"Peter, are you sure we should be doing this? I mean, it's the middle of the day and Tony could come upstairs at any moment," Y/N whispered, stumbling backwards into the bedroom after Peter had put her down.

He slid his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her neck as he impatiently started kissing her jaw and down to her neck. She was talking too much for him to even try kissing her on the lips. She giggled as he flicked his wrist behind him, shooting webs to the door handle to 'lock it' and pulled her closer to him by her waist.

She hadn't seen Peter this hungry before, for sex and not for food. She knew the kid could eat but this was a completely different type of need, it was if he had been touch starved his whole life. His hands firmly gripped her hips, pushing her slowly back so she'd lie down on the bed.

She giggled again, feeling Peter's teeth graze against her collarbone as he unbuttoned the first few buttons of the pajama shirt she was wearing , leaving a dark and noticeable bruise in a place only he would be able see.

Tangling her fingers through his subtle curls, she tugged on his hair for him to look back at her, pulling his face to hers and kissing him passionately. Peter gently pulled away, holding her bottom lip between his teeth briefly as he continued unbuttoning the rest of her top.

"I'm surprised you've even lasted this long," she taunted, propping herself up on her elbows to look down at him glaring up at her. Her torso now exposed, Peter rolled his eyes and leant down to pepper kisses from her hips up to her chest, lightly running his fingers across her nipples and chuckling as he played with one between his finger and thumb.

"You're going to have to last as long as I do sweetheart, then we'll see who has the stamina," he muttered against her breasts, flicking his tongue against her nipple as she felt a shiver run up her spine.

Y/N already felt a pulsating sensation between her legs, readjusting herself on the bed to hold her thighs together as she slid the open shirt off her arms. Peter hummed to himself as his fingers looped under the elastic waistband of her pants, slipping them off at an excruciatingly slow pace. Fuck proving stamina, she wanted him now.

Walking around the side of the bed and then sitting up against the bed frame, he tapped his hands on his thighs to invite her to straddle him. Only in her underwear, she laughed and shook her head at the fact Peter was still fully clothed, but she still straddled him nevertheless.

"If you want to cum, you'll have to work for it," Peter growled, grasping her breasts in his hands and looking down at them. She inhaled sharply when he moved his leg to make himself more comfortable, realising that the material of his jeans against her thin underwear was brushing against her already pulsating clitoris.

He looked up at her with a smirk, moving his hands to her hips and leaning up to kiss her. She leant forward to meet her lips with his, letting a small whimper escape from her lips as she rocked her hips against his thigh. It felt like the world around them disappeared and the only things that mattered in this moment were each other. He hummed into the kiss, pulling her hips towards him as she slowly rolled her torso to begin riding against his thigh, trying to relieve herself.

Peter knew that if he tried, he would be able to hold off coming for hours, but for her poor sake he would tease her just enough to prove his point. She drifted her lips from his to reattach themselves to his neck, trying not to focus on the throbbing heat between her legs as he chuckled.

He slipped his hand under the material of her underwear, sighing at her when he felt she was already wetter than he had expected.

"Y/N, you're going to have to try better than that, I've barely even touched you," he said deeply, pulling his hand out and causing her pull away from his neck.

"Turn around for me, good girl," he said repositioning her so he was still sitting up against the bed frame but she was facing away from him.

He pushed her underwear to the side as he pushed one of his fingers inside her slowly, causing her to drop her head down and close her eyes.

"No, I want you to watch yourself in the mirror," he said pulling her hair tightly and looking at her in the mirror in front of them. Tony Stark was a conceited man, it wouldn't be like him to not have a vanity mirror in the guest bedroom.

"See how wrong you were about doubting my stamina over yours? You're already wet for me and I'm not even hard yet," he teased, now inserting a second finger inside of her and curling them upwards.

A moan fell from her lips as she looked at Peter in the mirror, seeing him almost unfazed by what was happening. Peter pumped his fingers inside of her but refused to even touch her sensitive clit, knowing he wanted her to last as long as he did.

He pulled his two fingers out and chuckled, rubbing his thumb lightly across his fingertips as they glistened in the light. Without so much as a hint of hesitation, he stared her directly in the eyes via the mirror and moved his fingers to her mouth.

"I didn't expect you to be like this Peter, I'm kind of loving it," she said holding his palm with her hand and slowly sipping her head down to suck on his fingers, tasting herself and seeing him smile behind her.

"This is what happens when you tease me, plus I always feel more confident after getting out of the Spider-Man suit," he chuckled, pulling his hand from her mouth and gripping her hip.

"I teased you? What do you think just happened then? You're the one not letting me get further than a little moan," she whined, turning back around to face him as he laid down.

"Then sit on my face and I promise I'll get you closer," he grinned innocently, putting one of his arms behind his head and looking at her.

Peter was confident and cocky every once in a while in the bedroom. He was right, usually it was after he'd finished being Spider-Man and had a rush of endorphins. Not to say he didn't like being dominant, but he definitely liked to keep it balanced.

She giggled and crawled over him, slowly hovering above him as he run his hands up her thighs. She brushed his hair out of his face before lowering herself closer to his face, Peter kissing her inner thigh before swiped his tongue slowly between her folds.

She moaned his name quietly as he started lightly sucking around her clit, flicking the tip of his tongue against her as her fingers gripped his hair tighter.

He chuckled, the vibration from his voice resonating against her as she inhaled sharply. She pulled his curls tighter, a string of moans leaving her lips as her back arched and the muscles in her torso constricted.

And then Peter stopped.

He pushed her slowly up, causing her to wriggle back and pout at him as he sat back up. Peter chuckled as he kissed her, Y/N whining against his lips.

"You have got to be kidding me Peter," she sighed, pulling away and frowning at him.

"What? I promised I'd get you closer and I did. I didn't say I'd let you cum yet, I'm still clothed Y/N," he laughed watching her pull at the hem of his jumper.

"Then we need to take this all off and you need to fuck me right now," she said almost out of breath, watching him pull his jumper and shirt off whilst she undid the fly of his jeans.

He pushed his jeans down, kicking them off his feet and smirking at her as she started palming him through his boxers.

"Ah-ah, this is about you sweetheart. Ride me," he chuckled, holding her hips and pulling her underwear off of her, before taking his own off.

She was beyond over the edge, his teasing sending her to a state of lightheaded desperation. She knew any touch to her throbbing heat would have made her cum almost instantly, the muscles in her torso throbbing as she lowered herself onto Peter's cock.

They both gasped in unison as she took him wholly, Peter gripping her hips firmly as he finally felt her wet core tighten around him.

"Peter please, I- I can't take this much longer," she said rolling her hips to grind against him, speeding up her pace to match that of his thrusting.

"Not until I say so," he groaned, screwing his face shut as he roughly thrusting upwards into her, the sound of their skin slapping against each other.

She was a whimpering mess, one of her arms holding onto the bed frame above him and the other resting on his shoulder. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder, breathing restlessly.

"Yes Peter, just like that," she moaned, closing her eyes as she felt her climax draw closer.

Abruptly, Peter pushed her off him, telling her to get on her hands and knees. She did as he asked, her legs shaking from the rush of endorphins and feeling weaker by the second.

She could barely even manage to whimper out his name, let alone respond when he asked if she was okay. She nodded and he pushed inside of her, groaning as she took him so well.

Y/N was limp, leaning down onto her elbows and resting her face against the pillow as Peter thrusted in and out of her, moaning her name as he pulled her hips against his cock.

"Now cum for me," he groaned, reaching under her to rub her clit as he slowed his thrusting. Y/N hit her overwhelming climax, orgasming into the pillow and screwing her face up as Peter felt his thrusts become messier with the wetness around him. Her body twitched, the muscles spasming as the build up was so much longer than anticipated.

He pulled out right before he came onto her back, groaning and slamming his hand onto the bed frame for stability. A second spurt of hot cum shot onto her back as he brushed her hair out of the way and down onto her shoulder. Like her, he was in a complete state of euphoria although she was utterly exhausted.

Sitting back down on the bed and running his hand along Y/N's spine, he chuckled at the sight of her still face down on the bed and panting out of breath. It felt as if she could feel her heartbeat pulsating through her core, her clit still sensitive as she came down off her tremendous high.

"You okay?" He whispered, rubbing her back and drawing random patterns along her skin with his fingertips.

Y/N rolled over, her face flushed and with tears in her eyes. She laughed and covered her face with her arms, never before having cried after sex; but never before had she been fucked like this.

"That was a fucking lot Peter, oh my god," she said embarrassed at the fact she'd teared up from such an intense orgasm, her legs still shaking as he pouted and leant down to kiss her.

"I uh, I'm sorry?" He chuckled, stroking the side of her face and smiling.

"No, just- I can't do that all the time," she laughed, wiping under her eyes and apologising for looking like a mess.

Peter laid down next to her, pulling her into his side and stroking her arm as she tried to regain her breath. He kissed the back of her shoulder blade tenderly as she sighed, rolling over to face him.

The bed covers were strewn across the floor, completely messed from their frantic love making. The bedside table lamp had also fallen and it's globe was cracked, much to the surprise to both of them given they didn't notice when it happened. Peter couldn't hold back his smile as he looked around.

"I take it back, you have stamina. Too much stamina."

(A/N: Oh man, I don't think I've written a smut chapter this long or this detailed I'm sorry I haven't really done this before so it's probably not that great lmao y'all I need to stop)