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This will not at all have any rape, underage sex, non-consensual anything. So if you are looking for that, scroll please.

Reading the first installation of this story will give a better understanding of everyones relationship and the plot so far while getting used to how I write different POV’s and scenes, but it is not needed if you just want to read the smut.

Peter Parker in the first story is extremely shy, innocent, and adorably naive.

Peter Parker in this story will be less shy, less innocent (sexually) but still adorably naive, just not as much as before. 

I’m writing his character so he is more confident and bold, both in smut and not in smut.

There will be at least one scene in this story with Thor joining Peter during sex, and Sam joining him during sex. It’s just something I’d like to write and explore, you don’t need to read it if you don’t want to. They will not be dating, but more of friends with benefits. (Everyone in this story in a relationship is Polyamorous)

I hope you enjoy what I write!

In the meanwhile before the first chapter, I have another story starting up with a/o/b dynamics with Peter x Tony x Steve x Bucky again. Again, NO underage, non-consensual sex, nothing like that.

First chapter should be posted by March 26th, 2024 (5:00pm EST)

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Peter punched the sand-filled punching bag, sending it sailing through the air until it smashed into the wall.

He could have sworn Bruce cursed under his breath, “Now, do you believe me?” He sat down on the floor, trying to focus on his breathing as he started to think about the worst outcomes. He could accidentally hurt someone with his strength. What would happen if he was sleepwalking and randomly pushed someone?

“Hey, stop panicking.” Bruce cut through his thoughts. “We’ll figure this out.” He says. “What else has changed? I need to start documenting them.”

“Um, hearing? I can hear more things than I could before. Heartbeats and footsteps, stuff like that. Sometimes It gets overwhelming.” He paused, pulling two small things out of his pocket to show Bruce. “I kind of stole an extra pair of Steve and Bucky’s earring adjusters. It helps a lot.”

Bruce nodded, tapping on his StarkPad.

“I feel like I have more energy. I need to constantly be moving or doing something. It’s harder for me to fall asleep too.” He tells him, remembering the previous night of constantly tossing and turning until Steve basically smothered him to sleep. Not to mention his increased stamina during sex. That was a positive in all of this.

“Okay, do you have any pain? Chest… head?” He asked, watching him intently.

“No, nothing like that.” Peter shakes his head, “I get a lot more dizzy, but I think it’s increased metabolism. Usually I’d not be able to eat more than a normal portion of food, but I’m still hungry after double the amount now.”

Bruce nodded, “I’m going to call Tony and maybe–”

“No!” Peter stood up quickly, “Don’t tell anyone, please.”

“Peter, I have to tell them.” He says, “It might be dangerous. You might be dying.”

“I am not dying. I swear I’m not.” Peter tells him.

Bruce sighs, scratching his head. “Fine, I’ll make a deal. If you are still perfectly fine by Friday, I won’t say anything. Only because I am the reason you are in this situation in the first place.” He mutters a few words under his breath, “Shoulda never let him stay.”

“I heard that.” Peter points out, “Super hearing, remember?”

“Jesus. You’re just as bad as Steve and Bucky.” Bruce ran a hand down his face, “Let’s test your reflexes.”

After three hours of nonstop ‘tests’ from Bruce, Steve had called for him to tend to his ‘sugar-baby life’ as he demanded to cuddle on the couch. He wasn’t complaining, but he just felt like he had too much energy to just lay down for a few hours.

“What’s up?” Steve asks after a few minutes into the show they were watching.

“Nothing, I just– have a lot of energy.” He tells him, leaning back into his side hug.

“You know, we could fix that.” Steve had a suggestive smirk.

He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, please.”

Steve kissed Peter gently, brushing over his silky smooth skin on his shoulder.

“Just start already.” Peter huffed underneath him, lifting his hips to get friction on his neglected prick.

“Hmm, no.” He smiles into his next kiss, lightly licking and biting his neck. “I’m going to take my time and enjoy you all to myself.” Peter pushes up again, this time pinned Steve’s free hand as his other cups his face. “So desperate.”

“Not my fault.” Peter claims, eye dilating when Steve brushed his thumb over his lips, lowering his hand until it rested on his throat.

“Wanna find out if you like breath-play?” He smirks, internally surprised when Peter nods, a whine in the back of his throat. “Tap me if you can’t safeword out.” He tells him, slowly applying more pressure.

He knew to be careful. Steve could kill Peter with his strength if he wasn’t cautious. Peter’s legs tensed up under him, hands instinctively raising to grab at his constricting throat. He stopped putting more pressure, letting Peter adjust or tell him not to do it.

“Keep going.” Peter’s throat vibrated as he spoke, making Steve fight the urge to squeeze with all his strength.

Cuteness aggression existed, he remembered. Maybe it worked with humans too.

Knowing Peter couldn’t handle any more pressure, he kept the same amount while reaching for the boy’s straining dick. He had practically ripped off Peter's pants when he pinned him down to the bed in the beginning, his precious boy fully naked for the taking.

Peter had been squeezing his eyes shut, whimpering softly, even biting his lip a few times to muffle the sounds coming out. When Steve wrapped his hand around his cock, the boy’s eyes flew open. A strangled, “Steve.” Came out of him.

Steve saw the desire in the younger's eyes, and he would gladly give it to him.

He started stroking him.

Slow and steady.

Peter’s hands that now lay beside him gripped the sheets underneath, the urge to finish himself clear as he panted lightly, face redder than before due to the lack of oxygen. Steve watched him intently, making sure he wasn’t going too far.

“God, you’re so beautiful like this.” He murmured, thumbing the slit, precum coating his fingertip. “Leaking already.” He says, increasing the speed of his strokes. Peter’s face pinched as he neared his orgasm. Steve leaned down to kiss him softly on the cheek before overtaking the boy’s mouth, sliding his tongue through the wet warmth.

Peter came undone right then.

His legs jerked and twitched, shaking as his orgasm was rode out while Steve finished pumping his hand on his cock. “Such a good boy.” He whispers to him, “Did so good.” He tells him, letting Peter come down as he takes his hand from his throat. 

Peter had a hand shaped bruise on the delicate skin.

Steve rubbed his cum covered stomach, the small shaking underneath him making him smile. Peter was just so sensitive. “You back with me, honey?” He asks when Peter opened his tear filled eyes.

“Yeah…” Peter’s voice was still soft, “Come ‘ere.” He dragged Steve down, with surprising strength. Steve smiled at him, letting the boy bring him down to his chest before hugging him. Still, even after all these months, Peter was still adorably clingy.

“You okay?” He asks, hand resting on Peter’s side, thumbing it absentmindedly.

Peter nodded, “Uh-huh. I just– wanna lay here for a while.” He tells him.

“Nothin’ wrong with that.” Steve lifts himself, laying back down once he is next to him.

Peter took that as a cue to shift on top of him, half on, half off, resting his head in the crook of his neck. Steve rubbed his back soothingly, smiling to himself.

“I wish I had that on video.”

Bucky was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the frame with an evident smirk.

Steve rolled his eyes, “How long have you been there?” Peter turned his head, face flushed as he realized Bucky had watched them.

“Long enough to know Petey here is a little less vanilla than we thought.” Bucky came over to the side, “Next time, invite me.” He meets Steve’s eye. The clear sign that Bucky was just mad he wasn’t the first one to try breath-play with Peter.

“Snooze, you lose.” Steve grinned, noticing Peter’s face as he watched Bucky sit down next to them.

“Got a question, Pete?” Bucky asked, brushing away Peter’s overly curly hair. It seemed like within the past week they had curled even more, if that were possible.

“Why don’t you join us now?” Peter asks quietly, shifting a little when they don't immediately respond. “Please?”

Bucky met Steve’s eyes again, both having a knowing smirk.

“What are you doing?” Tony asks, pausing from working on his latest project.

“Nothing.”

The man turns to him, “You clearly just tried to bite me.”

“No– No I didn’t.” Peter takes a step away. He did. He just didn’t want Tony to notice. The urge to bite the man still there as Tony gave him a perturbed look.

“I saw you open your mouth, lean over, and almost bite me on the shoulder.” Tony squinted his eyes, “Did you develop a biting kink overnight?” He had a small smirk when Peter blushed and stayed quiet. “All you gotta do is say it, baby.” He pulls Peter towards him, kissing him.

“That wasn’t it.” Peter tells him, “Maybe it was.” He adds when he forced himself to not bite the man. He would need to talk to Bruce about it. “What are you working on?” He changes the topic, gesturing to the hologram chart in front of him.

Tony doesn’t bother him on the subject of his newfound urge to bite him anymore, showing him his new advanced repulsors.

An hour later though, he did successfully bite the man.

“Thanks.” Tony says, not at all affected as he continued his work.

“Sorry.”

Peter was not sorry.