Peter Parker x Bimbo!Wealthy!Reader x Quentin Beck
word count: 4.2K
genres: University!AU, angst(?), fluff, smut
warnings: mature sexual content, cussing, suggestive content
summary: Your fall semester created a strain in your relationship with Peter but now Peter was making up for it by spending more time with you on his day-to-day activities. Unfortunately, that came with a whole day of Peter swimming in jealousy.
author’s note: this isn’t proofread because my internet wants to act funny so I’ll fix it up a few hours after post. this is the unofficial sequel to this oneshot
Selecting any form of attire that was both equal parts comfortable and cute was typically never an arduous task, but you were going to spend a day with Peter at Stark Tower as his attempt to make up for the many days and nights he was swinging against buildings instead of lying in bed with you. After your early morning lecture, you spent a lot of time at home asking MJ for her candid opinions on your clothing by practically strapping her to your big chair while you walked in and out of your closet.
“How ‘bout this one?” you proposed as you twirled around.
“Can you avoid getting food on it?” she asked as she inspected at the all-white ensemble. She hated to admit it but she was having fun.
“Maybe,” you lightly argued. She looked at you with a challenging expression while simultaneously petting Kitty Purry as the tired feline rested on her lap. “Ugh, fine.”
By the time she had settled on your choice of attire—the outfit was entirely her idea, and you were proud—, the clock on your wall was far from the position where you wished to leave the building. So, you swiftly wished MJ good luck with babysitting a slightly sick cat and hailed a taxi to the glistening building.
Upon your arrival, you sent Peter a text that announced your presence once you had exited the yellow vehicle. Before you could even spend a proper minute in the lobby, the elevator door opened with him inside.
To him, you seemed to be getting prettier each time the sun came up over the horizon. The short, pink skirt you wore may have prompted a few glances of confusion your way but that did not keep Peter from being tempted to kiss you in the center of the lobby.
“Morning,” he greeted you and you watched in wonder at how his cheeks grew when he was happy. Without any preparation, you had put the large paper bag you were holding down for a second and captured him in an excited hug. The quiet squeal you gave truthfully made him flustered while simultaneously worsening his desire to spot your entire face with kisses until he felt like it was enough even though he was still shy about things like that.
You came out of the hug in excited haste and picked up the bag you were carrying.
“I brought you somethin’,” you told him as you lightly shook the bag in your hand. He looked inside to see a box of cookies but most importantly a cup of blue jello.
“God, thank you,” he said with a wide smile that made his eyes smaller. He gave a quick peck on your forehead when he thought no one was looking, then sent a wave to the woman at the front desk and led you to the elevator with the bag in his hand.
Graciously, the tower was not at its busiest moment yet, so you got to hold his hand on your way up without the feeling of being watched.
“What happened to the white shoes?” he asked. Even though you were in a rush, you texted him a mirror photo of what you were wearing just before you left because you liked it when he called you pretty with many digital hearts following after. But halfway through the living room, you could feel the pain of pressure biting at your toes.
“They hurt too much so I wore these.” He watched you click your mary-janes together.
“You still look pretty.”
“Thank you,” your bright smile made your teeth look whiter than the bleached thigh highs you wore.
When you stepped onto his floor and made it to his work room, you could not help the gasp that released itself from your chest. The neatest of the room, the sleekness of the furniture, and the machinery and tools that were placed all around it almost impressed you more than any gem you had been given.
“This is so neat,” you gawked at the space and walked over to the invention at the center of it.
He swayed in unrealized bashfulness as you looked at his work. “I’ve just been working on a few separate random projects.” He walked toward you.
“Do you ever work on your suit here?” you whispered and suddenly came close enough to touch your nose with his.
“Sometimes,” he laughed and watched his reflection in your shining eyes. Peter liked the privacy of his “spidey-man cave” but sometimes he did not mind chatting with other people as he made less secretive projects, so he was often in the room on the lower floor. “But definitely not in here. I go all the way up to the third to last floor for that.”
It did not take a long for he and you to create some form of a poor rehearsed routine. He worked on his machinery, and you would help him retrieve some items or look over his shoulder while he was working. The latter made his chest ache as if he was dating you for the first time as he was attempting to tighten a screw.
“Open,” you would say every so often with a cookie in your hand. You fed him it after an hour had passed and took a bite of one as you watched him chew.
Many minutes ran by quickly and eventually you took upon the simple task of labeling, organizes, and cleaning recycled parts that he would be using in the future. The task was elementary and you did it with the glitter sharpie that you took everywhere with you. It was Peter’s idea after you had grown bored of just watching him read literary works about physics. He may have been pretty enough to gawk at, but you were born impatient first and he secretly found it adorable. He would never admit it though.
Just as your phone displayed noon across the lock screen, your feet were dangling over a table in the room as bubblegum pop was playing on a low setting on the room’s speaker. You watched Peter work attentively and observed how his cheeks puffed in concentration.
Without expectation, he felt a kiss on his cheek that shocked him more than the electricity that he frequently worked with. He put down his tools for a second, kissed your wrist, and went right back too calibrating.
“That’s supposed to be a generator right?” you asked.
“Do generators always get smokey like that?” you asked him as he was writing down some observations.
“Maybe.” His eyes squinted with a nervous laugh escaping his pink lips. “Actually, no—”
He rapidly unplugged it but that did not stop the fire alarm in his lab from going off. Thankfully, the alert was not for the whole building, but it did prompt a very annoyed neighbor to knock on his door.
“Come in!” he yelled as he helped fanned the smoke detector with a textbook and you with your checkbook.
“Peter, what the hell is going on?” you heard a voice say but you kept your attention on fanning the machine even when the beeping stopped just to be sure.
“Sorry, Mr. Beck.” He shoved his hands in his pockets to get ready to briefly explain what happened, but the scientist had his entire attention on you until you turned around to meet Peter where he was.
“Y/N?” Quentin said in disbelief.
“Oh my, gosh! Quentin?” He had you in a hug before you could understand what was happening. The scientist squeezed you tightly while discreetly taking in the expensive and familiar scent of your hair.
Peter was oblivious to what he was watching and could only stand with his heals rocking back and forth in silence as he watched how secure Quentin’s hands were at your waist when he embraced you. It almost felt like Peter had eaten a sour piece of candy since he was making an effort to hold back the expression that was forming on his face. He finally came back to earth when his name was mentioned.
“How do you know Peter?” Quentin asked after stepping back to see how close the both of you were standing. The sight almost caused a snicker to bubble from his throat.
“He’s my boyfriend.” you declared as you cheerfully latched onto Peters arm. In most circumstance, Peter would nervously nod his head and smile as the person who asked would look on in disbelief but for a little while. He was not ignorant to the fact that you guys looked vastly different most times with you looking “way out of his league” (That’s what Flash told him one time). However, that time he felt proud enough to puff how his chest a bit more than usual and clear his throat in a pour attempt to meet Quentin at the height that he stood.
“That’s cute,” he replied with a polite smile.
“Petey,” you turned to with an unyielding optimistic grin. “Quentin is a friend of the family. My uncle sometimes sponsors his work.”
“I haven’t been around much recently because I’ve been busy but now that my project is coming to a close,” he was now looking at you more than he was looking at Peter, “we’ll be seeing each other more often.”
“Are you coming to the event my mom is hosting next week?” you asked.
It went like that for a little while as Peter watched your cheeks swelled and how Quentin laughed as you both talked endlessly as if he was not holding onto your hand for dear life. He did not mind listening to you talk ad nauseum to Quentin about dinners and extravagant events since that’s what you enjoyed. But he would be lying if he did not confess, he felt left out of the conversation.
Peter never noticed how subconsciously he was tugging at the hem of your cardigan sleeve until Quentin said with a laugh. “Relax, Peter.” He quickly loosens his grip on your the cotton fabric and cleared his throat while the curls of his here brushed his brows as he looked at the dirt on his old converse. “Do you mind if I steal you for a minute?” Quentin asked you.
You looked to Peter to signal your short departure and he just nodded and went back to where he was working. He did not care to try and listen on the conversation even though he could hear it from where he sat because he did not find it all that interesting to him. As a result, he kept poking and prodding at the generator to examine what was wrong and what part was faulty.
He did not mind your absence until he heard your giggling after Quentin had whispered something to you. It could not have been that funny. At least that was what Peter thought as he pretended not to watch Mr. Beck show you something on his phone that started an entirely new conversation.
After a half of an hour of digressing, you were finally back by Peter’s side after waving to Quentin as he returned to his lab across the hall.
“Sorry, I took so long,” you said. You plopped yourself onto the table he was working at as he was seated at the chair pushed into it. You both were so close again and he liked it. It made him warm even when the autumn chill from the outside threated to leak through the windows.
“It’s okay,” he said with a genuine smile.
He laid his head on your thigh, where your skirt and skin met, as he tried to decipher a past research article on his phone. You went back to putting similar looking screws together until Peter had an “aha” moment
“I need a new red wire, a new metal plate, and some—" He was so excited to get the idea out that he was choking on his own words.
You laughed at his enthusiasm and frantic back and forth walking. “Need some help?”
“Yes!” he kissed your forehead when he got up and he said “there’s this supply closet at the end of the hall. Could you get me the box of the wires and metal plates? The metal plates are like the size of an eye shadow palette.”
On your way back to getting the supplies, the door to Quentin’s lab was slightly ajar and when you passed it you heard him calling your name. You did not anticipate being in there for so long but when he asked you if you could get him another screwdriver in the supply closet, you jumped at the chance to help.
When you had returned to his lab room with the tool he asked, “Do you want to do it?”
“Yeah, sure. I don’t see why not.”
Quentin watched carefully over your shoulder as you tried secured two pieces into place and when you were a bit shaky, he took your hand that held the screwdriver to steady your motions. He instantly notices how they were much softer than his from all the hand lotions that you Peter liked to buy you from the drug store since it was the only thing he could afford to gift you surprisingly. Quentin liked it the smoothness of your hand and if Peter was not a short walk away, he would have cared to wonder what other parts of you were just as soft.
“I hope I don’t freaking break it,” you admitted carefully.
“‘Freaking’” he laughed.
“My daddy says I’m too pretty to curse.” You turned to him to get your point across but he was still looming over you and very close, so you stopped rambling dead in your tracks.
“Well, he is right about you being pretty.”
“Thank you!” you chirped and had forgotten about the awkwardness of the situation just as quickly as you noticed it. “Everyone says I get it from my mom.” Without dwelling on the compliment, you kept on securing the next screw.
“What brings you here?” You heard Quentin say to whomever walked through the door.
Peter had wondered where you had gone and if you were lost just to see you in the lab next door with Quentin’s hand blatantly over on yours.
“Hey, Peter!” You waved with the other hand. “Look at what I just did!”
The sight mainly annoyed him, but your pure enthusiasm and oblivious nature made it twice as hard to hold any form of malice or irritation toward you. That did not mean that he could not hold it against the other scientist in the room.
“That’s great,” he said with a tight smile. “I just came by because I thought she got lost,” he told Quentin.
“Oh,” you quickly recalled what you left his workspace for. “Sorry. Quentin asked me to get him something too and then I completely forgot what I was doing.” You slipped from under the older scientist’s loaming height and scurried back to your boyfriend.
“Wait, before you go, do you want to see this thing in action?” Quentin asked.
“Sure.” you agreed.
“What’s something you’ve always wanted to see?”
“Huh?” you said.
“A place, thing, person. Something you’ve never seen.
You thought about that idea and did not have much that came to you at first since you were always given everything that you had ever wanted. If you had not seen something, it was because you never asked.
“I dont know.” you shrugged your shoulders and looked to Peter for any ideas.
Without any further commands, Quentin started his machine and brought you to the outside world as if he made a teleporter.
“Holy shit,” Peter gasped when he saw how they went from standing in the lab to a forest that he had never seen before. The only indication that it was a deception was how easily his hand phased through a plant.
“I can show you just about everywhere with this with the same amount of resolution as the human eye.”
He took you through locations like he was flipping pages in catalogue and eventually landed in Paris out of random selection.
The way you marveled at the city and the projected locals form where you stood would have made Peter gush in any other circumstance but the moment, they had been placed in France he was entirely sour and his mood for the rest of the day was as rotten as an apple at the bottom of the basket.
While you left Quentin’s lab a bit ecstatic from seeing the Louvre, every time you glanced at Peter on your way back to his generator his eyes seem glassy, and his lips were tight.
“You okay?” You poked at his face to get him to laugh but he did not.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied with a convincing enough nod.
“Hey, Petey.” You peeked into the room to see Peter was entirely focused on his generator. It was lunchtime and Quentin had invited you to have eat with him. “Petey?”
“Yeah?” While he did not his voice did not mirror disinterest, he did sound slightly annoyed.
“Wanna come to get lunch with Quentin with me?”
“I’m good,” he replied.
“You’re not hungry?” You questioned as you walked toward him. He could hear your shoes clicking against the floor but he wasn’t looking at you yet.
“I’ll just finish the cookies you got for me.”
“That’s not good for you.” You brushed his hair aside with your fingers and watched as he unintentionally leaned into the warmth of your hand. “What’s wrong?”
“Please tell me. You’ve been acting a funny all day.”
“That’s because ‘Quentin’ has been hanging out with you all day,” he murmured. By the afternoon, jealousy had entirely centered itself in the pits of Peter’s stomach and it festered like a bad apple.
“I’m confused,” you admitted.
“You were so close to him for most of the time that we were here." His voice was not accusatory because it was whiney more than anything else. The realization of what he meant snapped two fingers in your face and caused you to giggle without volition.“Y/N." Now his face was beet red along with his ears. If he did not look disheartened then he certain did after your laugh.
“I’m sorry. Really, I am.” You quickly stopped your teasing smirk when you saw the slight dejection that made an appearance all over his soft features.
“Don’t be sorry,” he sighed “I’m just a little upset that he kinda soiled the surprise I had for you.”
“I talked to your dad and everything and we were gonna take a trip to the Louvre since you like paintings so much.” As he went about the intricacies of his idea your heart got bigger at the mentions of the hoops Peter kept through to make you happy. “I don’t know,” he said after rambling. He then put his head down on the desk to keep his anxiety from flying off the handle and accidentally meeting someone in it’s path.
“Yah know,” you brought your face close to where he laid his head, “I still would love to see France in real life with you.” The projection was a wonder to see but it lacked the ability to imitate the physical feeling of the country and the atmosphere that was packaged with it. Your words must have made it passed his anxiousness because he looked up at you from where you stood.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he thought.
“Do you want me to kiss it better, Petey?”
You had no time to think about how sometimes spoiled Peter just like your family did to you, but less with material possessions and more with physical affection. You pulled him in from the collar of his jacket and watched in an instant how the pale look on his face turned red as he tried to hold back his eyes from widening even further and his lips from smiling on their own command. You let your lips massage his as you made a feast out of the softness of his mouth. You married your lips together as if you had enough breath in your lungs to kiss him for a year.
You never intended to go any further than a flaming kiss but Peter was still emerging from his swamp of jealousy so he greedily pulled you closer by your waist with an unintentional strength that was fueled by desperation. This nearly made you stumble but he was too dazed in your scent to let anything keep him from kissing you like he wanted to all day.
His hands were moving quicker than his head which was operating slower than his heart. By the time he traveled from biting your lip to your shoulder, he had whisked you from where you stood to plant you on the desk that he had spent countless nights working over.
He did not mind the papers getting wrinkled or wet because by all means he was already buried miles below all the feelings he had for you. As he made wet rose petals all over your collar, you felt the cold in the room that you were avoiding. Your cardigan was on the ground right where Peter’s jacket was.
That was all you needed to see and you understood exactly how far he wanted to go even with the door being unlocked.
“P-peter,” you tried to get his attention as he pulled at the skin on the top of your breast but the feeling of him pushing your flesh like dough locked your speech in your throat right with your common sense. “The do-door.”
In between interrupted kisses he whined. “It’s too far.”
You laughed at his unwillingness to be interrupted from his ever-consuming desires and hoped that whoever thought to visit the hall preferred to knock before making themselves welcome.
Eventually, when Peter was satisfied with the hickeys that he had pulled into existence all of your skin, he found entertainment in watching you squirm as his soft hands traveled from your knees to your mid-thigh, and then under your pink skirt.
The room felt so foggy from the steam you both gave off when you went back to kissing him again. The vapor clouded your vision but also your thoughts so when his fingers had found their place in the most sensitive part of your body, you stopped kissing him and gasped. You hugged him tightly squeezing his chest and hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he slowly inched his finger into you. His index moved at a rhythm as it escaped and reentered you at the beat that Peter commanded them to.
“Petey,” you begged into his ear as you tried to compose yourself.
“You’ve got this,” he encouraged and you nodded at his reassurance. “I’m right here.”
If you were home, he would have gone slower and you would have to groan impatiently eventually but you were at Stark Tower and Peter was shy. The unlocked door may have been something he was too heated to worry about but he would be mortified if anyone saw how he liked to unwind you so he listened for the elevator or the doors of the stairs as he reveled in your moans. There was no time for slow and intimate bedroom sex so the wall had to suffice.
Just like how he thought about one too many times that day, he had you on the concrete of the pale, stiff wall before you could get the chance to pool all over him from the way your muscles clenched around his fingers.
He pulled you apart from the moment the pink of his member pushed past you with the aid of his pre-cum to make way for the chance to untangle you bit by bit. It was an overwhelming feeling heightened by the sensation of his hands digging under the back of your supple thighs as he kept you up from where he had you were pressed against. He got so lost in the feeling the concrete near your head had giving into his strength when he had rested his hand by your side to keep himself from spilling over.
He had completely given up listening for the elevator or the door at a certain point and had his entire senses taking in your being. He let out a groan in your ear that felt as if it blew your hair stronger than the autumn wind when his cock had made it into you entirely. After pushing past short and tight muscles inside of you, he had reached a stopping point where he could freely catch his breath as he felt your red walls tightly hold onto him like a clenched fist.
“Y-Y/N,” he had called for you but not before kissing you again and that’s when you had realized that you were moaning louder than you intended.
“I-I’m okay. I’m okay” you said in between the kisses and tried to nods your head.
You always got like this when it came to having sex. Peter may have had his spider senses but you had always been sensitive to touch and it took so long for you to not lose your balance at the feeling of Peter holding your hand whenever he was bored. So, when he helped you unpack what love felt like, you were frequently disoriented by the euphoria that came from having him inside you.
The feeling of your boyfriend moving in and out of your started slow like oncoming rain clouds and picked up like a storm as soon as you got comfortable. The sound of two previously cold bodies crashing and slapping against each other persistently and strongly could have warmed the cool air outside that came with October. Peter hit against your cervix repeatedly until it the constant beating felt like one consistent hum of pleasure that did not stop until someone gave in. And Peter was always determined to get you to fold first no matter how many times you insisted that he did not need to.
“Um, Petey,” you tried to get out.
“Yeah,” he grunted through each waved that he pushed into you.
“I-I think--” You then poured over him much sooner than when you spoke. “Fuck!”
Peter muffled your sudden outburst with a kiss that was strong enough to almost leave a bruise and make your lips flush like Chanel red.
“You’re not supposed to curse,” he mocked.
“Oh, come on,” you whined,
You had both lost all seconds of the hour to minutes and by the end of it all, you were texting Quentin—long after lunch—that you were sorry for not being able to attend the restaurant with him and that something came up.
You left the tour with bruises under your cardigan and some on your legs that Peter was counting on the taxi cab back to your apartment. MJ would roll her eyes when she saw the state that you had returned in as she gave you back Kitty Purry since she actually managed to make a decent outfit for once and Peter had wrinkled it beyond belief.
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"Bath time stinky" with dad!Peter x Stark! Reader (or can you do Step mom Stark!reader? If you're comfortable that is!) 🥰🥰🥰🥰
summary: you were meant to put scarlett to bed before her dad got home, but you lost track of time
dad!peter x stepmom!stark!reader
a/n literally like the only thing stark about the reader is the very slight personality
Once glance at the clock on the wall in Peter’s apartment had you shooting up from your chilled position. Your boyfriend had to work late so you’d promised him that you’d bathe and put his toddler to bed before he got home so he wouldn’t have to.
But apparently you’d got a little distracted with the kids show you’d put on for the little girl, cause hey they could actually be quite entertaining. Of course Scarlett wouldn’t remind you it was getting late because she always loved spending time with you and reminding you meant she had to go bed fairly soon, so by staying quiet she got to stay cuddled up with her favourite person.
“Look at the time,” you muttered, sitting up and alerting the girl that you were very much aware it was past her bedtime. You sighed, rolling your eyes as she gave you the most innocent expression she could muster. “Bath time, stinky,” you announced, scooping her up suddenly into your arms, being met with a wave of uncontrollable toddler giggles.
You were hoping she wouldn’t fight you on this. You didn’t really want Peter to come home and find her not in bed because then you’d be to blame and an angry Peter was not a loving Peter.
Time was not on your side tonight, Peter getting home earlier than planned and you struggling to bathe Scarlett with all her fussing and splashing.
That was probably why you didn’t hear Peter announce he was home, at least not until he was in the hallway outside the bathroom.
“Are you guys having fun without me?” Peter whined, following the sound of high pitched laughter all the way to the bathroom. He found you kneeling beside the bathtub, half of the water covering your clothes as baby Parker splashed you again.
You mustered up the most innocent look you could, hoping he’d move on and just join you both rather than causing a scene. Thankfully it looked like he was too tired to put up a fight, smiling softly as his baby reached out to him. He joined you on the floor, bringing Scarlett’s hand up to his mouth so he could place a sweet kiss on it to properly greet his angel.
“Should start getting her dry soon,” you told him, reaching over to grab the spiderman themed towel, hood with a resemblance to his mask included.
He hummed, watching as you rinsed the soap from the short curls on top of her head. He was in awe at how gentle you were with her, carefully tipping her head back to pour the water over her head.
She grinned up at you, flashing you those big brown eyes that were the same ones her dad had, the ones you adored more than anything.
“You ready to get out and go to bed?” you asked her. She originally was going to protest, enjoying bath time more than she would admit, but she saw the stern look on her dad’s face and decided otherwise.
After the two of you dried her off she was more tired than she realised. That led to her falling asleep pretty quickly once her head hit the pillow of her bed, leaving you and Peter to talk alone for the first time since that morning.
“So, miss Stark, why was my daughter out of bed after her bedtime?” he asked. You pretended not to hear him, muttering something about how pretty he looked today. “Y/N,” he pressed, hands settling on your face so you had no choice but to look right at him as he questioned you.
“She distracted me with her surprisingly good cartoons,” you tried, pouting your lips in an attempt to gain your boyfriend’s sympathy.
“Did she really?” he questioned. Now Peter wasn’t an intimidating person, he was the biggest looking softie on the planet, but right now with his eyes boring into yours you couldn’t help but feel under pressure. So you decided to change the subject all together.
“I love her y’know,” you whispered, resting your head on his chest sweetly. He smiled, stroking his hand up and down your back. “I know, she loves you too.”
I’m so so so so sorry I was in class and just got out I rly hope I’m not too late as well as other people!!!!!!! I’m rly horny for Peter Parker so if u can, I mean idk if u even write this kinda stuff butif u can’t it’s ok. So like a/b/o with alpha peter whose mate is omega reader. And like she goes into heat during class and she doesn’t tell anyone and later at night when she’s in her room, Peter comes after spider duties and can like SMELL her and she tells him she’s in heat and then smut? 💖u
Heat // P.P
You knew that your heat began as you sat at your desk, trying to pay attention to your teachers words which will explain your test next week.
All that filled your head was images of Peter. Everything from him going down on you to him, having you cockwarm him as you do your homework. By the time, class ended and you were in your dorm several hours later, planning on prepping for the exam.
That was until Peter showed up. The second he walked away through the door, he could smell your scent. It was one of those things that he couldn't help but smile about.
To him, you smelt sweet like some kind of sweet or sugar even. As you sat on the bed, you noticed his never ending stare on you before he finally moved closer.
Peter softly pushed you down, saying "such a dumb pet. Not telling daddy how desperate you are. Be happy, I don't wanna punish you". You let out a short whimper at his words, leaning into his touch.
"Please, I've been desperate all day but I didn't want to bother you" you say, as he lightly strokes your cheek before leaning closer. "Darling, you won't ever bother me" he whispers, pulling you in for a short kiss.
It doesn't take long before he is lifting you onto his lap as you passionately kiss. You were nearly completely bare now other than your underwear.
He practically rips your underwear off before letting you slowly sit down on his cock before beginning to move. "Fu-fuck. Peter, so good, don't want this to end" you moan, not concealing your sounds of pleasure.
You quickly found your first climax of the night coming closer as you moved up and down on his lap, moaning from all the stimulation. "C'mon, pretty girl. Come on my cock like a good girl" Peter groans.
After an hour or so, you finally calmed down from your high but didn't bother moving since you were too comfortable. Peter's arms wrapped securely around you as you lay, cockwarming him.
You can feel whatever pain your soulmate feels. And although you’ve never met your soulmate, you still eagerly await the day. Until then, it’s just you and your friends against the world. At least until Peter has a strong suspicion he’s found his soulmate.
Warnings: injuries (mainly talked in past tense, nothing graphic! just a stubbed toe, hot food burning your mouth, twisted ankles, and One black eye), pizza eating, ‘damn’ is used like twice, and some kissing
A/N: kicking off the fact this blog is multi fandom now with a classic character. and this was originally written for something else entirely but i changed it to a reader-insert. so reader has some character! still hope you enjoy!
Soulmates. They were someone you were meant to be with, someone destiny designed for you. It was a magical concept, something that boggled the minds of most. No one could ever really get it, or try to understand it. But the rules were simple. Your soulmate felt whatever pain you felt.
You were around six when you had found out. You were bouncing around the living room, your parents turning on a Disney movie for you. You fell down onto the couch, eager for the movie to begin when you felt the sharp pain on you leg. "Ow!" you had exclaimed, reaching down to your shin. Only, you hadn't hit it. You hadn't done anything to it, and well, it looked fine.
Your parents then explained it to you and you could not have been more intrigued. The idea that there was someone out there destined for you felt like something out of the Disney movies you loved so dearly. And for awhile, you were ecstatic about the idea of one day finding the person meant for you. But as you grew older, things seemed to complicate themselves.
You hated the idea that whatever pain you felt, your soulmate did. You were clumsy, unbalanced. You recalled an event before you even knew about the existence of soulmates when you had been jumping on your bed. Your mother knocked on the door and, in you fright, you tumbled off of her bed leaving a scrape on your nose. Since you were as young as you could remember, you had always been getting hurt. Your soulmate never could've enjoyed that.
If you had one. You heard the stories. People who had someone, a soulmate. They felt their pain through everything but upon finding them, they found out that the love was one sided. It frightened you to say the least, that out there was someone whose pain you felt and they might possibly never feel your pain.
When you were fourteen, you had dropped those worries once more when you felt your soulmate once again. You felt them a lot, but definitely so in late Fall. You had been talking to your mother when you let out a loud yelp, your hand flying to the back of your neck. "Ow! They got bit! Jerk!" You had yelled, the sting eventually subsiding.
Soon after, you began attending Midtown School of Science and Technology. Although attending school wasn’t something you really wanted to do, part of you wondered if maybe this is where your soulmate would be. That was the one good thing about soulmates, you were destined to meet. Maybe you didn't have one, maybe they didn't love you but at least it was for sure that you would meet them one day. You just never knew when.
Eventually you had befriended two boys, Ned Leeds and Peter Parker. Neither of them had met their soulmate which you enjoyed just because it meant you weren’t out of place. You wished them the best of luck in finding them and silently wished yourself that same luck as well.
That summer you had been just lounging around your apartment when you felt the wind get knocked out of her. It was like someone had been playing rag doll with your soulmate and damn, it hurt. The pain didn't last long which was good for both you and your soulmate but it definitely rose questions. What the hell happened to your soulmate?
A downside to the soulmate thing, of course, was the fact that having a soulmate didn't prevent you from falling in love.
Eventually, you had locked away all of the feelings you held for the boy known as Peter Parker. He didn’t seem interested in you and you weren’t going to push your luck on someone who wasn’t even your soulmate. Plus, you had your friendship to worry about.
It was a late night when you and Peter were at his place studying. Well, trying to. You were distracted out of your mind as Peter tried to get you on track but even he was eventually distracted. He was in the kitchen, carefully watching the frozen pizza in the oven as you were dancing about the living room.
You sang about under your breath, twirling around the couch as Peter shook his head, removing the pizza. You then hopped over to the kitchen as Peter set the pizza on a plate for you both to pull from. Furrowing your brows, you asked, "We're going to eat this and get back to studying?"
"That's the plan," he chuckled as you nodded and took a seat at the table grabbing a slice. Peter sat across from you, glancing down at the pizza on your plate that was surely hot.
You, however, were far too eager to wait and blew on your pizza before taking a bite. Peter suddenly became well aware of the sudden ache he felt on the roof of his mouth, as if it had just been burned.
"The pizza's hot," he reminded, as you glanced up and gave him a shrug. Clearly, not affected.
Peter wondered what his soulmate must've done to burn their mouth. He gave a glance toward you, who seemed unfazed from the pizza you had been eating. Had they burned themselves eating hot food? Probably not, no one usually burned themselves on hot food that often.
Then again, his soulmate had gotten their fair share of twisted ankles, bruises, and scrapes, so who was he to judge.
As the two of you continued eating, joking around about usual things, Peter noticed you pursing your lips and sitting still, as if you were focused on something. "You alright?" He asked, taking a bite of his pizza. You nodded before excusing yourself.
Peter shrugged it off, continuing to eat his pizza.
"I burned my mouth!” You whined, reentering the room moments later. Peter's face went blank for a moment as he stared at his pouting friend. "On the first slice. I burned the roof of my mouth," you complained, opening your mouth and lightly poking at the burnt part of it. "The pizza wasn't that hot!"
"Y-you burnt your m-mouth?" He stammered as you nodded, sliding back into your seat. He went silent for the remainder of your dinner as you watched him, confused.
"Do you want me to wash the plates?" You questioned, already grabbing the plates and setting them into the sink. Peter shook himself from his thoughts, shaking his head. You shrugged and proceeded back to his room. Peter followed after, running through his mind.
Maybe you weren’t his soulmate. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. Right?
The two of you continued doing your homework while you were humming to yourself, mindlessly tapping your pencil against your paper. Peter glanced up just as you ended up flinging the pencil across from the room. "That's not how they're used," he teased as you just rolled your eyes and got to your feet.
You moved across the room, grabbing the pencil off of the ground by his closet. You spun around, smacking your foot—specifically, your toe—right into Peter's desk. Peter's eyes widened as he felt the pain radiate through his foot. "Why is this desk here?!" You cried, hopping up on one foot.
You hobbled back over to your spot on Peter's bed, not seeming to notice his eyes on you. Glancing up after a moment, you noticed how shocked Peter looked. "Are you okay?" you had wondered, lightly poking his leg with your pencil.
"Y-yeah," he exhaled, struggling to think. As he looked up toward his confused and concerned friend, he couldn't help but really wonder. "It's you," he said finally, as you furrowed your eyebrows. "When you were young, like r-really young, did you ever get a black eye? Or, h-have you ever twisted your ankle?"
"Uh," you paused, shrugging. "I hurt myself a lot, Pete. But uh, I think. I was young, my parents put me into daycare or something and I was walking through the play kitchen when I tripped over the carpet lip and the foot of a chair hit me in my eye, bruising it. And yeah. I've twisted my ankle. Like, uh, a couple times. Hasn’t everyone?”
"It is you," he exhaled, not even noticing the smile that began to grow on his face. You chuckled, still confused. "R-right, uh, you're my soulmate...I think." Your eyes went wide. "I mean, I think! Uh, uh, I'm really sorry about this past summer—”
"Did you get beat up?!”
"I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me!" you exclaimed, pushing your school supplies aside. "Who gets beat up in the summer?! You were at that Stark Internship retreat!" Peter scratched the back of his neck nervously as realization began to dawn on you. "O-oh. You're m-my soulmate."
"Y-yeah," Peter confirmed as you stared blankly at your best friend, the boy who you undoubtedly had feelings for. "Sorry if this is weird or you were expecting-"
"Not gonna lie, this is kind of a huge relief,” you breathed. Peter quirked an eyebrow, caught off-guard by such a statement. "I've had the, like, biggest crush on you since like Freshmen year and I was like, ‘Wow, this sucks because the whole soulmate thing and like Liz and…’” You trailed off, a sheepish smile on your face as you ceased your rambling and looked up at Peter.
There was a short moment, Peter wearing the most enamored grin before he had leant forward and pressed his lips against yours. You were shocked and stunned for a moment, having never kissed anyone, before you shut your eyes and returned the kiss. "Sorry!” Peter apologized quickly, pulling away. "I should've asked if that was alright or-"
"Can we do that again?" You asked, knowing how childish you had sounded. Peter's cheeks began to heat up but he quickly obliged, crashing his mouth against yours once more. You placed your hands just by his jawline, pulling him closer as you felt yourself melt into his touch.
You only pulled apart when you remembered something. "I'm really sorry for being so clumsy. I scraped my knees all the time as a child and-"
"Y/N?" Peter asked, causing you to cut off your thought and hum in response. Peter chuckled softly to himself, loving every inch of your oblivious face that was just inches in front of his own. He pressed his lips to yours once more, you certainly not objecting. Then, against your lips, he responded, "Apology accepted."
summary: peter got drunk at flash's party and you have to take care of him.
word count: 6.2k
warnings: talks of sex (like a lot, when I say a lot I mean a lot), smutty scenes, underage drinking, kisses get heated, peter almost mentally scars tony.
notes: it's an alternative version of my other fanfiction: drunk mess!! i won't be posting anything until next year (yeah, not even blurbs). so happy holidays and I'll come back with something I've been planning for a long time ;)
"Fucking hell." You groaned, your eyes fluttering open at the shrill ringing of your phone, pushing yourself up on your elbows as you turned to reach it.
Your fingers brushed against the cool surface of your night stand, an annoyed huff escaping your lips as you grab a hold of your phone, squinting at the sharp light of the bright screen.
You rolled your eyes as MJ's name flashed on the screen with a picture that you took of her when you went to Europe a few years ago. You quickly accepted the call, pressing the phone to your ear.
"What?" You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, annoyance seeping from your words as you pushed your back against the headboard, clutching the blankets close to your chest as a shiver shot up your spine.
“Hi Y/n—?” MJ called out, you winced, pushing the phone away from your ear. You could still clearly hear the howls, the loud music and the cheerful screams from the other side.“—yeah? Hello? Sorry, there is—fuck, you need to pick your mess up."
"You know, your boyfriend?" MJ said. You bit your bottom lip, a frown settling on your face. "I—yeah. He's drunk. Like drunk drunk."
"Peter is drunk?" Your eyes widened as the words left your mouth, still trying to process the information. You quickly pushed off your blankets, setting your feet down on the floor. You hissed at the cold touch of the marble floor as you switched on the light.
"Yeah, blame the college friends." MJ grumbled. "But that's not the point. You need to pick him up. I can't deal with him anymore."
"Aww, you are such a good friend." You muttered, rolling your eyes as your fingers gripped your hair roughly, trying to tame the mess.
"I love him, alright?" She retorted, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. "But I don't appreciate him trying to grope and kiss my boyfriend."
"Apparently," You heard Flash mumble from the other side, a cry of protest leaving MJ's lips which was drowned out by the noise. "He is very horny when he is drunk. MJ's words not mine."
"Yeah. I'll be there. Just–just keep him away from people." You reached for the handle of your closet, pulling out a jacket from the top rack. You bit your lip as you glanced down at yourself, regretting falling asleep in the dress you wore today. It was already cold enough. "Especially, like any girl or guy. Just–take care of him okay?"
"Yeah, don't worry." Flash reassured you. "Peter is doing that himself, he just shooed a girl away because she wasn't you."
"He shooed a girl away?"
MJ chuckled. "Yeah, he did, the look on her face was to fucking die for–wait, Peter, no—"
And she hung up.
"Fucking idiot." You muttered to yourself as you pocketed your car keys, putting on your shoes. "Just had to get his ass drunk, didn't he?" You shut your door behind yourself, zipping up your jacket as you crossed the distance between your room and the front door. "Asshole."
"It's late." You jerked your head around at your dad's voice. Your hand stilling on the doorknob. "Where to?"
You inhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over your face. "Going to pick Peter up from a party."
"He's at a party?" He glanced at his watch. "It's late–you didn't go?"
"No," you shook your head, your fingers fiddling with the hem of the skirt of your dress, "wasn't in the mood. but, he got drunk so I have to pick him up now–isn't it impossible for him to get drunk or something?"
"Well," Tony shrugged. "Not impossible, not if he had a lot to drink."
"I am going to kill him." You replied flatly, opening the door.
"Easy there," He chuckled, holding up his hand. "Don't yell at the poor kid when he's drunk."
"I am not going to do that. I'll just text May after I get him home."
"That's evil." He gasped.
"Yep," You let out a dry laugh. "I'll go pick him up."
Tony nodded. "Yeah, I want to see him. You've been hoarding all of my Peter time."
"Your Peter time?" You rolled your eyes at him. "He's my boyfriend, dad!"
Tony laughed, leaning against the wall. "Get the kid home."
Nodding your head, you made your way downstairs, getting into the car. You regretted not going along with him to Flash's party. He had insisted on you coming with him. He didn't want to go alone. And he couldn't not go because he promised Harry.
Still, you didn't think he'd get drunk. Not that you minded, you were just grateful that he had his friends there to take care of him. It might as well be a nice 'college experience' as your dad put it when you and Peter started college.
You've gotten drunk a lot while you were with him. And he was always the designated driver, he always stayed sober so he could take care of you which you appreciated. So, you were happy he was finally letting loose and having fun.
A part of you couldn't wait to see how he acted when he was drunk.
You pulled in the driveway of Flash's house. You locked the door, quickly making your way inside the house. Your heart thumped in your chest at the speed of light, the music pounding in your ears.
“Hey–" You glanced at MJ, your eyes growing wide at the sight. Her hair a mess, sticking to her face and neck, her mascara smeared near the edges of her eyes. You sighed, clutching your jacket tighter around yourself as she waved at you. "Hi!"
You pushed through the crowd, rolling your eyes as you bumped into sweaty bodies, mumbling a couple of 'sorry's and 'excuse me's as you walked over to MJ, her arm slung over the white railing of the stairs.
"Where is he–?" You eyed her, knitting your brows in confusion as she offered you a dazed smile, her fingers combing through her hair roughly. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing." She laughed nervously, fixing her black jacket, crossing her arms over her chest as she shrugged. "Why do you ask?"
"You look like a mess." You replied flatly. "Anyway, where is he?"
"I may have...lost him."
"I am sorry, okay?" She held up her hand, wiping her smudged lipstick from her chin absent-mindedly. "I got busy."
"What the fuck were you doing–?"
"MJ!" Flash appeared, his hands clutching the railings on the top of the staircase. He eyed MJ with annoyance, cocking his brow at her as she shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "Did you just have sex?" He gritted through his teeth, his face twisting with disgust. "In my room?"
MJ looked up, letting out an annoyed huff. "We were just—"
"Not even the guest room—"
"Harry was already in your room and–"
"Harry, you disgusting bitch." Flash took a deep breath, glancing at you but then turning his attention to MJ. "Fuck you, MJ. Where is he?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "He went to look for Peter."
"And, where is he?" You asked.
Flash looked down at you, letting go off the railing, his hand falling limp by his side. "I saw him near the kitchen, like, an hour ago."
"Yeah, go." MJ cracked a smile, glancing at the living room. "Make sure he isn't whoring around."
“God, MJ. Don’t say that about my boyfriend.”
You made it to the kitchen, shivering at the cool breeze as you glanced at the open glass doors, leading outside to the outdoor pool. You whipped your head around as you heard a loud cheer only to find a couple of people gathered near the kitchen. Peter was sitting on the stool, leaning back against the counter, two bottles of beer dangling from his hands.
"Yes, I can drink this–" he took a sip from the beer bottle, letting out a sigh as he pushed the empty bottle in Harry's hand who was standing beside him, "–and more." He nodded towards the other beer bottle.
Your breath got caught in your throat as a girl leaned towards him, her hair tickling his face as he tried to push it off.
"You know," She purred, pressing her hand on his shoulder. "You look really hot while—"
"No." Peter pushed off her hand, not ever bothering to look at her. He brushed off her hair from his shoulder. "Shoo."
Harry winced, covering his mouth to muffle his laughter as a guy leaned towards Peter, completely enamored by the bottle of beer.
"Man, you should be dead, or like, alcohol poisoning." He shook his head, adjusting his cap. "Or some shit like that. How are you doing that?"
"I just have a higher alcohol tolerance than most–" His eyes lit up as he caught your eyes, a smile spreading across his lips as he held up his hands, making a grabbing motion with his fingers. "Baby!"
You rolled your eyes, walking over to him as you shot Harry a glare. You quickly slipped off your jacket as you eyed his thin shirt, he wasn't even shivering but it was fucking cold.
"You shouldn't be drinking so much." You snatched the bottle from his hands, ignoring his cry of protest as you set the bottle down on the counter. You touched his cheek, pushing his curls back from his forehead. "God, you're cold. Where is your jacket–peter!"
You yelped as he pulled you down on his lap, leaning back on the stool as your hands came up to his chest, gripping his thin shirt as you peered up at him. His hand holding onto your waist, holding you close to him.
"You look so pretty." He whispered as his calloused fingers caressed your cheeks, your cheeks warming as he leaned closer, his curls falling on his forehead. "So pretty for me."
"Y-yeah." You pushed his hand off, glancing at Harry who wiggled his eyebrows, nodding at you. You rolled your eyes, clutching your jacket to your chest. "It's cold, Pete. Take my jacket—"
"Shots, guys." A girl walked in, several glasses of shots on a tray as she offered them.
She raised the tray towards you and you shook your head, offering her a polite smile and she shrugged, turning away.
"I'll take one." Peter said, taking the glass. Before you could protest he brought the glass to your lips and finished the liquid in a matter of seconds. The crowd cheered and you looked at your boyfriend, stunned.
“Are you okay?” You asked as you took the glass from him, wiping the remaining liquid from his lips. "You've never drunk so much before."
“I am fine, y/n." He giggled, his hand sliding up your bare thigh, making you shiver in his arms. He brought his lips to your ear, kissing your neck softly as his hand traveled up, touching your inner thigh. “I am having fun.”
“Peter.” You closed your legs, trapping his hand in between your thighs as you looked around, hoping that nobody noticed. But that would be impossible considering you're literally sitting in the middle of a small crowd. You quickly covered your lap with the jacket, shooting him a glare. "You're drunk."
“I am not." He mumbled, pressing a sloppy kiss on your neck as his hand jerked up. You hissed as his cold watch rubbed against your thigh.
“You're really drunk." You pointed out, nodding at the beer bottles and he breathed out a laugh.
"You know I can't get drunk–
“But you are–”
“If I was drunk would I be doing this?" He chuckled against your lips, pressing his fingers against the edges of your panties and you gasped, pulling his hand out.
"Not what I thought but that's exactly what you would do if you were drunk. Which you are." You said, interlocking your fingers together as he whined. "I've never seen you be this forward with me." You giggled. "What did you do to my shy peter?"
He hummed in response, kissing your cheek. "Let me touch you, baby."
"We're in public for fuck's sake."
"If you both are done fucking on the stool," a girl, the same girl who was flirting with peter appeared, rolling her eyes. "I need a drink, care to move aside?"
“Okay." You slipped off from his lap, taking his hand, helping him stand up as he let out an annoyed huff, glancing back at the beer bottles. "We’re going home now.”
He whined, tugging at your skirt.
“You are drunk, babe. I don’t want you to get sick." You rubbed circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. "Please?"
“Fine” He pouted, slipping on your jacket, hugging it close to him as he glanced back. “Bye, guys.”
You inhaled sharply, turning to Harry. "Flash is looking for you. It's late, are you going to stay?"
"Yeah, probably." He glanced at his watch. "I'll have to help Flash with cleaning up after it's all over."
"Don't worry about her, I'll drop her off soon." He said, nodding at Peter. "Get his ass home."
"He's a mess." You laughed, kissing his cheek.
"A horny mess." Harry chuckled.
"Your mess, though." Peter kissed your neck and you patted his head.
"Yeah, my mess."
"Cool, take him home, I guess." The girl from before shrugged, sipping on a solo cup as you rolled your eyes, smiling politely at her anyways.
"Yeah, I will." You said firmly, ignoring the pang of jealousy as her eyes raked over your boyfriend who was leaning on you, playing with your hair.
“Fuck, you look so cute when you are jealous.” He giggled, kissing the tip of your nose as you led him to the door.
“I am not jealous.” You grumbled as he stopped in his tracks, pulling you back into his chest, his arms circling around your waist.
He pushed you against the bathroom door, which was right under the staircase. His hands trailed down your arms, making you shudder as you screw your eyes shut. His feather light touch caused warmth to spread under your skin like a wildfire. You reluctantly let out a whimper as his hands pushed past the hem of your skirt, his fingers crawling up your thigh. "So desperate for me," he chuckled, breathing against your neck, making your skin tingle. "all for me, sweetheart?"
You pulled away, wide-eyed, your hands clasped his wrist. He knitted his brows, a frown settling on his face as you press his hand back to his side, shaking your head as you glanced at the door. "We need to go home."
"You're right." He surprisingly complied, licking his lips as he eyed the front door. "You can't give me a blowjob in Flash's dirty bathroom." He wrinkled his nose as he patted the door. "Ew, we can do it when we get home."
"I swear to fucking god." Flash called out, leaning over the railing. "If you have sex in my bathroom–"
"Blowjob." Peter corrected him.
You quickly covered his mouth with your hand, letting out a cry of protest as he licked your palm. You scrunched your face up in disgust as you wiped your hand on his jacket.
“Why are you complaining about me licking your hand?” He cocked an eyebrow at you, “I’ve literally licked your cunt.”
You gasped. “Peter-”
"Whatever filthy shit you're planning to do." He nearly shrieked, waving his hand dismissively. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you dead. Get your horny ass home."
"Right." You muttered, slipping your hand in his as you pulled him out of the house, leaning into him as you shivered in the coolness of the night.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked, nuzzling his face in your neck and you shrugged, kissing his temple.
"I am but–I can't have you get sick so you take the jacket, yeah?" You smiled at him, pulling him to your chest. "You're too annoying when you are sick." You teased, rubbing your arms with your warm hands.
"Am I troubling you?" He asked sincerely, his eyes wide and full of love as he stared down at you when you reached the car. "I am sorry, y/n/n. You didn't need to pick me up. I should be responsible–"
"You're no trouble." You smiled, zipping up his jacket up to his chin. "You're allowed to have fun sometimes. And it's my job to take care of you so shut up." You patted his cheek. "And let me take care of you, okay?"
"Fuck yeah." He breathed out a laugh as he leaned against the door of the car. "Now that we have a car–wanna fuck here?"
You groaned, laughing nonetheless as he wiggled his eyebrows, motioning towards the ground. "Get on your knees, y/n."
"You get in the car, you asshole." You laughed, pushing him aside as you opened the door.
"We can't do it–"
“Why not?” He eyed you, glancing at the backseat of the car. He moved forward, pulling you closer by your wrist.
“I promise you, you'll look like the prettiest little angel with my cock stuffed in your mouth." He whispered, his tongue poking out to lick a stripe up your throat. You resisted the urge to melt in his arms as you tried to pull away from his grip. "Gonna look so fucking delicious with your lips wrapped around my cock."
"Peter." Your cheeks heated up as you pushed him away, motioning towards the car. "Get in, fuck, your being too forward tonight."
"Baby." He caught your wrist, pressing kisses on the back of your hand. "You can take me in the back of the car. I'll let you do anything to me."
“Anything?” You purred, pulling away from him as he nodded eagerly. He brushed the stray hair out of your face as you nibbled your bottom lip as suggestively as you could.
“Anything.” He whimpered against your lips as he pressed himself against you and you let out a soft giggle, your nails scratching the back of his neck lightly.
“You’re going to sit in the car. Shut up and let me drive.” His eyes widened in shock, gasping at your betrayal dramatically as you pushed him in the passenger seat.
He whined, pouting and jutting out his bottom lip, trying his best to look like a kicked puppy. You rolled your eyes, helping him buckle up his seat belt. He sighed and busied yourself in peppering kisses on your neck as you leaned over him.
You pulled away, giving you a stern look and he groaned in annoyance, pulling at the seat belt as your hand brushed against the bulge forming in his jeans by accident. You locked eyes with him and he offered you a cheeky grin.
"Shut up." You shut the door, walking over to your side. You slid inside the driver's seat as he grinned at you.
"I didn't say anything." He mumbled, leaning over to kiss your lips but you pushed him away.
"Fuck off." You dusted the skirt of your dress, starting the car.
“Y/n!" He whined, shifting in his seat as you sighed, eyes trained on the road ahead.
“You don’t want to kiss me anymore.” He let out a puff of air, his eyes almost brimming with tears as you laughed, glancing at him.
“I am driving, sweetheart. I can't–”
Your words get caught in your throat as his hand brushed against your bare thigh. He sucked in a breath, his fingers teasing your skin as he trailed up his fingers to pull the hem of your dress up, ducking to get a look.
"You're even wearing my favorite panties, y/n." He said, wide-eyes, mouth agape in awe. "Let me touch you please–"
You slapped his hand away, adjusting your dress as he gasped, staring at you in disbelief.
“You are not attracted to me anymore.” He scoffed, turning away from you and resting his forehead on the glass window. He sniffed, rubbing his nose as he sunk in his seat, his fingers fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket.
You glanced at him as you pulled in the parking lot of his apartment building. "I am–"
“I don’t turn you on anymore. I get it.” He whimpered, wiping his eyes as you bit your lip to muffle your laughter. You placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder, trying to regain your composure.
“Fuck, Peter." You ruffled his curls, pressing your cold hand against his neck to get his attention. "What am I gonna do with you?”
“Sit on my face?" He suggested and you puffed out a laugh, glancing at him as you giggled, your hand gripping the steering wheel.
"Your dad isn’t home, right?” He glanced out of the window. "Even if he is, we'll just lock the door and I'll stuff your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet."
“You...you can't say things like that, Peter." You breathed, your body growing hot at his words but you suppressed it. "Besides, we're at May's apartment not my dad's."
"And May isn't home." His lips twitched into a smile. "I don't even have to gag you, might do it just for fun, though. Make you taste yourself."
“Shut up!” You inhaled sharply, heat rushing to your cheeks.
“Won’t you like it, pretty girl?" His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned closer. "Gonna treat you like my good girl. Or if you want, might be your good boy tonight. Whatever my girl wants.”
“And we are here.” You ignored his words, wiping your face as you got out of the car. You jogged over to the other side, wrapping your arm around yourself as you opened the door for him. You laughed as he narrowed his eyes at you, bowing as you beckoned him to get out of the car. “My prince?”
He unfastened his seat belt, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes as he stepped out, shutting the door behind him. “I’d rather be called your slut but you don’t want me anymore.”
You breathed heavily, avoiding his gaze as you licked your chapped lips. You took his hand, leaning against his chest for warmth as you locked the door.
“Y-you're—” You cleared your throat as you stuffed the keys in his hoodie pocket, screwing your eyes shut as he wrapped his arms around you despite his sulking. “I hate you.”
“Calling me your slut gets you wet, baby?” You shook your head, pulling away from him but he pressed himself against you, feeling your curves.“You can call me anything. I’d be your slut if you want me to. I’ll be all yours.”
“God, Peter.” Your voice wavered as you placed a hand on his chest, looking up at him hesitantly as you pressed the button of the elevator. “Keep your voice down, someone might hear you.”
“There you go again!” He snapped at you, annoyed as he leaned back on the wall as he unzipped his hoodie, breathing heavily. “Why don’t you want me anymore?"
“I want ypu, trust me. I do—” You rolled your eyes, stepping into the elevator, pulling him in by his arm.The elevator doors shut with a finalizing thud and you continued. “But I can’t.”
"Why not? Don't I use my...stick right?" He sniffed, dropping his head against the wall. "You want to break up with me because I am not good at sex, don't you?"
"Did you just call your dick...a fucking stick?" You stared at him, flabbergasted at his wording.
“Tell me why we can’t fuck in the elevator?” He ignored your words, peering down at you as you sighed, holding up your hand.
“We just can’t.”
“I’ll let you fuck yourself down on my face." He said, glancing down at your legs. His eyes trailing up to your covered tits, he licked his lips.
“Gonna fuck you with my tongue while you're crying out on top of me." He said, pulling you to him. His hands trailed up your waist, up to your tits. He gave it a quick squeeze, his thumb pressing against the pebbled nipple. "Wanna eat that pussy, baby."
You pulled yourself out of his grip, but not before he dropped a feather light kiss on your neck, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You never saw him be so forward. You had your fair share of good night’s tangled in the sheets but he has never been so…vocal about how he felt. And if you were being honest, this was the hottest thing ever.
The elevator dinged as it opened on the seventh floor and you scurried out, pulling him out by tugging at his jacket. You pulled the keys out of his jeans pocket pushing the key into the lock.
He pressed himself behind you, his large hands pressing your hips back to his as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck as you shivered.
“Are you wet right now, baby?" He whispered, biting your earlobe. He peppered kisses down your neck, biting your sensitive skin.
“You are, aren’t you? If you are not going to touch me, will you touch yourself tonight?" He nibbled on your skin, licking the bruise forming on your skin. "Gonna put on a show for me?"
You quickly pushed the door open, walking in and shutting the door behind him. He pouted as you helped you take off his jacket, you took off your shoes, locking the door.
“We can literally have sex anywhere you want. The living room. Kitchen. The foot of my bed—”
“The foot of your bed?”
“We can try that.” He shrugged and you rolled your eyes.
Peter sighed, his shoulders dropping in defeat as he plopped down on the bed, burying his face in the blanket as his feet dangled from the edge of the bed.
You walked in, a glass of water in your hands. "Hey, sit up."
He craned his neck, smiling softly as he found you standing near the foot of the bed. He pulled himself up, accepting the glass from you with a polite smile. "Thank you, y/n."
"Drink up, sweetheart." You kissed his temple, running your fingers through his curls in order to tame the mess. He hummed leaning in your touch as he brought the glass to his lips, emptying it in a matter of seconds.
He handed you the glass and you placed it near his desk. You kissed his forehead, massaging his scalp with your fingers as he let out a sigh of content. "Feeling good?"
"Fucking euphoric." He moaned, dropping his head against your chest and you laughed, tapping his shoulder.
“Have you ever thought about me tying you to bed with my webs?" He wondered out loud as your eyes widened.
“Fuck, Peter.” You inhaled sharply, averting your eyes from him as he chuckled.
“Yes please. Fuck Peter.” He muttered as you rolled your eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of your hand as he giggled, clutching your hand to his lips and you sighed.
“No. We are not going to have sex tonight.”
"Please?" His pout flattered as you shook your head, patting his cheek.
“Come on.” You said as you walked over to the closet, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and shirt from the top rack. You placed the clothes down on the bed beside him. “Go get changed.”
“I can’t.” He muttered, stubborn.
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t get changed by myself.” He nibbled on his bottom lip, trying his best to maintain his innocent composure and you narrowed your eyes at him.
“You aren't that drunk–”
“I can’t take care of myself. Please take my clothes off.” He pleaded, a mischievous glint in his eyes that you tried your best to ignore as he raised his hands, making it easy for you to slip off his shirt. You pulled the shirt over his head, combing through his messy curls, trying to tame them.
He stretched out his arms, his abs flexing as he dropped back on the bed, his arms spread out.
“Can you not do that?” You spluttered and he raised an eyebrow at you, pointing at his abs, flexing them again much to your liking.
“You can touch them if you want." He offered and you shook your head, getting to your knees in front of him.
“Your loss." He shrugged and you sighed, undoing his shoelaces. You took off his shoes, placing them aside. You pulled off his socks, rolling them up and tossing them in the laundry basket.
"My jeans now." He mumbled and you chuckled, moving in between his legs as your fingers went up to his zipper hesitantly, unzipping his jeans.
"Now we're talking." He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at you with a smug smile plastered on his face. "Such a good girl. Looking like an angel on her knees for me, aren't you?"
You bit your lip, slipping off his jeans, sliding them down his legs as he sighed. "Gonna suck me off, baby?"
"Peter." You stood up to your full height, pulling out his phone and wallet from his pocket and placing them on the bedside table.
"Want me to fuck your face?" He brought his hand down to caress your cheeks, tipping your chin up with his finger. "Make me cum?"
Your cheeks heated up as you pulled away. "For fuck's sake, shut up!"
“But it’s true, Y/n. I want you to make me cum so bad.”
“Please, Y/n. I'm so hard right now.” He pulled him down, over him. He pressed up against you, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips as he rocked his hips against you. You screwed your eyes shut, you could either give into the pleasure of you could–
You pushed yourself off him, falling beside him on the bed as he let out a grunt, frustration coating his features as he turned to you.
“No I can’t, Peter. You’re drunk. I really want to but I don’t want you to regret it.” You mumbled, placing a hand on his cheek.
“But I am not going to. You’re my girlfriend. We can do it.” He reassured you, moving up to kiss your lips but you brought a hand down to his shoulder, squeezing it.
“No." You said, pushing him away gently. "I can’t. I am sorry.”
"I can’t even be mad at you.” He sat up, his fingers running through his hair, tugging at them roughly as he glanced at you. “I know you’re right. How are you such a good person. Can’t you just turn that rational part off and just fuck me?”
“I totally would but-”
“You can’t, I get it. You’re right. You’re so good sometimes I hate you.” He shifted closer to you, pushing stray hair out of your face. He pecked your cheek, dropping his head in the crook of your neck.
“Shut up.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling away from you. You reached for his clothes but he was already crawling over to his side of the bed.
“Wear it–" You started but he shook his head, curling up under the blankets.
“Put on some clothes, babe." You insisted.
"No, I am hot." He grumbled into the pillow, pulling the blanket up to his face.
“It’s a bit chilly-”
“Okay fine.” You raised up your hands in mock defense as you moved over to the end of the bed.
Peter groaned as his phone rang, squinting at the screen as he accepted the call.
"'ello?" He mumbled, the phone held loosely in his hand.
You giggled as you pulled off your dress, folding it neatly and placing it on his desk. You turned to face the mirror, picking up his comb and combing your hair as you turned to Peter who leaned back on the bed.
"Mis'er stark?" He yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he rolled over, his eyes widening as his gaze landed on you.
"How much did you drink, kid?" Tony chuckled from the other side.
"Kid." Tony warned.
"A lot." He confessed, smiling to himself sheepishly as you giggled, your hands reaching back to unclasp your bra. It fell down your shoulders and you caught it, placing it on his desk.
His eyed you, drinking in your half naked body as heat rushed to your cheeks. You covered your tits with your hands, turning away from him teasingly.
"We're going to have a long talk about that." Tony inhaled sharply.
"Yeah." Peter mumbled, his eyes fixated over your body. You chuckled as you slipped on a shirt.
“Is y/n with you? Tony asked. "She didn't take her phone with her."
"Yeah she is. She's looking like an angel, Mr. Stark." He muttered dreamily as you shot him a look, pulling on the sweatpants.
"Yeah?" Tony smiled.
"Yeah." He agreed, his smile widening as you rolled your eyes. "Looking so beautiful like this. God, I love her."
Tony let out a light chuckle in response.
"Looking like a fucking angel in just her panti–"
"Yeah, that's enough!" You quickly pulled the phone from his grip, your eyes widening as you glared at Peter.
You quickly hung up, crawling in the bed with him as he whined.
"What was that?" You said as you slipped inside the blanket, snuggling close to him. He sniffed, placing his head on chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist.
"S'fine, baby." You patted his cheek. He shuffled impossibly closer to you, tucking his head under your chin, his cheek squished against your clothed boobs.
His hand slid up your waist, you sighed, your body melting in the warmth radiating off his body. He brought his hand up to your chest, placing it on your boob. He whined as you slapped it away.
"Let me touch your boobs." He whimpered, rubbing his face in between your boobs as you laughed but shook your head.
"No." You giggled, your fingers threaded in his curls.
"Give me your bra then." He muttered, you cocked an eyebrow at him.
"It's the closest thing to your boobs." He shrugged nonchalantly and you stared at him in disbelief.
“Are you seriou-?”
"Fine." You crawled over to the edge, fetching your bra from his desk and handed it to him.
You chuckled to yourself as he smiled, turning around and snuggling in his pillow, with your bra in his hands. You crawled over to him, kissing his cheeks as you wrapped an arm around his waist.
He groaned as he twisted around in the sheets. His head pounded as he tried to sit up with his back to the headboard for support. He blinked at the red bra bunched up in between his fingers, his brows knitting in confusion.
“Oh, you’re awake.” You said. You were standing near the doorway and he blinked a couple of times at the sharp sunlight. “I’ll get you some Advil.”
You came back with the medicine and a glass of water. He took the medicine as you rubbed his forehead and he rested his head on his shoulder.
“I am never drinking ever again.” He grumbled and you giggled, kissing his forehead.
"Well, not as much as you drunk last night." You pulled his head up, kissing the corner of his mouth. "But you can have a little. In limit, alright?"
He nodded, his gaze falling upon your bra in his hand. His cheeks flushed as he caught you eyeing the bra with a small smile.
"Why do I…?" His blush deepened as he held up the bra, searching your eyes. "Why do I have this?"
You chuckled, "I said you couldn't touch my boobs–"
"And I asked for your bra because it was the closest thing to your boobs." He squinted at you in disbelief. "I can't believe I did that."
"So you remember?"
You laughed, wiping his mouth with the end of your sleeve as he leaned closer to you.
“Thank you for not sleeping with me last night." He glanced at you, his voice small. "Even though I insisted–it wouldn't be right."
“Of course, Pete. You shouldn’t thank me for doing the bare minimum.” You placed a kiss on the crown of your head. “Even though it was hard with everything you were saying.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He groaned, his head dropping in his hands.
"You're a whore when you're drunk!" You cracked up, your eyes crinkling as you wheezed. "You said so many dirty things–"
“I know what I said!” He blushed, swatting at your shoulder but you only laughed harder, causing him to crack a smile.
“I didn’t know you had it in you." You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye. "You asked me if you could fuck my face–"
"You asked me to sit on your face–"
"You said I'd look so pretty with your cock stuffed in my mouth, peter." Your hand came up to muffle your giggles as you watched the tips of his ears turn red. "You said you wanted to be my slut–my good boy–"
"You almost told my dad about me being in my panties in front of you–”
"Shut up!" He buried his face in the pillow.
“Every word that came out of your mouth was basically porn." You tapped his butt and he whined. "It was quality porn, though. I am telling you.”
Synopsis: Peter sends the right picture to the wrong number
“Peter? How are you?” May asked as soon as Peter answered the phone. “Are you healed? Where are you right now? Did you just get out of class? And have you eaten today? What are you doing right-“
“May, calm down.” Peter cut her off. “One question at a time, please.”
“Are you healed?” She asked. “I saw that Spiderman got hurt pretty badly on the news. The gash on your stomach was really bad.”
“Yes. I’m fine.” Peter insisted. “I told you, I heal really fast. Don’t worry about me.”
“I think you’re just saying that to get me off your back.” She clicked her tongue. “Send me a picture right now.”
“Fine.” Peter grumbled. He lifted up his shirt and quickly sent May a picture of his healed stomach.
“Did you get it?” He asked once the picture was delivered.
“No. Try again.”
Peter rolled his eyes and sent another picture, from a different angle this time.
“It says it was delivered.” He said once the second picture went through.
“lmao good morning to you too” Popped up on Peters screen, making him furrow his eyebrows.
“Why did you tell me good morning?” He asked May.
“What? I didn’t.”
“But I sent two pictures to your…” Peter trailed off when he suddenly remembered May had changed her number. Whatever stranger that had her old number was the one who received his pictures. His very personal pictures.
“Ohhhh dear.” Peter panicked as he realized how suggestive the pictures were. “Oh no.”
“Here’s a little something for your troubles. Don’t spend it all at one place.” Popped up right before a picture of you in the mirror, wearing a small black bikini. Your face was covered by your phone, but the rest of the picture didn’t leave must to the imagination.
“Peter?” May asked on the other end of the line. “What’s going on?”
“Sorry.” Peter clicked away from your photo and sent his pictures to May. “I just sent it. I forgot you changed your number.”
“Okay. Your stomach looks fine.” She said when she got the pictures. “You should still-“
“Gotta go May bye!” Peter stammered and hung up the phone. He quickly went back to your picture and blushed as he clicked on the image.
“That was a total accident but I appreciate the response lol” He wrote back.
“oh I see. you just accidentally sent your perfect abs to me. twice” You wrote after a few seconds.
“I swear. I was trying to show my Aunt something” He chuckled as he texted you back.
“oooo so they weren’t for a girl?” You sent after a second. “if you’re accepting applications for someone to lay on your six pack and talk about their day, I could send you my resume. I have open availability”
Peters face went red, so he pressed his cold hand to his cheek to calm down.
“No need. You’re hired ;(“
Peter re-read what he sent you and realized he had made a typo.
“That’s was supposed to be a ;) I promise”
“ok good because I thought I just got hit with the very first sad wink” You texted him.
“You didn’t. And your beautiful by the way” Peter wrote, not wanting the picture you sent him to go unappreciated.
“you’re*” You sent. “your being arrested by the grammar police”
“You’re*” Peter corrected you right back.
“delete my number” You texted back, making him laugh.
“no please give me a second chance ;(“
“fine but only bc ur funny.” You replied. “what can I call you besides the wrong number that sent me a pic of their glorious abs?”
“in case you decide to leak my pics online (since they’re so glorious) I’m just gonna tell you my name is P” Peter texted after he thought about it for a minute. He didn’t want his pictures to be used against him one day, but he wanted to keep talking to you.
“well hello P :)” You greeted. “you can call me bumblebee for the same reasons”
Peter smiled to himself, knowing that you giving him a nickname to call you meant you wanted to keep talking as well.
“Okay bumblebee. I think it’s cute. But why that name?” He wondered.
“because calling me honey would imply that I’m a love interest in your life. bumblebee is platonic” You answered.
“If you aren’t a love interest, how come you sent that me that lovely picture?” Peter hoped you were flirting, so he tried to flirt back.
“because P 🙄 If we start talking with the intention of this becoming romantic, it inevitably will become romantic. But it will be because we both wanted a relationship after putting time into each other. We would never know if we actually wanted to be together, or if we just wanted to justify the time we spent texting a wrong number”
Peters thumbs danced over his keyboard as he tried to think of a way to respond, but you were quicker.
“anyways that’s my gripe with online dating lol.” You sent. “How’s your day been P?”
“You have made it significantly better bumblebee.” He replied. “I didn’t know a wrong number could be this exciting”
“I’m very exciting P.” You told him. “And if you continue to text me, you’ll see that”
“So you want to keep talking? Because I do too” He sent back after waiting a few seconds so he didn’t seem desperate.
“I do.” You said, much to his relief. “But don’t ask me for anymore pictures. I like a bit of mystery ;(“
“Well bumblebee, so do I :)”
“Who keeps texting you?” Ned asked when Peters phone buzzed for the millionth time that day. They were eating at the dinning hall where you and MJ were seated just a few feet away, but neither of you knew that.
“I accidentally sent a picture of my abs to a wrong number, and we’ve been texting all weekend.” Peter explained as he texted you back.
“You’ve been texting a stranger that you accidentally sent nudes to?” Ned laughed in shock.
“She’s not a stranger. Not anymore.” Peter shrugged. “Shes our age and she’s really cool.”
“What if she just says she’s your age and she’s actually some pervert who got their lucky break?” Ned said pointedly.
“Then this pervert has a great personality.” Peter chuckled at something you had sent.
“even tho I am not your love interest, I do have to tell you that I had trouble falling asleep last night bc I was smiling too much from our convo ;(“
“You must be right about us not being lobe interests because I can’t be the boy of your dreams if I’m keeping you from sleeping ;(“ Peter texted you back.
“now I never said anything about us being LOBE interests” You replied as you made fun of his typo.
“If you correct my grandma again I’m blocking you”
“🗣GRANDMA👵” You sent back, making yourself laugh.
“Please tell me you’re not still texting that number.” MJ whined as you laughed at your phone.
“How could I not? Have you seen his abs?” You went to show her the picture again, but she pushed your phone away.
“Have you seen the lesbian flag hanging on my wall?” She tilted her head. “Or the way my pointer and middle finger are shorter than the rest of my nails? Abs do nothing to me.”
“Well they make me weak in the knees, so I’m gonna keep texting him.” You told her. “Plus, he’s really funny and sweet. He’s not one of those cringy nice guy types that continuously tell you what a good cuddler they are and try to get you to compliment them.”
“Please.” She snorted as she stole a french fry from you. “Not the pick me boys.”
“I’m serious. Next time a boy tells me he’s too ugly to talk to me, I’m agreeing with him.” You insisted. “But P isn’t like that. He’s a good one.”
“I still find it a little strange, but I’m happy if you’re happy.” She decided. “Just let me know if he starts to get creepy.”
“I will.” You assured her as you texted Peter back.
As the days went on, you and Peter continued to text. You never exchanged your real names or any pictures of your faces, but you exchanged fond memories and personal anecdotes. Days turned into months and Peter found himself texting you as soon as he woke up and right before he fell asleep every night. Not knowing who the other really was allowed you to learn exactly who the other was, just without visuals.
“hello P. Please tell me about ur day. Full details plz and thank u” You texted Peter one day as you walked out of class.
“I had a good day today bee :)” He replied. “I had toaster waffles for breakfast and then a math test first period. And then a bunch of boring stuff. I’ll spare you the details”
“I don’t think anything about you is boring.” You told him. “How was the test?”
Peter sat down on top of a tall building and pulled his mask off to text you properly. He didn’t even realize that hours had gone by as he messaged you instead of going on patrol like he planned.
“what do you think I look like?” You asked once you’d been taking for a while.
“I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world” Peter answered.
“but you’ve never seen me”
“But you make me smile even when you didn’t know I was frowning.” He told you. “And you always show that you care about me, even tho you don’t know me. I think that makes you beautiful”
“P ;(“ You sent back as you felt your eyes get glassy. You didn’t know how a stranger could make you feel so known, but Peter managed to do it every day.
“you can call me honey is you want” You told him, trying to hint that you wanted to take your relationship to the next level.
“*if” Peter replied, making you laugh loudly.
“I’m just kidding” He told you. “Honey come back ;(“
You sighed happily and held your phone over your heart, pretending for a moment that it was Peter before answering,
“I’m always right here P”
“Don’t tell me you’re still texting that wrong number.” Ned gasped when he saw your nickname light up on Peters phone. “It’s been like, three months.”
“It’s been five months and yes, I still text her.” Peter said proudly. “Other than you and May, she’s the person I speak to the most.”
“But you don’t even know who she is.” Ned reminded him. “Why don’t you put this energy into a girl you can actually see?”
“Because I really like this girl.” Peter insisted. “And how many opportunities am I gonna get to fall in love with someone simply from their personality? I have no idea what she looks like, but I’m super into her. I think that means something.”
“You do know what she looks like.” Ned’s eyes darted to Peters phone, reminding him of the bikini picture you had sent him the first time you spoke.
“Just below the shoulders.” Peter flushed as he thought of the picture.
“I don’t know.” Ned shook his head. “I still think it’s weird. She could be a creepy old man.”
“She’s not.” Peter laughed. “I swear, she’s really cool. Oh, and she’s texting me now.”
“Stop texting that guy. He could be a serial killer.” MJ shook your arm as you texted Peter something during your lunch break.
“He can’t be a serial killer.” You rolled your eyes. “He’s sweet and funny.”
“So Ted Bundy.” MJ deadpanned.
“Stop it.” You playfully shoved her. “He just asked me who my celebrity crush is. Would a serial killer want to know that?”
“hm. does Spiderman count? because I want him to swing me around the city in his arms” You texted him back.
“Dude, she just said she has a thing for spiderman.” Peter gripped Ned’s arm when he read your text.
“Wait, really?” Ned perked up. “The plot thickens.”
“You don’t even know what he looks like” Peter wrote back.
“don’t be jealous P. I still want to lick your abs” You sent, earning an eye roll from MJ. Peter gulped when he read your text and slammed his phone down on the table.
“What did she say?” Ned wondered.
“Nothing.” Peter squeaked. “She didn’t say anything.”
As you walked out of your final class that night, you pulled out your phone to text Peter. Peter texted you back as he swung around campus, looking for some crime to prevent. You were so engrossed in your conversation with Peter that you didn’t notice the car coming towards you as you crossed the street.
Before you knew what was happening, you felt yourself being pulled sideways by a web. You stumbled into Spider-Man’s arms as a car whipped by, making you realize how close you were to getting hit.
“Woah. Careful there, miss.” Peter quipped as he held you close. “New York drivers are crazy.”
“T-thanks Spiderman.” You stammered as your heart pounded in your ears.
“You’re welcome. Are you all right?” He asked as he helped you stand on your feet.
“I think so.” You nodded in a daze. “I’m just a little shaken up.”
“Let me walk you home.” He offered. “You might be in shock for a little bit.”
“O-okay.” You stammered, still a little starstruck from talking to your celebrity crush.
Peter kept light conversation with you as he walked you back to your dorm. Peter had never spoken to you before, so he didn’t have to disguise his voice. You were a little shy around him at first, but you were able to warm up to him on the walk over. You soon had each other laughing and bumping into each other as you walked down the narrow sidewalk. You genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, yet neither of you realized the other was the one person you’d been texting for months.
“Well, this is my dorm.” You sighed as you reached your building. “Thanks for walking me home.”
“My pleasure.” He nodded. “Try not to get hit by any cars until I see you again.”
“I’ll try.” You chuckled. “Bye Spiderman.”
Once you were inside your building, Peter swung back to his dorm and slipped in through the window.
“Hey dude.” Ned looked up as Peter pulled off his mask. “Where were you?”
“You know that girl in our intro to philosophy class? With the red converse?” Peter smiled a little to himself.
“Yeah. I also know how you stare at her instead of paying attention.” Ned teased.
“Well her face is better than Professor Carr’s notes.” Peter defended. “And her name is Y/n.”
“So what about her?”
“She almost got hit by a car. I had to pull her out of the way. Well Spiderman did.” Peter corrected. “Then I walked her home.”
“Ooo. So you’re cheating on bumblebee?” Ned pretended to gasp.
“I’m not.” Peter playfully rolled his eyes. “Y/n just needed to be saved by a big manly man. And that’s me.”
“Okay hot shot.” Ned and Peter laughed at themselves.
“Y/n’s actually really cool.” Peter blushed slightly. “She was so shy around Spiderman. I never realized how pretty she was.”
“Damn.” Ned eyed Peter curiously. “You really are cheating on bumblebee.”
“Shut up.” Peter mumbled as he phone buzzed. “She’s texting me now.”
“you’ll never guess what happened!!” You sent.
“What happened?” Peter texted you back.
“I almost got hit by a car!!!!”
“Oh my God are you okay??” Peter frowned and sat down on his bed.
“yes! because Spiderman saved me and walked me home. ahhhh!” You replied. Ned noticed the way Peters face went sheet white at whatever he had read.
“What?” Ned wondered when he saw the panicked look in Peters eyes.
“Hold on a minute.” Peter gulped and texted you back quickly, “Where did this happen?”
“right outside my school. he was so heroic. I’m in love” You answered.
“It’s Y/n.” Peter gasped and stood up.
“What about her?”
“The girl I’ve been texting.” Peter looked up in shock. “It’s Y/n!”
“How do you know?” Ned asked.
“She just texted me to tell me how Spiderman saved her from a car outside of her school.” Peter showed Ned his phone as his hands shook.
“Oh my God.” Ned read the texts and put it all together. “You saved Y/n from the car.”
“I know.” Peter read the messages over again. “That means she has to be the girl I’m texting.”
“Are you gonna tell her who you are?” Ned asked him.
“I don’t know.” Peter frowned. “That’s two secrets to reveal at once. I can’t tell her I’m P without also telling her I’m Spiderman.”
“Do you trust this girl?”
“Ned, I think I love this girl.” Peter nodded.
“Then test her.” Ned suggested. “Flirt with her as Spiderman and see if she’s loyal to P. If she turns down her crush for you, you’ll know she’s loyal enough to be trusted.”
“Okay.” Peter agreed. “Good idea.”
The next day, the plan was in action. Peter put on his suit after class and waited on a rooftop until he spotted you. He swung towards you and landed in front of you, making you gasp.
“Hey.” Peter folded his arms and did his best to look cool. “What’s up?”
“Hi Spiderman.” You smiled in surprise. “I can’t believe I ran into you twice.”
“I actually wanted to see you.” He admitted. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine, thanks to you.” You said shyly. “You saved my life. I can’t thank you enough.”
“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job.”
“Well I appreciate it anyway.” You told him. “You’re my hero.”
Peter blushed under his mask as he started to walk you towards your dorm. He blew out a nervous breath before putting Ned’s plan into motion.
“I um, I didn’t catch your name yesterday.” Peter pretended not to know.
“It’s Y/n.” You told him. “What’s yours?”
“Nice try.” He chuckled as you snapped your fingers.
“It was worth a shot.” You laughed. “I just want to know more about the man who saved my life.”
“I could tell you a few things.” He shrugged. “I like cats, I hate baby carrots, and I don’t know how to drive.”
“What did baby carrots ever do to you?” You pretended to be offended.
“That’s classified.” He played along. “I’ll have to get to know you a little better before I can trust you with that information.”
As you made your way to your dorm, Peter continued to flirt with you to see if you took an interest in him as Spiderman. You were always polite, but you never flirted back.
“Here we are.” You said when you reached your dorm. “Thanks for walking me home again.”
“Maybe I could walk you home more often.” He said as he took a step closer to you.
“I don’t know about that, Spiderman.” You smiled apologetically. “You’re sweet, but I’m not interested.”
“Oh. That’s okay.” Peter nodded, secretly pleased that you were turning him down.
“It’s not you.” You assured him. “You seem really cool, and I’ve actually had a crush on you forever. But I’m talking to this boy and I really like him so I’m not looking for anything else.”
“Are you?” Peter asked. “What’s his name?”
“P.” You smiled as you said his alias. “Well, that’s just what I call him. We met online, so I don’t know his real name. But he’s a really good guy. And as heroic and amazing as you are, you don’t stand a chance against him. I think I’m in love with him and I’ve never even seen his face.”
Peter stilled for a moment at your confession. You telling him that you were in love with him was not a part of the plan.
“Do you…do you want to?” He asked softly as his hands went to the bottom of his mask.
“Of course I do. But we agreed the mystery was more fun.” You shrugged sadly. “I’m starting to regret that, though. I want to be with him in real life. Not just on my phone.”
“Um...I have to show you something.” Peter said as he pulled out his phone. He pulled up your contact and sent you a simple text,
You furrowed your eyebrows when you phone buzzed as soon as Spiderman finished sending a text.
“Did you just text me?” You asked as you pulled out your phone. You read the text from P and looked up at Spiderman in confusion.
“My name is Peter.” He said slowly. “Peter Parker. But you’ve always called me P.”
“You…you’re…” You stumbled back as you tried to process what you were seeing. Peter took you by the hand and brought you to the side of your dorm building. When he made sure no one could see you, he tugged his mask off.
“Hi bumblebee.” He smiled weakly at you. Peter watched your face as you went through a range of emotions. You were shocked, which melted into happy, which shifted to confusion.
“Wait, so the cute boy in my philosophy class is also the guy I’ve been texting for five months?” You asked.
“Who is also Spiderman?” You continued.
“Crazy right?” Peter laughed awkwardly.
“So thats why you sent me that picture of your stomach.” You realized. “You were hurt from your Spiderman duties.”
“Yeah.” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “After you texted me that Spiderman saved you, I realized the girl I was texting all this time was you. And I really value the friendship we’ve built, so I didn’t want to lie to you about who I was once I found out who you were.”
“P- I mean, Peter.” You shook your head. “Sorry, Spiderman? I’m not really sure what to call you right now.”
“I…I’ve always loved P.” Peter smiled sheepishly. You opened your mouth to speak, but shut it when a different idea came to your mind. You stepped forward and held his hands in yours before kissing him. Peters eyes widened before fluttering shut, his eyelashes ticking you as his eyelids closed. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist as he kissed you back, the experience somehow surpassing his wildest expectations for when he finally met you. When you pulled away, you smiled softly before telling him,
P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕
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Avengers reacting to you getting seriously hurt during a fight:
Tony would kneel down next to you while talking to Jarvis: "Jarvis, vitals." He would command and as soon as he hears that they are critical he would panic, but just for a moment: he can think fast. He would immediately pass you his suit to protect you and help you heal partially, before ordering Jarvis to send him another one. He would stay next to you the whole time: "Don't worry, y/n, you'll be okay.".
Steve would immediately walk to you, he also forgets about the fight. He takes you in his arms and looks at you while being concerned. "Y/n, stay still, I'm taking you away from this hell." He would say while lifting you in his arms and taking you away. He would keep looking at you the whole time, to make sure you stay awake.
Thor would be mad at basically anyone. He would take you in his arms and stare at you, his hand pressing on your wound. "No no no, keep your eyes on me, y/n." He would say while opening the Bifrost to immediately taking you to Asgard, when you'll receive the best cures. He would make sure to always keep an eye on you.
Natasha would do her best to protect you the whole time, but if something happened to you then she would immediately kneel down next to you, her eyes getting watery while she caresses your cheek. "I'm sorry, y/n, this is my fault." She would whisper while you try to confort her and make her understand that she's wrong. "Let's take you away from here." She would say before helping you stand up and leave the battlefield.
Wanda would fucking go crazy. She would be so protective of you. She immediately would kill every single enemy you have around in a rush of rage, before gently lifting you with her powers and taking you away from the enemies. She would fly next to you while caressing your forehead. "Don't worry, y/n, everything is going to be okay.".
Sam wouldn't waist a second: he would take you in his arms and fly away, his hands holding you tight while he stares at you. "I told you to be careful, goddamn, I'm going to kill them all." He would say while looking confident, but in reality he would be super concerned.
Peter would take off his mask and look at you, his eyes getting watery and his head shaking. "Hey, y/n, it's okay..." he would whisper while caressing your cheek. Then he would look at Tony. "Mr. Stark? What do I do?" He would ask, his eyes travelling back to you. "Take y/n away, kid." He would immediately nod and take you in his arms while whispering "Please, y/n, be okay, I love you...".
Bucky would kill whoever did this to you without even flinching, then he would kneel down and look at you. "Y/n, please, don't close your eyes." He would ask while lifting you and walking away from the battlefield. Nothing would matter in that moment, only keeping you safe. He would nervously look at you, his eyes filled with concern. "Please, I can't lose you..." he would whisper, his heart pounding faster in his chest.
Loki would sense it immediately. He would run to you and he would kneel down next to you. "My dear, stay still." He would tenderly whisper before placing a hand on your wound and healing you. His magic would immediately make you feel better. He would look at you with a smile while caressing your cheek. "Are you okay?" He would make sure, and as soon as you nod he would place a quick kiss on your lips before standing up. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must find whoever hurt you to rip their heart off their chest.".
Synopsis: You and Tom take Glamour’s friendship test
“Hey guys! I’m Y/n L/n.” Tom jokes to start off the video.
You’re a bit thrown by what he says, but you’re quick to recover.
“And I’m Sir Thomas Stanley Holland.” You joke as well in the worst possible British accent.
“Wow, my government name? Really?” Tom can’t help but laugh.
“And today, we are going to be taking the friendship test.” You chuckle along with him while finishing the introduction.
“For three bloody minutes?! How the hell are we supposed to do that?” Tom exclaims once the crew explains what the first exercise of the friendship test is.
You dramatically place a hand over your heart, “It won’t kill you to look into my eyes for three minutes!”
A split second of genuine fear flashes across the brit’s face. “No no no! That’s not what I meant! I was just wondering how we are going to keep our eyes open for three whole minutes.”
You drop the act and bust out with a loud cackle. “Tom, I’m pretty sure we can blink.” You wipe a tear of laughter that slipped from your eye and look towards the crew, “Right?”
“Yes, you can blink. Face each other and we’ll start the time.”
The two of you do as they say and face one another, officially starting the three minutes.
You almost immediately come to realize how difficult this might actually be. You try suppressing the smile that’s plastered on your face, but it’s no use. Meanwhile, Tom’s cheeks are already turning a light shade of pink.
A minute goes by.
“Damn, this is hard.” Tom says exactly what you’re thinking.
You nod in agreement and let out a small snicker.
“You have pretty eyes though.” You compliment him, hoping it’ll make the tension die down.
“I really don’t, but you have a pretty face.” He compliments right back.
The tension is here to stay.
“You’re not wrong.” You chuckle, not knowing what else to say.
“Oh, confident too!” He teases with a wink that sends flutters through your chest and stomach.
Tom flirting around with you is something that you have grown accustomed to. It always has the same affect on you. However, there’s just something about the blinding white lights, an entire set crew, and the multiple cameras pointed right at your face that amplifies the bashfulness he makes you feel.
Being the stubborn person you are, there’s no way you’re going to let it show. You play along, “I have to be as confident as possible if I’m going to be standing next to all of this.”
You take a slight step forward and brush your fingertips against his muscular bicep.
The two of you begin to die laughing, but never once breaking the, now soothing, eye contact.
“And that’s time.” You hear a voice call from beyond the cameras. “How was that guys?”
You and Tom face the front again as he takes the lead, “It was actually very difficult at first! I don’t know if I’ve ever stared directly into her eyes for that long, but I quite enjoyed it.”
“I agree! It’s a very intimate act and it’s very awkward to do for so long while being filmed, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” You add on to Tom’s statement before the producers move on.
“This one is going to be easy.” “Too easy!” You and Tom scoff upon hearing the second exercise..
Complimenting each other.
“I literally compliment her like ten times a day.” Tom says as he’s being handed a pen and notebook.
You grin at his words. He’s being 100% truthful about that. There has not been a single time the pair of you were in the same room and Tom failed to compliment you. Even if it was in a subtle way, you always noticed.
“I get a compliment once a month, but that’s okay I suppose.” He looks at the camera and shrugs, resulting in you smacking his arm with your notepad.
“That is a total lie.” You roll your eyes and start to write down your compliments.
Tom looks back at the camera when you’re distracted and silently mouths the words, “It’s true.”
A couple of minutes go by as you and Tom write when finally, “Okay guys, face one another and read the compliments out loud.”
You both follow the instructions.
You let out a deep breath and look at Tom. “I’ll go first.”
He doesn’t protest and let’s you take the stage.
You straighten your posture and clear your throat, “Thomas...” You glance up from your notepad and make eye contact with your favorite costar. A snort escapes from you, causing Tom to crack up as well.
“Okay okay seriously.” You clear your throat once more and start over.
“I admire the way you can completely light up a room all on your own. I’ve never met anyone as charismatic and sweet as you. I also admire your many, many abilities. The talent you have is incredible and I’m so lucky that I get to experience it firsthand. You inspire me to be better, both as an actress and as a person. You are definitely someone I want in my life forever.” You read off of the piece of paper while nervously rocking back and forth on your feet.
You finally look up at Tom, who is standing there with a tight lipped smile and teary eyes. You almost forgot how much of a softie he is.
“My turn?” He asks so quietly, you’ll be surprised if the mic picked up his voice.
“Umm...” You hum. You take another quick glance at your paper before saying, “One more thing. I really really like your curls. Stop slicking them down pretty please.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle as a tear manages to slip down his face.
Not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that you made him tear up, you quietly step closer to him and gently wipe his cheek with your thumb. A warm smile on both of your faces.
He sniffles and locks eyes with you. “Darling, if anyone is lucky around here, it’s me. From working on set to late night ice cream runs to chatting on the phone for hours on end, you are someone I can wholeheartedly call my best friend.”
Tom turns his head towards the main camera, “Sorry Haz.” You let out a chuckle as he continues.
“If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would never doubt yourself again. Your acting abilities are beyond this planet, and I have so much I could learn from you. You’re beautiful, talented, kind, and I guess you’re pretty funny sometimes. Being around you is a blessing. You are one of a kind, Y/n L/n. I hope you never forget that.” He finally finishes.
You release a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. From the second he started speaking, you realized he never once looked at his card. He’s an amazing actor so memorizing lines is second nature to him, but you don’t think he just repeated what he wrote on paper. The words he was speaking were coming from his heart.
You feel that your face is wet, telling you that you are absolutely crying right now. Remembering you’re on camera, you look at the set crew. “Phew, I’m glad I went first. I wouldn’t have topped that.”
The crew chuckles along with you and Tom, some of them have tears in their eyes as well. You fan your face, trying not to ruin your makeup.
Tom reaches over and rubs a few small circles on your back. While someone collects your pens and notepads, Tom leans down right next to your ear. “You even look beautiful when you’re crying.” He whispers for only you to hear.
You smile at him and whisper a small, “Thank you.” Your hand makes its way to his and you give him a slight squeeze. He returns the gesture before quickly leaning down and pecking your cheek.
“You two seem to be incredibly close with one another.” You hear the female producer say.
Tom takes the lead for a second time as you recollect yourself. “That is correct, we’ve always been very close. We met at the Emmy Awards after party and clicked immediately. Then we eventually got to be in a film together. And then another film and another film and we even get to be love interests in our new film, Spider-man: Far From Home, in theaters now.” He slips in a shameless movie promo.
He chuckles lightly at his behavior before continuing, “But yeah, Y/n has always been a person I enjoy being around. We’ve always been close.”
“Is it like a brother/sister type of relationship?” Another producer asks.
“Oh god, no.” You suddenly chime in, receiving a roar of laughter from everyone.
“I don’t think your brother or sister is someone you kiss on camera everyday, but I have to agree with Tom. I don’t really know why, but we’ve always been drawn to one another. And luckily, you can see the depth of our chemistry on the big screen. I’m genuinely very thankful for him.”
“This last one is pretty quick and simple. You guys will be trust falling.”
“Oh no.” Tom groans.
You snap your head towards him and let out a gasp. “What is that supposed to mean?” You cry.
“It means I’m about to smack onto the ground!” He laughs and begins to study the floor beneath him.
“Well then I guess we fail the test because Tom doesn’t trust me.” You speak to the camera in front of you.
“I do trust you! I just don’t trust your strength.” He explains as he pokes your arm.
You swat his hand away. “Zero faith! I got it!” You whine.
“Okay love, you got it.” He agrees with you, only to once again turn to the camera when you aren’t looking and shakes his head no.
You get in position and make an X over your chest with your arms. From behind you, you hear a loud clap and your costar’s hands rubbing together.
“You better catch me, Tom.” You warn, side eyeing him.
“Look who’s having trust issues now! C’mon, Y/n, I’m Spider-man” He brags, flashing a charming smile at the camera.
“You are absolutely right! What was I thinking?” and with that, you close your eyes and let your body start falling towards the earth.
A bit thrown by how easily you gave in, Tom let’s out a loud gasp before thrusting himself forward. You feel a drop in your stomach similar to the feeling of being on a rollercoaster. Because of how quickly it all happened, it was a seriously close call.
You open your eyes to find yourself about a foot above the ground, Tom in a very low lunging position. Every person in the room has wide eyes and dropped jaws.
You smirk, “Thanks Spidey.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome. Get up!” Tom grunts, the combination of holding you up and squatting incredibly low to the ground already taking a toll on him.
You chuckle before helping Tom get you back on your feet. “That was so fun! I wanna do it again.”
With your arms outstretched to the sides, you let yourself fall back again. After only a few milliseconds of falling, you feel the impact on your back hitting Tom’s chest. “Y/n, you’re psycho. Don’t do that when I’m not ready!” Tom says in a semi serious tone.
“Oh my god, I’m okay! I trust your Peter tingle.” You laugh at your own joke as you switch positions, Tom now in front of you.
Ignoring your comment, Tom prepares for his trust fall. “Are you sure you can handle my weight?” He asks once more.
“Duh. You just bought yourself a ticket to the gun show, baby.” You flex your biceps to the camera. There’s barely anything there, but the truth is you don’t actually know if you can carry Tom. Luckily, ‘fake it til you make it’ is basically your life motto.
Tom chuckles warmly at the sight of you being silly for the camera. The two of you make eye contact again. For some reason, it feels more intense than it did about 10 minutes ago during the first exercise. You slowly lower your arm and reciprocate his smile.
‘Shoot, we’re still on camera.’ You thought to yourself.
You recover by saying, “Want me to count you down?”
Tom answers by wordlessly nodding his head and turning his back towards you. “I trust you.” He says sincerely.
The smile returns to your face when you hear those three little words. You begin to count, “Three...two...one!”
- - - - -
You laugh loudly from your bed while you watch your Glamour video. It’s been two weeks since you and Tom filmed this, and it was just uploaded earlier today.
After you counted down, Tom let his body go and started to descend to the floor. It would’ve gone great, if he fell the right way.
You laugh to yourself again as you watch the brunette boy fall forward instead of backward. You remember every detail of this like it was yesterday.
Momentary shock courses through your body before instinct kicks in. You manage to grab a handful of Tom’s shirt with one hand and firmly grasp his upper arm with your other hand.
However, just as you suspected, you were unable to carry his weight. At least not while he was hurdling forward!
You strain every muscle in your arms, legs, and core, but it was useless. The two of you slightly shift to the side before you both crash onto the floor. You both groan, but soon begin to laugh uncontrollably. Then you groan some more.
“What are you laughing about in here?” You hear a voice coming from the bathroom connected to your room.
You look up to see your boyfriend wrapped in a white towel hanging from his hips. His hair is soaked, droplets of water dripping down his face and bare chest. The steam from behind him only adding to the effect.
He never fails to leave you speechless. A low chuckle leaves his lips, knowing full and well what he’s doing to you. Finally, you snap out of it and answer his question.
“I’m watching the Glamour video we filmed a couple of weeks ago. You’re such an idiot, Tom. I can’t believe you let yourself fall the wrong way!” You snicker, replaying that part of the video.
Tom sits next to you on the bed, watching and laughing along with you. “You still caught me!”
“But we ended up on the ground.” You look up at him and to no surprise, he’s already looking at you.
“But you still caught me.” Tom says slower this time, leaning down and connecting his lips with yours. The taste of minty toothpaste dances on your tongue as you kiss him back.
“I’m happy I fell for you.” He says.
You can feel your cheeks heating up, so your first instinct is to deflect. “Yuck, you’re so cheesy!”
“True, but don’t forget you fell for me too, darling.” Tom brags and places a quick kiss on your temple.
You close your laptop and turn to fully face him. “Do you think people will be able to tell we were already dating when we took this, uh, friendship test?”
“Without a doubt in my mind.” He says bluntly. “I can just see the tweets now.”
You both chuckle, knowing your little year long secret is most likely coming to an end soon. You know Tom doesn’t mind though. Surprisingly, he wanted to be exclusive from the start. You just weren’t there yet.
Although it’s something you’ve worried about for months, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal anymore. The love you have for Tom has officially outgrown the fear of ridicule and judgement.
“Good.” You affirm. “I think it’s about time we show the world how much we love each other.”
Now it’s your turn to initiate a breathtaking kiss. The two of you let this go on for about three minutes (ironically) before you pull away. “I’m gonna take a shower, baby.”
Tom scoffs, “Without me?!”
“You just took one!” You laugh and shake your head at your boyfriends usual antics.
“Well I actually might’ve missed a few spots on my back, and I could really use your help. Plus, it would save some water! This is such a good idea, Y/n. I’ll race you there!” He pushes out in one breath before retreating back into the steamy bathroom.
The corners of your lips curve into a wide grin. You can’t believe this is your life, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
At the sound of the shower nozzle turning, you quickly rip the covers off of your legs before fast walking towards the bathroom.
“You better not have used all of my favorite body wash, Tom!”
He definitely has some form of exhibition kink. Like I just imagine Peter as the type to fuck you in a classroom before your graduation for some reason.
You've definitely been railed in several rooms at the avengers compound and had some of them catch you in the act.
Peter also lives to praise you. Not gonna lie, his type is definitely sassy pillow princesses that adore just being loved by him for hours at a time. But he would also love if they have a sarcastic side to them.
He's definitely had you ride his thigh on several occasions because why not also its hot, don't deny it. Or cockwarming him as he does college essays or smth.
" i'm not letting you sleep on the couch. come on. get under the blankets. " with peter please!
warnings: like one swear and a suggestive joke
a/n: apparently my days of writing short and sweet blurbs are over because this goes on forever? lmfao damn but seriously i hope u enjoy <3
as fate would have it, you’ve been best friends with peter parker for almost your entire life. he came to your rescue when you got stuck on the slide during your first day of kindergarten, and that’s when everything fell into place. you two took turns hosting play dates and grew a bond that could never break.
it’s withstood all the obstacles that are thrown your ways, even peter’s top secret identity that you weren’t supposed to find out about. peter once left the spidey suit in a pile of dirty laundry by accident, and you saw it. he actually made you spit shake on you keeping his double life to yourself. that was gross, but you did it for him.
you’d do anything for him. he’d do the same, honestly more, for you. you love each other unconditionally. not only as friends, as much more than either of you have the guts to admit. there’s a decade of history between you to prove it.
so, while you and peter sit shoulder to shoulder on your couch watching freaky friday, you each mentally pray the other will make a move.
“if you could switch bodies with anyone for a day, who would it be?” peter wonders, a smirk pulling at his lips. “wow, how thought provoking. i wonder how you came up with that,” you sarcastically comment. he rolls his eyes, still smiling nevertheless. “just answer the question.”
you look from the tv to peter and return his smile. “um, i dunno... you.” not pleased, peter scrunches his nose up. “me? why me?” your response is a shrug.
he shifts his legs around on the cushion, body now turned so it’s facing you.
“that’s so boring. you already know everything there is to know about me, y/n/n,” peter reprimands, poking your side lightly. “pick somebody else.” you elbow his arm with a scowl. “no, i pick you. i’ll always pick you.”
peter’s heart starts to beat a bit faster upon hearing you say that. he feels his cheeks getting hot, so he turns back towards the tv before you notice. you observe the shift in energy and quickly change the topic.
“there’s a whole bunch of cool shit you can do. like, i wanna be able to climb walls,” you propose and grab the bowl of popcorn on your coffee table. peter steals a handful, tossing it up and catching it in his mouth. “it’s not as fun as it looks, being spider-man. you couldn’t last a day.”
your eyes narrowed, you throw a piece of popcorn at peter’s chest. “is that a challenge, spidey?” he flicks the popcorn off his t-shirt and back in the bowl. “nuh uh. after seeing the things i have, i don’t want you anywhere near the superhero life.”
his arm slings around your back and draws you into his side. that counts as a move, you choose to believe. you lay your head on his shoulder, biting down on your lip to suppress a grin. peter rests his cheek against the top of your head.
the two of you refocus your attention to the movie, all warm and cuddly.
at some point between mean girls and jennifer’s body, you both pass out. you wake up first, to end credits and peter fast asleep on you.
you’ve switched positions so peter is laying on your shoulder with his face nuzzled into the side of your neck. his curls tickle your cheek, soft breaths leaving his lips which are dangerously close to your skin.
he seems so peaceful, you’re tempted to let him stay like this. however, you’d rather not spend the night on the couch when your perfectly good bed is mere feet away.
“pete,” you whisper, to which you receive a light snore as a response. dork. grabbing the remote, you hit pause on the movie. “peter,” you try again and louder. he stirs a bit this time, yet remains mostly unfazed.
your hand tangles in his messy locks and brushes them off his forehead. you continue to weave your fingers through his hair, peter pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.
crap, did he just…
peter suddenly shoots up in his spot, practically giving himself whiplash as he does so. you wince while he blinks the sleep out of his eyes.
“what time is it?” he speaks lower than usual.
are you supposed to ignore what just happened? peter was disoriented from waking up only seconds ago, sure. but, he kissed you.
“uh…” you trail off, checking your phone. he’s not going to like what you have to say. “shit, it’s a little after three.” peter gasps and shakes some cookie crumbs off his shirt. “in the morning? oh my god, may is gonna freak! she’s probably freaking already.”
you sigh. “she’s always freaking.” hopping off the couch, peter collects both your garbage. “for good reason, y/n! i mean, her nephew is literally me! i don’t make things easy.” he shuffles into your kitchen and heads to the trash can.
peter is a nervous cleaner, though you wouldn’t expect it from the state he keeps his room in.
“i’d freak all the time if i was my aunt, too,” he grumbles to himself.
you can’t help but be endeared by his mini rant because it’s just so him. oh, you’ve got it bad for this boy.
“the one time we branch out and do movie night at your place, this is what we get,” peter complains while flopping down next to you, carrying his sneakers. “i should go before may reports me as missing… again.”
your brows knitted together, you grab his hand to stop him from tying his shoelaces. he glances up at you with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights.
“i get it, but you can’t be swinging around the city at this hour. just stay here, peter,” you softly suggest. peter realizes you haven’t let go of his hand yet, and he doesn’t want you to. a shy smile pulls at his lips. “uh, i guess i could. maybe it’ll give may some time to calm down.”
his fingers play around with yours. “would… would your parents be cool with it, though?” you look back towards their room, where the door is shut. they’re surely asleep by now. “what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
“this is a terrible idea,” peter groans and hides his face in your shoulder. he lets out a quiet yawn, arms curling around your middle. “but, i’m too tired to fight you on it.”
every time peter touches you, you swear you’re going to combust.
“good,” you pat the top of his head lightly. “it’s way past our bedtime, so shall we?” peter stretches out his body, laying on the arm of the couch. “we shall. goodnight, y/n.”
you push at his chest before he drifts off for real. “what are you doing?” he rolls onto his back with a frown. “what do you mean? i’m sleeping, as per your orders.” you’re in love with a dummy. you lightheartedly shake your head at him. “no, i’m not letting you sleep on the couch. come with me.”
you haul yourself off the cushion and hold out a hand for peter. he’s confused, but takes it. once he gets to his feet, you begin leading him to your room.
“where are we going?” he questions. “you’ll see,” you shortly reply.
peter then recognizes the familiar wallpaper adorning the hall he’s walked down so many times. his breath catches in his throat.
are you two sharing your bed for the night?
“right this way,” you push open your bedroom door, stepping inside. peter hesitantly follows in after. he closes the door behind you, nerves clear on his face and in his actions as you make your way to your bed.
with a reassuring grin, you smooth your fingers over your comforter. “come on, get under the blankets.” peter stands stiff in the middle of your room. “what? i… you want me to… are- are you sure?”
“positive. i don’t bite, unless you’re into that,” you joke, partially. peter’s face flushes, hands digging into the pockets of his sweatpants. “well, duh. i- i just, don’t want you to be uncomfortable or whatever.”
your playful demeanor becomes more serious. “i’m never uncomfortable with you, pete. you make me feel the safest.”
“oh… okay. yeah, okay,” peter nods a couple times and pads the short distance to your bed. this is the moment he’s been waiting for.
he slips in next to you, confidence slightly boosted as he drapes your comforter over himself. taking initiative this time, peter faces you and hugs you close until your chests are flush against each other’s. his arms stay around your middle, your own hooking around his neck.
he’s enveloped in you and snuggled up in your bed. it doesn’t get any better than this.
“thanks for letting me stay,” peter rasps, searching for your eyes. they sparkle under the moonlight. “anytime, you know that.” you drag your nails across the back of his neck soothingly. his fingers trace over your hip. goosebumps pop up everywhere on your skin.
“i love you, y/n. really, really love you. i have for so long, but i wasn’t sure how to tell you. but… i needed to,” peter finally admits. there’s a beat of silence while you process his confession. “i’m happy you did ‘cuz i love you, too,” you laugh out, peter exhaling the biggest breath of relief.
a goofy smile overtakes his features, his hands squeezing at your hips. “you do? woah… wow. we’re in love, huh? always wanted to say that.” you giggle and cup both his cheeks, which are a deep shade of pink. “i thought you could tell. by the way, now would be a good time to kiss me again.”
peter leans into your palm and quirks an eyebrow. “i didn’t think you caught the first one.” your lips ghost over his from the small space between you two. “don’t underestimate me.” tilting your chin head up, peter runs his thumb along your jawline. “never.”
his lips collide with yours in a kiss that’s been years in the making and completely worthwhile.
it turns out that movie night at your place wasn’t such a bust, after all.