Wake Up Call | p.p | ONESHOT
Summary: Y/N is sleeping peacefully until Peter wakes her up in need of something. She agrees, on one condition. He has to follow her rules. It ends up being a futile attempt since you can’t help but give in to Peter’s cuteness.
Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader
Warnings: neediness, adorable adult acting like a whiny child.
A/N: I got inspired while i was supposed to be doing homework, which i was actually doing until i came up with this :|. Procrastination is the best thing for writers but not for my high-school career. Anyway enjoy ;)
Wisps of dreams circled my head as i slept soundly, but not that childlike sugarplum fairy stuff. More like getting through high school, getting married to my baby, having babies with my baby. Yeah yeah i know, cliche and cutesy. Well that’s what i was dreaming until light invaded my mind. My eyes peaked open and i began squinting when i saw the bedside lamp next to Peter’s bed was on.
“Peteeeeerrr.” I groaned, shielding my eyes.
“I know i’m sorry i couldn’t sleep.” I sighed, trying to look at the clock.
“What time is it?” I asked. I was still trying to see through the blinding light at what i’m sure was in the early hours of Monday morning.
“It’s three o’clock.” I could hear the disappoint in his voice. I used my arm to lift me up, struggling due to the weak state from my currently awaking body.
“Petey whyyy.” I whined.
“I’m sorry i’m just so needy, i need you baby.” I put my fingers to my temples, finally managing to open my eyes and look at Peter.
“What do you need from me Pete? Tell me.” I said.
“I need you on my cock baby girl, please. I can’t sleep like this. You were pressing up against me and rubbing me while you were sleeping. I couldn’t handle it anymore. It hurts.” He whimpered, pouting his lips. His eyes glistened with fake tears, using his cuteness yet being assertive to get me to give in.
I thought it over, remembering how it always worked on me. My love for him proved to my weakness and i nodded slowly. I quickly put up a finger when he opened his mouth.
I had remembered how i was reading about something, I could sleep and get my much needed rest while he calmed down enough to get some as well.
“Baby, i have an idea.” He looked at me quizzically.
“It’s called uh um-cockwarming, it’s uh-something i read about.” I looked away in embarrassment of what i had admitted.
“Okay basically what it is, is i will lay down. You can slide in, but you can’t move.” I mumbled, hoping he would pick up the meaning.
“But babyyy.” He whined. I shook my head.
“No Pete, if you wake me up at three in the morning for sex, this is my condition. You can do it.” I said, rubbing his arm. He groaned, then attempted to use his adorable puppy-dog eyes on me once more. Once he realized it wouldn’t work this time he slumped his shoulders and gave in.
“Okayyyy.” He groaned. I stood quickly, stripping my (well Peter’s) pajama bottoms from my legs, following with my underwear. I looked up to find Peter pouting but looking me over. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before but it still makes me feel like it’s the first time we had sex and still gives me nervous butterflies.
Peter rushed to strip off his pants and boxers, clearly needing it badly. I finished stripping, leaving the t-shirt that Pete had given me to wear. The bed groaned and creaked when i slid on the mattress again, giving slightly under the weight of both our bodies.
I pulled the covers over my legs, laying down on my side, my previous position before Peter has so rudely woken me. Peter watched me and let me settle into a comfortable position, then slid on his side closer to me. I looked over my shoulder when Peter pulled my legs apart, opening them to give him more space.
I pushed my hips up, allowing him to peek and see where the perfect spot was. His hand that was holding my leg left, moving to clutch his hard on that was dripping. I thanked the lord that i had decided to go on birth control, Peter did not need to be a father at 16 and it saved the time that was wasted when he slid on a condom.
Peter pushed forward, pursing his lips while he centered himself and began sliding his cock into my entrance. He let out a small whimper while he pushed inch by inch into me, letting out a long sigh when he finally bottomed out. I held in a whine of pleasure when i felt him against my most pleasurable spot. I turned my head back and laid it on the pillow, closing my eyes and feeling ready to drift off.
I was prepared to sleep until a slight shift in Peter’s hips made me open my eyes again. I shifted my own hips in response, trying to remain in a comfortable area.
A small whimper hit my ears.
“Petey are you okay?” I asked, stopping my shifting. I felt his hips push forward again, until stopping in one spot. That spot just so happened to be where he had first reached. The spot that made me moan loudly each time we gave each other pleasure.
“So tight, so warm. I don’t know how long i can last without pounding you. Pounding you until you scream my name. Until i make you cum the hardest you’ve ever cum. Fuck Y/N. You’re so hot.” His words made me drip. He knew how his dirty talking got to me. He knew how it affected me when he texted me in the middle of class and told me all the things he wanted to do to me. He knew when he approached me in the hall when everyone else was there and whispered in my ear that i’d better be waiting on his bed naked and dripping by the time he got home that i would always fall into his arms and beg him to take me.
“Pete.” I whimpered. I began rolling my hips, trying not to give in. I wanted to sleep, but now i was so awake, and so horny that i couldn’t if i tried.
“Yes baby girl?” Peter asked, i could tell that he had his stupid smirk that he would get when he knew he was going to get his way.
“Please.” I mumbled.
“Please what? Use your words and tell Daddy what you want.” He said as he leaned into my ear. I felt his fingers brush my naked hips and trail upwards, picking my shirt up. He moved his fingers to my stomach, and pulled me flush against his chest. I moaned when i felt him move deeper inside me and brush against my spot. Peter moved his hand once more, leading itself underneath my shirt and grabbing my breast harshly, his fingertips clutched my hardened nub and twisted.
“Pleaseee.” I whined. He moved closer, releasing my breast and going upwards until he reached my throat. He put his hand around it, putting enough pressure that i felt it barely inhibiting my supply of air.
“Tell. Daddy. What. You. Want” He spoke through a clenched jaw.
“Daddy please fuck me. Pound me daddy please.” I cried. Peter began moving his hips, slowly at first. He heard my whimpers and pleas, but i knew he would hold back. I started pushing my hips back to meet his.
“Daddy can’t resist his baby girl. I can’t hold back any longer.” He groaned, and sped his thrusts up harshly. His hips smacked into my weak but needy thrusts. I was on the brink of tears, holding my moans in.
“Don’t hold your cries in baby. I want everyone to know how Daddy’s making you feel. Let me hear you baby, you always sound so perfect when i’m making you cum.” Peter spoke into my ear. I released a loud sound of pleasure when he thrusted into my spot repeatedly.
“That’s it baby. Let all of New York hear you.” A knot was rapidly building in the pit of my stomach. Twisting and making moans of pleasure come from deep inside me.
“You feel so fucking good baby. You’re so perfect. You fit me like a glove.” He groaned. I whimpered when he tightened his grip on my throat. I was nearing tears, the pleasure i was feeling overwhelming my senses.
“I can’t last much longer Daddy.” I cried while tears started leaking from my eyes.
“I know baby girl. I can’t either.” Peter released my throat and brought his hand to my clit, rubbing it in furious circles.
“Fuck baby girl.” Peter cried. His thrusts were getting sloppier while my walls clenched around him, gripping him like a vice.
“Daddy i need to cum, please Daddy it hurts.”I moaned, tears still falling onto the pillow that my hand was currently ripping in to. Peter heard me, and pressed his fingers hard onto my clit. It was what sent me over the edge. My walls pulsed, releasing and gripping Peter’s cock. I screamed as my body started shaking and my cum sprayed everywhere, dripping down my legs and onto Peter’s cock.
Peter let out a myriad of curses and sounds of pleasure when his hips stuttered to a stop, his cum filling me completely up. I was still shaking roughly as he pulled out, whimpering quietly each time i shook in his arms.
Peter pulled out slowly, i moaned as sensitivity and the feeling of emptiness hit my shaking body.
“Fuck baby you squirted all over me.” He laughed as i turned to him and watched as he licked our juices from his digits. A bright idea sprouted in my mind as i slipped under the covers and brought my face to his still hard and leaking length.
My mouth enveloped his cock and he groaned with sensitivity while i sucked our mixed cum off. After cleaning his cock, i went back to my rightful place beside him, shaking every minute and still recovering from my strongest orgasm.
“Thank you baby girl.” He said, releasing a grateful yawn. I smiled as his arms slid around my waist and he hugged me tightly. I grinned tiredly while i finally drifted back of to sleep and dreamed of our future together once more…