popping them open.

It was rare for Peter to scar, but Y/N made sure to kiss the few covering his chest. "I love you," she whispered, standing so he could discard her shorts and underwear. She pulled off his shirt and relaxed as he transferred her to the bed.

Y/N shuffled up to the pillows as Peter pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting his length spring free. Grabbing his shoulders, Y/N pulled him back towards her and kissed him feverishly. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body against his.

In moments like this, Y/N liked to think she was strong enough to flip Peter over, she liked to tell herself that he wasn't just letting her and she really could do it. But, in reality, Peter laid himself down and Y/N climbed on top of him. She moved her hips against his, creating a bit of friction that had her moaning.

"C'mon, pretty girl," mumbled Peter, taking a hold of her hips.

He helped her to sink down onto his impressive length. After all of their months together it still took some getting used to. Y/N remained completely still, shuffling slightly to help accommodate to his size.

Nodding, her breaths came out in quick gasps and Peter helped her move. He sat up against the pillows slightly and hooked one arm under her ass. His fingers groped at the soft flesh, a series of moans tumbling from his lips.

In a quick second she was under him. Clawing at his back. His own hand reached under his shirt for her breasts, for the hard nipples he could see peaking through.

At his touch Y/N gasped and sank her teeth into her lip. Her hips bucked up to meet his as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. "Up," he grunted.

Just as Y/N was lifting up her shirt to expose herself to him, the bed gave an embarrassingly loud creak and the both of them stopped. Peter held his breath and Y/N shoved her head into the crevice of his neck, waiting for somebody to come in and check on them.

"Maybe we should move this to the floor," she whispered after a second of nothing.

"Baby," Peter started and kissed her temple. It was a weird parallel, to have him fully sheathed inside her, five minutes ago pounding into her, to now being as sweet as can be. "I'm not fucking you on the floor. Plus, you're close, Angel. I can feel you squeezing me."

Peter jutted his hips forward slightly and Y/N let out a gasp. Her walls fluttered around him, squeezing him.

Laying her back down, Peter began to move again, it was agonisingly slow, but it was only spurring on her release. He dipped his head down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and swirling it around his tongue. Sucking at it as though he was an infant.

Y/N arched her back, pushing further into him. Her own hand travelled down to her clit. Even just the sensation of her fingers just touching almost pushed her over the edge. Her breathing was rapid and her legs were beginning to shake.

Peter slowed. The mother fucker slowed his pace. His thrusts became purposefully sloppy and he released her breast from his mouth. "Peter, please," she cried and kissed all over his face. His fingers dug into her hips, no doubt leaving bruises. "Please, please, please."

Again, Peter sped up. Even just the change in pace had her tipping over the edge. Her legs shook, walls milking him for everything he had as her eyes closed and she screamed out. Peter helped her ride out her orgasm until he too was cuming, his seed painting her insides.

"Love you," he mumbled, throwing himself down onto the bed beside her.

Y/N kissed his forehead. "My dad definitely knows we're fucking."

"Definitely."