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Ride me? || Miguel O'hara
Pairing: Miguel O'hara (Spider-Man 2099) x F!reader
Tags: Overstimulation, rough sex, choking, squirting, vaginal fingering, big dick Miguel, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), fang kink if you squint.
Words: 1.8k
Summary: Just when you thought he's exhausted enough from chasing Miles Morales and had given you the chance to actually ride him, Miguel has other plans.
This man evokes something so feral in me that I forgot I was suffering through the worst writer's block. He got me giggling and twirling my hair yesterday at the cinema wtf. I used my very limited Mexican Spanish knowledge from watching streamers flirting in a block game for this.
cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love || guapito - handsome
Miguel isn't the type to let someone control the pace, even if he did, his hands grounded on your waist would soon guide your hips into a rhythm he prefers, hard and fast.
You've been hearing the ruckus down the spider webs, something about another version rebelling against the usual stories of every Spider-Man in the multiverse to save his dad. Knowing that your husband sits at the top as their leader, you expected him to disappear for a long period of time.
Not that you mind of course, he's had plenty of times he charges in to handle an anomaly himself.
You do have to give some kudos to the kid for trying to change reality though. After Miguel's story, nobody in the headquarters, even you, dared to defy the fates laid upon every Spider-Man.
It's been three days since he left and honestly, you didn't expect him to arrive yet. A person deterring from the fates of every Spider-Man would be hard to handle, you couldn't even imagine how difficult it'd be.
So when the doors to your apartment flew open and came to him, practically drooping from exhaustion, you were surprised.
He came earlier than expected.
"How'd the chase go?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Come here."
Drying your hands off on the towel hanging from the wall counter, you made your way to the man laid spread and heaving on the couch. His head tipped back with his usually neatly gelled hair now haggard and messy, he looked up when he sensed your presence and immediately pulled you onto his lap.
You laughed. "Don't fall asleep here, I don't want to carry your heavy ass."
His lips tugged into a weak smile, his pointy canines briefly appearing.
"Spider-Man is supposed to help the weak, are you really ignoring a civilian in need?"
You didn't get what he meant until he pulled your hips closer, dragging your core over the tent on his pants.
You hit his arm. "Go to sleep, you must've been really tired after chasing that kid around."
"Then ride me."
You paused before narrowing your eyes at him. He's baiting you with the very thing you've wanted to do since the beginning. But the dark cloud of lust in his eyes somehow convinced you of his genuineness.
His talons dug onto your flesh, hard enough to take control of your hips to grind on top of his dick sensually while keeping eye contact with yours. You couldn't ignore the pleasure and jolts of heat electrifying and burning your nerve endings alight at every drag of your heat over his.
"I want to feel you baby, I miss you so much."
Miguel pushes you down on his hardness and you moan, the feeling of his girth finding home between your legs shot electric pleasure down your spine.
"You are a convincing man."
"And you love it."
You lunged for a kiss and instantly, one of his hands threaded itself onto the back of your head, locking you in place as your lips danced against each other in a fierce battle. The raw hunger after being starved for a week now surfacing and consuming you both, mind and body.
His other hand guided your hips up and down his clothed dick, his deep groans and growl lit fireworks in you, igniting your determination to coax more of them out of his lips.
"Get rid of the pants or I'll rip it off of you."
"Rip it then."
He didn't need to hear you twice.
In one quick motion, he tore your sweatpants into two before doing the same thing to your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. He groaned as his head fell onto the crook of your neck, hands crawling up to cup your breasts before your top and bra suffered the same fate as your other clothing.
"The pants, only the pants! I loved that bra!"
"I'll buy you something better, from another universe even." He responded, almost breathless as your scent invaded every speck of his senses. Miguel groaned. "Fuck, I miss this scent of yours baby."
"I don't care, get rid of the suit."
His attire dissolved into thin air and retracted back to god-knows-where, revealing his ruffled shirt and grey sweatpants that did nothing but proclaim his clear desire for you.
"Let me prep you real good, huh?"
Retracting his talons, two of his fingers delved into your heat, immediately drenching itself with your arousal and he groaned.
"So wet for me, mi amor."
"Only for you, guapito."
Two of his digits rolled your clit sensually and with the dexterity of an experienced man, urging more of your arousal to coat his fingers further. Once he was satisfied with the amount of fluid now dripping into his pants, he wandered lower and lower until he plunged his index in, curling it up so deliciously you moaned and grinded your hips onto the slow plunge of his hand.
His eyes watched your heat like a ravenous man holding back, the feral look on his face only pulled you closer to the edge.
And it's only a finger in.
"So tight, mi vida. You treat me so well."
He added two fingers in and you screamed, his pace now rapidly gaining speed. Your eyes rolled back as your hips thrashed and clumsily followed his thrusts, there was nothing else that mattered more than coming for your darling in that moment.
Miguel groaned, watching your face twist into the most sinful display of pleasure he has ever seen. The pride and smugness from knowing it was all because of him made him smile.
Only he could see you in such a state and no one else.
You clenched around his digits, tempting him to finally take the dive. Although his fingers coaxed pleasure out of you with no problem, you missed the feeling of his dick carving your insides, stretching you thin and reminding your cunt who it belongs to.
But Miguel ignored the bait and instead hastened up while curling up to push on your g-spot. You almost blacked out from the euphoria he feeds you, a coil in your stomach tightened and you moaned.
"I'm cl-close… Fuck!"
"Give it to me baby, I want it all."
It didn't last long until the coil exploded and your arousal squirts out of your cunt to drench Miguel's shirt, whose gaze turned a shade darker at the scene when you peered down to meet his gaze.
A tense atmosphere rose from his mere gaze and goosebumps prickled your skin. Your heartbeat jumped through the roofs as you stared back at his dark eyes, he triggered your spidey sense.
And for some sick reason, it only ignited the simmering arousal in the pits of your abdomen.
"Fuck the ride, you're not getting up until I say so, cariño."
You barely sensed him flipping you both, with you now seated and spread on the sofa while he stood in front of you, hastily removing his remaining clothing as if it angered him.
It didn't take long until his hand cautiously wrapped around your neck and his other, pinning your hips as he plunged himself deep into your cunt. You screamed as he pushed more of him, inch by inch. He stretched you out to the point of no return, the burn of his cock carving you open once more made you light-headed.
And he loves nothing more but seeing the cock-drunk look on your face.
Miguel grinned, his fangs protruding so attractively. "God, I love how fucked you look for me, cariño. Give me more."
He pulls and plunged himself back in, shooting hot white pleasure in your body. Miguel didn't wait long before his usual hard and rough pace started. The hand around your throat tightened and your mind turned woozy from the lack of oxygen, his thrust taking your breath away only evoking the feeling of nirvana within you.
He drove in you hard and quick enough you can distantly hear the couch legs wincing as it gets pushed back with every plunge of his dick.
"Fuck…!"
"That's right darling, I'm fucking my sweet cariño open and wide for me."
The electric shocks the head of his cock briefly grazing the head of your uterus sent your legs flailing on his sides. Growing bothered by them, he halts to rest them on his wide shoulders and wraps his arm around your thigh before entering somehow deeper into you.
Your hands found his meaty thigh and dug itself onto it and it encouraged him to go even faster, pushing you closer to the edge and you swore you could see the pearly gates of the heavens.
"I'm co-coming…! Miguel!"
"Give it to me baby, you know how much I love seeing you convulse so helplessly around me."
The hand on your throat left to find purchase on your clit, rubbing you as fast his cock plunges into you.
With a scream, you came.
Your legs trembled violently on his shoulder as more of your arousal spurts out of your heat, white hot pleasure burned and stirred every nerve ending awake as your eyes rolled back.
But this doesn't seem to be enough for Miguel who only took a break to see your thighs convulse before continuing his thrusts.
You hit his thighs as he kickstarted another orgasm now bubbling in the pit of your stomach but he paid no heed.
Not that you minded of course, if anything, it only pleases the sick bastard in your head, wishing to be used and fucked so well by your husband like it's your sole purpose.
"I'm so close, baby. Can you give me another one? Surely you can, right?"
His fingers rubbed your clit to the point of pain yet it somehow enhanced the pleasure growing larger in your chest and you screamed. Miguel bent down to rest his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, in the clouded state you were in, you could make out the sharp points of his canines pushing down your skin.
The threat of his bite shot jolts down to your heavily beaten cunt, once again tightening its coil. The frequent groans and low growls escaping his lips alone told you he's near to climax.
And with that, he's dragging you down with him.
"Please please please, give it to me…!"
"Yes, cariño. Anything, Anything for you."
With a couple of thrust, scorching hot explodes inside of you and Miguel slows down, almost into a halt as he rides down his high. The face of pure unadulterated ecstasy painting his face, along with his fingers, you came with another shout.
When he's calmer, he lets his sweaty body fall into your arms before reaching around to do the same.
As your breathing returns to normal and the fog in your head clears, Miguel places a gentle kiss on your temple and cheeks.
"I love you so much, cariño."
"I love you more, guapito."
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Bratty Reader x ages up!Earth 42!Miles Morales
Pink is readers texting/speaking
Purple is Miles texting/speaking
Miles is 18 in this one!
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“Ion give a fuck what plans you and your lil friends had tonight, I said don’t go out so you’re not goin out.”
For the past two months, Miles has been getting more and more controlling over what you can and can’t do and telling you when you can go out with your friends. It’s been getting on your nerves and while it’s very, very attractive, it’s pissing you off. You barely see your friends anymore and you hate being inside.
“You’re not being fair Miles! I never get to see my friends anymore and I miss them and they miss me!” Even through text he could tell you were pouting right now. Miles could just imagine you kicking your feet on your bed.
“So what, I’m just not enough for you? I’m all you need amor, why do you wanna go see them so badly? You don’t need them.”
“Miles, you know that’s not at all what I’m saying, I’m just saying that I miss my friends and I wanna see them!”
He didn’t understand why you couldn’t get what he was trying to tell you. He just needed you to not go out at night, especially tonight. He couldn’t tell you about him being the Prowler, it’d break your hot pink heart.
“And what I am telling you is that you’re not going out tonight.”
“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do Miles. I’m not your fucking kid!” You were getting angrier by the minute, every word, burned and angered you even more. Usually you’d just listen to him and stay inside like he asked, but tonight you wanted to see what would happen if you pushed his buttons just a little more…
“You talkin real crazy right now, mamí. Ima let it slide tho because I know you’re just mad and in ya feels. But don’t ever say sum crazy shit like that again, because I remember what happened last time you wanted to be bad and go against what I say. Why not run it back, whatchu say ma?”
You stayed silent, fuming and thinking. He was being so unfair and you had no idea why. You didn’t like being left in the dark and he knew this.
“Now this conversation is over, I got shit to do.”
“You right, this conversation is over. Fuck you Morales.”
You silenced your phone and with a shaky hand and butterflies in your stomach, you put your coat on and walked out your house.
After about 20 minutes you started to feel bad. You didn’t know why you were so mean and disobedient to him. You knew he only wanted what was best for you, all he ever did was spoil you and make you feel special. Even though you felt guilty, the fire in your stomach from the anticipation of what was to come made you feel even better.
You had just walked out the door of the club you and your friends went to and started your route home when you heard a noise behind you. You looked around but found nothing. You sped up your pace and started to walk towards your house when you heard it again, this time next to you.
When you looked over, you saw nothing but an empty street and a few lamps on. You continued your walk when something hit your head. You could feel yourself falling but didn’t feel the concrete below you. The last thing you saw being purple AF1’s.
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When you woke up, you were back in your house, an ice pack under your head and blankets pulled up to your chin. You heard your tv on in your living room and quickly got up to investigate. When you opened the door, you were met with the sight of your boyfriend in your couch, sitting there like nothing had happened. His legs spread, elbows on his knees and hands clasped together. The thing that caught your eye was the mechanic claw on his right hand.
When he noticed your presence he looked up at you and tilted his head. The glare on his face reignited that fire in your stomach. He stared at you, saying nothing at all as you shifted on your feet, nervous.
When you finally did decide to speak, your tone came out nervous and shaken and not at all like how you meant for it to sound.
“Why are you in my house Miles?”
“I can’t just come over when I wanna?”
“Answer my questions for once! Why are you in my house and why do you have on that same claw that the vigilante on the news wears?”
He knew you were a little daft but he didn’t expect this kind of idiocy.
“C’mon baby, put two and two together. I know you’re smarter than ya look.”
You knew the truth but you didn’t wanna believe it. You stayed silent, staring at him and fiddling with your hands. You were overwhelmed with fear and arousal, confusing you even more than ever.
Once he recognized the look of understanding on your face, he leaned back and curled his finger towards you in a demanding way.
“C’mere, we gotta talk.”
You sat down on the couch next to him, thighs touching and your gaze locked on the ground.
“Don’t be like that, look at me mamí”
When you looked at him, he could see the betrayal in your eyes. But he could also see the need and wanting. Feeling naked under his gaze, you looked back down at your floor,
“You’re him? You’re the guy from the news?” You voice quivered as you spoke, shaking from either fear or the amount of need and attraction you’re feeling right now. This man has killed people, he could kill you at any point! So why does that thought turn you on so much?
“Oh so now you wanna talk?” He asked, a lilt in his tone that let you know he was smirking without even having to look at him
“Don’t be mean Miles. This isn’t the time for jokes.”
“Yea I’m him, what’s it matter to you?” You knew that under the anger and accusation in his voice that he was feeling vulnerable. You crawled on his lap and laid your head on his shoulder and hugged him.
He froze at first, confused with the random affection, but slowly accepted the warmth. “I love you regardless of what you’re doing and who you’re killing.”
Miles almost wanted to scream at you to be afraid of him. He’s killed people. He’s hurt people, innocents even! Why weren’t you running?
You pulled back and reached up to cup his face and inched closer to him, looking down at his lips for permission. He closed the gap between you two and kissed you softly, like he missed you. It was warm and passionate, it wasn’t like this often. You didn’t often get this softness from him. But when you did, it made you feel like the most special girl in the world.
When you pulled back for air, you smiled, giddy with the thought of having your boyfriend back and not mad at you. But when he spoke to you, you knew you were in trouble.
“Don’t think I forgot what happened earlier. I was the one who brought you home, laid you down and tucked you in.” Miles looked down at you, smiling as if something was funny. You couldn’t move, the grip he had on your hips was tight, almost like a warning.
“Are you gonna hurt me?” You knew the answer, you always did. You knew what happened when you disobeyed him and what he says. You remembered what happened the last time.
Miles laughed, a loud hearty one, head tilted back and canines exposed. He chest shook with laughter and you shook in fear on his lap. When he looked down at you once more, he looked different, almost predatory.
“Oh chiquita, Ima do so much more.”
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MINORS DNI 18+
WARNINGS: sexual content | booty calling spider-man :)
PETER PARKER doesn't understand why he keeps letting you do this to him. Over and over again you tell him friendship is all you want, yet at the late hours of the night— since you know he's already up— you ask if he can afford a break. Like an idiot, he swings by. Doesn't even get the chance to take off the suit before you're shoving him down into a seat, straddling him to rub yourself all over his bulge.
"Hey, easy," he tells you, "you're gonna leave a wet spot." To protest you, his gloved hands cup the plush flesh of your backside, lifting you over him. That spider-strength has you weak in the knees, eagerly latching onto his neck over the cloth. A gasp emits from him as he maneuvers his erection from the confines of his suit and you mouth at his pulse point.
"Want- you, Spider. Need you." At the invoke of that nickname, he lulls his head back and you bite onto him in your enthusiasm. A delicious and low groan pours from his throat, from both the sensation and anticipation of being inside you again. Obediently, he lowers you, nudging your entrance with the head of his cock until he feels a give. You suck in a breath to feel that stretch, no one stretches you like Peter does.
"Fuck," he drags out the word, slowly reintroducing you to his every inch. Impatiently, you push down, as if you could ever hope to overpower him. The man has lifted buses. "Wait a second, baby, wait," His fingers dig into your skin, warning you that you're going too quick for your sake.
"I can't wait any longer, you took so long getting here," you whine, burying your nose into the crook of his shoulder. You can smell his sweat through it, the musk of recent exercise, prowling the streets of Manhattan looking for trouble. "Just fuck me already?"
Pete can't believe this is working on him. Yet again bowing to your whims because he's that desperate for your attention, that desperate for your touch. He can't lie, your impetuous begging for him and his dick strokes more than his ego, length twitching while half-seated inside you. "You want it that bad?" his tone betrays his hope.
"Yes! Yes, please, Pete," With your plea, your grip on him inflects with your syllables, rutting your body against him for any kind of friction, while his halt remains infallible. No matter how you wiggle, he won't let you sink further. At first it was to keep you from hurting yourself, now it's because he likes hearing your bargain for him. Those addicting lips glide up to his ear, and he can feel your breath on the shell of it through his mask. "Need my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
"You're gonna pull that card? Seriously?" his indignant question is adversely punctuated with a buck up into you and you cry out. It got you fucking wet. It spurs him on, working himself up to a steady pace as he fucks you. He can hear the sounds of the city through the open window, if sirens flew by right now he's not sure he'd have the strength to leave you.
Putty in his hands, your body acts as fluid as he uses it, and you're so grateful you reached out to him. Fucking a superhero is thrilling enough, but fucking Spider-Man has a perk you can't pass up. That spider bite may have gifted an extra couple inches to his cock, but you're more interested in his power to fuck you like a sex toy. Along for the ride, you bounce on him because he's moving you. Like you're nothing. Out of instinct, your lips clumsily find his on the cloth as you brush noses. Your tongue peeks out, the felt drying the tip and his lips shift under your touch.
Breathless and amused, he asks, "Are you trying to french me through the mask again?"
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Miguel O’Hara doesn’t have time for your snark.
It’s different when he throws a sassy remark. He’s the boss, who has to cope with babysitting hundreds of Spider-people in order to keep the multiverse in check.
So when you do mouth off, Miguel like to find other ways to occupy your mouth.
He grabs your shoulders and pushes you onto your knees, grasping your chin with his meaty hand. You feign a pout as you gaze up at him, but Miguel can see the lust clouding your vision. Maybe this is why you’re such a snarky little shit—because you hope for Miguel to notice you.
“Open,” he commands.
Wordlessly, you open your mouth. Already hard, Miguel’s cock twitches as he stares into your mouth. Fuck, you’re so good for him when you’re on your knees.
The patch of his suit that surrounds his cock evaporates, a special alteration that Miguel designed just for his time with you. His hardened cock looms over your face, twitching at the feeling of your hot breath.
“Now suck.”
Your plump lips wrap around his tip, your tongue darting across the underside of his shaft. Fuck, he forgot how warm your mouth is. It had been too long since he had you like this, obedient and eager.
Miguel places his hand atop your head, tugging you closer.
“Shhh, mí amor, breathe through your nose,” Miguel coos as you stifle a gag. “Good, that’s it. Take all of it. Nice and slow.”
Even as his cock stretches your mouth to its limits, as it bulges in your throat, you force the last of his shaft into your mouth. As your nose hits Miguel’s pubic bone, he tilts your head up with a smug grin.
“You look much nicer when your mouth’s busy with my cock instead of running your mouth, princesa.”
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sub!Hobie/Spider-Punk
i’m back!! (this time actually)
he looks up at you with a smug look on his face as you situate yourself on his hips. you can feel his bulge rubbing against your clothed centre, and let out a pleasured sigh at the contact.
“princess, you’re gonna have to start doing something soon. people are waiting” he smirks.
“honey the only princess here is you,” you roll your eyes and lean down to press a sweet kiss on his lips. his firm hands grip your waist as you both deepen the kiss. hobie’s thumbs dip under your shirt, rubbing small circles into the bare skin.
his hips buck up at the feeling of your lips on his, and he lets out a small groan. you feel his tongue enter your mouth, and let out a whimper at the feeling. he pushes your shirt higher up, and you sit up to let him fully take it off.
he quickly slips out of his pants, shimmying them off as he bucks into you. his cock springs out, slapping lightly against his stomach. he eyes your now only bra-clad chest as his hands grip your waist once more, guiding you to grind on him slowly. as much as he’ll never admit it, he loves the slow torture that always leads up to him loosing his mind.
but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get impatient.
“my love, i’m begging, do something,” he hasn’t quite reached the desperation he usually has, and can sense it’s going to be a long night.
you continue to grind on him, slipping your skirt higher up, flashing him a view of your panties. “oh fuck,” he lets out, fingers sliding down to touch the fabric ever so lightly.
“hobie…take off your shirt for me baby,” you sigh out. this is torture for you too, you’ll admit.
he makes quick work to discard his shirt, tossing it somewhere in his room to be found later. your fingers trace over his chest and pecs, skimming your nails down his lower stomach as you get closer to where he needs you most.
he holds his breath in anticipation as your drift a finger just above his tip, admiring the way his chest rises and falls quickly. “poor baby, getting all worked up, and i haven’t even touched you”, the words fall from your mouth slowly, filling the air with tension as he glares at you, before his mouth settles back into the smug look from minutes before.
“wipe that smile off your face hun,” you roll your eyes, removing your skirt and panties, leaving you completely naked on top of him. his eyes glint, and he slides his hands up your sides until they reach your tits.
by this point, you’re so wet he can feel your heat radiating off of you as you slide forward to perch yourself on the underside of his cock, grinding slightly.
he throws his head back, and uses one of his arms to cover his eyes as he lets out a deep groan. “baby, hold still,” you sigh out, throwing your own head back. he peeks out from his arm, and sees you line yourself up with him, slowly sinking down on him.
you both let out loud moans, and you grind down on him to adjust to his length. with all your teasing, you’re both incredibly close as is, and his legs are already shaking as you continue moving.
you set at a quicker pace once you’ve adjusted, and place your hands on your chest to stabilize yourself as you speed up. “holy shit…you feel so good” he gasps out
“baby keep talking, i’m close,” you let out, trailing your fingertips down his chest lightly, as he squirms at your touch.
“no one can make me feel as good as you, as good as your pussy, it’s just you. you feel so goddamn good around me baby, so good, so right.” you lean down to kiss him, smashing your lips together as your legs start to shake.
his hands guide your hips, a single finger slipping down to slide against your clit. you double forward, gasping out a moan into the kiss, and you clench around him. he lets out a groan, and with one last clench around him, you feel him filling you slowly.
you cum with a whine of his name, and collapse on to his chest, both of your moans and gasps filling the air. you both lie there for a few minutes, just feeling where your bodies met, whispering praises into each others ears.
holy shit, he’s so fine.
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The Bet
pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+ , fake dating
word count: 9k
summary: You find yourself in attendance of a Gala with Peter Parker as your (fake) date. The two of you end up making a bet: Peter tries to make you fall for him by the end of the night.
a/n: sorry, i found myself in the worst case of writer’s block i’ve had in awhile. ANYWAY, i hope this makes up for it
“All I’m saying is that you’re going to look ridiculous,” Tony spoke. The rim of an almost empty glass of whiskey sat against his smiling lips, “Even Nat’s bringing a date and you two are two sides of the same coin. I don’t see how you can’t put up with a man for just one night,” Your gaze made him choke on his drink slightly, “or, or a woman?” He questioned, unsure of the reason for your deadly glance.
“I-I could get a date,” You stuttered, bringing your own glass to your lips. You crossed your legs, the black dress sat tightly against your knees. A pair of equally dark heels sat on your feet. The shoe dangled off your elevated foot, “I just chose to go stag, more of my vibe, you know,” You laughed it off.
“You’re a real lone wolf,” Tony spoke, “Are those still called bitches? Or is that just dogs?”
“Fuck off,” You groaned, finishing off your glass, “I’ll find a guy at the gala, alright. Spare me,”
“No, spare me,” Tony spoke, placing a hand on his chest dramatically, “Stark bringing along a virgin of an intern. All brain and no game,” He almost slurred, “But I guess that modest dress makes you kind of sexy in a mysterious way,”
“Forgive me for not breaking out my little black dress,” You told him, “It’s a gala. At an art museum, it’s not like we’re going to some night club”
“Oh, we’re not?” Tony questioned, “Then why are you totally pregaming with me right now,” He poured you another glass of whiskey with a shit eating grin.
“It’s the only way I can deal with you,” You admit with a smile, “This way you get a little more tolerable,”
“Glad we’re on the same page,” Tony spoke, raising another glass. However, his toast was cut short as someone caught his eyes, “Ah! Pete! Perfect, absolutely perfect,”
You turned your head, your loose, y/h/c waves twirling, “Come on, Mr. Stark,” Peter spoke, a sigh passed through his lips as he noticed Tony’s buzzed state, “There’s still like, an hour ‘til we leave,”
“Yeah! Perfect, enough time for you to have a drink with us,” Tony smiled, walking towards Peter. He took hold of Peter’s arm, dragging him into the lounge.
Peter wore a black suit, nothing fancy besides the luxury brand Tony had paid for. His hair was gelled into place and it made you laugh to yourself, “What?” Peter questioned as he heard you almost giggle. A subtle blush sat on his freckled nose. A drink found a way into his hand as he stared at you, “Mr. Stark, you know I won’t feel a thing from this,”
“Humor me, kid,” Tony spoke, “Er- us,” He motioned towards you.
You were reclined on Tony’s expensive couch as you bounced the heel that sat loosely on your foot, “Please, I’m being held here against my will,” You spoke, making Peter smile. You extended your arm, placing it on the back of the couch. Stretching, you pinched your shoulder blades without a thought. However, Peter’s thoughts were racing, the position pushing out your chest, drawing all of Peter’s attention to you. He did not think you could consume any more of his thoughts than you already did, but here he was. Knocking back whatever liquid was in the glass Tony had given him, he swallowed it in hopes of also swallowing his dirty thoughts. As he expected, it did not work.
“Y/N needs a date tonight,” Tony spoke as you took a large sip, making you instantly choke. The action was not comical, like in the movies and books, but had you embarrassingly gasping for air and coughing up a lung, “As charming as she is in this very moment, do you think you could do me a favor and not let her show up like that,” Tony spoke, “She’s my intern and I’d hate to have her overshadowed by me, and Pepper, of course. So what better than my intern showing up with my totally-not-an-Avenger, and totally real intern,”
“Are you sure this isn’t another, against her will sort of situation?” Peter questioned as you continued to cough, physically unable to say no.
“She’s not objecting,” Tony placed his hand on Peter’s shoulder, giving him a drunken shake.
***
“After the carpet, I’m finding the drinks and leaving your ass,” You spoke, “I don’t care if people think I’m alone, okay.”
“Yeah… right,” Peter spoke as he sat next to you in the long limo. The two of you sat somewhat isolated from the others. The group was paired off and in their own world, leaving the two of you to realize just how alone you really were, “Me too, I wanted to come alone anyway,”
“Me too,” You added, repeating your previous claim. Your hand found the vodka cranberry that the limo’s bar provided, “I’ve always been alone,” You informed as you brought the glass to your lips, “Why start now,”
***
You felt your stomach turn as the camera flashed. You had yet to place a single one of your black heels on the red carpet of the gala and you instantly regretted the drinks you downed to calm your nerves, “Hell no,”
“You’ll be fine,” Peter spoke, “They probably won’t even bother us if Mr. Stark’s around, not to mention everyone else,” He spoke, “Literally everyone but us,”
“That makes me feel so much better,” You almost laughed, “Thanks,” Your word was blunt. You were used to being in others' shadows. You rushed before Peter, wanting to spend the night the way you were used to: alone.
“Hey,” Peter spoke, unsure how he had upset you.
Since Peter could remember, you had always been standoffish, never reaching out for company at the compound. Always shutting yourself off in the lab, you would get your work done and leave if it was not too late of a drive. You would crash on the couch whenever Tony refused to let you leave after 1am. Tony never wanted to feel guilt of you overworking yourself in the lab only for you to fall asleep at the wheel on your drive home.
Peter recalled the sight of you sprawled out on the lounge’s large couch, a blanket tossed over you as it barely covered your exposed skin. Peter could not help falling for you after he caught that sight more than a few times. He had helped you through a few too many drinks, holding your hair as you emptied your night into Stark’s million dollar toilet. Peter was unsure if you remembered nights like that.
Peter knocked into you, bringing him back to reality as you stood frozen in front of the flashing cameras, “You’re Tony Stark’s intern, aren’t you?” Someone from the crowd questioned, voice booming over the other shouts, “Is it true you work on the Avenger’s upgrades?” The man asked.
“Y/N calls all the shots for Avengers’ upgrades,” Peter spoke next to you. Your head spun, not only from the attention, but towards Peter, “I- They’d be lost without her,”
He was not wrong. You fixed nearly all the flaws you found in Spider-Man’s suit. They were only flaws due to Peter’s way of thinking. Tony had designed the AI with himself in mind and not Peter, “Smile,” Peter whispered in your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. You could barely see, the white flashes blinding you. Reaching out, Peter placed his hand on the small of your back. Your lips parted, about to snap a sarcastic remark at Peter’s advancement, however, you felt his clammy hold through your dress’s thin fabric, making you smile.
***
“So,” You said, “You’d be lost without me?” Your question teased Peter as the two of you finally made your way into the gala’s main room.
“I can admit it,” Peter spoke, “I don’t have some weird complex like you, or Mr. Stark,”
“Don’t compare me to Tony,” You told him, still a little buzzed from not only the alcohol in your system but also the camera flashes, “God, if I get that bad kill me,”
“If you didn’t fix my suit, I might have by accident,” Peter admitted. He had eventually gotten the hang of his suit’s AI, however the changes you had made allowed him to fully master his potential, “but, yeah,” His words were smooth, “I would be lost without you, honestly,”
“Including now?” You questioned, now realizing you did not wish to face the night alone. Especially now that you have seen the amount of older men that would surely harass you if you found yourself alone, “so, leaving you behind would be a terrible idea,”
“Absolutely terrible,” Peter played along, a smile threatening to curl his lips. He knew your games and when you were hiding your true emotions, “I’m not sure if I could make it through this boring gala by myself. You’d be doing me a huge favor,”
“Yeah?” You questioned, “Then you owe me,” Your eyes searched for any amount of food you could ingest before you had more drinks to get you through the night.
“How is that fair?” Peter laughed, however, he had not made it known that he knew the facade you were putting up, “You know what, fine,” He gave in, “I owe you, whatever you ask,” As soon as the words left his lips he caught you smile, “No, no, no,” He rambled as he heard you laugh.
“Oh you can’t take it back,” You laughed, “This is going to be fun,” Peter followed you at your heels as you searched the huge gallery for food or drinks, “Maybe I’ll hold this over your head for a while,”
“Y/N,” Peter groaned, meeting your eyes. His regret faded as soon as he saw your smiling eyes and grinning lips. He was just glad that you were having a good time.
“Miss Y/L/N,” Your name was called out, attracting your attention as well as Peter’s to a man who seemed to be in his late thirties. He was cute. Peter must have read your mind, or maybe caught on to your swooning gaze, as his hand found the small of your back once again, “Pardon my interruption,” the man questioned Peter’s touch.
“No interruption,” You spoke, stepping out of Peter’s warm touch, “Just simply company, to get me through the night,” Peter stiffened at your words but your back faced him, unable to see the consequence of your claim, “Y/N Y/L/N,” You spoke, extending your hand.
The man smiled at Peter’s misfortune, “I’m glad to have caught you, I’m the gallery’s director,” He watched as your eyes lit up for a moment, “Phil Weston,” Phil introduced, “I was wondering if we could rent some of your work. Give you your own exhibition,” He watched as you stumbled over your thoughts before him, “Or should I be going through your assistant here?” He motioned towards Peter, “That’s what you are right?” He almost degraded.
“I’m a little more than that,” Peter spoke, unable to shine light on just how important he truly is. But you knew, he was sure you would back him up.
“Sure,” Phil spoke, “Well, Y/N,” Turning, he retrieved a tall glass from a woman who appeared behind him mid conversation. The glass of champagne made its way into your hand, your rings knocking against the thin glass. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small card, “Here’s my card,”
“Thanks Weston,” You smiled around the glass. Sticking the card between your two fingers, you flashed it to Peter, “Keep this safe for me,” You jokingly instructed, “assistant,” You heard Phil laugh as he departed.
“You’re ridiculous,” Peter spoke, not taking the card out of your grasp. The dark paper still waved in front of his face.
“Me?” You questioned with a bat of your lashes, with a smile you took a large sip of your drink.
“I know we’re playing a part here,” Peter spoke, “but you’re just standing there while that guy humiliates me,”
“I’m not playing a part,” You told Peter, “I call the shots, remember. And you owe me, I could have said something but then you’d owe me even more,” Alcohol coated your words as you studied the Avenger. A laugh bubbled between your lips as you began to tuck the business card into the small purse that sat at your side, “Forget it, Parker,” You informed, finishing off your champagne, “just help me find something else to drink,”
“I think you should eat something,” Peter spoke. Watching you walk away from him he reached out, taking hold of your wrist, “I mean, with how much you’ve been drinking,”
“Are you worried about me?” You asked with a sly smile, “I know you’re my fake date, but you don’t have to act like it,” Your eyes found a large table ordained with finger foods and drinks, “but I’ll humor you,”
“I just don’t want you finding yourself doing something you regret,” Peter spoke, thinking of Phil. He knew that you had more confidence when you drink. Hell, he hated it. You flirted with Peter almost every time you had one too many but in the morning the two of you could be mistaken as strangers, “Or make a complete fool of yourself,”
“That so?” You questioned as the two of you crossed the tiled floor of the museum.
“Wouldn’t put it past you,” Peter spoke from where he followed at your heels, “Little do you know, I have a decent amount of blackmail on half the compound. Sure it sucks that I can’t get drunk like the rest of you but, not going to lie, I think I have more fun watching you all make fools of yourselves,”
“What are you, a masochist?” You tease as you turn to him, drink in hand. You caught Peter’s stern glance, “Right, right,” You raised your free hand, retrieving a small sandwich, “See, food,” You stuffed the sandwich between your red lips, “Yum,” You spoke sarcastically, mouth full of food.
“How’d I land such a classy date?” Peter questioned, taking a drink from the table. He knew the alcohol would not affect his system but he did not want to look out of place.
“You wish you could land me,” You washed your food down with a large sip of wine.
“Ouch,” Peter spoke around his wine glass. He was unsure if he was just experiencing placebo from the wine but found himself speaking with newfound confidence, “I could land you… if I wanted,”
“Yeah?” You laughed, “I’d like to see that,” You admitted. You would be lying if you said you did not find Peter attractive. You have seen him at work, in the gym, you have seen him change in and out of his suit right in front of you. Peter might have not known but each time, you glanced at his toned body and mentally drooled. You would not mind if Peter pursued you, you just knew better. Peter was awkward and did not show much interest in you until tonight. He was just doing you a favor, keeping you company. He never spoke to you in the compound besides when he needed to, or when he said hello whenever the two of you passed each other in the large building, “But I know better,” You smiled, “know you better,”
“You think I won’t?” Peter questioned, watching you shrug your bare shoulders. He watched as another glass found its way into your hand, making his job a lot easier. You were a horny drunk and he was about to use that to his favor.
“Are you betting me?” You questioned almost excitedly, “Is this a bet? Please tell me you’re giving me another thing to hold over your head,”
“Sure, it’s a bet,” Peter spoke, taking another sip of wine, “But you have to be completely honest with me. No burying your feelings for me,” He informed, “Any time I ask, you have to tell me exactly how you feel,”
You almost gagged, but Peter was right, you should play fair, “Fine,” You rolled your eyes, feeling yourself begin to sway, “When’s the game start?”
“Right now,” Peter spoke, finishing off what was in his glass. Setting it down, he took yours from your grasp watching you shoot him an angry glance, “and you need to start off by telling me exactly how you feel about me,” His words were smooth, somehow forgetting that he normally had to build up the courage to just say hello to you but in this moment he was closing the space between the two of you, “I want to know what kind of a chance I even have,”
“I don’t think you have to work too hard,” You smiled, your lips beginning to numb. You stared up at Peter. Your eyes were able to count almost every freckle on his boyish face and god did you want to kiss them. Kiss him, even, “I’m kind of drunk,”
“Yeah,” Peter smiled, “I figured that much Y/N,” He whispered as if it was a secret.
“And it’s making you look cuter,” You whispered back, watching your words shoot through his heart like an arrow, freezing him in his tracks, “Even cuter than before,”
“Good to know,” Peter muttered to himself as he watched you take the wine glass back from his hand, your fingers brushing against his clammy hand.
***
“How’s the lone wolf holding up,” Tony questioned as he had excused himself from a conversation Pepper found herself in; checking in on you and Peter, but mostly you. Tony’s eyes followed you as you swayed, Peter’s hand supporting your lower back, “I see you’re holding her up,” He motioned towards Peter as you took another sip of wine, “How much has she had,”
“I lost count, but you know her,” Peter spoke, “She’s almost as bad as you,” He somewhat joked, watching Tony smile.
“I’m fiiiinne,” Your voice drew out, “I’m just bored, so I’m drinking. Sue me,” You groaned, turning to Peter, you studied him and how close he stood next to you, “Can we go dance,”
Peter’s eyes widened as he met Tony’s gaze. Tony sent him a suggestive gaze, “Yeah Pete,” He smirked, “You two should go dance, that’d be a much easier way to hold her up,”
“Pleaase,” You almost begged, “I can’t drink if I’m dancing,” You set your glass down, throwing up your hands in your defense.
“I guess that’s true,” Peter agreed, “Excuse us,” He spoke to Tony who sent him a lovey-dovey look, “Mr. Stark, please,” He muttered, leading you away from Tony and to the gala’s live string quartet.
“I love the violin,” You drunkenly gushed, “I’ve always wanted to play,” You twirled out of Peter’s hold as you entered the floor, bumping into a couple who slowly swayed to the sound. A laugh bubbled from your lips.
“I’m sorry,” Peter spoke, “Sweetheart, be careful,” He played along with your roles for the night.
“Hm, sweetheart?” You questioned as his hands fell against the fabric of your dress, “Out of all the pet names, you pick sweetheart?”
“What? You want me to call you dear? Like we’re sixty and unhappy,” Peter’s claim made you laugh, “I know better than to call you baby,” He spoke quietly, watching your nose wrinkle, “That’s what I thought,”
“It’s just so formal,” You teased, “I thought the gala was formal enough, but sweetheart? I’m swooning, darling,”
“Ah, darling,” Peter spoke as you brought a new pet name to light, “I still think sweetheart fits you,” The two of you moved in sync without a second thought as your conversation could barely be heard over the romantic strings.
“I know,” You smiled, “I’m a delight, the sweetest at the compound,” You played along.
“No,” Peter continued, “I think that’s Mr. Stark. But you’re a close second,” He spun you in his hold. His eyes studied you as you twirled before him, your hair bouncing as you smiled, a laugh falling between your lips. Your red lipstick no longer sat evenly on your skin from the amount of drink you had. Peter wondered if he should tell you, wondering if you wished to reapply the seductive red shade, however his eyes took you in instead, “You’re pretty,” The words slipped almost silently past his lips.
In an attempt to cover his claim, Peter pulled you back in, making your head spin. His action was quick, or so you thought, maybe you were just drunk, “Did you- did you just?” You stuttered, somehow his quiet claim made your heart flutter slightly. Peter’s dominant hand left the small of your back as it found its way to the side of your neck.
“How do you feel about me right now?” Peter questioned, it took everything in him to hold your eye contact, his body begging his gaze to fall to the necklace that sat against your skin.
You stared into his brown eyes, his gaze reflected sickly sweet puppy love back into your lone glance, “You called me pretty,” Was all you managed to speak, lost in Peter’s imploring gaze.
“Yeah… yeah I did. And how’d that make you feel?” Peter questioned, “Do you like it when I call you pretty?” He was no longer hesitant, realizing you probably will not remember most of the night, in the morning. Peter stared at your stunned expression, taken aback by his words, “You’re not saying no,”
“I’m just-“ You stuttered. The room twirled and you were unsure if it was from your moving feet or Peter’s sweet words. Returning to Peter’s hold, your hand fell to his chest defensively.
“I-I didn’t think you could get any prettier,” Peter spoke, words intertwining with the playing strings. Clearing his throat, he attempted to recover from his stuttered claim. Although he we determined to win your bet, you always managed to make him nervous, “Your hair looks nice curled and your eyes,” Peter rambled, “Your eyes are somehow making me more nervous than usual,” Your gaze was soft and intent, “and your dress,”
“Spare me,” You spoke, “Tony already gave me shit,” Your fingers fell from the fabric of Peter’s suit, touch trailing. Hand falling, it smoothed over the curve of your hip, “I guess I should have gone shorter,” Your eyes found a handful of women in short dresses.
“No-” His voice was almost desperate, “no- I mean. I like this dress,” He watched you raise your brows, eyes narrowing. Peter pulled you closer to him, building up the courage to express his next claim, “I’d rather think about what’s under it,” His voice was somehow smooth, “rather than seeing you in a short dress,”
“Y-Yeah?” You questioned, looking up at Peter’s blushed complexion. You felt your system warm, the alcohol still having an effect over you, “Want to see what’s under it?”
“W-What?” Peter questioned, his dancing pace slowing, “Y/N,” He laughed nervously. You were doing it again, being a horny drunk, “You’re drunk,”
“And you’re winning,” You admitted, “as much as I hate to say it,” The two of you stood on the dancefloor as the others danced around you. Your hands found their way to Peter’s chest, snaking up to his neck until your fingertips brushed against his warm cheeks, “You’re hot,”
“Y/N,” Peter spoke your name, as if he was trying to make sure that all of this was not a dream.
“Bathroom,” You interrupted.
“What?” Peter questioned, wondering if he heard you correctly, “Bathroom?” He watched you nod, feeling nerves rush through him, thinking all that alcohol finally caught up to you, “Yeah- yeah okay,” He helped you navigate your way off the dancefloor.
“Slow down,” You spoke, a little out of breath from keeping up with Peter’s gate in your heels.
Peter felt your fingers tickle against his skin, not realizing he had grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowds. He felt his confidence begin to crumble as he grew further and further away from the crowd.
The two of you traveled down the museum’s large stairs to the lower galleries and bathrooms. You felt the room begin to spin as you attempted to navigate the large concrete steps, “Shit,” You laughed, “These stairs are going to kick my ass,”
“Here,” Peter spoke, his hand fell from your hold. Reaching out, he wrapped an arm around you.
His hold steadied you but equally weakened your knees. Peter’s fingers dug into your shoulder as you looked towards him.
“What?” Peter questioned. Your gate slowed as you studied his face. You never thought he could get more handsome, but here he was helping you down a large staircase like you were some princess in a giant castle.
Did that make him the prince? Of course it did.
“I’m fucked,” You laughed, your claim was under your breath, however Peter’s hearing still picked up on it.
The claim, unknown to him, was because you found yourself falling even harder for him; however, he thought you were about to get sick. Slipping his free hand behind your knees, he easily scooped you up, literally sweeping you off your feet.
“What are you-“ You felt your face heat up at the sudden advancement, “What if someone sees- there’s cameras-“
Peter did not respond, he was far too focused on getting you to the bathroom. The remaining flight of stairs passed quickly under his shiny black shoes. Turning the stair’s corner, he brought you to the bathroom door that was tucked under the concrete stairs.
“What-What was that?” You questioned, hands gripping Peter’s shoulder, while the other found his hand that gripped underneath your thigh.
“I- What? What do you mean?” Peter questioned right back, “I thought you had too much to drink,”
“I just wanted to freshen up,” You stared back at him, realizing just how close the two of you were.
“Oh,” Peter spoke, embarrassment reddened his ears as he stared right back at you. Walking towards the wall, he pressed your open back against the concrete wall.
“Pete-“ You vocalized as the cold wall touched your heated skin. Your back arched away and towards him in his hold. Realizing your tone, your gaze fell to the floor.
Peter watched as your chest rose and fell heavily in front of him. The skin of your chest was peaking out with each intake, and it silently begged for his lips. He wanted to kiss you- well, he wanted to kiss you every moment he spent with you- but especially in this moment. Rounding his shoulders he brought his face in front of your downturned gaze. He grew closer and closer with each passing moment, eyes fixed on your own. He breathed a shaken breath, palms growing sweating as he inched closer to your lips.
Like ripping off a bandage, Peter was quick and rough. His lips pressed against yours, pushing you against the museum’s wall. You groaned against him in response to the impact, before kissing him back slightly. However, before you could fully reciprocate, you heard a pair of heels descending the stairs.
“Peter-” You stuttered against his lips, hands pushing against his chest. You buried yourself further into the wall in an attempt to escape his advancement, “Get- Let go-” You watched as your words finally registered in Peter’s brain, his hands dropping you to the floor. You struggled to keep your balance in your black heels. Without a thought, you turned and rushed off into the bathroom.
You placed your hands on the porcelain sink as you stared at yourself in the mirror. If you were not wearing makeup you would have probably splashed your face with cold water, or hell, you would have even slapped some sense into yourself. Suddenly the sound of the bathroom door made you stand up straight. You did not dare to turn your head, to check if it was Peter. You watched as a woman, a little older than you, smiled at you through the mirror. You gave her a weak smile in return, head still spinning in response to the kiss.
You needed to pull yourself together. You were slipping right into Peter’s grasp, not that it was a bad thing, you were just way too competitive. You wanted to win. Opening your small purse, you removed your lipstick. As you applied the shade to your lips, you were far too lost in thought. Staring back at yourself, you were surprised to see that you had mindlessly applied the satin formula.
The woman who had made her way into the bathroom now stood next to you at the sinks. You rubbed your lips together, blending the color evenly, “Having a good night?” You questioned her, preparing yourself for any conversation you would have with Peter.
“Oh yes,” She smiled, washing her hands gingerly, not wanting to bump her diamond bracelets against the porcelain, “I’m sorry for asking- you probably hear this a lot but, what is it like working for Tony Stark?”
**
Peter rocked up and down on his expensive dress shoes. You were taking fairly long. Peter had already calmed himself down in the men’s room after your heated kiss. But now, he knew he would have had time to relieve himself instead. What was wrong with him? It would not have been the first time he had touched himself to the thought of you, but it still felt wrong.
He kicked at the concrete floor, frustrated that your kiss was interrupted so quickly. Suddenly, Peter was pulled out of his thoughts as you exited the bathroom with the woman. You laughed beside her as you locked eyes with Peter, “It was a pleasure talking to you, Y/N,” The woman smiled, lightly setting a hand on your arm, “I’m sorry for keeping her,” She spoke to Peter.
Peter nodded out of courtesy as the two of you watched her climb the large stairs, “What was that about?” Peter questioned, taken aback by the sound of his own voice.
“Oh,” You spoke almost too casually, “She was asking me about Tony. Wanted to know what he’s like outside of the public eye, you know?”
“Yeah?” Peter laughed slightly, “I can imagine you only said nice things,” He joked, knowing how you and Tony bicker, “Obviously,”
“Oh of course,” You joked back. You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. You watched Peter laugh beside you, leaning into you, and that is when you remembered the kiss. You must have visibly stiffened because it caused Peter to freeze as well.
“Y/N,” Peter spoke, watching you hesitate to meet his eyes.
You wanted to touch him, pull him against you and into the kiss that was so rudely interrupted. You wanted him to fill your free time, to watch his eyes squint whenever he smiled at your crude, dry humor, “You win,”
“What?” Peter questioned, laughing slightly. Then it registered, the smile faded on his lips and a slight red flush occupied his ears and cheeks, “Oh,”
“Yeah,” You nodded slowly, “It pains me to say it, but,” You groaned, “God I hate this,” You felt Peter’s fingers tickle the skin of your wrist. Your gaze flashed to the skin on skin contact and then the bathroom door.
“What?” Peter questioned again.
“Peter,” You motioned towards the door with your eyes.
“W-Wha- No! Y/N,” Peter stuttered, “No,” His voice was assertive as you almost pouted in front of him.
You bounced on your feet, silently pleading with him. He stood his ground, “Fine. But maybe I’ll change my mind later,”
“I don’t think you will,” Peter spoke, watching you physically wither, “Come on,” He took your hand and began to lead you up the staircase. You reluctantly followed at his heels, dreading what was to come next.
***
You have made it through three separate conversations with complete strangers, all while Peter’s hand rested on the small of your back. To make matters worse, you now locked eyes with Tony. The fake smile that once parted your lips completely faded in his presence, “The kid still needs to be holding you up?” Tony teased as you gave Pepper a genuine smile.
“Pepper, I don’t know how you put up with him,” You spoke, “Sadly I’m sober,” Tony raised a brow at your statement, watching Peter’s hand return to his side.
“I’m surprised she didn’t bite your hand off,” Tony smiled as a woman approached your group with a tray of champagne, “Thank you,” He spoke to her before he passed the group glasses. He brought his lips around the rim of the thin glass, “You starting to warm up to my intern?”
“He’s tolerable company,” You smiled back, taking a large sip of champagne, “Couldn’t say the same about you though,” The tension between you and Tony hung in the air as Peter and Pepper both apologized to each other silently.
“Why don’t we get some air,” Peter suggested, hand returning back to you. He watched you finishing what remained in your glass before giving him a pressed smile.
“Sure,” You nodded, “Nice seeing you Pepper,” Your eyes did not dare fall over to Tony. You watched his hold tighten on Pepper as Peter’s did the same to you.
The two of you made your way towards a secluded exit, avoiding the paparazzi that waited for everyone outside, “Can’t you just play nice for a night?” Peter questioned after your long silence.
“It’s not like- He does that shit on purpose,” You spoke, motioning back towards the door you found yourself outside, “He always has something to say- something to get under my skin. And it’s not like you stepped in and told him to stop,”
“I like seeing you all worked up,” Peter spoke, not realizing how his claim sounded until it passed through his lips. You looked up at him, “Not- Not in a weird way- Well-“ He stuttered. Peter did like it in a weird way. He liked seeing you flustered.
You watched Peter stumble over his words, his gaze falling off of you, “Mm,” You hummed, your tone was teasing.
“I said not in a weird way,” Peter spoke, watching you lean into his, studying his blushed skin, “Y/N,”
“How then?” You questioned, “I’m dying to know,” Bringing your fingertips to a hair that hung against his forehead, pushing it back into his gelled hair, “Your hair looks so dumb,” You teased.
Taking your wrist, he brought you around the building’s corner, out of sight from anyone who would exit the door. He listened to your mumbled complaints before he took hold of both of your arms. Peter pushed you against the concrete building. The cool surface made you hiss before Peter’s hands snaked up your arms to your face. He cupped your cheeks roughly as he brought his lips to yours for a second time.
And you were so glad he did.
Your hands found his black tie, tugging on it. You loosened the fabric, feeling Peter sigh out of relief. You do not know why you started undressing him, but now your fingers fumbled against his white shirt’s small buttons, “Hey, hey,” He almost laughed against your lips, “Slow down,”
“I just want to touch you,” You admitted, pushing aside the white fabric, studying the soft skin of his neck and chest.
“I thought you loved Prada,” Peter joked. He watched you study the suit. Your eyes scanned his body before falling right back to his skin. Little did you know, Peter had asked Tony specifically for a Prada suit after he heard you obsessing over their latest campaign.
“I-I do.” You spoke, “But… I told you- You win,” Your hands held both sides of his shirt’s collar, “Swing me somewhere,”
Peter watched as you pulled yourself closer, your eyes studying his lips. He was clearly an idiot, not acting on impulse. Peter had wanted you for so long, and he hated how this was all happening now, “I, I don’t have my suit on me,” He rambled, watching you pout in front of him. Words mumbled past your lips as you tried to protest, “It’s not like I can just swing you off as Peter Parker, Y/N, I’m an intern tonight. Right? So I can’t just swing you through the city to do whatever I want to you,”
The words fell from Peter’s lips, making yours curl into a subtle smile, “What would you do?”
“What?” Peter questioned, watching you lean back against the building.
“You’d do whatever you wanted to me?” You repeated, “What would you do to me?” Peter stood, disheveled in front of you. His once pressed and buttoned shirt was wrinkled by your hands.
Peter took a step back from you, “Please,” He mumbled, fixing the collar of his shirt. Your eyes studied him before wandering, “What?”
That is when you spotted Tony’s empty limo.
“Y/N,” Peter’s voice warned as you took hold of his wrist.
“Please?” You questioned, dragging him towards the parked limo.
“Someone will see,” Peter argued back, however, he still allowed you to drag him into the lot of limos and cars.
“Yeah, in a self driving, tinted, bomb and bullet proof limo,” Your words were sarcastic and the two of you neared the limo, “Friday,” You spoke, reaching out to the limo’s hidden keyboard.
“Y/N,” The system responded, “How may I be of service?”
“Unlock the limo please,” Your hand slipped from Peter’s wrist to his sweating palm.
“Mr. Stark has installed a security protocol for you entering the limo,” Friday explained, making you scoff, “The question is: Who is the world’s greatest boss?”
Your lips pressed into a line as you dreaded answering the question, “Tony Stark,”
“Incorrect,” Friday spoke, making you groan out loud.
Your hold on Peter’s hand tightened, “He made me say it and then- and then he just made the answer some bullshit I won’t figure out-“ You felt Peter’s fingers slip between your own, calming you for a moment, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Hey, Friday,” Peter spoke, “Hey. It’s- It’s me, Peter,”
“Hello Peter,” Friday spoke.
“Yeah, h-hi. Would you be able to let us in please?”
“Of course, Peter,” The two of you watched as the limo door opened.
Turning towards you, Peter studied your annoyed expression, “Still want to go in?” He questioned with sweaty palms.
“I’m not letting Tony kill the mood,” You scoffed, bending your shoulders in order to enter the low limo, “I bet he planned this,”
Peter followed you, listening to your mumbled complaints, “Friday, could you go offline? Please?”
”Of course Peter,” The system spoke, “All audio and video recording will be offline until further instructions,” You whipped your head towards Peter, pampered hair twirling slightly, “Uh- Unless you don’t want to do anything anymore,”. He felt his heart rate begin to accelerate as you crawled towards him on the leather seat.
“I thought there was so much you wanted to do to me,” You teased, watching Peter’s shoulders stiffen slightly, “Unless you don’t,”
“I do,” Peter spoke at an embarrassing rate, “I mean… yes,” His words slowed as he studied the fabric of your dress. His gaze trailed over the dark fabric until it found your neckline, the fabric dripping as you leaned in front of him. Peter quickly brought his eyes to yours, not knowing which sight made him more nervous.
“Okay,” You responded. Picking up your knee, you brought it over Peter’s legs. You slowly lowered onto his lap, “This okay?” You felt as if your heart could pound out of your chest.
“Yeah,” Peter chuckled nervously. Your actions were killing him and he did not know if he would be able to hold back. Peter felt the weight of you on his lap, hoping you would not feel just how hard you were making him. Bringing his hands to your thighs, he pushed past the soft fabric of your dress. The fabric pooled around his wrist as his hands trailed up your legs, “shit,”
“Peter,” His name fell quietly past your lips as you placed your hands on his chest, fingertips on his collarbones. You heard him hum in response to his name, “What- What are you going to do?” You attempted to keep up the act, however, being this close to Peter was making you crumble.
“R-Right,” Peter breathed out, feeling his lungs shake as he took in a sharp breath. He studied the skin of your neck as you stared at him. Peter closed the space between the two of you, lips finding the skin he had been studying. His kisses varied, some soft yet some hungry. Peter’s lips parted, his kisses becoming more sloppy as his fingers dug into your plush skin coaxing a whimper from your lips.
The limo air hung heavy with every heated kiss and breath the two of you exchanged. Bringing your hand to Peter’s head, your fingers took hold of his hair. You pulled him away from your neck before you brought your lips to his. Your kisses were equally as hungry and making up for lost time. Hands still exploring his hair, you raked through the gel that held it in place.
You let out a sigh of relief as you messed with Peter’s gelled hair. A slight smile curled on your lips as you kissed him, “What?” Peter questioned, lips not even an inch away from yours. His eyes studied your smile, teeth appearing between your lips.
“Your hair,” You spoke, leaning back to study it, “Did Tony tell you to wear it like that?”
“N-No,” Peter replied, “I always put gel in. I just used more this time,”
“Yeah well,” You played with a piece of hair that hung out of place, “I like it better like this,”
“Yeah?” Peter smiled.
“Mhm,” You hummed, fingers running through his locks.
“Then I guess I’ll have you do my hair for the next gala,” Peter added.
“Okay,” You answered quietly, eyes now falling to his lips.
“Alright,” Peter smiled, leaning back into you. His lips found yours once more, finding the rhythm the two of you previously shared.
Peter had no idea how he ever survived this long without kissing you. The feeling of your body and lips pressed against him was enough to drive him insane. He melted against you, fully giving into you. His touch continued to trail up your skin, fingers now tracing the curve of your hips and waist, “Y/N,” Peter breathed out, “Are we doing this? Because I feel like I’m losing my mind-“
“Y-Yeah,” You stuttered, coming back to reality, “We better hurry before Tony realizes we’re gone,” You watched as Peter’s brows furrowed for a moment, “What?”
“I want to take my time with you,” He admitted, “I’m not really a quickie kind of guy,”
“Quickie? What are you, a teenager?” You teased slightly, “You can have me when we get back to the compound,” Peter’s gaze fell from your eyes to the tinted window out of embarrassment, “Yeah? Sound fair?”
“Yeah,” Peter spoke, hands leaving your waist and falling onto the fabric of his dress pants. The sound of his zipper made you realize that you were actually about to fuck him and none of this was a dream, “Let’s make this quick then,”
You brought your lips to his in a rough kiss, pushing Peter’s back fully against the limo’s seat. You raised yourself off of Peter’s lap, allowing him to push the fabric of his pants down his thighs. Suddenly, you felt Peter’s finger push your underwear aside, finger running through your wet folds. This caught you off guard, making you jump, body freezing against him.
“You’re so wet,” Peter almost laughed, “How long have you been like this?”
“The Prada got me pretty quick,” You admitted slightly.
“Yeah?” Peter smiled, “It wasn’t the fake dating?”
“S-Shut up,” You stuttered as Peter’s touch returned for another swift motion between your legs, “We d-don’t have time for this,” You spoke, hoping Peter’s teasing would cease as embarrassment flooded your cheeks.
“Right, no foreplay,” Peter spoke, “Not that you seem to need it right now,” He teased, watching your brows furrow, “Right, right,” Peter spoke, pulling a condom out from the inner pocket of his suit jacket.
“You, you brought a condom?” You stared at the foil in disbelief, for some reason Peter’s action stirred the butterflies that sat in your stomach.
“Y-Yeah,” Peter admitted, “I have one on me if I ever think I have a chance with you… and also when I don’t,” Opening the condom, he attempted to distract himself from your quiet laughter above him.
The laughter continued to bubble past your lips. You were not laughing at Peter, but at how stupid you were for waiting this long to act on your feelings. Somewhere between your laughs, Peter had rolled the condom down the length of his dick.
“What?” Peter questioned your laughter as he pushed the fabric of your underwear aside.
“N-Nothing,” You stuttered, catching your breath from your laughs, “I just- I feel like I don’t deserve you,”
Reaching out, Peter covered your mouth. He somehow felt himself grow even harder as the claim left your lips. His dick bounced, attracting your gaze. You felt your face heat up as you took in the sight before you.
Removing his large hand, Peter caught you in a heated kiss. It was a kiss by definition, however it was sloppy and hungry with barely any rhythm to it. As you lost yourself in decoding it, Peter had lined himself up underneath you and began to enter you.
“S-Shit,” Peter stuttered at how tight you sat around his dick. You were so wet for him and he entered you easily, “fuck,”
“P-Peter,” You returned his stuttering, his name falling past your lips as you felt the size of him, “God- shit, you’re big,”
“Right,” Peter laughed as you gave him the classic, cliche line. But he was big and you were not sure if you could thank the spider bite for that or not.
However, as the single thought crossed your mind, it soon left as Peter began to bounce you above him, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs, “Ffffuck,” You moaned from the pressure of Peter’s hands combined with the rhythm he started.
“God you sound so pretty,” Peter groaned as his head tilted back against the seat’s headrest. Your hands, once bunching the fabric of his dress shirt, now traveled to his collar. Your fingers fumbled to unbutton his shirt, hungry for the sight of his soft skin.
As soon as the skin of his chest was visible, your shoulders rounded and lips attached to his collarbone. His skin passed your lips as your teeth marked him, earning a moan from his parted lips.
“Y/N-“ The pain from your mark making only made Peter thrust into you harder and faster, “shit,”
Your hands fell to either side of Peter’s head, holding onto the seat as Peter fucked you. Peter was still holding back, but at this strength, you were still going to be hurting in the morning. You bit into the skin of his shoulder, trying to suppress your moans that only grew louder; screams threatening to replace them, “P-Peter-“ You somehow attempted to speak his name.
“I-I,” Peter almost stuttered, “hate to say it but I’m really close,” He watched as you pulled your face out from his neck, now studying him. He was falling apart below you, everything about you making him weak. Somehow, he felt as if he was becoming weaker just at the sight of you, “Y/N,”
Peter looked as if he was holding on for you, brows furrowed as his teeth dug into the skin of his bottom lip. As you studied his lips, you decided to bring yours to his jaw, showering him in kisses. Some were sloppy and some were rougher than others as you attempted to help Peter over the edge he was holding onto, “Want you to cum,” You whispered against his skin, “Cum for me. Please?”
“S-Shit,” Peter breathed out. The curse rang with a slight laugh as you relieved him. With a few more rough thrusts, Peter filled the condom that was deep inside of you, “I-I wanted to last longer,” He informed, however his claim was cut short by your lips finding his own.
“Later,” You reminded him, “If you still want to-“
“I do-“ Peter interrupted. Clearing his throat at his desperation, he spoke again, “Yeah, yeah I’d like that,”
“Yeah,” You smiled, “I’d like that too,” You studied him as you still sat on his lap. However, that is when you remembered where you two were, “Shit-“ You raised yourself off of his lap. A shutter traveled through you as Peter quickly exited you.
“W-What?” Peter questioned awkwardly as the filled condom fell against the fabric of his shirt. Pulling it off of his dick, he tied it off before tossing it in the limo’s trash.
“How long has it been?” You questioned, nervousness rushing through you at the thought of the gala being over.
Your question made Peter’s shoulders round, wishing the limo’s seat would engulf him, “Was… was I that bad?”
“What?” You questioned as you collected yourself, looking out of the limo’s tinted window, “Wh- No- No. I-I meant how long have we been in here,”
“Oh,” Peter spoke, attempting to make himself look presentable as well, “We should get back to the gala, “Hey- hey Friday, could you come back online please,”
“Of course Peter,” The system spoke as you placed your hand on the limo’s handle.
“W-Wait- hold on I’m almost-” Peter spoke but his claim was interrupted by your low voice.
“Maybe we shouldn’t get out at the same time… in case anyone sees,” Your words were cautious as if you were dancing around an insult, “Anyone being like the media… or-”
“Or Phil?” Peter questioned quite quickly.
“You know what I mean,” You spoke back defensively, “We don’t need any attention drawn towards you or a Stark controversy,”
“I know,” Peter responded, however you were already halfway out of the limo’s door.
Stepping into the cool night air, you took in a sharp breath. You did not mean to hurt Peter’s feelings, but it was just second nature to you. You always said the wrong things and somehow found yourself in arguments, but Peter was the last person you wanted to upset.
“Needed to cool off?” You heard Tony’s voice call out.
“Not now,” You groaned, however you dropped the attitude as you saw the rest of the group not too far behind him, “Party’s over?”
“Yeah you missed it. Where’s Pete? Was he holding your hair after all those drinks?” Tony asked, eyes scanning for Peter. You walked back towards the limo, hoping to warn Peter of the group’s presence before they could catch up. Opening the door you stuck your head into the vehicle, “I’m surprised Friday even let you in there,” Tony spoke as he approached you from behind. He waited for a remark from you. After all, he programmed the question just to mention you, however you were silent. Sticking his head in, he caught the last glimpse of what exactly was going on in his limo.
You pushed Peter away, who as soon as you entered the limo had caught you in a quite passionate kiss, “Not- not now-“
“Do I even want to sit in this limo?” Tony’s voice questioned, making you jump away from Peter’s hold. You sat down, putting a seat between the two of you, “My limo, may I add. God, I don’t even want to think about what you two did in here. And where you did it”
“Mr. Stark,” Peter spoke, the group’s presence unknown to him after he stopped you in your tracks as you entered the limo to warn him, “We didn’t…”
“Yeah Pete, real convincing,” Tony looked around as he climbed into the limo, calculating where the safest place to sit might be, “Could you please just let me know if I’m about to sit in the splash zone or something,”
“I…I swear to fucking god,” You groaned, fingers now rubbing circles into your temples, “Can we all just get in and leave?”
“Why?” Tony questioned, attempting to hold eye contact with you as the rest of the Avengers piled into the limo, “Is there just something you’re dying to finish when we get back?”
“If something did happen tonight, shouldn’t you be glad? Took them long enough,” Natasha spoke, giving you a slight grin. Her red hair, once pulled back taut, now had a few loose pieces that fell against her cheekbones, “Plus, spare me. I’m getting a migraine from all that wine,”
“I’m trying to spare you” Tony spoke, fingers falling against his chest. Raising his opposite hand, he flashed the foil wrapper that sat between his fingers, “I don’t know what seat is safe,”
“Peter,” You groaned, covering your eyes as Tony tossed the wrapper towards you. You rubbed your temples as you heard Peter stutter from where he sat on your left.
“I mean,” Tony spoke, pouring himself another glass of whiskey from the limo’s bar, “I didn’t think you’d actually do it. Good for you kid, she’s way out of your league,” Taking a sip, he looked towards you. “So much for lone wolf,”
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KINKTOBER 8: Peter Parker x Cunnilingus
Make it up
Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Tags: Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Praise
! Smut Warning !
Awaiting your boyfriend's return was anything but unusual, it was almost a nightly occurrence, though it was far different on nights like these. You'd - to Peter's own knowledge - organised an idle, restful night in together - having prepared a meal for the pair of you and selected a film you knew would be well received.
Everything was perfect, well, everything besides Peter's complete absence despite the hour's passing from your agreed time.
The food was beyond cold, and you were beyond pissed, comfortably stationed atop your mattress as you flicked over your phone screen, further impatient as time ticked by.
Totally startled by the soft taps against your window, you whipped your head in the according direction - met with the familiar face of your mask-clad boyfriend behind the glass.
Slipping a heavy, repressed huff, you took a stance, strolling towards the windowsill - curling your fingers over the handle before sliding the lower-pane up.
"You don't need to do that, you know? My parents aren't home." You reasoned, tone noticeably flat.
Peter chuckled, breathy beneath his mask. Clambering through the gap, he yanked the material over his face, discarding it atop your narrow, chipped windowsill as he sealed the opening.
"I know I'm late, baby, I'm so sorry." He practically beseeched, hair ruffled from its previous compression. "I got caught up."
"It's fine."
It was somewhat fine, more so agitating. Truthfully, you were certainly most irritated by your cooking going to waste.
"Seriously, I'm really sorry, okay?" He continued, "Can we reorganise?"
Mulling it over for a moment, you somehow found yourself far closer to tired than angry.
Sporting a decided, brisk inhale, you slumped back upon the comfortability of your bed before granting your response, "Alright, but I'm ordering food next time. Too much effort."
Slouching right beside you, Peter pressed a soft, sweet peck to your lips, "I know how much effort you put in, I'm so lucky to have you. Let me make it up to you, yeah?"
Intrigued, you fought to compress an approaching smirk, simply raising a brow before parting your lips to speak, "Make it up to me how?"
Slowly, Peter snaked his frame between your legs, carefully parting your thighs as his gaze flickered up to your own.
"Relax for me, yeah?" He breathed, suit-covered fingers creeping beneath the soft, linen waistband of your sweatpants, "Gonna make you feel good, baby."
Stomach whirring with an overwhelming anticipation, you shuffled against the cozy, lenient support of bundled pillows behind you, wholly allowing yourself to sink back as the thick, warming fabric was slid down your legs.
Leaving them loosely resting over your ankles, Peter inched his head nearer, sultry exhales caressing your arousal as your dampened panties followed suit - soon coating the very same joint.
With a quite slack grasp, the thick, smooth flesh of your upper-thighs was kneaded beneath the hold of his hands. Next thing you knew, the slick, humid chamber of his mouth suddenly latched to your wetness, tongue trailing steady stripes over your clit.
At the abrupt contact, a gentle, airy mewl escaped your lips, nimble fingers curling over the sheets as Peter's licks began to vastly quicken.
"Shit.." You breathed, teeth harshly clamped to the plush of your lip.
With a rapid rhythm, the very tip of his tongue flicked at your now pulsing clit, suddenly contriving a pattern of sliding his tongue in and out of your hole.
Desperate rushes of whimpers and moans could do nothing but spill from your lips, practically flooding from your mouth as you only melted against the sensations.
Without so much as a mere moments notice, Peter began so softly suckling at your clit, deep, tawny stare directly channeled to your own.
He, yet again, offered your uncovered thighs a rather brusque, gentle squeeze - retracting ever so slightly, "God, you taste good.." He uttered, much alike a groan as his words came muffled against your sopping cunt.
Once more, he resumed the forceful, fulfilling thrusts of his skilful tongue within the soaked, clenching tightness of your entrance, simultaneously raising a finger to toy with your clit.
At that, a keen, stifled gasp darted from the prison of your throat.
The hot, all too familiar breath of a chuckle stroked the drenched surface of your cunt, "So sensitive, huh?"
The flaw-lacking, speedy strikes continued to spread throughout your hole, clit swelling against its stimulation - lower-stomach suddenly due to become accustomed to a well-known, pleasureful buzz.
Thin, agile fingers both tracing and satisfying your utmost sensitivity, your clenches rather exceedingly intensified, the anticipated knot within your stomach yanked far tighter.
Clearly picking up on such heightened tension, Peter brought further expertise to his motions, dragging you to the very brink of your release.
Orgasm hitting you with nothing short of full force, a quite breathy, wavering moan fled your lips, arousal peaking as your satisfied, sensitised nerves twitched upon your boyfriend's tongue.
With your body's - inherently pathetic - attempt to cool, the entire length of your legs trembled as you regulated from the release. Withdrawing his head from its placement between your thighs, Peter pressed another sweet, tender peck to the pillow of your lips.
Alright, perhaps it hadn't exactly followed the original plan, though maybe the evening hadn't worked out so terribly after all.
Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the asks feature on my page for requests of oneshots/drabbles/blurbs etc.. would be greatly appreciated, though I will be responding to them after kinktober since i’m doing the full month! <3
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I should be doing uni work but instead, I'm thinking about -
Giving virgin!Peter Parker a handjob:
You're just casually making out on his bed, you're sitting on top of him and start to feel his boner against your leg
Which kinda excites you, ya know? You effortlessly get this cute boy up and going
Although he's flustered and awkward about it, you're more than willing to get him off
He just can't keep quiet, whimpering and moaning as you slowly stroke him
Would probably cum real quick
Especially when you call him "baby" or "baby boy" and praise him
"You're such a good boy, Peter"
"Feels good, baby?"
Maybe feels a little embarrassed about it
Whispering the smallest "please" over and over again
He definitely has jacked off but having someone's hands around him is wildly different
And not just anyone's hand, it's YOUR hand
The sole thought of that could get him hot and bothered
Seeing Peter cumming his face off makes you want to suck his dick instead
Mouth-watering research idea
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when miguel bites people, he paralyzes them. smut writers do with that what you will 🙏
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Imagine your brother being Peter Parker’s childhood best friend, and Peter stays the night only to see you rummaging around in the kitchen at like 1am in nothing but panties and a long tshirt that just so happens to be one of his old ones. He gets a lil worked up and asks you for help 👀
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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 9
Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy Reader
Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist
Warnings: Fluff, SMUT PiV, oral
Word Count: 4.3K
Summary: Miguel and Felicia go on their first date.
Co-Author:@stclairesplace
New York, Earth-192
Felicia elegantly slips through the window of her luxurious penthouse. It's the same old story, another mission accomplished successfully. As the adrenaline high of her day slowly fades away, a sense of weariness begins to take hold, and the soreness in her shoulders and neck starts to spread, a reminder of the physical toll of her daring exploits.
Felicia heads towards her marble bathroom, intent on washing away the blood and sweat from her latest mission. As she prepares to step into the shower, her wristwatch suddenly chimes, alerting her to an incoming call from LYLA. Curious, she taps her watch, summoning LYLA's holographic projection in front of her.
“What’s up, LYLA?”
LYLA hastily scanned their surroundings to ensure no one was lurking in the apartment before leaning in close to Felicia. In a conspiratorial whisper, she relayed the message, "Your man-hunk instructed me to tell you to call him as soon as you get back from your mission. He says it’s something 'important'." With a mischievous wink, LYLA's holographic projection disappeared, leaving Felicia intrigued by the secretive message.
Eager to know more, she took a quick shower, donned her coziest pair of sweats, and made herself comfortable on her couch. Lifting her watch, she fiddled with it, determined to figure out how to page Miguel. After about 5 minutes of this, the watch begins to ring as it calls him.
“Hola hermosa, how was the mission today?”
“Oh, you knoooowww. The usual ass-kicking adventure that I always win in the end.” She shrugs confidently. “LYLA told me to call you as soon as I could, is everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine, I just wanted to ask you what your plans are for the night. Doing something special?”
“Well I was hoping you were going to be my something special since we were so deliberately interrupted the last time.”
Miguel chuckles at the comment, “I will seriously never forgive LYLA for that.”
“But why are you asking, Big Guy? You tynna be my something special?” She teases.
“I’m just thinking about that little agreement we made. Where if I kiss you-“
“You have to take me on a real date.” Realization finally dawns on Felicia’s face. “Is the big bad Miguel O’Hara finally taking me out on a date?!” She taunts him.
“More like telling you sweetheart.” Felicia could feel a chill shoot down her spine at Miguel’s demand. “Wear something nice and I’ll pick you up at your place at 7 tonight.”
“Oh, I love it when you’re bossy.” She purrs. “I’ll be waiting for you, big boy.”
A few hours passed and Felicia was giddy with excitement waiting for Miguel to knock on her door and take her out for their date. As she sifted through her stolen jewels, searching for the perfect ones to complement her outfit, Felicia couldn't help but notice the genuine happiness etched in her smile. The last time she was this giddy was when she and Peter used to go out, and when she stole a Banksy two months ago. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She briskly walks over, heels clicking against the hardwood floor with each step.
As Felicia opens the door, she is greeted by the sight of Miguel leaning against the door frame, exuding an air of confidence and allure. His relaxed posture accentuates his well-defined physique, and his attire perfectly complements his charm. Miguel stands at her doorway in a sleek ensemble, donning black dress pants that fit him perfectly. He pairs them with a tight-fitting, dark burgundy dress shirt, creating a sophisticated and stylish look that allows him to show off his muscles. The deep hue of the shirt adds a touch of elegance to his attire, complementing his overall appearance. A subtle grin plays on his lips, and his eyes meet Felicia's with a magnetic intensity, instantly captivating her. The combination of Miguel's irresistible presence leaves Felicia momentarily mesmerized, unable to look away from the captivating sight before her.
While Felicia takes a moment to admire him in such sophisticated attire, Miguel also takes very strong notice of what Felicia is wearing as well. Just upon simply opening the door, Felicia makes a stunning entrance, dressed in a chic solid black dress, paired with dazzling diamonds around her neck, wrist, and fingers. The dress flatters her figure with its tailored fit and stylish design. The square neckline adds a touch of sophistication, while the drawstring detail accentuates her waist. The split thigh adds a hint of allure to her outfit, striking a perfect balance between elegance and confidence. Together, Miguel and Felicia make a beautiful couple, their attire reflecting their styles while harmonizing with each other.
“Hi,” she shyly greets him with a soft simile.
“Hey gorgeous, you ready?” Miguel’s knowing smirk intrigued Felicia.
“Oh, you have no idea.” Felicia takes a step closer, looking up at him through her lashes.
“So, where are you takin’ me, Spider?”
“You’ll see.” His voice was laced with mischief. Miguel holds out his arms for her, which she takes without any hesitation in her body.
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As the autumn leaves gently danced around them, Miguel and Felicia strolled hand in hand through the bustling streets of New York City. The city's vibrant energy reverberated through their beings and with each step. Miguel had planned a special evening for Felicia, knowing all too well that her love for jazz ran deep within her. Approaching a dimly lit corner, they arrived at a charming jazz restaurant tucked away from the chaos of the city. Its warm ambiance and smooth melodies floating through the air instantly put them at ease. Felicia's eyes sparkled with surprise as she realized where they were heading, appreciating the thoughtfulness that mirrored Miguel's attention to detail.
The couple was led to a candlelit table, their seats intimately close, inviting an air of intimacy even amidst the crowd. As soon as the waiter hands them their menus and leaves Felicia speaks up, “So…” Felicia glances around. “I guess you did your homework. How’d you know I would like this place, and even jazz music for all that matter?”
Miguel sheepishly looks down at the menu he’s holding. He clears his throat before saying, “I remember how happy you were, listening to the music at the gala… and I um- I heard you talking to Jess about it when you were in the lounge room.”
Felicia smirked at the thought of him eavesdropping on her conversation. “You’re a sneaky little spider aren’t you?” She teases with a grin. “You know it’s really rude to listen to other people’s conversations, didn’t your mama teach you that?”
“Bite me.” He teases.
With their orders placed, the two continued their flirty banter, filling the intimate space between them like a symphony of playful whispers. It was a dance of words and winks, a secret language of attraction that only they understood. Their playful banter was a dance of words, a magnetic force drawing them closer with every quip and jest. Their fingers brushed as they reached for their wine glasses, the fleeting touch sending sparks of anticipation through them.
Miguel leaned in, his voice husky yet gentle, "You know, everything tonight was specifically chosen for you, mí Hermosa.”
Felicia felt her cheeks grow warm due to Miguel’s statement. Her bashful expression was illuminated by the soft golden glow of the candles. Her voice laced with mischief, she replied, "Oh really? And what else do you have planned to please me?"
A knowing smile danced across Miguel's lips. "Well, aside from this dinner, how about we move along to Stage 2 of my plan for us?" he suggested, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Their food arrived, plated with precision, but the melodies wafting across the room seized their attention. Forks, poised in mid-air, were forgotten as their eyes locked, silently speaking a shared language of anticipation. Without breaking their intense gaze, Miguel extended his hand across the table, fingers tenderly wrapping around Felicia's. His touch was a delicate caress that sent a delightful shiver coursing down her spine, a silent promise of the evening's magic yet to come.
"May I have this dance?" Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with invitation.
Felicia's eyes widened with a happy surprise. Delighted, she accepted his offer with a radiant smile, allowing Miguel to guide her gracefully onto the dance floor. The music enveloped them like a warm embrace as they swayed together.
Their bodies moved in perfect unison as their laughter became a language all their own, whispered in the rhythm of their dance. Playful spirits danced along with them, caught up in the intoxicating atmosphere of the moment. In that fleeting, magical moment, as they swayed to the sultry jazz, the small club and the bustling backdrop of New York City transformed into their private haven. The world outside faded to a distant hum, leaving only Miguel and Felicia cocooned in their own universe.
As the notes of the music faded into the night, the echo of their laughter filled the air, a testament to the magic they had shared. Miguel still holds Felicia close as they finish their dancing, before finishing their meals and leaving the quaint restaurant behind them.
“Hey,” Felicia grabs Miguel's attention, the dazzling city lights illuminating their cheerful faces. “Thank you, for tonight. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. I’m really glad I got to share it with you.” She leans up briefly to place a chaste kiss on his lips.
Miguel's eyebrows furrow as if confused, “You're acting like the night is over, Hermosa.” Now it was Felicia’s turn to care the puzzled expression. “We’re not done, yet.” He smirks down at the now, surprised expression on her face. He leans down to whisper softly in her ear, “C’mere, baby, one more thing we gotta do tonight.”
Like giggling children, the two runs down the sidewalk, taking a turn into a secluded ally, hidden from any sights of onlookers passing by. She peeks around the corner to make sure no one notices, only to turn around to see him completely covered in his signature blue and red Spider-Man suit.
“You ready?” He asks as he quickly types something into his watch.
“Ready for what, Mig?”
“You’ll see when we get there. But for now…” he pulls out a blindfold, slowly approaching her to wrap it around her eyes before continuing, “it remains a surprise.” He whispers.
“That’s a little kinky, Mig, but I’m into it.” She says with a devious smirk.
Miguel rolls his eyes at Felicia;’s comment. “Hold onto me.” He wraps an arm around her waist, ensuring her safety.
“Oh honey, you don’t have to tell me twice.” She wraps her arms around his neck before she feels him take off into the air swinging through the bustling streets of New York.
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New York, Earth-323
Miguel and Felicia swing gracefully through the colorful portal Miguel touches down softly on his feet, balancing effortlessly, while Felicia remains nestled securely against his chest.
“So where’d you take me, big guy?” Miguel's suit disintegrates to show his face. He guides her body to the edge of the building they stand on, but not too close where she could fall.
“To someplace that I think you’ll find quiet…” he removes the mask from her eyes, still standing behind her so she could take in the view all at once. “…exhilarating.”
Felicia's eyes adjust to the new change in light. Once she gathers her bearings, she takes in the extraordinary view in front of her. The once mundane streets of New York are quickly erased from her mind as she takes in the sight of such an incredible city, surrounded by the ethereal glow of bioluminescent water. Every bridge, every building, and every structure is adorned with this mesmerizing blue hue, creating a surreal and otherworldly atmosphere.
As she peers into the horizon, the towering skyscrapers become hidden among the lush trees and foliage that have seamlessly intertwined with the urban landscape. It's as if a magical forest has emerged from within the city, with branches and leaves reaching toward the sky, illuminated by the gentle radiance of the bioluminescent water.
The streets are lined with cobblestones that seem to shimmer under your feet, reflecting the enchanting blue light in a dance of colors. The waterways that flow through the city are alive with glowing aquatic creatures, illuminating the canals and rivers with their vibrant presence. As day turns to night, the city truly comes alive. The glow intensifies, casting a soft and soothing light on everything it touches. The buildings appear to blend seamlessly with nature as if they were grown from the very land they stand on. In this city, the boundaries between reality and fantasy are blurred, creating a truly unique and breathtaking experience for all who live here. It is a place where nature and human architecture coexist in perfect harmony, offering a glimpse into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary.
“What do you think?” Miguel asks in suspense.
“I think this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”
Felicia turns around to find Miguel only looking at her. The anticipation between them was palpable, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. Their hearts pounded in synchrony, fueling the electric atmosphere surrounding them.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down as their faces slowly inched closer. Their lips met in a gentle embrace, a soft and tender connection that ignited a flame within them. The kiss deepened, fueled by their unspoken desire that had been building for far too long. Their bodies pressed against one another, creating an undeniable chemistry that intensified with every touch. The kiss grew hotter, their breaths mingling, as their hands hungrily explored each other's curves. They lost themselves in the sensation, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing them closer.
Suddenly, Miguel reached into his pocket and grabbed his watch. With a mischievous smile, he typed a command, unleashing a swirling portal of light. Without breaking their intense embrace, they stumbled through the gateway, bursting into Miguel's lavish penthouse.
New York, Earth-928
As they stumbled through the elegant living room, their passion unchecked, they laughed and playfully bumped into furniture. The room seemed to fade into the background as they stumbled their way toward Miguel's bedroom, following their instincts and the tantalizing promise of what lay ahead.
Finally reaching their destination, they collapsed onto the plush bed, Felicia falling on top of Miguel's chest, their lips never parting for a moment. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy of desire, their bodies entwined with an urgency that spoke volumes of their longing. Time ceased to exist as they melted into each other, lost in a blissful symphony of pleasure. Each touch, each kiss, each moan was a testament to the undeniable chemistry and unspoken desires.
Felicia and Miguel’s eyes locked, and a mischievous grin spread across Felicia's face.
"Well, well, well, Miguel. What do we have here?" Felicia teases. She takes a step back and lets Miguel see the slight bulge that rose in his pants, her hand reaching to caress it.
Miguel smirks, "Looks like we've found ourselves in quite a predicament, Felicia."
Their hands moved in a flurry of action, fumbling with buttons, zippers, and clasps. The air crackled with tension as they engaged in a playful game of undressing each other.
Felicia whispers, "You know, Miguel, I've always admired your impeccable taste in fashion. But tonight, I think we should both embrace a more minimalist approach."
Miguel leans closer, "I couldn't agree more, baby.”
With a final tug, Felicia's dress slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. Miguel's shirt soon joined it, revealing a sculpted physique that made Felicia's breath catch.
“Impressive…now, let's see what else you're hiding," Felicia says in a sultry tone.
Miguel darkly chuckles, "By all means, please continue."
Their playful banter continued as they shed the last remaining layers of clothing, leaving only their desire and anticipation hanging in the air.
In between kisses, Felicia speaks up, "You know, I've always been a fan of your suit design?”
“Oh ya?” he asks, moving to kiss her neck. “Why’s that?”
“It leaves very little to the imagination.” She smiles.
With a sudden surge of passion, Miguel effortlessly lifted Felicia in his arms and carried her towards the bed, their bodies pressed together.
Felicia giggles at the movement, "Oh, Miguel, you know just how to make a girl feel wanted."
Miguel whispers in her ear as he lays her down on the bed, "And you, Felicia, have a way of making a man lose himself."
As they tumbled on the bed, their lips met again in a fiery kiss. Their bodies intertwined, and the room filled with the sound of their quickening breaths. The flirty banter now transformed into passionate moans as they explored the depths of their desire for each other.
“These stay here, Hermosa,” he says huskily, pinning her wrists above her head.
Felicia wordlessly complies with his demand, excited for where this could be going. She silently gazed at the hands that caressed her body, and watched Miguel's head travel from her neck, to her stomach, and finally disappear in between her thighs. His mouth hovers over her panties as he looks up into her eyes with a devilish grin and licks his lips. He keeps his eyes on her as he slowly removes the underwear from her waist.
Felicia lets out a small shiver as she feels the cool air on her heated skin. Without any words or warning, Miguel's lips touch her, his tongue lapping at her lips. Felicia is stunned at the suddenness, her back arching off the bed as he explores her with his tongue. He dives deeper inside of her, and she lets out a smile and whine as he begins to move his tongue more forcefully, his breaths becoming harsher as he picks up the pace. Felicia’s eyes squeeze shut at the motion, her hand still above her head tightly gripping the sheet, the other sliding down to caress Miguel’s head, tightly grabbing onto his curls, a silent plead for more.
“Miguel” she whines his name. Her hips buck up at the pleasure of his tongue, and she feels his hands slowly run up her thighs and rest on her hips, keeping her in place on the bed. Felicia whines his name again, letting out a small moan as the hand on her hip moves to her clit, utilizing his thumb while his tongue explores her wet pussy. She can feel her body begin to shake from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
“How’s that?” Miguel mumbles into her soaking pussy.
Felicia lets out a moan, clawing at the bed sheets as his thumb works faster. “F-fuck! So good!”
“Yeah?” He smirks at her. “Wanna cum on my fingers, baby?” Unable to muster up any words, Felicia’s head nods rapidly, begging him for more. “We’ll start with one and work our way up.” Miguel sits up a bit, moving his right hand for a better angle. He positions his middle finger at her entrance, letting her wetness, coat him. “You want it?”
Felicia nods her head, bucking her hips. “Yes!” She gasps out, desperate to feel him again.
Miguel shakes his head, “Tsk tsk tsk, come on, hermosa, beg.”
“Fuck, Mig, I need it!” She cries,
Miguel shrugs, “I guess that’ll do for now, but we'll have to work on your begging.”
Suddenly, Miguel’s large finger slides into her, stretching her walls. Felicia gasps and cries a series of moans as the point of his finger abuses her G-Spot. Miguel leans back down, placing her legs over his shoulders.
“Imma add another finger, okay?” Felicia nods in consent, biting her lip.
“Fuck!” Felicia winces and moans as her walls stretch around his second finger.
“I know, baby girl, I know,” Miguel whispers, massaging her hip with his free hand. “Do you need a break.”
“No, I can take it.” It's been a while since Felicia has had sex or even cum in general as work and life had been too chaotic. All of this combined with the fact that Miguel had huge hands, made her feel like a virgin again.
“Good girl gotta get you ready to take my cock.” Felicia’s walls flutter around Miguel’s fingers, causing him to smirk. “Someone liked that.”
After a moment to adjust, Miguel picks up the pace once again, slowly moving his finger in and out making sure they play with her g-spot each time. Knowing she was growing close Miguel dives into her pussy, his tongue flicking and sucking her clit. Unable, to control her body, Felicia’s hands shoot down to weave into Miguel’s hair, desperately tugging on the roots.
“Cum for me, baby!” Miguel moans into her clit, sending her over the edge.
With a scream, Felicia cums all over Miguel’s fingers and face. Her moans make Miguel even harder, even more desperate for her.
As he sits up he licks his finger clean, moaning at the intoxicating taste. He then moves to hover over Felicia’s blissful face, both breathing heavily. Miguel kisses her lips in urgency, his tongue darting into her mouth. She tastes the flavor of her arousal on his tongue as well as the taste of him. She moans in pleasure in his mouth as he slowly pulls away from her lips. His hand reaches up to softly stroke her face and hold her chin.
“You okay, baby girl?” He asks, still slightly panting from their previous kiss.
She pants out a small laugh in reply. “Baby girl, huh? I could so get used to you calling me that.” She hurriedly kisses him, giving Miguel no time to reply. Both of her hands now tangled in his hair, as they kiss feverishly.
He took his hard cock in his hand, slowly teasing her with it. He circles her clit until she begs and begs for more. Smiling, he slowly pushed his cock in, stretching her out as they moaned in pleasure.
Felicia throws her head back into the pillow as she takes Miguel. “Fuck, it’s so big.” She cries.
“Need a break?” Miguel asks panting above her, not even halfway inside.
Felicia shakes her head. “No, I can take it.”
“Good girl.” He whispers into her ear. Miguel continued to move slowly inside of her, watching as she writhed in pleasure yearning. Miguel finally completely sinks into her, pulling a gasp from Felicia.
Felicia wraps her legs around Miguel’s waist. “Fuck me.” She demands.
Not able to hold back any more increases his speed, listening to Felicia’s moans grow louder. The room fills with the sound of their moans and the headboard banging into the wall.
"God, you feel so fucking good." Miguel moans out.
She arches her back, Miguels’ movements becoming more frenzied as he feels her tight walls begin to contract with every thrust he gives.
“Please, baby, pleasee” Felicia drawls out in a breathy moan.
“What do you want, Hermosa?” Miguel grunts. “You gotta beg.”
“I w-wanna cum! I need more, Miguel!” She cries.
Felicia starts to quiver at the growing pace, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as she can feel her orgasm start to build up. Her moans became more frequent as her hips started to rise and fall in rhythm with his. His breathing became labored as they reached a feverish pace, his fingers digging into her skin as he moved.
Miguel moans. “Uughh FUCK baby girl you were made for me. So fucking perfect for me like this.” He felt her body tense up beneath him, her breathing becoming ragged. “You gonna cum for me?”
Felicia nods her head as she finally let out a loud cry as she cums. Her orgasm triggers Miguel’s, cumming inside of her with a loud groan. He slowly and reluctantly pulled out, collapsing beside her, breathing heavily as they both savored the moment.
The two both lay on their backs on the bed, breathing heavily as they come down from their intense highs. The only sound that could be heard were their panting breaths. Felicia turns her head to the side, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Wow," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction and eyes heavy with lust.
Miguel chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Yeah, that was… wow," he replied, his voice still husky with desire.
They lay there in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Miguel pulls Felicia into his arms, allowing her to rest on his chest. The room was filled with a mix of contentment and the lingering scent of their lovemaking.
Finally, she mustered the energy to speak again. "I can't believe how amazing that was," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of amazement.
He traced gentle circles on the bare skin of her back. "I'm glad I could make you cum like that," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness.
She turned her head to meet his gaze, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You know exactly what to do, sir.” she giggled.
Miguel leaned in closer, his lips grazing her forehead. "You were so fucking beautiful." He whispered, his voice filled with admiration.
They stayed entwined in each other's arms, enjoying the closeness and the quiet intimacy of the moment. No words were needed as their bodies and hearts spoke a language only they understood.
Felicia suddenly sits up, crawling on top of Miguel to situate herself on top of his lap, feeling his cock grow hard once again. She begins to glide her dripping pussy along his cock, rubbing herself against him as if he were her last ride.
“Round three?” She purrs.
Chapter 10
A/N: First Smut of the series! Much more to cum!😏
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i don’t know your thoughts on sub!peter but imagine riding him bro!!!!! like i think he definitely would be a whimpering and whiny mess for sure
MINORS DNI 18+
”Wait— wait,” PETER PARKER’s plea brings a smile to your face, reminiscent of the times you’ve tickled him and he begged for mercy in a lighthearted way: telling you to wait, and offering to launder your money for you as long as you’d put your hands away. There’s no way you’re letting him off that easy. You raise yourself, stimulating the half of his cock inside you, and his breath hitches in his throat. “Wait!” There’s a curl to his lips, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs.
“‘Wait?’” you parrot amusedly, “You wanna wait, baby? Can’t handle it?” you jeer, clenching down on his head on purpose as you raise your hips. His head throws back into the pillow, and his jaw tenses.
“Baby,” a most pitiful sound emits from him, and it only spurs you on, slamming back down onto him. “Fuck!”
“That’s right, Petey, you’re stuck with me all night. No waiting.” You pick up the pace, getting it steady as he moves his hands to claw at the sheets, afraid he’ll hurt you with how hard he wants to grab. A sweet mock sob ushers from his throat, peeking at you as you roll your hips on him.
“I’m gonna cum,” he whines indignantly, and you laugh at him.
“Yeah? Yeah, Petey, you gonna fucking cum? Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you through it. It’ll get sensitive, but you can handle it, right? Can’t Spider-Man handle it?”
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Webs! (not just for hero work!)
Peter B. Parker and Aaron Davis had found themselves in a… (Aaron had audibly screamed in annoyed rage when Peter called it this) sticky situation, cause Miles had claimed Peter as his Uncle to his parents and Peter backed it up in turn by claiming Aaron as his husband.
Which was fine when Aaron Davis was dead. Except, he wasn’t really dead, and on return, Aaron agrees to carry out the sham of a marriage with Peter, for Miles sake.
Now, months in, both men have realized it’s been for more than just “their” nephews sake, as they kiss for the first time not for show to sell the act, but as a show of their growing feelings.
Those feelings quickly become arousal and despite Peter coming off a painful back injury, he knows he can be well enough for more, if Aaron is also down.
Aaron doesn’t want to risk touching Peter’s back in the throes of passion and he knows himself well enough to know he scratches during sex. So though it’s a brand new thing they have going, he asks Peter to tie his hands.
Or, well, not exactly tie
(Post-Chapter 14 of ’And Pete’s Your Uncle!’.)
Chapter 1 Out Now!!
Inspired from this fanart:
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Snowed In
pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+
Word Count: 4.4k
summary: Your plans to return home for the holidays were ruined by a snow storm. Now, you found yourself spending Christmas with Peter, the neighbor you had a crush on.
a/n: Many apologizes for the wait, I started this fic months ago to ‘get ahead’ but here we are lol... I’ve been super sick as of recent so if some of my writing doesn’t make sense, I apologize and will proofread it after a nap, lol.
Peter watched the snow fall outside his apartment window as he heard the sound of heavy boots climbing back up the stairs. Your groan hummed through the building’s thin walls. Slowly, he made his way to his apartment’s door. Placing his hand on the handle, he swung the door open, eyes shut. Opening his eyes, he took in the sight of you.
You pulled your gloves off of your hands awkwardly from where they were tucked into your large, black coat. You were laughing under your breath, however, your laugh stemmed from frustration.
“You… okay?” Peter finally questioned, announcing his presence. He watched you jump before slowly turning your head.
“P-Peter,” You stuttered, feeling your face heat up out of embarrassment. Your handsome neighbor now leaned against the doorframe of his apartment. A, clearly thrifted, sweater sat over a black shirt that peaked out from the neckline, “Yeah- Yeah I’m fine,” You dug into your purse, attempting to find your keys, “I just planned to head to my parent’s tonight- you know, for Christmas,” You watched him nod, taking in the luggage that sat at your feet, “But I’m snowed in and alone,”
Peter took in a deep breath, holding it. He knew you had no idea about what he went through and that your claim was harmless, however, it still hurt, “Yeah… me too,”
“You were going to your parents?” You questioned, not knowing anything about your neighbor, besides the fact that you had the biggest crush on him.
As soon as you heard that you had someone living across the hall, you just had to sneak a peek. You had your hopes up for a friend, or at least anyone besides an old man. To your surprise, it was Peter, and you found yourself hopelessly falling for him in a heartbeat.
“I, I actually don’t have parents,” Peter spoke, “I mean, I did- obviously,” He rambled, “They died and I lived with my Aunt but a year ago, she…” He still could not bear to finish that sentence.
“I-I’m sorry-” You turned back towards your door, “I should leave you alone now,” You laughed, “I didn’t mean to…” You stuck your retrieved keys into your door, “Have a nice night,” You shut the door behind yourself, leaving your luggage in the hall, far too embarrassed to retrieve it. Not until he left the hallway.
You stood there, back pressed against the door, sweating in your winter coat. You were an idiot- a bitch even. Why the hell did you ask him that? I mean, it was not like you knew. But on Christmas Eve, that was a new low for you. There was no way Peter could ever like you now.
Peter wanted to hit his head against the old, landlord painted door frame. Why did he say that to you? You were already upset that you could not see your family, so why did he make it about him? You did not even bother to grab your luggage, you would rather just get away from him. Peter debated turning around and just escaping into the cold night to get his mind off of you, however, he was afraid your things would get stolen from the hallway.
That is when he heard your door creak open. He watched your head poke out from behind the white door, “Jesus Chri-” You gasped. Peter wondered just how long he had been standing there thinking about you.
“Sorry,” Peter spoke, “I just didn’t want someone walking off with your things,”
“Thanks,” You replied, your voice quiet. Reaching out, you watched as Peter stepped closer to you.
“Here-” Peter picked up your bags effortlessly, “I can get them- I didn’t mean to just dump all that on you before- About my family,”
“No- No! I’m the one who brought it up,” You stuttered, “It’s my fault and it’s almost Christmas and I was being an asshole-”
“Did you want to spend the night with me?” Peter questioned, interrupting your sentence, “I mean- Christmas- Christmas Eve and Christmas! Not like spend the night like-”
“Yes,” You replied, “I mean- Yeah, sure,”
”Cool cool,” Peter spoke through his nerves, “But uh- could we actually stay in your apartment?”
”M-Mine?” You questioned, staring back at your handsome neighbor.
”Yeah mines…” Peter trailed off. He really did not want you to find his suit, or his web shooters, or his scrap fabric from his suit, “I don’t really have much furniture, or food, or- well really anything,”
“Sure,” You nodded, “Yeah- yeah no problem,” You held your door open, allowing him to slip by with your luggage in hand, “Sorry if it’s kind of messy, I haven’t really been up to doing anything once I get home from work,” You were rambling nervously.
Peter took in your small apartment. It was much more decorated than his and it made him feel at home. He had always wondered what your apartment looked like every time he passed by you in the lobby or hallway, “It’s nice,”
“Yeah?” You laughed nervously.
”Yeah,” He spoke, “You have a couch and a bed,” He emphasized, watching you laugh. Your smile turned his stomach. He always thought you were pretty, beautiful even, and he never thought he would ever be in your apartment; Peter was surprised he even worked up the courage to talk to you.
“I’m sure you’re apartment isn’t that bad,” You responded.
“I don’t know, I’m kind of broke,” Peter shrugged, setting your bags down at the end of your bed. He studied the few stuffed animals that sat on your bed. A quilt was tossed on top of your bedsheets in an artfully messy way.
The old building’s poor insulation allowed a chill to hang in the room each time the wind blew outside. Peter’s head turned towards your window, “I was planning on taking a nice train ride home on the Amtrak,” You began to strip yourself of your warm outer layers, leaving yourself in a new sweater that you had bought recently. Part of you was glad you had no way out of Queens because now you were spending Christmas with the neighbor who you had a crush on since the day you moved in. And that is when you fully processed that Peter Parker was spending the night in your apartment, “I need a drink,” You spoke aloud to yourself.
Peter laughed at you quiet claim, watching you turn to look at him, “Sorry,”
”No, no-“ You stuttered, “Do, Do you want some? Spiked eggnog? Spiked coffee?” He watched you moved into the kitchen, watching as you began to make yourself a cup of coffee.
“Coffee’s good,” Peter answered, “Whatever you’re having is fine,”
“Right,” You spoke, “Sure,” You gave him a weak smile as you felt your cheeks heat up due to your nervousness. Peter now moved towards you, entering the kitchen.
Peter studied you as your back faced him. He felt his heart race slightly as he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, “Need help?” He questioned, watching you jump slightly, “Sorry,” Without a thought, he reached out, placing his hand on the small of your back. You froze in his grasp, the sound of the coffee machine brewing filled the kitchen.
Your heart was beating in your ears as Peter’s hand lingered a bit longer. The coffee maker began to spit hot coffee into your mug, allowing you a few more moments to collect yourself. As soon as the humming stopped you spoke, “Fine- It’s fine,” Peter’s hand fell back to his side. He watched as you reached up towards a tall cabinet. Your fingertips pressed against the glass of the large bottle of vodka.
“Here,” Peter spoke, reaching out. The front of his body pressed against your arm, making you jump. He watched as the bottle tipped, your fingers leaving the bottle’s surface. Instantly he caught it before it could fall towards you, “Careful,”
“Sorry,” You spoke, “Thanks,” You watched as he set the bottle on your small countertop. You studied his hands, his fingers were long and slender. The sight made your stomach flutter slightly as you longed for them to fall against your skin once again. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle, you poured the liquor into the black coffee, “Uh-“ You cleared your throat silently at the sound of your own awkward voice, “Sugar’s on the counter and the creamer’s in the fridge,” You pushed the mug towards your smiling neighbor, “I have peppermint mocha and hazelnut I think,”
“Coool,” Peter’s lips drew out, he moved towards the refrigerator although his eyes stayed on you. He watched you prepare another cup of coffee, your hands fumbling while completing the task. Finally grabbing a creamer, Peter studied it in his hand before closing the fridge. Pouring the cream into the black coffee, he watched the colors swirl as he grew lost in thoughts of you.
You turned your head, watching Peter stare into his cup. That is when you realized you forgot to tell him where the utensils were, “Sorry-“ You spoke, heading towards the drawer of utensils. Grabbing a spoon you held it out, in his line of sight, “Sorry,”
“What?” He questioned, snapping out of his thoughts his eyes fell to you.
“Here, to stir your coffee,” You informed him.
“Right,” Peter took the metal from your hands, watching you give him a weak smile before you grabbed the other cup that had finished brewing. You weaved around him in the small kitchen and it made his heart flutter slightly. Something about it felt comforting and it made him feel complete.
You returned to Peter’s side with creamer in hand, “What kind did you put in?” You questioned, watching Peter stir his coffee. Your eyes caught the shining metal as he brought it to his lips. His lips parted, as he placed the warm metal against his tongue, catching some dripping coffee.
“Hmm?” He hummed around the spoon, “Oh,” Peter muttered, the word freeing his once occupied mouth, “Hazelnut,” He answered. Without a thought, Peter placed the spoon into your mug. He watched you stiffen for a moment, unsure as to why, “Thanks for the coffee,”
“Y-Yeah,” Your eyes left the spoon’s handle and met Peter’s eyes. His warm brown eyes mimicked the swirling coffee that sat between the two of you, “You… want to watch something?” He nodded, lips around the ceramic mug, “The remotes on the coffee table. If you want to look for something to watch,”
“Sure,” Peter smiled, leaving the small kitchen and heading towards your couch.
You waited, hearing his cushioned footsteps cross onto the carpet of your living room. With your back facing him, you stirred your coffee slowly before taking out the warm spoon. You stared at the metal, your distorted reflection staring back at you as you recalled Peter’s lips around the handle. Then, you brought the same spoon towards your lips. The metal passed your lips, caressing your tongue as it did Peter’s moments before.
Did that make you a freak? You would take the indirect kiss in a heartbeat. You could only hope that Peter did not see your desperate action.
Replacing the spoon with the edge of your cup, you took a large sip of the hot coffee, “It’s A Wonderful Life?” You heard Peter question from the couch.
“Hmm?” You hummed, being pulled out of your thoughts of him. Turning your head, you studied the tv, “Oh- No, too sad,” You watched Peter’s head turn away from your gaze, “If we’re drinking, I’ll cry. Plus that movie is so long,”
“We have all night,” Peter reminded you, “Unless you’re trying to kick me out,” He laughed, hoping you still wanted to spend the night with him.
“No- No, I’m not,” You walked to the couch, taking a seat next to him, “I just, I really don’t want to cry in front of you. Please,” You laughed into your coffee.
“Fine,” Peter continued to scroll on your tv, “Elf?”
“A classic,” You responded, “Sure,” Staring into the cup, you drank the rest of the spiked drink, “Do you want more?” You asked, looking at Peter’s, half empty cup.
“I’m good,” Peter smiled up at you as you rose to your feet.
“Cooool,” You drew out, “I’ll be back then,” Turning, you visibly cringed at yourself. The movie began to play. Taking the bottle, you eyeballed a shot of vodka and poured it into your empty cup. Bringing it to your lips, you swallowed it, wincing slightly before you prepared yourself another spiked cup.
“I don’t remember the credits being so lonnnng,” Peter called out to you over the movie.
“I do,” You smiled to yourself, “That’s why I’m making another cup now,” Your gaze locked onto Peter as you saw him jump up from the couch, “What are you-“
“Do you have hot cocoa?” Peter questioned with a slight bounce in his step. He watched as a smile threatened to curl your lips, “What?”
“Nothing,” You tried to play off.
“Tell me,” Peter groaned, placing his cup on the counter that sat in front of you, “Y/N,” Your name left his voice in a whining tone. He leaned on the counter next to you, his body heat radiating against your skin.
“You- You say hot cocoa,” You spoke, giving in due to his close proximity.
“And what do you say?” His eyes studied the side of your face as you refused to meet his eyes.
You felt as the shot began to affect you, making you mentally curse. You waited for the coffee maker to begin brewing, however it was taking far too long, allowing an awkward silence to fall between the two of you, “Hot chocolate,” You informed, looking at Peter out of the corner of your eyes.
Peter stood next to you with a stupid grin on his stupidly handsome face and it made you want to scream. You thought that the alcohol would help you survive the night with him, but now you were second guessing yourself.
“Hot chocolate,” Peter spoke, imitating your voice, “Do you have hot chocolate?”
“Nope,” You answered, moving past Peter and towards the fridge, “Sorry,” You listened to him groan. He headed towards the couch, pausing the movie, “What are you?”
“I’m going to get some cocoa from the corner store,” Peter spoke, heading towards your apartment’s door.
“But the snow,”
“I…” Peter dug through his head for an excuse, “I’ll be super quick, don’t worry- I use the fire escape,”
“The fire escape?” You questioned, a laugh lacing your tone, “You’re insane. No, I’ll just go with you,”
“No- No trust me,” Peter spoke, “Stay here and… get some blankets for the movie,” He watched you stare back at him, “Do you need anything? From the store?”
“Just ‘hot cocoa’,” You somewhat mocked, watching Peter throw you a playful look.
“Yeah, you’re not coming with me,” Peter smiled before heading through the door.
You watched as he closed the door behind him, listening to the sound of his door unlocking from the hallway. A deep breath passed through your nose and into your lungs, feeling your shoulders relax.
Your fingers fell against the fabric of your sweater as you looked at the paused movie on your tv screen. Remembering Peter’s words, you headed towards a closet that you kept your spare blankets in. Pulling out a large blanket, you paused, realizing you would probably die from shock if you shared a blanket with him. Throwing the large blanket onto the couch, you retrieved a second, smaller one.
You turned on the lights of your small tree that was tucked into a corner of the room. More sets of string lights lit up that lined a few surfaces of your apartment. Staring out at the city through your window, you studied the heavy snow that fell, wondering how Peter’s trip was to the corner store. Dimming the lights, you allowed the string lights and street lights to provide a calmer ambiance.
Walking past a mirror, you studied your reflection. You should probably touch up your makeup and change into something more comfortable.
Gathering some loungewear, you entered your small bathroom to change. Setting the plush fabric on the closed toilet, you removed your sweater and jeans. Staring at your reflection, you slipped a pair of fuzzy brown pants over your black underwear. The alcohol that ran through your system convinced you to slip the matching cardigan over your bralette, showing a little skin under your cozy loungewear.
Leaning in closer to the mirror, you studied your light makeup a little closer. However, you were unable to reach for your makeup bag, hearing someone coming through your front door.
Opening the bathroom door, you peered through the opening. You hoped it was Peter and not a total stranger walking through the unlocked door. Your gaze looked onto Peter as he carried two small bags with him, “That was fast,”
“I told you,” He smiled, closing the door behind him with his foot, “Super quick,”
“Yeah,” Your voice was skeptical as you exited the bathroom, “I’m surprised you even made it out the front door,”
“What do you mean?” Peter questioned, walking towards your kitchen. He set down the bags and began to dig through them.
“I couldn’t get out to catch the train,” You laughed, “Not that it would have mattered since they canceled it anyway,” You studied him as you made your way to the kitchen. Not a single inch of him was wet from the snow.
“They must have shoveled or something,” Peter shrugged next to you. He searched his head for the next possible excuse he would have to use. It was not like he could tell you that Spider-Man swung by the corner store just to get the ‘super cute girl that lives across the hall’ some hot cocoa, or hot chocolate.
“Our landlord? Shoveling?” You stopped a laugh from bubbling past your lips, “You’re funny. Did you slip on some ice on your way back? Hit your head?”
“Nope, just swung by the corner store,” Peter spoke, holding back a sly smile.
Somewhere between the banter, a pot of water was heating up on the stove as the two of you emptied the packets into your empty mugs. The alcohol that was once warming your system began to fade as you felt yourself grossing more nervous by the second.
“Did you… did you want to play a drinking game?” You questioned carefully. You watched as Peter met your eyes, a smile playing on his lips, “What? We don’t have to- if you don’t want to that’s fine I just thought-”
“Sounds fun,” Peter laughed. However, he felt a bit guilty, knowing the alcohol would not affect his heightened system.
“Cool,” You smiled to yourself, yet Peter could still study your face.
Before the tea pot could whistle, Peter took it off of its hot surface. His action earned your gaze as he poured the steaming water into your cups, “So are these the chasers or are you still spiking these?” He questioned with a smile that made your knees weak.
You were going to need all the help you could get, “Hand me the bottle,” You spoke, watching his smiling eyes close.
***
The two of you tipped back another shot, wincing, “You picked the worst possible things to drink to,” Before you could put the cup down on your coffee table, another keyword was spoken through the screen.
“It-It was the first one I googled,” You slurred slightly, feeling the alcohol’s effects, “You- Why are you complaining? You seem fine,”
“Do I?” Peter questioned from next to you on the couch. Stretching out his arm, he placed it along the couch’s back as he looked at you.
The two of you heard another ‘Santa’ come from the tv and regrettably reached for your cups, “You-” You winced as the vodka burned your chest, “Yeah. You seem fine,” You scooted a bit closer to him, your movements obscured by the alcohol in your system. The room moved slowly around you as you attempted to study Peter.
Embarrassed at your close proximity, Peter found the large blanket you had thrown on the couch, tossing it over your head, “Trust me, I’m feeling it,” He lied. However, his feelings for you were having a full effect on him.
Taking the end of the blanket, you tossed it over him, capturing him underneath with you, “I don’t beli-eve youu,” You slurred slightly, trying to locate him under the dark blanket.
“Y/N,” Peter spoke, hands beginning to sweat. He wanted to kiss you.
“Hmm?” You hummed, finding him after your eyes adjusted.
“How do you feel?” He questioned, watching you shift in front of him.
“How do I feel?” You laughed, the movie’s audio a deafened hum, “Wh-What is that supposed to mean?”
“Are you drunk?” Peter questioned. He did not want to make moves on you if you were not capable of saying no.
You shook your head, eyes falling to his lips, “No,” You vocalized, “just… more confident,”
“Mhm,” Peter hummed, lips pressed in a straight line as he nodded. He removed the blanket from both your heads, not realizing just how hot and heavy the air had been.
You studied your neighbor, a subtle blush sat on his skin, but maybe it was from the heated covers, “We missed a bunch of shots you know,” You spoke.
“Yeah?” Peter laughed, “Why don’t we just have some hot chocolate,” He emphasized the word, watching a smile curl your lips.
“Mm, yeah, hot cocoa,” You reached out towards the mug. It was positioned closer to Peter on the table, making you move a little closer to him on the couch.
Bringing the warm drink to your lips, it calmed your nerves. But that soon ended as you felt Peter adjust the blanket over the two of you. You stared blankly at the movie, watching it come to an end. You prayed for the movie to continue, not wanting to have to interact with Peter once again.
The credits began to roll. Your heartbeat began to race as you watched Peter reach for the remote, “I don’t think we would make it through another drinking game,” He almost laughed. However, he was just doing you a favor.
“Yeah,” You spoke, “Right,” Shifting under the blanket you felt your breathing grow irregular as you attempted to calm yourself.
“You okay?” Peter asked, hearing your heartbeat and staggered breaths from his spot on the couch.
“What? Yeah- yeah,” You lied through your teeth, staring at the paused screen.
“Your heart’s beating super fast,” Peter leaned closer to you. Taking a breath, he tested the water, “What d’you have a crush on me or something?”
“You-You’re funny,” You spoke, taking a sip of the remaining hot chocolate. You winced, the once hot drink was now cold. The thought of Peter knowing about your crush overshadowed the fact that he could sense your heartbeat.
“Why don’t we play a game?” Peter turned to face you, watching you nod from behind your mug, “like Never Have I Ever,”
“Mmm,” You hummed around the rim. Setting the cup down, your heart dropped with it, “Sounds suupper fun,”
“Come on,” Peter groaned, “It is fun,” He watched as you threw him an unconvinced glance, “You can even go first,”
“Fine. Never have I ever invited myself into my neighbor’s apartment to spend the night,” You spoke, waiting for Peter to put down a finger.
“Fine,” Peter gave you a forced smile, putting down a finger. “Never have I ever called hot cocoa, hot chocolate,”
You put a finger down, “Never have I ever gone out in a blizzard just for hot cocoa,” You watched as Peter shifted under the blanket. A smile crossed your lips as you watched him put a finger down.
“Why don’t we start playing fair,” Peter spoke, watching you physically groan.
“Finnneee,” You agreed, head rolling on your shoulders, “But I’ll need a shot so I answer,” Peter’s eyes narrowed at your comment, “I’m fine and you want me to play fair and me playing fair would be me, buzzed enough to admit whatever you’re going to start asking me,”
“Fine,” Peter crossed a leg over his knee as he watched you stand from your spot next to him, “Never have I ever drank because I’m too nervous to sit next to my neighbor,”
You fell silent, hoping Peter would just drop the claim. A shot found its way into your hand as you brought the small glass to your lips.
“Is your finger down?” Peter smiled from his spot on the couch.
You could hear the amusement in his voice and at that, you took another shot.
Peter watched as you returned to the couch slowly, as if you were regretting each step, “We don’t have to play,”
“No- No,” You sat back down next to him, but not nearly as close as before, “I took my shots just- let’s get it over with,”
“Good,” Peter threw the shared blanket back over your legs, “Your turn,”
“Right,” You looked at the two fingers you had already put down, “Umm,” You searched your head for a fair turn. Staring at the ceiling, you only heard Peter shifting closer to you on the couch, “Never have I ever…” Your eyes slowly fell to Peter as he stared back at you, “You’re making this harder than it should be,”
Peter placed his elbow on the back of the couch, his fist holding up his head as a smug smile crossed his handsome face, “Why’s that?”
“Because you’re staring at me,” You spoke, “and I can’t concentrate,”
“I’m just looking at you,” Peter spoke, leaning in a bit, “Do I make you nervous?” He watched as your gaze fell to the floor, “Mm,” He hummed in a confirming tone.
“No- no,” You spoke, looking into his brown eyes, “Peter- No! No-” Your words fell short as Peter extended his arm towards you, it now resting on the back of the couch.
“Okay, just wondering,” He toyed, watching you almost crumble before him, “Never have I ever, what?” He studied your wide eyes that stared back at him. God, he wanted to kiss you.
You took hold on the blanket, bunching the fabric in your hands as you searched for any words to pass through your parted lips. You watched as Peter’s eyes fell to your lips, where they lingered for what felt like an eternity, “wanted to kiss your neighbor,” The words were barely audible, spoken under your breath.
Peter attempted to hold back the smile that threatened to curl his lips, “How many shots did you have?”
“I don’t know why I said that?” You felt as if you wanted to curl up and die. You wanted to pull the blanket over you to shelter yourself from Peter’s eyes.
So that is exactly what you did. Pulling the blanket towards you, it covered your head, allowing you to sink down on the couch, “Y/N,” Peter almost laughed, his tone almost laced with pity. You were silent under the fabric, “...Did you put your finger down?” Peter asked, hearing you almost immediately whine.
Throwing the blanket over his head, he crawled towards you under the fabric, “Peter… please,” You raised your hands, rubbing your temples. The embarrassment ate away at you and you wished you had not taken those shots that made the claim roll off of your tongue.
“How else am I supposed to see if you put your finger down?” He watched as you shot him an unamused look from under your furrowed brows, “Fine,” Peter raised his hand that had two fingers down. He watched as you stared at his hand in the dim lit space the two of you shared, “If you didn’t put your finger down, you’re winning,” Peter spoke as he put down a third finger.
Your gaze left his hand and moved to his eyes. Parting your lips, you searched for the words while your eyes fell to his lips, “I…What neighbor?” You were not sure if you were just playing dumb, or if you had convinced yourself that there was no way Peter could ever like you.
“We’re like the only ones on this side of the stairs,” He laughed.
“Right,” Was all you could reply with as Peter inched, somehow, closer to you.
“Are you putting a finger down?” He questioned. You stared back at him and he studied every inch of your face. Your gaze had fallen, unable to look him in the eyes as you raised your hand. Peter almost held his breath as he watched your finger fall, giving him permission to make the first move.
So he did.
Before you could say a word, Peter’s lips found yours. His lips pressed against your own forcefully and hungrily as he waited for you to reciprocate.
Parting your lips, you let him in. The kiss deepened as Peter brought his hands to your face. His fingers trailed into your y/h/c locks before pulling on them slightly. Pulling you away from him, he stared at you, “I just wanted to make sure, before I kissed you,”
You nodded in his hold, “Yeah- Yeah… thanks,”
“Mhm,” Peter hummed, before bringing his lips to your neck. You jumped at the contact, a small gasp from your lips filled the stale air.
The space you shared under the blanket was dark and stuffy, the air feeling hot and heavy as Peter took the opportunity to explore the bare skin that peeked from under your open cardigan. You almost felt as if you were suffocating, Peter smothering you in affection.
Pulling the blanket off from over the two of you, you took in a generous breath of fresh air, “…Peter,”
At the sound of his name, he bit down on your skin, making you whimper, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” You responded almost immediately.
“Then what do you want me to do?” Peter questioned.
You did not have the courage to vocalize all the things you have dreamt of, “Whatever you want,” Whenever you found your mind wandering it was bringing you to Peter having his way with you.
“Be careful who you say that to,” Peter smiled against your skin, “You don’t know all the things I want to do to you,”
Peter’s claim made your knees weak, “L-Like w-hat?” You managed to push out.
Above you, Peter was pouring adoration. It was almost as if it fell, blanketing you in lust, “You want me to tell you?” He questioned, “or… I could show you,” Peter stared down at you, waiting for any sort of response but you would not meet his gaze. You crumbled beneath him, folding into yourself. You wanted to disappear and hide from the lustful thoughts that filled your mind, “Yeah?”
You nodded, face buried into your own shoulder.
“I need to hear you say it,” Peter spoke. He brought his fingers to the soft fabric of your pants, playing with the elastic band.
“Say what?” You managed to ask, looking at Peter out of the corner of your eyes.
“Tell me you want me to touch you,” Peter spoke, watching your eyes widen for a moment, “or kiss you, or anything else,”
“Peter,” You spoke, far too embarrassed to speak those words.
“Or I can stop,”
“No,” Shaking your head, you felt your face heat up from embarrassment.
“Right,” Peter smiled, “Then?” His touch trailed, dipping under the fabric.
“...touch me,” You breathed out, “Peter- please,”
“There ‘ya go,” Peter smiled, “Anything for you,” Hand moving down, it traveled between your legs over the fabric of your underwear. The fabric was soft, almost silk-like against his rough fingertips.
“Mm,” You whimpered as Peter’s touch was gentle, stopping right over your clothed clit. After a quiet laugh, Peter applied some pressure, fingers moving. A small moan made its way past your lips.
“That feel good?” Peter questioned, watching you finally stare back at him. Something behind your eyes shifted, almost as if you were handing him the controls. Your lips were parted as he waited for you to respond.
“Mhm,” You moaned, feeling Peter press down harder. You wished the barrier was gone, wanting to feel Peter’s skin on your own, “P-Pete,”
“What?” Peter asked, “Use your words sweetheart,”
“T-Touch me,” You stuttered.
“I am,”
“For-for real,” Your words were simply, dumbed down under the building pressure of your embarrassment. Peter looked at you, a smug smile on his lips as you fell apart at his touch. You wanted more.
Without a word, Peter’s fingers retreated back up the fabric of your underwear. You were afraid that they would not return, however, you held your breath as his fingers stopped at the waistband of your underwear. Pushing past the fabric, Peter’s fingertips were now lightly grazing your skin, making a shiver travel through you, hardening your nipples.
Peter had no idea how he was being so bold. Maybe because he was acting on his feelings for you alone? He had wanted to do this since you moved in, months after he had found himself all alone and looking for a place to stay. Everyone that once knew him had now forgotten and you were the first person he could start fresh with and he found comfort in that, and in you.
Moving past your clit, Peter’s touch kept moving lower and lower until he reached your wet entrance, “You’re so wet,” Peter almost laughed.
“S-Shut up,”
“It’s like you wanted this for as long as I have,” He spoke, absentmindedly.
Before you could reply, he dipped a finger into you, making you moan.
“So you want me to just touch you?” Peter questioned. He met your gaze from under your lashes. With each thrust of his finger your lashes batted slightly. His middle finger was only knuckle deep but you forgot just how long and slender his fingers truly were, “Hm?”
“Fo-for now,” You replied, focusing on his finger that moved in and out of you.
“Okay,” Peter said, “How’s this?” He questioned, a second finger finding its way into you. The action made you squirm, feet kicking off of the couch’s surface as if you were attempting to run off, “Need you to tell me, Y/N,”
Your heart was racing, rattling inside you as all of your thoughts scrambled inside your head. Surely any words that passed through your lips would not be cohesive ones, “F-f-fine,”
“Just fine?” Peter questioned, taking that as a hint to pick up the pace. So he did and his fingers dipped in and out of you with ease. The rhythm and speed sent waves of bliss through your system, feeling as if Peter’s action could bring you to climax alone.
“N-No,” You whimper, earning a confused remark from Peter, “Your-You’re gonna make me cum,”
“Good,” Peter smiled, “Need me to go faster, baby?” He watched you shake your head in agreement, “Want you to cum for me, okay?” Using his strength to his advantage, he fingered you as fast as you could take it, your quiet moans now became louder and breathy.
“Pe-Peter-” His name left your lips as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your climax.
“You gonna cum?” Peter questioned, face now lowered. He placed a wet kiss to your jawline as he felt you nod against him.
With each moan that escaped you, you felt your head feel lighter. Peter was making you see stars in more ways than one.
“S-slow- slow down,” You barely spoke, “I’m getting lightheaded,” However, Peter did not stop. He was determined that he could make you cum beforehand.
Leaning back, he brought his other hand to your face. Covering your mouth, he continued to stimulate you, “I’m not going to stop til you cum,”
Your brows furrowed, eyes squeezing shut. You focused on the building climax that you longed to reach, “Peter-“
“Come on baby,” His words were soft as they pushed you over the edge. A smile crossed his lips as your moans became stuttered, “Therrreee you go,” From his tone, you could tell he was pleased with himself. His fingers did not slow as he worked you through your climax, “I can feel you cumming all over my fingers,” He spoke, removing his hand before placing it on the couch next to your head. With his new found leverage, he leaned over you, listening to the moans that still escaped your parted lips.
“You- You gotta stop-“
“But you’re cumming so good for me,”” Peter spoke smoothly in your ear. He watched you physically react to his sensual claim, crumbling next to him.
“I’m going to pass out,” You somewhat laughed, never experiencing this much pleasure before, or at least from just being fingered.
With that claim, Peter slowed his fingers before stopping completely. Then, he realized his strength had completely left his mind, “Did I hurt you?” Peter questioned, studying your face.
“N-No,” You spoke while attempting to catch your breath, “I just- it’s been awhile. And I normally don’t… cum from that,”
“Hm,” Peter hummed, leaning in and placing a kiss on your skin.
“What?” You questioned.
“Nothing,” Peter smiled back at you, “I’m just glad I could make you cum,”
A blush heated your skin as Peter talked about the subject so openly.
“Do you want to stop?” Peter questioned.
“S-Stop?” You asked, wondering what else Peter was planning.
“Or did you want to keep going?” He sat back, thighs flexing under the fabric of his jeans. Seeing the puzzled look on your face, a smile crossed Peter’s lips, “C’mere,” Sitting back against the couch, he motioned you towards him.
Crawling towards him, Peter helped you onto his lap. You swung your legs, straddling his waist. A smile sat on Peter’s handsome face as you studied it shyly. Your eyes followed each freckle that subtly peppered his nose, darker freckles dotted his soft skin, guiding your gaze.
“What?” Peter questioned, watching you study him a bit more intently now.
“Nothing! Nothing,” You quickly replied, embarrassment flooding through you now. You watched Peter laugh as he placed his hands on your legs. His touch trailed up and down, massaging your thighs. The soft fabric of your pants made him forget the weight of his advance, “Peter-”
Leaning forward, he brought his lips to your chest, kissing the skin above your bralette. Removing his hands, he brought them to the button of his jeans. Raising his hips, you felt just how hard he was, as he pushed the fabric of his jeans down his thighs.
His hands fell to the band of your lounge pants, pushing them down slowly, “This okay?” Peter questioned, “If you want me to stop,”
You wanted to reply, tell him how badly you wanted him but your breath caught in your throat. So you kissed him.
The kiss was forced, hungry and out of practice. You moved above him, allowing Peter to remove your pants, “I want you,” You finally whispered, lips inches away from Peter’s.
“Yeah?” Peter questioned with a laugh, “‘Gonna make you feel good,” Pushing his boxers, you watched his dick leap past the fabric.
His heated skin felt relieved by the room’s air, “P-Peter,” Your voice spoke over a sigh that passed through Peter’s lips, “do you… have a condom,”
“Yeah- Yeah,” Peter nodded. Reaching down, he dug his hand into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a small box of condoms, the kind that you see at gas stations.
“Did… did you get that at the corner store?” You almost smiled, “With the hot chocolate,”
“Yeah,” Peter spoke as he rolled the condom down the length of himself, “Why?”
“What a purchase,” You almost teased, watching Peter’s gaze shift. His once soft and considerate gaze was now far more dominant, which sent a chill up your spine.
Peter hooked a finger around your underwear, pulling them aside. As Peter lined himself up with your entranced you closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the size of him.
Placing a firm grip on both of your forearms, Peter pulled you down the length of him. A loud moan bubbled from your lips, making your cheeks heat up out of embarrassment, “Therrre you go,” Peter spoke as you began to move above him, “Shit- yeah, just like that,” You bounced on his lap.
You would be lying if you said you felt confident in your actions. However, it had been awhile since you had done anything like this. While you were lost in thought, Peter’s hands wandered over your skin, exploring every inch of you.
“You’re so tight, baby- Gotta relax,” Peter assured. His gentle hands began to slip your cardigan down and off your arms, “You’re squeezing me,”
“Sorry it’s- it’s just been awhile,” You informed him. You watched Peter, he looked as if your claim went in one ear and out the other. Fingertips tickled the skin that sat underneath the band of your bralette, “Peter-“
“Hm?” He hummed, pushing the fabric up and over your breasts.
Your hands flew towards your chest, covering your newly exposed skin. However, you were not modest for long, feeling Peter grab your wrists. Pulling your arms firmly to your sides.
Peter felt you struggle in his hold, making him smile. He used his strength against you and it turned him on. Within the struggle, you stopped riding, warming his dick, “Let me see you,” Peter spoke before realizing your lack of movement, “Did I say you could stop?”
“W-What?” You stuttered at his dominance. Before you could wait for his reply, his hold tightened on your arms, raising you off of him. Your brows furrowed at the strength of Peter’s hold before he pulled you back down on him forcefully. The sound of your skin hitting Peter’s echoed through your small apartment.
Peter moved you, your arousal coating his dick and making him fuck you with ease. His eyes found your breasts, mesmerized as they bounced with each hard thrust that entered you, “Fuckkk,” Peter groaned, “so pretty”
Your dim lite apartment echoed with the sound of skin and your loud moans. The string lights almost illuminated your skin, a slight sweat covering your body as Peter tossed you around above him, “Peter- I’m gon-“ The words could barely vocalize between your moans.
“Hold on, need you to wait for me-“ Peter spoke, teeth taking in the skin of his lip. Picking you up and off of him, he heard you whimper. Throwing you onto the couch, he bent you over the back of it.
“What are you-“ You questioned, watching Peter move behind you. He pulled his pants down, kicking them off his legs before his hands returned to your skin. Cupping your ass, he rubbed your soft skin. His gentle touch was soon gone as it fell into the fabric of your underwear, beginning to rip them off of you, “Peter!”
He brought a firm hand down onto your skin, spanking your ass. With no warning he entered you again, coaxing a loud moan from your throat, “Want you to cum when I tell you to,” Peter spoke, “Don’t cum until I say so,” His thrusts were equally hard as fast, sending you further over the couch’s back. Your hands reached out behind you, fingers finding the fabric of Peter’s sweater, holding on for dear life.
Peter’s strength was almost unbearable, but you could tell just how close he was so you physically held on until he reached his climax, “Are you going to cum?” You managed to question. Reaching out, your fingers left his sweater, holding yourself off the couch, battling against Peter’s strength, “Please-“
“Yeah- yeah, shittt,” His head fell back slightly as he focused on chasing his high. You almost melted around him, filling Peter’s mind with the dirtiest thoughts, “I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Need you to cum with me, okay?” He watched you nod before focusing on your own orgasm as well, “I’m close- fuck I’m going to cum,”
“Mm please cum,” You begged, arms weak. However, you could not hold yourself up, body falling against the couch’s hard back, “fuck,”
Peter’s swears mixed with your own as he came, filling the condom that was buried deep inside of you. His hands fell, resting on the couch’s back on either side of you. Peter’s head felt heavy as it hung, eyes studying your ass as he pulled out of you slowly.
You groaned below him, sore from how rough Peter had been moments before.
“Sorry,” Peter spoke quietly, “Was I too rough?” You were silent below him, “I was, wasn’t I?” Dipping down, he placed a kiss between your shoulder blades. His kiss traveled to your neck, peppering it in kisses, making a shiver travel through your warm body, “Sorry,” Peter apologized again with a small laugh.
“You’re fine,” You finally spoke, your throat hoarse from your loud moans, “I’m just… sore,” You laughed. Sitting next to you, he helped you get more comfortable on the couch, “Peter,” You spoke, meeting his eyes, “I have a bed, it’s literally right there,”
“…Right,” Peter spoke, eyes leaving yours and falling onto the bed that was literally steps away, “I just… I really needed you,” He looked back towards you, unable to meet your embarrassed gaze, “and you also said how bad you wanted me, sooo,”
“I’m- I’m just saying,” You stuttered.
Awkward silence hung in the air as the two of you sat there.
“I should probably…” Peter trailed off, acknowledging the filled condom that still sat around him.
“Yeah- yeah,” You replied. He stood before you, giving you a small, and kind of awkward, smile. He walked off, disappearing into your bathroom and leaving you to reflect on what exactly just happened.
“How was that?” Peter asked, catching you off guard and making you jump slightly, “sorry,”
“No no I was just-“ You turned your head, “I was thinking about it. Not in a weird way- But how I’d think about doing that and it actually happened-“ Your lips shut as your words played in your own ears. God you sounded like a freak.
“You thought about fucking me?” Peter questioned, finding his spot next to you after putting on his boxers. He watched you crumble, turning your body away from him, “Nooo, no. It’s cute- I thought about you too, but you already know that,” You must have forgotten just how exposed you were to him right now, so he reached out, pulling your bralette back down and over your breasts, “I’m glad I wasn’t the creepy neighbor who thought about fucking you almost every time I saw you,”
“Straight to that?” You questioned, teasing him slightly.
“I know what foreplay is,” He joked back, watching you laugh, “but no, I think about eating you out a lot,” With that claim, he watched your eyes widen, making him laugh, “Maybe I could wake you up that way? On Christmas,”
“Christmas,” You spoke, remembering that you were supposed to be on a late night train back home but instead, you fucked your neighbor.
Reaching out, you grabbed your phone that was on your coffee table. Checking it, the time read 1:02 AM.
“Merry Christmas,” You spoke, eyes leaving the bright screen and falling into Peter’s warm brown gaze, “I kind of wish I got you something… you know since we just did all that,”
“Would…” Peter searched for the words in his head, “How about a date?”
“What?” You questioned. You were worried that tonight was going to be a one night stand, so Peter’s question washed a wave of relief over you, “You want to go out with me? Or I mean- like- a date. You want to go out on a date? With me?” Peter laughed as you rambled before him.
“Yeah,” Peter smiled, “I mean, that’s why I asked. Because I like you,”
“Oh, yeah- Yeah,” You spoke, “Yeah I’d like that,”
“Okay,” Peter laughed, bringing a hand towards your face. Pulling you close, he met you halfway with a sweet kiss, “Merry Christmas,”
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