“I’d never get your outfit all dirty, I mean, unless you made me get it all dirty like this morning,” Peter then grinned and sighed as she sucked on his neck. Fingers moving down over the curve of her ass to give a rather firm squeeze before shaking his head as she pulled back, giving her a look, “I’m beginning to think you just like sucking on me. Which would sound incredibly weird if it wasn’t a little bit hot. Okay, more than just a little bit…”
He then blinked, “No. No bat signals, it ruins my rep. Also, I’m not going to Rutgers. I don’t even know what their curriculum is like. You’ll just have to text me during class.”
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“Ri-ight, like you’ve never fantasized about a hot cheerleader on her knees blowing you,” Effie teased, giggling. She then blinked, looking down at him, her eyes wide and innocent. ‘I like sucking on a lot of things...popsicles...lollipops...Peters…”
Rolling her eyes, she laid back down against him. “Relax, I wasn’t going to do it..and you have no rep. Spidey has a rep, you do not, so pth!” she said, blowing a raspberry against his nipple. “Will you at least come to the games and watch me cheer?”
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“My goodness, Effie, you’ve got quite the dirty little mind, and such a dirty mouth…” He tsked before grinning, “Hate to admit that I kind of like it. But, even if I had fantasized about that, doesn’t mean I’m going to admit it outloud. After all. I’m both good and wholesome. And Peters? Huh? Is that what you call them?”
He winked, then laughed at the raspberry, giving a shake of his head, “Dork. Uhm… yes, I will. I won’t know what’s going on, but I’ll be there.”
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“But...I thought that was something couples did...tell each other their fantasies so that they can be fulfilled…” she said before huffing. ‘I meant you! Not...those!” She was bright red, looking everywhere but him before sitting up again, almost elbowing his stomach. “Please tell me I don’t have to explain football to you…”
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“They might, are you saying you want to fulfill my fantasies? Because, that could mean you’ll get your outfit all dirty,” Peter grinned then shrugged his shoulders, “Oh okay, so just me then. Then you didn’t need to pluralize me. I think it’s a freudian slip,” He obviously knew what she had meant, but he was just joking with her anyway, poking some fun.
He then frowned, “Well, I mean I know some about football. Uncle Ben watched it a lot, I was more of a baseball guy though.”
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“I like doing what pleases you,” she said primly, giving him a dirty look. “And you’re an evil, evil man and I’m starting to see why Doc Ooc tries to pound you.” Sh stuck out her tongue before facepalming. “Oh Peter...I will get you up to speed before our first game so you don’t embarrass me...I mean yourself.”
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“Do I embarrass you?” Peter gave a mock gasp, and shook his head, “I’m hurt. And here I thought you adored me, but right okay, get me up to speed. A touchdown’s when they get the orange ball in the net with the stick, right?” Another joking look given to her.
“Doc Ock trying to pound me is a bit disturbing… you on the other hand, I’ll accept that.” He then made a face, “You’re turning me into the dirty minded one.”
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“I must not punch my boyfriend, I must not punch my boyfriend…” Effie repeated before giggling. “I don’t know, sometimes boys on boys is hot...but not with Doc Ock, no. She grinned, nipping at his jaw. “That’s a good thing, Peter. It means you desire me and we have a healthy sex life.”