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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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panty stealer

DATE: JANUARY 14, 2023

summary: flash forces peter to sneak into the girls sorority and steal a pair of panties as a dare. stumbling into the nearest room to save himself from being caught, he doesn’t expect you to be there, and to let him steal the panties you’re wearing.

request: yes!

words: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering, oral], praise kink, slight dacryphilia kink, dirty talk, and protected sex), language, alcohol, mentions of weed, and a bit of fluff.

note: frat!peter x sorority!reader / peter masterlist / PART 2

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“are you serious right now, flash?” peter groans with a pinch to his nose. his eyes screw shut in annoyance at flash’s obnoxious behavior.

“of course i am, penis parker!” flash shouts, shoving peter towards the large, white sorority house. “you have to do the dare or else.”

peter groans again, hating himself for ever agreeing to do this stupid game with flash.

the night had started calm and for once, peter was grateful. friday nights were the craziest day at the frat house, but this week, everyone was a bit too busy with schoolwork. except flash apparently.

like all of his other roomies, peter loves a good party. he doesn’t mind thrashing his house every week if that means he can have fantastic parties at his place (okay, maybe he minds a little bit. it gets tedious cleaning up garbage after a while). he knows he won’t be young forever, so what the heck, right?

people never would have guessed that peter was the leader of the frat. shocking, right? everyone would assume it’s flash for his obnoxious and party boy persona or brad for his attractiveness and charm. but what do those qualities have to do with being a leader? everyone else (besides those two) agreed that peter should be the head of the house because he is responsible and smart, unlike those boneheads.

peter often asked himself if he was attractive and if he had charm.

he did, right?

brad was good with the ladies. one glance and a wink made the girls melt into puddles at his feet. every morning when peter woke up early to go to class, a different woman would waltz down the stairs with a glowing, uncontrollable smile in nothing but a t-shirt. peter knew without a doubt that every one-night stand that stumbled down was brad’s; it was rarely flash or the others and ned had a girlfriend who was in the sorority across from us.

peter hooked-up once in a while. he found it more difficult to be like brad when he had college to concentrate on and lives to save inbetween it all. being spider-man in high school was overwhelming at first because it was impossibly hard to hide it. but now, having more freedom in college made everything a bit simpler. just a bit.

flash being spider-man’s “#1 fan!” still made him chuckle every time it came up.

speaking of flash, when peter stumbled through the door in the evening expecting a chill friday night, flash just had to crank up the energy. as per usual.

“what is this?” multiple bottles of liquor were splurged across the dining table when peter walked into the kitchen. flash crossed his arms with a huge smirk plastered onto his face, while ned looked concerned and stressed.

“i tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen to me,” ned shook his head in disappointment before walking away to his room.

“we’re having a party. it’s friday, penis,” flash said with an obvious tone. peter could easily have him removed from the frat, being the leader and all. yet he still keeps him here. why must he do this to himself?

“flash, i said no parties today. everyone is tired and stressed, and has a lot of work to do—”

“stressed? i think that’s the best reason for a party. you need to get laid, my brotha,” brad interrupted with an arm around peter’s shoulders and a firm pat to his buff chest. brad is way taller than peter, which some might think intimidates him. but peter is mainly intimidated by intelligence, and brad had the iq of a stick.

peter rolled his eyes at the predictable statement. flash rambles on about how parties are a tradition on friday nights and peter sharply cuts him off with a strict tone.

“ugh, fine! no party, party-pooper parker. but we will be drinking tonight. or else i’m sending an invite to 50 people.”

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peter had no choice but to comply. flash, ned, brad, himself, and the other boys are seated on the furniture with the drinks displaced in the center. flash gave peter an ultimatum; play truth or dare or he rings the entire sports program of a party. peter growled and folded.

soon later, there is a sharpie drawing on flash’s ass, a ruler that measured brad’s dick, a flushed ned from downing too many denied truth shots, and laughter bubbling throughout the whole room. peter is the only one who hasn’t gotten asked anything yet and he honestly feels a bit left out. but he also just wants to do his homework and then go to sleep.

“what’ll be, penis parker?” flash inquires with a mischievous look on his face. “truth or dare? or should i say drink or dare?”

peter, not caring at the time, chose dare. “dare.”

“oh, you’re so in for it.”

—

so in all, peter was basically held against his own will to sneak into the girl’s sorority house. even though he denied the dare profusely and took three shots to make up for it, flash still dangled the party invites over his head like an iron weight waiting to drop.

peter snarled as flash nudged him again impatiently. he thought of an idea that might work. peter would have to do this dare, but would he have to do it alone?

“if you come with me, i’ll give you $50 bucks—” peter sells with raised eyebrows. he licks his lips as the cold breeze rustles the trees and sends slight shivers up his arms. the sky is pitch-black as the heavy clouds cover all the stars. peter felt a storm brewing and he really didn’t want to sneak into the sorority soaking wet.

“pfft, parker, please. i have enough money—”

“—in weed.” peter finishes, causing flash to halt his words. peter knows that flash can never find a good supply because he complains about it all the time. marijuana wasn’t legal on campus, let alone in the state. the trade had the cogs turning in flash’s head.

“alright, deal,” flash gives in and elbows peter as a form of agreement. then flash motivates brad and ned to join, heading straight for the zone as a group.

their goal was to grab a pair of underwear and leave without being caught. as spider-man, that should be easy, right?

—

for some odd reason, the back door was unlocked. you’d think girls would be more secure and observant than guys, but maybe they forgot. after hopping over the trimmed gardening hedges, the four boys crept through the door and into the kitchen.

unlike peter’s frat, the sorority girls had two big rules that they made known to everyone; no hook-ups allowed and no frat guys. ever. the girls didn’t throw parties like peter, they only went to them, so their place was like a holy sanctuary.

when the guys tiptoed into the kitchen, peter wasn’t surprised the place was damn-near spotless. most of the interior was pearly white; couches, love-seats, tables, counter, cabinets— it was like walking into an insane asylum with minor color accents.

it was at least midnight by now, so the girls had to be asleep. tiptoeing as silent as possible up the stairs, peter leads until they’re all standing in the middle of the large hallway with rapid, contained breaths. flash, being the scaredy-cat he is, follows last and nervously trips over the final step. he slips, tumbling down multiple levels with nosy thuds and bangs of his elbows and knees. all of the guys sprout wide eyes and strained, silent gestures to warn him to stop falling and making an absurd amount of noise.

peter gets goosebumps, hair rising on his skin as he gets a shiver down his spine. his hearing intensifies, picking up mumbled whispers and light footsteps with his spider sense. his eyes wander frantically as he scatters his brain for an idea. nothing comes to mind fast enough, as a door down the hall creaks open. brad and ned drag flash up the stairs, but freeze when they hear the door. out of instinct, peter sprints to the nearest door, slyly slipping inside. he closes the door gently, contradicting the pounding of his heart, without a noise being made. he releases a sigh as his forehead rests on the doorframe.

“what are you doing?” peter nearly shrieks when you casually question him. he stares at you, eyes impossibly wider than before. your arms are crossed as you sit on the side of your bed. peter swallows harshly, gazing at your appearance.

your legs look smooth and supple, and very much bare. he assumes you have underwear on under the t-shirt you’re sporting, and is proved correct when you shift to dangle your legs off the bed. his eyes are drawn to the small sight of your panties that tease underneath your shirt. you smirk, arms still crossed as you let him check you out.

“i-um-uh,” cheeks wildly red, he swallows and averts his eyes to the ground. how does he explain such a stupid thing without sounding like a jackass? i was dared to invade the sorority house. sorry. oh, also, can i have your panties? “it was a dare.”

“to sneak into my room?” your head tilts as you lift yourself off the bed and stalk towards him. peter’s cheeks grow redder while his heart pounds brutally in his chest.

besides the embarrassment flowing like blood through his veins, you were the simple kind of gorgeous that made his knees weak. the kind that is stunning in their own skin and that radiates beautiful energy like magical fairy dust. and peter nearly fainted when he saw your lack of clothes.

he’s seen you many times before; you share a class with him and came to some of his parties. he never talked to you in fear of rejection, but now he doesn’t really have a choice.

usually, he has more confidence with girls, but this is a very unfortunate situation where he lost every skill he’s ever known. even talking.

“no—” ear-piercing screams interrupt peter’s stuttering from the other side of the door. footsteps run all over the wooden floor as low profanities leave the guys’ mouths. “i think she found them.”

“you think?” you clip with raised eyebrows. peter inhales, losing some of his anxiousness at his thoughts of the boys being caught.

poor ned. betty’s going to kill him.

flash deserved it, though.

brad is probably getting one of their numbers.

peter shakes his head and sets his thoughts straight.

“okay, look. flash dared me to do this… stupid thing and i convinced them all to do it with me. i wanted to do nothing but relax tonight,” peter admits with a stressed exhale. you glare at him with squinted eyes, trying to decipher what has him so worked up. it’s not like he got screamed at and kicked out like the other guys. knowing some of your roomies, they might be a lot worse than just kicking them out. you get closer to him and ponder what he said.

“what was the dare, parker?” you shoot a harsh glare at him, daggers that force him to answer. your head tilts with curiosity as your heartbeats sporadically. you’ve never had a guy in your room before, and for that first guy to be peter parker has your heart bouncing around your chest like a boomerang. you’ve had your eye on peter for a few months now; not crazy obsessive, but you won’t deny the blood-rushing crush you’ve grown for the frat boy.

how did you stumble that low? a frat boy? jeez.

peter can’t be too shocked that you know his name, let alone his last name, but you saying it still causes him to forget some of the words on his tongue. many shouts are heard from outside the door, but your chests are nearly touching as you gaze up at him and then the outside world is practically silenced.

“i had to steal some… panties,” he mumbles, voice low and quiet. why does it sound so dirty?

“panties?” you repeat in a hushed voice as your surprised eyes blink a few times. you swallow, clit beginning to throb at the word out of his mouth.

“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “do you have any that i can…borrow?”

your mind hazes at his question. you tried to remember where your underwear was and if it was clean. but as a clear opportunity lies in front of you, you decide to run with it. you look down with a racing heart, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt.

“i…i have these ones,” you lightly ball up your t-shirt, revealing your laced panties to peter. he quietly coughs, cock starting to harden behind the zipper of his jeans. you glance up at his reddening expression through your eyelashes, devilish eyes hiding behind an innocent facade. confidence and lust ease your anxiety. “will these work?”

“um, yeah,” peter coughs again as rosy embarrassment crawls up his neck and blood rushes to his cock. you strut over to the mattress, rocking your hips teasingly, and peter instinctively follows with his heart in his throat. you lie on your back and spread your legs, arousal dripping from you at every movement. peter watches from a side angle, holding his breath as the tension rises.

“well, you’re not much of a panty-stealer if i just give them to you. come and steal them, parker,” you say with as much confidence as you could muster up. your heart was so loud in your ears you almost couldn’t hear yourself. speechless, peter walks to the front of the bed and kneels down, eye-level with your pussy.

he crumples the shirt over your hips, your legs automatically spreading wider. his senses heighten and pick up on the scent of your arousal. a small patch of it can be seen in the middle of your underwear, sending painful pulses down to his forever hardening cock. his thumbs dance around the laced hem, teasing you to see how much he can go.

he would say some of his confidence is back now.

he hooks his fingers under the band, sliding the flimsy fabric down while sticky arousal slings to you. he stuffs the damp material in his back pocket. both of your hearts rack and hands tremble at the extreme intensity, waiting for someone to do something. anything.

peter decides to be that person and resumes his fingers to your hips where the hem used to be. your folds glisten with pent-up arousal, just begging for him to touch you. your puffy clit throbs, neglected, and your thighs subtly spasm trying to remain open. peter grinds on his molars, nearly moaning at the glorious sight. his rough pads trace your smooth skin as he drags lower, dangerously close to where you’re yearning for him.

“peter,” you whisper, holding your breath, so you don’t move a muscle, even though they’re involuntarily shaking with need. he hums, the dirtiest thoughts flowing through his mind. “d-don’t you have to go? what if you get caught?”

“i can spare a few minutes…” his gaze is hazy and distracted, voice gravelly with lust. you clench desperately around nothing as you quietly plead for him to do something. his thumb tests the waters and finally begins circling on your clit, sending electricity up your body. you yelp at the sudden pressure, naturally grinding your hips for more friction. “hmm? don’t you want me to spend a few minutes with you?

his words are taunting and condescending, making your mind go blurry while the words disintegrate from your tongue. the rough pad of his thumb rubs faster while you clench around nothing again, chest heaving.

“i want more than a few minutes,” you moan as his middle finger pets along your soaking slit, teasing you painfully until your eyes roll back. you can sense the smirk growing on his face based on the satisfied hum he responds with.

“more? greedy girl,” peter slides his middle finger into you without warning causing you to release a long string of moans. “shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you? then we’ll both get caught.”

you shake your head.

“then be a good girl and be quiet for me,” peter demands softly. you nod shakily, as another finger pumps into you rapidly. he thrusts brutally into you, fingertips brushing over your g-spot. you melt as bliss laces throughout your body.

“it’s always the quiet ones who are the loudest,” a devilish and dirty smirk dances on his lips while your teeth sink painfully into your bottom lip. you slap your palm over your mouth to remain quiet as thrilled moans threaten to pour out of you. your revolving hips are halted by his strong forearm, allowing him to curl his digits deliciously into you. you mewl with screwed eyes, back arching at the immense pleasure.

“i’m so close, peter,” you whisper, scared that if you speak any louder your moans will betray you and alert the whole neighborhood. peter subtly grinds his hips into the front of the mattress, cock dangerously hard from your whimpering and whining.

“can i taste you? been dying to since you opened your legs for me,” peter asks while your thighs tremble and your pussy contracts tightly around his digits. you mumble out a shuddery please before his mouth is devouring you.

he never removes his fingers, pumping ruthlessly while his mouth explores your slippery folds. he sucks harshly on your throbbing clit, a muffled wail escaping through your hand. warm and soothing, his tongue glides curiously and sneaks into your undeniably soft cunt. the moan you release is unholy and way too loud. at least right now.

peter wants nothing more than to hear your sweet, sweet moans crying his name while he makes you come in several different ways. but tonight was not the night. he wasn’t trying to get reported and have intruder as a new notch on his belt.

he had a good feeling you wouldn’t run off and report him though.

the idea of it all got him off much more than he would have ever thought. and looking at you, he could say that same.

his mouth plops off of you, lips swollen and puffy from sucking.

“come all over my tongue. let me taste you, sweet girl,” his tone is euphonious and seductive, yet demanding. his fingers savagely thrust into your seeping hole that clenches tightly around him. your back arches off the mattress as your thighs shake from the upcoming euphoria.

peter’s words send your body into overdrive. your muscles contract and your stomach tightens as your orgasm ripples through your body like a heavenly wave. cum oozes out of you and onto his tongue, slurping up every ounce of your juices until there is nothing left.

“such a good girl,” peter praises while he licks away your arousal from his rosy lips. heat crawls up your neck at your sudden vulnerability. you attempt to close your legs to hide, but he keeps them spread with his rough hands. “you’re going to hide yourself after i just ate you out? we’re just getting started, baby.”

peter pulls his shirt off deliberately, showcasing his bulky abs and muscles that made your clit pulse with desire again. he looks like he was man-made, a real-life sculpture with chiseled muscles and perfectly ridged abs. you were insatiable to this man, who snuck into your room to steal something— you should be mad at him. furious. but when his boxers fall down his legs, only dirty and needy emotions and thoughts are left.

your eyes widen at his impressive length; you’ve only been with a few guys in the past, but none of them were this big. you were scared, yet excited to feel his cock stretch you out sinfully. you imagined how long you would feel him inside of you afterwards, soreness like a good workout at the gym.

“you’re so big,” you mumble, not hiding the fact that you were blatantly eyeing his raging cock with hunger, fear, and lust.

“it’ll fit. don’t worry, doll,” he hovers over you, smoothing your hair away from your worried eyes. “do you have a condom?”

you stretch out your arm into your night stand, blindly grabbing a tin-foiled package. you seductively rip it with your teeth, causing peter to groan in impatience. he snatches it away from you and swiftly slides it onto his sturdy cock.

“such a fucking tease,” he hisses, running the tip of his cock along your folds, which were already soaked in arousal again. “are you ready?”

you nod your head surely, more than ready for him to fill you up.

“you’re one to talk,” you sass, rolling your eyes, which were no longer as worried, but full of needy anticipation. he huffs out a single chuckle, eyes strained on his dick rubbing around your wetness tediously.

“speaking of talking, don’t,” peter thrusts into you savagely, making you gasp and shriek. your hand immediately goes to his shoulder for leverage, nails digging desperately into the meat of his skin. the other tightens securely onto your mouth to keep quiet, even though it’s probably useless now.

hoarse profanities fall from his lips as he shifts around your snug hole. your velvety walls choke his cock so fucking good, he doesn’t think he’ll last any longer. and then you clench even tighter around him, sending peter’s eyes rolling back into brain.

“you’re so fucking tight,” peter groans in your ear, flicking his hips upwards into you. your body trembles in overwhelming pleasure, muffled whines begging to be released.

slapping skin and hushed moans fill the air. peter fits a hand between the two of you and rubs your throbbing clit perfectly. his lips travel down from your ear to your neck, kissing along your skin. his tongue discovers your soft spot, sucking harshly until you’re clutching onto him for dear life.

“you’re so good, peter. so deep, too, oh god,” you can’t help the lusty wail that tumbles from your raspy throat when he rapidly rolls his hips, repeatedly touching your sensitive g-spot. he growls at the praise, every action being intensified by the comment. you notice this and smile with a hint of devilishness behind it.

“you may be smiling now,” peter pants, muscles popping and flexing from the position. “but you’ll be crying soon.”

if possible, his thrusts got harder. and deeper. and faster. he was pounding into your cunt like there was no tomorrow, buckets of arousal leaking from you and all around him. peter would pull his cock fully out just to slam it back in, and it made you wither away into another dimension. his balls beat against you harshly with every brisk thrust of his body. his skilled thumb pets your clit, electrifying all your nerves into blissful flames.

there was so much to feel; the biting of his kisses on your neck, the rough texture of his thumb pad on your clit, the long, thick length plunging barbarically into you, and the heaviness of his weight above you. you were so overwhelmed by the pleasure, water brimmed at your tear ducts. soon, full-blown tears are streaming down your face from the euphoria running through your veins.

that familiar wicked smile curls on peter’s face with your appearance; wild hair, tear-stained cheeks, and swollen lips. he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked so beautiful in front of him.

his cock twitches when you whimper loudly underneath the palm of your hand, begging to let you come. contracting on his shaft, your nails stab his shoulder blade until crescent moon marks appear. a strangled moan leaves him when your body rolls up towards him, back arching harshly.

“need to come. so bad, peter,” you whine. his name from your lips drives him mental.

“fuck, y/n,” he sighs heavily. “come around my cock like the good girl you are.”

with those words, your second orgasm tumbles through your body like a thunderstorm. peter slams his lips against yours to keep you quiet, all your pent-up moans turning into needy hums in your throat. stars spot in your vision and you thought you might pass out from being fucked into oblivion. you wouldn’t even be mad— it was worth it.

summoning all your energy, your muscles tense as the liquid floods out of you. your back arches, making your bare breasts push up against peter’s chest. at the same time, peter comes with a string of curse words against your plush lips. he shoots his load into the condom, balls tightening while his eyes screw shut. he steadies his pumps and slowly pulls out of you, never wanting to leave.

you whimper at the emptiness, already missing his cock. he ties the knot and tosses it into the garbage under your desk. peter slips into his boxers and immediately finds the small box of tissues on your night stand. grabbing a few, he cleans you delicately like an antique doll as if he didn’t just ravish your body and soul.

you were beyond dumbstruck as he wiped you up. the few people you have been with never stayed long enough for aftercare, and even though it should be a necessity, the action still made your heart lurch for peter. speaking of your heart, it was beating a mile a minute. sex was a physical activity, yet having a huge crush on someone felt a lot more physically demanding. but you really liked the feeling.

a million thoughts brisked through your head; how does he feel? does he feel the same? did he hate it? did he love it? you shake your head. if you didn’t stop yourself, you would ruin any chance you might have by overthinking too much.

when you refocus your eyes to the moment, peter has his jeans fully on and his shirt in his hand. he slides it on and then looks at you worryingly, seeming as though you’re still naked and haven’t moved.

“are you okay? did i go too hard? fuck—”

“yes—i mean no! shit,” you stutter after interrupting him and close your eyes in embarrassment. “yes, i’m fine. i’m more than fine. that was… really good, peter. like really good.”

peter’s tensed shoulders relax as his face melts from a concerned expression to a soft one. you slip your large t-shirt on and stand up from your bed. your legs are a bit unbalanced and wobbly, and peter can’t help but chuckle as he holds you steady by your hips.

“stop laughing! you did this!” you whisper-yell with a faked angry face.

“oh, i know. next time, i’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, let alone stand,” he winks with an arrogant smile cascading his lips. familiar heat creeps up your neck and ears, making you all tingly inside at the idea of a next time with peter.

“next time?” large rings of hope surround your irises as you stare into peter’s. his arrogance slightly fades as he itches with nervousness.

“yeah, if that’s what you want, of course,” why is he holding his breath? why is his heart beating so unhealthy fast?

“if i say yes, does that mean you’re going to try to steal my panties again?” you try to hold back your grin as you joke, peering up at him with squinted eyes.

“are you going to let me steal your panties again?” he clicks his tongue with his all too familiar smirk. he loves your playful demeanor and your attempts to withhold a smile.

you pretend to think, really debating. peter can’t help but stare at you in awe. you were beautiful, and he regrets not approaching you earlier because you were… well, he didn’t really know you yet, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. even if you told him to fuck off and never to see him again, he knew that he would never forget you or this night.

you push yourself closer to peter, chest to chest. you can both feel the rapid beating of your hearts through your shirts. however, you stand, gazing confidently at peter. he watches you as you lean right in like you were going to kiss him.

“mm maybe. you might just have to find out yourself,” your breathy words linger on his lips as you back away and casually get into the bed. you unfold the comforter and tuck yourself in, like you didn’t just give peter a semi-hard on in his pants.

suddenly a loud crash is heard from outside, alerting both of your heads to peer out through the window.

“my car!” flash cries so high-pitched and whiny, he probably woke up the entire neighborhood. peter isn’t surprised that one of the sorority girls destroyed his car because he deserved it. someone needed to humble him anyway. you both laugh behind the palm of your hands at flash’s girly scream.

with that, peter realizes that he has to go and that he no longer has any minutes to spare. flash, brad, and ned probably weren’t worried about peter while they were out-running the girls. but now that the girls had done the damage, the boys would soon realize peter’s absence.

“better hide your panties. this isn’t over,” peter walks over to the side of your bed and kisses your forehead delicately. he cracks open the window, turning to you with half his body out. with a wink from him and a gasp from you, he jumps down the two-story window without hesitation. your heart flutters at his gentle kiss that lingers on your skin, fingers pressed against the spot his lips last touched.

rain begins to splash on the glass as sprinkles of water drip into your room through the open window. you purposefully don’t close it, even when you know the carpet will get soaked throughout the night. you welcomed the idea that if peter wanted to come back, he could, simply by sneaking through the window the same way he left.

so many other thoughts cloud your mind, making you lie wide awake. you wondered if his heart was still thumping hastily like the rain pattering on your window and onto your floor. you wondered what he looked like when he was drenched in natural rain water. probably breathtakingly beautiful; soaking wet hair and a childish smile adorning his rosy face while he laughs wholeheartedly.

as you roll over to turn off your lamp with a wistful sigh, you remember that you never even got his number. while trying to guess which set of numbers fit peter parker the best, you fall asleep with a yearning heart, flapping its wings adoringly in your chest.

oh, god, you were down. and it was bad.

what you didn’t know was that peter was down too, but even worse than you.

—

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venus616 · 2 years

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i'm just saying you can do better; {p.p.}

Pairing: peter parker x f!reader (gif is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker)

Summary: tell me have you heard that lately? i'm just saying you can do better... and i'll start hating only if you make me. (lyrics by drake, marvin's room)

translation: you and peter have been best friends for years, you had a crush on him but eventually got over it and he noticed you're about to move on to some other guy. he just had to get something off his chest before you did that

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, alcohol mentions (margarita, beer, shots), vaginal fingering/sex, oral sex, praise kink (if you squint), jealousy, language, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 5.6k (2.4k is smut LOL)

A/N: once i decided on a title for this fic i couldnt stop humming marvins room sjdjnfjnd but yeah this was fun to write it was a previously abandoned wip (my first one ever for peter actually) that i revised the plot for almost entirely and this came out way better than i expected shout out to my oomf / friend for reading both times

She usually kept to herself and her closest friends, Peter being her best one. And don’t get her wrong, she loved Peter. There were no words for how much adoration she had for him, but unfortunately, she wasn't the only one.

Peter was their college’s most eligible bachelor, how could he not be? Top of his class, the freshmen’s favorite Physics TA and possibly the cutest guy at the school. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not necessarily a playboy but it was definitely a step up from his social standing from Midtown High. He enjoyed the attention, he’d be a fool not to. Especially because he’s being noticed as himself and not just when he’s in the suit. So yeah, he went on a few dates here and there. Hooked up with a couple people in the bathrooms of frat parties. Even flirted while he was helping students on their problem sets.

Unfortunately for her, she had to hear all about it afterwards.

Whether it’s from his end, a guy talking about the encounter in the dining hall or a girl talking about it before her organic chemistry lecture. She wasn’t the biggest fan of it, it hurt seeing someone she loved dearly, after realizing how deeply that love ran once he was single again, not manifest into a deeper relationship. Peter had been a core part of her life since high school, Aunt May adored her, her family adored him. She was even there for his break up with Gwen Stacy so she could study abroad.

As they got older she understood those were the things that just came with being the best friend to someone who was as amazing as Peter which is why she didn’t risk changing it. She accepted her place in his life and eventually those feelings of consistent jealousy that would flare during the first few months of their freshman year subsided. Sometimes they would come back up but she pushed it aside as false hope as there were outside parties involved. For example, the few times when her friends (that weren’t also his) accused him of being flirty. Each time, nothing came of it. So she refused to read too much into it until he said it explicitly.

She finally chose to actively move on from this high school crush, that she even started seeing someone from one of her classes and they were planning a third date for this weekend. This, because of course, came up during their hang out with their mutual friends in her and Felicia’s campus apartment. They were hanging out to take the edge off after midterms from last week and crowded in the kitchen counter playing bartender during. This was one of the rare times Peter could make it, so she appreciated the quality time with him.

After Felicia made a small margarita for her, she started asking how it was going with Johnny from the Bioethics course. Everyone’s chatter dropped considerably because everyone was interested in the prospective relationship in bloom with the Johnny Storm. She stuttered before clearing her throat, clearly embarrassed.

“It’s fine. I mean, he’s really sweet of course. And fun-”

“So have you guys hooked up?” Felicia cuts off. Peter smirks before looking to her for her response.

She feels her stomach flipping at his sudden attention to her answer.

She plays it off before responding, clearing her throat. “Yeah,” she shoots a grin meeting with the eyes across the room before the room erupts in a light cheer.

“We’re actually gonna see eachother again this weekend and go to his place in the city.” She smiles to herself in excitement. She bites the bottom of her lip as her friends shoot quirked up eyebrow glances her way.

“Well let’s celebrate! You're gonna get some from THE Johnny Storm! Bottoms up!” Felicia announces. The rest of her friends follow suit as she tries to laugh off the burning up of her cheeks and ears, not realizing the news of her sex life would be this exciting.

Peter bitterly smirks before taking a swig of his beer. He didn’t understand why this was such a big deal that Felicia practically had to make a show of it.

He also didn’t understand his annoyance and attempted to play it off. It increasingly became hard as the questions advanced and she continued blushing, describing the last few dates with him. Peter’s ears particularly perked up at the study date she had with him, finding out that she had canceled on him for Johnny through this.

Peter felt a twinge of disappointment in his stomach at this, not knowing if it was friend jealousy or something more. He knows he can’t be exactly mad, since the hangout they had planned was usually offhand, and he more often than not skipped out on those due to Spider-Man activities, simultaneously lying. He couldn’t blame her for eventually reciprocating, but for a boy? He hadn’t felt that let down by her since she admitted to him she thought his Bugle coworker Eddie Brock was cute.

Peter took another swig of his drink distractedly, causing Harry to ask if something was on his mind, but he shook his head quickly, lying to alleviate any worries from his friend.

As the night progresses and everyone decides that they’re the perfect amount of buzzed for a game night. After a few rounds of the card game B.S., she decides Candyland would be perfect, remembering that she has the game in her room. Not wanting to get up, she asks Peter to get it for her underneath her bed while he’s up throwing away his drink.

He obliges and turns to her room door, opening it. His eyes narrow at the picture of him and her next to her bed, accompanied by other pictures he’s taken for their group outings. His pace quickened up across the room and he reached for the frame. Peter quickly turned behind him to make sure no one was coming in to check and turned back to smile at it. He remembered this day fondly, the day they went to the state fair and won her a plushy of her favorite animal. In this photo he noticed how big she was smiling while he was only smiling at her posing happily. Peter used his spidey skills to his advantage and just played it off, to soak into her admiration when he won.

He put it back down as he sensed the footsteps coming behind the door to reveal her opening her room door confused.

“Pete, what are you doing? Hurry up, Harry is suggesting body shots again.” She giggled before sauntering over his body standing in front of her nightstand. He chuckled at the comment before she crouched down to get the game underneath her bed. She rose back up on her feet to meet his eyes, following her.

“You’re being a weirdo,” She said putting her hand on his broad shoulder, with a false concern in voice causing him to laugh.

He inhaled a little before quipping. “Are you ditching me to hang out with this new guy?” His voice raised a pitch to ensure the friendliness of the inquiry, attempting to mask his genuine offense.

She then shrugged, and face suggesting she didn’t know or care what he was talking about. It was that moment Peter officially identified his feelings as jealousy.

“If you’re referring to the one time,” she emphasized ‘one’, making Peter feel guilty enough to hang his head low in response, “I canceled on you then yes.” She rubbed the hand she still had on him on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry and I’ll give you a heads up next time. Now can we go so you can stop acting like such a baby?” She playfully tapped his cheeks with her palm but he caught her hand, holding it a little longer than usual.

Peter drank her gaze onto him as his hand engulfed hers, still remaining on her face. His fingers intertwined with hers as he leaned his face into her hand. Her breath hitched at the affection he was showing and slowly removed her hands from his, worried that one of their friends would see them with the door wide open. She broke eye contact, suddenly finding the boardgame in her other hand much more interesting.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Peter’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and soon after so did his hand as it landed on the small of her back, caressing that area lightly until he found her hand again to quickly lead them way out the room.

The rest of the night was odd to say the least.

Peter’s hands were always grazing hers, or finding themself right on top of her thighs. Whether it was to flag her down from the competitive streak they were both showing from the game or laughing at her reaction to one of his bad jokes, his hands were just constantly on her body.

Similar to other instances where she felt confused by Peter’s sudden affection, she attempted to play it off, but it got to a point where it was causing her heart to beat faster and a familiar heat to form within her stomach.

She let out a silent breath of relief that her friends began to leave, expecting Peter to soon leave with Harry. She went to the kitchen to throw food away but found Felicia looking back at her with a mischievous but apologetic look on her face.

“What?” She raised her eyebrow, ready to exclaim at her for leaving her with a mess when she agreed to set up if Felicia cleaned at the end.

“I have plans, sorry babe, but I will cook and clean tomorrow. I promise!” Felicia then dashed out after hugging her body quicker than she could think to respond, followed by the door closing behind her.

She sighed, slightly annoyed that out of all times for Felicia to mysteriously disappear yet again, that she had to do it the night she would clean up. Quickly, she decided to get over it, said her goodbyes to mostly everyone and noticed Harry and Peter still talking. She decided to ignore it until they would eventually make their exit and started on the dishes while they had their conversation.

“You’re not coming back tonight man?” Harry asked, confusion all over his face.

“No I will. Something just came up, so I'll see you later, yeah?” Peter averted Harry’s eyes and Harry understood, or at least assumed he did. Just another one of Peter’s mysterious disappearances, so he left without any further questions.

Harry quickly said bye to the hostess of the night causing her to look up from the sink when she saw Peter still in their apartment.

“Are you still here, Parker?” She sounded in disbelief, causing Peter to scoff.

“Am I not allowed to spend quality time with my best friend now?” She looked up from the sink to see him clutching his heart as if he had been stabbed, making her shake her head at his dramatics.

“For your information, I wanted to stay,” He added on. She wiped down the sink and washed her hands before walking back into the main room where he had sat on the couch, landing on the spot in front of him.

“I believe it’s called overstaying your welcome,” She bantered, causing him to playfully push her by her shoulder.

“Whatever,” He rolled his eyes as the silence of the apartment filled the air. They both noticed it, realizing whatever was there in her room earlier was still in the atmosphere, especially prevalent now that they were officially alone.

“I can’t believe you’re going out with him,” He puffed, muttering it a bit low compared to his usual volume. She furrowed her eyebrows, annoyed at the insuitation.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She laughed pushing his shoulder back, mimicking his movement from earlier.

“No not like that, I just feel like you can do better than him,” Peter let the statement roll off his tongue and she froze in response, attempting to understand what he just said. Her eyes landed on the ground, avoiding him again before she could think of a proper reaction.

She quickly shook off what she thought it sounded like, which she thought was jealousy and just took the safe, protective best friend route.

“Should I have gotten your approval first?” She smirked, looking back up at him, reaching over to hold his hand in the safe way they always have.

Peter took it a step farther, just like how he did earlier, and intertwined his fingers with hers yet again.

“I think you should be with someone who’s more your type you know? A little more thoughtful,” Peter started, rubbing his fingers along the pad of her thumb.

“He’s cool I guess, but you shouldn’t be with someone who’s so cocky,” He stated, making her laugh, causing him to laugh as well.

“See you’re enjoying this. You want me to talk about him and beg you not to see him again?” Peter joked, causing her to gasp out as his accusations.

“Peter, you started this,” She pointed out, making his cheeks turn a few shades brighter at her acknowledgment. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but it also just sounds like you’re describing yourself.” She comments before she could think, embarrassed at her assertion, but she knew if she didn’t call him out he wouldn’t stop it. The last thing she needed was one of her friends not approving of a guy she was seeing.

“I’m your type?” He clocked her. She didn’t know how to react so she watched his face for any hint of how to proceed. He only smirked with a smile playing on his lips, letting her know how much he was enjoying this.

“Oh shut up,” She smiles playfully before hitting him with her nearest throw pillow, him yelling out a whine, knowing it didn’t hurt.

“For your information,” She started, mocking his voice from earlier. “You’re being just as cocky as him right now.” She firmly stated as he placed the pillow back in lap.

Peter shrugged before readjusting himself to sit closer in front of her, dangerously close. It went back to feeling like 30 minutes earlier when he was all over her body.

“Yeah? But it’s okay when I do it.” Peter teased, leaning his head on the couch watching his presence words fluster her. He could feel her heart picking up its pace and it dizzied him, knowing the type of effect he had on her.

“I didn’t say that,” She argued back, making him draw his breath back in before egging on her claim from earlier.

“But I’m your type,” He stated, she sighed in defeat, knowing he wasn’t going to drop it and played into it due to this.

“I guess you are Peter,” She states lightly. If Peter didn’t have his Spidey senses on overdrive right now, he would’ve been convinced by the nonchalant act she put on right now. Instead, he respected her commitment to not allowing him to win, even when she’s flirting back.

“Then how come you’re not going out with me?”

What he said stunned her, she faltered momentarily before shrugging again with a smile.

“You never asked,” She stated, a smile bouncing off of her lips watching Peter form an answer. They decided to skip over the fact that they had been friends for almost 6 years, but she knew that her honest answer was that the mere idea of him going out with her was out of the question because of it.

Until now.

He remained still for a moment and she fixated on where their hands met instead, wondering if they had ever held hands like this before. While she was thinking, and while Peter used his free hand to tuck her hair behind her hair, she realized the answer was never, because it had always been much more innocent. However, tonight was anything but that.

“Can I try something?” His voice finally registered in her ears. Confused at his sudden switch, she nods.

Peter hesitates, going in to kiss her. Peter’s soft lips connect to hers as his hand cups her face. She instinctively deepened the kiss, silently asking for Peter’s permission to do so. Their breaths began to shake from the intensity of the kiss.

She practically lost her bearings when Peter’s hands made their way to her waist, pulling her towards his chest. She held onto his bicep, now flexed, as he hooked his hand underneath her leg to pull her around his hips where he sat.

They were an entangled mess, Peter placing her where he wanted and her obliging, but not coming up for air as she leaned even more into the kiss. Peter chuckled in between the kisses when he eventually grabbed her hips to hover above his own. She groaned at his strength, leaning back in to attack his neck and jaw in kisses.

She eventually started to nibble on his neck, finding his sensitive spot. He pants out, attempting to slow down her movements before bringing her closer.

“Fuck, you’re really going in on me there,” He muttered before he forcefully plopped her onto him causing her to grind on his forming erection, grinning at his acknowledgment. Peter placed his hand on her back and pushed her closer to his chest, nose and forehead pressed against one another with only the sounds of their breathing filling the room.

She leaned into his ear whispering lowly, “You like it.” She readjusted herself on him slightly, to grab on the waistband of his pants, tugging it down before snaking her other hand on the print straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Peter groaned, dick twitching in his pants from simultaneous surprise and arousal. He didn’t realize how different it would be sleeping with a close friend, but also underestimating how she would be in a sexual context.

He threw his head back as she unbuttoned his pants, in disbelief of what was happening right now. When he brought his head back up to watch her movements he saw her kneeled before him on the ground, rubbing his erection through his boxers.

“Fuck, slow down,” He breathed out while pulling his jeans off. Right after, Peter raised his t-shirt right above his abs while she pulled his boxers down, cock semi-hard.

Her eyes glazed over his body, only semi familiar with it whenever their friends went to the beach or the pool. She tried to hide her shock at he’s become exponentially toned since high school and just seemed to be getting bigger despite never actively going to the gym. She chose to pay it no mind and focused on his cock.

Mainly because she hated how attractive Peter looked right now, hair messy, shirt halfway off and looking down at her, closely watching her movements. The attention he was giving her was enough to make her want to shut down immediately. Their eye contact remained intense, both blown out with lust, both because of the compromising position the other was in.

She maintained eye contact and wrapped her hand around his length, slowly jerked her hand around him. When he was hard enough, she placed one hand at the base of his cock and another right on top, running her thumb over the slit a few times once the pre cum came out. She looked down at the wetness pooling out from him and focused on her movements, not wanting to lose this pace he had been receptive to. He was fully erect at this point, almost bucking his hips into her hands getting him off.

Peter was choking back his moans before he finally spoke. “Don’t be a tease,” He muttered.

She giggled and the noise went straight to his dick, causing him to buck once more in her hands.

Without saying anything, she placed the hand that had been on the base of his erection on his thigh and opened her mouth in an obscene way that was unfamiliar to Peter. Before he could take a mental picture of it, she slowly licked the underside of his cock up to his tip and wrapped her lips around him, her eyes never leaving his.

He whispered a curse under his breath from the scene in front of him, realizing this was just the beginning.

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum that was previously spurting out and she dipped her head lower, dropping the eye contact to which Peter had a brief sigh of relief, becoming intimidated by the intimacy of it all. She shifted her focus on taking him whole and started to bob her head on him, engulfing his length with her mouth.

He started puffing out, mumbling praises that only encouraged her. “Fuck, you’re taking me so good,” She only nodded, attempting to take him deeper while swishing her mouth around him and continuing to bob.

Peter felt a tension forming in his stomach and wanted to tell her to stop but it escaped his head as quickly as it came because of how good her mouth felt. Peter fought the urge to instinctively thrust into her mouth and just cupped the back of her head, pushing the hair out of her face as she continued to gag around him, the wet noises mixing in with his moans.

“Don’t hurt yourself babe,” He said before moving a hand that was around her head to her cheek, making her look up at him. She bobbed her head a few more times, this time more shallowly and popped off his dick, gasping for air.

A trail of her saliva dripped from her lips to the head of his cock making his stomach burst with butterflies from the image of how flushed, and fucked out she looked from the immaculate head she just provided him with. His heart swelled from the action and all he could do was wipe the spit from her chin and cup her face.

“C’mere here,” He mumbled, bringing her to stand on her feet and lean down to kiss him. He kissed her rougher than the first time, presumably from the desire he’s built up from the foreplay. She was still trying to pace her breathing and he could tell so he slowed down, but snaked his hands down to the waistband of her jeans, reciprocating the unbuttoning of her pants like she had done for him.

She broke the kiss to replace his hands with hers and slipped them off. Shortly after she removed her top, revealing herself clad in some lacy underwear and a bra, standing before him.

“No fair, Parker,” She commented. He was briefly confused until she grabbed the hem of his shirt to remove it off of him, admiring his toned, relaxed figure in full view now. She kneeled back down on the couch cushions, her warm core hovering above his dick, teasing him as he could feel the heat on him with her knees on either side of his legs.

He brought his hand in between her thighs, attempting to move her underwear to the side but paused at the wetness of her through the fabric.

“So wet,” He tsked, making her smirk when he looked back up to her studying his movements. He placed her fingers firmly against her nub through the fabric, to which she grinded against, needing to feel his large fingers against her now throbbing clit.

“Impatient, too,” He added, finally moving her panties to the side to insert a finger, making her throw her head back. She unconsciously rocked her hip forward at the penetration to which he met by repeatedly thrusting into her before adding another.

Both his index and middle fingers were fucking her, long and slender but big enough to feel the pleasure of the stretch once she had relaxed around him. Peter eventually curled his fingers inside of her and flicked his wrists while inside of her, causing her to squirm on top of him. The sounds of her wetness coincided with her moans, progressively getting more sensitive and impatient.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” She hissed at him, unable to control the steady rocking of her hips on his hands.

“Good,” He said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He brought his other thumb to rub her clit, making her movements sputter and breathing erratic as he played with her to her finish.

Peter felt her clenching around him more frequently and took advantage of it to thrust faster, curling his fingers back up to create more friction. She whined out at the change of pace and stimulation added onto her clit before eventually feeling the built up tightness in the lower pit of her stomach release, signifying her finish.

She continued to clench around his fingers as he continued to finger her despite her orgasm. She sobbed at the sensitivity she began to help but couldn’t help but continue rocking her hips into his fingers, riding them once again. She resumed panting out his name, begging him for something but couldn’t form the words.

“What?” He said, barely slowing down the thrusts of his fingers.

“Fuck me,” She responded, hardly audible from the groans surrounding the statement.

He nods, removing his fingers from her core, making her gasp at the sudden absence of him. She made quick work of her underwear, slipping them off her legs while Peter wrapped his hand around his cock, attempting not to completely jerk off to the sight of her.

She returned to her previous position, covering her completely naked form over Peter’s, feeling the tip of him right under to her wetness.

She sank down on him, both wincing at the feeling of each other. All Peter could focus on was the softness of being inside her, her skin, the flesh of her thighs being wrapped around him, the closeness of their chests being pressed up against each other and the brief vulnerability she was displaying by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He felt faint at the presence of her scent while her head was tucked into his neck, combined by the steady sensation of her rocking her hips onto his cock.

“Peter,” She moaned.

“Yeah?” Peter was hardly taken out of his thoughts, answering automatically as he grabbed onto the flesh of her hips to control at the speed he thrusted into her from under.

“You feel so,” She groaned before continuing “So fucking good Pete. You feel fucking amazing inside of me.” She finished before plunging down faster onto him, making him look at her mouth agape. He could feel her clenching even harder and more frequently around him, combined with her wetness from the previous orgasm and just from sucking him off, it was almost too much.

Peter looked down to see where they connected and saw his skin glistening just from her arousal, and felt even more turned on.

“You’re gonna kill me,” He stated mindlessly, still in awe of how sexy she looked right now. In Peter’s point of view, he struggled with deciding what to focus on.

The way her tits bounced in front of his face, the way her ass and thighs felt when they smacked on top of his thighs repeatedly, causing the the jiggle of her body to be even more apparent, or how fucking close she was holding him. She alternated from both her hands clenching into his shoulders, or one hand on the nape of his neck and another pulling on his brown curls.

A bonus was how she sounded moaning his name and a string of praises for how he made her feel.

Of course, she noticed this.

“You like that don’t you?” Her voice caught his attention, barely realizing she was actually asking him a question

“What?” He breathed out, sounding just as fucked out as he looked, the sweat of each other making his hair stick to his forehead.

“When I say nice things to you,” She obliged to Peter’s physical request of her to slow down, which was him just forcing her movements to stop by the way he grabbed her.

“Mmm,” He didn’t answer, just closed his eyes and threw his head back on the couch, avoiding her quizzical stare.

“C’mere,” She said, pulling herself forward by pushing her weight on his shoulders and rising from his, now aching, cock.

Peter’s attention was caught, he shook his head in disbelief of her and opened his eyes, still hanging low to hide his irritation that her heat wasn’t surrounding him anymore.

“You’re so cute when you’re upset,” She fake pouted, then proceeded to giggle. Peter didn’t want to find it as cute as he did but he couldn’t help himself.

“You really are a fucking tease, you know that?” He growled before grabbing her by her thighs to lower herself back onto him and raised his hips from the couch to fuck her on his own pace. The force from his strength caused her entire body to rock from each thrust, but she relished in it, moaning out praise for how good it made her feel.

“Peter,” She yelped at a particularly hard thrust. “Just like that,” Peter’s head spun at this.

“Yeah, keep doing that, please,” She begged, fucking begged, Peter to maintain the force he had brought upon her. It was then he knew he played right into what she wanted when she taunted him for his praise kink. (He was then making a mental note of how well she knows him and how he’s probably just a little predictable.)

Peter was practically drooling to see her come apart on top of him like this, he threw his head back in the pillows once again to enjoy the view and moved one of his hands to her clit, putting pressure on her, bringing her closer to her orgasm.

He felt it building up by the way she clenched on his cock and couldn’t contain his moans any more.

“Moan, please I wanna hear you when you cum inside me,” She commented once he let a particularly loud one escape his lips. He was both shocked and embarrassed at the effect she had on him, because he almost came apart immediately at the invitation to cum inside her.

“You sure?” He whined, trying to bring her to finish before him.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there with you,” She said, finding his other hand on her waist and intertwining his fingers with her.

“Please?” Once those words left her lips he was finished. He instantly came inside her, her following right after.

Their orgasms swept them both away, sensitivity coming right after as she struggled to detach herself from him. Peter didn’t allow this and continued to fuck her through both their orgasms, relishing the pain and the pleasure this decision came with.

Her head was back in the crook of his neck when their movements slowed down and they had to catch their breaths.

Once their hearts reached a normal rate and they removed themselves off of each other, Peter broke the silence.

“Are you still going to see him?” He asked rather timidly. She didn’t understand the sudden shyness but decided not to comment on it. She shrugged in response before answering honestly.

“Probably,” She averted eye contact with him, looking at where their hands connected, ignoring their full frontal nudity because this was somehow more vulnerable.

Peter’s heart dropped, he wasn’t expecting that response, nor his reaction to that response. Without thinking about the weight of what he was going to say next, because he hadn’t been doing much of that tonight, he continued.

“What if you go out with me instead?”

She looked him in the eyes again before responding. She didn’t know what she saw in his eyes. It was a mixture of fear, desire and hope.

Then, it was her turn not to think before she responded.

“Like on a real date?” She realized how that sounded when she said it aloud.

Peter nods, knowing what she meant.

“I meant what I said about us,” He paused, watching for her reaction. She hung onto his words, encouraging him to continue. “I want to go out with you and if I’m your type then what’s stopping us?” He joked. In her head this was so unsurprising because it seemed right up his alley to joke about some offhand comment she made before they literally had sex and laughed, because of how predictable her best friend is.

“Well why didn’t you say anything before?” She inquires, shaking her head at how ridiculous he sounded. She studied his features again before he answered, watching him turn a few shades of pink.

“I didn’t want to mess anything up. I don’t fuck my friends you know.”

“Up until now,” Peter smirked at this comment, she was always so quick to rival his own quips.

He let the silence simmer before responding because he wasn’t sure just how she felt about this, him, or what they just did. He was afraid he had permanently damaged the friendship and wasn’t sure how he was gonna come back from it if that were the case.

So, he asked.

“Is it weird now?” He spoke barely above a whisper.

“What part?” She had to ask before she could answer.

“That we did it backwards.” He exasperated, feeling unsure of himself now that he had to verbalize what he meant.

She shrugged again, this time affectionately, not wanting Peter to get frustrated with her or himself.

“Maybe it can be a good weird,” She affirmed his anxiety by clarifying.

Peter’s stomach erupted in butterflies. “Yeah?” He raised his eyebrow in excitement.

“Yeah.” She bit her lip before leaning in to kiss him once again.

His hands dropped back down to her waist to bring her in closer as the certainty between them was solidified.

A/N: okay so when i was writing this i imagined comic book f4 johnny storm especially bc of the dynamic he has with peter in the comics (spideytorch my beloved) but when my friend reviewed this she asked if it was chris evans and while that wasn't the intention that made it so much better so just clarifying it wasnt on purpose but if you did that i hope it was fun

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Game of Passion

Pairing: Frat/Fuckboy! TASM! Peter Parker x Fuckgirl! F! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Being the two people on your college campus with the biggest reputations for sleeping around, it was inevitable for you two to run into each other.

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Weed Consumption, Swearing, Rough Sex (Spanking, Slapping, Choking, Degradation), Unprotected Sex (Use protection irl please), A couple uses of Y/N, Probably OOC! Peter, Reader and Peter are implied to be kind of assholes to their ex flings

Word Count: ~3,800

A/N: First fanfic I’ve written in a long while, and it’s smut of course lol. Might write more parts to this, not sure yet.

!!By clicking read more you are agreeing you are 18+!!

It hadn’t taken long for the rumors to spread about Peter Parker, all the girls would fawn over him and if they were lucky got to sleep with him, although never more than once. Similarly, it hadn’t taken long for rumors about you to spread. You had most of the men and women on campus wrapped around your finger. Even your best friend was desperate for more of you. You continually would laugh her suggestions off unless it made you potentially look more desirable for your new hit mark. In which case you’d kiss her dizzy and promptly drop her with a faux innocent smile as your newest hit would make their way over to you. Sure, you cared about her but you had promised yourself no feelings for anyone, even her. So you stuck to your rule of one and done.

Of course, from things you’d heard you had grown curious about Peter. Though you were more an attract than a chase kind of girlie. So sure you’d attend parties you knew he’d be at, hell even the ones out of the frat house he resided in. You’d caught a few glimpses of him before but other than a passing glance neither of you made a move. You had thought tonight would be no exception.

You sat in your dorm room with your best friend as you both prepared for your night out at Parker’s frat house. “Come onnn Y/N, what’s it going to take for you to kiss me again?” She whined as she watched intently as you applied your makeup. You chuckled at her desperation before looking at her in the mirror. “I’ll kiss you again if the situation arises where it’s useful,” You tease as she huffs and rolls her eyes. “No fun,” She replies as she opens her phone and responds to some of her messages. “Uh-huh sure, you’ll live,” You replied returning your focus back on your makeup. Feeling satisfied with it you grabbed your setting spray and generously mist yourself before adjusting your hair to frame your face better.

“What do you think?” You asked as you turned to your best friend. She gave you a look over in your dress and whistled appreciatively. “You look delicious, wish I was the lucky hit tonight,” She replied as you laughed and rolled your eyes. “Another day maybe,” You replied with a wink at her and watched as she promptly blushed before turning back to her phone to avoid your gaze. “Seems a good enough time to head over, you ready?” She asked as she stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles of her dress from laying on your bed. “Sure am,” You replied as you grabbed your purse and phone.

As you entered the frat party you felt the hungry gazes of many partygoers on you, smiling to yourself you held your best friend's wrist in your grasp as you led her and yourself to the drinks. You gave a flirty smile to the boy pouring you two drinks as you recalled the time you had hooked up with him. He hadn’t been half bad and seemed gentlemanly but that wasn’t really your type. You thanked him for the drinks before you continued pulling your best friend outside to watch some of the partygoers play beer pong and other silly games.

You chatted with her as you sipped your drink and surveyed the potential hits. Although as you did you felt the gaze of someone on you before turning to where you had felt it originate, locking gazes with one infamous Peter Parker. You noted his fluffy blond hair as you watched as his eyes raked over your body. You gave him an inviting smile before turning to your best friend to try to play hard to get. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he handed his drink to one of his friends and walked over to you, leaving whatever poor girl had previously been chatting with him alone.

You looked up at him in faux surprise as he approached you. Your best friend paused her conversation to look between you to two before excusing herself as she usually did. “Y/N, right?” He asked as you nodded in reply. “Peter, right?” You mirrored as he nodded in return. “Seen you around here a few times,” He replied as you smiled and took a sip of your drink. “I do my best to get out,” You responded after a moment and he raised an eyebrow. “I think you mean get around,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “As if you don’t do the same,” You taunted and clicked his tongue in response as he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You got me there,” He replied as he looked you over.

“You smoke?” He asked as you raised an eyebrow. “I do,” You replied unsure of if he had meant nicotine or weed, not that it really mattered. He nodded in response. “Care to join me then?” He asked as you contemplated it for a moment. “Sure, why not,” You replied as you watched a smirk play on his lips at your response. “Follow me then,” He said as he grabbed your wrist and guided you through the party crowd upstairs. You had been upstairs before during some of your other hook-ups but it felt somehow different to be heading to Peter’s room.

He opened the door and gestured for you to head in, obliging, you entered and moved to sit on his bed. “This your usual way of getting girls into your bed?” You teased with a raised eyebrow as he scoffed at your comment. He entered after you and closed the door and locking it. “Not usually,” He replied as he rifled through his stash and began rolling a joint for you two. You noted the distinct smell of weed as you got your answer to your earlier question. “Oh? Am I special then?” You joked as he chuckled in response. “If it makes you feel better then sure,” He replied before finishing rolling the joint and taking a seat next to you on the bed. You rolled your eyes at his comment.

He offered you the joint which you happily took and placed between your lips as he held a lighter up and lit it for you. Taking a drag you breathed in it, pleasantly surprised at the higher quality of it. “Not bad,” You commented as you passed it to him. He chuckled at your response. “What? Did you expect me to smoke shit weed?” He taunted and took a hit as you shoved him slightly with your elbow. “A little, yeah,” You replied with a laugh as he gave you a playful glare. He placed a hand over his heart with mock hurt in his eyes. “Ow,” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, gimme that back,” You replied as you went to grab the joint from him. He raised an eyebrow at that before pulling it up over your head, out of your reach. You glared at him before trying to grab it.

As you made your move to grab it, he focused on the way you had to lean closer to him. His free hand moved to your hip as he pulled you into his lap. With his readjustment of you, you managed to grab the joint. Pulling it to your lips with a satisfied smirk. You took a hit but otherwise gave no indication of the effect being in his lap had on you. He watched as you breathed in the smoke, as you were about to blow it out he leaned forward and captured your lips. You gasped in surprise at his actions before feeling the open-mouthed kiss he placed on your lips. Realizing his intentions, you blew the smoke into his mouth as you two kissed. His hand that was not on your hip was quick to join the other. His grip squeezing your hips tightly as he kissed you hungrily. You felt your head dizzy as you grew breathless from the kiss.

When he pulled back to part from you, you both panted as his forehead rested on yours. One of his hands quickly moved to your hand that was holding the joint before grabbing it and placing it in an ashtray nearby. “Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” You huffed as he chuckled at your response. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He teased as your eyes widened slightly in surprise at his words. You quickly recovered as you swatted at his chest. “No, you’re just a jerk,” You argued as he raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m the jerk?” He questioned as you glared at him and nodded. He chuckled before running his free hand through his hair. “I’ll show what a jerk looks like princess,” He replied, and before you could fully process his words he had pushed you onto the bed with your face down and ass up. You squeaked in surprise as he manhandled you.

You craned your head back to glare at him. “You treat all your women like objects?” You taunted before squeaking again as you felt his hand collide with your ass as he spanked you. “No, just little sluts like you,” He replied as you bit back a moan from his degrading words. His gaze was trained on your face though and his eyebrow raised as he watched you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. “Figures you’d like that,” He teased as his hands hiked up the bottom of your dress before rubbing circles on where he had spanked you. You shook your head to try to fight back the blush that coated your cheeks. “No- No, I don’t,” You replied trying to deny your interest in his mean words.

He tilted his head at that, and you moaned out in surprise as you felt his fingers prod at your entrance through your panties. “No? Your body seems to say differently,” He teased before looking down at where his hands touched you. He groaned at the sight of your drenched panties as he continued teasing you with his fingers. “You’re fucking soaked,” He muttered as his gaze was transfixed on how easily you had wet his fingers through your panties. Shoving your panties to the side he swore under his breath as he saw your glistening pussy.

His digits had you trembling under his touch as he collected some of your wetness of his fingers before moving to circle your clit. He looked up at you as he watched you face twist in pleasure as your eyes shut at his contact. “Sh- Shit! Fuck, just like that,” You moaned out as he chuckled. You opened your eyes to glare at him with that but quickly yelped when he slapped your pussy. “Don’t take an attitude with me whore,” He growled as you nodded back at him with tears pricking your eyes. “Ah! Okay okay!” You conceded as he watched you almost predatorily. You began wiggling as his hand stayed cupping your sex but not touching you more than that. His eyes glanced down at you grinding yourself into his hand before he looked up at your face again.

You whined as you felt the loss of his warmth as he pulled his hand back. “You want more? Then ask nicely,” He replied with almost a stern edge to his voice. Your eyes focused on him as you mentally fought yourself over it. You knew he wouldn’t let it go if you said please but you also didn’t want him to stop. Shutting your eyes you decided to say it regardless. “Please Peter, touch me, please,” You begged as he tsk’d at you. You opened your eyes and took in his disapproving expression as he looked at you. “You can do better than that,” He replied as you pouted at his words. “C’mon, Peter please!” You whined before you yelped as he spanked your ass once again. “Okay okay! Please, you can do whatever you want to me just please touch me!” You begged as his eyes darkened at your words. “That’s more like it,” He groaned before moving his fingers to your slit again.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him touch you again. His fingers made expert circles over your clit as you started trembling again as little moans and whimpers left your lips. He worked you up before his fingers moved down from your clit to your entrance as whined at the loss of contact on your clit. Although your disappointment was quickly washed away as you felt his tongue lick a stripe through your slit. Two of his fingers pressed into your entrance as he moved to suck on your clit. You moaned at the intrusion before shoving your face in his pillows to attempt to muffle yourself.

He sucked on your clit like a man starved as his fingers pressed further and further into you. Before long he began curling them trying to find the soft spongy spot inside of you. Your hips mindlessly jumped as he found the spot. You could feel him smirk against you as he continued hitting it over and over as you felt the coil in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. Your hands bunched up the sheets beneath you as you felt yourself draw closer and closer. “M’ gonna cum,” You whimpered as you turned your head to the side to make sure you were audible. “C’mon cum on my fingers princess,” He encouraged as he pulled back slightly before sucking on your clit with renewed vigor. You bit your lip hard as you cried out and your vision blacked out as white-hot pleasure coursed through you.

You shook as he fucked through your orgasm. As you came down, your hips attempted to jump away from his touch in overstimulation which he chuckled at as he pulled back from you. He flipped you over easily so you were on your back as you looked up at him dazedly and sated. “Look at you, one orgasm and all that sass is gone,” He cooed condescendingly as you blushed and rolled your head to the side to avoid his gaze. He tsk’d in response and grabbed your jaw with his clean and pulled you to look at him again before tapping his fingers that were covered in your juices to your lips. “Open up,” He commanded before your lips fell open in silent obedience. His fingers pressed against your tongue as you sucked on them and cleaned your slick off his digits. “Atta girl,” He groaned.

Once his fingers were clean, he pulled them out of your mouth as you whined sightly at the loss. He chuckled at that. “Don’t worry princess, we’re not done yet,” He replied. He got to work pulling your dress over your head as you leaned up slightly to help him. Once off, he threw it somewhere across the room as his gaze fixated on your tits. One of his hands moved to circle your nipple as he moved to suck your other nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped over it as he sucked, your back arching off his mattress as you gasped. Once he was satisfied he let go with a pop before kissing slightly above your tits as he sucked a hickey onto you.

Normally, you were against most marks anyone wanted to leave on you but his teeth and lips on you had you gasping and whining for more instead. He smirked as he pulled back to admire his work on your chest before leaning down to add more. As he did, you didn’t notice his free hand moving to unzip his jeans and push them down. He pushed his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free and began pumping it as finished littering hickeys along your chest. When he pulled back, your eyes focused on his cock. It wasn’t too long where it would hurt you but it definitely was bigger than average and a bit girthier too. You sucked in a breath as you watched him pump himself and the weeping head of his cock as his pre-cum drooled out of his slit.

He smirked at your doe-like eyes. “Like what you see?” He teased as your gaze quickly looked up to his eyes. You nodded needily at his question as he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “Need it, please please, Peter, please!” You begged for him without prompting causing him to bite his lip to bite back a groan at your neediness. He clicked his tongue in response. “Well since you asked so nicely,” He replied as he moved to settle between your thighs. He glanced down between you two before glancing over at the drawer of his bedside table. “Can you grab a condom for me princess?” He asked as you blinked up at him dazedly. “M’ on the pill,” You mumbled as he groaned at the implication. “You clean?” He asked as you nodded at his question. “Fuck, fine,” He replied as he lined the tip up with your entrance.

He swiped it around a bit to gather some of your slick against him before he slowly pushed into you. You moaned and gasped out as your arms went to brace yourself on his forearms, nails digging into him. “Shit, you need to relax,” He muttered as he felt you squeeze the tip of him. He wet his fingers in his mouth before moving to circle your clit with them. You mewled at the touch but he felt you relax as he did. He continued his circles as he pushed further into you. You gasped and trembled under him as you felt fuller and fuller. Getting impatient, he gave a hard thrust up into you as he pushed him to be fully sheathed in you. You squeaked as he did your eyes shutting in the process. He stopped his touch on your clit as you whined. “Open your eyes,” He ordered but you kept your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the feeling of him filling you up so sweetly.

You squeaked in surprise when you felt his palm connect with your cheek. Your eyes opening suddenly at the impact. “There you go,” He groaned as you pouted and rubbed your cheek where he had slapped you. “What? You want me to kiss it better?” He teased as you nodded at his words. He huffed a little but leaned down to place a light kiss on your cheek. A small smile flitted across your face before you felt him roughly pull out and thrust back up into you. An embarrassingly loud moan leaving your lips. His face settled to bury in your neck as he continued the pace.

His hands moved to push your legs around his hips as he continued thrusting into you. One of his hands moving to draw circles on your clit as you moaned. You felt your body shaking once again as he built you back up to the edge. He pulled back to look down at you as he continued chasing his pleasure. Watching him with half-lidded eyes, you pawed at his free hand to pull it to your throat. He groaned as you settled his palm over your throat. “Fuck, you really are just a little slut, aren’t you?” He commented as you whined at his words. He placed more pressure against your throat at your needy whine, pulling a moan from you.

With the added sensation, you felt your orgasm rushing to you quicker and quicker. “You gonna cum for me princess?” He asked as he felt you clench his dick harder. You nodded frantically in response. “Go on then,” He encouraged as he tightened his grasp on your neck a little more. You choked on a moan as you felt your orgasm blind you with pleasure for a second time. You vaguely registered his groaning and swearing as you pulsed around him. Your limbs tingled with pleasure as the pressure on your throat prolonged your climax. As you came down from it, he moved his hand away from your throat to next to your head as his other hand rested on your hip to pull you closer to him as he chased his release. You mewled at the sensitivity before he leaned down and captured your lips in a messy kiss.

He groaned into your mouth as you felt his dick twitch before feeling him spill into you. He continued fucking you through his climax as you whined and mewled into his mouth. Once he came to a stop, he sighed before pulling out of you. Looking down, he groaned as he watched his seed spill out of you before moving to collapse beside you. You shut your eyes as you focused on calming your breath. You felt his eyes on you as he watched you, you peeked an eye open at him before making an annoyed noise. “What?” You asked before closing your eyes again. “Just making sure you’re still alive,” He chuckled and you mentally rolled your eyes.

“Uh huh, well your dick isn’t that good that it could kill,” You replied feeling more to your normal self. “Could’ve fooled me,” He laughed as you cringed remembering the way you had been so submissive to him a few moments prior. You shook your head at his words before opening your eyes and pushing yourself up on his bed. He watched you curiously as you looked around his room for your dress. Spotting it, you stood up on shaky legs to pick it up, adjusting your underwear which you both had been too caught up in to take off. Slipping the dress over your head and adjusting it to cover what you needed to you, you tsk’d as you saw the hickeys on your chest.

You shot him a glare. “What?” He asked with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Hickeys? Really?” You asked with a tilt of your head. “You weren’t complaining when it happened,” He replied with a shrug and you rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” You replied. You checked your phone from your purse as he tucked himself away and made himself decent. You glanced back up at him, “Well see you around then,” You said as he nodded with a boyish grin. “Mhm, same time next week?” He teased as you chuckled. “We both know that’s not how this works,” You replied with a shake of your head. He shrugged in response. “True,” He replied as you unlocked his door and opened it. You looked back at him, “See you around Princess Parker,” You giggled as he rolled his eyes. “Last I checked princess was your name,” He replied as you stuck your tongue out at him teasingly before walking out of his room.

You headed downstairs as you texted your best friend who quickly found you and promptly teased you about the hickeys you couldn’t fully hide. You promised to tell her the full story on the way back to your dorm. As you left though, you couldn’t help but wonder why your cheeks felt warmer at the thought of him.

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dracos-eternity · 9 months

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Frat Boys-Frat Peter Parker X Reader Smut

Summary- Your girl's officially a college student, let's get a little Frat boy action, and just for my bestie @emma-cantmakeuphermind, we'll do peter parker.

Warnings-Protected Sex (DON'T BE SILLY WRAP YOUR WILLY), Choking, Hair Pulling, Cursing, Oral (M&F Receiving)

It is a little short, I apologize.

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"Oh, hey, you guys made it." Katy smiles as she opens the door to the fraternity. We follow her in as she steps further into the frat house. "Everyone this is Y/n, and-" She trails off, looking at my two friends I brought.

"Oh, this is Mia and Taylor." I signal to my friends. We follow Katy into the living room and sit down. I spot this cute boy on one of the couches and smile at him. "Can I sit next to you?"

"Yeah," He smiles as he slides over to let me sit with him. I give a small glance to Taylor, and her giving a knowing smile back.

"Katy, who is this?" I whisper to her.

"Oh, that's Peter." She winks.

I sit on my phone, secretly sneaking glances at Peter. I feel a little sad as he walks away. My mood quickly changes as Katy gets up, dancing to the music. I follow suit, joining her. I let the music take control of my body, swaying my hips with her on my back. She backs up a little and I notice Peter walking up again, I grab his hand, letting him get behind me. I smirk as his hands find their way to my hips and pull me closer. The song ends and we sit down again.

"Wanna go upstairs?" He smirks.

"I'm good with that." He nods in response and mumbles 'I'll be back.' He returns a few minutes later and grabs my hand. I follow him upstairs and into a room. I pull out the condom from my purse that I keep for emergencies. I hand it to him as I drop to my knees.

"Fuck." He groans as I pull his shorts and boxers down, freeing his already hardening member. I put him in my mouth, laying my tongue flat so that it brushes the bottom of his cock as I take all of him. I continue my movements until I'm sure he's completely hard. I stand up, smirking as he turns me around and bends me over the bed. He unzips my boots, discarding them on the floor. I take a deep breath as I feel his fingertips brush against the back of my thigh, pulling my dress up. He slides my panties to the side and I feel his tip at my entrance. I push myself and whine when he grips my hip, stopping me.

"Please." I plead. He slides in and pain rushes through me from the stretch. He starts at a slow pace, quickly speeding up. Moans fill the room as he grabs my hair, bottoming out in every stroke.

"What's my name?" His hand releases my hair, pushing his hand on my back to make my arch deeper.

"Fuck, Daddy." I moan in response.

"Good girl." He leans forward, grabbing my throat when he does.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" My words are cut short as he releases my neck, snaking his hand under me and between my thighs. He applies pressure to my clit, rubbing in circles and sending me barreling over the edge as I cum. He follows suit, cumming and pulling out.

"Don't move." He trashes the condom and I stay in the same position. I hear him shuffling behind me and I inhale sharply as his tongue flattens and licks a clean stripe up my slit.

"Shit." I whimper as his tongue prods at my entrance.

"I just wanted to taste you." He stands up and helps me get up. He helps me put my boots back on, fixing the laces and zipping them back up. I grab his hoodie off the bed, slipping it on.

"I'm keeping this."

"You should it looks good on you. You should definitely let me get your number so we can do this again." I smile, taking his phone from him and typing my number. He leads me down the stairs and the silence fades away as the music rings through the first floor of the house.

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | tasm peter parker

tasm peter parker x f!reader 5,899 words warnings; smut, mentions of violence and death summary; she really shouldn’t have come to the party. she doesn’t belong here. and she really wasn’t trying to steal the backpack. and she certainly didn’t expect to feel so connected to a boy she had just met…

Some trendy new pop song boomed and echoed throughout the room, and she fought the urge to stick her fingers into her ears deep enough that she wouldn’t be able to hear a single thing anymore. She’d only heard this same song playing everywhere from the supermarket down the street from her dorm, through the speakers of some car passing down the street with the windows rolled down, in the restaurant she’d been dragged to by one of her friends.

How many times can you put a song on repeat before it gets tired?

Clearly, that limit hadn’t been reached yet.

A frat boy stumbled backwards into her side, the liquid in his red solo cup swishing around, streams falling down the side like tears. She could hear him laughing just over the music, and he didn’t turn to say sorry before following his friends drunkenly through the sea of tipsy students.

Her throat felt dry, and she grimaced, feeling as though she were swallowing knives. She found her way to the kitchen, peering down into the punch bowl set out. She blinked. It clearly wasn’t punch.

It wasn’t that she didn’t drink— she had once when she felt she had no other option when hanging out with her friend who brought a friend who brought another friend. One of the friends of a friend had taken it upon themselves to bring a bottle of whiskey, and she feared how it would look if she were the only one to not accept a cup.

She remembered looking down into the red solo cup, rolling her wrist and watching its contents swirl around. She remembered wondering if anybody was staring or wondering why she wasn’t drinking, and without looking up, she downed the whole thing in one burning gulp.

She needed some fresh air.

“Hey!”

Just as she was about to make her much needed escape, she turned, her roommate making her way over to where she stood, her irises blurry, no doubt by the contents of the punch bowl. “Where are you off to?” Her roommate asked, her words slightly slurred. She wrapped her arms around herself, scanning the room. “Just getting some air,” she replied. “My head is pounding.”

“Oh shit, did somebody spike your drink?” Her roommate giggled, her bleary eyes darting to somewhere behind her. She peered over her shoulder to see what she could be looking at, and her gaze fell upon another drunk boy talking with his friends, sneaking glances over to where she and her roommate stood.

Thankfully, it meant she wouldn’t be held up for much longer.

“No, it’s just.. it’s hot in here, you know?” She said in a somewhat nervous chuckle. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself, she was an adult now for goodness sake, why did she still act like a fibbing middle schooler? “I’ll be back in a minute once I’ve cooled off.”

Her roommate didn’t seem to care much as she walked away, past the boy she was making ‘I want to fuck you’ eyes to, through the crowd of numb-minded students, and out the first door she could get to.

She found herself standing in the hallway, the music inside the apartment now muffled but still booming through the walls. She wondered how a party of this size was allowed in a building like this, but then she remembered that it was college, and New York, for that matter.

She walked down the hallway towards the stairs, and she glanced up at the stairwell as she stepped inside. She climbed the few flights leading up to the roof and pushed her way through the door, the wind and Brooklyn’s chilly night air hitting her all at once, and she shivered, balling the sleeves of her sweater in her fists.

It was quieter up here than it was at the party, but when she reached the edge of the roof and sat herself down, swinging her legs over the side of the building, she found that the life below was just as alive. The streets below were bustling with people— college students, parents, elderly people. It may have been close to midnight but still, the city stayed awake, refusing to sleep.

The lights of the city winked and gleamed brilliantly in the distance, and she could hear the far away sounds of sirens. Even late at night, people couldn’t help but get themselves into trouble.

She swung her feet in circles, gazing down at the ground below. Even from up here, she still felt the life of the party a few stories below, whatever trendy new pop song that was playing now making the entire building quake. It just reminded her of how alone she was— literally and figuratively.

She didn’t mind so much now that there was no one around to judge her, she preferred to be with herself anyways.

She turned to look over her shoulder at the roof behind her, her gaze falling upon something she hadn’t noticed before. An eyebrow raised to her hairline and out of curiosity, she spun herself around, her palms flat against the stone to push herself back onto her feet. Slowly, she made her way over to what she had seen, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes to get a better look.

It was very dark.

It was a backpack— who would leave a backpack sitting around on rooftops in New York? She bent down to pick it up and felt around her back pocket for her phone, fishing it out and using the illuminated screen to search for a name, a number, an address, anything.

Nothing.

Of course, she could easily unzip the backpack and feel around its contents to search for some sort of identification, but she wouldn’t have felt right looking through someone’s belongings.

She was saved from doing so by a swishing noise that immediately caught her attention, and she snapped her head around to the source of it, seeing nothing but darkness again. Goosebumps littered her skin, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or from unsettlement.

Out of pure instinct, she backed away from where she had found the backpack, her nails digging into its fabric as she crouched again just as she could hear another swishing sound, and a figure appeared on the roof. She blinked. Where did this person come from?

Whoever it was was silent as they approached the place the backpack had been just moments before, and her muscles tensed at the realization that she was still holding the backpack, her fingernails clutching it so hard she wondered if they had bent by now.

“…backpack?” She could hear the person say and she watched as they turned in circles, scanning the area for said backpack. This was also when she noticed that the person— a man, judging from the voice— was wearing a spandex suit.

A very familiar spandex suit she’d seen many times on the news before.

“Goddammit,” the man cursed, his hands reaching up to either side of his head, quickly deciding they’d rather rest on his hips instead. He turned around again, another curse emitting from behind his mask, a little more loudly this time.

She had just revealed herself from her hiding place just as the man ripped the mask from his head, dark and messy hair erecting from his head at once.

She gasped and clutched the backpack tighter, recoiling when he turned to face her, his eyes wide and his lips agape. For a moment, all they could do was stare at each other, neither seemingly able to move or speak.

Eventually, she blinked down at the bag in her hands, both of her arms shaking as she held it out towards him. “I.. uh.. think this is yours?” She grimaced. Her voice was shaky.

The man made no moves to move right at first, seemingly still in shock that she was even here, that she could see his face. They were one in the same in that regard.

“I.. uh,” he finally said, and as he carefully approached, his features slowly came into view. He had a handsome face, one she couldn’t quite tell if she’d seen around before, and his eyes gleamed in the moonlight. They, too, were brown like his hair, irises so dark that they almost matched the pupils in the middle. “Thank you,” he spoke, gently accepting his backpack that she had been clutching tightly up until that point. Her hands felt freer now that they weren’t holding the bag, although now she struggled to find something for them to do.

She eyed his body up and down, slowly, taking in his attire. She could just make out the black web patterns across his chest, a spider in the middle. He still eyed her carefully, unsure of what to make of her. She flushed beneath his gaze.

“I swear I wasn’t trying to steal it or anything,” she rushed out, her skin feeling hotter than ever as she squinted her lids shut. Now was not the time to let her nerves get the better of her. “I just found it and I was trying to see if there was a name or something on it and then you came and..” she paused, half for breath, half out of disbelief. She gazed into his eyes and then let her sight fall back down to his body. “You… you’re Spider-Man?”

She almost immediately regretted it after she said it. He scrunched his face and peeled a single eyelid open, gripping his backpack in one hand as he made a jazz hands gesture, as if to say ‘surprise!’ “It’s me…” he trailed off, a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment in his tone.

She blinked. She wasn’t sure what to say.

Her gaze averted to the place on the roof she had first seen him at. She pointed to it, “you just swung onto the roof.” He nodded, his arms falling limp in front of him, tapping his fingers against his backpack. “Yep…” he said, still uncertain. “Listen, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go off telling everyone who I am like.. under the mask,” he continued, and she quickly shook her head.

“No, of course not,” her words tumbled from her lips. “It’s not like I even know who you are anyway… couldn’t find a name on the backpack…” she muttered the last part, thinking aloud. The man cocked an eyebrow at this, “you don’t know who I am?”

She tilted her head at this, “am I supposed to know who you are?”

He blinked. “You go to this college right?”

“Yes?”

He still looked confused. She must have too. So it was possible she had seen this man before? Did he go to this college too? Spider-Man went to the same college she did?

“Huh,” he nodded, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. He walked away, over to where she had just been sitting with her legs hanging over the edge, and he mimicked this. She raised an eyebrow in question and made her way over to where he sat, making sure there was distance between them as she sat down. “What does that mean?” She asked, and he turned to look at her, tilting his head.

“What does what mean?”

“‘Huh.’”

“Huh?”

“Yes, you said huh just now when I said I went here.”

He finally seemed to understand and his lips curved as he emitted a small, nervous laugh. “Oh, I just..” he trailed off, looking over at her and shaking his head, his gaze averting to the ground below. “I just thought you would know who I am, is all.”

She found herself feeling bad, but it was a big college after all. She couldn’t know everybody.

“Well, do you know me?” She questioned, and he glanced back up at her.

He shook his head. “No.”

Her brow furrowed and she pursed her lips. “Then how can you expect me to know who you are?”

“I didn’t expect you to, I just thought you would.”

She rolled her eyes at this and turned to stare absentmindedly at the city on the horizon ahead, but couldn’t suppress the urge to laugh. She tilted her head and turned it when she heard him laugh too.

He had a pretty smile, she couldn’t help but think. Almost too pretty, annoyingly pretty. She could see him in better light now, thanks to the lights on the edge of the building. His hand moved to his hair, his fingers weaving through the umber tresses in an attempt to tame them. A silence ensued between them, but then he looked back over at her.

“So, why aren’t you down at the party?” He asked, gesturing with his eyes down below. It was then that she was reminded that there was a party, that she was there not that long ago, one of the bodies in the sea of tipsy dancing and drunken hollering. She shrugged, “realized it wasn’t my type of thing after all.”

“Hm,” he nodded, turning to look ahead. “Were you on your way there?” She asked, and he nodded again, to which she recoiled. “Oh, then don’t keep me holding you up,” she waved him off. “You go have fun. I’m sure you were looking forward to it after..” she trailed off, gazing back down to his Spider-Man suit. “..after whatever you were doing.”

He laughed again and shook his head, their eyes meeting when he turned back to face her. “Nah, don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “I think I prefer being up here anyways.”

She was sure it wasn’t intended to be flirtatious, but she still couldn’t help but flush, feeling heat creep up her neck. She turned back towards the city in the horizon, its lights still shining brightly, polluting the night sky. The city was still awake and bustling with all sorts of noise, but it somehow felt quieter than before.

“So… why go to a party if it isn’t your thing?” He asked, breaking the silence. She glanced over to where he sat, now leaning back and resting on his elbows. His focus was now on her, and she self-consciously tucked her hair back behind her ear, unable to meet his gaze as she searched her brain for an answer.

“I don’t know. My roommate wanted me to go but she ended up leaving me pretty much as soon as we got there,” she shrugged. “I didn’t want to drink but it seemed like that was all there was to do there.”

“Aw, come on, you’re not a drinker?” He teased, but at first, her chest tightened and she thought he was being serious. The heat from her neck crept up to her cheeks as she turned away, her shoulders hunching forward as if she were closing in on herself like an armadillo. “Hey, I’m joking,” he laughed, giving her arm a playful punch. She could feel her muscles relax again at the sound of his laughter and she looked back over at him, her smile returned to her face.

How could she be so stupid?

“Sorry,” she apologized. “I’m not good at communication. Or taking jokes.”

He pressed his lips together, and his expression softened. His smile looked sweeter this way. “That’s cool,” he nodded. “I’m not either.”

She rolled her eyes at this. “Oh come on, Spider-Man,” she was surprised at the teasing lilt in her own voice. “You’re like everybody’s favorite hero. Surely you’re better at human interaction than I am.”

He chuckled and turned to rest on the elbow closest to her, his other hand fiddling his other one. He stared at his hands for a moment, as if he found comfort in watching them. “Maybe as Spider-Man, yeah,” he tittered. “But not as Peter Parker.”

She tilted her head. “Is that your name?” She asked, and he nodded.

Peter Parker.

“Peter Parker,” she just had to test the name out on her own tongue. “S’ got a nice ring to it.” His smile widened.

“Well, now you have to tell me your name,” he snickered. “It’s only fair.”

Her laugh came out like a breath. “I suppose.”

So she gave him her name, first and last. He said her name once, and then he said it again, and again, and again, each time in a different tone. She chuckled at this, and she swung her legs back from over the side of the building, sitting criss-crossed in front of him. “Why do you keep saying it?” She questioned with a laugh, and he beamed.

“I wanted to test out saying your name in different situations,” he spoke matter-of-factly. “For instance, here’s me saying it when I’m sad.” He said her name with a pout, his eyebrows raised as he gave puppy dog eyes. She threw her head back as she laughed, mostly as an excuse to look away.

She’d known him for less than twenty minutes but he was already adorable.

“When I’m mad.” He tried faking anger, but it just looked so wrong on him, she could feel more laughter bubbling up in her chest, and she rushed her hand to her lips as she tried to contain it. He raised an eyebrow at this. “What?”

She shook her head, her hand closing tighter around her mouth. “You think I’m being funny, do you?” He asked, and she shook her head, and although her hand was covering her smile, she was sure her eyes were crinkling to give her away.

“Hey. I’ll have you know that I am very scary when I’m mad,” he stuck his nose in the air. “You’re lucky you haven’t seen my bad side yet.”

Her chest stuttered as she tried to swallow her laugh, her hand falling from her face and resting back down at her side.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. You should fear me.”

“Oh god. I’m practically pissing my pants already.”

He pressed his lips together, his cheeks puffing outwards before his shoulders began to shake, and he dropped his head, unable to hold back his laughter any longer. She joined along and soon, neither one of them could stop it.

She had tears in her eyes when their laughter finally died down, and she flicked droplets away from her eyelashes, blinking the rest away. When they were both quiet, she turned to look at him again. He was looking down at his hands again, his smile still on his face but somehow fainter than before.

“So, what were you doing before this?” She questioned, and he peered up at her, letting his gaze linger on hers for a few moments before he looked back down. “I was, uh, just downtown. There was an ATM robbery so I went and dealt with that,” he scratched his head. ATM robbery. She wondered if that was where the sirens she had heard earlier were heading to.

“Did you catch them?”

“Huh?”

“The robbers.”

“Oh,” he nodded with a small smile. “Yeah.”

She took the time to take a closer look at Peter, and just before he bowed his head towards his hands again, she caught a glimpse of his eyes and saw something she hadn’t seen before. They were dark, like she’d gathered earlier, and they did in fact glisten in the light. But there was something else in them, something murky, and it felt like standing in a swamp, trying to trudge through the thick waters. There was something sad about him, something there she hadn’t quite discovered yet.

Of course, they had only met about twenty minutes ago.

People were like books, after all, their minds and their hearts were their own personal bible. It could take days to figure somebody out, weeks, months, years. It simply wouldn’t feel right to ask him something so personal now when they had just met.

But she knew there was something he wasn’t telling her, about the ATM robbery, at least. And she wanted to know.

“But there’s more to it, isn’t there?” She asked, and Peter, with his eyebrows knit together, glanced up at her. For a moment, all they did was stare at each other, almost in a stand-offish type of way. Her heart began to pound in her chest and she could hear her heartbeat drumming in her ears. It was as if in that one single glance, they were trying to figure each other out, or at least in Peter’s case, try to figure out if she could be trusted or not.

His expression softened. He had no reason not to. Plus, they may have only met half an hour ago, but there was already something about her. Something about her made him feel like they already had an understanding of each other, as if their minds were already on the same wavelength.

So, he drew air into his lungs, and spoke.

“No, there was… there was something else,” he began, looking back down at his hands. She pressed her lips together, eyes choosing one spot on his face to look to assure him that she was listening. She chose to stare at the side of his nose. “An innocent person got hurt tonight.”

Her vision averted to her lap, and her fingers began to toy at her shoelaces.

“What do you mean by hurt? How hurt?”

“A man got shot. I saw it happen,” he continued, and he swallowed the lump in his throat rubbing it raw. “I couldn’t save him.”

She could tell by his words and his tone that this man, this poor, innocent man, had died.

She shifted where she sat and gazed back up at him, trying to meet his eyes again. Peter blinked and scratched his scalp. She remained silent, allowing him to speak freely and openly. “He wasn’t even involved or anything,” he said, and he glared down at his knuckles, wrapped in the same spandex his suit was made of. “He was across the street, probably just trying to get home, you know? And they just shot him.”

She grimaced at this and hunched over, resting an elbow on one of her knees, resting her chin on her palm. “Jesus, Peter, I’m sorry,” she murmured, and she meant it. Peter outstretched his fingers and gazed down at them, his eyes tracing the black lines on them.

“And it just… god it sucks because I put on this suit thinking about him, I mean, I made it because of him, really,” Peter continued, but she no longer understood what he was talking about. “And now I just feel like I’ve failed him all over again.”

She blinked. She got the feeling he wasn’t talking about the innocent man from the ATM robbery anymore. She didn’t ask him about it. He’d talk about it on his own accord if he really wanted to.

He glanced up at her where she sat, staring at him with a sad look. It was funny, how she didn’t understand but understood all the same. It was funny how he felt so comfortable around this girl he just met. It was funny how easy it was to talk to her. It was funny how she listened, how he talked and how she let him talk. It was funny that he wished he had met her sooner.

“Sorry,” he tittered, but she shook her head. “No, don’t apologize,” she whispered, but she was unsure why she was whispering. Peter looked up and their eyes met again, and she thought it was funny how much she already cared for him. “Never apologize,” she added.

The breeze picked up and she shivered, but she still felt warm all the same. “You know, I used to be scared of the idea of college,” she said, and he stared at her, watched the way her hair framed her face, at the line between her lips, watching the way her smile dropped but was still somewhat there. “I was scared of the people. Of the work. Of the professors. Of everything,” she continued. “I think I still am.”

She sighed and he watched as her hands grabbed her legs as she leaned back, stretching out her back. “And when I was in high school, I didn’t talk to anyone about it. In fact, I hardly talked at all,” she said. “Because even then, I was scared of people. And of everything.”

She paused and pursed her lips, searching the bit of floor between them. “I was scared to go to this party tonight too,” she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. This was the first time she’d ever admitted just how scared she was, and it was frightening. But when she looked at Peter, she couldn’t help but feel like it was exciting all the same. “But I did. I went and then I met you.”

She could see the moment Peter’s eyes softened and she found that she wanted them to be closer, to be as close as possible. “So, it makes me wonder, if this is a beginning,” she murmured, and it occurred to her that Peter wanted what she wanted just the same. He seemed to be closer now than he was before. She didn’t notice when he pushed himself off of his elbow so that now they were on the same eye level. “For both of us.”

He blinked, and his gaze flickered down from her eyes to her lips. It felt crazy, it was crazy. They just met after all.

She watched as her name tumbled from his lips, and that was when her heart began to beat even faster, harder than it had before.

“Yes?”

“Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?” He asked, and she could feel the way her arms began to shake. Did he seem even closer now than he was before?

“I believe that there are reasons we do the things we do,” she whispered. “Even if we don’t know what those reasons are.”

He nodded, his eyes flicking down to her lips again.

“Yeah,” he murmured breathlessly, and soon, his lips were on hers.

It should’ve felt strange, kissing someone she just met. It should feel wrong, gross, humiliating.

But it felt everything but.

She couldn’t remember the last time she kissed somebody, it must’ve been years ago when she kissed a boy because she was scared of what would happen if she didn’t. She didn’t want to kiss that boy then, so it was different now.

Because she definitely wanted to kiss Peter now.

One of his hands reached to cup her cheek, his palm warm against her skin. His tongue brushed hers, silently asking permission for more, a request in which she granted. Their tongues were like figure skaters, quickly getting into a routine of circling around each other, softly touching. Their kiss was slow, but she saw no reason to rush. They had the whole night ahead of them, and who could have stopped them now?

They were closer than ever now, giving her the chance to smell him. She could definitely smell sweat, no doubt from what he had just described to her earlier, and of soot and gunpowder. But somewhere in between, she could smell the faint scent of cedar wood, perhaps even a hint of vanilla. It was such a simple smell but still, somehow, undeniably and exclusively him.

When they pulled away, it was only to catch their breaths. Peter’s hand remained on her face and she stared into his dark eyes as he, too, stared at her, his lips slightly parted as he chased air back into his lungs. His forehead was resting against hers, his breath hot as it mixed with hers, fanning over either of their faces.

For a while, they were silent. All they could do was stare at each other. Years ago, she would’ve been intimidated by something like this, by just the idea of something like this.

But now, all she felt was excitement.

White hot excitement.

“What do we do now?” She asked, and he shook his head, his lips curved up into a soft smile.

“I don’t know,” he replied. She pursed her lips.

“I don’t want to go home.”

He shook his head. “Me neither.”

Her gaze seemed to melt into his, and all she could think was how much she wanted to kiss Peter Parker again. So she did. Her lips snatched his up again in a warm, fierce kiss, kissing him with more fervor than the last. She reached up to wrap her fingers around his wrist, the one connected to the hand still cupping her cheek. Her other hand rested on the back of his neck as they surged into one another, wanting to take this moment and stretch it out, to make it last forever.

Peter pulled away and kissed her again, and then he pulled away and trailed his kisses down to her jaw, and she threw her head back, her lips falling agape. Noises she had never heard come out of herself before slipped from her lips, and she held onto him tighter, grinding her hips forward to find him. His hand not on her face smoothed down the side of her body and rested on her hip as he kissed her neck, his tongue licking a sensitive spot there, and she mewled, squeezing her eyes shut tighter.

Peter pulled away again and stared up at her, a questioning look in his tender gaze. He shook his head, “we don’t have to do anything, you know,” he said, his chest heaving, out of breath. “We can wait.”

We can wait.

But then she thought, why wait when they had right now?

So she kissed him again as an answer, and he began to tug at his suit, and she pulled away, suppressing the urge to laugh as he struggled to tug the spandex off of him, at least get it down to his thighs. She helped him, her laughter dissolving in her throat when he finally got it down past his knees, unsure whether she should look away or not when his cock sprang free.

She was saved by Peter smashing his lips back into hers, his palms smooth against her skin as they snaked their way beneath her sweater and her bra and she moaned into his mouth when he grabbed her breasts. His skin was by no means completely smooth and baby soft, he had calluses on his palms that felt so much better against her nipples, and she threw her head back as he kissed her neck again. His lips eventually came down to her breasts and he gave one of her erect buds a kiss before sucking on it, letting go of it with a wet pop. He did the same with the other, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

His fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans, and she helped him by kicking them off of her legs, letting him touch her over her underwear in the meantime.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been touched like this.

It was sooner than the last time she’d just been kissed, in fact, it was only a few months ago at another party her roommate had dragged her to. She remembered being led to a bedroom by some guy she had been chatting to for about the same amount of time she and Peter had talked, and she convinced herself that she had wanted it.

How wrong she had been.

It was different now, with Peter. She found herself wanting it, even close to begging for it. She found every moment he spent not touching her under her panties excruciating, and when he finally did tug her underwear off of her legs and his fingers soothed over the wet, aching bud, she made noises she never made before.

She threw her head back and tried to stifle her cries as he tested the waters, rubbing her throbbing clit over and over again. He even dipped to get a feel of her slit, rubbing over her entrance where his cock ached to be.

When she looked back at him, she found that he was already staring at her. It seemed his offer from earlier still stood.

We don’t have to do this. We can wait.

She was tired of waiting. She was tired of being scared.

“Please Peter,” she whispered breathlessly. “Please take me.”

Peter’s bottom lip wobbled tenderly as he guided her onto his lap and he helped her sink down onto his cock, the pleasure he felt from being squeezed so tight making his toes curl. He watched as the girl above him threw her head back again and her hands slithered around to cup the back of his neck. He watched as her breasts bounced as she ground her hips into him. Peter didn’t move, simply let her ride at whatever pace she desired. His palm pressed against the small of her back, his lips every once and a while pressing soft kisses onto her chest.

When she looked back down at him, he smiled.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured. “You feel so good.”

She didn’t know those words would feel so good, especially coming from him. She was doing good, she felt so good.

She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d done any good for anybody.

But she was good enough for Peter. And right now, that was all that mattered to her.

“Oh, Peter,” she gasped as she ground her hips a little harder, feeling herself squeeze him a little tighter than before. He groaned when she did this, burying his face in the valley between her breasts. “I think… I think I’m gonna come soon.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Peter nodded and tried to focus on breathing as she bounced, and he rocked his hips up into her, chasing his own high now. “Yeah. Yeah, me too,” he groaned, and his hand not on the small of her back reached up to cradle the back of her head, and she leaned down, letting her forehead fall down onto his. “We’re going to come together, okay?” He barely managed out, and she barely managed to hear it. But she nodded, the words finally wrapping around her brain.

“Yes. Yes.”

She moved her hips a little harder, a little faster than before. He nodded against her head, and that was when she let herself go, when she gave herself to him, when he gave himself to her.

Their sweat-slicked chests heaved against one another.

It was strange. Don’t people who fuck after knowing each other as long as they have usually recoil and feel some sort of humiliation at what they had just done, and leave and act like nothing ever happened between them?

It was strange because it was the exact opposite.

She held Peter tighter, his face pressed into her chest. All they could do was hold each other, because neither of them wanted to let go. But when they did eventually pull away, they smiled at one another.

“What was that thing you said earlier?” Peter asked. She tilted her head.

“About what?”

“About beginnings?”

Her smile widened until her teeth unveiled themselves behind her lips.

“New beginnings, huh?”

Peter laughed. “New beginnings.”

a/n; i literally sat down for three hours straight and did nothing but write. i don’t know how this idea came to my head or what drove me to write it, but i think this is the most proud i’ve been of one of my writings in a very long time. i certainly hope you all enjoy and i thank you if you’ve read from start to finish. <3

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Doses & Mimosas

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (f)

Warnings: college party activities, touchy creep, noncon touch, protective Peter Parker, durnk reader,

Summary: After seeing a video on Instagram, Peter rushes to Pi Kappa Alpha’s Spring Mixer in search of his friend.

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Spring 2016

The entire frat house stunk of marijuana and hot beer as Peter made his way through the crowded rooms, hoping to find his only reason of showing up to this god forsaken hell hole in the first place - you. People were everywhere, it was one of the last parties of the spring semester, Pi Kappa Alpha’s iconic spring mixer.

“Hey! Have you seen my friend?” Peter yelled to one of his classmates, leaning towards where the man stood, drinking from a red solo cup as the music blared.

“Who?” The guy yelled back, cupping his ear closest to Peter as he squinted, clearly tipsy - maybe more. Peter rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone and showing his mate the Instagram video that sent him there in the first place.

It was a video of a crowd of people dancing in the very room Peter stood in this moment. He points at the corner of the video, directly to where you stood in the distance.

You were dancing, but not with the two friends you had brought along with you. A tall man stood behind you, seeming to grip your hips and forcefully dance-grinding on your as you start to pull away - clearly uncomfortable. And then the man grabs your jaw, pulling you in for a sloppy, forced kiss - your hands shoving yourself from his clutch. The stranger’s large hand wraps around your wrist as he yanks on your arm, just as the video ends.

It didn’t matter that it had been the tenth time he’d watched the video since seeing it on the frat’s Instagram story, Peter was just as angry as the first view. And more than anything he was concerned.

The guy looked at Peter, pointing to the ceiling as he slurred, “Saw that dude upstairs.”

“Thanks,” Peter says before beelining across the room, politely shoving past sweaty people as he reached the stairs. He stops, seeing one of your friends that you had originally showed up with making out with a person on the stairs - passionately shoving tongues down each other’s throats. Peter rolls his eyes, too annoyed to even bother to speak as he continues up the stained stairs.

Somehow the second floor of the frat house was even more packed. It was dimly lit, a smoky haze filled the wide hallway as Peter tried to tap into his Spidey-senses. He hoped to smell your perfume or hear your voice somehow through the loud music and chatter from the party.

And then he saw it, the tall stranger dragging you by the waist into a room and shutting the door behind him. Peter was over to the door in an instance, pressing his ear against it as he heard fumbling.

“Shut up,” he heard the man growl, followed by a muffled whimper. Your whimper.

Peter’s heart pounded in his chest as he clenched his jaw just as hard as he clench his fists.

“Stop saying that fucking name. My name isn’t Peter,” the man grunted. Peter heard his belt click. “And stop fighting me!”

Rage completely washed over Peter as he took two steps back from the door, kicking it open with ease. He steps through the doorway, wanting to scream as he saw the man from the video on top of you on a bare mattress. He was holding your mouth closed with one of his hands as he was fumbling with his pants.

“Hey man, don’t you see we’re busy,” the man stands up as he cranes his neck towards the door.

Peter quickly stalks towards the guy, fist meeting the stranger’s cheek before he can even turn around. The man stumbles, turning towards Peter and drunkenly punching at the air around Peter’s face.

Peter jabs the man in the nose - knocking him unconscious.

He walks over to where you laid on the mattress, drunk out of your mind as you sat up, wiping tears from your face as you adjusted your top, “P-Pete?”

Peter swallowed back tears, clearing his throat as he spoke, his voice shaky - “Are you okay? Did he - did he hurt you?”

You mumble something, trying to stand as you blinked lazily. Your hand braced on Peter’s forearm as you swallowed, feeling the room begin to spin as you started to slip into unconsciousness.

Peter caught you before you could fall, scooping you up in his strong embrace as you lay draped over his arms - head resting against his chest as he walks the two of you out of the frat house and into the night.

Air whipped around you as you stir, opening your eyes and seeing Peter’s ear and fluffy hair. You could smell his aroma, a scent that has comforted you for years now.

“My knight in shining armor,” you mumble, smiling into the crook of Peter’s neck as your head bounced against his chest with every step he took. “Peter - my Peter. You saved me.”

He blushed, adjusting his arms to better hold you as he tried to conceal his wide smile. “We - uh, we need to get you safe. What do you want to do? Go to your dorm?”

“I wanna - I wanna hold you…” you slur as your nose brushes his neck.

Peter knew you were saying that because you were drunk, but it still gave him butterflies. He laughed awkwardly, “You’re drunk.”

“I may be drunk,” you drunkenly proclaim, “But I do wanna hold you.” You sloppily wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling into Peter - finally feeling safe as he continued to walk, holding you in his arms. “Peter, I think I’m gonna throw up.”

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begin again (2)

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

tags: friends to lovers, awkwardness and humor, slow burn, mentions of blood, mentions of break-ins, cats?? almost 8k words of being in denial lol

summary: peter wants to protect you, but he ends up doing a little gaslighting and finds himself thinking of you in his free time. you discover something that you think belongs to spider-man.

author note: thank u for all the love on the first chapter! this one starts to set the tone just a little, but here’s a bit more pining and slow burn :)

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The Daily Bugle was your least favorite place to be. The air was chilling, and smelled of freshly brewed coffee all the time. It was a high-rise dark brick building, with steep stairs that led to the lobby. It looked brooding on the outside, especially during December. You thought it looked best in the fall. Crowds would sometimes gather outside the building for protests or to get signatures for petitions, so you learned to take the back entrance to avoid being cornered. It consisted of five floors, which were wide and long. They were filled with glass cubicles, and the clacking of keys from computers resonated in the air. Two arched windows were assigned to each wall, the glass covered in frost and condensation. The floor was a dark mahogany wood, and if you bent down to look closely, you could see the mismatched boards from the original building. Your cubicle was first in the middle of seven rows on the highest floor. Jameson was located on the same floor; he moved you from the second to the fifth when he realized it would be easier if he had you closer to him - not because he particularly liked you, or favored you as a writer, but because you were covering Spider-Man and he’d be goddamned if you lost track of him. Jameson knew you didn’t like him, but he also knew you liked money and having your bills paid.

You had applied for the intern position three years ago, hoping that maybe The Daily Bugle would give you a shot. You were rejected at first, having no journalism experience at all as a graduate student. But Jameson took note of your vigor, and didn’t ignore the way you perked up at the mention of Spider-Man coverage. So when his previous writer went on paternity leave, J. Jonah Jameson fired him like the two-faced dick he was, and hired you within two weeks after the rejection. You celebrated by getting drinks with your friends and going to a frat party. Not very like you. But it was necessary.

Jameson was itching for more Spider-Man stories. But it seemed that Spidey was keeping a low profile today, and you hadn’t heard anything about the arachnid on the police scanner downloaded in your phone. It really wasn’t that hard to get access to, but Jameson was impressed. It was like New York was finally behaving itself for once. You’d hear the occasional chatter of officers, responding with different codes that didn’t seem urgent. Minor car accidents, apartment break-ins, boring, boring, boring. Jameson grew irritated with impatience, and urged you to go out into the city and see if you could find anything. That man had no remorse for your safety. But to be fair, neither did you. You felt safe knowing that Spider-Man was nearby. Swiftly, you grabbed your trenchcoat and put it on as you disappeared into the elevators. Your black turtleneck peeked from beneath the wooly material, and you checked your backpack to make sure you brought your camera with you. Although you were a writer, Jameson would pay you extra for any pictures of the hero. You figured that maybe you could dabble in photography in exchange for a bigger paycheck.

The breeze bit at your nose as you exited the building, frowning when you realized that you had left your coffee behind. You’d get one, later. Maybe by that new café that recently opened. Pulling your earbuds into your ears, you walked down the street with long strides. You couldn’t help but smile proudly at one of the Daily Bugle stands on the side, recognizing that headline of yours gathering quite the attention of a few locals.

Peter tucked away the webbed suit at the bottom of his worn-out bag, deciding that he’d put aside Spidey activities for the day unless it was truly an emergency. He learned that the city didn’t always need him. It sounded selfish, promising time for Peter Parker and not Spider-Man, but Peter was still learning that he needed breaks. He deserved them. Aunt May pestered him about days off, and he decided to give into the older woman’s wishes in an effort to not give her a heart attack. Peter pulled at his apartment door for one last time, making sure it was locked. He didn’t like the idea of intruders. He glanced at your door with a longing look, the silver brandished 6C sitting above the peephole. He made sure yours was locked, too. The last thing he’d want is for you to actually be in a murder mystery podcast. That thought made him feel sick.

His skateboard screeched under the rough sidewalk, and Peter wasn’t sure if he was headed the right direction. He could’ve used his web shooters, but then, he didn’t want to be seen in broad daylight without his suit. Halfway through his ride, Peter decided to take the subway for the rest of the time being.

The subway car wasn’t empty, nor claustrophobically full. He busied himself on his phone, adding new songs to his playlist mindlessly. Peter looked up, as his eyes squinted at the sight of the familiar figure rushing through the sliding doors. He recognized you then, when you turned to leverage yourself against one of the railings. Peter admired your side profile, which he knew most people hated that part of themselves. But yours was nice, and Peter admitted to liking nice things. Your hair was tousled, messy at the back from leaning back in your chair at the office. Your bangs were in the way of your face, so he couldn’t see your eyes nor the slope of your nose. He liked your outfit, a charcoal-colored wooly coat with a fitted turtleneck beneath.

Snap out of it.

Peter quickly turned his back when you glanced up from your phone, turning away from you so that he wouldn’t have to deal with an awkward encounter. He didn’t want you to accuse him of following you. Because he wasn’t. He was simply strolling around, and you happened to be in the same subway route as him. For the remainder of the ride, Peter kept his back to you, hoping you wouldn’t see him.

He sighed in dismay when he realized you were getting off at the same location as him, and he hung back for a few minutes to watch you leave as the silver doors slid open. He doesn’t lose you in the crowd of commuters, eyes on your back the whole time.

But a shiver traveled up his spine and to the nape of his neck, where the blondish hairs stood up in his shudder. He instantly left, following you out. That was when he saw the blue-hooded teenager, trailing closely behind you and your backpack. Peter doesn’t wait one second before he tears the guy off you. He pushed him roughly to the side, and Peter doesn’t give one fuck when you turn with a gasp.

“Dude, come on.” Peter scolded the kid. “Really? You're gonna disturb this pretty lady minding her business?” He held out his palm. “Go on, kid. Hand it over.” You curse when the boy pulls out your wallet, and you send him a sharp glare.

The teenager’s body language reeked of embarrassment that he had been caught. You watched in concern as the boy begged Peter not to turn him into the police. Uncertainty flashed over his features as he thought, then with a wave of his hand, and an exasperated sigh, Peter sent the boy off. Your neighbor silently handed over the leather wallet to you, fingertips brushing against yours.

“Thank you.”

Peter smiled pridefully. Neither of you broke eye contact. The air was thick.

He cleared his throat loudly, “I understand if this seems a bit weird.” He winced. “Me, being here in the same station as you. I-I promise I’m not a stalker. Like, I literally was just gonna go thrifting and maybe feed the birds-”

“I saw you in the subway, you know.” You shifted on your feet, pointing your thumb over your shoulder with a cheshire grin. “Ogling me, Peter. Really?”

“I…” Fuck. “I wasn’t ogling you. I didn’t wanna be awkward and say hi and… I was just trying to avoid this exact conversation. You see? You don’t understand how awkward this is and my reputation as your neighbor… well, I have to uphold that.”

“Well, Peter Parker,” You slid the wallet into the pocket of your coat, being careful about its whereabouts now. You hold your fist out to him, and he bumped it, “I think your ‘neighbor reputation’ is pretty high considering you stopped me from getting my wallet stolen.” It was impressive, you had to admit. Peter was able to stop it at the perfect time. You didn’t question it any further. “All jokes aside…” Your eyes met him with sincere gratitude. “Thank you, truly. I would’ve had a breakdown if I lost my wallet before even getting my second coffee for the day.”

Peter hummed, muttering something along the lines of ‘don’t worry about it.’ There was an unwavering feeling between you two, similar to the one you gave him when first introduced himself.

It felt like you were studying him. He can’t help but wonder why you were standing so far apart from each other.

“I think I owe you a coffee.” You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your gaze flickered with worry. “Unless you have somewhere to be? I don’t wanna keep you.”

“Oh! Look, I… you don’t have to.” He shrugs, hands playing with the threads inside his hoodie’s pockets.

Peter’s taken aback by the invitation. Not because it was coming from you, but because it had been quite a while since he hung out with anyone. (Aunt May didn’t count). He didn’t want to reject it, not wanting to give the impression he didn’t like you. Yet, Peter was nervous that he’d say too much about himself and scare you off, or that even your wits would catch onto his secret identity.

Peter was a hesitant person. You figured that from the day you met. You weren’t sure where his hesitation stemmed from, considering he was pretty easy to hold a conversation with and carried himself well. Doubtful, you suddenly thought that maybe he felt pressured to be around you.

“If you wanna say no, that’s okay. I completely get it.”

His brown eyes widened as his lips parted. “I mean, if you want me to come.”

“Do you wanna come?”

He blushed. Your soft voice suddenly made him feel shy, and the spoken words pulled his mind into the gutter. He pushed the invasive thought away. Peter rubbed his shoulder, meeting your stare through his lashes. “Of course, Y/N.”

You swear that Peter glanced at your lips for a split second. And he dreaded how that cocky smirk formed on your face.

“Was hoping you’d say no and I could send you on your way, but okay, I guess.” You teased, lightly pushing the tall boy who swayed at the touch.

You made casual small talk, with a tinge of awkwardness. You’d asked him if he moved in for any particular reason. Peter bluffed, saying he liked this part of New York better.

In reality, he wanted to avoid anywhere Gwen had been when she was alive.

He still felt guilty, but the distance kept him at bay. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be near Gwen’s memory, because he did, so fucking desperately. He wanted to touch everything she touched last and he wanted to bask in the love she left behind in their old apartment. Peter told his therapist he was moving on, and found a place.

To which his therapist replied bluntly, ‘Are you sure living alone would be good for you?’

No, he wasn’t.

But his new neighbor made it easier, at least.

Peter grabbed the two steaming coffee cups from the counter, hissing as he jogged back to your table outside. You thanked him quietly, cupping your hands around the beverage. They felt warm against your striped gloves, and Peter mirrored the gesture. He could see your breath puff into the air as you exhaled.

“You never finished your story, Y/N.” He took a bite of the bagel in front of him. You mumbled confusion at the question. “Hm, the one about why you moved to New York?”

“Ah,” You sipped your coffee, wincing at the temperature. “Kinda just got stranded here, really. I was from the west coast originally.” You looked away. “Had some family down here and it was easier to stay. Luckily, I like it. Been here since I was nineteen.”

Had. Peter doesn’t push his luck. Your words were rushed, yet sounded rehearsed. Almost as if you’d been saying that story forever.

He changed the subject.

“So, Spider-Man?” Peter leaned forward on his forearms. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you took it as curiosity.

Nosy.

“Mm, yeah. What about him?” You quirked a brow. You easily understood Peter’s interest. Maybe he was just like you and adored the hero himself. Or maybe he thought it was odd, and one of those douchebags who didn’t believe writing could be a job. Writing about Spider-Man, for that matter.

“What made you wanna write about him?”

What made you want to write about me?

“He’s a superhero. Why wouldn’t I?” You spoke, as if it was such an obvious answer. Peter didn’t get it. “I guess, it’s refreshing. You know, like… writing about someone who gets to live this - this different life. Spider-Man isn’t just some guy, at the end of the day. He’s the good amongst a world of bad. And I think that should be honored, whether it be through my shitty writing, or, or just anything.” Peter stared at you with all of his attention, hanging onto every word you uttered. You continued quietly with newfound grace and wisdom, “I owe Spider-Man a lot, Pete. The least I could do is throw him a couple compliments.”

The good amongst a world of bad.

Peter wanted to believe you. It made him feel good about that side of him.

“I just wish he could do more.” He added, resting his chin in his palm. He doesn’t elaborate, leaving the statement at your feet. His voice faltered slightly.

“Sometimes I think he does too much.” You winced visibly. “He’s human. I can’t imagine having that weight of - of the world on his shoulders.” You giggled to yourself. “Plus, he’s kinda hot.”

Peter nearly spat his coffee out. Yes, you weren’t directly calling him hot, but nonetheless, the suit and the body beneath it still belonged to him. “H-hot?”

“Like in a mysterious, brooding kind of way. Have you seen those muscles? You can’t tell me he isn’t hot under that suit. I refuse to believe that.”

“Okay, and if he’s some fifty-year old guy? What then?”

“Um, then Spider-Man is a DILF? Hello?” You scoff, a smile threatening to spread across your cheeks.

He wished he could laugh hysterically. He wished he could just come out and tell you, just to see the look on your face.

He wished it was easy to carry the burden of his secret.

Peter swore on his fucking life that he wouldn’t ever tell another soul again. He knew the excuse was ran-through, that telling people he was Spider-Man would put a target over their back. Everywhere Spider-Man went, ruin and death followed. Anyone who even knew of Peter was already in danger. But it was true, and he experienced it firsthand many times. He didn’t want to attend another funeral as a result of his recklessness. Ever. He’d rather dig a grave for himself and write his own self-deprecating eulogy. Peter’s greatest fear was loss, and the loneliness that came with it. It haunted him and stabbed icicles into his spine till he was immobilized. The weeks, the months, and the years he experienced without Gwen were torture. He’d see her ghost in the moonlight, and he would send a silent prayer to whatever cruel God there was, hoping that Gwen had forgiven him for his failures.

There were nights where Peter wanted to lock his suit in an old closet and never wear it again. But the world was a dark place, and needed him just as he needed Spider-Man to cope. Peter adored how you viewed Spider-Man. It was like talking to a child about their favorite things, and you spoke of the arachnid with bright, beautiful eyes and jittery hands.

He wished you were right - about him being a good guy. But he wasn’t, not really. When Gwen died, he was blinded by anger and pain. How could he value life when the person that gave him hope was gone? So, he stopped pulling his punches. He took life, after life, and sure, those lives belonged to criminals - but Peter was no God and had no right to take what wasn’t his when everyone deserves a second chance.

He deserved a second chance.

He finally confronted his anger on the night of Gwen’s fifth death anniversary. Peter hadn’t cried that hard in ages, and he tore at his own suit with balled fists till he was breathless.

Breathless.

Now, he was breathless by the time you raced him and made it to the top of the stairs at the apartment complex. You exchanged boisterous laughs, shushing each other in hopes of not being a disturbance to the fellow tenants. Peter admired the way your grin stretched across your face, how carefree and relaxed you looked.

You rounded the railing of the stairway together before that smile drained from your eyes.

The hair on Peter’s arms tickled him. And the sight loomed over his head.

There was red spray paint dripping all over your previously pristine apartment door. The 6C was drenched in a bloody color, and you felt your throat tighten with a mix of anger and fear. The Daily Bugle lay in shredded pieces at the foot of your welcome mat, and this edition of your Spider-Man article had burnt, black edges to it.

Peter mumbled a string of curse words, picking the paper shreds up from the ground. Your eyes widened as his hand twisted around the untouched doorknob with unusual force, and you both sighed in relief that it remained locked.

Mood killer.

“I think someone took your Spider-Man article the wrong way, Y/N.” Peter grumbled, touching the wet spray paint with his fingertips. It was fresh, whoever had done this was just here.

“Wow, my first ever hater.” You joked in hopes of settling down your nerves. “Or perhaps, a secret admirer.”

“Roses would’ve been more practical, don’t you think?” There’s a bit of poison in his words. They feel sharp. Pointed.

In honesty, Peter would’ve laughed at your comments, had the situation been any different. But, he doesn’t. In fact, his heart raced at the thought of someone coming after you because of your job - the job dedicated to his double life. The city was full of Spider-Man fans, but it also had plenty of dedicated Spider-Man enemies. You were at risk now, and there was a target on your back for whatever articles you’d been writing about him. Peter sensed your heartbeat pounding in your chest. He wanted to assure you that he’d protect you, and that you’d have nothing to worry about because hell, Spider-Man lived right next to you.

Yet, he couldn’t promise anything to you. But he promised himself he’d keep an eye out from now on - not that he hadn’t been doing so already from the moment you met.

“Peter? Are you okay?” Your fingers reached out to touch him, but he moved quickly, eyes darting around the hallways.

“No, sorry… I’m just…” You wanted him to look at you. But his eyes were like bullets, bouncing around the walls and windows and gazing down the stairwell. He was alert, like a dog. He turned to you. Was his hand reaching for yours? Peter’s voice was stern, laced with worry. “What if you stayed with me tonight?”

The suggestion came so sudden. You considered it, but you didn’t want to disturb Peter and the damage wasn’t too big of a deal.

“Peter, I don’t wanna be a burden. You should be relaxing, it’s my mess.” He huffed. It made you irritated. “You’re not the one with a vandalized door - I am. And plus, it’s just the door. It’ll come off. My apartment is locked, it was locked before I left, okay? I appreciate you being concerned.” Peter placed his hands on his hips as he began to stress out. “Would you mind coming with me to check inside?”

“You can stay out here, I’ll check.” He made a gesture for you to hand over the keys. But you pulled back, holding it behind you.

“I’m going with you.” He groaned.

“And if someone is inside?”

“Then we kick their ass.”

Peter wanted to push you down the stairs and make you wait in the lobby. Better yet, throw you into a taxi and send you anywhere but here. You were being stubborn, and for a moment, he pictures Gwen laughing at him. Has he finally met someone as stubborn as him? If that was the case, he realized how difficult it was to deal with.

“No, Y/N. Absolutely not. Just wait out here, please?” You raised the keys over your head as if Peter wasn’t taller than you and could easily reach it. Your hands zig-zagged as he tried to grab them, and he embarrassingly missed each time.

At some point, Peter had you backed up against the stairway railing as you childishly hid the keys behind your back. Gulping awkwardly, you realized how close he was and how his scent enveloped you - vanilla and fresh laundry. You made the mistake of looking up at him, to which he cleared his throat while you watched the muscles of his jaw flex. His gaze followed the movement of your neck as you gulped.

“Y/N, can you just give me the keys? Please?” His outstretched palm awaited, and you timidly surrendered them with an annoyed huff after breaking eye contact. The corner of his lips pulled up briefly - he enjoyed your look of irritation.

Your arms wrapped around the front of your chest as you watched him enter the apartment. You walked to stand in the doorway with quiet steps, but Peter instantly shook his head at you from his place in the living room.

It was odd to see him in the darkness of your apartment, but it almost seemed like he belonged there - in the mess of blankets on your couch, sifting through the stacks of antique books by the snake plant in the corner, or eating breakfast on the barstools by your kitchen counter.

You liked seeing him in the space you built. The way he moved around with grace and such silence, almost as if he was hunting an animal. His steps were calculated but fast with purpose. You were upset at how he heard every change in your movement - even the swishing of your coat against your pants.

Maybe he did hear your breaths through the wall. Maybe he heard every thought, every time you’d think of him - not that you were doing it willingly, but because Peter pestered you and was your neighbor so, of course, you’d think about him. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

He disappeared into the bathroom and you immediately followed behind, but turned into the hallway of your bedroom. You peered into the room, letting the door open itself with a light push from your fingertips. You didn’t see anything but the mess of white sheets on your bed, and the stack of laundry baskets in your closet that never shut properly.

“Peter? I think we’re good…” You turned to call out to the boy, but yelped loudly as your body collided with something - no, someone - warm. Hands came to steady you as your wrists shot up to protect your face.

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Peter’s hurried whisper came to comfort you. His grip was tight on your arms, steadying you before you could fall. He heard the sudden change of pace in your heartbeat. “Didn’t I tell you to stay in the hall, Y/N?”

His breath fanned over your face, and he matched the rise and fall of your chest. The scene would have appeared intimate from an outside perspective. Two strangers speaking softly to one another in the middle of a dark hallway, illuminated by nothing but the kitchen light and accompanied by the sounds of a record player from upstairs. Peter’s firm hands hadn’t left your frame, wrapped around your elbows as he fought to draw mindless shapes on your skin out of instinct. His bright eyes were wide with concern, as creases formed on his forehead.

His fingers dug into you. Peter didn’t wanna let go, and for a moment, he got lost in your irises.

Your mouth felt dry. “Y-Yeah.” You shared another look before he removed his grip from you, and you smoothed down the front of your coat. Everything was cold again as you stepped away from each other. You could no longer feel the heat radiate from Peter’s body, or the weight of his hands on you. “I didn’t wanna leave you alone in here. Just in case.”

You heard the exasperated exhale leave him, whistling between his lips. “You should’ve stayed put. If something happened in here, I would’ve handled it. I’d be fine.”

You hissed. Why wasn’t he understanding? “If someone was in here, you could’ve gotten hurt. You’re not invincible, Peter. It wouldn’t have been fine. And it would’ve been my fault.”

Nothing could ever be your fault, he wanted to say to you.

He nodded. You were mad at him. It’s quiet for a little longer before he responded. “Well, it’s empty.” Tense. Peter doesn’t know why but every time you and him talk, it starts out fine until you’re back to square one of whatever awkward tension this is. Everytime you warmed up to each other, it passed. Was he saying the wrong things? He glanced at your window. “You’re sure you’re gonna be okay here?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, Peter.” You started to follow him to your door, not paying mind to how much slower his steps became. You’re sure but he isn’t. What if he failed to sense an intruder? Was he definitive that he checked every possible hiding spot? Would he be okay falling asleep tonight knowing that someone knew where you lived? Knew who you were and what you wrote about?

No, he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

He stopped in his tracks, nearly causing you to bump into the expanse of his back. “Ah, do you - do you, uh, have my number?” He gestured at your phone, ignoring the way it lit up to show the lockscreen of you and some guy.

Boyfriend? Best friend? Brother? You didn’t look alike at all. Peter felt a bit jealous, then shameful, until he realized there was nothing to feel ashamed about. He was just being neighborly with his neighbor, who was nothing but a neighbor. You were borderline friends, that’s it. It wasn’t like he was messing around with you, just protective.

He was like that with everyone.

“Your number?” There’s an amused twang in your voice as your nose scrunches up.

“Mhm, for emergencies. In case I’m not home.” He stated nonchalantly. You handed him your phone, crossing your arms smugly as he typed in his digits. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

“I’m not. Just don’t go sharing my number with my secret admirer. I’m already a wanted woman.”

Peter’s face fell. “Tsk, not funny.” He gave back the phone. “Stay safe, okay?”

“Thank you for looking out for me, Pete.” You toyed with the collar of your turtleneck. He immediately flashed a bashful smile, and you returned it. You shook it off quickly, replacing it with the snarky façade that you loved to use on him, “If I die tonight, I’ll be sure you get to partake in a eulogy.”

“Y/N, I swear to God. You think you’re so fun-“ Peter’s mouth hung wide open as you shut the door on him. Your giggles echoed. “Unbelievable, this woman.”

Peter threw himself onto the sofa by the time he was inside his place. He had changed into his pajamas, letting the one-size-too-big sweatpants hang low from his hips. He let himself close his eyes, humming the tune he heard from the record player upstairs. His apartment was messy, despite the lack of furniture and interior designing. The walls were beige and bare except for his highschool diploma and the pictures with Aunt May. The TV console was filled with old CDs and movies, stacked inside its cabinets were an array of games and a dead Nintendo Switch. (Peter had only bought it to play Animal Crossing - he understood the hype now). There’s a few Spider-Man trinkets hidden in plain sight: a bobblehead in the middle of the shelf on the right of his front door, a coffee mug on the counter, clippings from your articles he’d collected recently wedged between pages of literature as bookmarks, a Spider-Man themed calendar stuck to the side of his refrigerator with a cobweb magnet. The apartment was dim with orange light, but Peter found it to be cozy on colder nights when the heater would break. There’s a pair of earbuds in almost every corner of the home, usually tangled or wires broken from anxious twirling on Peter’s end.

His phone vibrated atop of the wood coffee table. He reached over, glaring at the notification with furrowed brows. Unknown number.

just wanted to lyk im still alive :D - y/n

Peter chuckled without thought, not waiting to text back.

If there was a bounty over your head I would’ve turned you in by now.

what a gentleman!!!

He saved your number, fingertips hovering over the keyboard as he thought of a contact name. He laughed when he finally decided.

BTW, I have the best contact name for u.

He swiped down on the text notification from Mosquito, cracking up at the accompanying insect emoji by the name.

lol better than the one i gave you?

Your message came with a screenshot, and Peter felt fuzzy hearing your contagious laughter through the wall.

You named him Pest with a rat emoji. He huffed in amusement at that, sending a picture of himself with his middle finger up.

Copycat.

okay why mosquito?

Cause everytime you talk all I hear is buzzing in my ears and you never seem to get enough of me.

You left him on read. Peter lets the conversation be, busying himself with watering the only living plant in his apartment. The phone vibrated.

pest bc like the rats in new york, i happen to see you everywhere (especially in subways) and i can hear you in my walls

full offense fyi

He had to confess that you were possibly funnier than him. He doesn’t tell you outwardly, not wanting to inflate that balloon of an ego you already had.

Ouch, that’s a good one.

Once more, Peter noticed that you saw the message. You don’t respond again after. He figured at first you fell asleep, but he easily heard the water running and the clinking of unwashed dishes. There was a small smile that lingered on your face, not paying mind to how the dish soap rid up your elbows. But your messages with Peter bubbled in your mind, how the banter flowed so smoothly between the two of you. Nothing seemed forced, nor superficial.

It reminded you of simpler days.

It was good to have someone to talk to, even though Peter was an annoyance sometimes and stubborn to the core. He could say the same about you.

Peter and you were acquainted, but not friends.

He thought otherwise, as he called Aunt May over the phone to let her know he was adjusting. He told her about the cool but hot-headed neighbor next door, and Aunt May teased him about you. We’re just friends, he told her. She asked him if he really believed that, or if he was just trying to convince himself that he wasn’t growing a crush. In retaliation, he explained that twenty-something-year-old’s are incapable of having such a thing. Crushes belonged in high school. He wasn’t a kid anymore. Aunt May goes on about ‘But in my generation…’ and Peter listened intently, finding himself quickly missing her motherly presence after their call.

Peter recalled that encounter in the hall to your bedroom, how he could hear the blood pumping in your veins, how your breath hitched and how you made his voice falter at the slightest of things, how close you stood to him and how your subtle perfume settled on his jacket by the time he left. He memorized how the kitchen light casted shadows over your face and how the strand of hair in front of your forehead bothered him, but he was too anxious to do anything about it. He contemplated the way you trusted him so easily, if you felt safer with him in the apartment.

Did he make you feel safe?

But then Peter remembered that shade of red on your door and he pushed down those thoughts of you, refusing to entertain any ideas.

He put on his Spider-Man suit and quickly went out the window once he heard your footsteps retreat to what he figured was your bedroom. Nightly patrol consisted of the usual criminals - drug deals, kidnappings, car chases. Peter hated to say it, but he was bored tonight.

It was past one when he decided to swing to the top of the Empire State Building, perching at the top after collecting the extra backpack he had kept webbed under the metal beams. There’s a polaroid camera, a bag of potato chips, some back-up web shooters, and a torn sweatshirt he had gotten from an old trip to Washington D.C. He carefully took the camera, fingers sweetly running over the rim of the lens before he pointed it at himself and shot up a peace sign. Gwen had given it to him as part of their graduation gift. Peter was surprised it was still even working, and snapped a few more novelty photos before he let them develop inside the darkness of the backpack. His muscles felt sore, and there was a small bloody gash along the plane of his back. It was a surface wound from colliding with a ladder, but it would heal later since he wasn’t hurt too badly. The purpling bruises on his face were soothed by the chilly NYC breeze - he hadn’t realized people still owned brass knuckles to this day. They hurt like a bitch.

Once Peter didn't hear a single police siren, he cautiously swung back home, taking the backpack with him. He’d need to refill on snacks again. He gracefully hopped onto the edge of the fire escape railing, coming to a crouched perch as he landed next to a stray tabby cat that mimicked his posture.

“What are you doing here?” He cooed at the animal, gently petting its head. It leaned into his touch, and tenderly licked at his gloved hands with closed, satisfied eyes. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you? Are you hungry?”

The cat meowed and Peter shushed it, afraid that the mewling would draw the attention of his next-door neighbor. Peter took out the leftover chips from his backpack, holding out the smaller pieces for the stray.

“It’s not much, but it gets me by.” He whispered, lips pulling into a smile as the cat trusted him. “Not my favorite flavor, though. I think you’d like the cheddar ones better.”

It meowed at him one last time before it hopped across to your side of the fire escape and vanished down the metal staircase to the floor below. Peter loved cats, especially the stray ones. He would make a couple pets along patrol sometimes. He moved to put the chips back into his bag, before his fingers bumped against the polaroids from earlier.

They had developed well, the red of his suit was muted yet glowed from the flash. The location was unrecognizable - except for the black night sky behind him and the skyscrapers that appeared like toothpicks.

With deep thought, he glanced at your window, then very carefully crawled on the wall towards it. When you had explained your job, he remembered that you mentioned something along the lines of Spider-Man photos and how he never took selfies. Peter remembered frowning at that because he did take selfies. Cool ones, at that.

Spider-Man expertly webbed the collection of polaroids to the glass with the hope of you waking up to a surprise the next morning.

It amused him. Okay, maybe it was a bad idea. You were already linked to Spider-Man just by writing about him, and leaving such personal photos of himself when you were already under fire shouldn’t even have happened. But, God, did he want to hear - and see - your reaction, to see that innocent happiness in your smile and the blushing on your cheeks because you theorized that Spidey was attractive.

However, he couldn’t risk it. As much as he wanted to make your day, he would much rather have you alive and well. Peter was about to guiltily backtrack and take the photos back, until the cat re-emerged and approached him. It scowled at him for more food, before taking its place on the ledge of your windowsill. It was blocking the photos, and his face turned sour in frustration.

“Move.” He raised his brows at the cat as if it could see his facial expression under the mask. “Now. Shoo!” He tried to scare the cat away, but it remained, even pawing at Peter in an effort to scratch him. “Get out!”

It was almost as if the cat was talking, because it wouldn’t stop meowing and it really wouldn’t stop trying to scratch him. What did he do to deserve this? The animal’s pitch grew louder and louder, and he swore that it would wake up the whole street had he not quickly snatched it, and stuck it under his arm.

The lamp in your living room switched on. Impeccable timing, he thought with a string of curses leaving him. Peter immediately swung off and stuck himself to the wall above your window so that he was out of sight, holding the cat in a tight cradle.

“What the fuck…” You muttered in a sleepy haze, rubbing your eyes slowly as you looked around the apartment. Were you imagining things? The room appeared untouched and you double-checked the lock of your door, but you swore that you heard some sort of animal and cooing and a voice. It was probably just sleep deprivation. You shuffled to turn the lamp off again, but your eyes flickered to the object taped - wait, webbed - to your window. Your movements were rushed and clumsy as you pulled it halfway up, leaving enough room for your hand to rip it off the sticky surface.

You gasped as you rummaged through an assortment of polaroid pictures, the hues of red and blue blotting your vision. Your hand clasped over your mouth, and you looked out the window before shutting it. Peter let out a shaky breath in relief, shooting a pointed glare at the cat.

Spider-Man? Was this real?

“Holy fucking shit.”

Peter was halfway through a yawn when his front door banged loudly. Eight consecutive knocks. The brunette had barely taken a sip of his chamomile tea, having read somewhere in his Google search that it was good for him. He paid no mind, thinking that it was a pizza delivery at the wrong door. Wait, pizza? At nine in the morning? His phone chimed loudly, causing him to jump in sudden surprise. His mug nearly tipped over, but his hands were quick to catch it as a result of heightened senses.

hi good morning

His eyebrows furrowed at the text from you. So, you were sending good morning texts now?

open your door pls and ty

Peter scoffed. No, he wasn’t excited at the idea of you leaving texts for him to wake up to after a long night. He just thought… Well, Peter didn’t know what he thought. His head poked out from the crack of his door as he opened it, and your eyes skimmed over the leftover shaving cream under his chin. Oh, cute. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, not knowing that you had awakened the neighbor. To be fair, you knew he was up early by his heavy footsteps and the soft hymn from his TV. Should you come back another time?

“Hi.” You said shortly, hands interlocked in front of you. Your head tilted. “Did I wake you?”

Peter shook his head, lips parting and closing as he struggled to find words. You were wearing a long shirt - one that didn’t belong to you, he could tell because it was oversized and it didn’t smell like you at all - and running shorts.

“No, uh, not at all.” He responded, voice wracked with sleep. You weren’t convinced. He tossed and turned all night, worried about those polaroids. Peter went so far to even check your window once more, hoping that maybe it was a fever dream and you had never grabbed them in the first place. But to his dismay, you had because they were gone and his webs were dissolving in the morning sun. He ended up getting mad at himself, because not only was he being reckless, he was putting you further into the spotlight.

“Can I show you something?” You whispered, gesturing to your apartment. Peter nodded, following you after locking his door.

The messy-haired boy was able to see your place better in the light. It appeared as if you had cleaned up, because the stack of books by the snake plant was no longer there, and the blankets on your brown leather couch were neatly folded. The living room looked lively, compared to his. There were picture frames on the shelves above your TV, and he noticed the same screensaver on your phone inside one of the frames. He sees then, a picture of a younger version of you and your parents, and for a moment, he thought he recognized them. Deja vu, maybe. There were awards and a college degree on the topmost shelf - like him, you pride yourself in your academics. Opposite the wall from the TV was a corkboard with several grocery lists pinned to it. Your fridge was littered with alphabet magnets (the ones that toddler’s would play with), and he had to stifle a laugh at the words ‘Fuckass’ spelled out in rainbow letters.

But your circle-shaped dining table was like a slap in the face to him. The Spider-Man polaroids were spread out across the wood, and Peter took a sharp intake of breath as you pulled him towards them.

“Um, what’s this?” He acted clueless, picking up a personal favorite of his.

“I… I don’t know, but I woke up like halfway through the night and - and these were just on my window.” A grin followed your words. “Peter, I think Spider-Man left them for me himself. Like, he wanted me to have them. Like… like he trusted me, or something. Do you think he reads my articles? Why would he just leave them there? What were they for? Why my window? I heard he was doing patrols in… in the area. What if it was an accident? I should give them back. They were just there, Pete.” You rambled, chest heaving by the time you finished spilling your thoughts.

Peter swooned at your excitement and the fact that you wanted to return them, but he hardened his expression and shook his head at you. “Are you sure this is actually him?” Maybe he could defuse this, maybe you could forget about it and he could continue on his day. You flicked the back of his neck. “Ow! What the hell?”

“Are you seriously gaslighting me right now?”

“I’m not - I’m not gaslighting you, Y/N.” He gave in. Peter decided it was no use to feed white lies to you, knowing that you were smarter than most and that you wouldn’t believe him anyways. “Okay, so if this is him… and I’m not saying it isn’t him… what are you gonna do now? Isn’t it - isn’t it weird that he left these?”

“Of course it’s weird, Peter.” You took the polaroid from him with a stressed sigh, running your thumb over the glossy picture. “What do you think I should do?”

Peter ran a hand through his hair, shrugging as he sat on the couch. If he was more careful, he wouldn’t have had to deal with this. But it would be fine, he’d figure it out. Somehow.

“I don’t know. Publish it? Given that you were almost sent a death threat, Y/N.”

You paused from pacing around the room. You looked so immersed, so deep in thought, that Peter felt like he could leave and you wouldn’t notice at all.

“Wouldn’t that be an invasion of privacy?”

“Dude, you write articles about him all the time.” You were thinking of Spider-Man’s privacy, he thought to himself. It wasn’t everyday he heard that about the arachnid. Heck, It wasn’t everyday that someone treated him like a regular human being that just happened to kick ass for a living. “What difference would this make?”

Why were you acting like that?

“These aren’t my pictures… I-I can’t publish these. I’m gonna give them back.”

Peter’s eyes bulged out of his head. “Wait, why?” You shrugged timidly. “How are you gonna do it?”

“Leave them where I found them, I guess. Maybe leave a note for the guy.”

A thump at your window drew both of yours’ and Peter’s attention. Your heads snapped to the sound, and you quickly brushed past Peter with long strides to check out the source of the noise. Your figure blocked Peter’s view as you bent over the windowsill, peering into the fire escape. His cheeks turned rosy, and he quickly looked away until you stood up straight.

The soft coos from your voice alarmed him, and as you turned with a lump of fur in your arms, he coughed loudly.

The tabby cat that threw him under the bus last night lay spoiled in your embrace, and you sang a chorus of ‘Aw, Peter, look!’ and ‘Hey, there, cutie…” that made Peter boil.

That fucking cat. Would Peter be sent to jail if he told you that he wanted to throw it out the window?

“Why do you look like that?” You piped up, drawing Peter out of his staring contest with the animal.

“Huh?” He sat up.

“Do you not like cats?”

“I do.” You waited for him to continue, his words were blunt and fast with no further explanation.

Your big eyes squinted at him as you petted the cat, exchanging a look with Peter as it purred under your touch. “Okay, and?”

The animal’s head rolled over to the side, and blinked at Peter with slanted eyes before it bared his teeth to him in a growl.

“Just not that one.”

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pparkerxbbarnes · 2 years

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TASM Oneshot!

Written in Y/N pov

Summary: This is set at a college frat party that your roommate drug you to, you find Peter and really hit it off with him.

Pairing: Peter Parker X F reader

Warnings: SMUT18+, car sex, handjob, some swearing/strong language, mostly fluff, mention of drugs and alcohol, mention of puke.

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"Come on, Y/N. We're going to be late!" My roommate yells, "Sorry, sorry." I say rushing out of the bathroom, "I couldn't find my earrings." She laughs, "Hopefully by the end of the night, you won't be worrying about your earrings." I roll my eyes, "I don't want to get drunk, Erin. I'm just going to make sure you're okay."

She sighs and looks at me, "You need this, Y/N. You need this night out. Okay. Have at least a few drinks with me?" I run a hand through my hair and nod, "A few. No more. You know how I get with alcohol."

She raises her eye brows and laughs, "Oh yeah, I've cleaned your puke off my shoes a couple of times already." I mock her laugh and grab my jacket, "At least I don't run away and slam shots as soon as we arrive, now let's go before I change my mind and stay in."

She mocks me and rolls her eyes, "I promise that won't happen this time!"

-.-.-.-.-

We walk up the steps to the frat house and wait in line to get in, "This is crazy, I want to go back." I whisper to Erin. She isn't even paying attention to me. She's too busy staring at all the college boys who won't give a shit about her in the morning.

"Come on, man. I know the leader of this frat." One guy starts yelling, "Get him out here, he'll tell you who I am." The person at the door shakes his head and pushes him aside. He waves us to come through and Erin grabs my arm, "Let's go." I sigh and follow her in. "Thank you." She says sweetly to the guy at the door.

The music is so loud I can feel the bass in my chest, "Oh my god." I mumble staring at the guys doing keg stands. I look over to the other side and there's people snorting coke,

"Animals." I look around and go to look back at Erin, but she's gone.

"Great." I pull out my phone to text her but some guy carrying another guy knocks into me, causing me to drop my phone. "Fuck." I go to bend down to get it but keep getting pushed around.

"Let me help you." I barely hear over the music. I stand up and look up to see a tall, brown haired boy. "Are you okay?" He tilts his head to look at me, "Hey, are you okay?"

I shake my head and blink a few times after realizing I was just staring at this random person, "Uh. Hi.. yeah. Yeah I'm okay, thank you." He nods and hands me my phone, "Thank you."

He smiles and nods, "You don't come to these much, do you?" I smile shyly and shake my head, "No. my roommate drug me here. I only came so I know she's okay."

He leans in, "Yeah I didn't catch anything you said." He yells, "Come with me." He places a hand on my back and leads me through the crowd of already overly intoxicated people. We go out back to the patio where it's a lot less crazy, "Would you like a drink?" He asks pointing to the kegs. I think for a second, "Yeah. Why not." He walks over and grabs us drinks and comes back, "Thank you." I say taking a sip.

"Peter." He says holding his hand out, "Parker. I'm Peter Parker."

I smile and shake his hand, "Y/N Y/L/N."

He smiles, "Nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N."

I smile, "Nice to meet you, "Peter Parker."

He smiles and points to the chairs, "Would you like to sit?" I nod and walk over. He sits a few inches from me and looks over at me, "So, tell me again. What brought you here?" I take another sip of my drink, "My roommate. She drug me here, but I came to make sure she stays okay." He smiles slightly, "You guys must be close." I nod, "We became roommates freshman year and for the last two and a half years, we just became really close."

He nods, "That's really cool." I shrug, "she's like the sister I never had. Do you, uh. Do you go to school here?" He shakes his head, "I don't. My best friend, who is like a brother to me, also makes me come to these things every now and then."

I raise my eyebrows, "Oh, really?" He sighs, "Yeah, I kinda come for the same reason you do with your friend." I smile, "That's nice, though. A brother looking out for his brother."

He smiles and runs a hand through his hair, "I'm going to be honest, I'm usually really, really awkward when it comes to talking to girls."

I smile and tilt my head, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you're doing a very good job."

He blushes and bats the air, "Oh, stop it." I laugh and take another sip of my beer. "So Peter, are you from around here?" He shakes his head, "No actually, I'm from Queens."

My mouth drops, "No shit. I'm from Elmont, just a city over!" He turns towards me quickly, "Say it ain't so." I smile and nod, "Yes, Yes. I moved there with my mom when I was four, stayed there ever since." He shakes his head, "We'll I know for a fact that If I were to ever see you around, I would have definitely made a fool out of myself." I smirk, "Yeah, okay." He laughs, "It's true, Y/N." I look up at him and sigh, "you know, I came here expecting something so much different."

He leans back and props one of his legs on the other, "Oh really?" I nod, "Yeah, the last frat party Erin, my friend, took me to, I was pushing drunks away left and right." I laugh slightly, "You know they have no idea what personal space means." Peter laughs, "I've noticed that."

My phone starts ringing.

I grab it and see Erin's face on the screen.

I look at Peter, "It's Erin, I'm going to take this really quick." He nods and motions for me to answer. "Hey. What's up?" I say. "Where are you? I've been looking all over for you, Y/N." Erin yells. I'm barely able to hear her, "I'm out back, Erin. I'm out.." I sigh and repeat myself a little louder, "Out. Back."

The call ends and I shake my head and sigh, "Sorry about her. She ran off as soon as we got here." He nods, "No it's okay." I shift towards him and before I can say anything else, Erin bursts through the door with two other girls, "Oh my gosh. There you are!" She yells, clearly feeling the alcohol already, "Y/N!"

I sigh and look at Peter, "I'm so sorry." I mouth. He shrugs and smiles, "All good." He mouths back. "Erin, hey. Are you okay?" I say standing up to meet her. She stumbles to me and falls into me, "Whoa. How much have you had to drink already?" She laughs loudly, "I don't know, like 3."

The girls around her laugh, "More like 15." The one girl says, "15 shots of tequila."

My eyes widen and I sigh, "Erin. You know what tequila does to you. Come on, you need to sit down." She pushes me away and stands up, "No. I'm fi-" she looks at Peter, "Who are you?" She drunkenly bites her lip and stumbles over to him. He stands up and holds his hand out, "I'm Peter. Nice to me-" before he can finish introducing himself, she leans over and throws up. I rush over to her and hold her hair back.

I look up at Peter, "I'm so sorry." He sits back down and smiles at me, "It's fine." I put her hair into a ponytail and rub her shoulders. "Why don't I get you home?" I ask her, "You are far too drunk to be here any longer." She whines, "But we just got here." I roll my eyes, "Yeah you should of thought about that 15 shots ago." I stand up and try to pull her up.

"Do you need a ride back?" Peter offers, "I don't mind at all." I sigh, "If you don't mind." I say placing a hand on his hand, "thank you." He smiles and nods, "Yeah, let me help you get her up."

Peter helps me get Erin up and she starts to cry, "No. i don't want to leave." I huff, "No. let's go." She whines the whole way to the car. "Please don't throw up in my car, that's all I ask." Peter says with a slight laugh. Erin groans as she lays in the backseat. I get up front and look over at him, "Thank you." He nods and smiles, "Anytime." He starts the car and points left to right, "Now where am I taking you guys?" I point left and give him the directions to our dormitory.

"Thank you, again." I say kissing him on the cheek. He smiles and nods, "Y-yeah, no problem, Y/N." I look back at Erin and back at Peter, "Don't go anywhere. Wait here."

He nods and smiles. "Come on, Erin. Let's go." She groans and whines as she climbs out of the back seat. "Don't throw up on me." I say throwing her arm over my shoulder. She nods and sluggishly walks with me.

I get her up to our room and I help her change. I lay her down and cover her up. I go to my makeup stand and look in the mirror, "Oh good lord, Y/N." I fluff my hair and sigh, "You look fine." I spray some perfume on me and turn around, "Are you going to be okay?" I ask Erin, "Hey." I walk over and find her sound asleep. I fix her blanket and go back down to Peter.

"Hey, again." He says as I get in the car, "Is she okay?" I smile and nod, "Yeah she's passed out safe and sound." He nods and looks over at me, "So what do you wanna do?" I shrug, "I'm kinda hungry. Want to go get food?" He nods and starts driving.

I don't know what it is but I feel a strong connection here.

A very strong connection.

We go through the drive through and go park in the empty parking lot across the street. "So.." I say taking a bite of my fries, "Do you live with anyone back home?" He shakes his head, "Just my Aunt May."

I nod, "I see, I see." He smiles, "I'm sorry if I'm being awkward, I just don't want to say the wrong thing and scare you off." I smile, "Like I said before, Peter. You're doing pretty good." He smiles and laughs, "Alright alright." I look over at him, admiring how cute he is, "Do you, uh. Do you have any hobbies?" He shrugs, "it's nothing special, but I like to take pictures of everything.."

I shake my head, "Nothing special? Peter, photography is so important, without it we wouldn't have pictures of the most beautiful things in life." He smiles and grabs his phone, "Here's just a couple I sent to myself.. nothing truly amazing." He swipes over a few photos and my mouth drops, "Peter. Don't ever tell me you aren't amazing at this." He shakes his head and laughs slightly and looks over at me, he tilts his head and sighs quietly. "What?" I say handing his phone back.

He shakes his head, "You're amazing." I blush and look away, "no.." he reaches over and grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand, "You really are."

I set my stuff in the bag and place it on the floor, returning my hand to his, "You know, Peter,” I shift towards him, “I never really met anyone like you before.."

He squeezes my hand, "I can honestly say the same thing about you, Y/N." I smile and look at him. He leans in and places a hand on my cheek, "You're really beautiful." He whispers, "Is it okay if I kiss you?" My heart starts beating like a drum in my chest, I nod and smile, "Yes."

He smiles and leans in, placing his lips on mine.

I cup his face and kiss him back.

We quickly move into making out and it gets hotter and hotter.

He leans back a bit, "Are you okay with this?" He brushes hair out of my face and looks into my eyes, "Because if you're not w-" I cut him off by kissing him again, "Yes. I'm okay with this."

He nods and kisses me again. His hands move into my hair. His kisses trailing under my jaw and down my neck.

My breathing gets heavier and heavier and I look at him, "Are you okay with this?" I ask him. He nods, "Yeah, Y/N. Just as long as I see you again tomorrow."

I smile and nod, "Of course."

He nods towards the backseat and I nod, climbing back after him. He pulls me close to him with one arm and cups my face with the other, deepening the kiss. He slowly lifts me up and lays me down. He kisses down my neck and onto my chest, pushing up my dress.

I take a deep breath as he gently kisses my thigh, grabbing and squeezing as he does.

He looks up at me, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nod and smile, "Yes, Peter."

He nods and goes back to kissing my thigh, pulling down my panties. He leans up and takes them and his shirt fully off. I get up and sit on my knees, pulling him into a kiss. His hands go to my waist and I slide my hands down to his pants.

"Peter.." I whisper looking into his eyes,

"Take me please."

He nods and slightly smiles before kissing me again. I undo his pants and he helps push them down. He sits down and I climb onto of him.

I spit into my hand and reach down, grabbing ahold of his cock.

As I stroke him slowly, he grips my waist and his mouth drops open slightly,

"You like that?" I whisper quietly.

He nods and kisses me.

I slowly sit down on him and my head falls forward, resting my forehead on his. "Are you okay?" He whispers placing a hand on my head. I place my hands on his shoulders and lean back to look at him, "Yes." I whisper, "More then okay." He smiles and wraps an arm around my back.

I slowly start to move my hips and grip his shoulders tightly. He cups my face with his hand and tilts my head up, looking into my eyes.

"You feel so good, Y/N." He groans tightening his arm on my waist.

I lean down and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I grab his hair and pull slightly, "Mm." I moan lowly. He lays me down on my back and gets on top of me.

He slowly inserts himself into me again and starts thrusting. I arch my back and wrap a leg around his waist.

The eye contact we make drives me insane,

"Y/N.." Peter moans quietly over and over again into my neck. I kiss him and run my hands through his hair. "I'm close, Peter."

He nods and slides a hand up my side, "Does that feel okay?"

I nod and gasp, "Yes, Peter.. yes.."

He kisses my neck and reaches up to interlock his fingers with mine.

He starts to slightly pick up his thrusting pace. "Mm," he groans. I squeeze his hand and use my other hand to claw at his shoulder.

I arch my back and moan as I clench, cum all over him. He lets go of my hand and grips my hips, finishing for himself, too.

Breathing heavy, I look up at him as he hovers over me, "You are most definitely amazing, Y/N."

I smile and lean up to kiss him. He gets off of me and we get cleaned up, "I really would like to see you tomorrow.." he says putting his shirt on.

I smile, "What we're you thinking?"

He shrugs, "I know of this great restaurant downtown.. if you're up for it." I sit back and rest my head on his shoulder, "I like lunch." I turn my head to look at him, "And I really like you so it's a date."

He smiles and kisses my forehead, "Deal."

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Thank you for reading - sorry if it’s not the best, I promise I have better ones in the works - If you would, go check out my oneshot on wattpad - MarvelOneshotss - and the trailer and other edits on my TikTok - SebastianStansBitchhh

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marvelousell · 4 years

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Marvelousell’s Masterlist

Hello everyone, so I finally made a masterlist where you can find all my work! I hope you all enjoy reading the fics as much as I enjoyed writing them! ❤️

Add yourself to my tag list

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Key:

💦 = smut

⚡️ = angst

🌸 = fluff

✨ = personal favourite

🌪 = s+a+f

If there’s a ** next to a work it means that the writing is about the actor’s character that they’ve played (e.g Peter Parker)

Updated 07/19/20

One-shots

Please, love 💦 ⚡️

↳ Summary: The reader is not ready for her first time with Tom, but they still have some fun together

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Hold me ⚡️🌸

↳ Summary: The reader has a physical abusement past that Tom doesn’t know about. During a heated argument with Tom you can’t help but remember every bad moment from the past

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Kiss it better 🌪

↳ Summary: After a long and stressful day at work, Tom let his anger out on you during sex. Tom feels sorry after it, showing you how much he cares

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Dear princess 🌸 **

↳ Summary: Peter dating an Asgardian princess, sister of Thor and Loki

↳ Pairing: Peter Parker x Odinson!sister

Long days 💦

↳ Summary: Lockdown can be pretty boring, but your roommate Tom can make everything more enjoyable

↳ Pairing: Roommate!Tom x Female reader

Help me out 💦 🌸 ✨

↳ Summary: Mob!Tom shows you who you belong to after putting a show for him with a not so typical interrogation

↳ Pairings: Mob!Tom x Mob!reader, Mob!Seb x Mob!reader

Coconut & Vanilla evenings 💦 🌸

↳ Summary: An evening massage session with Tom leads to slow and sensual sex

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

New girl ⚡️ 🌸

↳ Summary: CEO!Tom defends the new intern that caught his eye in his company

↳ Pairing: CEO!Tom x Intern!reader

Blurbs

Birthday vacay 💦

↳ Summary: Tom surprises you with a vacation for your birthday to Guadeloupe and you show him how thankful you really are

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Scotch & Mint 💦

↳ Summary: CEO!Tom finally makes a move on his favourite coworker showing her how insane she makes him feel

↳ Pairing: CEO!Tom x Female reader

Bubble bath & kisses 🌸

↳ Summary: After an exhausting day Tom comes home to you that can only make him feel relaxed, the bubble bath was just a bonus

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

My little Spanish girl 💦 **

↳ Summary: Peter loves to hear you speak Spanish during sex

↳ Pairing: Peter Parker x Spanish!reader

Can we? Pt 2. ⚡️

↳ Summary: After sharing the news with your boyfriend, both of you are in a situation where you need to figure out what you want and need in your life

↳ Pairing: Tom x Pregnant!reader

Headcanons

Let me see them 💦

↳ Summary: Tom reacting to your surprise aka your new nipple piercings

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Series

The Agreement 🌪 [ongoing]

Pt 1. // Pt 2. // Pt 3. // Pt 4. // Pt 5. // Pt 6. // Pt 7. // Pt 8. // Pt 9. // Pt 10. // Pt 11. // Pt 12. // Pt 13. // Pt 14. // Pt 15.

↳ Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them

↳ Pairings: Frat Boy!Fwb!Tom x Female reader, Frat Boy!Harrison x Female reader

One-shots

Surprises 💦

↳ Summary: The sexy photoshoot of yours that was a surprise for Sebastian caught the attention of his colleagues, making Sebastian jealous

↳ Pairing: Sebastian x Model!reader

Help me out 💦 🌸 ✨

↳ Summary: Mob!Tom shows you who you belong to after putting a show for him with a not so typical interrogation

↳ Pairings: Mob!Tom x Mob!reader, Mob!Seb x Mob!reader

Solutions 💦

↳ Summary: After you couldn’t find the book you needed for your assignment your Literature Professor helps you out with it and with something more

↳ Pairing: Professor!Seb x Student!reader

Blurbs

Tell me about your day 💦 🌸 ✨

↳ Summary: Cockwarming with Sebastian after a long day at work

↳ Pairing: Mob!Seb x Female reader

Be a good doll 💦

↳ Summary: Jealous Sebastian and spanking

↳ Pairing: Sebastian x Female reader

Headcanons

Curiosity killed the cat 💦

↳ Summary: Jealous sex with Mob!Seb

↳ Pairing: Mob!Seb x Female Reader

One-shots

Green with envy 💦 ✨

↳ Summary: Being close to both Henry and Chris, your co-stars was amazing. After a hot make out scene for the movie with Henry, Chris finally shows you who you belong to revealing his feelings

↳ Pairings: Chris x Female reader, Henry x Female reader

Bippity, boppity, baby 🌸

↳ Summary: You and Dodger made a surprise for your husband Chris to announce your pregnancy to him

↳ Pairing: Chris x Pregnant!reader

Keep it in your mind 💦

↳ Summary: Chris gets jealous when a co-star flirts with you during an award show

↳ Pairings: Chris x Female reader, Henry x Female reader

Show me 💦 **

↳ Summary: After a long day at work Andy just wants you to relax starting with a drink at his house

↳ Pairing: Andy Barber x Female reader

Lemonade 💦 **

↳ Summary: A marriage that is full of lies and infidelity makes you realize how Andy is the one you need [Based on the song Lemonade by Nicole Dollanganger]

↳ Pairing: Andy Barber x Wife!reader

You only 💦**

↳ Summary: Two different sides that Steve owns with his girl

↳ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female reader

Headcanons

Stuck inside 🌸 💦

↳ Summary: You, Chris, Dodger and Scott stuck inside the house during quarantine

↳ Pairing: Chris x Female Reader

Blurbs

Be mine 💦 **

↳ Summary: Andy showing his girl how much he really likes her and how much he wants her to be only his [Based on the song Dirty Mind by Boy Epic]

↳ Pairing: Andy Barber x Bartender!reader

Rendezvous 💦✨ **

↳ Summary: Soft touches, intimate moments and secret Rendezvous with Andy Barber [Based on the song Rendezvous by Miss Benny]

↳ Pairing: Andy Barber x Female reader

I’m your Doll 💦 **

↳ Summary: CEO!Andy showing his favourite bartender how much he enjoys her company [Based on the song I’m Your Doll by FKA twings]

↳ Pairing: CEO!Andy x Bartender!reader

Safe place 🌸 **

↳ Summary: Steve and the reader taking care of each other

↳ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female reader

One-shots

Green with envy 💦 ✨

↳ Summary: Being close to both Henry and Chris, your co-stars was amazing. After a hot make out scene for the movie with Henry, Chris finally shows you who you belong to revealing his feelings

↳ Pairings: Chris x Female reader, Henry x Female reader

Keep it in your mind 💦

↳ Summary: Chris gets jealous when a co-star flirts with you during an award show

↳ Pairings: Chris x Female reader, Henry x Female reader

One-shots

All in one night 🌸 ✨

↳ Summary: After years of dating, Tom wanted you to be his lovely wife and to start a family with you. Little did he know that both will come true just in one night

↳ Pairing: Tom x Pregnant!reader

Just the three of us 🌸

↳ Summary: Tom showing you how much he loves you and the baby growing inside of you, even if it wasn’t planned

↳ Pairing: Tom x Pregnant!reader

Blurbs

Family portrait 🌸

↳ Summary: Dad!Tom being proud of his daughters first drawing

↳ Pairing: Dad!Tom x Daughter, Tom x Female reader

One-shots

My dearest ⚡️

↳ Summary: Harrison realises how his past actions were wrong after seeing you in a wedding dress

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader

Headcanons

Social distancing 🌸 💦

↳ Summary: How you and Harrison spend time in his apartment during quarantine

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader

Crushes 💦

↳ Summary: Harrison gets jealous because of your little crush on Harry Styles

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader, Harry Styles x Female reader

Anniversary troubles 💦

↳ Summary: Troubles that both you and Harrison face during your 3 years anniversary in the house you share with the boys

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader

With you 🌸💦

↳ Summary: Harrison and the reader trying for a baby

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Wife!reader

Series

The Agreement 🌪 [ongoing]

Pt 1. // Pt 2. // Pt 3. // Pt 4. // Pt 5. // Pt 6. // Pt 7. // Pt 8. // Pt 9. // Pt 10. // Pt 11. // Pt 12. // Pt 13. // Pt 14. // Pt 15.

↳ Pairings: Frat Boy!Fwb!Tom x Female reader, Frat Boy!Harrison x Female reader

Headcanons

Lazy days 💦 🌸

↳ Summary: How you and Calum spend your free day inside

↳ Pairing: Calum x Female reader

Blurbs

Sweet mornings 💦

↳ Summary: Lazy morning sex with Calum

↳ Pairing: Calum x Female reader

Blurbs

I’m here 🌸

↳ Summary: Grayson takes care of you when a bad migraine ruins your day

↳ Pairing: Grayson x Female reader

Always by your side 🌸

↳ Summary: How Grayson helps you to calm your anxiety

↳ Pairing: Grayson x Female reader

Headcanons

Crushes 💦

↳ Summary: Harrison gets jealous because of your little crush on Harry Styles

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader, Harry Styles x Female reader

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