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Pretense [3]

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x HOH!Reader

Words: 6,138

Warnings: Alcohol use, fluff, smut (18+ minors dni)

Summary: When you, an intern for the Daily Bugle, are set out to find the person behind the mask of New York’s Spider-Man, your life turns upside down with secrets, supervillains, and a boy by the name of Peter Parker.

A/N: I couldn’t decide if I should add smut or not so it sat in my drafts for like a month lmao SORRY Will try to update on Thursdays (or every other Thursday) now

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MJ and Ned are sitting in Peter’s and Ned’s dorm room waiting for Peter to start talking. After you had left the coffee shop, Peter texted the group chat, asking MJ and Ned to meet up at their dorm room the next day. It was kind of (intentionally) brushed off to seem like a movie night, a normal occurrence between them but when they arrived tonight, Peter said he actually needed to tell them something.

“So, are you gonna tell us?” MJ asks, watching Peter fidget with his fingers.

“Uh, yeah so there’s this girl.” Peter starts, voice consumed of hesitance as he looks up slightly to MJ.

“You need to ask us about girl problems?” MJ raises her brows, her words coming off a little more harsh than intended. Peter’s just never asked for help about a girl before, at least not to her, and he made this seem like it something really important. So, she’s left a little confused.

“No.” Peter shakes his head quickly. “Her name’s Y/n Y/L/N--”

“Like…the one whose brother got hurt last year?” Ned pipes in, making Peter and MJ furrow their brows at him before looking between each other. “Ya know, the guy who was here on like a full ride scholarship, tore his ACL in a soccer game.” Ned has been keeping up with a few of the sports since coming to college, soccer being one he happened to like to watch, along with tennis.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I remember.” Peter nods, remembering that it was pretty big news around campus but he didn’t remember the person’s name. But Ned does and maybe it’s just a coincidence that you and him share a last name. “I’m not sure if that’s her brother.”

“Anyway…” MJ breaks up the conversation and brings Peter back to the topic at hand.

“Right, right, well, she works for the Daily Bugle.” Peter starts to explain, MJ and Ned narrowing their eyes, already not liking where this is going. “J. Jonah Jameson is having her go after Spider-Man to reveal his identity.”

“Oh, well that’s bad.” Ned states sucking in a breath.

“Yeah, you should probably stay away from her.” MJ warns, her words coming out as a scoff.

“About that.” Peter winces, scrunching his nose.

Ned groans while MJ rolls her eyes, both in disappointment. Peter doesn’t learn and at this point, they’re both a little sick of it. When they got their memories of him back, it was as if they were swept under by tsunami. It wasn’t this gradual thing where everything just went back to normal. They were flooded by memories and every single emotion that came with them.

MJ went through this tidal wave of emotions for this boy she didn’t even know that long. She felt this intense love and passion for him as every memory of him came back to her. He went from a stranger to someone she’d known for years and been in love with. Ned was swept up with the adornment he had, always having looked at Peter as a brother. Peter was more than a best friend, he was his brother and it all came back, the fear and worry for Peter’s life. It was a mess for the both of them.

There was peace in their lives prior to getting their memories back but after….it was a lot. They lived lives they didn’t even remember and it was because of Peter. They both love him and don’t want to lose him, but, they also really do not want to go through that again. Neither of them think they could handle it all again, people knowing he’s Spider-Man or forgetting him again. Peter choosing got not stay away you is only going to put everything in danger again.

“Come on.” Ned groans, tilting his head back.

“I have an idea and I-I think it’ll work!” Peter exclaims while Ned and MJ hold straight faces, MJ looking more annoyed than anything else, not saying a word. “I-I could be friends with her.”

“Bad idea.” MJ states, voice monotone, wanting this conversation to be done and over with.

“Just listen, okay and maybe I can convince her that Spider-Man isn’t that bad and he’s actually really helpful in saving people. Maybe I can change her mind.” Peter tries to defend his decision.

“Why do you think you could do that?” MJ asks.

It’s not that she doesn’t think he couldn’t convince you. She wants to know why he would take that risk at all. Does he want to lose everything again? Lose her and Ned again?

Peter shrugs. “I-I don’t know but I think it’s better than letting this girl run after me and have a chance to unmask me without knowing me. What if she finds out I’m Spider-Man and she doesn’t know me? Maybe if she got to know me and knew that it could ruin my life, maybe she wouldn’t do it. Ya know? Spider-Man is just some guy in a mask to her, to everyone, but if she knew there’s a real person…I-I don’t know maybe it could be different.” Peter looks down, hoping his friends can side with him, put a little trust into him.

“Dude, this is a bad idea.” Ned winces, knowing he’s wasting his breath. “What if she hates you though?” Ned asks, MJ chuckling under her breath at the question while Peter just looks offended. “I’m not saying you’re not likable but what if she hates you? Flash hated you for no reason.”

“At least I tried.” Peter defends.

Ned and MJ both let out a sigh as they look to each other. Despite thinking this will only end in flames, they nod because what if he doesn’t try? You go off, eventually figure it out. MJ did so maybe you can, too, somehow. You find out Peter is Spider-Man and you send it right off to JJ who writes about it and Peter’s life is destroyed all over again. At least this way, Peter can try to convince you that Spider-Man is a good guy with a life outside of being a hero and maybe he can change your mind. Maybe if you figure it out, you won’t destroy his life again.

“Okay but we get to feel her out.” MJ states.

“Why?” Peter asks, brow quirked in suspicion.

“Because what if she’s actually just a bitch? There’s no point in wasting your time if she’s already a shitty person.” MJ’s is nonchalant but assertive.

Ned chuckles softly. “It’s true.” Ned shrugs, gaining a glare from Peter. “You see the best in everyone.”

“Um, well, there-she did invite me to Harry Osborn’s party.” Peter squints his eyes a little, knowing they’re not too fond of the pretty boy.

“She’s friends with Harry Osborn?” Ned quirks a brow, nose scrunching slightly.

“Y-yeah, I guess.” Peter shrugs, brushing it off.

“And we’re supposed to believe she’s a good person who won’t want to destroy your life?” MJ questions, brows pulled together and lips pursed.

“Maybe he’s not that bad.” Peter shrugs, voice a little higher in pitch this time.

MJ scrunches her nose. “He’s a fuckboy.”

“So?” Peter asks.

“Okay.” MJ rolls her eyes. “When is it?”

“You’re on board quick.” Ned quips earning narrowed eyes from MJ.

“Friday.” Peter answers, ignoring Ned’s comment.

“So, we’re going?” Ned asks, looking to MJ and Peter knowing they don’t do parties often.

“Looks like we have no choice.” MJ lays back with the words that come out in a sigh.

“Maybe it’ll be fun.” Peter groans.

“We’ll see.” MJ mumbles.

The party is roaring by the time the trio arrives. People are scattered throughout the large penthouse apartment, drinks in most people’s hands, and music that seems to be from the newest TikTok trend plays from the speakers. The trio looks around, Peter looking specifically for you while Ned is just looking around a bit surprised. He’s been to one of Harry Osborn’s parties and it was wild, this one seems no different. MJ, on the other hand, is counting the minutes until they get to leave, never having been a fan of parties.

“Peter!” Your voice divides through the music, grabbing Peter’s attention. He spots you through the sea of people and it’s as if the crowd just divides for him to have the perfect site of you.

You walk over to him while Peter gives you a smile. His eyes are wide as he watches you, brows relaxed and there’s something about the way you walk, hips swaying with every step that’s so elegant and captivating. He likes the way your hair looks in the low light of the party and the way the forest green dress compliments your waist. You’re radiant as you approach him and there’s a split second with your soft eyes looking at him that he forgets why he’s here. But it’s just a moment.

“You made it.” You beam, red solo cup in hand while the infamous Harry Osborn walks up from behind you.

“Uh, yeah, yeah.” Peter nods, eyes still wide. “Thanks for inviting me.” Peter offers a soft smile.

“Of course! Oh, uh,” You turn, gesturing to Harry as he moves to the side of you. “This is Harry. Harry this is Peter and…”

“MJ.” MJ speaks up, curling her lips inward.

“Ned.” Ned says, smile wide and toothy.

“They’re my best friends.” Peter answers with a gentle smile.

Friends. So, this is confirmation that Peter and MJ are just friends. There’s a smile that you can’t contain with those words. Peter is just some silly boy you just met but he’s just so darn cute that, at the very least, she wants something to happen. Plus, he’s really smart and funny.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile kindly at the two friends.

“So, this is the new boy, huh?” Harry looks between you and Peter, earning a nudge from you. “Heard a bit about you. Just…” Harry puts a hand on your shoulder and you close your eyes knowing he’s going to say something embarrassing. “If you want a room, go for it, I only ask you to clean up.”

“Harry!” Your eyes are wide as Harry laughs, Peter’s cheeks tint while Ned chuckles a little, MJ looks unpleased and unamused. “Okay, first of all, shut up. Second, you always ask me to help clean the next day anyway so I can do what I want.”

Harry’s eyes narrow while the smirk remains on his face. “Just be safe, Y/n.”

“How long have you guys been…” MJ waves a finger between you and Harry, not sure how to finish the sentence. She’s seen Harry and you together around campus. You always seem…close. Harry’s more touchy-feely with you, from what MJ has seen.

“Friends.” You immediately answer, not allowing any space for Harry to speak. “A few years.”

“She was just this shy and self-conscious person so I brought her under my wing.” Harry slings an arm over your shoulders, tilting his head to the right as he looks at MJ.

“That’s not at all what happened, please don’t listen to him.” You shake your head. “I told him he was a jerk.”

“Good times.” Harry laughs. “Well, I’m off. Have fun, plenty of drinks in the kitchen.” Harry nods his head at Peter before heading off into the sea of people.

You take a drink from the cup, trying your best to wash down Harry’s sex remark. It’s not that it bothers you really because he never means any harm but that does not stop the embarrassment, especially since Peter's friends also had to hear it.

“Um…do you want a drink?” You ask Peter, lifting your cup slightly.

Peter looks to Ned and MJ, who both shrug. “Sure.” Peter answers with a slight nod.

“You guys?” You turn your offer to his friends.

“Actually--”

“We’re good.” Ned cuts MJ off, giving a silent glare.

“Okay…” You laugh softly, nodding your head towards the kitchen. “This way. Enjoy the party, guys.” You flash them a kind smile, before leading Peter through the crowd.

It’s interesting to see you in this environment. You and Peter only had a few conversations but you’re fairly soft-spoken and seem more to yourself. It’s interesting for Peter to see you at Harry’s and seem to a better host of a party than he is. It’s not even your party.

“What’d ya want?” You ask, gesturing an open hand to the several bottles of alcohol lining the marble countertop. “There’s also a keg if you wanted beer and a few coolers have some wine coolers.” You explain. “And water, of course.”

“Um…” Peter looks over the options, not really feeling something that hard but not wanting to ask about the wine coolers which he normally prefers. “W-what are you having?”

“Oh,” You look into your cup and back to Peter. “It’s the Freedom Lemonade by Smirnoff. Red, White, and Berry Smirnoff with some lemonade.”

Peter looks at the cup with hesitance. “Is it actually good?”

“Well, if I make it for you, yes. This,” You tilt the cup back and forth slightly, the small bit of liquid sloshing to the sides. “Does not because Harry made it and I don’t like to waste things. So, I can make you one if you want.”

“Y-yeah, thank you, that’d be great.” Peter smiles while you grab the red, white, and blue bottle and jug of lemonade from the fridge.

Peter watches as you pour his drink with double the lemonade to vodka ratio. You aren’t doing anything special but he’s enthralled by your movements. You hold the bottle of vodka with care and ease. Someone bumped into you and Peter heard you apologize to them before they stumbled off. Something about you is interesting.

“Here ya go.” You hand Peter his cup, his fingers brushing over yours as he takes it.

“Thank you.” Peter thanks you as he takes a sip. The drink is tart and he can taste the alcohol but it’s good. The extra lemonade was definitely needed. “It’s good.” Peter smiles sheepishly.

“I’m glad you like it.” You smile at him, watching over the features of his face as he stands beside you, leaning against the counter.

“Y/n? What’re you doing here?” A voice pulls Peter and you away from each other.

“Having fun?” You quip, something that catches Peter off guard. “What’re you doing here? You hate parties and you hate Harry.” Your eyes are narrowed as you turn around to the voice that called you.

“You shouldn’t be at these parties.” The boy with the same colored hair as you grumbles.

“Why not? Harry’s my friend. It is his party?” You shift your weight to your right foot.

“But now you’re my responsibility and I have to stay and walk you home.” The boy rolls his eyes, annoyed at this interaction.

“I always stay here when there’s a party?” You snap, rolling your eyes. “I’m not your stupid responsibility, oh my gosh.”

“Then who’s this? Some random guy who you--”

“This is my friend, Peter.” You’re snarky and Peter can’t help but feel like he’s intruding. “Peter, this is Caspian, my very annoying older brother.”

“Nice to meet you.” Peter says softly, unsure if he should actually say anything at all.

“Right.” Caspian shakes his head.

“Seriously, why are you here?” You cross your arms, careful not to spill your drink. “Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?”

“Having fun.” Caspian mocks. “She’s busy tonight.”

“Right.” You mock right back. “Well, you never saw me and I never saw you then. Bye, Cas.” You roll your eyes, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him away.

Peter gives Caspian an apologetic closed smile, trailing right behind you as you lead you both to the living room. You don’t get snarky or mean with anyone. You have some banter with Harry but that’s about it. Unless, it’s one of your brothers. Usually, the oldest aren’t the issue. It’s the ones closer to your age that see you as this fragile and delicate flower that needs to be taken care of all the time and you can’t be bothered with it. Caspian is probably the worst out of them but despite all that, you know it always blows over in a day.

“Sorry about that. Cas has been…weird lately and in my business.” You suck in a breath, feeling the embarrassment creep up your neck.

“Is-is everything okay?” Peter asks.

To Peter, it just seemed like your brother was in a bad mood. Peter might be an only child but he's seen it with other friends, having siblings that can be protective or want to be included or something. It's not a big deal to him but it seems like it's a big deal to you.

“He won’t talk to anyone about why he’s got a stick up his butt but…yeah, I think so. Everyone kind of checks on him and stuff. He’s not like being weird in a scary way or anything. He’s just been kind of distant but also more overprotective a little bit.” You state before quickly rambling. “Not that he’s always like telling me what to do or anything, he doesn’t care, just more like keeping tabs on me, I guess? I don't know.” You furrow your brows before looking to your shoes.

“Do you know why?” It’s not really Peter’s business, but it’s bothering you and he wants you to know you can talk to him.

You pause and of course, you know why. It’s not some sort of coincidence that the day you get hired to unmask Spider-Man, Caspian started acting a bit strange. He was never a Spider-Man fan by any means so you aren’t sure why he cares so much aside from possibly being concerned with your lack of morals of the situation. But, you think there’s more. You have your theories but you keep them to yourself to protect yourself, and others.

You shake your head. “I, uh, I don’t wanna talk about it, if that’s okay.” You chew the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter’s brows cinch together as he nods. “Of course.”

“Thanks.” You look down once more.

One thing Peter has noticed this far into a possible new friendship is that you aren’t really shy. You’re quiet, sure, but you’re not shy. You told Peter about your internship and your brothers. You had no issue in talking to him in the library or inviting him here. You’re not shy but right now, with the run in with Caspian, you are. It’s as if you’re ashamed of it and Peter wants to know why. Siblings fight, he doesn’t have any, but it seemed like a normal interaction from other siblings he’s known.

“It’s okay.” Peter takes a step closer to you.

You look at him and his eyes are safe looking at you. He is kind and soft and gentle. You swear he couldn't hurt a fly with just that look alone.

"Yeah...um," You suck in a breath, taking a drink of your drink. "What've you been up to the last couple of days? Haven't seen you around campus, really."

Peter's eyes widen a little, glad for the change in conversation, quickly thinking of a lie that has nothing to do with Spider-Man antics. "Busy with classes. Ned and I got the Millennium Falcon Lego kit so we were building that." Peter rambles, almost cringing at the last part.

"The Millennium Falcon? Those kits are really expensive." You chuckle softly. "That sounds really cool, always wanted to build one."

Peter lets out a silent sigh of relief with you not thinking it was lame. "Yeah, uh, we saved for it and Ned had saved for the Death Star in high school so we built that together. It's become kind of a thing."

"Really? That's cool. Lego is just a pretty cool company as a whole but the kits always seemed like fun. Are they hard?" You’ve only put together the small kits that are good for any age after three.

Peter shakes his head. "They can be a little frustrating sometimes but not really. It's pretty straightforward, especially when you're working with someone else. You get like booklet with what to do and Lego is easy to follow." Peter chuckles.

You watch as Peter's entire face lights up as he talks. You ask more questions about the other Lego kits they've put together and Peter gets more excited as he rambles. You think it's adorable. The lines in his face ease and then become more prominent when he remembers something he considered a key detail in his story. His brows pull together and then soften when gets more dramatic about something. Peter talks like you’re the only people in the entire house even when you're surrounded by people. He is captivating.

"Y/n! Peter!" Harry calls the two of you from across the room. "Come play!" Harry is stood to one side of a long table, cups set up on either end.

"Do you wanna?" You ask, nodding your head in that direction.

Peter shrugs. "Yeah, okay." Peter smiles at you before you both walk over to your end of the table.

"Aw, not my partner this time?" Harry pouts from the other end.

"Are you saying you can't win without me, Harry?" You put your hand over your heart. "That's so sweet." You joke.

Harry has a crooked grin. "You can't win without me."

"What are the stakes then, Osborn?" You cock your head with a taunt.

Harry's eyes narrow but that grin stays plastered across his lips. Peter gets it. He never really understood why girls were all over Harry. He understood in terms of he's attractive and rich. But, he knew that was not the only thing that made girls melt. But, now he gets it. He's charming. More than just charming. Harry has a way of being radiant without outshining the other people in the room. And that makes Peter understand how you and him are friends. You’re enthralling and quiet while Harry is radiant and loud. You compliment each other and he seems to bring out something different in you. Something Peter is finding himself wishing he could bring out, too.

"You don't have to help me clean if you win." Harry offers with raised brows.

"Oooh." Your brows pull together as you grin back at him. "If I lose?"

"I don't help." Harry laughs.

"Alright, got yourself a bet then." You hold your head up high before looking to Peter. "You don't have to partake in it or anything." You lean closer to him. "If we lose, I will leave before he wakes up." You pull away with a laugh and Peter's cheeks are tinted red.

He laughs though. "You'll leave?"

"Yes." You laugh.

"I'm, uh, I'm pretty good at beer pong so I don't think you have to worry." Peter gives you a cheeky grin, the first one of the night and it makes your heart flutter.

"Uh..." Your smile is still across your face but he's left you a bit speechless, something that doesn't normally happen. "Maybe we'll make a good team then."

"Hello! Y/n!" Harry calls. "Ready?" Harry holds up a ping pong ball before tossing it to you and then another. "You two first."

You hand Peter a ball and you take the shot first, getting it into the cup in the bottom row all the way to the right. Peter's next and his goes into the cup left of the center one.

"And the game begins." Harry bellows, him and his partner moving the two cups off to the side and taking two large drinks of their drinks.

Harry is next and he gets the cup right behind the center cup. His partner gets the one next to his, you and Peter both taking drinks of your Freedom Lemonade before moving the cups. The game continues and Peter catches himself watching you toss the ball.

You toss the ball more with your wrist and it's swift but delicate. You only miss a few times throughout the game, making Peter think you attend all of Harry's parties -- nearly every Friday or Saturday -- and you’ve gotten really good or you’re just like that. By how comfortable you are with the game, and knowing exactly when they should ask to rearrange the cups and how they should be rearranged, Peter's guessing you just play a lot. And he watches your face wrinkle as you stick your tongue out at Harry when you make it into one of the last cups. Your smile is wide until you tilt your head back with booming laughter while Harry flips you off.

You watch Peter, too, though. He's a bit lanky but you can see his bicep bulge under his flannel when he goes to toss the ping pong ball. The veins in his hands have become more prominent throughout the night and his hair is tousled from running his hand through it during the game. His speech is a little slurred now and you think it's cute. He's cute. And when he watches you, your heart beats like a snare drum in your chest. You can feel his stare and you want him to keep watching you. You like how it makes you feel like you’re on fire.

"Rebuttal time. You're a good opponent, Parker!" Harry yells across the table, his speech slurred with every word.

"You put a fight, Osborn." Peter jokes and his body is loose now, not just from the alcohol but from playing with this group of friends. He was stiff, a bit unsure, but now he almost feels like he's been friends with you and Harry for years. Harry was much more welcoming than Peter thought he’d be and you’ve been bumping him and bringing him into your jokes.

"Take your shot, Harry!" You joke, your words not nearly as slurred as Harry's.

"I need to concentrate!" Harry yells back, his eyes close with his brows pinched together.

He opens his eyes, pulling his arms back and aiming for the solo cup right in the middle of you and Peter. The ball leaves Harry's fingers, the four of you watch as the ball goes through the air and then hits the table before entering the cup. Harry puts his head in his hands while you and Peter cheer together. You pull Peter in for a quick kiss before turning to Harry, giving a wide and cocky smile. Peter's cheeks are beet red, his lips on fire for the second they touched yours.

"Looks like you need me, Harry." You pout.

"Rematch!" Harry demands.

"Nope!" You yell. "I'll take my win, thank you." You laugh. "You're really good at that." You turn your attention to Peter.

"So are you." Peter beams at you, licking his bottom lip.

"Uh, do you wanna....go to the balcony for a minute? Take a break?" You ask looking around, Harry already trying to get another pair to play with him.

"Sure, yeah." Peter nods, grabbing his now empty cup, you follow his lead before leading him to the balcony by holding Peter's hands and he can't help but notice how soft your hand is in his.

Peter's hands are always so rough and calloused. It's not something he minds or even really pays much attention to, until right now. Your hand is small and smooth compared to his, almost as if it were delicate in his. It's a stark contrast but it's one Peter finds some type of comfort in.

You plop down on a cushioned outdoor bench on the large balcony that overlooks Manhattan. You remember the first time you came over here and was in awe of the view. Harry gets to see it all the time, he's always grown up with views and luxury so he was so nonchalant basically "here's my balcony time for the next room" while you were just trying to absorb it all. Now, though, you still finds yourself a little captivated by the neon lights of it all but not as much.

Peter sits beside you, so close his thigh is touching yours and he almost moves but he sees a glint of a smile on your lips when he sits down. So, he stays close. He’s more fascinated by the view of you than the city. He sees it all the time from the tops of buildings, he’s always really liked the view from the Empire State Building. But he gets to see that all the time, so he enjoys the way the neon lights reflect off your skin with the warm glow against your hair from the window behind you.

"Thank you for coming." You say softly, your eyes still on the city, ignoring the couple making out on the other side of the balcony.

"Thanks for inviting me." Peter says, voice just as soft as yours.

"I didn't think you'd come, honestly. You didn't seem like you wanted to when I asked you." You chuckle softly.

"Oh, uh, no." Peter lies, he did not want to come but he's not going to tell you that. "I-I was just surprised since we'd just met...and stuff." Peter explains.

"Yeah," You huff. "It was a spur of the moment thing, I suppose." You look over at him and maybe it's the alcohol but you swears you'd never get tired of looking at Peter with neon lights painting pretty colors on Peter's pale skin like a watercolor painting. "You're cute, Peter Parker." You giggle.

Peter's cheeks burn with your words. "Yo-you think?" Peter chuckles a little more than maybe he should have.

"Yeah! You have pretty eyes and messy hair." You aren't drunk, just tipsy and when you get tipsy, you talk.

"You're pretty." Peter compliments back. Peter is tipsy and when Peter is tipsy, he just makes bad decisions.

"You think I'm pretty?" You wiggle your brows.

"Y-yeah! Of course, who wouldn't?" Peter chuckles, you scooting closer to him.

"You're not dating anyone?" You ask, head cocked to the left.

Peter shakes his head, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. "No."

"Good." You giggle as you lean into Peter, cupping his face gently with your hands and bringing his lips to yours.

Peter's eyes widen but only for a second and then he melts into you. His eyes flutter closed while his hands travel to your sides. Your tongue is between his teeth, Peter's mouth is moving hastily with yours as if desperate for this. He didn't realize just how touch-starved he'd been feeling until this moment. You make it all melt away, evaporate like steam from a boiling pot. His blood is hot and he wants you.

Peter tugs your sides, pulling you on top of him and you never miss a beat. Your mouth only disconnects for a second at a time while you straddle him, your hands on his neck. And this is the boy you’ve admired from afar, never knowing how to approach him or what to say if you did. Now, your mouth is in connection with his and it's a bit messy and you're both tipsy. It's not perfect but it feels warmer than you’ve felt in so long and it feels good.

Staggered breaths bounce between you as you become more eager and Peter's grip tightens around your hips, forgetting his strength and being too wrapped in the taste of you. You hum against his mouth as he bites your lip and his bones ache in the best way. Peter makes you feel like your skin is a firework display, booming and thundering with pretty colors. Sparkling and on fire. You never want to feel cold again, not with Peter under you.

In the haze of lust, neither of you are quite sure when you decided to make your way into the house and into a spare bedroom. You barely disconnected on your way through the house, paying no attention to the few eyes that landed on you on the way. Your sole focus is on each other and your desperation between you.

Is this is a bad decision on Peter's end? Probably given the whole unmasking Spider-Man complication. But, who is Peter Parker if not someone who makes bad decisions? And you feel so good with your hands pulling the collar of his flannel back with you onto the bed. It's worth the risk. You’re worth the risk, even in the heat of the lust.

Your fingers are tangled in his hair that holds remanence of cheap pomade. Everything is going so slow and a hundred miles per hour at the same time. It's like Peter's not even moving by his own accord, his body is just doing it as he hovers over you, his hand sliding up your dress and the hem of your matching underwear.

"Y-you sure?" Peter breaks away, his breath is airy and hot on your face.

"Yes." Your eyes are lust blown as you meet his stare for the first time since the session started and that's all the confirmation Peter needed before sliding a finger between your slit, eliciting a moan from you.

Peter's lips attach to your neck with the moan. You squirm in pleasure under his touch, calloused fingers working your core and bud until you feel the bubble building in your stomach, wanting to burst like bubble gum.

"Condom?" You ask in a hasty breath.

Peter pulls away, the disappointment evident on his face when he realizes he doesn't have one. He read once that leaving a condom in his wallet can damage it, so he never carried one unless he knew there was an actual chance. And that was definitely not the intent tonight, so he left the box of condoms untouched before leaving for the night.

"I got one." You laugh softly, scooting further up the bed to reach into the nightstand. "This is my room when I stay here, don't tell Harry. He'll steal them." You joke as you grab the square package, resting it on the top of the nightstand.

You sit up, pulling your dress over your head, leaving you exposed. Peter follows your lead. You try your best to hide your expression and it's not until now that you’re wondering if you’re actually completely drunk and your sense of reality is somehow warped. Peter is lanky and thin, you never thought he'd have abs like he does. It's a pleasant surprise and one you want to see over and over again like your favorite movie.

"W-what?" Peter asks with a nervous chuckle as he moves up the bed.

"Nothing." You shake your head, giving him a corned grim before closing the distance between you and bringing his lips to yours once more.

Peter reaches for the condom and gets it adjusted. His eyes are on yours and you see the eagerness in every pale brown speck that decorates his dark eyes. As Peter's hips press against you and he enters you, he notices just how pretty your eyes are and he wants to dive into them.

"Fuck." Peter's voice is thick like caramel and he dips his head into the crook of your neck.

His thrusts are slow at first, your hands feeling over his back, delicate fingers digging into him with every passing second. Your mouth is slightly open as his thrust speed up, small moans tumble from your lips. Peter takes it as encouragement as his head spins in pleasure. His name falls from your lips as the knot builds in your stomach and Peter swears it's like a symphony playing at the Apollo.

"Peter." You gasp, eyes screwed shut, silently begging for the knot to snap.

Is it the alcohol? Can't be because you’re almost always somewhat intoxicated when you sleep with someone. Is it just because Peter's cute? Can't be that either because you’ve had sex with other people who are cute. Does this feel like the best and most exhilarating sex you’ve ever had because Peter holds you tighter than anyone ever has? Because Peter knows exactly what to do without you ever having to ask him to speed up or go harder? Is it because he feels like he could blow up your life and something about that feels so good? You can't put your finger on it, but there's about the boy with brown eyes and a sleepy smile that makes you feel like he's more than the quiet boy he seems to be.

"Cum for me." His voice is husky in your ear and you can swear it's every reason that races through your head and you never want him to stop.

And like that, the knot snaps.

You call his name like a dirty poem and it pushes Peter right over the edge, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he groans. Peter pauses after you've both finished and there's a smile on your lip, pulling softly and sweetly as if you'd just had a fun conversation. And maybe that's what this was. A conversation of two bodies colliding together like meteors in the galaxies. And he adores the look on your face, kissing your nose.

Peter rolls off of you and as you’re looking at him, you have no idea the secrets his brown eyes hold. Or the secrets that are littered in the fading and healing scars in his bones. But you'd give anything to lay here with him forever and uncover those secrets in the way Paleontologists look for fossils. But sleep calls for the both of you as you scoot closer to him and rest your head on his chest.

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