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You blinked slowly, brain taking a second. “…Me?”
Peter let out a soft laugh and stood up. He walked over to your bed while you were still yapping about something else. Before you could finish the sentence, he leaned down and kissed you. Just like that. Soft and quick, but real.
When he pulled back you stared at him with wide eyes. “Whoa… why’d you do that, Parker?”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little shy but mostly amused. “Because you’ve been talking about ‘guys’ for like ten minutes and every single example sounded exactly like you. Figured I’d help you connect the dots.”
You didn’t even let him finish talking. Your big hand grabbed his waist — those tight, strong hips — and yanked him down on top of you. You kissed him again, harder this time, then again, and again. Peter made a surprised little sound before he kissed you back, hands resting on your chest.
You rolled so he was straddling your lap, still making out heavy. Your hands tugged at his hoodie until you got it off, then his t-shirt. God, his body was insane , lean and ripped with all these weird bruises and scars. But two scars stood out the most: two thin lines right under his pecs.
You pulled back a little, frowning in confusion. “What’re these from? They look kinda… different.”
Peter hesitated, biting his lip. Then he reached down, opened his jeans, and pushed them down with his underwear. No dick. Just a pretty little pussy, already wet and flushed pink.
Your dumb brain took a second, but you just shrugged. “Oh. Cool. Still hot.”
Peter looked relieved and a little surprised. You pulled him back in, kissing him deep while your hands roamed over his body. After a minute Peter broke the kiss, breathing hard.
“Uh… this is kinda unfair,” he said, voice shaky. “You’re still dressed. Can you… take your stuff off too?”
You grinned like an idiot. “Oh yeah, sure.” You sat up and yanked your shirt off, then shoved your shorts and boxers down. Your big football body was on full display — thick muscles, broad chest, strong arms. Your cock slapped against your stomach, heavy and thick, way bigger than average.
Peter’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit… that’s… that’s really big, dude. Like, unfairly big.”
You laughed dumbly, flexing a little without thinking. “Yeah? You like it?”
Peter nodded fast. You climbed back on the bed and instead of kissing his mouth again, you started kissing down his neck, then his chest. You licked over his scars gently, then kept going lower until your face was right between his legs.
You looked up at him, waiting. Peter didn’t say anything. He just grabbed the back of your head with both hands and pushed your face against his pussy.
You started with small licks, tasting him. He was warm and kinda sweet, like cranberry or something. Peter groaned softly, hips twitching. “Yeah… like that…”
You got more into it, licking broader, sucking on his clit, tongue dipping inside. Peter’s moans got a little louder but stayed real — short, breathy sounds mixed with curses. “Fuck… right there— oh shit— don’t stop—”
He’d never come from someone eating him out before. When it hit him, his thighs clamped around your head and he let out a surprised, shaky moan. “Oh my god— I’m— fuck—!”
You kept licking through it until he was trembling and tugging at your hair. You pulled up, face shiny with his slick, and kissed him hard so he could taste himself.
Peter moaned into the kiss, surprised. “Shit… I taste like cranberry?” You grinned against his mouth. “Yeah. Kinda weird but good.” You stroked your thick cock slowly. “Can I put it in? That okay?”
Peter nodded quick, spreading his legs. “Yeah. Please. Just… go slow at first.” You lined up and pushed the fat head against his tight entrance. He was really tight. You sank in inch by inch, groaning low. Peter’s head fell back against the headboard, breathing ragged. “Big… so fucking big… gimme a second…”
When he nodded you started moving — slow and careful at first. Peter relaxed, hands on your arms. “Feels good… keep going…” You sped up, hips snapping harder. The cheap headboard started banging against the wall. Peter’s legs wrapped around your waist, heels digging into your back. His moans were breathy and broken. “Ah— fuck— yes— harder—” You gripped his hips tighter, fucking him deep and fast. Sweat was dripping down your back. You could feel yourself getting close.
In your dumb, horny brain you managed to ask, “Wait… can you get pregnant? Or… can I cum inside?” Peter was completely gone, eyes glassy. He started babbling between moans. “Yes— please— cum inside— fill me up— I want it— please—” That did it. You slammed in hard a few more times and buried yourself deep, groaning loud as you came, pumping him full. Peter made the loudest sound yet — a raw, broken cry that sounded kinda like a horse getting shot, but hot in a sex way — his pussy clenching tight around your cock as he came again.
You both stayed there panting, sweaty, your cock still inside him. Peter’s head rested against your shoulder. Then — knock knock knock.
A loud voice from the hallway: “Hey! RA here! You two need to keep it down! You just woke up eight different people in four dorms!”
Peter’s face went bright red. He buried it in your chest, mumbling, “Oh my god… the whole floor heard us.” You just laughed dumbly, still catching your breath. “Sorry, dude… but that was awesome.” Peter peeked up at you, that sarcastic little smile coming back even though he was embarrassed. “Yeah… it was. But next time we’re definitely using my bed. And maybe a pillow over my face.” You grinned wide. “Deal, Parker.”