Anon requested: ‘Hey! I just wanted to tell you that I love your writing! I was also
wondering if you could you write an imagine for peter where the reader
teases him in bed? I feel like he’s into being played with, hes a sub
for sure. Bonus points if you can use “we can do this the hard way” and
“I fight dirty.” thanks.’ Words: 1.3k Warnings: Soft-core innuendo.
Also – y’all know better. Don’t be expecting any bumpin’ from me with our soft boy Peter.
“Please,
Peter?” her voice still hanging on to sleep, warm and tickling as she
whispered; fingertips clever as they twirled through the curls resting atop a
still pillow warmed ear. He couldn’t keep the corner of his mouth from quirking
into a lazy grin as he shivered; tiny hairs standing on end, at attention, for
more of her attention, as she moved down the length of his back with smooth,
gentle strokes.
“Time
to get up, sleepy boy,” a warm kiss finds his shoulder; skin igniting.
Her
breaths were soft at his ear, eyelashes tickling at golden cheeks as she leaned
in, and he was full on smiling now as her fingers tap danced over each of her
favorite freckles, “I know you’re hearing me.” A thumbnail traces the curve of
his lips to make her point.
“You’re
a terrible actor, Peter Parker.”
A
laugh escapes from between his lips before he can catch it, so he squeezes his
eyelids together more firmly to make up for it.
“Peter.”
Soft
fingertips now firm as they fight over the comforter, the full weight of her
pinning him as she straddles his legs; bony knees astride the backs of his.
Well-worn
fabric brushes over the bridge of his nose before she manages to tug it down
again, giving up with a huff when he snugs it up around his chin, submersing
himself in what was left of their shared heat before she’d shimmied out from
under the covers.
“Peter.”
“I’m
sorry, Peter can’t come to the conversation right now, please leave a message
between REM cycles;” his voice scratchy, one eye peeks as she laughs; never one to miss an
opportunity to catch her bathed in happiness, even if only through the sheer
curtain of mischievous eyelashes.
Her
laughter bleeds into his chest as she leans forward into him, the heated lines
of her melting into him, filling him up as she always does when her body meets
with his.
She
knows; she feels full, too, always.
And
for moment it’s quiet save for the pull of two pairs of lungs, two hearts, working
in concert; both wide awake but drowsy with the feel of each other.
He
feels her smile, lips pulling at the skin between his shoulder blades as they
curve towards her cheeks.
“You
really have to get up. You promised, remember?”
And
he did, of course he did.
But he loved playing this game with her, too.
“But
I’m really comfortable.”
“I’ll
tickle you,” she threatened weakly, fingers already prodding at his ribs.
“That’s
ok. No problem. Good night.”
He threw in a snore for good measure, eyes crinkling as she sucked her tongue at him in frustration.
“We
can do this the hard way, Parker.” Jaw tensing as he bit down on his cheek
to keep from giggling, doing his absolute best to keep from squirming as her
fingers tickled at his sides.
“The hard way? Is that a challenge,
sweetheart?” She pulled at his waist, motioning for him to roll over. When he
did, her eyes met with his half-lidded ones; delicate eyebrow quirked as she
adjusted her center to rest over his, knees squeezing blanketed hips.
Her
fingers teased at the trail of hair below his belly button, every light touch coaxing more color
to his cheeks.
“I
can fight dirty,” she whispered; he was more focused on the way she moved
against him as she leaned forward for emphasis, suddenly drowning in the heat
of her; lungs heavy and forgetting how to work. He noticed her eyes, how they
lingered on his neck, watching his throat trip over itself as he swallowed.
“Um,
are you trying to get me out of bed
or convince me to stay, because you’re doing a really bad job of the first.”
She
smiled, her lips hovering over the base of his throat, hot breath teasing at
the skin there; his eyes closing fully again, readying himself for the way he
knew it would feel when she crossed that aching sliver of air between her and
him, paving the rest of his body as thickly as she already had, as she was, hips
pressing down, hips rolling as she preyed on his neck.
His hands were seeing themselves to her hips, blazing the trail to her hips.
“Please,
Peter?” Her words and lips feather light as she seared heat into his skin.
He
wasn’t breathing in the room anymore, just holding her in.
Please?
Yes, definitely. Yes.
But
then it was cold, his hands were empty; throbbing, and she was laughing, already half way across the room by the
time he’d released that breath in the shape of a frustrated groan, “Rude.”
“I
warned you. Dirty, Parker.”
“Using
your feminine charms against a poor boy who was just trying to get some much
needed rest,” he mumbled beneath the arm he’d thrown dramatically across his eyes, “You know, being a super hero is hard work, especially in this – ”
“Get
up, Peter.”
“OK,
fine, but later –“
“That
depends on how quickly you get ready now, sweetheart.”
They were both laughing as he tripped over himself, making a show of throwing his clothes on at warp
speed.
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