𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Eyeliner ✵

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer spideyyeet on Tumblr

https://spideyyeet.tumblr.com/post/639448929122025472/just-imagine-sitting-on-peters-lap-while-putting

Parings → Frat! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → smut, finger fucking, playful angst.

Summary → Sitting on Peter’s lap while putting eyeliner on him, but of course he can't let you do that in peace.

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The cap of the eyeliner was between your teeth as you straddled Peter on the couch. You had a loose t-shirt and briefs on as you pushed his chocolate curls back.

Peter licked his lips as he stared at your concentrated face. His biceps bulged against his plain white tee. His jeans were loose as you tilted his head back slightly, getting the light.

“Are you gonna start or keep staring at me?” Peter smirked, hand grazing your outer thigh. You tilted his head again.

“If you stopped moving so much,” you said under your breath, holding the side of his face as you told him to close his eyes. Peter did as you said.

“Do you have to do this?”

“Yes! You'll look pretty.”

Peter huffed though he kept his head steady, his hands began to wander until they cupped your heat. Your pussy felt so open in the roomy briefs, the material instantly dampened when he pushed a finger between your folds.

“Pete,” you grumbled, keeping your hand still.

“You’re doing great, keep going,” Peter gave you a shit eating grin. You inhaled sharply when he rubbed your clothed heat. “Take this off,” Peter tugged at the waistband, letting it slap back.

“I’m trying to make you look pretty,” you huff, pulling the eyeliner back as Peter fluttered his eyes open.

“I never said you have to stop—just let me feel that pretty pussy of yours, fair?” Peter cocked his head to the side.

You rolled your eyes. “Hardly,” you mumbled pushing the briefs down your legs, straddling him again. You bit your lip when you sat on the small tent in his jeans. Peter licked two fingers as he watched you loose focus and rub your bare cunt against his dent, cheeks blushing at the arousal now coated his jeans.

“Making a mess?” Peter clicked his tongue. “Thought you were doing my eyes?” Peter snapped you back to your senses.

“Yeah,” you hovered over his tent, as you tilted his head back again. Peter sighed as you resumed and so did he.

His hand trailed under your shirt, tweaking at your nipples, letting your scent engulf him. His finger teased down your body before spreading your wet folds and sliding a hand to collect your arousal.

“So wet for me—my pussy needs some attention?” Peter smiled as your hand froze for a millisecond.

“Do as you please Mr. Parker,” You mumbled, pushing his curls back again as you went to the other eye.

“Well then,” his lip lifted into a smirk, as he dipped a finger into your entrance. Your hips jerked. “Like that?”

“Uhhh,” you moaned softly as he rubbed his thumb around your clit. He started pumping your pussy lightly, giving you some moments to do his eye. He slipped a second finger without warning. Now moving them inside you, feeling your back arch and jaw drop as he found your spot.

“Right there?” Peter quirked a brow. His eyes opened as you leaned your head back.

“Yeah,” you moaned again, nails digging into his bicep. “Fuck Peter.” Peter smiled as he looked down at his fingers pumping you nicely.

“Such a good girl, pretty cunt wrapped around my fingers. Gonna cum down my hand?” Peter rubbed your clit, leaning up to suck on your jaw. You grasped his shoulder, trying to grind your hips on his moving fingers. “Stay still.”

You whimpered, panting as he lifted your shirt up to get a better look at your desperate cunt tensing.

“I-I’m close—don't stop!” You gasped, as Peter fucked his fingers in harder, rubbing nice little circles around your clit until you came with a shudder. Peter rubbed your clit, allowing your juices to coat his fingers and drip. Peter quickly unbuttoned his pants, unzipping and pushing his boxers and pants down enough for his cock to spring free and he pulled you closer. Letting your arousal wet his leaking, twitching cock.

“So hard for you, baby.” Peter kissed your clothed breast. He slapped your cunt a few times making you whimper. He pulled you down, standing his cock up and letting you rub your wet cunt agaisnt his cock.

It didn’t take long, Peter rutting his hips and the view of his cock gliding through your folds, had him shaking, you quickly lifted his shirt up to see his cock twitch and his cum shot on his stomach and on you.

His head dropped on your shoulder. “Fuck, Y/n,” he sighed, kissing your neck.

“You’re pretty when you cum,” you brushed his hair, Peter chuckled as he pulled back.

“How do I look?” He referred to the eyeliner, as he licked his finger clean, the dark purple nail polish you used on him making you want his fingers again.

“Really fucking hot,” you kissed his lips, slipping your tongue through his parted lips. Peter moaned, grasping your ass, pressing you against the mess between your bodies.

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