Steamy Scenes - Tumblr Posts

Imagine the third movie of the bayverse boys is made, and our local theaters are packed full of mostly fangirls, and the backrow is full of guys, and during the film, we see one of the turtle boys getting some sexy steamy action with his love interest. Like literally shown! No shadowey silhouette, full out show EVERYTHING!! Watching that turtle boy fuck a girl's brains out, and hear him moan, and getting to see how big that turtle dick is! OMG just imagining the reactions!! Mmmmm!!!: 😍😍

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For you my dear, here is some professor Peter Parker goodness.

You were just visiting Peter in his office, fully intent on dropping off his lunch, like any good spouse would. Sure, you were hoping for a kiss or two (or three). Sure, you wore the pale yellow sundress he loved so much. It was hot outside, in your defense. You truly didn't mean to start anything.

Alright, that wasn't entirely true.

You weren't complaining, your ass on his desk, legs wrapped around his waist. The door to his office was locked, though the possibility of someone knocking lurked in your mind.

The idea turned you both on, the possibility someone would stumble upon the university's physics professor fucking his wife in his office.

"Gotta be quiet," He whispered against your lips, his hips desperately meeting yours. Peter's thrusts were fast, hard, sloppy. You whined upon feeling the head of his cock brush against the spot that made you see stars.

"I'm-I'm trying," you groaned, fingers finding purchase in his dark locks.

"I know, can't help it, can ya?" His chuckle was dark, sending a thrill up your spine, "Fuck, you're s'pretty, taking me."

You tighten the hold your legs have around his lithe waist, as if you think he'll leave you.

"Not going anywhere baby," Peter reassures you, "Not until I fill you up."

His teeth nip down your neck, finding a home along your collarbone. A large hand snakes up your body, kneading your clothed breasts.

Your lips are pressed against his temple. All you can do is cling onto your husband as he continues to pound into you.

"P-please," You whisper, "Want it s'bad."

"Yeah? You wanna walk out of here, dripping with me? Is that it?" As much as you loved your sweet husband, you loved when he got like this.

All you can do is nod, too busy feeling overwhelmed by his cock, how it was brushing against that sweet spot over and over again.

"C'mon then bug. Make it happen."

The coil in your stomach that had been tightening snapped, your walls clenching his cock as your body slumped forward, hips irrationally thrashing against Peter's.

Peter moans against your skin, his own high releasing just from feeling yours.

The office is no longer filled by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, instead replaced by heavy panting as you two processed what just happened.

"Took us two years, but your desk is finally christened," You chuckled.

Peter laughed, his warm amber eyes finding yours.

"I think I have tissues somewhere," he said before placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I hope so, wouldn't want your students to just sneeze into the air," You teased.

A boyish grin appeared on his face, "C'mon bug, I'm known as the messy Professor, not the dirty professor."

"You're my dirty professor." The eye roll from Peter was worth saying the corny line.

"Oh my God, get out."

"Nah, you don't have office hours for another thirty minutes Tiger."