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Three Floors Up (College!AU Fic) Part 4

Here’s Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!Reader; Bisexual!MJ x Black Fem!OC (Armani) (Armani face claim @cecewiththefro on ig) (Yeah I changed it🤷🏿‍♀️)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: A couple curse words and a bit steamy at the beginning but its just really cute

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A/N: Hopefully this is a start to me being more productive with what I need to write, but HI I'M BACK!! I think since school starts in a week for me I wanted to write a bit more while it's the only thing I would be writing. Anyway, hope you guys like it and hopefully I can roll out more stories for you. Love y'all!!!💖💛💖💛

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You rush over to your door but hesitate before opening it, trying not to seem too eager. You open the door to Peter's smiling face.

"You didn't know what to do without me?" He sticks his hands in his pockets and allows his smirk to get more cocky.

"Just… shut up." You smile wide then quickly bring yourself close to Peter, pressing your lips hard against his. You place your hand on his cheek then slowly move it to his jawline and up to his hair as he takes initiative to slip tongue into the kiss. He pulls you closer with one hand as he walks you both into your apartment more and closes the door. He brings his other hand to your waist and pulls you even closer, then allows it to absentmindedly roam to your butt, giving it a small squeeze. You giggle at the bold move and continue to kiss Peter and blindly make your way to the couch, that is until you trip over MJ's backpack that sat a couple feet from the couch, whispering expletives as you do. In trying to regain balance, you trip over one of your shoes that landed next to it when you kicked them off and begin to fall to the floor. Peter tries to catch you but fails as you fall to the floor. You both were silent for a moment, Peter looking back and forth from his hands to you, then simultaneously you both bust out laughing. You climb from the floor onto the couch as Peter plops down beside you, moving closer to you, allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist as he guided your head to his chest while you both finish laughing.

"Are you ok?" He giggles, looking down at you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I kinda ruined the mood, didn't I?" You pout, sitting up and turning to face him.

"Not particularly… I mean we are at our destination." He motions to the couch and you just chuckle.

"I'm honestly really tired though…" You give him a sympathetic all teeth smile that he returns. "But, you could… stay the night?" You slow down the last couple of words.

"Oh. Uh-" Peter widens his eyes, seeming as if he was staring through you. "Are you sure?"

"If you don't want to-"

"NO! I do- I do want to stay. I just don't want to- I don't want you- I don't want to intrude." Peter finally gets his words out. You just laugh and pat his leg before getting up from the couch.

"You're not intruding. I asked you." You shrug and head to the bathroom. "I'll be out in a moment." You walk in and close the door, leaving Peter to roam your apartment. He stays planted on the couch for a moment, looking around the main area then decides to get up to explore. He starts over at MJ's area which he doesn't go deep into but mainly just pulls the separation curtain back to get a glimpse. The area was a bit disheveled with an unfixed bed and a couple of clothing items thrown about, but it was expected. On her window sill sat 6 very alive succulents in colorful, possibly homemade pots, one of which painted the colors of the bi flag. Her sheets were grey but her comforter was maroon with a pattern commonly seen on tapestries and her walls had a couple of random posters that she obviously got for free. He leaves the area and turns to examine the TV stand. It was black and large enough to hold the cheap 32' TV you and MJ bought on the top level and MJ's PS4 on the lower level along with a gold elephant figurine that you bought on a whim and a couple cans you two forgot to throw away. On the wall above the TV was a Black Lives Matter flag that you guys got at the last event. He turns around to look at the wall behind the couch at the two staggered art prints secured to the wall by gold washi tape. One was of a colorful group of womens hands up in fists and the other was a digital painting of a black girl with a short fro and teal sunglasses blowing a bubble from her pink gum. He takes a peek at the plain kitchen where it's obvious that the room is purely functional. There were a couple of dishes in the sink and a bag of chips on the counter that was clipped shut. He steps over MJ's backpack and goes over to the little hallway that had the bathroom on the left and your room on the right. He strolls into your room, smiling to himself as he listens to you humming to a song from Hamilton in the bathroom, surprised by the simple decor once he enters your room. Your partially unmade bed had the heathered grey t-shirt material sheets that you had from your dorm last semester and a pastel yellow comforter. You had a couple shirts and a pair of pants askew on the floor. On your night stand was your Chemistry textbook with a mug sitting on top of it. You had a floor lamp and a dresser that sat against your far left wall had random items on top of it: a stuffed animal that MJ bought for you for Galentines, your various body products (i.e. lotion, body spray, ect.), and a pot similar to the ones MJ has that was painted yellow with a pink flower, but due to your lack of plant care abilities, yours was filled with loose coins and the occasional Bobby pins. The walls contained various art prints that you bought from Society6.

"Havin' fun?" You ask from your door frame. Peter turns around to look at you, now in the same pajama shorts but with a big long sleeve NYU tee.

"You and MJ are very different people." He says as he watches you move to your night stand, pulling out your scarf to tie it on.

"That's what makes us great partners in crime." You finish tying then sit and think for a moment. "You should've gone back to your place to get on something more comfortable." You bring a leg up onto your bed, pulling it into you.

"No, I'm fine. Um, are you lisping?" He laughs, ducking from the pillow that was thrown at him as he sits at the foot of your bed.

"I had fucked up teeth when I was younger, thank you very much!" You laugh, crawling up to lay on your stomach next to him.

"Well if it's any consolation, your smile is gorgeous and one of the first things I noticed about you." He brings his hand to your back and gently runs his fingers up and down it.

"Why, thank you." You adjust your body into his fingers slightly, then lower your head into your hands, turning your head so you're looking at Peter. "So, what do you want to do tomorrow?"

Peter shrugs. "Well, I have a lab report due Monday." He continues to run his fingers over your back.

"Which class?" You close your eyes relaxing into his touch.

"Physics. I also think I have Calc 2 homework." He looks over at you noticing that you were beginning to fall asleep.

"We could go get breakfast and do some homework?" Your words begin to slur as sleep begins to over take you.

"That sounds like a good idea." He looks down at you again, now asleep mouth hanging open and a slight snore starting. "Let's get you under the covers." He shakes you slightly, waking you just enough for you to move to the head of your bed. You cuddle your head into one of your pillows as Peter pulls your comforter onto you. He goes over and turns off your floor lamp, plugs in your phone, then climbs into bed. Unsure of how he should lay, he just turns away until he feels you turn into him. He turns over and wraps his arms around you, smiling as you move to get closer to him, then finally closes his eyes to fall asleep.

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You slowly awake from your sleep and stretch. You, ending up on your back, look over at Peter who was laying in his stomach, right arm draped over you, head facing toward you with his mouth open and drool coming out. You tap his arm making his jump out of his sleep and lift his arm off of you, then turn to unplug your phone and look at the time. 8:50am.

"Hey, wakey wakey." You pat Peter's back a couple of times the turn to get off your bed.

"You bed is so comfortable it should be a crime." Peter stretches, groaning into the pillow.

"It's the sheets, and, like, two mattress pads." You pull out a pair of leggings from your dresser then unwrap your hair, checking it in your full length mirror.

"Well whatever it is, I don't understand how you can get up every morning." Peter says still laying face down on the bed.

"It's very difficult. Now… get out of my room for a moment." You smack him on the back.

"Ugh, why?" He sits up and slowly turns out of your bed.

"I need to change real quick even though we got really close to each other really quick, you seeing me without pants is a point in our relationship that we are not at yet." You explain as you push him lightly to your bedroom door.

"Fine. But before we go get breakfast I need to get my things from my place and probably change." Peter says as he walks to the living room.

"That's fine. I'll be right out." You close your door and quickly shed your pajama shorts and pull on your leggings. You grab your white slip on Vans and pull those on then exit your room to quickly brush your teeth, looking over at Peter who seemed to have fallen back asleep on the couch. Afterward, you go to grab your backpack, placing in it your laptop, your Philosophy, Chemistry, and Physics notebook along with your Chemistry textbook.

"Alrighty, let's go get your things." You grab your lanyard from the table by the front door then turn around to look at Peter as you pull on your other backpack strap. He get up from the couch and groggily makes his way over to you. You smirk and reach up to fix his bed head, pushing his hair back lightly with your fingers. A small smile grows on his face as you do and he continues to look at you longingly as you go to open the front door, letting him leave first and locking the door behind you before following him to the elevator.

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"Oh shit." Peter whispers, patting his pockets frantically.

"What?" You look up from your phone at Peter.

"I think I left my keys inside. I hope Ned is awake." He knocks on the door and seconds later a guy, who you assume is Ned, opens the door.

"Had a feeling you would need me." He turns to you and waves. "Hi, I'm Ned."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you." You wave back and fiddle with your phone in your hands

"Come on in while my idiot friend gets his life together." You chuckle at Ned's words then follow Peter in. Their apartment was somewhat to be expected in terms of decor. It was minimal but consisted of a couple of Star Wars posters and a Stark Industries banner. In the far left corner of the living room was a fully completed Lego Death Star that sat on a stand on a table. You go over and drop yourself down on the couch as Peter went into the bedroom.

"Does he forget his key often?" You remove your arms from your backpack straps and lean back onto it.

"Only when his mind is preoccupied." Ned goes into the kitchen to continue his cereal. You give him a nod and a knowing grin. You get up from the couch and walk over to the Death Star. "That thing is actually put together with super glue since we've dropped it so many times." He chuckles.

"I would've died if I put this thing together and it broke." You continue to stroll around the room.

"Oh it felt like I died each time it happened. But now it can't." You laugh at his candid words. At that point Peter walks back out from the room, now in grey sweatpants and his own NYU hoodie. He had his backpack on and seemed a bit more awake than before.

"Whatever he said about me I deny all of it." He runs his hand over his hair and pulls his keys from his backpack.

"Maybe you should keep those in there." You mock as you go to get your bag from the couch.

"Haha." He walks over to Ned and starts a long winded handshake with him. "We'll be back around...lunchtime?" Peter looks back at you for approval.

"Uh, yeah. About noonish." You say, stupefied by Peter and Ned doing their handshake flawlessly, even when Peter wasn't looking.

"Cool. You two have fun." Ned walks you both to the door, waving as you guys walked down the hallway.

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Peter opens the door to the coffee shop for you then follows you in and to the first open table near an outlet that you see. You both place your Chick-Fil-A bags on the table and backpacks on the floor. You pull your laptop from your bag and take a moment to log into it then take a moment to get your food out before finally eating and going to your student portal. You look up and look at Peter who had his signature dopey grin on his face.

"What?" You take a bite of a Chicken Mini, smirking.

"Nothing. I just like seeing you do… things." He laughs at his own weird words and you do the same.

"Makes sense. I am quite majestic." You finish off your the Chicken mini in your hand and take a sip of water, getting back to work and trying to fight the wide smile that wanted to grow on your face. Peter keeps his eyes on your for a moment longer then bends down to grab his laptop from his bag.

Part 5

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