bakerstreet | May-December

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May-December

MAY-DECEMBER ROMANCE

A May-December romance is any where there is a larger than average age difference between the partners involved. Sometimes this is met with disapproval, sometimes it is arranged, sometimes it is abuse of power, and other times it just happens and it's no one's fault or doing. This meme focuses on those relationships.

- Post with your character, preferences, and note their ages (or an estimate if no canon age is given).
- Please don't forget to note how much of an age gap you're comfortable with!
- Look around, tag. Have fun! Make up a scenario or make use of the prompts below.

beginning
1. confession - you've just confessed your love. How is it received?
2. coerced - they have more power than you and you have no choice but to go along.
3. arranged - this was an arranged union and may not have had anything to do with your choosing at all.
4. secret - it would be forbidden or frowned upon, but you can't resist...

middle
1. difference - does the age difference make things difficult?
2. domesticity - just a day in the life...
3. experience - one of you has more experience than the other, but at least they're eager to teach.
4. argument - you're fighting for one reason or another.

end
1. breakup - things aren't working.
2. discovered - your forbidden secret has been found out and judged.
3. another - one of you has fallen in love with another.
4. happily ever after - against all odds, you've made it work.

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"Then consider me up for round two," he said, smiling up at her. While his mind was still spinning his body was ready and eager. Whether it was just an 18 year old having his dream come true or the super powers it was impossible to say. Either way he hadn't become all that soft and just talking about it was getting him completely hard again. "And you're going to teach me what you like, right? Everything you like?"

"Maybe not everything. That's a long lesson. But... I like this right now." She lifted up, leaning over him and watching him as she tightened her inner walls around him, squeezing him from the inside. "I like the way you feel. And yeah, Pete, I amend this to being a 'big' problem."

"Eventually everything," he said, the last word coming out a bit strained as she clenched around him, suddenly everything becoming even tighter. Peter groaned and rocked his hips upward even as he flushed at the compliments. He liked the way she felt too, how she took him completely in and pressed herself against him. "Well it's your big problem now."

"For tonight." She didn't want to give him any false ideas. Didn't want to think that herself, because thinking of things she couldn't have that maybe a small part of her wanted... that would just kill the mood.

Instead, she drew herself up a little further, then raised one dark brow at him. "Now I want you on top. I want you to fuck me. Think you can manage that?"

Peter watched her straighten a bit with that expression that bordered between worship and hunger. The momentarily satiated feeling that had come with his orgasm began to quickly fade with little pinpricks of desire creeping through him. Almost of their own his hands reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples sharply before sitting up to give her a heated kiss.

Pulled back he wrapped one arm around her before rolling and tucking her so that when she landed on the bed he was over her, groaning as the moment pressed his cock deeper into her.

“I want to fuck you so hard, Jessica,” he said, rolling his hips a bit as he said it. “I want to make you come. Make you feel amazing. Feel how badly I want you.”

"Don't make promises you can't keep, kid. Just... be here." She slid her hands up over his chest, around his shoulders, sliding one into his hair to draw him down so she could graze her lips over his. "Just have fun. Feel good. Make me feel good. That's what this is supposed to be."

"Okay. I can do that," he murmured as he kissed her. The light pressure of her lips feeling so good in contrast to the heat and intensity the rest of him felt. He tried to calm himself down a bit, to not let all of this run away from him so fast he didn't actually feel it and enjoy it.

"That's what I want," he said, rocking his hips forward a bit, the action almost involuntarily in response to her touch. It seemed like everything felt so much better, even her touch, while he was in her. "Just want to make you feel good."

Her hands around around to his back, short nails digging in lightly, dragging down along his skin until she could grip his ass. "Trust me, Parker. I feel good." It has hard not to, not with him looming over her, in her, that look of eager pleasure scored into his face. All she could hope was that whatever happened tonight didn't fuck him up too badly for his future.

Right then Peter didn’t care if this would mess him up for the future although he supposed it might. This felt so good, Jessica felt so good, that he could easily see no other sex living up to this since he had nothing else to compare it to.

“You- you still feel amazing,” he said with a groan as her nails dig into his ass. He pulled almost all the way out of her and the absence of Jessica’s pussy almost agonizing before he thrust back into her, burying his cock deep into her.

She almost told him not to draw back, that absence of his body in hers making her squirm, and then... "Oh, god." She tipped her head back, thighs clutching tightly around him as she pulled him in. She felt that depth, that exuberance of him filling her and she needed... him. God, she wanted it, needed that almost-pain that came from having someone with the same strength, with more strength pounding into her. Someone she couldn't hurt.

God, don't let her hurt him.

Okay. Okay that was a good thing, that was definitely a good thing that he'd done. Peter couldn't help but watch her intently, pleased smile on his face as she reacted to that. He did it again, that slow drawing back before thrusting in again. Only this time Peter did it a bit harder, wanting to know if that's what she was looking for or not. She'd been so slow and rhythmic with him but he was pretty sure that was so that it would be drawn out for him.

Peter wanted to know what felt good for her though. He wanted to learn the best way to please her and read her reactions. It wasn't so that he could be some amazing lover that he could brag about. Peter just wanted to make Jessica feel good.

Harder wasn't bad, but that's not entirely what she wanted just then. She lifted her head, a hand moving to his hair to drag his head down so she could bite at his lip. "Faster," she groaned, arching her hips up to lift them both up off the bed, feeling that press of him filling her. It almost stung, but in that wonderful, heated way that she couldn't ever quite explain properly.

The bite to his lips stung but in a weirdly good way, like the sharpness of her teeth on his lip was the perfect contrast to the wet heat of her surrounding his cock. When she groaned and asked for faster Peter could have kissed her because that was exactly what he wanted; direction and feedback. Peter would have done anything at all for Jessica, she just had to ask it. Or, because it was Jessica, demand it.

His hips started to move faster, his thrusts a bit more shallow but coming over and over again with a pace that continued to build. Their bodies crashed together and Peter was sure that if Jessica had been a normal human he would have been seriously hurting her. He was grateful that wasn't the case though because it felt so good to fuck her faster, the speed making the friction even better as he said her name like a curse for making him feel so good.

Her leg hooked over his waist, pulling him in, body wrapping around his as she rocked up to meet him, keeping pace with that faster, harder plunging into her that had her reaching up to grip onto the metal bar of her headboard. "Fuck," she whispered, breathing it out with each thrust, getting louder with each one until she was screaming up against the ceiling, the last 'fuck' ending with a strangled scream as she felt herself clenching around him as she came. The metal of the bars bent, dimpling with her grip into the shape of her fingers before she let it go.

Peter watched Jessica with a sort of incredible fascination as they fucked faster and faster. Peter could feel his own orgasm building again already and he bit the inside of his cheek to distract himself, watching as Jessica's body reacted more and more to what they were doing. When she gripped the bed and changed the angle just a bit it was almost too much. She seemed completely taken away by what they were doing, like everything else had been rushed away by how she was feeling right then. When she came, screaming and clenching around him Peter felt himself come to. He didn't even know if she would feel it, not the way their bodies had been thrusting against each other, but he felt himself spill inside her again, hips still moving and driving into her as fast as possible to milk as much pleasure from her orgasm as possible.

"Jesus," she panted as she slumped on the bed, hand lifting to push her hair out of her face before she opened her eyes to see the glazed over look on Peter's face. It made her laugh, and she pushed at him. "Get off before you fall over."

"I'm pretty sure I did just get off," he said, laughing as he flopped down next to her as she pushed him. He felt amazing. Spectacular. Sensational. Probably the best he'd ever felt in his life. No, definitely the best he'd ever felt in his life.

"You look incredible when you're coming."

She snorted at him, feeling him land beside her and not shifting to move away. He could lay against her. He'd earned that much. She was hot and had a light sheen of sweat over her, but the heat of his body against hers was something for her to focus on. To ground her as she felt those lingering tingles spread out. "For future reference, Parker, make sure you have a condom on you. Not all your hook-ups might be on birth control." Because of course that hadn't come up, but hey, she was educating him, right? Right.

Peter rolled onto his side so that he was facing her, grin still on his face. Everywhere they touched still sent little traces of pleasure through him although they were less needy than they had been before he'd come twice. Reaching out to run his fingers through her hair just so he could touch more of her he made a bit of a face when she mentioned the condom.

"Ouch, yeah. I guess considering my 'it would never happen in a million years' scenario happened I should probably do that."

"Consider it a smart move. You're growing up, Petey. Maybe some damsel you save will feel like repaying you in a more interesting way." She smirked at him, prodding his shoulder.

“Uh, that will not be happening,” Peter said, laughing a bit as she shoved him. Because there was no way he was sleeping with someone he didn’t know. As amazing as sex was, and it was really amazing, he wasn’t sure he’d be comfortable doing it with a stranger.

“If someone tries I’ll just have to find someone to help be blow off some steam,” he said, reaching out to thread his fingers through hers before rolling on top of her and pinning her hands above her head. “Know anyone who’d be interested in that?”

He moved quickly. She'd almost forgotten about that, but then he was over her, pinning her hands down and she gave a small tug, testing his grip. "I don't know. I could put out an ad online. 'Who wants to help Spider-Man lay some eggs'? Think anyone would bite?"

"Probably a bunch of crazy people that would take it literally," Peter said, leaning in to nip at her neck for the comment before sucking at it. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't leave a mark on her, even as exciting as marking her was it wasn't something he was going to do without permission. The idea of it though got him more than a little hard.

She tugged at her hand again, using her legs to wrap around his side as she was unable to get them free. "This the part where the webbing comes out? Better not be from your ass, Parker."

“Is that what you want? Arms pinned above your bed but my hands free?” Peter asked. If she needed to get free of the webbing she could just rip it off the wall but he’d rather not damage her apartment if necessary. He liked the idea of webbing her but he wouldn’t want to do it without permission.

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Sorry for the holdup. It was canon rewatch and app writing night.

That's alright! I hope it went well!

It did indeed =)

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