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Can I request Andrew’s Peter Parker x Top!Husband Male reader who’s a virgin?

It’s their wedding night and They’re having sex together for the first time as Husband & Husband. And y/n doesn’t have any experience at all so there’s this mentor/protégé dynamic where Peter’s guiding him on what feels good/how fast to thrust/where to touch him, and there’s communication from both sides.

Y/n is really amazing at fucking Peter & it’s really romantic. And like not mean at all?

Can you include riding & missionary, belly bulges, lots of kissing and I love you’s, embracing each other, and holding each others hand while they cum together/around the same time?

I don’t think I put it in the beginning but can you make this around post-nwh? he’s so hot

I just got another idea omg can I be known as🕷 Anon please?

honeymoon | tasm!peter parker x male!reader

pairings: tasm!peter parker x male!reader

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI! 

word count: 1.8k+

an: im so sorry it's taken me literally two to three months to write this omg,,, also i didn't proofread it so rip any typos

you and peter met in a bar.

you, the practically brand new (but nobody could tell, he promised) barista sat with him while he went over himself. he drunkly explained his life worries to you. looking back, with how much he over shared you're surprised he didn't spill his spider-man-ness right then and there.

he explained how he was so excited about his experiences with the multiverse, about how he was now worried about his other, younger him and how well he was doing, and about where he would take his life from here.

you thought this man was a crazy alcoholic. multiverse? other him? you cut him off for drinks after his stories.

but you still listened. and you wore a smile that lit the room brighter than anyone else's. and by the end of the night, when peter was finally sobering up and getting ready to make his way home, peter took his coat back off and sat back down.

"what about you?"

you were so taken aback by his interest in you. but you shared nonetheless. how this was your second job, and you liked it significantly more than the old navy you worked at for your day job. how you felt similar to him, in the sense that you didn't really have a big goal and was just kind of floating through life. but you enjoyed it anyway. you weren't stressed about the lack of guide, you enjoyed it.

and that's when peter knew you were the one.

and now, a year later, married on the anniversary of the day you met, you and peter were a giggling, drunken mess.

tripping your way to the hotel bed, you both had your lips practically glued together. tongues swirled and fought in each others mouths. peter haphazardly fought the buttons on your shirt, your jacket having been lost somewhere along the way.

"are you ready?" peter got out in between kisses, wanting to be sure of your comfort before he stripped you of the white fabric (even though the hunger in your kisses, much more than he's ever seen from you before, practically spoke for you).

you hummed a confirmation and a small nod, not wanting to remove your lips from his. "i'm not - i don't know-know how," your small words were hesitant, full of embarrassment even though peter already knew very well of your inexperience.

"yeah, yeah, that's okay!" he smiled, pulling your head into his hands to look at you properly. the dimmed lights reflected off your worries filled eyes. "we can go slow, okay? anything you want,"

his words filled your stomach with warmth, a soft smile.

peter unbuttoned your white shirt with ease, running his puckered lips along your chest and neck once removed. he sprinkled kisses up and down your throat.

your closed eyes took in his gentleness, while you fumbled with his own shirt, then moving on to his too-tight-for-comfort dress pants.

peter guided you down to the bed once you both removed your clothes. peter massaged your dick, mixing the spit in his hand with the precum that slowly leaked from you. he lathered and licked your dick, a small smile played at his swollen lips.

your stuttered breath balled in your stomach, jumping for more.

you grabbed the hand that sat on your dick, pulling it away, and him up to you more.

"is this okay?" you whispered.

"yes, please," his greedy response groped at your brain.

peter, cheeks already red with hunger, grew warmer as you moved him. the pure primal guidance that you ensued over him, rather than the gentle, overly thoughtful movements your normally participated in.

you leaned back and peter helped line himself up with you.

your hand held your throbbing cock under him. as peter lowered down slower than you've ever seen anyone move, you took the chance to rub the tip of your dick against his asshole, a sad attempt at wetting his entrance.

the rippled skin pulled at your sensitive tip in the best of ways, it took everything in you not to shove yourself into him right then and there.

"d-don't you need to be w-wetter, or something?"

peter smiled at your words, nodding and humming a yes. he lightly held your hand, asking if you would do the honors.

you shoved your middle and ring finger into his mouth. peter's tongue sucked on your fingers. he thoroughly doused them in his spit, a string of it hanging on to his lip as you pulled your fingers out of his mouth. you groaned quietly at the sight of him: wet mouth, dick growing quicker and quicker despite not being touched yet. it nearly rubbed against your own stomach. you wanted it to, secretly.

you rubbed your wet fingers along his hole, teasingly applying enough pressure to slip only but a knuckle or two in. his breath stuttered any time your fingers snuck their way in.

"it's good, it's good," he finally breathed out. "i'm ready."

once again, your hand held the base of your dick, readying yourself for the pressure of his body. you flicked your tip against it a couple more times, worrying at the fact that you could probably cum right now without even touching him.

"ready?" peter asked. you nodded. he tisked with a smile. "you gotta say it, sweetheart."

"yes, i'm ready."

"for what?"

"t-to fuck you good,"

and peter gave in to gravity, loud moans escaping his throat as the tip of your dick entered his body. "oh fuck," he moaned your name.

"i-is it-,"

"yes, god, it's perfect."

he fell down little by little, a melody you didn't think you'd ever hear graced your ears with each inch of you that he engulfed. you drowned in the pool between his cheeks that was filled with love and admiration for one another.

you couldn't get a noise out at the feeling of him despite wanting to do so. even when you noticed the outline of your own dick in his stomach staring back at you, you couldn't manage to express the absolute lust you felt.

and peter began to move after asking for permission ("can i go faster?" and then a small yes from you).

he was slow at first.

then faster.

and faster.

you observed the bulge in his stomach, running your fingertips lightly over the bump. you watched it disappear and come back, and you held in to the feeling of your tip hitting his walls any time you saw the bump come back out at you.

peter moaned at the feeling of you in him, bouncing up and down on you. his movements were small, but apparently enough for him.

you weren't going to say you didn't feel it: the magical tightness of his ass around your cock. the dragging of him against every inch of your dick. but the anxiety of being the best for him overtook and clouded your mind.

peter noticed this, of course. your silence was something he needed to rid of. he yearned for you filling his ears and ass.

"c'mere," he breathed, leaning over. he wrapped his arms under yours, and you instinctively wrapped yours around him. "get on top of me," he whispered in your ear. his hot breath stroked your ear and traveled into your brain, swirling and dizzying you.

you listened immediately. peter had the urge to laugh at the urgency in which you flipped the two of you, but refrained for your sake.

"now, just go," he whispered, still not letting go of you, keeping his head in your neck, mouth near your ear. your arms sat on either side of his, keeping you from falling into him.

you listened to peter, beginning to rock your hips back and forth, rather slowly.

"like this?" you quietly squeaked in between thrusts.

"yeah, just like that baby," peter huffed in your ear, enjoying your gentle cautiousness. "you're so good, baby, i love you so much,"

you wanted to reply but your focus got the best of you. little breaths began to escape your lips, ones he may have missed if you weren't as close to his ear as you were.

peter ran kisses along your neck, fingers running along your back, enjoying the feeling of you reaching every inch of him.

but he needed more.

"faster, babe, can you go faster?" peter mumbled into the skin of your neck.

you immediately picked up the pace, "how's that?"

"beautiful, baby, you don't even know," peter moans grew and the music in your ear was booming.

your pace continued to quicken as you finally let yourself enjoy the process as well. your low whimpers of pleasure reached peter's ears, earning a chorus of profanities and lewd cries of joy.

he pleaded for you, calling your name, "cum with me, baby, i need you," he breathed in your ear. peter continued to plead while you repeated 'okay's' and 'yeah's' in his ear, quiet little moans seeped their way into the syllables.

a warmth of love found it's way to your stomach and began creeping down into your dick. you instinctively went to grab peter's, stroking it and lapping your thumb sloppily over his sopping tip.

his moans pulsated with each thrust you gave, and you couldn't hold it in anymore as peter nearly screamed, "fuck me up, baby, you're so good!"

peter's arms gripped around your back tightly as if he'd lose you if he let go. your hand that you had been using to hold your self up fell down under his neck. your lips finding the crook of his neck and attaching themselves there, burying your moans into his pulse.

your cum filled him as you held him. you felt the warmth pool around and lather his insides thoroughly as you continued to fuck your way through your orgasm.

peter's spilled into your hand, dripping on to his stomach. the closeness of your bodies allowed for it to be smeared onto your torso as well.

peter's lust filled moans slowly turned in to breaths of recovery and your legs seemed to fall limp with your dick. you pulled yourself out of him, whiteness covering your dick and leaking out of his hole along his skin.

peter eyed you dreamily as he laid to catch his breath. he admired how you were unsure what to do with all of the fluids you to had released.

your hand covered in his cum, you did the only thing that felt fair: you met peter's eyes which had been trained on you, and licked your hand clean. a moan left peter's lips as he watched the tip of your tongue dance along and pick every bit of him up along with it.

you watched his dick twitch, bringing your attention back to his tainted body.

you shakily moved your head over his torso. licking his stomach clean of himself, and finishing your tongue dance over his dick.

you wrapped your mouth around his limp dick and spun your tongue over it. his hand found your hair, gripping it between his finger, moaning at the sight of you. the shlopping sound of you releasing him from your mouth once more made him drag you to lay next to him, skin to skin.

"if you hadn't done such a good job fucking me senseless i might have suggested a round two."