#frat!peter blurbs
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for the frat!peter girlies.
Peter blames his aunt.
May went and raised him to look forward to the middle of february. She would make little boxes and handwritten notes tied up with a fun-sized candy bar. May told him it was a day to celebrate love in its entirety. For a friend, for a teacher, for just the sake of love existing everywhere you went.
Except, not everyone likes valentine's day. Some even hate it. Some would loathe the day so much that Peter feels like an idiot for caring. Dinner reservations that were going to be ignored, flowers that would go wilted and chocolates that were never going to get eaten.
Peter has a handful of nothing and the one time he really wanted to outperform himself, it was brushed off and it was his aunt’s fault for getting his hopes up about valentine’s day. He had been so thoughtful too, planning weeks ahead to book a dinner slot and a fun date. Not to mention the mini fortune he spent on roses, not that you were a giant fan of roses but every girl deserves a bouquet on valentine’s, even if they triple in price. Peter even bought a second bunch of your favorite kind, just to prove he cared.
It meant nothing. His efforts meant nothing and maybe he shouldn’t have assumed, but he never thought that you’d hate the holiday. It was a day entirely built around feelings, around love- and you just rolled your eyes at him.
“I fucking hate valentine’s day.” You said it like it was nothing, taking two bites of a banana and handing it over to Peter. He asked if you were excited, maybe even hinting at that you should be excited. Peter Parker was about to romance the hell out of you. But not anymore.
“Explain that one for me?” A toss, the peel falls into the trash can. You shrug as if you’ve never thought about it before, but it’s something you’ve held in your chest for as long as you can remember.
“It was a holiday created by girls who didn’t feel loved enough by their boyfriends, or something. I think the practice is stupid, you should treat me good and do nice things for me everyday, not just once a year. And everything is crowded! Everyone has the same lame idea about dinner and a movie and flowers and… it’s just not something I buy into.”
Peter feels every bit of him curl up and die inside. Valentines is his third favorite holiday, he adores the pinks, reds, and purples. He loves seeing couples of every stage, the beginning stages or lifelong partners. They all love the same; with everything in them.
“Well, actually, I do have a confession. Chocolate covered strawberries. They’re outrageously expensive, but I buy them every year. If you’re wondering, I was hoping we could boycott the baby holiday and eat some strawberries or something.”
A small lift in his heart, it’s something. You’d be happy with one thing and he could deliver that, but first he has to try and sway you, right? Peter needs to preach what valentine’s is about, he needs you to understand how lovely it is.
“I’m surprised you hate it so much. I figured you’d love it, since it’s pink and feelings, and stuff.” You wink at him, you think it’s a joke and Peter’s in the same boat as you. “I know, right? It always seemed so gimmicky to me, I think.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s bad.” You pretend gag, Peter feels his heart sink into the hollow of his chest. “You’re right, it’s cringy and that makes it so much worse.” Peter doesn’t agree, not even in the slightest. Nothing about it is cringy, there’s nothing embarrassing about showing you love someone.
“Right. It’s cringy and a gimmick and everyone who participates is stupid.” Maybe he’s a little cynical, it hits harder when you nod with exaggeration. “So glad you agree, petey!” He doesn’t. Peter couldn’t be further away from your opinion but he’s really not in the mood to be shut down or judged, so, he just changes the subject and tries to ignore everything crumbling apart in the back of his mind.
“Isn’t this cute?”
You squint your eyes when you read the card, a tiny smile shows. “It’s cute. Not worth…” You snatch the glorified cardstock and flip it, your eyes widen, you pretend to choke on the dollar amount. “Ten dollars, holy shit. For some glitter? Fuck that.”
You want it out of your hold, scared that if even a speckle spread you’d be forced to buy it. “What happened to the good old days of making your own card? My mom used to eat that up.”
Peter delicately sets the card down, he tries to see it how you do, but he can’t. Sure, it’s wildly marked up, but wouldn’t your partner be worth the price? Peter would buy the moon for you if he could, a ten dollar Hallmark card won’t be his holdup.
But, maybe you’d like a handmade one more. He can do that.
Peter’s trying to be mindful of your opinion while also planting the seed that valentine’s isn’t all that bad into your brain. It’s days away and all he can hear in the back of his mind is ‘I fucking hate valentine’s day.’
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Peter- do you fucking see this?”
A romantic gesture? A public display of love and admiration? Dozens of carefully inflated heart shaped balloons? A girl crying into the arms of her friend while her partner showers her with flowers. Is it the love? Is that what you’re pointing out?
“Yeah, it’s-”
“Disgusting.”
“-cute.” Peter frowns, is that what you really thought of valentines? Nothing was swaying your mind, Peter thinks that you’re more solidified in your mindset than before.
“I’m sorry, trouble, but I’m finding it hard believing you hate valentine’s day.” It’s like he just called you a slur, you pull your hand from his and stuff it into your jacket pocket.
“I don’t hate it, I loathe it. What do you see watching that? Personally, I’m seeing gravel covered flowers and wasted space that turns into deflated balloons. Fuck that.” Peter shakes his head, you’re seeing it wrong. “It’s about the gesture.”
“It’s about how you love someone so much, there aren't enough things in the world to buy to show it, and there are never the right set of words to say it quite right. I’ll buy all the flowers in the world for you, and I’ll use all the air in my lungs for these balloons but it’ll never match the love I have for you.”
Peter clears his throat. “That's what I see, anyways. I think valentine’s day is an excuse to be a little cringy and basic because we all want that sometimes.” He might’ve finally broken through, but you crack a grin and bump your shoulder into his.
“Ah, yes, because I’m so unfulfilled that a man has never gotten me a teddy bear for valentine’s day.” Would you want one? He could get you one. Or could that be a reason you might detest the holiday, not that he’d ever take your opinion for resentment or bitterness.
“Have you ever had a valentine?” A small stumble, your hand is tied into his again. “Besides elementary, nah. And honestly, I should be happy so I don’t have to deal with all that stuff.”
‘I should be happy so I don’t have to deal with all that stuff.’ But, now you do, don’t you?
“Trouble, you do realize you’re my valentine this year, right? And I’m yours?” You feel your breath catch, no, you hadn’t realized. It’s always just been another day for you and you assume the same for Peter, it’s not like there was much to celebrate.
“It’s also just a day that ends in Y.” Is that really the answer you have? It’s just another day to you, even if you finally have someone to claim? You might not care about the holiday, but Peter does and he’s going to get his valentine’s day, no matter what.
And you’re going to enjoy a handmade card.
And a teddy bear.
Peter’s finger-combing his hair after a shower, he’s had the reservation for weeks, but he also wasn’t aware of your detestment towards red hearts and arrows.
“Wanna grab some dinner wednesday?” If he didn’t say it by name he’s hoping you won’t scream bloody mary on him. “Sure.” A smile washes over Peter’s face, it drops in a second. “Wait, isn’t that valentine’s day? Ha, yeah, no thank you. You, me, and the entire city? Fuck that.”
‘Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that.’ Weeks boiled into nothing. “But, if you wanna cuddle and watch a movie I’m down.” It’s something. He’d get to give you flowers and a card and a teddy bear and he can’t forget the strawberries. You told him you loved them.
“Good with me, trouble.”
Peter tried to sway your mind, he tried to make you enjoy the love and glitter and colors. But you hated it all. So all he has to do is ditch the flowers and the dinner and just… do nothing.
Peter’s first real valentine and all he has to do is… nothing.
Three rose bouquets tossed onto his closet floor, it was haphazardly done. Petals scattered around the cellophane, some even reached to his shoes. They were thrown in without care, they were hidden.
But they were beautiful. A few front buds have taken a beating, but the others were fully blossomed and lively. You’ve never seen roses in such a vivid red, their petals almost like velvet under your fingertips, their smell unlike any other.
The thorns have been expertly shredded, nothing but smooth, soft stems in their wake. It doesn’t matter if Peter didn’t mean to have you see them, they were too gorgeous to leave locked away in a dark room. They deserved the affection water and sunlight would give them.
You clutched all three in your arms, the weight welcomed. You laid them out nicely across his bed, the third bouquet dropped a small card and you picked it right back up.
‘Trouble-
This day was made for you.
Charlie’s at 8.
Yours,
Peter’
You bit back a smile. Charlie’s? It’s nice, too nice. And expensive. Peter got you reservations at Charlie’s? Holding the card to your chest you nearly squeal, you have no idea how he kept the secret from you. Or the roses.
When you hear his bedroom door open you spin, waiting for him to be in the doorway so you can place a thousand kisses. Instead it’s Ethan and he looks surprised. “You’re here?” He points to the flowers, “Peter gave you those?”
“I found them in his closet, he just tossed them in here! And he must’ve forgotten to tell me about Charlie’s.” Ethan doesn’t smile with you, he’s not sharing any joy. For a second you start to wonder if you were the person who was supposed to receive the gifts.
“He didn’t forget.” You scrunch your face at him, “I think he did and I need to start getting ready now. Ethan, do you know how nice Charlie’s is? It’s fucking fancy.” You’re not prepared, you don’t have anything that screams Charlie’s worthy in Peter’s closet.
“No, you’re not hearing me. There is no Charlie’s and there weren't supposed to be roses. I was supposed to get them before you got here, but, here we are. No roses and no Charlie’s.” You smack at his arms, pulling at his fingers to drop your flowers.
“They’re mine!” Ethan’s on a mission to steal them, and he’s not being gentle.
“No, you didn’t want them.”
You watch him for a second, how could he say that, of course you want them. Thirty six reminders of Peter, how could you ever say no? You fight for what's yours, Ethan allows you to keep one bouquet.
“I do want them!”
Ethan’s not being nice to you tonight, he’s gruff with his response. “No. You didn’t.’
“You keep saying didn’t! I never said I didn’t want…”
Except you did. Just like you said you didn’t want to get dinner with Peter. You feel terrible, you feel like crying. He’d had this planned for weeks and the whole time all you did was poke fun and degrade the holiday not knowing you were crushing him behind the scenes.
You wanted the flowers, but you didn’t deserve them. You hand over the last bouquet silently.
“I think it’s best if you pretend you didn’t see these.” You can’t imagine the ache Peter must have in his chest, he planned something out just for you to stomp all over it. It’s not about the value, it was the gesture. He can’t tell you how he feels, but taking you out to one of the nicest places in the city, where you know it has a month minimum reservation list makes you understand him just a little bit better.
“This is so bad, Ethan. This is so,” you suck in air, “so bad.”
“It’s not terrible,” a crinkle when he shifts weight. “But it’s not great.” You wince, if you could, you’d go back in time and shove your foot in your mouth, or tell yourself to shut the fuck up.
“Well, I mean, what the fuck?! It’s fucking Peter! How was I supposed to know he was pro valentines day?”
“How was he supposed to know you were anti valentines day?”
You sink to the bed and hold your head in your hands, “I just want Peter right now.” You want to hug him and kiss him and tell him how sorry you were. Ethan hesitates for a second, before stepping closer to lay the flowers across your lap.
“You found them. They’re yours.” You protect them from being taken, but still have self-pity. “I don’t deserve them.” Ethan scoffs, “of course you do. Everyone deserves pretty flowers.”
You pout at yourself in the mirror and fix any smudges. Brushing out any stray wrinkles your newest dress might’ve made on the way over. Ethan had very kindly instructed a pledge to pick you up an outfit so you could change before Peter got back.
With minutes to spare, he’s back and taking a deep breath at your appearance. “Wow.” A surprised hum when you kiss him, you wipe red from his bottom lip while you apologize. “I’m so sorry, petey.”
“For what?” A look around the room, red roses give him the reason. “Oh. Hey, it’s no big deal and I-” A frown when you silence him by holding a finger to his lips.
“I’m sorry. I found those flowers and all I could think about was you and how much it meant to me that you got those for me, then I saw the card and I couldn’t believe you got us reservations and I just felt… special. I’ve never had a valentine, but I get it now. It’s just a day you get to dote on me extra hard.”
Another surprise kiss, “and if you didn’t already cancel I think we can get to Charlie’s on time. But if you did, that’s okay. Because I think those are the most lovely flowers I have ever gotten, and I might have seen a little teddy bear in there but I didn’t wanna get too presumptuous.”
This time, Peter kissed you. “There’s also a homemade card.”
“You didn’t!” You fall in closer to his chest, his hands can have free reign tonight, you wore the dress just for him.
“I did. I even wrote a little poem.”
A chaste kiss, “just when I think you can’t get better.”
“There’s also glow in the dark mini golf planned for after.” A peck, “so thoughtful and handsome.”
A whisper, he’s got blown pupils and hoping he’d get another kiss. “And your strawberries are in the fridge.”
Your hearts about to explode, “fuck, I love-” you stop yourself, but you heard it and so did Peter. He brushes it off, “love?” Fuck it, you’ll both keep circling around it.
“Yeah, I love love.”
A hungry kiss, a squeeze to the back of your thighs. “Yeah, I love love, too.”
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taking frat!peter’s favorite hoodie and wearing to your morning lecture and he tears apart his room and the rest of the house trying to look for it (maybe even accuses some of his brothers lmao) and then you come to see him later that day and he’s just like ohh *heart eyes*
while his brothers are just like 🧍🥲 “why isn’t she getting shit for this?”
and he’s just like “she’s my girl” then tells you don’t have to ask but to let him know whenever you take a sweater so he knows it’s gone and he didn’t lose
PLUS he’s loves it cause he can smell your perfume linger on his clothes 🥰
stop because i've thought of similar ideas for pete/bashful and have been dying to talk about it.
you didn't even plan on taking the hoodie. you'd had your clothes for lecture laid out that night, but you did not anticipate on it raining at all!! like where did that even come from?? so you get your shorts or and your t-shirt but you need something with a hood. the dark blue hoodie is hung nicely on the back of pete's computer chair and you throw it on in a rush not thinking he'd care. besides it smells like him!!
yet peter misses his one lecture of the day tearing his room apart looking for this hoodie. he's torn his room apart I mean clothes from the closet strung onto the bed and floor, his dresser drawers thrown open and the clothes hanging out of it. its gone. he's convinced himself that he left it on the campus bus and it's gone forever. then he remembers.
"where is it nate?"
nate tilted his head like a dog. shrugging
"my blue nike hoodie. where is it? you've got the red one just like it you're always trying to take my blue one."
"it was one time and it got mixed up with mine. I don't know Harry did laundry last night ask him.
Harry was a bust and so was Miles. After Miles he interrogated every other dude in the house no one had seen the hoodie.
"hey boys!" your voice carried through the doors of the house. "has anyone seen pet..Pete!" you smiled so big at him, arms out wide. then he saw it. the blue hoodie snug around you, slightly damp from the rain.
"I borrowed your hoodie this morning I hope that was okay. it was so cold and rainy."
"it is totally fine. just ask okay, next time baby? it's my lucky hoodie."
your face drops and you go to take it off. "I'm sorry you can have it back."
"no no keep it on for a little bit longer." he says walking towards you, hands rubbing your shoulders. "get it to smell like you then give it back okay?" he smiles wrapping you in a hug kissing you. both of you giggling into the kiss.
harry, miles, and nate all stand on the staircase. "he literally threatened to kill me 20 minutes ago over this." harry says. "why is It okay for her huh?"
"cause she's my girl. look at how cute she looks in it! you don't look cute in my clothes Harry." Peter teases walking up the steps behind you, smiling at his friends.
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i haven't proofread this one yall be kind:(
the night air was stickily humid,the kind of weather that warranted open windows and skimpy night dresses. the kind that lured a certain spider back into your home,breaking many personal vows to just leave you alone. you had kept the room empty,dark,only dimly lit by the reflective light of the moon casting shadows through the lace curtains you'd left open - an invitation to his presence. it was a way of making him comfortable,even with the colourful chrome shielding his identity,the darkness just made him feel that bit more safe.
your thin sheets had been thrown to the side,only barely tickling your ankles as you watched him. your dark hair strewn over your shoulder,lipstick smudged and the spaghetti straps of your teasingly thin,black nightdress falling over your shoulders.
he breathed deeply,lips parting against the mesh of his suit as you ghosted yours over his. you were used to the retroreflective eyes of his suit,you almost felt as if you could see through them now. like you could see into him,past his physical appearance underneath the mask.
you ran a finger teasingly under the edge of the mask,bunching it around your fingers as you lifted it slightly. his breathing was steady,fingers gripping at your plush hips as you straddled him,giving you unadulterated control over him. you left it to rest just over his nose,revealing his almost paper-thin lips to you,pouted and swollen. you ran a thumb over the dip of his cupids bow,unusually defined. you rubbed gently at the almost lack of stubble decorating his top lip,biting back a smile at how new york city's spider-man was a boyish youth who could barely grow facial hair. your fingers were curled around his jaw,the deep red of your nails mixing with the ghostly pale of his skin,a perfect match to his costume. "what do you look like?" it was almost a whisper,your eyes trained on the big,white of his suit as if you could make contact with him that way.
he breathed deeply,"you know i can't,it wouldn't be--"
"no," you cut him off,leaning to press a wet kiss to the piece of fabric just above his cheekbone,"i don't want you to show me. just tell me."
he was dumbfounded for a moment,wetting his lips as he stared at you. what difference would a description make? after-all,you still wouldn't actually know.
"tell me,spider." you cooed,running your lips along his cheek,"what is it? big,brown eyes?" you moved to press a kiss to the tip of his nose,"a piercing blue?",another kiss to his eyebrow,"green?" you made contact with his eyes,pulling back slightly as if to ask him to answer you.
"brown,the first one."
you hummed at this,continuing to trail your lips toward his ear,wrapping them around the shell over his mask. "my favourite."
your declaration had him almost hopeful. "what about your hair?"
"it's also brown," he started,moving his head to try and chase your lips again,growing bored of you suckling at his clothed ear. "i guess you could say curly."
you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips,just to satiate him for the moment. "just my type,bug."
he let a breathy chuckle pass,one that had your ears pricking and your eyes flicking up to his face,not that you could really see his expression,anyway.
"you got any freaky birthmarks?"
"no." he sounded almost offended at the question.
"scars?"
"not any that you haven't already seen."
you hooked a leg around his waist,teasingly slow as you curled inwards,pulling him toward you. you leaned back on your elbows,making a complete show of the movement and showcasing your accentuated cleavage to him,the straps of your thin nightgown dangerously low.
"easy." he warns,conscious of the blaring city that needed to be patrolled just outside your window.
"what? afraid you might overstay your welcome?" the smirk you wore was sickly,it rattled peter so much he felt like his bones were overheating,pushing any kind of feelings beyond pure,animalistic attraction down before he even had chance to indulge.
"'thought i was always welcome,baby." he said it like a statement,leaning down to slot his body above yours. his right palm was flat beside your head,the dip in the bed causing your body to lay slightly lop-sided,your hip popping just enough to brush perfectly into the palm of his left hand,giving the flesh a soft squeeze.
you dodged his kisses,leaving him to press wet dots to your jawline as he whined beneath you. "don't you have a neighbourhood to be saving?"
"-not when i have a beautiful lady right here who needs my help." he was quick,running a clothed finger through your slick to emphasise his point.
#peter parker blurb#peter parker smut#peter parker#spiderman#spiderman smut#tasm peter parker#tasm!peter x reader#tasm!peter parker#marvel mcu#tom holland#tom holland smut#frat!peter#frat!peter parker#𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊#not too sure abt this one
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I uhhhhh... I've been thinking about frat!Peter with a reader who is a romance novel fanatic??? (maybe this is way too self-indulgent but o well)
Warnings: not proofread, probs a little ooc
I imagine Peter does a surprise visit, walking into your room when you don't respond to his heavy knocking. He notices a book propped in your hands, narrowing his eyes to see what it is.
You, however, don't bother to notice him yet. He scoffs at the name of the book and the cover art. He hadn't realized you liked romance novels.
"I thought you said today was a study day?" His lips were quirked slightly as he stood in the middle of your room.
Silence.
He calls out your name, almost singsongy, to catch your attention.
More silence.
"Those are why you guys have such high standards...." It finally catches your attention- he's speaking with a joking tone- but as he expects a smile, you deadpan him and roll your eyes.
"Women's standards are exactly where they need to be." It's a bit snarky, but at the end of the sentence, your lip twitches slightly into a very small, almost unnoticeable grin. "You just can't live up to them."
Almost dumbfounded, he chokes out a surprised laugh, approaching your bed and sitting on it, peering over the pages. "Ouch... that was a low blow. I'm hurt."
"Stay hurt." A shrug, then your nose dives back into the book, lightly tapping his thigh with your foot.
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pool party and frat!richkid tom with ”They’re hitting on you.”
You got it babe! Sorry it took me so long, I just needed a little week off but I am back not and more and more fics are incoming. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you thought, love you xxx
First Mate
67 - “They’re hitting on you.”
Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader
Warnings: Jealousy
Summary: Tom throws a party with special plans for you and him, unfortunately someone else also has their eye on you
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One of the first things you’d learned about Tom was that he really excelled with coming up with stupid party themes. It would have been a totally useless talent if he didn’t live in a frat, where stupid parties happened every other night. His latest idea was a nautical themed party which he called his ‘Get Nauti’ party, you found it all incredibly cheesy. Nevertheless you agreed to be the first mate of the party, even though you weren’t really sure what that meant. It was just that when Tom looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes you found it nearly impossible to say no.
“(y/n)!” Tom ran out front as soon as he saw your car arrive, he was wearing only a pair of short, teal swim trunks, and a captain’s hat. He looked good, really good, it was always a good day when you got to see Tom parade around shirtless, “There’s my first mate.”
You smiled back at him, “Hi Tom.”
“This is for you,” he placed another matching captain’s hat on your head and looked you up and down. You’d picked up a new bikini for the occasion, white with small blue flowers covering it. You’d felt great when you put it on at the store but his gaze made you nervous and squirmy, “You look great.”
“Thanks,” you adjusted the hat, making sure it was secure on your head, “So what are my duties as first mate?”
“There’s just one actually, you’ve got to help me win the flip cup tournament,” he smiled hopefully at you.
You groaned, “I’ve got to drive home tonight Tom, I can’t get wasted.”
‘You can stay with me,” he grabbed both of your hands, “Please? Haz and I need you, you’re the best flip cup player I know.”
You hummed, pretending to really weigh your options, “Fine, but only because you appealed to my ego.”
He grinned ear to ear, “Thank you darling, I owe you.”
“Yeah you do,” you agreed, “I’m gonna have to steal some clothes for bed though, I didn’t bring anything else.”
“Not even a sweater?” he clicked his tongue and tossed his arm over your shoulders as he walked you inside, “How irresponsible of you.”
“School years over Tom, I don’t have to be responsible again until the fall.”
“Really? Planning on having a totally wild summer love?”
“Yeah, totally,” you laughed, “And guess who has to babysit?”
“Well unfortunately I’m also planning on having a really wild summer so I guess Haz will have to babysit us both,” he waved to Harrison and some other boys as you stepped into the living room, “You got the tournament all set up Haz?”
Harrison nodded, “Yeah, everything’s good to go.”
“Wonderful,” Tom beamed, “Hope you’re both ready to win.”
“It’s about having fun Tom,” Harrison teased, “Let’s not get too competitive.”
“Only losers complain about things being too competitive,” Tom bit back, “You’re with me right darling?”
You nodded, “Always.”
“That’s my girl,” he smiled proudly.
The frat began to fill up quickly, everytime you glanced towards the door more and more people were piling inside. Soon the place was packed and the entire block was lined with cars. Music was pounding and every table, counter, and window sill was lined with beer cans and plastic cups. Tom kept you close to him like always, and Harrison ended up introducing you to some friends he’d invited from work. They were nice enough, but of course Tom was the only one holding your attention.
“Shit,” Tom glanced down at his phone, “Tournaments supposed to start in just a few, I’ve got to slip away for just a moment but I’ll be back alright?”
You nodded, “Yeah, no problem.”
You watched as he grabbed Harrison and they slipped away into the crowd, leaving you alone with Harrison’s friends. You stood awkwardly for a moment, your eyes darting down to the cup of water in your hand. That was when one of the boys, you were pretty sure his name was Hunter, decided to start talking to you.
“So are you and Tom, like, together?” he asked.
“Oh, uh, no,” you flushed, “We’re just friends.”
“Cool,” he nodded, “So you’re single then?” he raised a brow hopefully.
You were tempted to tell him no, because you weren’t interested in getting hit on by him in the least, but you ended up nodding, “Yeah.”
“Cool, me too,” he grinned at you, “I like your hat by the way.”
“Thanks, Tom got it for me,” you pursed your lips, “Hunter right?”
He nodded, “Yeah, and you’re (y/n).”
Hunter was cute enough, a muscular boy with short blond hair and a cocky smile, but he wasn’t nearly as cute as Tom, and you could already tell he wasn’t as charming either.
“That’s me,” you took a long drink of your water, “I should probably go meet up with the boys actually, we’re all on a team together.”
“Too bad, I totally would have had you on my team,” his eyes wandered up and down your body, “Hopefully we’ll end up playing each other.”
“Yeah, hopefully,” you agreed before spinning on your heels.
You scanned the party in search of Tom, Harrison, or any of your other friends. You spotted Harrison just outside of the back door and began pacing towards him. Outside people were gathering around a large folding table where the flip cup tournament would take place, and Tom was attempting to get the first two teams ready to play.
“I can’t believe he set up a whole tournament for this,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you joined Harrison by the backdoor.
“I think he just did it because he wants to have bragging rights all summer,” Harrison chuckled and glanced down at you, “Couldn’t stay away huh?”
“Actually one of your friend’s started hitting on me,” you explained.
“I see,” he smirked, “Which one?”
“Hunter.”
“Ah, yeah you’re definitely his type,” he glanced back towards Tom, “But I guess he’s not really yours is he?”
You shook your head, “Definitely not.”
Harrison bit his cheek and smiled knowingly to himself, “He’s got us up next, you ready?”
“Come on Haz, you know I’m never the one dragging us down.”
“Tom hasn’t drank anything today, he should be good to go,” Harrison chuckled, waving to Tom as he blew a whistle for the two teams to start.
Harrison’s work friends came to join you both outside as the boys at the table began pounding back their beers. Hunter moved next to you, standing a way too close for someone who just met you.
“They’re not half bad,” he commented as the second players picked up their cups, “Not as good as though.”
“I wouldn’t plan on getting too far tonight,” Harrison smirked, “We’ve got a pretty unbeatable team lined up, right (y/n)?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, too busy watching Tom to really pay attention to what they were talking about, “Totally.”
Tom was having fun playing referee, but his eyes kept darting back to you and Harrison. He watched as Harrison’s friends gathered around you two and Hunter leaned in towards you. He was way too close for Tom’s liking, so Tom ran back to your little group and cut between you two, setting a hand on your back as he spoke.
“Hope you two are ready, we’re about to be up,” he smiled at you and Harrison.
You grinned, “I think you should be asking yourself that Tommy.”
“Don’t worry about me darling, I’ll be just fine,” he assured you, “Hunter you should take notes, maybe you’ll actually be able to win a round.”
“A round? I’m planning on taking the whole thing,” he smiled cockily.
“Oh I’m sure you’ll give it your best try,” Tom ran the back of his fingers up your spine before his hand left you. One of the teams playing flipped their final cup and began yelling excitedly, Tom was quick to usher you away, “Come on, come on, let’s go.”
“Calm down Tom,” you laughed, “It’s been like five seconds since they won.”
“Yes well I’m very eager,” he pinched your side playfully as you approached the table, “Now get your game face on darling, they need to know how serious we are about this.”
Tom, Harrison, and you all lined up on one side of the table with you in the middle of the two boys.. Things were tense, you were up against one of Tom’s frat brothers and a set of twins from a local sorority. Each of you set your cup on the edge of the table and filled it with your drink of choice. The entire time you were setting up Tom was watching Hunter watch you, Hunter’s eyes hadn’t left you for even a second, and it was starting to get under Tom’s skin.
“Tom,” you nudged his side when you noticed him staring off at the crowd, “You good?”
Everyone was ready to go, just waiting for Tom to blow the whistle and start the game. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he cleared his throat before speaking.
“Yeah, sorry,” he blew the whistle around his neck and yelled, “Go!”
Harrison was up first, he downed his drink and managed to flip his cup in two tries, giving you a decent advantage. You matched his speed, downing your drink and flipping your cup on your second try. Tom was faster than chugging than both of you, but he always fell apart when it came to actually flipping the cup. You bit your lip nervously as he began, watching him flip the cup three times before he came close, finally he got it on his fifth try, just a second before the girl across from him landed hers.
“Yay!” you cheered, holding your hand up to high five both of the boys, “I’ve never seen you get it that fast Tom.”
“I’ve been practicing,” he winked and snatched both of your cups off the table and glanced over your shoulder. Hunter was still watching you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk back over there so he could hit on you, “You want to help me referee the next round?”
You shook your head, “That’s alright, you have your fun Tom, I’m happy to wait on the sidelines.”
“Ah, come on love, I’ll let you blow the whistle,” he tried to tempt you, dangling the whistle in front of your face.
“Ew, it’s got your mouth germs all over it,” you laughed and pushed it away.
“Oh what? So now you don’t like my mouth germs?” he grinned.
You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m gonna go wait with Haz alright?”
“Alright,” he pursed his lips, watching you return to the crowd with Harrison.
Hunter was on you in a second, congratulating you on your win and cracking shitty jokes. Tom was happy to see that none of his poor attempts to make you laugh seemed to be working, but he still didn’t like watching you two together. He had plans for how the night was going to go. You would win the tournament together and then Tom would kiss you, prompting a long and loving relationship between the two of you that would eventually develop into a marriage with three, maybe four kids, and a few dogs. Hunter didn’t have a place in Tom’s big life plans, and he certainly wasn’t about to make room for him either.
“You want another drink sweetheart?” Hunter peaked down at your empty cup, again standing too close to you.
You fought your urge to roll your eyes at the pet name and shook your head, “I’m good, I don’t want to get too drunk before the tournament ends.”
“Ah, strategizing,” he nodded, “Good plan, unfortunately I don’t have that kind of self control,” he raised his glass towards you.
“Is that something for you to brag about?” you chuckled.
“I think that was more of a confession than a brag,” he bit his cheek, “I don’t think anyone brags about a lack of self control.”
Tom watched as you started to laugh with Hunter, a real, genuine, heartfelt laugh. That was the last straw for him. He clenched his hands at his side and cleared his throat before he went stomping towards you.
“Hey, Hunter, you and your friends are up next alright?” Tom slapped a hand on his back much harder than he needed to, “You should probably start getting ready.”
“Uh, yeah, totally,” he agreed, “We’ll get up there.”
“Good call,” he waved to him as he walked away and stepped in to fill the spot at your side, “Harrison do you mind reffing this round?” he pulled the whistle from his neck and passed it over to Harrison.
“Sure,” Harrison took the whistle from him with a smirk.
You frowned, “Really? You seemed like you were having fun.”
“I was, but I’d rather hang out with you,” he shrugged, watching as Harrison started blowing the whistle and giving orders, “Having fun with the boys huh?”
You shrugged, “Sure, they’re fine.”
“They’re hitting on you,” he blurted out, his cheeks flushing pink as he waited for you to say something, you just seemed confused so he continued, “Well not all of them, but Hunter is.”
“I know, I’m not totally oblivious Tom,” you stated plainly, giving no indication as to whether you enjoyed the boys flirting or not.
“Well are you into it or..?” he pressed.
You locked eyes with him, he was smiling but he seemed annoyed. It almost seemed like jealousy, but it was hard to tell because you’d never seen Tom jealous before. If he was jealous though, it’d mean he felt the same way as you did. The thought made you feel giddy and hopeful, so you decided to play a little coy to see if you could confirm your suspicions.
“Do you two have beef or something?” you cocked your head innocently.
“What? No, of course not,” he rolled his eyes, making it extremely obvious that there was something more there, “Just, you know, might be a little awkward when he finds out you’re going to be sleeping in my bed tonight.”
You laughed, “Well I wasn’t planning on going home with him or anything, but if I was, I probably wouldn’t tell him that.”
“Well if you were planning on seeing him at all he probably wouldn’t like how close we are just in general,” Tom hummed.
You two both fell silent, but the look in his eyes made you feel like he was interrogating you. Your gut told you it was jealousy, but part of you thought that was just wishful thinking on your part, that you were just seeing what you wanted to see.
“Are you?” Tom questioned after you didn’t respond, lifting his brows while he waited for your response.
“Am I what?” you frowned.
“Planning on sleeping with him?” he continued.
“No, I just told you I wasn’t.”
“Good,” he nodded and crossed his arms and turned back to the game.
You knit your brows and dragged your eyes away from him. Hunter’s team blew the other out of the water, having all three cups flipped before they even finished their second. The three boys jumped and cheered and began high fiving one another before returning to the sidelines. As soon as Hunter approached you Tom’s arm slipped around your waist and drew you closer to him.
“Told you we were pretty good right?” Hunter grinned as he approached you.
“That was pretty good,” you nodded in agreement.
Tom wore a tight lipped smile, his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him, “It was decent.”
Again it seemed like Tom was jealous, but you wanted to be sure that it was really jealousy and not just him being protective or something. So you decided to play it up, just a little bit, hoping he would do or say something that would confirm your suspicions.
“Hey Hunter, I think I’ll take you up on that drink now,” you smiled up at him and pulled Tom’s hand off of your waist.
Tom’s eyes widened just a tad while Hunter’s lit up excitedly, “Cool, let’s go grab a drink then.”
“Come on,” you nodded for him to follow you inside.
You tried to watch Tom watch you but it was hard to keep your eyes on him with Hunter hovering so close to you. You made sure to giggle extra hard at everything he said and set your hand on his arm while he walked you back outside. You spotted Tom right away, he was watching the door, obviously waiting for you to return. He tensed when he spotted your hand on his arm, his eyes narrowed to a glare as you two approached him. He reached out for you as soon as you were near him, setting his arm over your shoulders and drawing you in close.
“How’s your drink?” he hummed.
“Fine,” you swirled your cup and took a small sip, “Did you know Hunter’s on the water polo team?”
“Wow water polo? Really? How fascinating,” he stated plainly.
You were sure he was jealous now, he had to be, there was no other reason he’d be acting so rude to one of Harrison’s friends.
“Tom I need you to take over man,” Harrison came jogging to you, shoving the whistle back into Tom’s hands, “I need a bathroom break before we’re up again.”
Tom’s cheeks tinted pink and he nodded, “Come up with me darling, everyone likes having a pretty judge,” he pulled you away with him before you had a chance to answer, promptly ending your time with Hunter.
You were smiling as he dragged you back over to the table where the game was being plaid. On the table there was a small clipboard with a list of the different teams and rounds that were supposed to be played that night. Tom plucked it off the table as people began lining up for the next round. He started scribbling away on the board, blowing the whistle without even glancing upwards. You frowned and tried to peek at what he was doing.
“Why are you changing things now?” you questioned.
“Well I just thought you might like to play against Hunter’s team next round,” he smiled bitterly at you, “Since you two are just best pals now.”
You frowned, “Best pals? I just grabbed a drink with him.”
“And you said you weren’t planning on sleeping with him,” he scoffed.
“I’m not,” it was hard not for you to smile or laugh, “I’m planning on sleeping in your bed remember?”
He locked eyes with you for a moment, “Good, you can tell him when we play each other, we’re heading up next.”
“Next?” you raised a brow.
He nodded, “Yeah, I’m really eager to go again,” he set the clipboard down and turned his attention to the people playing, “Come on Josh! I know you can drink faster than that!”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms before you started to cheer for some of the boys with him. It wasn’t like you were trying to piss him off or something, just figure out if he was jealous or not. A wave of guilt hit you and you began to worry that you might have seriously upset him.
“Tom,” you grabbed his arm, “When Harrison gets back I need to talk to you for a second, privately.”
He hummed and shook his head, “No can do love, we’re playing next round.”
“Tom come on, just leave the roster how it is,” you attempted to take the clipboard from his hands but he wouldn’t budge, “People are gonna get mad if you start changing it now.”
“Too bad, my party, my rules,” he smiled smugly at you
“Throwing the party doesn’t give you an excuse to be a dick,” you bit back.
“Oh yeah, I’m being such an asshole,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m not the one who’s been flirting with some douche all night.”
“So?” you knew you should probably drop it there but you didn’t, you wanted to hear him say it out loud, “What’s wrong with a little harmless flirting?”
His eyes narrowed to a glare, “You already know what.”
“No I-”
“Great job guys!” Tom cut you off and clapped Josh on the back as his team one, “Amazing really. Okay next up it’s gonna be me, Haz, and (y/n), against Phil, Travis, and,” he cleared his throat, “Hunter.”
Harrison frowned at him from the sidelines, “Uh, I thought there were still a couple groups ahead of us.”
“Well you know, things change Haz, we’re up now,” he gave a tight lipped smile, “Come on boys, we don’t have all night.”
Everyone that was gathered to watch the game seemed confused, and your face flushed with embarrassment as you stepped up to the side of the table. You were in the middle of Tom and Harrison again, with Hunter standing right across from you. He winked at you as he topped off his cup.
“Hope you aren’t too crushed when we beat you sweetheart,” he purred.
“Shove off Hunter,” Tom scoffed, “Everybody ready?”
“No, everyone’s still filling their cups Tom, calm down,” Harrison looked him over and raised a brow in concern, “You alright mate?”
“Yes, I just want to win,” he huffed.
“Right…” Harrison glanced at you and then back to Tom, “You just seem a little tense.”
“I’m good,” he replied dryly.
“We’re all good over here,” Hunter spoke up again once his teammates had both topped off their cups, “So we’re ready whenever you guys are.”
“Great. Haz are you ready?”
Harrison nodded, “Sure.”
Tom blew the whistle without another word, and watched silently as Harrison chugged his glass. He drank faster than the boy across from him, but took three tries to flip his cup, so you were only a second ahead when you lifted the glass to your mouth. You chugged as fast as you could and managed to flip your cup on your first try. Tom was able to start far before their final teammate, and while he chugged fast, you could tell right away he was going to slip up when it came to actually flipping his cup. He always did when he got too competitive or drunk, he’d tense up and end up flipping the cup way too hard. Normally it was funny, but he seemed genuinely angry now, and you felt awful. You watched as he flipped his cup again and again, he wasn’t even close by the time the boy across from him finished chugging his glass, losing any advantage you had.
They ended up beating you, right away they started to cheer and tease. Harrison high fived them all but Tom didn’t. Normally he was a good sport, but tonight he had no interest. He just passed the whistle over to Josh and declared him the new referee before disappearing inside the house.
“Tommy…” you sighed as you watched him leave, debating whether you should go after him. Of course you wanted to, but you were worried he wouldn’t want you around if he was upset with you.
“You did great,” Hunter complimented, “Too bad Tom blew your lead, but good for me so…”
You rolled your eyes and shoved right past him to go find Tom. He was retreating up the stairs when you entered the house, undoubtedly heading for his bedroom. You followed after, pushing through the crowd as quickly as you could.
“Tom?” you rapped gently at his door, “Can I come in?”
For a second it was quiet, then he swung the door open, “Look I’m not feeling great (y/n), I’m just gonna call it a night okay?”
“Tom please don’t, you were super excited about this party, you shouldn’t miss it,” you tried tugging him out of his room, “Come on, I’ll go home if you don’t want to see me.”
He furrowed his brows, “I don’t want you to go home I-” he stopped himself mid sentence and cocked his head, “I’m not upset with you (y/n).”
You blushed again, “It’s okay if you are Tom.���
“I’m not, of course I’m not,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Tonight’s just not going how I thought it would.”
“Well, do you want to talk about it?” you tried stepping closer, but he didn’t open the door for you.
He stared at you for a minute, his mouth hanging open before he finally nodded, “Yeah, kind of. I’m sorry I snapped at you back there, you’re a grown woman, you can flirt with whoever you want, I just…” he trailed off and sighed, “I just get protective.”
“Just protective?” you pushed, “It kind of seemed like maybe that wasn’t all you were feeling…”
He let out another deep sigh, his eyes darting away from you as he spoke, “I mean what do you want me to say here (y/n)? I think I made it kind of obvious.”
You were both quiet for a moment. He had nothing to be jealous about, and you wanted to tell him that, but actually spitting out was harder than you thought it would be.
“Maybe we could just sit down for a minute?” you suggested softly.
He nodded and opened his door the rest of the way so you could follow him inside. Sitting on his night stand he had two water bottles and a couple of snacks.
“I wanted to be ready in case we both got hammered,” he explained as he sat on the edge of his bed, “So I brought some stuff up here earlier.”
“That’s really sweet,” you smiled as you sat beside him, “Tom I’m really sorry.”
“I don’t want you to be sorry (y/n),” he groaned, “You’re my best friend, I just want you to be happy okay?”
“I know, but I shouldn’t have done that…” you bit your cheek, “I shouldn’t have flirted with him, I didn’t realize it would make you so upset. I was just trying to figure out if you were, you know, jealous.”
“I was very jealous,” he popped his knuckles nervously, “I had this whole plan for tonight. I wanted to have that stupid tournament so we could win and then I could kiss you and it’d be this whole big thing,” he chuckled, “It sounds sort of stupid when I say it out loud, I was just trying to be romantic.”
“That’s really cute Tom, I would have liked that a lot,” you fiddled with your hands nervously, “I hope you know that I’m not into him, like, at all. I was just trying to figure out if you were jealous or not so I would know if you felt the same way as I do.”
“(y/n) I am totally crazy about you,” he slipped a hand over yours.
“I’m crazy about you too,” you squeezed his hand and your eyes darted to his lips, you wanted to kiss him but you weren’t sure if you should, “So what now?”
His tongue darted out over his lips while he stared down at yours. Without another word he set his hand on your cheek and leaned in towards you. He pressed his lips to yours gingerly, they were soft and he was gentle. He tasted like cheap beer, something that would have disgusted you if he were anyone else, but you were so happy just to be kissing him you didn’t care.
Finally you separated, Tom hovered close though, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours, “I want you to be my girlfriend, you know, if that’s cool with you.”
“That depends,” you bit your lips, “Is there gonna be more kissing involved?”
He nodded and gave you another quick peck, “Loads.”
“Well in that case, I’m in,” you wrapped your arms around his neck to draw him even closer, “You wanna go be the annoying couple that makes out in the middle of the party?”
He hummed, “As fun as that sounds, I think I’d rather spend the rest of the night up here, just you and me.”
“That sounds nice. We could throw on a movie, snuggle a little,” you agreed, “I still wanna steal some of your clothes though, it gets chilly up here.”
“Sounds perfect,” he pecked your lips again with a smile, “I’ll grab you a sweater, but keep the hat on, I think it’s sexy.”
You laughed as he rose from the bed, “Alright, whatever floats your boat captain.”
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Lost in Translation- Part Five
Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Well... how do I put this... SMUT!!!! LIKE A LOT OF IT!!!! PLS IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING DO NOT READ IT! But if it is have fun! :)
And reblog please!!!!!
Prologue 1 2 3 4
‘’Alright, Lionel Richie.’’ You say giggling as Peter tickles your sides.
‘’Well, you know what? Just for that, I won’t be pulling out tonight!’’
‘’Pffft please, not even you believe in that.’’ Peter gasps and throws a pillow at you.
‘’HEY! You’re right. But still, just pretend I have self respect!’’ He giggles.
‘’Aw sure you do, Pete.’’ You sit up to look at him while playing with his curls. But you notice he gets all quiet. ‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter zones out for a moment.
‘’Mm? Yea yea I am. It’s just… it’s been so long since the last time you called me Pete.’’ He says while looking down and grinning, remembering all of the sweet memories you had together. And just for a moment you think that this might be not just a meaningless one night stand.
‘’Yea I missed that too.’’ He looks up, and smirks. Ready to tease you. ‘’And if you ever tell someone I ever said that, I’ll kill you.’’
‘’Don’t worry.’’ He giggles. ‘’It’s just me and you here.’’ he kisses the palm of your right hand. And suddenly you realize you two just make sense.
‘’Yea… That’s good.’’ Peter is the one to make the first move, hovering above you and making you lay down again, while softly caressing your cheek. ‘’God, if this a dream I’ll be really pissed off at anyone that wakes me up.’’ He giggles, before pulling you for a deep kiss.
‘’Same.’’ You pull on a few of his hair strings, which gets him moaning. You switch with Peter to get on top of him.
‘’Fuck c’mere.’’ He pulls you for another kiss. Wandering hands under your dress, close to where you need him, but not quite there yet. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, unzipping the dress yourself and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Peter groans when he realizes you took your bra off as well.
‘’God why the fuck did we not do this sooner?’’ Peter says while grabbing your ass and switching with you, so that he can be on top again, softly nibbling your skin.
‘’Because we’re very dumb.’’ You scratch his back, tugging on his shirt for him to take it off. He gets the hint, tossing it on the floor and pulling you by your waist for a heated kiss. But you stop him by putting your hands on his chest while sitting , making him stop.
‘’Wait! Are we really doing this?’’
‘’Only if you want to as well, I promise you I won’t be mad if you don’t wanna do this anymore and d-’’ Peter gets cut off by your lips on his in a matter of seconds.
‘’God you’re so cute.’’ You smile at Peter while unbuttoning his pants.
‘’Oh-OH ok so that’s a ‘’yes’’ I presume.’’ He helps you by standing up to untangle the pants from his ankles, throwing it at a random corner in your room.
‘’God, when did you get those thighs??’’ You say while shamelessly thirsting over the same boy you told your friends that could go to hell for all you cared for.
‘’Aw thanks! It was the Jane Fonda workout tutorial, of course. May has those for a while I guess and I-…’’ He bursts out laughing when he sees your confused face. ‘’But to be honest, I guess it was just a lot of workout.‘’ He jumps back on the bed, making you giggle when his hair tickles your belly while he lays there.
‘’But what about you? Are you opening a bakery or something?’’ You look confused at his very random question.
‘’What? Why?’’
‘’I don’t know, just all that cake in the back made me wonder.’’ You laugh so hard that Peter can feel it while laying on your stomach, it makes him grin like a kid at a candy store when he looks up and sees you all happy without a care in the world, and the best, he caused that.
‘’That was good, not gonna lie.’’ You run your fingers through his hair, making Peter look up before going to trail kisses down your belly and going up. He distributes hickeys all over your tits, sucking on them before kissing the sweet spot on your neck, stopping for a bit to finally look at you.
‘’God, you’re so hot.’’ He grabs your left thigh to pull you even closer before capturing your lips again, making you moan in delight.
‘’Mmm fuck, please take these off.’’ You guide his hand to the waistband of your panties.
‘’Only if you keep making that sound for me.’’ He kisses your cheek before pulling your panties down and kissing his way back down. You pull on his hair, eagerly waiting for his lips where you need him the most.
‘’Eager now huh?’’ He smirks before finally giving in and starting with a kiss on your clit. Seeing your reaction to his every touch has to be the best thing ever.
‘’I swear, if you keep teasing like that I’ll clench on your dick so hard you’ll cum in seconds.‘’ You feel him grinning before giving a small kitten lick from your entrance to your clit, letting his tongue flick it for a bit, enjoying you shivering under him.
‘’Fuck, you taste so good. Could easily spend all day eating this pussy.’’ He waits for your reaction to his dirty words, and just as you do he starts sucking on your clit. Who knew the boy who cried when you stumbled on his lego set had such a dirty mouth?
‘’Mmm FUCK, you’re so good Pete.’’ Your words make him suck even harder, making you breathless for a moment. Guess someone has a praise kink.
‘’Mmmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum.’’ You tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to your heat.
‘’Cum for me, baby.’’ Peter doesn’t stop sucking even after your orgasm, making you have to pull on his hair to make him stop with the overstimulation.
‘’Fuck omg.’’ You laugh at the absurdity of this night, who knew you’d end up bringing the boy you’ve hating for years to your bed? And that he would make you cum like that?
‘’That good huh?’’ Peter smirks while looking at your post orgasmic face.
‘’Shut up.’’ You pull for a kiss, making you feel something hard on your thigh.
‘’Well apparently it wasn’t that good just for me.’’ You grab his hard on through his boxers.
‘’Fuck- You make it really hard to not get a boner when you moan my name like that.’’
‘’Stop, just come fuck me please.’’
‘’Yes miss!’’ Peter eagerly pulls his boxers down.
‘’Shit, you’re packed too?’’ You say while capturing Peter’s lips in a long and deep kiss, making your way towards his member and circling your thumb around the head.
‘’Fuck y/n/n, you’re so fucking good at this.’’ He purrs, closing his eyes for a bit.
‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You look at him with your sweet, doe, innocent eyes, and he’s sure that if he doesn’t get inside you in these next few minutes he might burst in your hand.
‘’Next time baby, I promise. Alright? Really need to get inside you.’’ He runs his fingers through your head, and for a moment you two forget that this was supposed to be just a one night stand.
‘’Ok.’’ You smile and give him a peck before laying back to your previous position. Peter is quick to get up, going towards his wallet in his pants and coming back to bed with a condom already on his dick.
‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter caresses your cheek, pulling you deep into the moment with just his eyes. Just for a second, you forget that this is just a meaningless one night stand and that the guy on top of you is not the same boy you met when you moved to that building in queens. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before touching his lips, wanting to savor this moment before you wake up to an empty bed in the morning. Peter is the one closing the space between you two, kissing your forehead before pushing himself inside you.
‘’Fuck, you feel so good.’’ Peter leans and whispers to you before starting thrusting very slowly. Is this some type of punishment? You decide to take matters into your own hands, pulling Peter deep inside you by wrapping your legs around his back. Peter lets out a breathless moan before smirking at you. When he sees how your eyes went darker he starts thrusting hard and fast. You bite your lip to hold back your moans, but Peter shakes his head in disapproval before leaning down to capture your lips so that he can hear your sweet sounds. But that’s not really enough for Peter. He wants all the dorms to know you’re his. Even if it’s just for tonight.
‘’C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that. Are you really not gonna let me hear those pretty sounds?’’ You shake your head no, and hide your face in his neck. Peter then whispers in your ear.
‘’Well, I guess I’m gonna have to make you let out those heavenly little sounds myself.’’ Peter lifts your hips and puts your pillow under. He smirks at you when he sees your eyes widening when you realize what he had in mind. Peter puts your left leg on his shoulder, and thrusts hard on THAT spot. But you keep biting back your moans.
Some knowledge from when you two used to tell each other everything ran through his mind, you used to say it turned you on when guys grabbed your thighs during sexy times. So he does exactly that, pulling you even closer to where you two meet and leaving just the tip in before manhandling you on his dick like you weigh nothing.
‘’FUCK, Pete! Oh my god!’’ You now have your nails scratching Peter’s back, while he has the biggest grin ever. ‘’You’re so much better at this than I imagined. Fuckkkk’’ You arch your back, making Peter hit impossibly deeper. ‘’Mmmm please don’t stop, Pete! You’re so good at this!’’ Your endless praise makes Peter go feral. Knowing you had thought about this too just made this night the best of Peter’s life.
‘’Y/n, baby, I thought about this more times than I can remember.’’ He lets out a giggle before going to nip your neck.
‘’Mmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum!’’ You let out the most pornographic moan ever, surprising yourself and Peter.
‘’Cum for me, I’m- fuck, close too’’ You tight your muscles around him, letting yourself go and triggering his climax too. Peter falls on you, little drops of sweat on his forehead and his messy curly hair is now dripping wet.
‘’Pete, you’re crushing me!!’’ You try to push him off, making you two laugh.
‘’Nah, I’m gonna stay right here.’’ Peter kisses your cheek, and you wipe it off, making him dramatically gasp and roll to the side. ‘’How dare you?’’ You get up and gives him a peck.
‘’I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back!’’ He pulls you by your hand to kiss your forehead.
‘’I’ll be waiting!’’ He yells when he sees you closing the door and heading to the bathroom.
When you get back, you hear soft snores before opening your door and seeing Peter sleeping peacefully, but he needs to scooch so that you can fit in there too.
‘’Pete, you’re occupying the whole bed.’’ You giggle when you hear him groan and move to the side so that you can lay there too. ‘’Goodnight.’’ You kiss his forehead before turning your back to him, and suddenly feel strong hands pulling you closer by your waist and laying his head over your neck.
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@webslingingslasher and @reidslovely turned me into a complete addict to frat!Peter. Thank you, dear. And I recommend you to read, fellas. 🫶🏼
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Jealousy
College Frat!Peter x Reader
Summary: Blurb over a jealous Flash secretly watching reader ride Frat!Peter
Flash is absolutely obsessed with you. Everything about you in his eyes is perfect. And It just so happened that Flash was lucky enough to land a spot at the same college as you. Of course, his luck ran out there since Peter Parker also attended the same college as the both of you. Infact, Flash found himself in a way rooming with Parker, in a frat house that is.
See, nobody was surprised at Flash’s draw towards being apart of a frat, but Peter really took everyone by surprise. That included you as well. But, something about you loved the attitude and cocky confidence Peter gained in his little frat.
That attitude is exactly what lead you to where you were. Hovering above Peter’s naked body as you bounce up and down on his hard cock, taking in every inch of him. Your hips rocking back and forth, grinding roughly into Peters while his large hands grip your hips.
Flash had gone looking for Peter at the exact same time, hoping to urge the boy into playing a round of truth or drink with him and the others. It was to his surprise that when he opened the door, without knocking, he found you in there as well.
Flash watches you ride Peter in disbelief. He watches the way you throw your head back and moan Peter’s name quietly. He watches the way Peter’s hands begin to explore up and down your body. He watches the way you rise up on Peter’s thick length before dropping down again with force.
A bitter taste fills Flashes mouth as he analyzes the scene in front of him. It was the fact that he was now not only aware, but has to watch as Peter stuffs you full with his cock. It was the way he now knows just how cockdrunk you get for Peter as he murmurs dirty things to you.
Flash listens to the way your erotic moans fill the room. The way Peter calls you his filthy slut. His cock whore. His dirty little girl.
Each phrase makrs Flashes blood boil. Rage and disgust filling his body, yet he couldn’t look away. Not when you’re cumming around Peters cock with a cry. Not when Peter is fucking up into you so hard before he filling you with his cum.
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tasm!peter parker fic recs
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✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚
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「❀」 earn it. by @3vergr3en fem!reader x tasm!peter parker | smut with little plot (public sex, unprotected sex (PLEASE WRAP IT), nipple play, orgasm control, peter has an obvious breeding kink, cream pie, choking, teasing, profanity, name-calling, humiliation, dirty talk, jealousy, established marriage.), 2.9K
-harry is hosting a birthday party for his best friend, peter. Everything runs smoothly until y/n’s best friend back in high school shows up and start flirting with the female. oblivious y/n doesn’t think much of it, being used to such playful manner. but peter can see through the man’s facade, and he doesn’t like it one bit.
「❀」 needy by @webslingingslasher tasm!peter parker x reader | angst
-peter parker and reader getting into an argument based off of peter parker saying something to his friends behind readers back about reader that hurts her feelings
「❀」 “stop it you’re being mean” by ^ tasm!peter parker x reader
-“If we’re really being honest here, honey, I don’t think that’s what it’s about, at all.”
「❀」 changed the wording around, still fits. by ^ tasm!peter parker x reader
-"why do you seem upset?" "why the hell do you think..."
「❀」 want you to be okay by @lovelyspooks tasm!peter parker x reader | fluff (at the start) but then angst with no comfort, uncommunicated feelings, 1.6k
-you're peter parkers main priority, he makes sure you know that but lately you feel second best to the city you both love
「❀」 smut blurb by @berrieluv peter parker x reader | mentions of sex
-peter and reader r having sex and he's really rough but at some point he hurts her bc of his powers he got after the spider bite. and then he just takes care of her and its cute and soft
「❀」 in the real world by @luveline tasm!peter parker x fem!reader | canon typical violence, bleeding, swearing, fluff, angst, hospitals, mutual pining, idiots in love, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, 5.4k
-you notice something about spider-man during a violent villain showdown, then you have to save his life.
「❀」 drunk!peter mini fic by ^ tasm!peter parker x reader
-drunk!peter and he’s all over reader telling her how he wants to marry her and being handsy
「❀」 honeybody by ^ tasm!peter parker x reader | fluff, friendship, idiots in love, falling in love, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, intimacy, the intangible breadth of the human experience or something similar, mentioned/implied past self-harm, 12k
-something about music makes you desperate to feel it. something about peter, pretty and magnetic and light, multiplies this immeasurably. or, you and peter want to try everything
「❀」 frat!peter by @withahappyrefrain frat!tasm!peter parker x reader | 18+
-frat!peter going from feral sex beast to passionate youre the only person that matter to me sex
「❀」 3 is the magic number by ^ tasm!peter parker x reader | smut (strong breeding kink, soft dom Peter, overstimulation, creampies, daddy kink, choking, did I mention breeding kink? also peter having baby fever.)
-you and peter decide it's time to start trying to expand your family
「❀」 peter mini fic by @bruisedboys tasm!peter x shy!fem!reader | 0.7k
-peter gets really excited for you when you do things for yourself like a dork. like ordering for yourself or asking for help at the stores finding something. it’s so basic but peter knows you struggle so he just gets really excited 4 u
「❀」 min peter fic by ^ tasm!peter x clumsy!reader | 0.7k
-you’re still in the process of patching yourself up when peter gets home, your knees scraped and a box of big band-aids waiting for you on the coffee table.
「❀」 tequila makes me sleepy by @cosmal tasm!peter parker x fem!afab!reader | drunk!reader, mentions of gross guys sexualizing reader
-pete comes to find you at a party after you call him.
「❀」 your girl by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 boyfriend! teter x girlfriend! reader | some swearing, and vomiting ofc. but petnames and lots of fluff:))
-“m’peter i’m done. no more.” you moaned, your body feeling weak and achey as you leaned against your forehead against the toilet seat.
「❀」 boyfriend! peter thoughts by ^ tasm!peter parker x reader
-always sitting on his lap. always. whenever you’re in his room and he’s at his desk doing work he pats his knee and you trot over and sit on his knee and he bounces it slightly while he explains his work while you just listen and nod
「❀」 ridiculous by @peterthepark tasm!peter parker x f!reader | 18+ graphic smut, not much plot, nsfw brainrot, blonde and fratboy peter parker, unprotected sex, kinda public sex, bathroom sex, mentions of smoking and party drugs, swearing as always
-peter parker was ridiculous, especially with that new hair of his. but deep down, you wanted nothing more than to experience one night with the douchebag of a blonde.
「❀」 extremely ridiculous by ^ tasm!peter parker x f!reader | smut (18+ graphic smut, rough sex, dirty talk, religious themes, partie, nsfw brainrot, blond peter parker, unprotected sex, mentions of smoking and alcohol consumption, swearing, sexualized halloween costumes, daddy kink, some roleplay, fingering, oral sex, slapping and pain kink, mentions of anal, just pure filth with 9k)
-ever since the bathroom incident, you’re the first person that peter parker looks for in every party. halloween is sinful, but so is the way you look at him from across the room. recommend reading the first part
「❀」 smut blurb by ^ tasm!peter parker x reader | graphic smut and stuff
-peter uses his webs to keep you still during sex
「❀」 peter parker imagine by @mareagirls tasm!peter parker x reader
-peter and reader are on a date, but reader feels nauseous. but, reader doesn’t want to tell peter because a: they’ve both been super busy lately between spider-man duties and college and/or work and b: because even if reader won’t admit it, being vulnerable and being taken care of kind of scares them. but peter finds out/figured it out and wants to help and fluff ensues.
「❀」 i say i hate you with a smile on my face by @stylesparker college!tasm!peter parker x fem!reader | 4k
-peter is fairly certain he should not have come to this party. the “friend” that he came with from one of his classes, he doesn’t exactly remember which one, ditched him as soon as they got to the door.
「❀」 kiss me more by @spidernerdsblog tasm!peter parker x reader | 18+, smut, minors dni, 69 (m & f receiving)
-your dad is the chief of NYPD and isn't fond of your boyfriend's secret alias spiderman but that doesn't stop him from sneaking into your room at night for a few kisses and a little more.
「❀」 morning after by ^ peter parker x stark!reader | 18+, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
-last night after a drunk hookup you and peter aren't quite sure you used protection or not.
「❀」 size issues by ^ tasm!peter parker x reader
-you prank your husband by getting the wrong size of bra just to see his reaction.
「❀」 i'll crawl home to her by @embrassemoi tasm!peter parker x f!reader | 18+, fluff, nsfw, oral (m), light sub/dom, soft smut, mentions of violence, injuries + blood, thigh riding, cleaning wounds, bit of plot (?)
-After a long day, all Peter wants is a bit of love and someone to take care of him.
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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all peter parker stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3
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🕷️ @waitimcomingtoo
🕸️ you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
☕️ you and Peter are just friends but he accidentally kisses you goodbye.
🕸️ stolen moments
☕️ your secret relationship is exposed when Peter returns from a mission bruised and bloody and you comfort him in front of everyone
🕸️ the great war
☕️ Peters double life causes serious strain on your relationship.
🕸️ burnt face and second base
☕️ peter can’t seem to stop accidentally hurting his crush.
🕸️ my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand
☕️ when peter learns you have healing powers, he starts faking injuries to come see you until he gets seriously hurt.
🕸️ bringing sexy back
☕️ peter tries and fails to seduce you
🕸️ dos oruguitas
☕️ after the events of NWH, Peter becomes a regular at your coffee shop and convinces himself that you’re starting to remember him.
🕸️ just to learn that you never cared
☕️ always leaving class together to go fight crime leads people to think you’re dating when in reality you’re barely even friends. That is, until you agree to fake a relationship to keep your secret life a secret
🕸️ smell ya later
☕️ you get a new body cream that allegedly attracts spiders, and someone else
🕸️ the script
☕️you and Peter break up once you find out his secret and he falls apart
🕷️ @webslingingslasher
🕸️ U.N.I pt2
☕️ frat!peter
🕸️ frat!peter blurbs
🕸️ frat!peter
🕸️ unknown sender
🕸️ campus
☕️ Peter has never had a one night stand, but when he meets you at a party that changes, until he has to pretend he never wants to see you again.
🕸️ cherry lube
🕷️ please call me peter by @shawnxstyles
🕸️ you haven’t been able to come with anyone besides yourself, making you think something’s wrong with you. once you go to the gynecologist, dr. parker shows you that you’re just fine.
🕷️ the last time by @delicate-dorothea
🕸️ Peter's on the verge of losing you after disappointing you yet again.
🕷️ medic in lace by @madlittlecriminal
🕸️ peters hurt but doesn’t care once he see what you’re wearing.
🕷️ fangirling over spiderman by @parkerpeter24
🕸️ reader fangirls over spiderman to peter not knowing it’s him.
🕷️ possession by @silkscream
🕸️ peter parker is not himself when he falls into your universe. it must be a curse that he finds himself tethered to you. the darkness inside him has never wanted anything more.
🕷️ need to know by @motherofdogs1010
🕸️ When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.
🕷️ naked by @reesewillow-delrey
🕸️ In which Reader walks in on a naked Peter, Reader laughs, Peter becomes insecure. Reader decides to show herself naked back in the worst moment possible.
🕷️ swing by by @sunshinesteviee
🕸️ peter is a fellow teacher, and is also your best friend at work. he helps you bring spider-man in to meet your class, but something about it seems a bit suspicious.
🕷️ picture perfect by @mattymattymerduck
🕸️ You’re hired to kiss Spider-man for the Daily Bugle’s next Spidey-centric article.
🕷️ potential customer pt2 by @int-writersmind
🕸️ you work at a record store, bored out of your mind, until peter parker walks in and catches you eye.
🕷️ lost the game pt2 pt3 by @nexusnyx
🕸️ The explanation your mind settled for was that whoever lived under that mask, also lived somewhere close by. It explained the first time you found him limping and bleeding on an alley, and it explains how you evolved into his personal caretaker for the wounds and afflictions of Spider-Man's after battle consequences.
The only thing it doesn't explain, however, is why through the thick and convoluted webs of your strange situationship, a certain tension has built between you two. Palpable. Physical. As electric as some of his tales, and as dangerous as he is.
The tension between you and Spidey grows, and it grows, and it grows. One day, it snaps.
🕷️ physics and english teacher love affair by @certifiedlovergirlsstuff
🕸️ those two teachers that students are always interested in their relationship status.
🕷️ celebrity crush by @cantstoptheimagines
🕸️ You have a crush on Spider-Man, unaware that he’s the one you spend all your time with.
🕷️ indefinitely you by @spider-stark
🕸️ In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.
🕷️ sunset lovers by @duskholland
🕸️ you’ve never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you’re desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you’re stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae.
🕷️like the stars we're destined to die out and i'm destined to lose you by @msgorillagripcoochie
🕸️ you had finally gotten the happy ending you so desperately wanted but when gwen is gonna die, you know you have to save her even if you die
🕷️ lead the way by @foreverrogers
🕸️ you find out your best friend has never had sex. who else would be better to show him just how good it can be?
🕷️ if i could die in your arms by @selfcarecap
🕸️ When another Peter Parker shows up in your world, you give him a chance to have one last moment with the love of his life, someone who looked exactly like you, but also someone who died in his arms.
🕷️ masterlist by @spidey-webz
🕷️ request by @luveline
「 ✦ harry osborn ✦ 」
🕷️ request by @arkhamsrevenge
🕸️ cuddling harry
🕷️ make you better by @stickymolasses
🕸️ You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist.
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last update april 25, 2024
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love frat peter with all my heart but i literally think i would bash my head against the wall (not bf peter situationship peter)
*cleaning out my inbox.*
‘if i was my friend, i would be calling them an idiot for getting played and being pathetic. yet, here i am, swearing it’s different and no one gets him like i do.’
a deep sigh. ‘i’m a fucking joke.’
peter can find the bliss in being ignorant, but sometimes he forgets that you live in it too, and can pull him right out of his trance and into reality.
this was one of those times. it wasn’t meant for his ears, he was just at the right place at the wrong time.
there’s nothing blissful about being aware you’re just a bad decision. and what a corner he’s backed himself into, would it hurt more to end it before you start to resent him or hurt more to keep continuing the same path, even if it’ll end in what you want?
would you still want him? or is he just subconsciously showing you how bad of a boyfriend he’d really be?
peter’s a lot of things, and since he’s met you, he’s become one more.
selfish.
it's not lost on him, peter can pretend to be stupid but he's smart enough to know what's actually going on under the surface. it's just nice in the blanket of ignorance.
'hey, stop being so mean to yourself. peter likes you, a lot. even if he pretends he doesn't.' your roommate is fighting for him, he's about to bring her a "just because" gift card.
'no, no, no, no! don't cry! stop crying!' peter's heart lurches, he wants to break the door down and give you a hug, especially when he can hear how watery your voice is.
'that's the whole fucking point! i mean, where do i get off on thinking that? i get he doesn't want to sit around and have a feelings party, but it would be really fucking nice to hear him say he wants to date me. or anything really.'
'hey,' peter's heart races, he's not sure what your roommate is about to admit to. 'remember a few weeks ago the frat had the black and red party, you skipped cause you were sick? - right, well, peter got fucking wasted and kept talking about you.'
a sniffle, no more tears. 'really? what'd he say?'
her boyfriend was one of the guys he talked to all night long, no doubt she got all the same information second hand. she could spill or she could let it mean something and let peter get there first.
peter could put aside his ego for ten minutes. if only to make you feel better.
'well, he-' before he could get thrown under the bus, he knocks on your door. 'hold on-' your roommate answers, you offer no movement, staring at the floor with your back turned.
she's looking at him expectantly, peter tilts his head towards you. 'wanna let me handle this one?' it's instant, your head whips around, the look on his face lets you know he heard everything.
'no, go away.'
peter sighs, 'trouble.'
'no, cause i already know what you're going to say.'
'no, you don't know what i'm about to say.'
tears blot at your eyes, your roommate ditches you in a second. peter approaches slowly while you're crawling up your bed. 'don't-' you take a sharp breath, 'don't even say anything cause i know i won't wanna hear it.'
you stare at your roommates side when peter takes a seat next to you, he's inches away, you feel too vulnerable to face him. you already know what he's about to say, that he likes hanging out with you and it typically starts and ends there.
'hey, trouble. you wanna look at me?'
you shake your head, it's pointless because peter's already cupping your face pulling it towards his. 'ready?' you pull his hands off you by tugging at his wrists, a grouchy persona took over.
'for the same conversation? sure, peter.'
'i like you.'
you wait for the friendly twist he always likes to slide in. 'i like you, you're pretty cool, you know?' but it doesn't come. peter ended it on that, you peek back at him, he doesn't seem as scary as before.
'yeah? and?'
peter reaches out to brush his thumb across your cheek. 'that's what i said at the party. that i like you.' a flash of disappointment, he moves past it. 'and that's only because i wanted to save this next part just for you.'
attention caught, blown pupils look into his own.
'i want you to be my girlfriend,' he's quick to kill the light that roars in your eyes. 'wait, wait, wait, no, let me finish.' you feel like you're walking a tightrope.
'i like you and i want you to be my girlfriend, just... not yet. but that's what i want and that's kind of my end goal in this.'
a double ended sword, either you suffer in silence until he’s ready, or you suffer until you can’t stand it anymore and leave.
'that's it?' he couldn't have worded it in a way to get every single hope up, to make you feel weightless for an entire second before he pulled the rug?
'yeah, that's it.' what did you want? an i love you?
‘oh.’ you pull at the sleeves of your sweater to cover your hands. ‘oh?’ peter tries to catch your eyes, you sound more sad now than when you were crying.
‘i need time to think, i think.’
‘think about what?’
‘this.’ you gesture at the empty space between you. ‘us.’
peter’s turn, he understands. ‘oh.’ you nod, ‘yeah, oh.’ there’s an awkward pause in the room, neither of you quite sure what to say or where to go from there.
there was nothing peter could do, he’s just a person at your disposal. ‘um,’ think, peter, think. he wishes you weren’t hiding your eyes from him. ‘okay. that’s okay. we can…’ peter takes a big breath, he didn’t realize how much he didn’t want this until now. ‘… we can spend some time apart.’
‘okay.’ why weren’t you bothered? why weren’t you more upset? why were you so fucking indifferent?
peter feels selfish again, he just doesn’t know if he’ll get one again. ‘can i get a kiss before i go?’ you take a moment to make up your mind, peter wonders if you’re agreeing for the same reason. ‘yeah.’
no, it’s because he’s selfish. you don’t initiate anything, just frowning at your fingers as they curl and uncurl around the fabric of the sweatshirt he once owned.
‘i can’t kiss you if i can’t see you, trouble.’ a distant nod, ‘right.’ peter wishes he didn’t ask to look at you, he wishes he didn’t notice the blank look in your eyes. ‘are you okay, trouble?’
it’s soft, and delicate. he just wants to make you feel better, but he’s the one hurting you. it’s so utterly selfish, yet you want it too.
‘no.’ if you whisper it, it doesn’t hurt so bad. for either of you. you can both pretend it wasn’t said. ‘i’m sorry.’ there’s a lot to be sorry for, it’s just a blanket statement.
‘yeah.’ neither of you believe it. you just want him gone, you need to treat yourself like a friend. ‘kiss?’ peter wants to keep talking, but he can’t really find anything substantial to say.
it wasn’t very tender, or sweet. maybe it was the passion peter was missing, everything feels so sad. was this the answer before you said it? was this a goodbye kiss? if not, why did it feel like one?
peter pats your knee, ‘balls in your court, trouble. call me when you’re ready?’ you daintily nod, it’s like you’re in another world. ‘okay.’
you hold your eyes shut when peter kisses your forehead, it’s bullshit. ‘and if you need me, we can put this to the side, okay?’
‘okay,’ you push him back. ‘you can go now.’ peter has to swallow a lump in his throat, you’re eager to push him out and push him away. is this how you feel? is peter having a moment of clarity and empathy?
god, he’s a shitty human.
‘i don’t think im going to come over this week, so you can bring my laundry back.’ you were supposed to do it at his house, and you were supposed to wash your clothes with his, and you were supposed to fold them together.
you’re already thinking a week ahead? no, peter’s selfish, he’ll make you come back. ‘no problem. i’ll wash them for you, i’ll even clean out my second drawer to put ‘em in.’
he wants to do the thing you've been hinting at for weeks, now? is he really grasping at straws? what fucking happened? what changed? peter's not even going to give you a chance to fight it, you can't say no if he's not here.
'i'll talk to you later?' you nod. you can't even say it back? everything about this is wrong. but he can't fix it, not when you told him you needed to think about things, not when you're on the cusp of giving up on him.
peter can hear you sob into your pillow when he latches the door shut.
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when you said you didn't plan on coming around this week, peter didn't think that meant speaking to him too. no texts, no snapchats, no dm's, no facetimes, no frat parties, nothing.
peter puked three times friday night, day six of the silent treatment. he swears it's because he was drinking too much but peter knows what anxiety feels like for him and how it comes out.
peter can also kiss the idea of sleep away. he's had four nightmares this week, two of them back to back. spider-man's been sluggish and now he has a nasty bruise across his jawline. nothing felt right.
since you last talked to him, peter's had a constant stomach ache and headache. not to mention how he's just not really hungry anymore and you've gotten really skilled at hiding from him.
peter knows he said the balls in your court, but what if you never pass it back?
day eight and all is saved.
'sleepover?'
peter swallowed his tongue at the text, you wanted to spend the night, that's a good thing, right? girls don't fuck and dump, right? peter's heart is drumming like it never has before, wagging his imaginary tail like a puppy dog he's never responded quicker.
'yes!' peter erases it. 'of course!!! i missed you so much i think i was dying and i really couldn't breathe and-' peter deletes that one too.
what's good enough to make you think you deserve this?
'you got it, trouble. wanna let me take you out to dinner for date night with your favorite frat boy?' maybe he's laying it on a little thick, but peter swears he's withering away without you next to him in bed.
'only if it's expensive.' peter will take out a loan if it means you'll have dinner with him, if all you want from him is a nice dinner, he'll do it. he'll do anything if it means you'll stay with him.
'only the best for my girl.' you read it, but didn't answer. peter took it a step further. 'i'll pick the place. i'll even borrow someone's car.' meaning, he was going somewhere nice. it did fine. 'just let me know what time to be ready, parker.' but it wasn't good enough.
peter may have been an asshole prior, because the way your face lit up with a ten dollar bouquet of flowers told him that he should've been doing this all along. if he had, he wouldn't have been here.
'for me?' you brought the cellophane to your nose, 'really?' they smell lovely, like they were actually picked out and not just the first thing he saw. 'of course. only the best for my baby.'
a flash in your eyes, but it doesn't work, not in the way it normally does. no, this time it seems to amuse you. he doesn't care, you look breathtaking and he's about to have his heart thump from his chest.
'i'm going to be the luckiest guy there tonight.' peter blurted it without thinking, but what's worse, or better, is that he truly believed it. he waited patiently when you set the flowers down, but couldn't hold it in the second you turned for him.
'can i have a hug?' touch starved and itching for your hold, you quirked a brow, were you waiting for a kiss? peter thinks kisses be damned, he'll pass out if he can't wrap you in his arms.
'sure-' before you could finish you're in his chest, his palms wash over your back, you're heated up in a second. you take a deep breath, he does the same.
there was a lot of reflecting, but a whole lot more missing. peter just couldn't hide his well. 'i'm sorry, but i missed you so fucking much.' your heart warms, you knew it.
'i did, too.' it's all that was needed, you felt peter match your breaths, one single unit, together. it's how peter thinks it should be, it's how it should be. he doesn't know how he could go back to not that.
you think he's about to kiss you, it's a different look in his eyes. instead, he brushes out your outfit and nods towards the door.
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peter feels like he's on the countdown, even more so when the bill came and you hadn't said a word about your week of recollection. you didn't bring it up on the way home, or when he stopped for dessert, or even when you got back to the chapter house.
but he still kept an arm around you when you chose to head for the kitchen instead of the stairs, peeking in and brightening up when you see your favorite brother at the island.
'ethan!' you were almost as happy when you got your flowers. almost. peter lightly pushed you forward, letting you get in a hug while he grabbed something to drink.
'you're looking very fancy tonight.' you curtsy and thank him, a gesture towards your date. 'peter's idea.' ethan reaches for a fist bump, peter gladly accepts.
you'd love to catch up but peter's antsy and you're not that mean. 'breakfast tomorrow?' you glance to peter, 'is that okay with you?' his tail starts wagging again, there's going to be a tomorrow. 'of course.'
ethan agrees, 'breakfast it is.' you share a look with him, a sly smile. looking around the kitchen, three other brothers. where does peter's loyalty lie? how much did he actually miss you? how much did he learn?
'kiss?' a cup clatters, four sets of eyes watching. 'huh?' you spin with your back to the crowd, 'kissy.' it's the first you've asked for all night, you're counting the hesitation in your mind. one, two, thr...
and it's a kiss. the kind that had you begging for more, even if he was already attached. one that had you melting into his chest while he held your back sturdy. one that said he really didn't give a fuck who was watching anymore.
peter's selfish and he needs to breathe. you hold him by the collar of his jacket, he peeks up to his brothers, a slight blush followed. he can hear the chirps in his mind.
'one more,' it's chaste. you mumble against his lips, 'last one.' peter knows your game, he doesn't have anything to lose but you. he'd put up with shit the rest of his life if he meant you kept asking him for kisses.
a slurry of pecks, you push him away at the sound of gagging from the audience. 'okay, okay!' you swipe at the corner of his lip, nothing's there but a distant memory. 'you taste like chocolate.'
'are my kisses that sweet?' another gag, 'take it upstairs, parker.' you pull on his hand, 'yeah, parker. let's take it upstairs.' you shake off the cheers and drag peter up the stairs behind you by the hand.
you peel your jacket off in his room, your shoes next. like he told you, clean and folded clothes in the second drawer down on his dresser. you pull out your own pajamas, peter watches intently.
'do you want me to turn around, or... nevermind.'
'you're very polite tonight, parker.' a slip of the tongue, you didn't mean it like that, but he took it as such. 'no. please stop calling me that. i'm trying, trouble. i'm really trying.'
'i know you are, you're cute when you're desperate.' peter holds his breath, 'what does that mean?'
'it means you have an ultimatum.' there's nothing good that can come of this, he knows it. you're going to tell him to either make it official or move on, you must have expected the latter. why else did it take so long to reach out?
peter can feel his hands shake, he hides them by crossing his arms. you don't look half as nervous, you're scaring him because he can't read you. it sinks in, it's because you're final in your decision.
'sit.' you pat the space next to you on his bed, you settle underneath the blankets and pull it over your knees. 'did you wash your sheets, too?'
'yeah,' you smile at peter. he's gnawing at his bottom lip. 'they smell clean.' you nudge peter's arm, he swallows thickly. 'ready?'
undivided attention. 'i don't want to break things off.' visible relief, you're not sure if peter is religious, but you think he just said a thank you to god.
'good. i really don't want you to break things off either.'
'but-'
'fuck.' you frown with a little sympathy, he couldn't have thought it was that easy.
'it can't go back to how it was, peter. you're not ready for the boyfriend title, fine. but i need more from you, if you can't give me that, this ends.'
anything, anything, anything.
'what do you need from me?'
this is where it gets tricky, for you and for him. 'i want you to be my boyfriend. you're not ready, but you want to be, right? you said that's how you see us ending, remember?'
'yeah, of course.' you've been thinking logically and this is the best solution for now. this is what you can handle for now. this is what's best for now.
'then treat me like that's the end game. take me out, kiss me in front of your friends, hold my hand on campus. commit to me, truly and fully commit to me. act like you want me to be and stay your girlfriend.'
is that it? he just has to treat you how he's always wanted to, but was scared to do so because he didn't want you to think it was more than it was?
'okay. i can do that, i promise i can do that.'
it's not that easy, it never is. 'yeah, but, this isn't forever, peter. there's not an infinite timeline on this, this is just for right now.'
peter's terrified to ask, but he still does. 'when does right now end?'
it's why you were so calm, how you were able to keep away from him and not show the same amount of craving he did. peter was right, your decision was final and you were serious.
peter was on borrowed time, but this time, you knew it too.
'when i say it does. because, right now, i could walk away at any second, and you'd let me because you'd have no one else to blame.'
selfish, selfish, selfish.
because all peter heard was, ‘but i’m not done, yet.’
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You Called
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He’d been out with his own group of friends when the text came through. If he concentrated hard enough in the haze of the bar he could even hear the upset in her voice. She had rooted herself that deep into his brain.
‘are u near college street at all?”
‘i’m at this stupid party that m.j. has drug me to and i have to get out of here.’
‘just wanna see you plz petey’
Peter bit back a smile and placed his drink down on the white fold out table, looking around the backyard as he slid his phone into his back pocket and tried to creep away as quietly as possible.
“Where ya going? You’re not even done with your first drink yet.” The arm around him throws him off. Harry is smirking at Peter, it’s a knowing grin, the same one he gave him when he snuck out of their own party a couple weeks ago to go sit at her dorm with her.
“Savin’ my girl from yours.” He jokes, shrugging his friend's arm off. Harry is smiling to himself pouring the rest of Peter’s cup into his own.
The frat house on college street is one he’s familiar with, he hates the Pike parties. He makes a mental note about lecturing M.J. on taking his girlfriend to this frat house without him present. A few of the frat boys scatter as Peter makes his way through the crowd. He’s fist fought one to many of them for the boys to stop and ask what he;s doing here. “M.J.! Mary-Jan-”
“I heard you for the first time! What are you doing here Pete?” She yells over the music, the group of girls she’s sitting with look at Pete batting their eyelashes. Peter’s eyes however were drifting around the room looking for his girl in the crowd of sorority girls.
“Looking for bashful, y’know where she is?”
“She went to the bathroom like 15 minutes ago? I figured she snuck out to you, she said she was gonna leave but she was waiting on you.” M.J. says looking over her shoulder.
He got lucky that she knew how to listen. Peter snuck up the stairs, looking at the hallway of doors. “Hey man, which one is the bathroom?” Peter asked the blonde as he walked past him.
“First door right there.”
“Thanks..thanks”
Peter walked straight ahead knocking on the door waiting for a response. “Bashful you in there?”
After a couple minutes of silence he could hear feet padding across the floor of the bathroom. He smiled as the door cracked open to reveal his girlfriend. “You came.” She smiled leaning against the door.
Peter nods his head scooping down to kiss her, his arm wrapping around her waist dragging her out of the bathroom and down the crowded staircase.
“You came.” She smiled, her face hidden in his shoulder as they walked. He could feel her body heat up as she pushed against him in the crowd. Without looking down, smiling to himself Peter nodded.
“You called.”
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Omg! Panty stealer pt2 is sooooo gooood! Cocky and dom Peter absolutely blew my mind! Your writing is awesome!
Pleeeeease tell me that it will be third part to fulfill the panty trilogy! As humble suggestion maybe reader find out that Pete is SpiderMan and he will finally get head from her while he is in his spidey costume? Or maybe more than just blowjob?Hehehe Am I very bad and naughty that I'm typing this to you? 🥵🤤
Anyways love ya darling! You're smashing it!
in the suit
words: 3k
warnings: smut; (m- receiving [oral], dirty talk), language, and fluff of course. barely edited.
note: panty!peter blurb #1 coming up :D also, this is the way i believe y/n would have found out about spider-man, but i have another request for the same thing so i’ll probably do an alternative version!
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you couldn’t stop thinking about it. how?
how does peter manage to get into your room every night? okay, not every night, but most nights.
most nights, peter magically and mysteriously sneaks his way up into your forbidden bedroom with ease. sometimes, you even wait and watch outside your window to try to get a peak at what he’s doing. but you never see him.
he’s just so slick. how does he do it?
you and peter have been together for over a month now, if you’re counting the day he broke in. the feeling isn’t necessarily new in your heart. you feel like you’ve known him your whole life. like he’s always just… been there.
through this month of stability yet craziness, you haven’t gone back to the frat house since the halloween party. you thought that after you guys got together you would stay there more often, but peter doesn’t want you to be ‘attacked’ by the guys. meaning, he doesn’t want them to ask a million questions when you guys are supposed to be private. you thought his excuse was dumb, but he was also just being a bit protective.
in reality, peter just didn’t know how to get you into the frat house without anyone seeing you. you both had agreed that your relationship was going to be kept private, very private. people could spread rumors and assume you two were together, but you weren’t going to show each other off. you guys liked it this way, it made your relationship more special because it was just for you two.
peter had a sixth sense, sticky fingers, and webs. it was pretty easy for him to crawl up into your room especially because you didn’t have security cameras (maybe you guys should get some at some point though…). you would constantly ask him how he does it since you live on the second floor and it was high up. but peter responds by not responding and instead laughs and kisses you. god, he was too good at distracting you.
but tonight, you were determined to find out.
peter had already texted you earlier and said he wouldn’t be able to stop by tonight because of overbearing homework. you completely understood, and sent him a good luck and goodnight to me then message. but truly, you were sneaking out and heading towards the frat.
you put on your sneakers and a hoodie, pulling the strings tightly around your head. the early december weather was no joke in massachusetts, and your thermal leggings were barely helping to keep you warm. as quietly as possible, you leave through the back door, making sure not to alert anyone or anything. not like you have a system to alert though.
you cut through some of the hedges until you’re in the front yard and the frat is staring at you from across the street. taking a deep, chilly breath, you cross the road with your frozen fingers tucked in your pocket.
all the lights in the top rooms were off, except one. you’re not totally sure which one is peter’s, but what other frat guy would stay up until 11 p.m. working on homework?
maybe ned, but he sleeps downstairs.
you walk until you’re under the window, the yellowish light taunting you. there was no latter, vine, rope, or magic hair to get you into the bedroom. the houses were built very similarly, and you know he doesn’t bring a latter with him.
so how does he do it?
you take a glance at your surroundings. the biggest difference of your houses was that the guys’ didn’t have large garden hedges. they just had a shit ton of messy bushes that they should probably trim once in a while.
having no ideas, you try to jump towards the window. great, that’s totally going to help you. maybe you’ll get some super jump that can spring you up and inside.
you feel stupid. yeah, peter may be the smartest person on campus and going to mit on a full academic scholarship, but how does he sneak into your room? with geometry? you didn’t think so.
wait.
what if… he’s hiding something from you?
that would explain why he’s so weird about it. letting the impulsive decisions take you over, you throw a rock at his window. hopefully, you’ll get his attention and he’ll come down, so you can see how he does it. or he’ll just go through the front door… whatever he does, you need to ask him this question right now. or else you’ll never be able to sleep again.
when throwing the rock gets tedious and noisy, you quit. just as you’re about to drop to the ground in annoyance, you hear a distant whipping sound. you hold your breath as if the person whipping will hear you.
fuck. it wasn’t a good idea for you to go out at night.
suddenly feeling anxious and scared, you slowly creep towards the sorority house. you don’t get too far before you see a body flinging through the air. the whipping noise gets closer and closer to you with every web on the streetlights. what the…
there’s only one person that could possibly be doing the impossible.
spider-man.
but what was he doing in your little neighborhood? this was one of the safest places in the area, so he didn’t need to check up here. there were so many more places in massachusetts that needed saving. feeling beyond curious, your feet scatter to hide you behind one of the untrimmed bushes.
you watch through crowded leaves as spider-man swings through the neighborhood, getting towards you. it’s like he can sense you and he’s coming for you. your heart thumps wildly in your chest, nervous about seeing him. you’ve never seen him before, and at least not in person. he was popular on the newspaper and television screens, but never on the street. unless you lived within the city.
with one long and final thwip, spider-man flings himself towards the frat house.
what. the…
you place your hand over your mouth, just in case your breathing is too loud. you intensely watch as the spider crawls up the white wall and towards the only lit window in the whole house.
no. fucking. way.
before you could fully register what you were seeing, you felt the gasp leave your mouth. you slap both of your hands on your face to shut yourself up. you nearly fall back on your heels as spider-man halts his movements. he scans his surroundings before jumping down the wall entirely.
your eyes are wide and your hands of shaking. you’ve never felt your heart beat so unbelievably fast, but you’ve also never been more afraid. what does he do to people that find out? what is going to happen to your relationship?
the body of blue and red stocks closer to the bushes with careful steps. you try to scoot away, but your back hits the fence. the wood creaks, your actions not quiet enough. his footsteps pick up speed as they rush to the bushes with determination.
spider-man jumps over the plant with grace, hoping to see a wild animal of some sort. but when he sees his girl with the most shocked and terrified expression in the world, he immediately falls to his knees.
“y/n,” he calmly says, slowly inching to you. he doesn’t hesitate to comfort you as peter. you don’t move, you just listen. “it’s okay. i promise.”
now that he sensed you, peter could hear your heartbeat overbearingly in his ears. he could hear your muffled breaths under your palm, and he just wanted to soothe your fear.
“baby,” he wanted to cuddle your body until you stopped shaking. you weren’t crying, you were just in shock. peter takes a quick glance at his surroundings before yanking off his mask and kneeling, so you could see his face reflecting off the moonlight. “it’s just me.”
“i…” you whispered as your hands fell from your face. peter doesn’t hesitate to grab them gently with his gloved ones. “…knew it.”
“you knew i was spider-man?”
“well… for like five seconds,” you flusteredly laugh while trying to recover. you still haven’t gotten used to this. well it’s only been a minute. “i knew you were hiding something.”
“what are you doing out this late anyway?” he stares straight up at the moon as it shines vehemently over you both.
“uh… well,” you start, “i was kind of curious as to how you always snuck into my bedroom without a latter or something, so i went to see? i don’t really know what i was looking for.”
peter chuckles. “but you found your answer, yeah?”
“yeah, i did,” you smile with sweetness as peter helps you up from the grass floor.
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“it’s different breaking into your room rather than mine,” you say as you sit on the edge of peter’s bed. you watch as he tosses his mask inside of a box labeled books. “so that’s what was in the box. not dirty magazines.”
“surprise?” peter laughs and you giggle at his shyness. his cheeks and nose were red from the cold, but also from the slight blush that crossed them. you made him feel all warm and tingly inside, and even a little gooey.
his hand reaches for the button on his chest. it deflates, instantly becoming huge around him.
“wait,” you stop him before he undresses himself. he looks towards you. “can i just… look at you for a moment? in the suit?”
a small smirk creeps up his face. peter clicks the button again and his suit encloses on his body, outlining his muscles perfectly. every ridge and curve of him was being shown off by the spandex. you felt a spark of lust fire inside of you at the sight.
“like me in my suit, baby?” he teased as he trudged over to you. you stood up from the bed to meet his buff chest. you nodded with a bite of your lip.
he nearly growls before attaching your lips. it’s barely been a day since he’s last kissed you, but that’s too long for him. his gloved hand grips your jaw to deepen the kiss while your hands explore his messy hair.
the heat between you was undeniable. you were getting worked up over peter in his suit, and that’s something you never thought was possible. because you didn’t think peter being spider-man was possible.
is there a spider-man kink?
you take your shirt off after breaking the kiss, but resume it in no time. as he pushes you onto the bed, you stop him, having a new idea in mind.
“peter,” you sigh, spandex body hovering over yours.
“you okay?”
“yeah, yes. i just…” you swallowed, “can i…”
you didn’t really get your question out. you just slithered your body off the bed until your knees were digging into his carpet. peter’s eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at your figure, submissive below him.
“fuck. you want to touch my cock?” peter was already growing hard at the idea of fucking you in his suit. he found it hot that you found his suit hot. everything seemed to be a turn on right now. but now you were on your fucking knees like an angel and damn near begging to touch him?
how could he say no?
“go ahead then, sweet girl,” peter allows, but you stay still.
“how do i take it off—?”
“right—”
he unzips a zipper that you swear wasn’t there before. you barely take him fully out before you’re drooling at the sight. he was big and thick, and you don’t think you’d ever get used to looking at and feeling him.
your thumb drags over his weepy tip and he winces at your freezing touch.
“sorry!” you exclaimed with a funky smile. he forcefully laughs while you spit warmth into your hand.
“it’s okay, baby.”
your delicate hand wraps around him as you shift up and down. he sighs into the air, eyes fluttering back. your other hand scratches his thighs lightly. then, you fondle his balls until he’s groaning above you.
“fuck, darling,” he moans as his rough hand rests on your head. with his grip on you, you feel inclined to put your mouth on him. you’re barely an inch away, so what are you waiting for?
your lips pucker as you kiss his veiny shaft. you see from the top of your eyes how his face floods with pleasure, and your ego rises.
“if you look at me like that again, i’m going to explode, baby,” peter husks with his fingers laced in your hair for support.
with a hummed chuckle, you finally place your mouth on him. you suck on his leaky tip as a deep groan elicits from him. his noises always give you a bunch of reassurance, so you hum against him in satisfaction.
“takin’ me so well,” peter forces himself to stay still and let you do all the work. although, his hips just want to break free and ram into the back of your throat until you lose your voice. for another time… “love when you’re on your knees for me.”
you vibrated a moan against his cock as you took him deeper, a little more than half way. you were never the best at giving head because you couldn’t go that far down without gagging atrociously, but after peter showed you a better technique, for breathing and comfort, he thought you were a professional.
“you like being on your knees for me? or for spider-man?”
a groggy moan rippled around his cock from your filled throat, confirming his suspicions. you were definitely turned of the idea of peter as spider-man, and because of that, he was too. every time you were horny, peter was too.
you released your hands from him and braced them on his thighs. you focused and remembered the small notes he’s given you before. you take a long breath before sinking his cock deep in the back of your mouth. your thumb stabs your palm to eliminate your gag reflex, and it works. your nose nudges the base of his cock and you can see up close how his abs contract tightly.
“fuck! doing so good for me. going to make me come, sweet girl.”
hearing this, you bob and twist your head with a goal. your tongue swirls exploring around each ridge like it’s never tasted the plain before. peter was delicious; he was sweet with a pinch of saltiness that made you a fan of giving head. you would get on your knees any day for him.
his cock twitches in your mouth, warning you that he’s coming. you feel his hips buck into you as he strongly yanks your hair. you groan as he lets himself go.
“where do you want it? on your face? chest? or are you going to swallow it like a good girl?”
even when his dick twitches again, you don’t make an effort to move. you lick the underside of him, which sends peter over the edge.
a string of hushed groans fall from his pink lips as his muscles clench. ropes of his orgasm spurts down your throat, and you swallow every drop like a champ. well, almost all. parts of his come drip from the corner of your lip as he slowly pulls out of you.
the second he exits you, your jaw is instantly sore and achy, but it was worth it. to see the flustered and breathless peter above you was worthless everytime. peter was nearly disoriented by how fucking incredible your mouth was. how you were.
he tucks himself back into his suit as you remain on the floor. he leans down and helps you up, your knees popping in the process.
“how was it this time?��� you croaked, voice cracking horrendously. peter tries not to laugh as he wipes away the nearly dried sperm on your face. you open your mouth without a thought, and he sticks his thumb in your mouth for you to lick it clean.
“it was good. fucking amazing. impeccable. exceeded expectations. outstanding performance—”
“okay, okay i get it. you’re a nerd!” you brokenedly laugh as you shove his chest. you got a sudden wave of chills because you were starting to get a bit cold. your body was still running hot because you were still, well, turned on.
“nerds are awesome, okay? they know everything.”
“like what? impress me,” you challenge as you throw your leg on top of his lap and get yourself seated. he smirks, feeling his cock chuff up a bit already. you were beyond soaked in your panties, and you just couldn’t wait for peter to destroy you.
peter knows you didn’t actually want him to say anything nerdy, so he made it a bit sexual. as always.
“they know how to… kiss.”
“you’re probably the one nerd that knows how to kiss.”
“okay, fine. i know how to kiss,” his hand cups your face as it leans closer towards his. he places a soft, longing kiss on your swollen lips before pulling away way too fast for your liking. “i know how to touch you, i know how to rile you up. right? i’m doing it right now. and you’re probably soaking.”
a warmth wave floods through your body at his words.
“i know how to talk to you too. bet these dirty words are going straight to your little clit, huh?”
“peter,” you whimper. he was right. he was beyond right.
his hand trails down your bare stomach and hovers over your clothed cunt. he can feel the heavy heat radiating from you through your leggings, begging for more.
“i can feel you. i can smell you, too. a perk of being spider-man,” he smiles, “guess this nerd is pretty great.”
“peter!” you shook his shoulders in desperation, but he didn’t move. you had a love hate relationship with his teasing. he indeed got you riled up, to the max, until you were begging him to touch you. he just dragged it on and on and on. he loved hearing you beg for it.
“okay, okay, sweet girl,” peter chuckled as his fingers fumbled down the waistline of your leggings. they were thick, so you helped him get them down. “just want to hear you say how awesome nerds are first. how do you think i made these webs?”
“you’re the hottest, super-nerd i’ve ever met in my life. now can you please fuck me?” you begged as your cunt ached.
“aw thanks, baby,” all he did was laugh at your misery with a smirk. “all you had to do was say please.”
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note: not my best work, but i hope you enjoyeddd. literally posting this at 1 am :D
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❀ 2023 fic recs
hi friends <3 like last year i wanted to make a list of some of my favorite fics i’ve read that was posted throughout 2023. please read the warnings on the fics before reading, and minors do not interact with smut!
* = smut
❀ peter parker
burnt face and second base by @waitimcomingtoo (one shot)
pairing: peter parker x reader
summary: peter can’t seem to stop accidentally hurting his crush.
blurb by @hollandsangel (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x reader
summary: “oh please, who’s gonna stop us?”, “the police.”
*angel unaware by @silkscream (one shot)
pairing: peter parker x silk!reader
summary: you’ve known peter since you were fifteen, shortly after you were both bitten by the same spider. it was too obvious that you’d end up loving him. as you drift apart during your first year of college, you’re not sure how much longer you can keep dancing in circles with him.
*blurb by @/silkscream (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x female!reader
summary: reader fucks peter in his suit, the other suit.
*delay by @sparklingsin (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x gn!reader
summary: you stop peter from going on patrol.
blurb by @t-lostinworlds (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x avenger!female!reader
summary: "this movie is really scary, but you're into it so i'm trying not to cover my face the whole time, but-what is that?" and "i mean… i-i'm cool with sharing the bed if you are."
i spy, no spy by @/t-lostinworlds (one shot)
pairing: peter parker x avenger/secret agent!female!reader
summary: You’re a trained spy, Peter was not. But you two ended up on a mission together where he was needed to be less of the chatty superhero in red & blue tights and more of a debonair undercover agent in a suit & tie. It shouldn’t be too difficult, right? No mask, no web shooters. Just you and him pretending to be fiancés, hiding and making out in a closet to avoid getting caught—simple. Unless he included his overgrowing feelings for you, of course.
a strange(er's) comfort by @/t-lostinworlds (one shot)
pairing: peter parker x female!reader
summary: peter found a strange comfort in the graveyard, no less. but hearing about your day-to-day had been the highlight of his. and when one night led to the both you showing vulnerability, suddenly, peter didn’t feel so alone anymore. maybe a stranger’s comfort wasn’t so bad.
*in lust we trust by @scorpiomother (one shot)
pairing: mcu!peter parker x silk!female!reader
summary: they don’t know one thing about each other, but they do know that they want each other. bad. little do they know, they are at the mercy of an influx of hormones caused by a radioactive spider.
*blurb by @webslingingslasher (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x female!reader
summary: you get a bad calf cramp midway through sex.
break my heart by @hollandweather (blurb)
pairing: frat!peter parker x female!reader
summary: peter wants to spend time with you.
your kiss, my cheek by @/hollandweather (one shot)
pairing: frat!peter parker x female!reader
summary: better late than never? bullshit. frat!peter realises he loves you a little too late.
you're always gonna be mine by @darling-im-wonderstruck (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x female!reader
summary: late nights with peter never failed to put your heart at ease at the end of each long day. all your worries and doubts seem to disappear in his presence, including your fears about first loves (and first heartbreaks).
subway by @tnmdfhgkg (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x female!reader
summary: you met a cute boy on the train.
blurb by @/luveline (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x reader
summary: peter catch you wearing spider-man merch.
blurb by @parkerpeter24 (blurb)
pairing: peter parker x female!reader
summary: peter's hand gets stuck to your shirt.
❀ joel miller
*soft!dom joel miller by @joelscruff (series)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: a collection of important moments between you and joel miller, your grumpy new patrol partner in jackson, wyoming.
*feelings on fire by @/joelscruff (series, ongoing)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: you're back from college for the summer, staying with your devout catholic parents in your childhood home while they order you around and try to keep authority over you. as an act of rebellion you ask your new neighbor mr. miller to teach you how to play guitar, but it turns out there's a lot more he wants to teach you.
*boyfriend's!dad!joel miller by @/joelscruff (series)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: moments between you and your boyfriend's father, joel miller, who you have a secret relationship with.
*to freeze or to thaw & *a kindness you can't afford by @/joelscruff (two part one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: joel stole you away to be his special girl.
*truth or dare by @/joelscruff (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: a harmless game of truth or dare ends with you tied up in a certain mysterious neighbor's garage.
*this one thing you did by @/joelscruff (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: dancing with a stranger at your favorite club leads to something filthy.
*mad love by @swiftispunk (drabble)
pairing: joel miller x afab!fem!reader
summary: reader gets turned on after joel goes feral on some guy who tried to touch her.
*holding back by @/swiftispunk (drabble)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: smut from joel's pov.
*your summer dream by @/swiftispunk (series, ongoing)
pairing: joel miller x fem!reader
summary: fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit in joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents.
*good to me by @/swiftispunk (three part series)
pairing: gynecologist!joel miller x female!reader
summary: with your usual doctor out, you're stuck having to get your routine pap smear done by the gorgeous dr. miller.
*say it with your hands & *put your lips close to mine by @/swiftispunk (one shots)
pairing: joel miller x afab!fem!masseuse!reader
summary: ellie convinces joel to see the town masseuse. it goes mostly okay.
*creep it real by @/swiftispunk (one shot)
pairing: dbf!joel miller x female!reader
summary: a masked angel. a rugged cowboy. you're the answer to joel's prayers...until he realizes who you are.
*stay here, honey by @/swiftispunk (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x fem!reader
summary: you sit on dbf!joel's lap at a party, it's a whole thing.
no strings attached by @dustydaddyyy (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: you can’t deny there’s always been something between you and joel miller. The question is, is either of you going to do something about it?
*sweetheart by @/dustydaddyyy (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: you're home from college for summer '99 to visit your parents, when your eye wanders upon their next-door neighbor, joel miller.
*flash point by @/dustydaddyyy (series, ongoing)
pairing: pre-TLOU! joel miller x female!reader
summary: 18 years after the world ended, and you never thought you'd find yourself stranded and alone in the Boston QZ. you've got one friend, a tendency for violence and sticky fingers, so what happens when you run across two notoriously ruthless smugglers one night and they chose to save your life?
*look at me, *give me some & *can't help it aka tinder!joel miller by @pascalisbaby (mini series)
pairing: DILF!joel miller x female!reader
summary: ellie and sarah set joel up on a tinder date.
*say yes to heaven & *no angel by @/pascalisbaby (one shots)
pairing: chiro!joel miller x female!patient!reader
summary: dr. joel miller gives you a little more than an adjustment.
*saved too many times by @/pascalisbaby (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: joel doesn’t mind punishing you, so long as he gets to watch you cry.
*signs i don't read by @/pascalisbaby (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: joel likes things done his way, especially when he’s fucking you.
*rock me to sleep by @randofantfic
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: joel makes love to you in a rocking chair.
*dbf!joel miller by @notjustjavierpena (series)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: joel, your dad’s best friend, finds you in your room crying and wants to comfort you.
*grab the bull by the horns by @proxima-writes (one shot)
pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader
summary: joel agrees to go out to tommy’s favorite bar, where he watches you ride a mechanical bull and wishes you would ride him.
*joel is such a sap after sex by @inklore (drabble)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: joel is a sap after sex.
*kinktober – body worship by @palioom (blurb)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: you worship joel's body.
*only need ten by @pascalpvnk (blurb)
pairing: jackson era!joel miller x afab!reader
summary: morning sex with joel.
*sweetened breath and tongue so mean by @moonlight-prose (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: joel couldn’t fathom what you saw in him. a man bloodied with the ravages of life. he’d taken life, killed to survive, and there were times he even fucking enjoyed it. but you were soft. you were the good that remained. the light he shouldn’t be allowed to tarnish.
unlikely friends by @sweetercalypso (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x reader
summary: joel and your cat have never gotten along, but maybe they’re more alike than they realize.
*need that charles dickens by @janaispunk (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: “what do you say, have i been a good elf for santa?”, “am i santa in that scenario?”, “sure,” you grin mischievously, “if you come down my chimney.”
*in the next room by @atticrissfinch (one shot)
pairing: neighbor’s fuckbuddy!joel miller x female!reader
summary: when the peace and quiet of your apartment is disturbed by the noisy escapades of the couple in the neighboring unit, you find yourself entranced by the mystery man on the other side of the wall. and when you stumble upon him on a dating app…well, it might just be fate.
*between blurred lines by @livingemkayde (one shot)
pairing: best friend's dad!/dad's best friend!joel miller x female!reader
summary: joel miller has always been...there. never different, always sporting a brooding scowl etched into his handsome face. he's your best friend sarah miller's dad, arguably worse, your dad's long time buddy. things are never different. not until this summer. not until now.
*for you, i would by @javiscigarette (one shot)
pairing: joel miller x female!reader
summary: Joel catches you doing something you definitely shouldn't be doing and teaches you you lesson.
*tricks of the trade by @mypoisonedvine (one shot)
pairing: dark-ish!joel miller x female!reader
summary: when you don't have enough rations to get your fix, you have to find something else to trade.
❀ javier peña
*soaked by @/joelscruff (one shot)
pairing: javi peña x female!reader
summary: it’s hard being an intern for a man who won’t even look at you, but maybe there’s something else to it that you don’t see.
*(re)union with elvis by @tieronecrush (one shot)
pairing: javi peña x female!reader
summary: reader and javi haven't seen each other since after graduation, until one night they bump into each other in las vegas, while both are there for their friends’ birthday parties. the next morning they wake up in the same bed, hangover and married.
*late night text by @undercoverpena (series)
pairing: javi peña x female!reader
summary: it’s the year 2000. javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop’s ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. the only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.
*keep me in your glow by @/atticrissfinch (one shot)
pairing: javi peña x female!reader
summary: on a sleepy saturday morning, javi has one small request.
❀ jack daniels
*cupcake by @ezrasbirdie (one shot)
pairing: car salesman!jack daniels x female!reader
summary: jack daniels, lead used car salesman at his dealership, has a crush on you, the pretty receptionist. it's too bad he can't get out of his own way. luckily for him, you have patience and a soft spot for shy cowboys.
❀ ezra (prospect)
*darkness by @/ezrasbirdie (one shot)
pairing: ezra x female!reader
summary: ezra likes to watch you sleep.
❀ dieter bravo
*bouquet, *bloom & *blossom by @/mypoisonedvine (mini series)
pairing: dieter bravo x camgirl!reader
summary: being quarantined in his hotel room has dieter getting a little stir crazy, and when the drugs run out, he has to find a new vice. that's how he found you.
❀ eddie munson
blurb by @luveline (blurb)
pairing: eddie munson x shy!female!reader
summary: reader is into the same music as eddie & has a similar aesthetic but not the confidence that is associated with it. eddie takes the initiative to interact with her because she’s nervous too do so?
was that so hard? by @/luveline (one shot)
pairing: eddie munson x shy!female!reader
summary: your best friend eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. he could show you, though, if you want?
if it barks by @/luveline (series, ongoing)
pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x rockstar!female!reader
summary: you don’t mean to make an enemy of eddie munson — he’s handsome and talented, but he’s the biggest jerk you’ve ever met. eddie thinks you’re infuriatingly pretty, emphasis on the infuriating.
*smut by @/luveline (blurb)
pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x afab!reader
summary: rockstar eddie and his gf get a little rough before/after a show.
a quest for bed by @/luveline (one shot)
pairing: eddie munson x female!reader
summary: eddie fights to get his usually shy and moderately intoxicated girlfriend to bed when you insist on clinging to him at every turn.
too much by @/luveline (one shot)
pairing: eddie munson x female!reader
summary: you get upset when eddie's friends think you're clingy. he sets you straight with some unbridled affection.
our ghost by @/luveline (one shot)
pairing: eddie munson x female!reader
summary: best friends since middle school, you tell eddie everything, which is why he's so surprised to find out you've been keeping a secret —you’re hearing a voice whenever you're home alone. he’s always had a thing for the fantastical but he can't believe in ghosts, and the longer you insist on it, the more worried he becomes. this would be bad enough if eddie didn’t have a secret too, and it threatens to change everything between you.
blurb by @/luveline (blurb)
pairing: eddie munson x shy!female!reader
summary: eddie insists on taking care of you when you get overwhelmed in the middle of a concert.
one shot by @/luveline (one shot)
pairing: eddie munson x female!reader
summary: eddie is a hockey player.
is it cool if i hold your hand? by @/luveline (one shot)
pairing: eddie munson x shy!female!reader
summary: eddie asks you out on your very first date, indulging you in huge philly cheesesteaks, a vanilla milkshake (with two straws), a largely neglected bucket of popcorn, and a sugary first kiss.
a thread of time by @/luveline (one shot)
pairing: soulmate au, eddie munson x female!reader
summary: eddie wakes up with a red string tied from his finger to yours, no idea where he got it, and no idea how to tell you that you're caught on the end of it.
❀ hobie brown
can i kiss you? by @spiderg0th (blurb)
pairing: hobie brown x spider person!reader
summary: you visit his world for the first time.
❀ tom holland
*girls talk boys by @luciwritesstuff (series, ongoing)
pairing: actor!tom holland x female!reader
summary: coming home for the holidays only to find your old, formerly pain-in-your-ass neighbour got. . . hot?
all the time in the world by @/luciwritesstuff (one shot)
pairing: tom holland x female!reader
summary: tom thinks you're pregnant.
the end by @lauras-collection (one shot)
pairing: tom holland x reader
summary: this is not how you thought your evening would end.
*little birdie by @youandtom2 (one shot, part. 2)
pairing: rich!dom!tom holland x inexperienced!rich!female!reader
summary: you always thought you hated tom more. but after a wild night that has now led into a confusing situationship you start to question who you should be hating more: your nightmare brother andy, or his best friend tom?
*hunting ground by @/youandtom2 (one shot)
pairing: dom!tom holland x sub!bratty!reader
summary: how else would you get adventure back into your life than to visit a speakeasy that’s definitly not a kinky-cult-sex-club?
❀ harry styles
*soft by @moonchildstyles (one shot)
pairing: harry styles x female!reader
summary: harry is y/n’s best friend, so she thought she knew everything about him. but, it looks like they both had some secrets: harry thought about her a lot more than she realized and y/n has really soft hands.
feathery by @/moonchildstyles (one shot)
pairing: harry styles x cupid!female!reader
summary: y/n is a cupid and harry might be her soulmate. if that’s even possible anyway.
*élan by @/moonchildstyles (series)
pairing: bodyguard!harry styles x rich socialite!female!reader
summary: harry is a bodyguard by trade and y/n would do anything just to be left alone.
for more fic recs check out my #read tag <3
#peter parker x reader#joel miller x reader#javi pena x reader#javi peña x reader#jack daniels x reader#ezra x reaader#dieter bravo x reader#eddie munson x reader#hobie brown x reader#tom holland x reader#harry styles x reader#pedro pascal#tom holland#joseph quinn
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Heavily thinking about frat!Peter right now and it’s getting the better of me
^^me rereading all of the same blurbs and fics about frat peter fr
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Red Wine Supernova~P.P.
Summary: Peter meets the girl of his dreams and learns that he likes boxed wine.
A/N: IF YALL DON’T LISTEN TO CHAPPELL ROAN THIS IS YOUR SIGN. DO IT NOW. THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY. Also we’re going to pretend that no way home never happened and Peter is happily in college with all of his friends, okay? Okay great. Also it has come to my attention that not everyone knows what a house show is, it’s basically a mini concert thrown in someone’s basement with local bands. I came home from college and was telling my work friends about the ones i went to and nobody had any idea what i was talking about. The more u know
Also a little fluff blurb i made bc i wanted to and didn’t feel like writing the part 2 to when the devil calls yet. enjoy
Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Reader
TW: drinking, a few bad words, v short, and BAD SUMMARY
Word Count: 1.5k
Peter Parker is a nerd. I mean we all know this, but he thought he would have grown out of that “phase” when he went to college. Well freshmen year of college at MIT rolled around, and he was still building legos with Ned, having movie marathons with his friends, and taking the nerdiest classes ever (or so MJ said). He never went out to parties, they didn’t really appeal to him. That is until tonight.
Ned had been begging Peter to go to a college party, saying that they weren’t having a real college experience if they didn’t. MJ didn’t really mind the idea, so between the two of them, they convinced Peter it would be fun. Of course they couldn’t go to a frat because they don’t let dudes in, so they left it up to MJ to find a different party to go to.
That and the boys had no idea how to find a party to go to.
MJ had her connections, so the very next day she had a list of parties they could all attend together. The most appealing of the list being a house show not too far from them, some friends of MJ were throwing, and they said the three of them could stay for the after party. So the plan was set: get ready and pregame at Peter and Ned’s dorm and uber to the house show at 8.
The three did just that, Peter had his first ever shot and almost threw up, then sucked it up and took about 5 more after MJ laughed at him. Ned had a mixed drink (Sex on the Beach, the broke college kid version) and MJ was right there throwing shots back with Peter and chasing them with beer. They were pregamed up and ready to hit the show.
The car ride was a blur, the shots slowly hitting Peter, he didn’t know if he liked the feeling, but he already felt more open. A slight tingly feeling in his head and things were starting to be more fun. Even just poking MJ in the head was funny to him now, and her death glare is not a force to be reckoned with.
Upon arriving, MJ went off to find her friends who lived at the house, and left Peter and Ned to do their own thing. A DJ was already in full swing, people were dancing and singing and laughing, it looked so fun. But Peter wasn’t quite drunk enough to join in all the carefree drunk shenanigans just yet. (He also didn’t know that a 10 minute car ride was not long enough to let the shots he already took to hit him yet.) He nudged Ned, who was swaying along to the Nelly song playing, towards the makeshift bar. They only had beer, great. He decided on a Bud Light, took one swig and almost spit it out. Maybe he would just hold it to look cool? Yeah, that’s exactly what he did.
Him and Ned joined the crowd once again, Peter trying to look for MJ in the process. She was nowhere to be seen, so he decided to listen to the music and try to have fun. The crowded basement wasn’t exactly cool, he was starting to sweat and he didn’t know if it was from all the bodies in the room or the shots, maybe both. The room was starting to look a little blurry, and the sweat was building. He took a few sips of the beer to cool him down- hey it was starting to taste better! Who knew?
The more beer he drank the more he wanted to dance to the music, and when his song (It Wasn’t Me by Shaggy) came on, he just had to get down. One second he was leaning against a wall, the next he was shaking ass on Ned who was surprised to see Peter do such moves. Though, somewhere in the process of shaking ass and doing the stanky leg, he moved a bit and started shaking hardcore ass on someone who didn’t feel like Ned. But he didn’t care, he LOVED this song and there was no better place than a room full of drunk college kids to let loose and show off his moves.
That’s what he thought until the song ended, at least. He turned to who he thought was Ned, but instead came face to face with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Long hair, no bra, gorgeous eyes, exactly his type. Not to mention she was shaking ass right along with him not even a few seconds ago. He felt his blood drain from his face as he scratched the side of his neck, he might as well introduce himself since he just rubbed his ass all over her.
“OH, sorry I thought you were my friend! I’m Peter Parker,” he shouted over the music, she was bouncing to it. She smiled at him, shouting back, “I’m Y/n! Keep dancing!”
And he did just that.
He spent the entire night dancing with her, even Ned broke out a few moves of his own. She shared her wine with him (which he liked way better than the beer, even if it was boxed), they smoked a cigarette (which he didn’t enjoy but wanted to try), and somewhere in the mix of the night she asked him if he wanted to makeout with her. He did, and by golly if it wasn’t the best few minutes of his life, he didn’t know what was.
Eventually Ned found MJ and they decided it was time to go home, but Peter didn’t want to go home. He wanted to get to know you and he wanted to dance with you and maybe even get another kiss in before the end of the night. So he told the two that he’d text when he got home, and they were off.
It was just you and him. And a room full of drunken bodies.
The band that was playing wasn’t playing anything he knew, so he took his chance.
“You wanna get out of here?” He shouted over the music, something changed in your eyes as you smiled at him, saying, “I’d love to.”
You two made your way out of the house, Peter had realized he couldn’t bring you back to his place. Ned was there. And he had a twin sized (extra long!) bed. Not that he was planning not doing anything explicit, he kinda just wanted to talk to you and cuddle. He looked at you, you got the hint and offered, “You wanna go back to my place instead? Don’t really wanna bother Ned, ya know?”
He nodded and within a few minutes you two were ubering to your place. In the car he realized he was DRUNK. Like board line blouted. His eyes couldn’t focus on one place and it felt like the world was spinning, better known as the spins. Just get through this car ride, then you can drink as much water as possible to sober up a bit, come on Peter, he was thinking to himself. The 5 minute car ride felt like forever, but almost as soon as you two stepped inside your apartment, he asked where the bathroom was.
He made it in with only a few seconds to hit the toilet with his vomit. He made it in, barely, turning on the water to cover up the sound of his yacking. Great now if you kissed him again it would taste like liquor-y vomit. Fuck.
He threw up as fast as he could so you wouldn’t think he was taking a shit or something, then washed his mouth out with the mouthwash he found sitting by the sink. Play it cool, Pete.
You were waiting for him in your room, not wanting to disturb your roommates. You had soft music playing in the background and you were laying in your bed, he came in, sitting next to you.
“Hey,” you whispered, a soft smile playing on your lips.
“Hey,” he whispered back, wanting so badly to play with your hair. The urge took over him and he moved a piece out of your face, GOD it was so soft. You were perfect and even if he were completely sober he would still be falling for the thought of you.
“I don’t know if you were wanting to do anything, but would you just wanna cuddle? I’m super drunk and I just want you to hold me.” You say, looking a little nervous. You didn’t want him to be one of those guys who just wanted a quick fuck, and luckily for you, he wasn’t.
“That sounds perfect, but one thing,” he leans down and kisses you with gentle reassurance. He was there because he wanted to get to know you. He wanted to be with you.
You two ended up cuddling and talking all night. You really were his dream girl, you two shared many of the same interests, you were passionate about the things you love, and passionate about the things you hate. You were everything he wanted- no needed- but for now sleep was the plan.
And that's what you two did, right after a sweet little kiss goodnight.
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