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Buckle up, Mid-Fuck

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck! Here are some optional prompts, if you want 'em.
Keep going and finish the act.
Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
Have fun!

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[ okay, maybe he's been just a little backed up.

it's been a while! he has other things on his mind, of course he does, and it's not like he's only with her for the physical. god no. if he was, well, would he have picked a girl from another reality, one that he could only see sometimes? he was a luckless sap sometimes, but he wasn't that out and out masochistic - he was pretty sure, anyway. and gwen was, well, amazing. she was funny and clever and sassy, she challenged him and pushed him, and she could keep up with him, too, whether it was climbing walls or fighting over the last potsticker or anything else.

she was, in a word, perfect.

and maybe that was why, when he actually has the opportunity to show her, to appreciate her, to drown himself in her? he has to. he just has to. she's everything that he could ever want, and here, now, in this moment where there's going to be no troubles, no work for him, no calls for her, no supercriminals making interruptions - he just has to make it happen. to sate himself.

besides, it's just so much fun to see her lose it. to see her pushed to the breaking point, her legs spread as wide as possible - and boy, does he love how flexible she is - pinned down around them. there's nothing she can do, really, unless she actually wants to fight him, and it doesn't seem like she does. not when she's trembling, not when he can feel her squeezing around him, driving him wild, too.

he can't help smirking down at her. he kisses the back of her hands when she covers her face, and her forehead, and if the movement makes him grind inside of her, well, that's just a coincidence, isn't it? ]

'Please,' what?

[ there's a throatiness to his voice that may or may not be on purpose. ]

You tapping out, Gwen? [ his hips twitch back, cock slowly threatening to slide out of her, and it doesn't feel like she wants to let him go, not really. which is just as well, since he pushes himself back in, deep, all the way. ] Or do you still want more?

[ if her laugh sounds more like a grunt, it's only because that kiss to her forehead when she's so out of her mind was very charming, but the fact that he found a way to press deeper into her was more than a little overwhelming. she squirms under him, even though she knows she won't be going anywhere, only stilling when she feels him pull back just that small bit. she's predictable, breath catching in her throat with a ready protest, but it gets shoved from her lungs once he fucks back into her again.

she shakes her head because no, she's not tapping out, she'd never tap out. she reaches up to hold his face in both of her hands, and although she had full intentions to just drag him into another kiss instead of answering, she does end up only gazing up at him for a moment. it's the kind of gazing that happens when she's feeling so good she can't really put it into words, but she doesn't want him to miss it, doesn't want to risk him not knowing that he's on his way to successfully taking her apart the same way they both always seem to when they get this kind of time together. eventually she lifts up and pulls him down enough to kiss him hard, but only once her impatience gets the best of her, and if her teeth pull at his bottom lip a little harder than she might normally, it's only because he's got her so riled up. it's his fault, obviously. he got her to this point. she sucks that same spot on his lip softly after, like that might make up for it.

although it's all intentional anyway, those bites that are harder, hands gripping tighter than they should. ways to leave behind little reminders for when they have to go back into the fray, when she's back home and can't kiss him like this. it's always hard not to think about that, the fact that eventually she'll have to go back to her world, or that their cities can't go very long without their spider-totem stepping in, but she's learned it's better that they don't talk about it when they've still got the whole night ahead of them. but she knows he can probably read into each and every mark and bruise she leaves behind, the same way she knows how to read into his. maybe they don't have to talk about it, ever, if they find ways to hold each other over until they next time they can be together. that's healthy, right?

her body rocks against his, as much as she can, once, twice, before she settles her upper body back flat on the bed again, her hands sinking back into his hair to grip tight ]

More. More. [ she laughs, breathless, her feet kicking even though she still really can't go anywhere ] You haven't beaten me yet, Parker.

[ maybe she is just a bit predictable. he can see it on her face, that she doesn’t want him to stop, ready to protest, to argue, to fight if she has to so that she can get more of what she wants. but then, she doesn’t have to worry about that. he wants her, too. he needs her, and he can’t stop now, no matter how much fun it is to tease her.

then again, he always wants her, so what else is new?

slightly less predictable are those hands on her face. he thinks that kiss is coming, knows it is, so it surprises him a little when she stops. when she just looks at him, staring into his eyes, and he stares right back, feeling his heart hammer in his chest, feeling a warmth spread through him that has nothing to do with the heat of exertion or the pleasure pulsing in the pit of his stomach. it’s a heat that even now he struggles to put a name to, if only because their… unique relationship makes it hard. she’s going to have to go back, to her world. will always have to go back, just like he has to stay here. it isn’t fair. and it hurts. but that’s a hurt that they can worry about later. for now he just listens to the heat, and the warmth, and the closeness, and knows that they have hours yet together. to spend however they might want.

then the kiss comes, and he meets her hungrily. he’d tangle his fingers in her hair if he wasn’t busy holding her legs open, so he kisses her back with twice the fervor to make up for it. a hiss escapes him at that little bite, and he answers it by digging his fingers in just a little harder against her thighs, and grinding his hips forward with almost aching force against her body. they’ll both be sore in the morning. wrung out, like they’d just done ten rounds with a goblin. ]

Nah? Then I’ll just have to keep going. [ and he will. he draws his hips back again, and this time it’s to fuck into her properly, starting up a steady, heavy beat, the sound of his thighs slapping against her ringing out in his little apartment. ] I’m not stopping until you beg me to, tonight…

[ she groans, open-mouthed and filthy into their kiss, because he's grinding into her and she can't fathom how the movement makes her feel more full than she already did, but it does. or maybe she's just feeling so much right now that any kind of movement is making her feel a little wild, makes her tense up around him enough that she feels too tight for him. either way, she isn't given that much more time to try and wrap her head around how good he feels pressed so deep inside her because in the next moment he's pulling back, and it takes some serious effort not to fist both of her hands in his hair too roughly before she gets enough sense to slide one of her hands to the back of his neck to grip there instead, while the other ends up gripping at the pillow behind her. she might have learned how to control her abilities a long time ago, but she has limits, okay, and mindlessly clawing at the pillow is a much better option than mindlessly clawing at peter. she only likes to be mindful when clawing at peter, there's a difference.

if her eyes look a little glassy as she watches him, it's only because her body kind of feels like its on fire and because sometimes it's actually very overwhelming that the same guy who found a way to make science pick-up lines endearing and burned pizza rolls taste appealing is also capable of making his version of cocky look hot because he's fucking her so hard she can't see straight. "nah?" how dare he?

she makes a couple attempts at running her mouth, but it all gets drowned out by the moans that are way more insistent about being vocalized than her actual words.

still, she can't imagine ever actually begging him to stop, but she's pretty damn sure he knows that. so instead- ]

Better not stop. Not allowed t'stop until you're- [ shit, talking is hard ] Until you come for me. [ she grins, for a second, before she ends up moaning again, eyes rolling back as she arches against him, as much as she can with the way he's holding her down. ] Fuck, and I bet you're so ready to, huh? I'm not the only one aching for it. Please, baby, I wanna feel it. [ maybe she isn't actually physically capable of turning the tables on him, but maybe she can a little bit, with the right words. maybe. she's trying. ] And don't you dare pull out-

[ would he even notice if she clawed at him now? and, better question, would he even care? he's not sure that he would, could, not when she feels so good, not when everything about her is driving him absolutely wild. he's managed to stay in control so far through sheer force of will if nothing else, but damn, if she doesn't drive him absolutely up the wall in all the best kinds of ways. there are times, plenty of times, where all she has to do is look at him the right way and he's hers, or pull his hair, or pin him down, and he'd gladly do just about anything she wants.

it's only fair to turn the tables every now and then, right? right. besides, she likes it.

there's no way she could argue otherwise, after all. not with how she's moaning, begging wordlessly for more. he fucks her harder, faster, leaning heavily over her body so that he can keep her pinned back and open just how he wants her. so that he can fill her deep, and hard, and get every bit of pleasure possible.

he knows she could never beg him to stop, not here and now especially, so instead she does - that. talks to him on that sinfully throaty voice that's like fire in his blood, the way she gets when she's horny out of her mind. the way that makes him want to melt. that she wants to feel him, inside of her, and oh, he does want it, can feel it boiling and pounding at the base of his spine, and the base of his skull. maddening. ]

Fuck, Gwen... [ because it's not fair and he needs it, and he needs her. he moves even closer, his hands sliding up to the underside of her knees, almost bending her double as he leans over her to hammer in again and again. neither of them are going to be able to move after this. ] That's not - fair. [ and to stop her from teasing him any more, he lunges in to kiss her again, deep and messy and wild, moaning against her lips as he ruts against her, right up until the edge. until he can't resist her any longer, and he comes, hard, body trembling and voice breathless as he empties himself inside of her. ] Fucking hell...

[ she stretches more than willingly under him as his hands find a new grip behind her knees, although she barely has a chance to bask in the fact that she pushed his buttons in the right way to get him to hold her down like this before her orgasm is rushed along with a new intensity. and it's not just the sudden change in the angle that he's fucking her that shoves her over the edge, but having him that much closer does for sure, too. it always will. being able to try all kinds of weird positions because of their crazy strength and flexibility is certainly a bonus of their particular relationshhhhhthing, but she'd be lying if she tried to say she favors any kind of position that doesn't keep them face to face. she loves watching him too much, and kissing him-? well, it's especially amazing like this, when she's a little blissed out of her mind, but not enough to make her miss out on enjoying that filthy perfect time between the start of her orgasm and feeling him use her to chase down his own until he's right there with her.

there's a few long moments where the details of things are blurry for her, because gwen will apparently never be able to handle feeling peter's lips against hers as he comes inside her, but at some point her hands moved to hold his face again, then sunk into his hair, until eventually her arms are just looped around his neck as if she could drag him in even closer somehow. although right now it honestly might be a thinly veiled defense mechanism too, because she'll never beg him to stop, but she knows there's no way in hell she could handle much of anything besides a long, messy afterglow moment, so maybe the clinging is actually just her trying to trap him right there. who's to say? eventually her kisses move from his mouth to his cheek, his chin. wherever they happen to land once she tips her face to hum happily while she catches her breath.

and even though she's pretty sensitive at this point, she's not actually in any kind of rush to move or change their positions yet, because it's the good kind of sensitive. the kind she could probably get a little dizzy with if she actually let herself get there, but that would also require a lot more focus than she's willing to give right now. so even when he does happen to let go of her legs, she'll just end up curling up around him in whatever way requires the least amount of effort for the most comfort, while also keeping him as close as possible. because above everything else, that's probably the number one priority right now. to just- keep holding on tight.

and to keep giving him tiny but very persistent kisses along his jaw. that seems to be a priority at the moment, too. ]

Mmh, that was a good one. [ it's her teeth that find his skin this time, gentle, on his neck ] I'd give you a high five but I don't think my motor skills are up to the challenge just yet.

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