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synopsis: Peter Parker has been your best friend for years. After you develop a relationship with somebody else, you see a side of him you've never seen before.

content warnings: RAPE/NONCON, blood, dark!peter parker, plus size!reader, negative self talk, insecurities, slow burn, implied stalking, oral (f! receiving), slapping, degradation, spit, unproteced sex, creampie, lmk if i missed any

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You were sixteen when you met Peter Parker.

He had shyly approached you, a blush high on his cheeks as he handed you a stack of papers. Confused, you simply stared at them, eyebrows cinched and lips slightly down-turned.

You were well aware of who Peter Parker was. He was a member of the Midtown Academic Decathlon team that you were also part of; though you never directly interacted it’s him due to your nerves. He seemed kind, he was lanky and a little geeky, making him the butt of a lot of jokes. Much like you were. For opposite reasons, of course.

You were often teased and ridiculed for your size. You were heavier and much curvier than other girls your age. You had a puffy face and a matching plump body, most people couldn’t look past that. So, to say the least, you weren’t very popular.

Peter Parker knew all about you. He had been watching you since your freshman year. He was mesmerized when first laid eyes on you. He swears he had never seen a more beautiful sight than you, taking little, shy steps like you were afraid to make your presence known. Your hair was done in the way he would grow to like best, and you wore a pretty blue plaid skirt and a white sweater. The skirt was a tad too long and he could sense your discomfort as you tugged it down even further. He remembers staring at you as you looked around with unfamiliarity and slight fear in your eyes. The innocence in your eyes was also hard to miss. You held textbooks to your chest, in an attempt to conceal your tummy. He watched as you stood alone, your cute nose making slight movements as you stood. Your nose wiggled like a little bunny. He felt the desire to protect you, keep you next to him and out of harm’s way. He regrets not approaching you that day. It would have saved you from a lonely year.

“I was told to give these to you,” he said silently, “I heard you missed a few days.”

“Oh,” you breathed, taking them from him, your chubby hands looking silly against his thin, veiny ones. Peter thought they looked perfect together. “Thank you, Peter,” you said, quickly pulling your hands away and hiding them behind your back when you saw his gaze on them.

His eyes lingered on where your hand was against his before he looked up at you and gave you a bright smile, “no problem.”

Peter walked you to your class after that, taking the empty seat beside you and discussing the subject matter with you. And to your surprise, he followed you to your next class, and the next, and the next. By the end of the day, you were quite fond of the boy. He was a lot kinder than you’d imagined, he even promised to see you the following morning for breakfast with Ned and MJ. Of course, you tried to decline but he wouldn’t let you leave without the promise of arriving on time.

This was years ago and your friendship had only gotten stronger.

Being friends with Peter was refreshing and comforting. He wasn’t like the other guys you’d met in university. He didn’t have any ulterior motives nor did he fetishize you. He did not attempt to coerce you or manipulate you into getting what he wants because you owed it to him. No, Peter would never do that.

Peter was actually the one to look after you, he made you aware of what those who sought you were really after. They want to take advantage of you, bunny, he’d said several times. They want to ruin you. He would never elaborate on what he meant when he said that and you didn’t like to pry. He just had a good judge of character is all.

Of course, Ned and MJ were your friends too and they were very nice to you as well, but you always felt that they were only acquainted with you for Peter’s sake. You never hung out with them without Peter present but you tried not to let it bother you.

Your goal for the year was to acquire your own circle of friends, and maybe even get a boyfriend after being single your entire life. Peter had a few girlfriends here and there, though nothing was ever serious. You couldn’t help but feel slightly envious of him, he had grown to be quite attractive, making it easy for him to make connections.

He had lost the baby fat on his cheeks, his jaw was now angular and his strong bone structure was one of his most prominent features on top of his big, brown eyes and muscular body. He was muscular in a lean way, a way that isn’t entirely noticeable under the sweaters he always wore.

Today Peter sat across from you, latte in hand as he basked in the morning sun. His tight black shirt highlighted his muscular arms and chest, you caught yourself staring as you sometimes did when he ditched the ill-fitting clothing. His chocolate brown curls framed his face beautifully, looking golden where they met the sun. His lips, colored like pink peonies, rested with the slightest pout.

You sipped your London fog, squinting as you looked up in search of the singing bird in the tree above your head. You caught sight of it. The creature’s delicate red feathers looked like fire in the golden sky as it flew away. Your stare fell on Peter again, “our 8 AM lecture was canceled today.”

Peter hummed, not moving from his previous state, “I know.”

You huffed, “why’re we here, then?” you set your cup down, “it’s way too early. We, no I, should be in bed.”

Peter’s lips quirked up into a smile, “I wanted to hang out.”

“At six-thirty A.M.? We could’ve hung out at a more reasonable hour, like, I don’t know, eleven,” you began ranting and you saw one of Peter’s eyes open slightly. “Or maybe twelve, we could’ve gotten breakfast or… or brunch!”

“You never eat breakfast,” he said, swinging his head forward, eyes now fully open and on you.

“I do…” you claimed, your nose scrunching, lips pouting.

Peter clicked his tongue, “not enough.”

“Well, whatever,” you opted to change the subject before he could continue further.

“We still could’ve met up later. Like I said, brunch.”

“I don’t know,” he began, sitting up all the way now, “I kinda like being out this early. It’s nice and quiet.”

“I guess so,” you murmured, leaning back to rest on your elbows.

Peter watched you, gaze moving from your Mary Jane-clad feet to your pretty hair. You wore a dress today. It was Peter’s favorite dress, not that you knew that. It was a lilac purple color and it had short, puffy sleeves. He liked the way the dress clung to your curves and complimented your skin tone. It was the shortest of all your dresses, so he especially liked the way it rode up your thighs when you sat down, making your pudgy thighs all the more visible to him. He stared at them now, noticing the way the plush fat pooled around you like a sea of soft flesh as you relaxed. He wanted to grab them, bury his face in them and drown in you.

His eyes ran up your body further, over the curve of your tummy and swell of your breasts. The necklace Peter had gifted you last Christmas sat prettily around your neck, resting on your bare chest above the heart-shaped neckline of your dress, rising and falling as you breathed. He stared at it, not noticing when you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Okay?” he heard you ask.

“Mhm,” he replied, tearing his eyes away and giving you a soft smile.

The morning had passed rather quickly and you perked up after your second tea of the day. Your last class of the day was your creative writing class. As you strode in, you took your usual seat in the front of the room, setting your things down beside you.

Your focus was on the board in front of you when you felt a gush of air on your left. You looked over, catching sight of a tall figure sitting down beside you.

“Hey,” the man exhaled, setting down his things next to yours.

You opened your mouth to respond but you ended up holding your hand up to signal a hello.

The man smiled, “I’m Harry,” he held a hand out for you to shake.

You looked at it, quietly introducing yourself as you took his pale hand. Your touch was featherlight as it took you by surprise when he gripped it tightly with a slight laugh.

Harry was effortlessly charming. He was cute and cool and he had a sharp sense of humor, you learned. But on top of that, he had a contagious smile and a gaze that made you feel like you were the most important person in the room. You often caught yourself gazing at him from the corner of your eye trying to be inconspicuous with your staring. He had shiny blonde hair that you thought resembled Peter’s. Only lighter and shorter and straighter and not really like Peter’s at all.

You weren’t sure why your mind had suddenly wandered to Peter. Maybe a part of you wondered what he would think of Harry. Or maybe you were subconsciously comparing them. You weren’t sure.

“Hey, um,” you turned towards Harry who had begun speaking. The class had ended and you were gathering your things. “We should meet up,” he grinned, “maybe at the library?”

You weren’t used to social invitations, much less from men like Harry.

“Does tomorrow at four work for you?”

You nodded, unable to find your voice. You felt blood rush to your face at the look he gave you next. It was like he was trying to figure you out, understand you with a simple glance. Like he was trying to read you like a book.

“Great,” he picked up your bag for you, “looking forward to it.”

Peter was laying on your bed when you arrived at your little studio apartment. He was half asleep, strong arms wrapped tightly around your stuffed bunny and surrounded by your assortment of other stuffed animals. He shot up at the sound of the door opening, “hey.”

“Do you ever go home?” you kicked off your shoes and set your bag down. “This place isn’t big enough for the both of us.”

In his mind it was. Just perfect. It kept you close.

“Why would I? You’re such good company, bunny.”

You snorted, “I’m sure that’s the reason and definitely not you trying to get away from Ned and Betty.”

You moved towards your bed, plopping down next to him, adjusting the skirt of your dress that had ridden up when you landed. Peter watched your hands as they rested on your tummy. He could see right down your dress. He could see the white bra hugging your tits, a little bow between the cups.

“What?” you asked, self-consciously moving your hand to your chin.

“Nothing. Don’t do that,” he looked at the ceiling. It bothered Peter when you did things like that. As if you weren’t the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

You simply huffed, “how did you even get in here?”

He motioned toward the open window, “you need to start locking it. One of these days a creep could just come waltzing in and you’d have no idea.”

“A creep like you,” you joked with a breathy laugh. You tore your stuffed bunny from his arms.

“Worse,” he said lazily.

Silence filled the room for a few seconds as Peter began to doze off again.

“I met this guy in class today.”

Peter was suddenly very awake. “Oh,” a pause, “who?”

“He said his name is Harry, I don’t know his last name but he was very nice.” You sounded excited, “we’re meeting up at the library tomorrow to study and get some work done.”

Get some work done. Sure, that’s what you were gonna do. Peter knew better than that. You didn’t, of course. That’s why you were so lucky to have Peter with you, by your side, protecting you from evil college guys who just wanted to get under your skirt. They wouldn’t have a clue what to do to you. How to make you feel good and have you purring sweetly in their ears…

“So, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t break into my home.”

“Huh?”

You gave him an unamused look, “you weren’t listening.”

He grinned, “I’m always listening.”

You rolled your eyes, “I said, don’t come by just in case we come back here.”

Peter furrowed his brows in disgust. What business would he have coming back to your apartment if you were just going to study? Did he ask you if he could come over?

“Why would you do that?”

You shifted uncomfortably, “I don’t know…”

Peter felt sick.

“We should do something else instead. There’s a new Vietnamese place not far from here. MJ says they have really good pho.”

“Peter…” you started. He knew you were going to say no. You rarely said no to him. “How about Friday? We can get takeout and come back here and watch movies. Your pick.”

His first mistake was looking over at you. Your chubby cheeks and pretty lips pulled up into a sweet smile. Your eyes were pleading, please say yes, please say yes. His second mistake was giving in.

“Fine.”

Peter left your apartment shortly after that. You had spent the rest of the night going over the conversation trying to figure out where you went wrong. He seemed upset as he hugged you goodbye. His brown eyes didn’t hold the same warmth they always did. Maybe he thinks I’m trying to replace him. But that wouldn’t make any sense. You only just met Harry. You didn’t know anything about him besides his first name.

“Hey!” Harry called a tad too loudly for the library. He stood from his seat, waving you over.

In all honesty, you didn’t expect him to be there. It was a little before four and you had arrived with low expectations. Though this was only intended to be a study session and nothing more, Harry was a very attractive man. He was funny and charming and extroverted and you… were none of those things.

“Hi,” you mumbled as you neared the table he was seated at. It was in the far corner, furthest away from the librarian. Or any of the other stressed university students.

“I chose this table so we won’t have to whisper,” he smiled, patting the open seat beside him.

His eagerness made you blush. “Good idea,” your voice was still small.

He chuckled, “thanks,” he dramatically whispered.

You blushed further, “sorry.”

The both of you were silent as you took out your laptops.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you for some time now,” he started. “I read one of your pieces when the semester started and I really enjoyed it. You’re a phenomenal writer.”

“Really?” he appeared nonchalant as he typed in his password. As if he hadn’t just given you the kindest compliment you had ever received.

“Yeah, it’s so obvious how passionate you are. I mean every time I look at you, you look so entranced by the books you read or by the professor or your work.”

He looked at you?

“Oh,” your face felt warmer, “um, thank you.”

He smiled at you, “no problem, it’s true.”

You felt butterflies in your tummy and you began to log into your laptop to avoid looking at him.

You began to work in silence, hyper-aware of every time Harry leaned in close to you, reading your story as you typed. He smelled of musk and vanilla. His head of blonde locks tickled your ear.

Eventually, you presumed he grew bored as he shut his laptop and turned to face you in his chair. You attempted to ignore him but your typing began to slow and your focus was only on the boy beside you.

You gave him a faux look of annoyance, “I thought we were here to study.”

“We are,” he propped his head up on his hand that rested on the table. “To study and get to know each other.”

Get to know each other.

That was unexpected.

You couldn’t ignore the butterflies that erupted in your tummy, “Oh, okay, yeah.”

Surprisingly, you had a decent amount in common with Harry. Of course, not overly so. Not like you and Peter. But this is a good thing. You’re making your own friends.

“Oh, he’s so lovely, Pete!” you gushed, your nose wiggling as you spoke.

“Mhm,” Peter watched you with a strange look, mouth full of boba pearls, “you’ve mentioned that.”

You gave him a smile that normally would have made him turn to mush. Only this time, it didn’t. Had you smiled at Harry like that?

“I’m excited!” you waved your hands in the air, “I’m making my own friends, Pete. I’m an independent woman now.”

He rolled his eyes as he took another sip of his tea, “good. Good for you.” He couldn’t help the bitter feeling that rested in the pit of his stomach.

Independent. You had made a single “friend” (Peter didn’t even want to think about that. He knew Harry was just using you, that’s not what friends do. You shouldn’t throw that term around like that. He was your friend. Peter was your friend.) and you already pegged yourself as independent. He could laugh in your face. You were far too pure to face the world without him by your side. Like hell you were independent.

You pouted, your eyes searching for his, “are you angry with me?”

Angry? Why would he be angry? Because you hadn’t shown at your arranged time? Because the reason you were late was that you wanted to squeeze in an extra “study date” with Harry? No, he wasn’t angry. Not at you anyway.

“Of course not, bunny. Could never be.”

It was true, he wasn’t necessarily angry, he was more so slightly bothered by what you had done. That’s how it usually was. You would do something that Peter did not agree with but he would never be angry. Just mildly annoyed. He couldn’t be angry with his sweet little bunny. You probably didn’t even know the consequences of your actions. He couldn’t blame you for that.

You smiled, leaning in to hug him. Peter was immediately enveloped in warmth, your soft body melding with his. The sweet scent of lavender and honey was all around him. Your hair tickled his neck where you buried your face. You were on your knees on the couch, allowing Peter a view of your backside covered in your loungewear.

He loved your hugs. They always succeed in lifting his spirits and making him a little dizzy. You were just so warm and soft and perfect for him.

You pulled away, still smiling as you sunk back into your spot on your tiny, tiny couch and pulled your tea to your lips.

He let himself watch as you wrapped your lovely mouth around the straw. A minuscule puddle of milk tea formed on your bottom lip, and you licked it up as you removed the straw. Your tongue was wet and a delightful shade of pink as you slid it across the expanse of your lip.

He felt a throb in his sweatpants. Shifting, he asked, “so, what else did you do today?”

You hummed, chewing the balls of boba in your mouth, “that’s all. Just hung out with Harry. We have a lot more in common than I thought,” you giggled. “We just don’t run out of things to talk about.”

He inhaled, feeling himself go soft, “that’s a lot of talking in the library.”

“Oh, we didn’t go to the library,” you shook your head.

He gave you a look, “where did you go?”

You looked hesitant, “um, we went to his flat. It was nearby and he had forgotten his books, so it was easier to stay there.”

How convenient.

“Bunny,” Peter started.

You had a guilty look on your face as you stared at him, “I know,” your voice was small, “not safe. I know… but he’s not like the other guys Pete. He wouldn’t hurt me.”

“How can you be so sure, hm? You’re in no way prepared to protect yourself. What if he had done something to you? What would you have done?”

“He wouldn’t…” you looked down, “he wouldn’t do anything.” You bit your lip as you nervously whispered, “I think he likes me.”

Peter could hardly hear you. He was sure he hadn’t heard correctly because of how softly you spoke. “Speak up, bunny. I can’t hear you.”

“I said I think he likes me,” you said a little louder. He could see the embarrassment on your face. Like you couldn’t believe you had said that out loud.

Peter swallowed, “oh.”

There was a pause, “what makes you think that?”

“Well,” your nose fluttered, “he said he’s never met anyone like me. And he,” you glanced up at him before returning your gaze to your lap, “he tried to kiss me.”

Oh.

Peter didn’t know how to react. He stared at your pretty eyes with his brows cinched and an analyzing gaze. The first thought to pop into his was: did you kiss him? Then: did you want to kiss him?

“Oh,” he managed to say, “did you?”

You inhaled, “um, no…” you trailed off, shifting uncomfortably. “I couldn’t.”

Good. He doesn’t deserve to feel your lips. He doesn’t deserve your first kiss.

“I don’t know how,” you looked up at him. Your eyes looked glassy and you had a look of embarrassment on your face.

It should have been obvious. Peter did keep any potential love interest as far from you as you could manage, yet he was still flustered.

He hummed, feeling blood rush to his groin, “you don’t?”

You shook your head, “no… never learned how.”

Your lips looked so pretty as you pouted, shame present on your face. Peter wanted to reach over, pull you in close, and kiss you softly. He wanted to run his hands through your hair and up your soft curves. To hear your lovely noises as you gave into him.

He grimaced as the image of Harry’s dirty lips inching closer to yours. Your pure, innocent mouth being tainted by his filthy one. He could have that. What else would he make you do?

He could only imagine your gasp of surprise, your inexperienced movements, your sugary taste. But you were sitting right in front of him, weren’t you? You had enough confidence in him that you would even confess such a thing. He was obligated to help you, wasn’t he? You’re essentially asking for help, right?

“I could,” he paused, unsure, “I could teach you.”

“Really?” You straightened your back a tad, eyes widening at the offer.

You trusted him so much. After all these years that you’d known him, Peter had never once misled you in any way shape, or form. He was the person you trusted most because you knew he had your best interest in mind. He was your best friend. He was there to keep you safe.

“Mhm,” he moved a little closer, “if you’d want that, I can.”

You nodded eagerly, “yes, Peter, please.”

Yes, Peter, please…

You sat still as Peter invaded your space.

He licked his lips, you reluctantly placed one hand on your thigh, and the other reaching up to cup your chubby face. The warmth of your being was seeping into him so deep he felt warmer than he ever had.

You looked at him expectantly, your glassy gaze flickering from his honey brown eyes to his lips.

“Are you ready?” He whispered, mouth mere inches from yours.

You inhaled, “yes, Peter. I wanna be good for Harry.”

He ignored the pang in his chest, “well, you have to be good for me first, bunny.”

You nodded, fluttering your eyes shut. He watched you for a second. Your nose wiggled faintly as you breathed and you sat patiently waiting with your pouty lips puckered up slightly.

He was able to see it all this close to you. All of your imperfections that he never had the privilege of noticing before. It only made him long for you more.

Peter ignored the thought in his head that said if he knew you’d give in to him so easily under the pretense of teaching you, he would’ve offered his services much earlier.

He leaned in, hovering just before your lips, eyeing how your eyebrows furrowed and your lips extended further. But not a single complaint about Peter’s excruciatingly slow pace because he knows best, and he knew you knew that.

He could feel your shaky exhales on his skin as he finally connected your lips. He felt himself twitch, once, twice, at the sheer feeling of your lips pressed against his. It was harder to refrain from going further - maybe a hand up your thigh, up to your belly and to your tits, maybe wrap them around your neck…

He felt your face contort as he began to finally move his mouth against yours, your kisses were as sloppy as he’d imagined them to be. And he was correct, your inexperience made him painfully hard. He reluctantly removed his hand from your thigh and placed it on his bulge. He just couldn’t resist. You let out a high shaky breath as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting you.

Peter could taste the remnants of your milk tea on your tongue. You attempted to mirror his movements and he felt another throb at your feeble efforts.

He rubbed his hand onto his hard cock to resist the urge to do something completely inappropriate like take your hand to place it on his thigh to get him even closer to his release. He didn’t believe it would take much at all for him to cum. Your mouth moving against his was more than enough.

You began to get the hang of it and it somehow made Peter’s erection even more painful. His hips involuntarily jerked as you wrapped your arms up around his neck, tugging him close. Your thigh brushed against his cock, and he sighed. You gasped, your tongue halting its sloppy movements.

He could feel you pulling back and he chased your lips, pushing into you and not permitting you to disconnect your mouths. You leaned back against the arm of the small couch in your attempt to pull away from your best friend’s lips. Peter followed you, body against yours. His cock sat on your thigh and he hoped you couldn’t feel it twitch.

As his hips made small movements, grinding into your thigh. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your head, keeping you against him, while the other felt up your sides, resting below your tits. You let out a whiny sound as you began to kiss him back again.

Peter’s thrusts became more erratic as he drew closer and closer to the edge. He felt your thigh tense and your hips lifted off the couch, pushing into his lower abdomen. Your arms tightened around his neck.

Your kisses were still messy, you used far too much tongue and had little technique but Peter had never had a better kiss. He came abruptly when you moaned into his mouth again, hand pulling on the hair at the name of his neck. He pulled away from you and groaned, out of breath into your shoulder as he steadied himself.

“Pete,” you breathed, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so eager.”

Peter was taken aback. He didn’t respond as he regained his composure into your warm shoulder, inhaling your scent. His cock was slowly going soft but the proximity to you made him believe that it would shoot back up with any movement you made.

“I just,” a pause, “I guess I got a little carried away.”

It baffled Peter that you thought any of what happened had been your fault. As if he didn’t invade your space and force your head into place so he could get himself off.

“It’s okay, bunny.”

You buried your head into his shoulder and there was no sign of parting for a while. Peter only pulled away when he felt his hot cum seeping through his pants in a wet puddle. His movements were quick when he grabbed a throw pillow and threw it over his lap.

“You know I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

You had spent an increasing amount of time with Harry over the last few weeks. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you’d thought he’d have grown bored of you by now. But it seemed the opposite. He texted you often, smiled at you in a way that made you feel warm and special, and he seemed genuinely interested and excited to speak to you. You hadn’t felt that way since you met Peter.

It had been the only thing on your mind for the last week. Well, that and your mess of a friendship with Peter Parker.

After the kiss shared with Peter, you had spent less time with him. On top of plans with Harry, you felt guilty for how you acted. You felt that you had taken advantage of him and his kindness. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and in a way uncomfortable around Peter now. You knew it wasn’t his fault, it was yours. And he deserved better.

You began to ignore his calls and texts and you took different routes to and from your classes. You even stopped replying to Ned and MJ after they began questioning where you’d run off to. In a way that comment made you feel a little ridiculous. It was like they expected Peter to be dragging you around on a leash. Like you were his little pet or something of the like.

That wasn’t Peter’s fault though. You didn’t believe anything was. Peter was a saint in your eyes. Your savior of a life of solace. That’s why you felt the worst you ever had about locking your window.

The first night, you had pretended to be asleep when you heard light taps on the glass. You closed your eyes and ignored the noise, waiting for what felt like hours to move again.

Now, almost two weeks later, you had finally been confronted.

Peter looked at you in a way you had never seen and couldn’t decipher. His lips were pulled in a tight line and his forehead and eyebrows were creased, his eyes looked darker and his gaze was hard and they held a different feeling. Even the air around him felt different, it was cold and suffocating.

“You’re avoiding me.”

“Hm? Oh, no, no, Pete m’not-“

“You are.”

You opened your mouth to speak but your words were caught in your throat. You were avoiding him.

“Why? Did I do something to upset you?”

“No,” you took a deep breath, “I’ve just been busy-“

“Busy? With what? Osborn? He keeps you so busy that you can’t even respond to my texts?”

You felt your lip quiver and your eyes welled up with tears at his tone and his unwavering stare. Peter had never reacted this way towards you. You didn’t even know he could speak that way.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, so you looked down at your feet and attempted to blink away your tears.

Peter looked down at you, waiting for you to say something, anything. He wanted - no, he expected an apology. He had been restless the past few weeks, waiting for you to respond to him. He had been following you around as New York’s friendly neighbor Spider-Man, so he was well aware of what you were up to. He watched as you found new routes to your home, hid away in obscure places, and, of course, he watched your giddy expression as Harry Osborn gripped your hand or your waist and walked around with you on his arm as if he owned you.

It didn’t help that Peter had seen you locking your window. Double-checking, triple checking that you had locked it, and then periodically again throughout the day. At first, Peter suspected that you had known he got off on your thigh that day, that you were creeped out or disgusted by him.

“So? What is it? Why have you been avoiding me?”

You sniffled and Peter surprised himself when he didn’t soften at the noise. He didn’t feel the usual tighten of his heart nor did his stare at you become less intense. He wanted you to feel like this. It made it feel a sort of power having you vulnerable in front of him, for him.

“Y/N, I’m speaking to you. I expect an answer. Did you lose your ability to speak to me when you started fooling around with Osborn? Neglecting me? Neglecting our friendship? Does it mean so little to you?”

Tears started falling from your eyes at the sound of your name. Peter never called you that. You were his bunny, his best friend. You covered your face with your hands in shame. You weakly shook your head.

“So you can’t speak, hm?”

Peter could think of a few ways to get you to start talking. Many scenarios to get your pretty mouth moving.

Peter had thought a lot about you recently, somehow even more than normal. His thoughts had turned alarmingly crude the more time you spent away from him. What was once an innocent daydream of kissing your lips turned into a filthy, sordid fantasy of flipping your skirt and fucking you over the table in the library where you studied with Harry.

Flashes of your mouth and body were intrusive thoughts and the feeling of them on him lingered. They left him unable to focus on patrolling, ultimately leading to him jacking off on the roof of the building across the street from your apartment. Some days, he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of your bare legs through cracks in your sheer white curtains.

“M’sorry Peter,” you peered up at him through teary lashes, “didn’t mean to make you sad.”

He clicked his tongue, “well, you did.”

You let out a sob as you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and tucking your face into his chest. His heart rate kept its steady pace and Peter stood still for a few seconds. Would he forgive you, no, could he forgive you so easily?

He focused on your warmth around him and he felt his walls lower. He begrudgingly hugged you back, taking in the feel of your curves under his fingers. He sighed, “it’s okay, bunny. Don’t cry.”

You wanted to cry harder. Normally, Peter would be cradling your face, wiping your tears, and pulling you close, enveloping you in his warmth. It was nothing like his tight grip and cold demeanor he currently had. You hadn’t meant to upset him so much but you just felt so guilty for possibly crossing or blurring the lines of your friendship.

Peter knew he would give into you. The way you whimpered and cried into his chest made his heart feel heavy. He began to rub your back and he placed a kiss on your head. Your arms tightened around him.

“C’mon, bunny. It’s okay, we’re okay.”

You whimpered again, doing all you could to collect yourself. Peter held you tightly until you lifted your head.

Your face was red and puffy, wet with your tears and your eyeliner was smudged at the corners of your bloodshot eyes. Your lips were slightly opened as you breathed through your mouth. Your nose was runny and you sniffled, nose wiggling. Peter felt his pants tighten. You looked so wrecked and it was all for him. Because he was upset with you. He had that power over you.

“Are you okay?” concern filled his face.

“Mhm,” you said, shakily smiling. “Missed you.”

He smiled at you and you felt the warmth return, “I missed you more, bun. Should we catch up?”

You nodded frantically, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction of your apartment.

Things had since gotten much better. You were in Peter’s grasp once more and Harry Osborn had been moved to the backburner.

You sighed as you switched your kettle on for a cup of tea. Peter was busy and you were stuck at home alone again. You were bored beyond belief as your eyes flickered from your TV to the warming kettle. Your foot tapped on the ground and you all but ran to your phone when the familiar ping came from it.

Your eyes widened and excitement erupted in your belly. Harry had sent you a message.

hey stranger… u around?

You contemplated an answer. A part of you felt you shouldn’t respond but another was happy to hear from him.

Maybe

The response was instantaneous.

meet me at the bar

You smiled, rushing to your closet.

After making up with Peter you had begun to neglect your friendship with Harry. You were so focused on keeping Peter happy with you. This had become an increasingly difficult task that required a lot of time and attention.

Peter was easily bothered with you now. His patience would run thin and he would turn cold in the blink of an eye. You had spent nights crying, wishing you hadn’t ruined your most important friendship. But none of that stopped you from trying.

You knew Peter didn’t like Harry, that was obvious. He’d roll his eyes and stare blankly at you with an expression of disappointment you had seen so much of recently whenever you would mention him in conversation. He made sure to remind you that Harry was just like other boys who wanted to take advantage of you and hurt you but he said nothing more.

As you walked into the cafe, Harry waved his arms in the air. You smiled, a blush forming as you took a seat across from him. He looked happy to see you, and he told you that.

“I missed you, y’know,” he looked down, a pink hue on his cheeks. “Haven’t seen much of you recently.”

“Me too, um, sorry about that. I’ve been a little, um, busy.”

He looked up with a shy grin, “s’okay, I’m happy you’re here now.” You were slightly taken aback by his shyness.

He paused, licking his lips and taking a deep breath, “so, Y/N, I’ve been thinking…”

Oh no, here it goes. He’s gonna tell you that he can’t see you anymore. That he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Your heart stopped, a date? You had never been on a date before. “A date?”

He cleared his throat, looking nervous, “uh, yeah. It’s just, that I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I missed you so much the last few weeks. So I thought I’d finally ask.”

You exhaled, trying to process his question. “Yes, I’d love to,” you said, face warm and bashful smile.

It was cold outside as you walked back to your apartment. Harry had offered to drive you home but you declined, wanting some time alone to think.

Your mind was racing as you turned into the alleyway before your apartment. You were going on a date with Harry Osborn. What would you wear? What would you talk about? What would you tell Peter?

You sighed, glancing around the dark alley. There was a spider web hanging from a pipe a few steps ahead of you. You began to walk a little faster. If Spider-Man was around there was likely some sort of criminal activity. Hopefully, it wasn’t too close to home.

As you rushed into your apartment, you didn’t bother turning on the lights. You shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your shoes, sighing deeply as you plopped down onto your bed.

“Where were you?”

Your eyes darted to the source of the noise. The streetlight peering in through the window illuminated him just a tad, barely enough to see his face. But it didn’t matter, you’d recognize that silhouette anywhere.

“Peter? How did you get in here?” You distinctly remember closing the window, locking it, and double-checking before walking out the door.

“You were out with Harry. I saw you.”

“Oh, um,” you sat up and pulled your dress down, “W-we were just getting a drink.”

He inhaled deeply and hummed, “just getting a drink.” He let out a dark laugh, “sure you were.”

“We,” you paused, “we were. I haven’t seen him in a while.”

Peter scoffed, “and that’s why you agreed to go on a date with him, hm?”

You opened your mouth to speak but he didn’t let you.

“I thought we’d gotten past this, bunny.” Peter tapped his foot. Did you feel like you didn’t need him anymore? After all, he’d done for you? All these years by your side and you abandon him for the first man who gives you the time of day.

“Why don’t you listen to me? I only want what’s best for you. For us.”

You stayed quiet, looking down at your frilly, white socks. Peter sighed and you heard him rise from his spot on the couch. He lifted your chin with his cold fingers. His eyes looked dark again and the darkness of your room added to the eerie feel of him. He leaned down, fingers light on your chin as he drew closer to your lips. You turned your face away before he could connect your mouths.

What was he doing?

He scoffed quietly as his hold on your face tightened and forced your face to its previous position. You furrowed your brows as you tried to turn away again.

“Pete, what are you doing?”

“I’m tired of you treating me this way. I deserve better after all I’ve done for you. All these years I have been there for you. I made sure you were okay and I loved you through it all.”

He loved you? You didn’t like the sound of that. Peter was your best friend and nothing more and you dreaded the possibility that he could think of you as something more than that.

“I know that,” you whispered, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

A tiny smile graced his lips.

You returned it, “and I love you too Peter, you’re my best friend.”

His grip on your chin turned painful.

Best friend.

He laughed darkly as he shook his head slightly, “best friend.” He smiled.

Feeling uneasy you smiled softly at him, forcing out a giggle.

His smile fell, “bunny, I love you. I want to be with you. I want you to be mine.”

You gulped, “um,” you looked down, “Peter, I don’t, I don’t feel that way about you.”

“Why? Because of Harry? Because you have ‘choices’ now, hm? I’m not good enough for you?”

You stayed quiet, trying to steady your breathing to keep yourself from crying as Peter used his free hand to move up your arm to your shoulder, holding it forcefully.

You didn’t even know Peter was remotely interested in you. The entire confession made you feel sick to your stomach. While you hadn’t known, the revelation didn’t change the fact that, to you, he was just a friend. This had nothing to do with Harry and his romantic interest in you.

“No, Peter, I just, I’m sorry. I don’t like you like that,” you looked down and spoke so softly you doubted he could hear you.

He scoffed, letting go of your chin and shoulder with a push. You steadied yourself, looking up to see him pacing around the room. You wanted to ask him to leave, but before you could he turned to you again.

“He could never treat you like I do.”

“Peter…”

“No! He couldn’t. I know deep down you know that. He wouldn’t know what to do with a pretty girl like you.”

You shifted uncomfortably.

Peter watched as you fiddled with the hem of your dress. It was the purple one again, his favorite. Harry would never be able to satisfy you the way he would. He just needs to find a way to let you know that. No, he has shown you. Everything he had done since you met should have shown you. You were just… ungrateful. He needed to let you know that you couldn’t get away from him. There was no one else that could love you as he could.

Your heartbeat sped up as Peter took long strides toward you.

“He doesn’t deserve you like I do,” he shoved his knee between your own and forced them open just enough to fit his leg between them. “And I’m gonna show you, that only I know how to treat you. I know what you deserve and I can give it to you.”

You were confused and scared, you watched him cautiously as he stood before you.

His hand reached for your hair, he touched it lightly. You let out a shaky breath. You didn’t know what he was about to do. You weren’t sure what he was capable of anymore.

His fingers caressed your face, giving your chubby cheeks a light squeeze as he moved his hand down to your neck. You let out a shaky breath as his hands ghosted over your throat.

“Peter,” you whispered, “what are you doing?”

He smiled, “I’m gonna make you mine, bunny.”

You felt your lip quiver and you hesitantly pushed his chest, trying to get him away from you. “No, Peter. I don’t want this.”

His hands tightened around your neck, “you don’t know what you want. You’re just a dumb bunny. You don’t know what is good for you. I do.”

Tears welled in your eyes as he leaned down to leave wet kisses on your cheeks and jaw, his hands on your throat.

You moved your face away, side to side, avoiding his lips. His grip cut off your airways as he gave you a shake, “stop.” He pushed you onto your back, attacking you with kisses.

Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to push him back. You should’ve been able to, even if it was just a little. But he didn’t budge. Your legs kicked his own trying to get him off. He acted like you hadn’t touched him at all. You bit down on his tongue as it forced its way into your mouth, he pulled back in surprise. You took the opportunity to wiggle out from under him, moving as fast as you could towards the door.

Peter’s temper was running thin. With quick movements, he activated the web shooter tucked under the sleeve of his plaid shirt.

You barely made it a few steps when you were pulled back. Your eyes went to Peter who was seated on your bed, a cold look on his face. The sight of your hand stuck to the table left you in shock. The sticky substance was too strong for you to pull back. You began to sob as you connected the dots.

Peter was Spider-Man.

You didn’t know how you hadn’t figured it out before. You should’ve known. The random bruises on his body, the overnight strength, and agility, the disappearances, the way he always knew where you were and what you were doing… it should’ve been obvious.

“Peter, please, let me go,” you cried, using all the strength you could muster to attempt to free your hand.

He stood from the bed and took slow steps to where you stood. “You’re my little bunny, and you’re not going anywhere until you realize that.”

As he worked to free your hand you took the other and impulsively delivered a harsh slap to his cheek. Peter didn’t react right away. He kept his eyes on your hand for a few seconds before glancing up.

“Ungrateful little bitch.”

You inhaled, trying to stare at him with the same venom that he did you. He continued to free your hand, sliding the little knife across your thumb, slicing it. You hissed in pain.

You were so confused, this man was nothing like the Peter Parker you knew and loved. This man was pure evil and you wanted to get as far away from him as you possibly could.

Peter stared at you in disbelief. Could you not see that he was only trying to give you the best? He had to make you see it even if it meant by force. He looked into your eyes filled with fear, tearing threatening to fall and your lip quivering. He wanted you so bad and he was finally going to have you.

Peter looked down, watching the slow drops build on your fingertip before falling onto the counter. Your hand was barely trembling and he softened immediately. He hadn’t meant to cut you so deep.

“I’m sorry, bunny. Are you okay?”

His change in demeanor puzzled you, he had gone from evil to the gentle Peter you knew and loved.

You nodded stupidly, “mhm, hurts just a little, Peter.”

“Aw, bunny,” he said softly, taking your sticky hand and bringing it to his lips.

His tender touch had you in his grasp again, like he hadn’t just assaulted you, screamed at you, cut you.

He placed a soft kiss on your bleeding finger, eyes looking lovingly into yours. You fed into it like you always did. A drop of your blood rested on his bottom lip, and you watched as he licked it up with a swipe of his tongue.

He closed his eyes, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue. His cock twitched and he ached to taste your pretty cunt on his tongue. He wasted no time.

Before you knew it, he was throwing you to the bed with ease, flipping your skirt up. He inhaled deeply, feeling his pants tighten further by the sight of your panties. They were just as cute as you. Just what he imagined you’d wear, yet somehow it was better. Your panties were a pale pink color, little hearts a darker shade of pink littering the fabric. He couldn’t help but stare, taking in the view of your pretty panties covering your perfect, plump ass.

Cries escaped you, pleas for him to just stop. He ignored them, instead of giving your right ass cheek a little slap. He moaned at the cry you made, the way your flesh rippled at the impact.

You had been fooled once again. The Peter Parker you once knew was long gone.

Peter looped his fingers under the delicate fabric, your skin warm, he pulled up roughly. You yelped, arching your back to relieve the pain, but it only gave Peter a better look at your puffy pussy, bulging against the fabric he had pulled.

“Oh,” he cooed, leaning down and placing a kiss on your ass.

Tears pricked at your eyes again, threatening to fall as you tried to rack your brain for ideas on how to get yourself out of the current situation. You gasped at the abrupt feeling of cold air on your cunt. The tears began to fall.

Unable to control himself, Peter placed a sloppy wet kiss on your cunt. You gasped loudly, trying to move your ass away. He held your hips tightly in place, pressing pecks along the entirety of your backside. A strangled moan fell from your lips as he kissed your clit.

Peter stared at your pussy, admiring the wet string of slick that drilled from your little hole. He felt a sense of accomplishment at the drip of slick, he was making you feel good even when you resisted. Extending his tongue from his mouth, he licked up your slit, flicking his tongue as he did so. He moaned at the taste of your sweet juices.

He finally let himself loose, allowing himself to bury his head into your puffy cunt. His hands groped your thighs, kneading them, keeping them apart so he had good access to your cunt.

You tried to hold in your body’s reactions. You held your breath, curled your toes, and turned your hands to fists. But you couldn’t stop a loud mewl as Peter swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud. You bit your lip as you contained sobs.

Your fingers grabbed onto your sheets, squeezing them tightly as you felt yourself becoming more aroused. The lewd sounds from Peter combined with the wet sounds of your pussy. Peter was essentially drooling, strings of spit and slick keeping him attached to you even when he pulled back for air. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of you.

You felt a coil form in your tummy, tightening with every passing second.

“Are you gonna cum for me, bunny?” Peter asked, his voice deep.

Your body was trembling and your hips unconsciously pressed into his face. You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly as your mouth opened involuntarily, a loud cry slipping out as the coil snapped. You shook, your knees going weak as your body was overtaken by the pleasant, but unfamiliar sensation.

Peter groaned into your sopping cunt as he licked up your release. His cock was so hard it was painful, his mindless humping on your sheets wasn’t nearly enough. He held you up when your body gave in, on the verge of going limp as he continued his movements on your pussy long after you had become sensitive.

“Peter, please stop, hurts,” you managed to blubber out.

He pulled away, a string of spit connecting you. He watched as it snapped, falling onto his plaid shirt. He licked his lips, sliding his arms out from under your thighs. Your lower half hit your bed and you were unable to move. Your pussy throbbed from overstimulation as you laid dumbly. Weak little moans falling from your mouth.

Peter reached a hand up to wipe at his face, collected the excess juices, and inserted his fingers into his mouth to consume it. He savored the taste, watching as your body jolted from the aftershocks of your orgasm. The skirt of your dress was scrunched around your waist and your ass was glistening under the streetlights from where he had drooled over it. Your thighs were in the same position they were in when he dropped them. He felt himself twitch, you were too weak to move them.

Harry couldn’t have made you cum like that. He probably would even eat you out. What a waste of a sweet cunt that would be. He could live off your pussy alone he was sure of it.

Peter rested a hand on your lower back as he stood from the bed. You glanced over at him, relieved that he was going to leave you alone. Your tears had stopped and you felt them drying on your cheeks.

When Peter pulled off his plaid shirt and the gray t-shirt under it, you wanted to scream. You wanted to get up and push him out of your apartment. He had just forcefully inflicted oral sex onto you and you were terrified of where he wanted to go next.

You couldn’t help your stare at Peter’s toned body. His defined abdomen and strong arms were illuminated perfectly under the soft light. You wanted to slap yourself as you felt yourself become slightly aroused.

You managed to sit up, slowly and gently seating yourself down. You instinctively reached for your stuffed bunny. You held it to your chest as you watched Peter fiddle with his belt. “Peter,” you called quietly.

Your hair was a mess and you had faint black tracks going down your chubby face. Your lipstick was smudged. Your thick, soft arms were clinging to your bunny. The bunny he had gifted you years ago. Your dress was askew and barely covered your thighs.

“Yes, bunny?” he pulled off his belt.

“Please stop now. I’m sorry I upset you.”

He sighed and simply shook his head. “I helped you, now you need to help me.”

Helped you? You didn’t ask for his help.

“But-”

“Look at what you did, bun,” he pulled off his underwear as he tugged off his pants. His cock sprung free and slapped his stomach. It was big and long and thick, protruding veins ran up its length, leading to an angry red tip. You felt your lip wobble, you weren’t even sure if it would fit. “It hurts and only you can make it feel better. You caused this. It’s your fault that this is happening.”

You weren’t sure what to think. Was this your fault?

“Lay back for me, bunny.” he motioned to the bed. “I need gonna fuck your pretty pussy.”

You shook your head.

Peter rolled his eyes, “do what you're told, stupid bunny. Don’t act like you don’t like it. Couldn’t you feel how wet you were for me?”

You stayed in place. He clenched his jaw and grabbed your ankles, pulling you until your back hit the cushion of your mattress. You tried to kick the hold of his wrists from your feet.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he felt up your thigh, eyeing you in a way that made you feel self-conscious. You felt like prey.

“I always like this dress,” he said, tugging it up your body. Peter pulled your bunny from your arms to pull the material over your head. “It’s my favorite one. Looks so beautiful on you.”

You reached for the bunny to cover yourself but were unable to reach it. You wrapped your arms around your tummy. Peter clicked his tongue, “no.” He leaned down to press kisses over your middle and he pried your hands away for better access. You felt tears brimming.

He pulled your bra off with ease, absentmindedly as he ran his mouth over your skin. You gasped and turned away, refusing to watch. You felt his tongue find your nipple and you hated the way it aroused you. He groaned and you felt his cock against your thighs. He kneaded your breasts as he kissed up your neck. He looked you in the eye as his cock found your cunt, running up and down the slit.

“It’s gonna feel so good, bunny. You’re gonna crave my cock after. You’re gonna realize that no one is better for you than me. Fuck, you’re so warm and soft.”

His cock twitched on your pussy, causing you to inhale shakily.

Peter was so ready to be inside you. The warmth your cunt radiated made his cock ache so bad. He pushed his cock through your fold, watching as your face contorted. Your hole was pulling him in as soon as his cock head reached your entrance. It was like you were made to take him.

Your face had a pained expression painted over it and your hole contracted.

“Relax, bunny. Or it’s gonna hurt a lot more than it needs to. You were doing so well just now.”

He was too big, the further he sank into you, the more it hurt.

He couldn’t resist the involuntary thrust of his hips. You jolted up at the strength of them. As he pulled out he looked down. The sight of your loose tits, belly rolls, and puffy pussy around his cock made him feral. The red coat of blood on his pelvis made him feel a sense of accomplishment. He had you first.

He finally had you. All of you. And he deserved it all after everything he’d done.

Peter forced his way in until he bottomed out. Relishing in the way your tight pussy squeezed him. He knew it hurt from the way you had begun to cry and the way your body shook but he didn’t care. You’d adjust. Soon you’d be a stupid cockwhore. What he always wanted you to be. All for him.

“Ow,” you cried, reaching your hand up to his back, seeking comfort.

“You feel so good,” he moaned.

Peter began a slow pace, pulling out just a little before sliding back in. your nails dug into his back as your head moved side to side, whines, and cries leaving your lips. More and more slick came from your hole as he continued his abuse.

Soon enough his thrusts had gotten faster, harder and your thoughts were few and far between.

Fuck.

I don’t want this.

Feels so good.

Peter’s hands were all over you. Running up your sides, squeezing your soft skin, playing with your clit, and caressing your face as tears fell from your eyes.

You weren’t sure when you had begun to cry or whether it was due to pain or pleasure.

Peter moved his lips to rest on yours, kissing you in sync with his thrusts. You whined, moving your face away, “no, stop.”

His hand that rested on your bouncing tits delivered a quick, harsh slap to your cheek. You cried out, tears falling faster. Peter pinched your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You opened your eyes, watching as he spit into your mouth, a string of spit lingering. You clenched around him.

Peter chuckled, “you liked that. Dirty slut.”

You had stopped fighting him, too caught up in the feeling of his cock in your cunt. Peter knew you would. He knew you loved him, too.

He fit so perfectly inside you like you were meant for him.

A string of “Hm, uh, uh's” and breathy high-pitched noises fell from your lips with every thrust Peter made. The noises harmonized with the squelching sounds of your wet pussy. It was music to Peter’s ears. The prettiest noises he had ever heard.

Soon, you felt a coil in your belly. It snapped a part of you back into reality, while the other was dumb at the feel of Peter’s cock.

“Peter, hm, Peter, uh stop, m’gonna-”

Peter shushed you, sloppily kissing your neck, “cum for me.”

You were lightheaded, the feeling was too good. Peter suckled at your soft spot and you felt yourself cum with a high whine. Your orgasm was more intense this time. Your mind was blank as tears poured from your eyes and your body tensed. Your back arched off the mattress and you scratched down Peter’s back, holding him close.

Peter felt dizzy, you were everywhere. He could feel you everywhere and he had never felt such ecstasy. He twitched inside you as your cunt clenched around his cock deliciously.

You weren’t able to contain your moans as you cried harder, salty tears saturating the sheets beneath your head as he fucked you past your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he said, voice deep with desire. The way your pussy fluttered around him became too much.

“N-no,” you shakily moved your hands down to his pelvis, pushing with all the strength your weak body could muster. “P-peter, don’t want,” black mascara-stained tears streamed down your face, your lipstick smudged up to your nose, and you looked absolutely wrecked.

“I didn’t fucking ask,” his voice was near a growl, “m’gonna cum in this pretty, puffy pussy. Listen to it scream for me, pulling me back in, fluttering around me. You want this.”

You shook your head, pushing once again, you let out a choked sob as he thrusted particularly hard, “N-no.”

Peter moaned loudly, squeezing your plump waist as he stilled.

You could feel his hot, hot cum painting your walls. You felt a weight on your heart, he had coaxed multiple orgasms from you, stolen them and your innocence along with them. And now, he was inside of you. His cum had likely forced its way into your cervix, mingling with your most intimate of places.

A small part of you liked it. You tried your hardest to ignore that part of you that enjoyed being full. So full of Peter. He was the best for you, after all.

Peter thrusted a few more times, dreading the thought of leaving your tight, warm hole.

You were everything he had ever imagined. Your plump body, your sugary sweet taste, your beautiful noises…

He would never let you go.

Peter gave your limp body a final kiss. You were too fucked out to react. As he pulled out of you he stared at your puffy cunt. It was wet with slick and sweat. Cum slid out of the abused hole. He took his finger and pushed it back in, loving the way you jolted and tried to close your legs.

Peter Parker loved to look at you. Even more so now, with you bare in front of him. Your skin was glistening under the rays of the artificial streetlights outside your window and remnants of your innocence were on his cock.

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 ♡

tobey is super underrated. that’s it. that’s the post

tobey!peter getting the head he deserves

☆ALRIGHT MINORS YOUVE HAD YOUR FUN TIME TO LEAVE!! , oral(m), praise just classic filth

well"? he gestured down to his hardened member practically begging to be released from the confines of its prison within his jeans. "this cock isn't gonna suck itself now is it"?

y/n chewed her lip for a moment as if in thought before sinking to her knees obediently. she was not in the mood to be bratty today.

"no..it's my job to suck it and please you,master". she said, using her slender fingers to trace the imprint of his member through his pants.

"there's no need to be shy now gorgeous, i know how much you love sucking dick. come on now show me how much you wanna please master". his cobalt eyes meeting hers.

she nodded with a big smile. the sound of his word of praise gave her a boost of confidence.

peter hummed in approval placing his palm on your head and pushing you closer. "be a good girl for me hm? stick your tongue out and breath through your nose".

with no hesitation her lips wrapped around the pink tip of his length allowing it to glide over her tongue and hit the back of her throat.

"mmm there we go beautiful, use that tight throat of yours to please me." he groaned placing his hand on top of your head , grappling a chunk of your hair in the process.

"you look so pretty like this...can i take a picture ? i want to savor this moment forever...i could keep a picture of your dick filled face anf keep it in my wallet".

she wasn't exactly sure how to respond to a comment like that. no one had ever asked her such a thing.

peter had already grabbed his camera off the nightstand aiming it down at her.

"look here baby...lemme see those begging eyes of yours".

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dinobae · 2 months

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Caught In Their Webs Part Four

I'm finally continuing the series.... No seriously, if anyone still wants to read this here it is. I fell out of the fandom for a while when it was messing with my mental health a bit. But here is Part Four, and it's time for TASM Peters love! (Canon divergence)

...This is also not Beta'd and I am not that great at writing. But still, please enjoy.

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With the other two Peter Parkers out hunting green goblin. TASM Peter is tasked with keeping you safe. But how can you even begin to handle the fact the Green Goblin is hunting you down when you're falling in love. You know you've been completely in love with your world Peter Parker but ignore your feelings because of MJ's relationship with Peter. But after sleeping with older Peter your mind is rocked. Trying to deny these budding feelings for the oldest Peter you can't help but feel your heart flutter around the tall and shy Peter. But you're not crazy enough to be in love with all three... Right???

Word Count: 4000+

Andrews!Peter= Peter Toms!Peter= Parker Tobeys!Peter = Pete

You shifted uncomfortably in chair you were sitting on. After your universe's Peter or Parker as he was temporarily designated got back to your apartment you were given little time to pack as much as you could in a backpack and dip out of your apartment. The three spider boys all agreeing that since Green Goblin knew your name, it would be too dangerous to stay in the apartment leased under your name. Which led you to Ned's grandmothers house where you were currently sitting at the table on a horribly uncomfortable chair.

MJ and Ned sat by your sides, while the three Peters were all anxiously discussing plans over the table. MJ and Ned were talking too, but you heard nothing but a slight buzzing noise in your ears. Overwhelmed with a pit of dread, anxiety, fear.... and guilt.

"Y/N!" You jolt as someone shouts your name. You glance up quickly to see everyone at the table staring at you with concern.

"We said your name like a hundred times dude... You weren't answering" MJ states softly, hand coming up to your shoulder as she looks at you with concern.

You smile weakly. "Sorry, I must have zoned out. What were you guys saying?" you question softly as you turn to face the rest of the group. Everyone's eyes on you.

"We were talking about the plan... But I'm assuming you didn't hear the any of it?" Parker questions softly, looking at you slightly exasperated.

Glancing up at him, you shake your head with a feeble smile. "N-No, I'm sorry." You sigh heavily, "But I'm listening now... So, what's the plan?"

Pete smiles at you gently, "You are going to stay here until we figure this out. Someone will be with you constantly to keep you safe. Your universes Peter... Parker is going to find Doctor Strange and tell him what's going on," Pete says gesturing to Parker. "While I will patrol the streets, this is my Green Goblin were facing, and I have defeated him before. I have the best shot at getting him," Pete explains, standing from his seat across you on the table before slapping a hand onto the tall shy Peter's shoulder. "Which means Peter here is going to stay with you and keep you safe," Pete grins at you.

You glance at the tall boy, your eyes connecting briefly before his eyes drop and he glances down shyly a feeble smile on his lips. Your mine briefly flashes back to your encounter this morning, where Peter found you and Pete in a compromising position. A blush warming your cheeks as you glance down at the table nervously.

Unbeknownst to you Parker tenses as he watches this interaction, jaw clenching as he glares at Peter with a questioning look. An action that doesn't go unnoticed to MJ sitting next to you, who is watching her boyfriend with an analytical expression.

The tension between both parties is broken when Ned's grandmother suddenly bursts into the room holding a plate of cookies and placing them on the table without a word. Before shuffling back into the kitchen mumbling something about needing lots of milk.

Pete smiles grabbing a cookie and shoving it in his mouth. "Well, let's go save the day," he mumbles through a full mouth.

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Two hours later you find yourself being led into a tiny guest room by Ned, with Peter hovering awkwardly in the door. The room is small, a double bed with a bedside table. An ugly floral print sheet on the bed, and a matching flower designed lamp on the bedside table.

"Yea, it isn't much. But it's the only spare room," Ned says awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "But don't worry, its super clean. My grandma keeps a clean house," He grins at you toothily, which earns a chuckle from Peter behind me.

"It's fine Ned... This is great" you smile at him awkwardly, before walking over to the bed and collapsing back onto it with a huge, defeated sigh.

"I'll leave you to it then. See you tomorrow morning," Ned says cheerily, walking out of the room and past Peter who is still hovering in the doorframe.

You lay there for a moment more feeling absolutely exhausted. Before you sit up abruptly, startling Peter who jolts away from the doorframe. Standing alert, he stares looks at you with shock.

"Wait, this is the only spare room?" you question loudly. You turn and face Peter, who is still looking at you in alarm. "Where are you gonna sleep?" You question worriedly.

Peter relaxes then, a soft smile gracing his features as he looks at you softly. "Don't worry, I'll be on the couch," he says fondly. "And I'll be just downstairs if you need me," he grins shyly, leaning against the doorframe again.

You stare at him stunned for a moment, distracted by how handsome and sexy he looks leaning against the door like that. Before shaking your head softly, clearing your thoughts. "You can't take the couch. I'll take the couch," you say firmly. "You need to be well rested before you fight," you state with a frown, head shaking in worry.

"Oh no. No way I'm going to let you have the couch " Peter says with a frown. Standing he crosses his arms across his chest looking at you with a stern expression. You go to speak again before he cuts you off, "You can fight me as much as you want, I am not gonna let you sleep on that couch!" he says defiantly, looking at you with determination.

You both stare at each other intensely for a moment. Before you shrug at him, a smug expression flitting over your face as you stand from the bed. Peter looking at you warily, wavering at your sudden confidence.

"Well, if you won't take the bed. I won't take the bed. And if you won't let me take the couch, then I guess I'll just have to stay on the floor," you shrug with a grin, as you begin to sink onto the floor. Peter jumps in alarm at this, rushing over to you and pulling you back up by the shoulders.

"No. Please," he sighs as he hoists you back onto the bed, arms holding your shoulders. Shaking his head with a frown he looks down at you with his big brown eyes. "Please. Please just sleep on the bed... For me," he whispers out softly, giving you the best puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

You bite your lip harshly, as you start to lose all resolve. You stare into his eyes, willing yourself to not give in, but find yourself unable to look away from those beautiful eyes. Glancing down at his lips quickly, you look back into those soft eyes and let out a big sigh before looking down at your lap.

Peter smiles victoriously then, briefly thinking his has won. Before you glance back up into his eyes, a pout on your lips as you give him the biggest puppy dog eyes you can. Your E/C eyes shimmering, as you stare at him pleadingly.

"Fine I won't take the couch. If..." You start to say, pouting up at him as you grip his forearms from where they still hold your shoulders. "If we both take the bed?" you whisper up at him, nerves suddenly filling your stomach.

Peter tenses suddenly, looking at you with shock. His hands gripping your shoulders tightly. You glance up at him worriedly, worried you had overstepped your bounds.

He stands up straighter, removing his arms from your shoulders. Before scratching his neck nervously. You bite your lip harshly, about to speak up and retract your statement before Peter speaks.

"Ok," he says with an anxious smile, shuffling on his feet gently.

Your heart flutters, face flushing as you feel suddenly extremely aware of the situation.

"Yea, ok. That uh... Thats good then," you say with a soft smile, turning to the side to hide the blush forming on your face.

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Later, the two of you are laying rather stiffly next to each other on the bed. The bed is rather small for two people and Peter is pressed as far away from you as possible. It also certainly doesn't help that the handsome boy sleeps shirtless.

In that moment he feels so close yet so far away. You can feel the heat radiating from your side. All you would need to do is shift a inch or so to the left and you could press yourself against his bare, hot... chiselled... defined chest. 'Snap out of its YIN!' you think to yourself, shaking your head in attempt to clear your head of sinful thoughts.

In the dark you nervously glance over, finding his figure in the dark. He's lying flat on his back breathing steadily, but he looks rigid and tense. You can't help but think he looks very uncomfortable.

"Peter? Are you awake?" you whisper out softly.

"Yea," Peter whispers softly, shifting slightly when you speak.

"Can I ask you something?" You question with a whisper.

"Yea" he replies, head turning on his pillow to face you.

At first, you want to comment on how uncomfortable he looks while sleeping. "Earlier, when you caught me with Pete. Why did you look at me like you were... Sad?" You blurt before you even register what you're asking.

Peter tenses suddenly, seeming to hesitate. Before he can speak however you cut him off. "Oh I mean. You were probably just uncomfortable right? I mean, because I was with another Pete and i.."

"Hey, I um. I wasn't uncomfortable," Peter cuts of your rambling suddenly, shifting closer to you on the bed. "I just... It's hard to explain." he says nervously, a hand coming up to your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear.

"I'm a good listener?" you state softly, cheeks flushing as he brushes your hair behind your ear. He lets out a soft sigh at your statement, bringing his hand in-between you as he shifts on to his side to face you. You mimic his movements, turning onto your side to face him.

"Well, I had a YIN in my universe as well." He states nervously, hands fiddling with the bedsheet.

"You did" you whisper out questioningly. You had some suspicions based on how the two other dimension Petes had treated and looked at you. But it was alarming to hear out loud.

"Y-yea." He begins, seemingly nervous. "My YIN was my best friend. She was there for me for as long as I could remember. And she was there for me when... When Gwen..." He sniffles slightly, choking on his words. You bring a hand up, grabbing his in your own softly.

He sighs, grabbing your hand tight in his, squeezing it tightly. "Well, YIN was there for me when Gwen died. She was my rock, and one day she... she told me she had feelings for me..." He whispers out, my hand gripping his hard at the news. "And I. I didn't react well... I pushed her away, I yelled and screamed. I told her I didn't feel the same... And I ended up pushing her out of my life completely. We haven't spoken since." He whispers out, crying softly at his confession.

"Oh wow, Pete... That's a lot" you whisper out, bring your free hand up to his face to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"I hated how I reacted; I was just so upset... All I could think about was Gwen. I regretted it instantly." He sniffles, leaning into your hand on his face. "I was too ashamed to ever find her again... But the worst part is. I loved her as well." He sighs softly, closing his eyes as he brings a hand up to cup your hand on his face. His other hand intertwining your fingers on the bed. "Seeing you and Pete together. It gave me a sense of what I could've had if I wasn't so..." he says softly, eyes opening again to peer at you.

You'd moved closer during his story, your body flushed against his. Moving your softly hand down his cheek, you bring your thumb to his lips. "You... You could still have that, Peter. You can find your YIN, reconcile," you say breathily, pressing your chest against his.

"I can't" he sniffles out, crying a little harder. "She moves on. She's happily married now with kids. I can't be in her live" he whispers while stroking your hair softly.

"I'm sorry you lost your chance Peter, I'm sorry that this happened to you" you say, your other hand unlatching from his grip as you cup his cheeks with both hands. "But... you can always have a chance now?" you whisper out shakily, looking at his lips.

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His eyes widen, before his mouth crashes onto yours, his hands coming up to cup your back as he pulls you close to him. You kiss him back feverishly, teeth clacking as you kiss each other hungrily. His tongue running along the bottom of your lip before gripping it with his teeth and sucking into his mouth.

You whimper into his mouth, one of your legs coming up to his waist as you press against him. He growls softly into your mouth, hands coming onto your waist and pulling you on top of him. You gasp as you straddle him, your core pressed right onto his crotch.

He takes advantage of your open mouth, his tongue pushing past your lips. You whine as his tongue dominates yours, unable to stop your hips from bucking against him. He groans into your mouth at that, hands gripping your hips tight as he begins to pull you against him. One of his hands reaching up and gripping your hair tightly as he pulls you further into the searing kiss. You can feel all the desperation and want coming from him as he hold you so tight it almost hurts.

With your lips now pressed perfectly against his you begin to rock back and forth. You quickly find a rhythm, and you can't stop your whines as your cores is pressed into the bulge in his pyjama shorts over and over again. The thin material adding to the pleasure. With a particularly hard thrust from Peter below you, you notice that he's also commando under his thin pants. You mewl when you notice this, your panties starting to feel drenched.

His other hand comes to your shirt, reaching up and stroking his way up your body to your nipples. He reaches up, grabbing on and tugging it hard, causing you to gasp into his mouth. He fumbles a little when he tries to switch to your other nipple, and he lets out a growl of frustration.

Before you even register what's happening, Peter has flipped you onto your back and ripped your shirt down the middle exposing your bare breasts. His mouth not once leaving yours as he does this. Kissing you feverishly he brings both hands to your breasts, pulling and tugging desperately. His hips bucking against your core in a steady rhythm, both your pants and his completed coated in the added slick and pre-cum coming from you both.

"Y/n" he groans into your mouth loudly before pulling back and staring down at you longingly. He gives your left nipple one last twist, before his hand starts running down your body and past them hem of your panties. He groans loudly when he runs his fingers up and down your folds. "So wet. Is this really for me sweetheart?" He questions, his expression self-conscious as if he doesn't believe he could be turning you on so much.

"Yes Peter. All for you, you're turning me on so much," you say passionately one of your hands reaching up and gripping his cheek gently as you speak. Peter looking down at you then with a sudden ferocity in his eyes. "Fuck Peter, I neeeeeeed," you start to stay before it turns into a moan as Peter suddenly shoves two fingers inside of you and starts thrusting hard and fast. You let out another yelp as he starts going so hard and fast, barely giving you any room to adjust.

"Sorry sweetheart, but if you keep talking like that I won't last long, and I want to come inside of you," he groans throatily, looking down at you with a hazy lust in his eyes. When you gasp and grab his arms tightly, he does hesitate worried he's gone too far. Before you quickly grip his arms again begging him to continue. He smiles softly down at you then, thrusting a third finger in suddenly while his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub fast yet soft circles.

You jolt underneath him, surprised at how fast you could feel that familiar tension in your abdomen as he draws you closer and closer to the edge. You throw your head back eyes closed as, rock your hips against his hand chasing that feeling. His long fingers prodding against your g-spot while his thumb starts rubbing perfectly against your clit. When your right on the edge you open your eyes to find Peter looking down at you with such awe, his beautiful brown eyes sparkling. It all it takes for you to go over the edge, all the while staring into his big doe eyes.

When you settle back down, he kisses you softly and sweetly. He leans back and pulls your pants and panties completely off, gasping softly when he sees how drenched they were. He looks over at you sheepishly, a small grin on his face he pulls down his own pants, freeing his leaking member.

You audibly gulp when you look at it. Briefly thinking of the other Peters. The older Pete had a very thick girthy member that was around 5 & half inches. But this Peter had a long thin member, at least 9 inches and currently straining against his stomach. As he crawled back up to your hips you couldn't help but wonder what your Peters looked like.

A hysterical thought filled you as you pondered sleeping with him just to complete the set. As if you were collecting getting fucked by different Peter Parkers. However, you were shaken from these wild thoughts when you felt Peter's member prodding against your entrance. Shaking your head softly you refocused on the shy handsome man above you.

Peter looked nervous and excited but was staring down at you expectingly waiting for permission. Before you say anything, you glance down and see that he had put a condom on whilst you were daydreaming. A glance back up at him shows you his face now filled with worry as you continue to say nothing. He opens his mouth to speak but stops when you reach a hand down and tug off the condom.

Peter opens his again, but you cut him off. "I'm on the pill," you smile up at him, before redirecting his member to press against your entrance, a silent approval for him to continue. He smiles toothily down at you before pressing into you softly.

You quickly start a slow but deep rhythm, as he rocks his member against you. Your moans are so loud as he reaches parts within you that have never been reached. The pace is slow and steady for a while, before you start to loudly beg him to go harder and deeper. He reaches down and grabs on of your legs, hoisting over his shoulder as he starts to ram into you like a man possessed.

You're practically screaming as he fucks you in this new position, each thrust pressing the tip of his head past your cervix. Your mind briefly regards that there are other people in the house and your borderline screaming, but a sudden angle change against your g-spot wipes your mind of anything but Peter. Peter comes first, groaning into your neck as he empties inside of you. His thumb coming down to help you follow suite.

The two of you lay there panting for a while, before Peter starts to lay sweet kisses on your lips. He kisses you softly till you fall asleep, only briefly stirring to the feel of a damp towel cleaning you off. Your dreams now filled with Peter and Pete, and the happy lives you could live.

Within the rest of the house, Ned's grandma sleep heavily undisturbed by any noise. While Ned stares up at his bedroom roof, eyes bulging and looking traumatized... As well as a seething Peter Parker, your Peter Parker who had returned home to check on you.

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You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Frowning you glanced around the room looking for Peter but couldn't see the tall man anywhere. Before you could worry you noticed a glass of water and a note. Picking it up you read what it said.

Out on Patrol with the other world Pete, we got an idea on the location on green goblin. Your Peter came home this morning, he'll protect you while we are gone. Stay safe and hydrate. :)

You smile softly at the note, changing into some of your spare clothes as you head downstairs. When you walk into the kitchen, your Peter and Ned are sitting at the table.

"Good morning, everyone," you say softly as you sit down, Neds grandmother quickly dropping a plate of food in front of you before walking back into the kitchen. As no one responds you glance up to see Ned staring red faced as his plate, refusing to make eye contact with you. When you glance over at Parker you flinch as you make eye contact. He's glaring at you intensely, eyes piercing yours with such intensity you almost feel afraid.

"What's wrong with you?" I demand with sudden confidence, unable to handle the intensity of his glare.

"What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you!??" He shouts, slamming his hands on the table as he stands. Ned turns to look at him in shock, and you flinch as he stands. You don't think you've ever heard Peter shout like that, and never at you.

"I don't understand," You respond hesitantly, not wanting to further upset him. "I didn't do anything wrong," you say worriedly.

Peter barks out a horrible laugh at your words, looking at you with venom in his eyes. "You did nothing wrong? You opened your legs to the other universe's Peter like a whore! That's pretty wrong to me," he shouts at you, slamming his hands down on the table again cracking it with his strength.

You let out a loud gasp at his words and hear two other gasps as well. Glancing over you see Ned staring at Peter in shock. "Peter Parker!" is heard behind you. Turning around you see MJ standing in the door. The source of the other gasp you assume. She is glaring at Peter, her hands on her hips. You'd also never seen her look so angry. Which is saying something considering that she was angry a lot.

Turning back around to face Peter you go to shout at him, defend your actions but you halt when you see him. He's no longer staring at you with anger, but utter devastation. Tears are falling from his eyes and his lips are quivering as he stares at you.

"Peter?" you question softly, flabbergasted at the sudden mood change. Unable to help yourself you reach across the table for him hand, but he jumps back. He stares at you for a moment more, tears flowing harder now, before he runs out the back door. You, Ned and MJ go to chase him, but when you hear the familiar sound of his web shooter you halt, knowing there was no chance to catch him.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see Ned and MJ looking at you concerned. "I didn't say anything. I don't know how..." Ned mumbles out, looking at you with both guilt and concern. MJ opens her mouth to speak then. But you suddenly take off running, sprinting up the stairs and into your temporary room. Slamming the door behind you, you begin to cry softly. Never had Peter ever spoken or looked at you like that. It was devastating. You fell onto the bed, thinking of the other two Peter's and how you wished they were here.

You notice neither Ned or MJ had followed you upstairs, and you were grateful. Your cries softened eventually, and you leaned back into the bed as you started to fall asleep. Before you heard the sound of breaking glass. Jolting up from the bed you glance at the window and see a weird looking ball. Looking at in shock and confusion you faintly notice the sound of beeping and laughter... Before everything went white.

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 8 months

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could you write about peter parker (t.m) brings his gf, reader for a study date but instead they fuck on his bed while aunt may is at work or something! please! doggy style, blowjob, boob job, missionary, daddy kink

The Study Date

A/N: This was meant for Tobey's spiderman but feel free to use your imagination!

Warning: Oral- facefucking(male receiving); Hair pulling; Creampie

Light from the sun streams in from the open window highlighting the books and note cards scattered across Peter's messy bedroom floor. There's not a cloud in the sky, and I can hear boisterous laughter from people walking by on the street; everyone sounding free and upbeat made me beyond jealous! Its absolutely unbelievable that on this beautiful breezy bright day my wonderfully amazing boyfriend convinced me to study for our upcoming exams. Hell, even Aunt May had plans to be home late as she and Happy had a date after her shift.

We both knew I'd rather be doing anything else. Better yet, I know WHO I'd rather be doing. Glancing up at a frowning Peter sitting criss-cross with his back against his bed, I watch him scribbling quickly on a notepad. Another pencil clenched between his teeth, he pauses his note taking to read the book in his lap. I can't help but admire the firm set in his jaw contrasting against that adorable baby face. Peter's short messy brown locks dust his forehead as his brows crease. God, his pretty ocean blue eyes never fail to pull me in. Fuck... His sexy ass in only a pair of light gray sweats was leaving nothing to the imagination. My baby's lean but chiseled chest rises slowly with each breath as I stare unabashedly.

I lay prone in front of him a few feet away, legs up behind me and crossed at the ankles, thoroughly enjoying the view. Normally I wait for Peter to initiate anything sexual but it always ends before he can fuck me. Rather it be May interrupting or his Spiderman duties calling, we haven't had a chance to do more than a bit of steamy dry humping. But today, as the drippin in my panties turns to a leak just from lookin at him, Peter's def in for somethin new.

He's concentrating so hard that I'm sure he doesn't notices the aggressive and very thorough eye fuck I'm giving him. He can't possibly be this damn clueless! Opening my mouth to speak Peter surprises me, looking up from his book, beating me to the punch.

"If you're done eye raping me, can you hand me the whiteout?" He teases, his knowing smirk almost making me embarrassed. ALMOST. Lord only knows I'm way to damn wet right now for the shy act.

Without replying I get on all fours and slowly, sensually, crawl to my Spiderman. He immediately sets down everything, spreads his legs and pulls me into his lap. I slip my shirt off quickly, leaving me in nothing but my soft shorts. My lips are desperate for his so I kiss him lustfully, deepening it as I grind ontop of him. My dark blue and red cotton shorts hardly get in the way as Peter starts to swell against me. My wetness seeps out of my empty clenching core, soaking my bottoms and his sweats.

"Peeeete, take off your pants. I wanna play. Lemme suck it." I moan into his mouth.

"Sweetheart-" Peter starts in protest but I quickly cut him off with another soft wet kiss. If he wants to play hard to get then so be it.

I lick into his mouth, before sucking the tip of his tongue between my lips. My fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, lightly tugging as Peter's hips cant upward on each small pull. Short low moans come from his as he breaks our kiss to look down at the small wet patch forming where I drip on top him. Our breathing accelerates as I speed up the grinding on his fully hard dick, moving my lips to speak softly in his ear.

"Please Pete, pleeeease. Lemme suck you. I wanna make you feel good. I want you to cum in my mouth, down my throat. Fuuuck, feel your dick twitch on my tongue." I nip at his ear as I watch his resolve crumbling piece by piece. His head falling back on his mattress as he struggles to submit. I don't know why he's resisting and I don't give a fuck. I'm gettin that dick TODAY.

He might be Spiderman but I'm pretty damn quick my self. I'm off his lap and eye level with his crotch, pulling out that impressive fucking dick and cramming him between my lips before he can pick his head up. I lick and suck around his tip with messy loud slurps as watch him closely; his head dips farther into his bed and his arms hang limp at his sides against the floor. He involuntarily spread his legs wider, giving me ample room to work on his cock.

With eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open wide gasping for breath, Peter immediately loses the will to combat himself on this. When I notice, I smile with a mouth full of dick and, with a little difficulty, slide him deeper into my mouth. My unexpected gagging and salivating has him moaning and groaning so fucking seductively. I've never heard anything more alluring. I want more of those moans. So I slide my mouth up and down his lengthy cock fervidly. The taste of his salty precum explodes across my tongue and I moan around him this time, the vibrations making Peter shudder in return.

The soft sounds he makes increase in volume as I speed up the pace of stuffing my new favorite treat down my throat. His hips start to fuck his dick between my lips as one hands slide into my hair firmly as holds me place. 'Fuuuck, Daddy' repeats like a mantra in my head. That dam spider strength makes it so I can't move a single inch as he pistons in and out of my mouth recklessly. I feel his wet balls slapping my chin as my spit smear cheeks, chin, and naked breasts. All I can do is grip his thigh and focus on breathing through my nose as Peter tries to fuck himself into throat. My gagging doubles but I get no reprieve, not a damn lick of empathy. I couldn't dream of anything better

"Uh, uh, uh, f-fuuuuuck. Uh, AH! So fuckin good, princess. Bout to cu-uuum." His lusty cry makes me slip my shorts to the side and finger my throbbing sensitive little button.

I choke around him, eyes rolled back as I let him use me. 'Yeeees Daddy fuckin explode down my throat, lemme taste.' I think as his strokes turn erratic. One last pull out before Peter pushes his pelvis to my nose and unloads 3 strong gushes outta his twitchin dick to the back of my throat, so I swallow to not choke. He pulls back a bit, hand still firmly hold me, as the next 2 land on my tongue. Pete's gasping and panting, staring at me intently while he let's the rest of his warm cum leak onto my lips as he smears his spasming dick in the mess.

When he's finally done ruining me, he releases me reluctantly. His cock is still hard, glistening with my drool and his cum, balls still drawn up tight against his body. I take my hand outta my shorts and remove them, wiping his cum from my face. His eyes widen when he realizes I was playing with my pussy while he face fucked me.

"Did you like that Pete?" I ask seductively, kicking books out the way and laying on my back perched up on my elbows with spread legs.

"Hell yeah, princess. More than like. You got damn drained me. But now I want a taste of you."

Peter rushes to duck between my legs, trying to dive head first to eat me I assume; but I grab a handful of his soft chocolate colored hair and pull him up my body till his dick taps against my desperate messy soaked little puss.

"Fuck that, you can eat this pussy some other time. You better fuck me right now, Parker." I growl out.

That unsure look crosses Peter's face once more and I decide it's time to take matters into my own hands again. I grab for his dick and hastily stuff him inside. Although just a bit more than the tip crams inside, my back arches and I moan loud and long like a whore. I stare at the ceiling with wide unseeing eyes and an open mouth as I tug a couple more inches of Pete's cock into my wet core. My insides clutch at him frantically as I fuck on his leaky dick about half way.

My fingers rub my throbbing little button in quick fast circles, crying out as Peter stares at me in surprise. His shock obviously prevents him from realizing how close I am to cumming. As his breathing and the buildup in his balls upsurgesfrom watching me fuck myself on him, it's clear to us both that I need no assistance. I know my end is near. The intense pleasurable beating in my pussy makes me gasp for air while humping Petes dick wildly. 1 circle, 2 circles, 3 more circles on my clit and I combust. My head thrashes left to right as my cream gushes Peter endlessly.

"YES DAAAADDY, YES! Fuck me, aaah, fuck meeeee! FuckmefuckmefuckmeDaddy!" My intense orgasm draws every filthy thought from my mind through my open mouth into mindless shrieks. There's no room for embarrassment.

Suddenly the world seems shaken and upside down as I find my self quickly turned on my stomache. Peter forces a hand under me to fiercely finger my clit, burying his meat in me almost to the hilt. My back bowed, orgasm prolonged, I feel dizzy from how insanely intense it all feels as he digs into me repeatedly.

"Noooo, no-no-no-no-no, not yeeeeet.." Pete's words melt in one long endless moan and 4 earth shattering back breaking strokes later, he's gripping at my plump ass cheeks and audaciously fills me up. His cum dribbles from around his dick to mix with mine on the sheets. Neither of us move beyond the occasional shudder. Peter remains lodged inside as we try to catch our breath. Small drizzles of cum leak irregularly from his unhurriedly softening prick when we hear 3 light knocks on the locked bedroom door.

FUCK!!!!! May's home..

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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peter blurb wooo

he pistons into you in a manner that was almost unrecognizable from your boyfriend.

briefly, you considered lifting the remainder of his mask just to make sure that some civilian hadn’t gotten into his suit and found you.

but you were sure this was peter.

you knew this was peter. even with his face completely covered.

and it made it so much hotter.

your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into the webbed material. your head was against the dirtied brick wall that made up your apartment building, and with each of peters thrusts your scalp rubbed against it, along with the rest of your body.

eventually, you winced and pushed your body further into peters, chest against chest.

his thrusts stopped immediately and his suit eyes looked into yours.

“am i hurting you?” he asked, voice already dripping with building guilt.

you shook your head and gestured back towards the wall behind you. “brick,” you softly explained.

“oh.” peter said. his grip on your hips shifted until he only had one hand squeezing the forgotten denim of your skirt and the other was wrapped around your back. then, he took a step back so that you weren’t in contact with the brick wall at all.

and as if the position hadn’t changed at all, peter continued fucking you like a madman.

#this is tobeys peter in my mind #but all 3 work #peter parker x reader #tobey!peter x reader #tobey!peter parker #tom!peter parker #tom!peter x reader #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter x reader #peter parker smut

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amourisms · 2 years

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atta girl.

summary : studying does come without its distractions.

pairing : peter parker ( any ) x fem!reader

warnings : thigh-riding, pwp

wc : 0.5k

a/n : just a small drabble because i’m tired but wanted to write and i’m also obsessed with thigh-riding atm so enjoy <3 ( i also apologise if this is sloppy this literally took me like five minutes and i haven’t proofread )

"c'mon, baby, just a little longer," peter pleaded as you wrapped your arms around his neck and wedged yourself between him and the table so you were straddling him, "i seriously need to get this done". peter and you had been studying for what felt like forever and in the midst of that your mind must've gone fuzzy with a sudden need. your head was rested in the crook of his neck, tired from relentless studying and pleased to be in such a close proximity to him.

peter continued with his studying although used his non-dominant hand to rub circles on your back as he wrote. his touch made you move closer to him, your back arching into his chest a little more and your lower half following, making you rock a little on his thigh. the movement had bought a sensation to your clit, making you even more desperate for peter. he knew you were getting wetter, he could feel it on his sweatpants and he could fucking smell it. his senses were overloading with you and sending all the blood in his body straight to his cock, though he was still somewhat determined to finish his studies.

he tried to keep writing and push the thoughts of you into the back of his mind, although it seemed he had absent-mindedly bought his non-dominant hand down to the fold of your hip. he gently began guiding you back and forth on his thigh, messing his sweats though you could still hear the faint taps of his pen against the wood every now and then. he was still writing.

moans and whimpers spilled out of your lips as his grip tightened and you began moving even faster. your mind went blank with the exception of peter as he flexed his thigh in a certain way, bringing you a whole new sensation. "pete.." you began, barely able to think of a comprehensible sentence as your every thought was slurred together. his mouth was right against your ear as he shushed you, making your stomach flutter at the gentle sounds.

you were getting closer and closer and peter could tell, whether it was because of his spidey-senses or the fact that he just knew your body that well, you didn't know and frankly you didn't care. you began moving slightly faster chasing your high and soaking his sweatpants even more. muted sounds were pouring out of you directly into peter's ear which only made his grip tighten once again. he could break you with his touch and right now, that's all you wanted him to do.

you threw your head back, fluttering your eyes shut with a slew of his name and curse words as your orgasm travelled through you leaving you in a state of shivers. peter's hand on your hip snaked its way to the nape your neck and bought your head close to his lips, "atta girl", he spoke quietly with the sound of his pen dropping against the table following shortly after.

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multifariousqueer · 2 years

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hi, can i ask for yandere peter parker that sets during no way home and he gets jealous of reader interacting with his variants?

This idea is making me feral omfgggggg

warnings: Manipulation, dark Peter Parker, spoilers for nwh, Peter being a douche but also being hot, submissive!reader, Mentions of smut at the end, maybe more idk lmk.

Peter has always been protective. Of you, Ned, MJ, May and everything and anything he holds near and dear to his heart. Peter absolutley ADORES you and would literally kill for you, no matter what (or who) threatened his relationship with his princess(you). It's also worth mentioning he gets jealous when you give your attention to anyone who wasn't a family member(and even then), Ned or MJ. You were incredibly smart and when Peter showed you his web shooters, you were ecstatic to help and make new formulas. That was one of his favorite things about you. You were always willing to help.

After the villains got loose in the city and you had to help capture them, Peter's normal level of protectiveness shot up. Peter wouldn't even let you look at the villains. Even if you tried to introduce yourself and explain your intentions, Peter would just take your hand and tell you not to speak to these creatures because they're bad and he would move you behind him. They eventually began to think you were mute or just stuck up but the truth is that Peter would break their necks and sternly talk you down if you tried to speak. You could tell everyone was in a fragile place at that moment so you decided it was best to just shut up and be helpful.

When the fight in the condo happened and Aunt May died, it was like a switch in Peter's head went off. His natural instinct was to kill the Goblin and protect the only thing he had left; You. That means, his senses were dialed up to 1234 and he was ready to fight and possibly kill anything that flew or came in your direction. He was so protective, he wouldn't let you go to the bathroom without him being present. So when his variants, Ned and MJ came, Peter tucked you away in his arms, kissed your forehead and gave you a talk:

"Stay here okay?"

"Peter I'm in your arms, there's no where I can go." You said with a hint of sass.

"Y/n I don't want the sass okay? I just lost my Aunt so the least you can do is shut up and do what I say, okay?" Peter said bluntly.

You nodded and did as you were told.

"Does he always talk to her like that?" One of the variants asked.

"Usually not this bluntly but yes." MJ chimed in. MJ hated that you went from being so independent with your own thoughts and opinions, to being Peters puppy. Quiet, reserved and a mere shell of who you used to be. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing anyone could do really.

You waved at the variants and when you got to the lab, you made peter's web fluid with a combination of different formulas; each one more effective and potent than the ones Peter was making. One of the variants was impressed by your creation:

"Wow. That's strong stuff. What's in it?" He asked you.

"A hint of vibranium and I changed the measurements on the original fluid." You said, happy someone was talking to you.

"What's vibranium?" Both of the variants asked.

"The strongest substance on our Earth. It's truly amazing what it can do. It can replicate human skin, build a new body and even extract an infinity stone!" You cheered. It was the first time you felt like yourself since Peter changed.

"Wow. I don't know what infinity stones are but if they're nearly as strong and powerful as your web fluid, than it's the strongest thing in my universe." One Variant said,

"Mine too" The other chimed in.

You had prepared another speech when you were cut off:

"How about actually working instead of talking about space rocks that were blown up by the thing who slaughtered his own daughter to get them." Peter said, the anger and jealousy of you taking a liking to his variants living in his voice.

"Yes sir." You said sadly.

"Jeez man, lighten up." The brown eyed variant said.

"Yeah dude. Your girl is obviously loyal to you and only you and she is extremely smart yet she can't even have a conversation?" The blue eyed one said annoyed.

In typical true Peter Parker fashion, they stuck up for you. It seemed that was a common trait among them.

"What she can and can't have is none of your concern. Let's just get this over with so you guys can go home and we can live our normal lives." Your Peter said fed up.

"Uh Peter." Ned said shakily.

"Yeah?" They all said.

"Oh no my Peter." Ned corrected.

"Yeah?" Your Peter said.

"The computer." Ned said.

Peter made sure to do what he had to do while keeping an eye on you.

"Y/n. Come here, Princess." Peter instructed.

"Yeah." you said walking over.

"Why do you have to interact with these Peter's?" Peter asked.

"Because they interacted with me first." You informed.

"Okay so here's what's gonna happen. If I see you talking to any of these "me's", I will not hesitate to punish you later. You belong to me and only me. Understand?" Peter said in your ear.

"I understand." You said looking down.

Peter grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

"Understand?" Peter said, firmly.

"I understand, sir." you said.

"You're always such a good girl for me. Stay that way, yeah?" Peter praised.

"Okay" You said, handing him the fluid.

He kissed you and put the plan in motion. After everything was done and the variants went back home, Peter delivered the news of the spell.

A few months later

"Hello fellow engineers!" You chanted in the coffee shop.

"What?" Ned said in confusion.

"MIT's mascot is the engineer." MJ said.

"Oh yeah I should probably know that" Ned laughed.

"So have we decided on an apartment yet?" You asked.

"I think so" MJ smiled.

"Yeah. The Loft, right?" Ned asked.

"Yep" you said.

"I'll put the down payment and the first month of utilities plus the groceries!" You said.

"No no no that's way too much-" Ned and MJ started before they were cut off by some random kid.

"Hi I'm Peter Parker you don't know me but-" he started.

You quickly stopped him and said,

"Peter Parker don't you know it's rude to interrupt stranger's conversations." You said as snarky as possible. Ned and MJ chuckling behind their hands.

Peter was taken aback by your sudden edge. He had forgot you had a backbone before he became more dominant.

"I wanted a coffee not sass, sweetheart." Peter replied.

You had a look of anger plastering your face but in reality, it turned you on a bit. To have someone be so blunt with you was just the thing you wanted in life.

You whispered to MJ to give him a receipt so you could write your number on the back with a note:

"Never call me sweetheart. You can call me Princess though." The note read.

The stranger took it with a smirk and walked out.

"Y/N" Ned and MJ screamed after you told them the contents of the note:

"What were going to college soon anyway. At the very least, he'll be a good fuck."

"And if he's not??" MJ asked.

"He will be. I feel it." You replied with a smirk.

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spideydreams00 · 2 years

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I’ll fuck you till you understand

SUMMARY: Peter is always the dom in bed, a tease and one day you had enough of the teasing + you had a bad day, what is better than to fuck the spider ling and reverse the roles, taking your frustration out on him

Switch! Peter x Switch! Reader

SMUT

She her pronouns used. (Reader has superpowers, (telekinesis)

WARNINGS: impact play, slight degradation, praise kink, bondage? Edging, overstimulation, dacryphillia

Enjoy 🌙

“Fuck You Peter”

You cried, he was rubbing tight and fast circles on your clit edging you and not letting you have any release, to be clear today wasn’t the best day to be a fucking tease, you had a fucked up day, you felt frustrated, stressed and now you were pissed at Peter, you just wanted to cum but the teasing was far from ending, your sweaty body and your aching cunt begging for release.

“Oh darling… it’ll be the one fucking you, trust me”

Cocky bitch you though.

You were tied up, legs spread wide while Peter was in between them.

“Just fuck me please!” You cried

Fuck, fuck, fuck, so so close to cumming.

“You’ll get it sweetheart… just wait a little longer”

His movements on your clit went faster getting you close to relief the relief you craved so much.

“Im close!” You cried

Then he stopped.

“N-No!” You cried again bucking your hips into his fingers needing the friction

He just chucked and smirked loving to get you all desperate for him

“Oh dove.. so fucking needy” he holds your hips down

“Fuck me!” You cried again

“You’ll have to beg”

“Im begging you to fuck me please!” His cocky and reckless behavior was pissing you right now more than any other day

“What if I want to keep teasing you darling? Huh? Wanna have you on edge”

“Don’t be mean please!.. p-please fuck me now!”

“What if I don’t?”

That made something snap in you, your eyes darkened and if he wasn’t going to give you what you needed, you’ll take it.

You used your powers to break free from the webs making Peter’s eyes widened leaving him froze mouth agape in shock, you’ve never used your powers in bed before.

“I fucking warned you” you growled and flipped him on his back

“Y-Y/n/n?” he said in a small voice.

You ignored his “question” and asked…

“Is this okay?” You growled again.

“Y-Yes” He was shocked and to be honest he was excited about this, not knowing that someone having control of his body could turn him on this much.

“Good” you said simply

You used your powers again to hold his hips down and pin his wrists to the bed, leaving him helpless.

“So much fucking teasing, don’t you think Parker?”

The way you said his name did something to him, never calling him by his last name.

“Answer me!”

“Y-Yes! I’m sorry Y/N- lemme- lemme touch you!”

He was utterly impressed by how easily he turned into a submissive boy in no more than 2 minutes, he was probably more impressed than you.

Again you ignored him

“Safe word?” You asked sitting on his bulge rocking back and fort slowly

“Huh-? Uh- R-Red”

“Alright”

With that your hand wrapped around his throat, you were going to take what you deserve and watching him fall apart in the process was just a bonus.

“Naughty boy… You think you can tease me?” You breathed out enjoying the feeling of the way your pussy was humping his covered cock.

“Im sorry-“ his sentence getting interrupted by his own moans

“I’ll make you feel sorry Peter”

You started to rock back and fort faster and harder making Peter’s head to roll back and close his eyes, pleasure consuming every bone in his body.

“F-Fuck!”

He looked down to where your pussy humped his clothed cock, his boxers now soaked by your arousal, because after all you were dripping.

“y/n/n im close!” He cried, his toes curling and abs contracting.

“You’re close huh? You’re gonna cream in your boxers like the pathetic boy you are?” You were out of breath but seeing him fall apart was a reminder for you to not close your eyes.

“Y-Yeah!” his eyes closed and his mouth fell agape

“Look at me!” You snapped him out of his trance and his glassy eyes struggled to open

“Yes thats it… cum, cum for me” you growled, your nails digging in his chest.

“Im cumming!” He cried. His whole body tensing and trying to buck up his hips, obviously he couldn’t do it, he spilled in his boxers, his cock twitching and desperately chanting your name. The burning feeling of your nails on his chest adding to his pleasure it made him feel dizzy.

He had a beautiful fucked up expression, his body was sweaty and he had a glow all over him, the faint blush creeping all over his body, the tear stained cheeks and his cries were something you’ve never seen on him but hopefully after this you’ll see it more often.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well” you cooed, stroking his hair while he panted

When he came down from his high you were still there comforting him, tracing his features with your fingers with gentle motions, his mouth opened to say something but closed again.

“You good bubs?” You asked leaning towards his face.

“Y-yeah… I feel so good” you giggled at this his eye lids fluttering, his whole persona glowing with the post orgasmic glow. His mind was still hazzy.

He tried to lean in again and capture your lips but you backed leaving him desperate a pout all over his face, only making you chuckle.

“So needy” you said

“F-Fuck y/n i just want a kiss” his puppy eyes almost convincing you to give in, but whatever he wants he has to beg for it.

“Im sure you do”

“D-don’t be mean!” He cried, a small sob coming from his mouth

You kissed him hard to shush him, it was full of passion a messy kiss, his brows furrowed in concentration, he wasn’t used to not use his hands while kissing you, he tried to deepen the kiss and he succeeded for 3 seconds before you pulled away, leaving both of you breathless.

“You’re gonna give me another one” it wasn’t even a question, it was a statement.

“Huh?”

Before he could ask anything else you pulled down his sticky boxers and gripped his cock, making his breath caught in his throat.

“Y-Y/n” he croaked out

“Just one more”

“F-Fuck! I can’t- too sensit-ive”

“It’s okay baby we’ll go slow”

“O-kay”

You gripped his cock with a loose grip, enough to stimulate him and to have him on edge but not enough to make him cum.

“Faster please…” his voice small and weak

“No baby, you’ll take what i give you, do you understand?”

He nodded, completely under your control.

You used your other hand to massage his balls gently providing him more stimulation, his feet thrashing on the bed.

“Uh.. y/n/n im c-close again” he moaned as he closed his eyes

“Not yet honey” he whined, his previous orgasm triggering this one faster

“N-not gonna last long”

“Hold it.”

“B-but-“

“Hold it.”

He closed his eyes tightly trying to survive the sensation as his body tenses, your movements speeded up making him arch his back and his eyes rolled back.

“IM CUMMING!” He cried, he could taste his orgasm, the pleasure cursing through his body and before he could fall over the edge you moved your hand away, pinching his thigh.

“N-No!” He sobbed and cried softly as you giggled

“I-I was s-so close!” His cock twitched, angry and red leaking precum all over his stomach. To be honest you were fucking dripping and your clit begged to be touched, you wanted his swollen cock deep inside your pussy.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel so good” you whispered in his ear making him shiver

Before his mind could fully register what was happening you hovered over him and positioned yourself on top of his cock.

Your grabbed his cock and he hissed then you slapped his tip on your clit repeatedly making you let out a mewl and it made Peter whine loudly.

“Ready baby?” You asked and he nodded

He nodded and you pushed his tip inside you

He threw his head back in ecstasy, he was so so turned on, the fact that you’re using him like a fuck toy to provide pleasure to yourself, using him like some fancy dildo arouses him like nothing else in the world.

Your eyes rolled back and you let out a loud moan squeezing him so so tight.

“Squeezing me just right!” He moaned

You were too lost in pleasure to hear him, his cock stroking your g-spot and you weren’t even moving yet.

“Gonna fuck that cocky attitude out of you” you whispered.

Peter moaned at your dirty words his toes curled again.

then you started riding him at a merciless peace, so fast, your butt smacking onto his thighs roughly making you cry out in pleasure

“Y/N!” His eyes widened, labored breaths coming out of him, you’ve never went this fast before.

You put you hands again on his chest pinching his nipple making him choke again, it gave you an idea, you wrapped your hand around his throat again while the other pinched his nipple.

“UH! So tight! And WET, AND AND WARM” He sobbed uncontrollably and you cried his name.

“I wanna- fucking slap you so- Fucking. HARD” you said between loud moans and cries, the frustration coming back again, reminding you how pissed you were at him for not letting you have what you wanted at the begging

“D-Do it!”

You didn’t need to be told twice, and your palm collided on his cheek making tears fall out from his eyes.

“YES!” His sobs were arousing you so much.

“IM SO CLOSE Y/N/N-“

Then you slapped him again

And again

And Again

His cheeks were red, eyes puffy from crying, his body was really tense.

Both of you were seeing stars, you were so close, then you started to rub fast circles over your clit.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Peter I’m gonna cum!”

“YES!”

“MOMMY!” He screamed spilling deep inside you, again your peace never stopped.

You were so close, so so close

Then you let go of his wrists and his arms hug you tightly his face on your chest while you keep riding him as fast as you can.

You looked down to see Peter hugging you so tightly his arms around your waist, his eyes are rolled back and his mouth is agape.

Then you feel it, the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you screamed his name and collapsed on top of him, you stroked his hair with shaky hands both of you trying to catch your breath

5 minutes later you heard him sniffle, never letting go of your waist.

“That was the best thing that has ever happened t-to me” he said weakly, too tired from the overwhelming pleasure

“I- I agree” you whispered rubbing circles on his back.

“Was I too rough?” You asked hiding your face on his neck.

“No, it was perfect” he started to kiss your shoulders and you rubbed his cheeks soothingly.

Then you pulled out carefully, he was in awe as he watched his cum spill from your pussy

“Wanna take a bath sweetheart?” You asked kissing all over his face

“Y-yeah” he croaked out and you guys made your way towards the bathroom

“I love you Peter”

“I love you more Y/N”

“Not possible”

“Oh darling, that’s something you can’t win”

“Just accept I love you more Pete”

“No! I love you more”

“Okay” you agreed

“Yay!” He hugged you as both of you starred at your reflex in the mirror, you noticed the red handprints on his cheeks.

“Im so sorry Pete” You said guilty kissing his cheek and rubbing the other with your finger tips

“Hey hey hey, that was literally the sexiest thing ever, I really enjoyed that”

“I know but-“

“Don’t even doubt that I won’t be asking you for more slaps again”

“You kinky spider”

“You freaky little thing” he whispered and pulled you into a kiss.

After taking a quick shower, Peter made dinner and you changed the sheets, and after a good session of aftercare, Peter fell asleep on top of you, you not far behind him.

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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years

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DANCE LITTLE LIAR.

summary: you and Peter are enemies, but something happens one night. It's the night that everything changed between you and Peter. You're trying to forget what happened. But Peter won't let you run... not anymore.

pairing: enemies to lovers! peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (extended warnings under the cut), mentions of blood, mentions of cheating, fluff, mostly angsty?, i probably missed something so sorry if i did :(

word count: 10.1k (2.4k is smut <3)

authors note: hi! sorry for the lack of fics :( writers block has been on my ASS, but i managed to pull this through <3 AND IT'S ANOTHER ENEMIES TO LOVERS FIC, so i hope you enjoy :)

inspired by DANCE LITTLE LIAR by ARCTIC MONKEYS.

extended smut warnings: PROTECTED sex (p in v), fingering, oral (fem), minor praise kink, idk this is pretty vanilla JKSDFKJSDF.

Your days had been long and strung out – there was nothing exciting. There was nothing there for you to grasp. There was nothing there for you to take or be excited for. You had no goals, and your life was basically the definition of mediocre. Maybe that’s why you were friends with someone you hated. Maybe that’s why the two of you were in the middle of this constant game of cat and mouse. It was confusing and it was addicting. The two of you flirted and the two of you argued and nobody would ever dare to stand in the way of that. People had just gotten used to it.

There wasn’t a reason for the hate. It sort of just happened. Like you took one look at Peter and decided you were going to hate him for the rest of your life. Never let there be a waking moment where he wouldn’t think about your next quip. Never a moment where he would catch a blink of sleep because he was thinking about something you had said to him. It was hopeless and the two of you were pathetic for it, but that’s the way your relationship had just panned out to be. You were in the place you had wanted to put Peter and Peter was in that place for you.

When your boyfriend cheated on you, he told you in spite that you had deserved it and when his girlfriend had done the same with your boyfriend you told him that it was karma. Somehow the world just keeps taking things away from you and pitting the two of you against each other, but also bringing you closer.

You wouldn’t say you’d trust Peter with anything. But there was a layer there the two of you had yet to unpack. It was vulnerability. You would never let Peter Parker see you fucking cry. You’d never dare to let that happen and if you did it would be over your own dead body. That vulnerability would open you and Peter up to so many things – if you stopped hating Peter you wouldn’t be sure what would get you excited for the day or what would happen to your relationship and it scared you, because as fucked up as it is, he is the one constant in your life that just keeps you going every day. He is the reason you wake up every morning and for all the wrong reasons.

Your breath hitches as the club lights flash around you all. Harry had dragged you to this new nightclub and you were already on your fourth drink, drowning out everything Peter had said to you the night before. You wanted to forget what happened with him and you wanted to move on... but how could you? He’d said something last night that would change everything... but if it had, he wasn’t letting it show.

Your dress was tiny and black. Your boobs were on display, and you were fucking plastered. Your body moving with the music, against another man’s body. You didn’t know who he was but the drunk version of you didn’t give a fuck, because you were dancing and forgetting, forgetting everything that happened.

You turn to face the man and he is a handsome stranger. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a daring smile that your lips are begging to kiss. You don’t know where your friends have gone, and this stranger you’re dancing with is paying you all the attention you need. You sling your arms over his shoulders and your lips intertwine as the two of you continue to kiss, his hands trail down your body and you can feel eyes on you – except for the fact that they’re not the eyes of the man you’re kissing, but from a far. You drunkenly pull away and look around the club, searching for any sign of who was watching you. Maybe you’re imagining things or maybe they knew that you were going to look for them. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter anymore. This man had moved on to someone else.

You pouted your lip and turned toward the bar, stumbling over your own feet ordering another drink and placing it on Harry’s tab. Michelle had found you and pulled you and your drink to the roof. You saw all your friends sitting there around a table and the air hit you, making you sober up a little bit, but the sip of your drink took you right back to where you had started.

You made eye contact with Peter and his jaw was clenched as he watched you sit down. This was a typical move for you – getting plastered like this. He wanted to snap you out of it. You were an annoying fucking drunk, and he was always left to take care of you because everyone was always in the same position as you and the fucking spider-bite had graced him with the ability to not be able to get anywhere near drunk. Not tipsy. Not drunk. Nothing. Sometimes he wished he could be like you. Drink to forget. But he envies the fact that he can’t so he wishes you would just stop.

As all of you sorted out who would be in what car, you were in Peters, Harry was sober enough to take home Mary Jane and MJ was good to take Felicia and Betty back.

How had you always gotten stuck with him? He wasn’t sure. Maybe everyone was still trying to create a friendship between the two of you, even if you both avidly spoke out against it. You didn’t want to be his friend and he didn’t want to be yours, yet they kept pushing the two of you together as if one day that would magically change.

You sigh, brushing your hair out of your face as the window sits open, it’s too hot not to keep it open and the air con in Peter’s car was broken. Something you’d learnt one of the first times you’d been in here. You looked over at Peter and the water bottle he’d stopped at a gas station to buy for you, slowly, but surely you were somewhat sobering up but the window being open helped release some of the tension for you throwing up all over Peter and his car.

You took a sip of water as the song changed. It was a familiar tune, and you didn’t know Peter listened to Arctic Monkeys, assuming it was from his playlist. You went to turn it up, but Peter had beaten you to it. His fingers tapping on the wheel.

You were relaxed. For the first time around Peter, you were actually relaxed. Maybe it was because you were still plastered. Maybe it was the wind. Maybe it was the song. But you didn’t really know. Last night had changed things for the two of you. You didn’t want it to. God, you didn’t want it to be like this. But it was. Right now, it was, and you were seeing the Brightside.

You woke up the next day with a pounding headache. One that could absolutely kill you if it tried and it was nothing short of pain. You had thrown up when you got back to your dorm and MJ had held your hair back. Michelle was a good friend, and you were grateful that you were a part of this group of friends. Despite the way Harry pressures all of you to party all the time. You can’t really complain though, it’s not like you’re spending your own money.

You sighed as you looked at MJ’s door. Her and Harry were probably in there. The lot of you were placed into a suite. Suitemates. Which meant you also lived with Peter. It wasn’t your first choice of roommate, but MJ had said it was cheaper for all six of you to live together so you said okay. A good decision? Maybe. But you hated the fact that you had to wake up to Peter in the kitchen every morning making food for everyone. Sure, it was a nice gesture, and maybe that was the problem. That he was always nice. He never had a break. The only person he took all of his shit out seemed to be you.

“Morning Penis Parker.”

“You smell like vomit.” He comments with a grimace.

You roll your eyes, “Thanks for making me remember.”

Peter hands you a plate of pancakes, drowned in maple syrup – just the way you like them, you narrow your eyes, “Is this poisoned?” You question him.

He scoffs, “Right, because I’d make a whole batch of pancakes and waste food just to poison you. Don’t be so conceded.”

You take a bite of your food, “Tastes good, Parker.” You give a sarcastic smiles, “I think the trash would like it even more.”

“Maybe you were right, though, maybe that’s why it tastes funny.” He smirks, “Or maybe you’ve just got fucked up tastebuds because of all the shit you drank last night.”

You scoff, throwing the pancakes into the bin, “I don’t want your food anyway.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

Your eyes meet Peters and as much as you tried to forget the night. You couldn’t. You couldn’t forget that night. The air was shifting between the two of you. This morning’s banter was shit when it was usually full of fire. Your insults weren’t as hard hitting, and it made you gulp. You were nervous and scared and all you ever wanted was to have it back. Before that stupid night. Because it would change everything if you hadn’t known.

BEFORE

You skipped the party. Like an idiot you skipped the party. This would’ve been avoided if you had just gone. Tonight, was a rare night where you had actually not wanted to go out. Stay in and focus on the work right in front of you so you could get to graduating. You picked at your fingernails as you stare at your laptop and it’s blank document. Trying to figure out what to write. You had to write a creative story as an assignment for your course and it was killing you. You were drowned of inspiration and better yet, your head was pounding from a killer headache that just wouldn’t leave you alone.

Maybe you were stressed. Maybe everything was just starting to finally get to you. Maybe it was starting to eat you up and staring into the void of your blank white document in silence wasn’t helping you at all. Sure, the antibiotics hadn’t kicked in, but even so, if they did, you were sure you wouldn’t notice.

Peter hadn’t gone to the party tonight either. He usually goes and leaves halfway through, coming back at the end. He’s usually the one who takes you home. You’re not sure what he does in between the time he leaves and you’re not quite sure you really want to know.

Your fingers began to type, and you had only realised a few seconds in that you were typing random words from slapping your hands over the keys. Writer’s block wasn’t a great look for anyone.

You stood up from your desk and made your way into the kitchen. A glass of water ought to help, you had thought to yourself. Desperately looking for any excuse to procrastinate. But that’s when you heard a thump from Peter’s room and a groan afterwards. Peter hadn’t been here. His door had been open, and you saw he wasn’t in there so why did he come through the window and not the front door, if that even was him. You wanted to assume it was but maybe you were being burgled.

You went over to Peter’s door to see him lying on the floor in red and blue spandex. Your eyes went wide. Either he was doing this for his own pleasure, or he was actually spider-man. You’d hoped it would be the first option but the cuts on his face and the way he was clutching onto his abdomen for dear life was concerning so you rushed by his side. Any thought of hate flying out the window. You were making a mistake. He didn’t see you till now.

Maybe this was all your fault. Maybe the fact that everything changed had been on you. It was on you. Peter looks into your eyes and groans again. But he chooses to ignore the blind hatred the two of you share. Desperately he points to his closet.

“There’s a first aid kit in there, I- fuck!-” He groans in pain as you watch him turn over once more, tears running down his face, “Fuck, there’s gauze and bandages in there.”

You don’t say anything, all you can do is make your way to the closet – your mind isn’t filled with hatred. No. No. No. It’s filled with worry. What would’ve happened if you weren’t here? What would’ve happened to Peter if you weren’t here to patch him up?

“Fuck, Peter, what? What happened?” You ask as you grab the first aid kit from the closet as Peter tries to lift himself onto his bed, his spandex was now off, and he was left in a pair of boxer briefs. You didn’t care right now. You didn’t care that he was basically naked on the bed because there was a gash. A large fucking gash over his stomach.

He throws his head back keeping his hand on his wound. His hand is covered in blood and his suit ruined. He was Spider-Man, and you were using his name. You were saying Peter and neither of you had caught onto it yet but you were desperate to help him. As he groans in pain unable to answer.

“Okay Peter, this website- it says we need to get this wound under running water, because if I use antiseptic, it’ll damage your skin.” You inform him and he shakes his head.

“No. The skin will heal fine.” He says through his teeth, “The spider-bite, it gave me the power to h-heal tomorrow this’ll be gone, but I can’t handle this right now so just patch it up. It hurts, please, y/n.” He begs you, “Please.” There are tears down both of your faces at this point and you nod.

“Okay, this might... it might hurt, okay?” You say through your tears and Peter can only nod at your words.

As you take an alcohol wipe and begin to wash the wound in it, he groans and hisses through his teeth, letting out a groan of pain that keeps your own tears coming and you’re so desperate for him to be okay because you’re not sure what you would do without him. He told you he’d be okay so why were you still worried?

Out of all the things to happen tonight something was stripped from you two. Something you told yourself would never happen between the two of you and you hadn’t realised your mistake yet. You had let Peter see you cry, and he had let you see him cry. There was vulnerability now. One of his biggest secrets was now revealed to you and it was because of chance. It was all up to chance... and god, were you wrong about him. But you didn’t want to stop hating him either.

Because this night changed everything. As you look at the way his back arched when you pressed the alcohol to his skin and the way his eyes looked into yours, desperate for your help and desperate for you to stop hurting him and although you knew you couldn’t you didn’t want to hurt him anymore. But he was going to hurt with or without you right now and you wanted to ease his pain. You wanted to help him stop hurting for the first time in your life and you were clutching onto the fact that he has to be okay. He needs to be okay.

All you want for him is to be okay.

Taking a bandage out of the first aid kit, you help him sit up as he groans when he does so. You place some gauze onto the wound and wrap the bandage around his waist. He sits back and the two of you are in silence. Your hands are covered in his blood and there’s not much he can say to you right now. There’s not much anyone can say. You were just worried for Peter Parker’s life.

Something you had threatened multiple times. Something you hadn’t really cared about before. You were worried. You were in pain because he was in pain.

Your both still sitting in silence and Peter opens his mouth to say something and you turn to face him, speaking before he can, “Pete.” The name comes out like a whisper – something only his friends would call him, “Are you okay?”

He shakes his head, “Not currently... but I- I will be.” He nods carefully, “I know you probably won’t, but can you not say anything about this to anyone? You and my aunt are now the only people who know about me being Spider-Man. Coming home like this almost every night... well, not every night, I can usually avoid this kinds of wounds but, y’know, tonight clearly wasn’t my night.” He chuckles.

You join him and smile softly, “Of course I won’t... I still- I still don’t like you, by the way.” You feel like you have to say it now because what happens if you don’t clarify it? What happens if you don’t actually hate Peter anymore?

He nods, “Right, yeah, of course.” He looks into your eyes, “What if I don’t want you to hate me anymore?”

It catches you off guard and you freeze, “Please, Peter, don’t be ridiculous.” You scoff.

“C’mon you care about me. You could’ve left me here to fend for myself. You cried. You hoped I would be okay.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t leave you to die, Peter. I’m not a bitch like that, okay. But we hate each other, and I don’t count on that changing anytime soon. That’s just the way we are.” You don’t get up from Peter’s bed, but he moves closer to you.

For the first time tonight, you actually see what’s underneath that suit of his, the way his abs are still defined even if covered by bandage. How his collarbone is as sharp as his jaw. His brown eyes melting into your own.

He’s close enough that his breath hits your lips, “What if I don’t want to be your enemy anymore. We can be friends. We don’t have to live in this constant cycle of anger... of hate.”

You shake your head, “Peter...” You trail off, but you don’t move away and you’re not sure who moved in first, but your lips are pressed to his. You’re careful to avoid the wound that sits in between the two of you but he swipes your lip for entrance, and you allow him to kiss you. You allow him to kiss you.

Then they’re not. You pull away and sigh, “I’m- I’m sorry, Peter. I can’t. I can’t let this happen.” You say softly getting off of his bed and walking away.

NOW

As you look at Peter you can still feel the ghost of his lips on yours. Everything was different now. You found it harder to hate Peter. He was a good person and you had helped him. You were there for him when he needed that. You look around to make sure nobody else is awake.

Your face contorts and it’s venerable. Something the two of you aren’t meant to be and you don’t know why you’re asking because you promised yourself you wouldn’t. But it’s kept you up at night, wondering if he was okay. Even last night when you were trying to forget. Kissing someone else to make yourself forget all about Peter. He was still engraved in your mind. Regardless, you ask anyway. Your eyes are soft and your voice barely above a whisper.

“How’s the wound?” You ask him, placing a hand on his forearm.

He looks down at you, those chocolate brown eyes piercing into yours once more, he nods, lifting his shirt to show you. It’s not fully healed yet. But most of it is gone. There’s a scar there but you know as much as he does that it’ll be gone in the next few hours or the next day.

You’d avoided him till now and you were adamant that you’d only wanted to hate Peter. That you didn’t want anything else. But yet, you still did care and Peter wanted to show you that he did care about you. That this thing the two of you had was far beyond hate.

You don’t know what compels you to do so, but you run your fingers over the scar. It sends a shiver down Peter’s spine. Your touch, it was doing something to him, and this was a weirdly intimate position you’d put the two of you in. But he didn’t care and oddly you didn’t either. Not until you heard the door to MJ’s room begin to open.

Your eyes flashed with anger, and you took your hand off of Peter’s wound and he let his shirt drop over it. His eyes still soft as he watches you. His features in awe of the way you mauver away from him. How you’re able to turn your hate on so easily. Even though it looks like you’ve betrayed yourself. Your eyes are still on him, yet your anger is a façade.

“Fuck off, Parker.” You speak viciously. Your tone is far from nice. It’s like his name is poison. Like his name is something so disgusting it should be banished.

You turn your back to him, taking a moment to collect yourself, but it doesn’t seem to work because as you enter your room slamming the door behind you. All you can even think about is him. The way his lips were on yours. The way his hands had been on your waist when he kissed you so needily. The way the kiss had changed everything about the two of you. It wasn’t helping that he wanted you as much as the next person. He made it evident to you that he wanted to put this all behind you, but you just couldn’t you couldn’t. You can’t.

Maybe moving forward with Peter would be better for you. But you aren’t thinking. Of course, you’re not because any logical person would forgive him. Any logical person would want to move forward... and it’s killing you that you can’t seem to let yourself do exactly that.

“What’s up with her this morning?” Harry asks his best friend as he takes his own plate of pancakes.

Peter shakes his head, “Dunno, man.” He shrugs, “Same shit as always. She’s bein’ a bitch.”

Peter looks over at your door and all he can think of his you. He sighs looking down at his own plate, mulling it over. Harry knows he’s got a lot on his mind – especially about you. Because Peter is so conflicted. He wants you. He wants every part of you and that kiss you shared with him was probably the best kiss he’s ever had in his whole entire life. But there’s also the fact that the two of you have said so much to each other in spite, blind hatred, and anger.

When your boyfriend had cheated on you, Peter wanted nothing more than to wrap an arm around you, pull you close. Be there for you. But as always, you continued your spite for him. You continued to be mean and rude and hate every part of him. You continued to be sick and tired of him. So, he continued too. He told you that you deserved it. He told you that he never loved you.

But when he sees you with someone else’s tongue down your throat after the two of you had kissed the night before, Peter wanted nothing more than for time to go back so he could say something else because as much as that kiss the two of you shared meant everything it also meant absolutely nothing. The two of you weren’t friends. You weren’t the one Peter was allowed to call his. You were nothing but his enemy. The thing you had deemed yourself all those years ago.

The next few days were a blur, yet again everyone else was at a party when you stayed back, and you were secretly hoping Peter hadn’t left. MJ was the only one who spoke to you before the group left.

You don’t know why you were hoping Peter would be here when you were too. You didn’t know why you wanted Peter to get hurt maybe? No. No. No. That’s the last thing you wanted. That’s the last thing you wanted. The last. You were shocked at yourself for even thinking that. Maybe you wanted to help him. Maybe that’s what it was. Regardless, you didn’t ever want to see him like that again. That was some of the scariest shit you had ever been through, and you couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like for Peter.

That’s when you heard the thump. You got up from your desk and made your way to Peter’s room, throwing the door open to see him in his room perfectly fine. Perfectly okay. God, you felt stupid. Yes, he was in his suit. Yes, he had just come back. But you had let yourself into a world of care for a boy you shouldn’t care about. You were angry at yourself for believing Peter couldn’t take better care of himself. Regretting the fact that you had stumbled in on him not too long ago.

“You alright?” He asks you.

“Are you?” You brace yourself for impact, not ready to hear if he’s not okay.

He nods, “Yeah, might have a slight concussion, but I’ll be, yeah, I’ll be fine.” He nods again, you stare at him for another second, “We should probably talk about that night.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

You shake your head, “We don’t. We don’t have to talk about anything, Peter. I told you I still hate you. I don’t like you. We’re not friends. We’re not anything, okay? You and I aren’t meant to be anything.”

He sighs, “Stop avoiding it, things changed, okay? You and I? We’re not the same anymore, y/n. Whether you like it or not, we are not the same.” He runs a hand over his face, “We’ve been like this two times. One the first time I met you and Two the other night?”

“Been like what, Pete?” You question him, “What have we been?”

“Venerable, y/n. We’ve been venerable and as fucked up as it sounds, I trust you more than anyone in this fucking house. Maybe it’s because you know I’m Spider-Man. Maybe it’s because we kissed, maybe it’s because we have been through so much together even though we hate each other and all those times we’ve flirted with each other intertwining it with our anger. I can’t do it anymore. You and I? We’re changing.”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to change, Peter.”

“Why not! Let us change! There’s something here between me and you. We need to grow because we can’t keep hating each other. It’s getting old. It’s getting boring. Stop ignoring this. Stop running away from it.”

You’re in denial because of all of this. Because this isn’t the way you need this to go. This isn’t what you want. Everything is pointing to the signs that he’s right. He’s always fucking right. You shake your head; you think about the first time you met. Maybe that’s the reason you decided to hate him. Maybe it was the beginning of everything. Had you really started all of this? You honestly forgot about it.

BEFORE

Yet again you were sitting in the park crying over your roommate, who seems to have been a bitch this whole time. She lied to your face constantly, much like everyone else in your life. You have yet to find a group of honest people who will give you exactly what you want. Attention. Good attention. Love, and kindness. You have hope that you will one day. You might. Who knows? But it’s not like you can really complain. You put yourself into this situation and now you’re crying in a park like some lowlife.

He walks over to you. He’s got brown hair and brown eyes that lurk over you, and he debates if he should talk to you or not. You want to tell him to leave but instead you come out with fire, “What’re you staring at?” You ask, wiping your eyes of your tears, “Deciding if you should tip me? You think I’m homeless?”

He shakes his head, “No. I didn’t think that but now I’m quite sure that you’re just projecting your issues and you really are homeless.”

You roll your eyes, “Well I’m not... I’m not homeless. I’ve got a dorm... I think.”

“So you’re borderline homeless?” he questions.

“What’s it to you?” You ask him, “Unless you’ve got a place for me to go... and forgive me if I’m wrong, you wouldn’t even want me there because I’m a stranger.”

“You’re not though... a stranger.”

“What do you mean?” You furrow your eyebrows at the boy.

“You’re in my English class.” He sighs, “You sit right in front of me.”

“Right.” You nod slowly, “Because you know my name, then? If we’re not strangers.” You rub your eyes, a couple more tears falling down your face. Probably what’s left of them anyway.

He sighs, “Let me help you.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t need help.”

“Clearly, you do.” He’s getting aggravated now and the way the two of you are looking at each other is something other worldly. You want to kill him for nothing. For suggesting he help you which is exactly what you needed so why are you pushing him away? Why aren’t you letting yourself get help.

You stand your eyes burning because of your tears and you’re denying help that’ll probably be the best thing for you in the next while. What if this is what you need? What if this can reset your life? What do you have to lose? Absolutely, nothing. Nothing at all. You want to keep crying but you also want to move forward.

“What do you get out of helping me then...” You wait for his name.

“Peter Parker.”

“Parker? What do you get?”

“Dunno, good consciousness?”

You laugh, you genuinely laugh. He’s helping someone for the sake of helping someone, it’s not every day you run into someone like this. Not at all. You shake your head; he has to be joking. Maybe your faith in humanity has been lost after all. Because you’re pissing yourself at someone who’s just trying to help you. Your walls are up high. Higher than they ever have been because of your ex-roommate now, especially. This was the first time you’d been cheated on and he did it with her and then they both lied about it. They both led you on. You thought you were making friends. Turns out you were wrong.

But accepting his help reluctantly? It was the best thing you ever did for yourself.

NOW.

To this day Peter still doesn’t know that you’ve been cheated on twice. Just the one. But you didn’t need to tell him. As you looked into his eyes you didn’t need to tell him anything at all. You didn’t owe him that so now why does it feel like you do? He’s unwillingly shared a secret about himself with you all because of circumstance. It’s not everyday things like that just happen. It’s not everyday someone who lives with you is a superhero, vigilante, border lining on both? You are standing across from watching as he pulls off his suit and you have to remind yourself that you’ve seen this before but now it feels different. He’s in a pair of boxer briefs and it’s exactly like summer. Where he would walk around shirtless in a pair of shorts. So why is this different? Why is it fucking different?

You want to run but all you can do is look at Peter. Watch him. You shake your head, pulling yourself away from watching Peter’s body. Pulling yourself away from any thoughts you were beginning to have about changing things. Pulling yourself away... like you always seem to do. It’s funny how things have changed so drastically in the past few weeks. It’s as though you and Peter have been fighting this for a long time, even though it’s nothing such. You thought you hated Peter till you found him half dead in his room.

Peter, though? Peter wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt the day he met you. That’s all he ever wanted to do. But you made that hard for him. You made it so hard because you keep pushing and pushing and pushing him away. From the moment you met him that’s all you did. Constantly and now, Peter was getting tired. It’s not like Peter never hated you, but it’s not like he did. He did dislike you, but he also loved what he hated about you. How stubborn you were. How funny you could be. How nice you were to everyone but him. How you were a genuinely nice person, but he hadn’t been on the reciving end of that. Not at all.

None of your friends knew about this whole situation between you and Peter. MJ had no idea that your feelings for him had been morphing into something else over the past few weeks and you had no intentions of her finding out because all her, Harry, Felicia, Gwen and literally everyone else in your group had wanted. For you and Peter to be friends.

Yet, the two of you were in a constant battle of hate and love and as you can feel that battle beginning to end. That battle getting closer and closer to the finish line. You can’t help but wonder... why are you running?

You shake your head at Peter, “I’m not running, Peter.” You’re lying – you both know this is a poor attempt at lying because you have nothing to run from... not anymore.

Sure, Peter had said things to you. But you had said things back. It was a war and a battle, and those things are going away. There have been less fights over the last few weeks and everyone’s noticed. Yet, nobody has said anything. Your heart is telling you that everything is okay. That’s it’s okay to accept Peter as your friend... or something more.

As fucked up as it is, you might love him. It’s a thing you can’t really explain. A feeling that has been burning in your chest for a while. You don’t know whether you should be upset with yourself for allowing yourself to fall for someone you’d been arguing with for a long time. A person who’s said nasty things to you out of spite and anger and jealously. Because if anything Peter had been jealous and when you saw him with someone else you wanted to be that other person. You had been jealous too. Maybe it field the hatred even more.

Maybe the two of you actually deserved each other. Maybe you should stop running from him. Maybe you need to stop running from him. As he looks at your eyes, he moves closer. He’s stalking closer and closer and closer to you. Towering over to you. You can smell the mint in his breath. He brings his hand up to your chin, bringing your eyes up to his. His breath hot on your face.

“Yeah... you are, y/n.” He sighs, “I don’t care anymore. I need you to know that I can’t hate you anymore. I can’t do it anymore. But if that’s what you want. If that’s what you need, I’ll do it. As long as I get to speak to you as long as I get to be near you.” His eyes are brimming with tears now and so are yours, so desperate for you to know that he’s done with this.

“If that’s what you need... I will continue to hate you. I will never speak to you like this again, but I need you to be sure that you want that. I need you to be sure. I need you to tell me you’re sure you want that.”

You don’t wait for another second before standing on your toes and pressing your lips against Peter’s. They’re soft and plump and you can taste some of the salt from his tears, but he presses against your lips harder. Even though he’s pressing against you, he’s still gentle and careful with you. He’s still treating you like china. The way you needed to be treated. Gentle and loved.

His hands move down to your waist as he moves you towards his bed. Shutting the door behind him. His kisses are softer and there’s more of them. But his lips make their way to your neck, trailing soft kisses down your jaw first, moving lower and lower and lower and you moan gently as they touch your sweet spot, the space at the bottom of your neck and in the dip of your collar bone. Your heartbeat quickens as he brings his lips back up the same path. Probably giving you a hickey somewhere in that vicinity, but you didn’t care because Peter’s lips land back on yours and he pulls away for a moment.

“What do you need tonight, y/n?” He asks you, gently, softly. His eyes full of love and care and everything you’ve ever wanted and needed since the first day you met Peter. Since the first day you met Peter Parker, you’ve hated him and despite all odds he is the one giving you the love and care that you’ve always needed and desperately wanted.

You’re on the brink of tears as you look up at him as he hovers over you and you bite your lip trying to hold them back, “I just... I just want you, Pete. I need all of you, please.” You mutter softly and he smiles, nodding.

“I- yeah, I can do that.” He presses another kiss to your lips as his hands reach for the hem of your shirt, “Can I?” He questions you, requesting your permission.

You nod, “Yeah, you can.” You smile, you try to hide the fact that you’re excited to be doing this with Peter. Because so much has changed in the past few days and it’s killing you, it’s killing you that you didn’t do this sooner because this is everything you want. This is what you want.

You don’t want some stranger. You don’t want some guy from the club that you danced with for five minutes while plastered drunk. You want someone you can trust. You want the boy who stares you down in jealously as you dance with someone else because he wants to be that person with you and now that he is dancing with you in this intimate and hungry way that the two of you both desperately wanted. You couldn’t imagine it any other way. You don’t imagine how you could’ve hated Peter because he’s making you wet to your core and somehow, he’s been on your mind 24/7 since you’ve found out that he was Spider-Man. He’s been a constant thought in your brain because you really do care about Peter Parker and you didn’t believe it then, you couldn’t believe it then. But things were changing well off before that you and you were just too blind to see that.

You are wet. You are so wet for Peter it’s embarrassing. Your core is dripping, and you think if he takes off your panties it might drip down your inner thigh and he’s done absolutely nothing but kiss your neck. He’s not even come close to even touching you.

You sit up a little so he can take off your shirt properly. He discards it onto the floor, and you forgot you weren’t wearing a bra, he stares down at you, his eyes widening before he gives a little smile. His warm hands caressing your waist, sending a shiver down your spine.

“God, you are so beautiful.” He murmurs against your lips, and you smile against them. Why is he the one making you feel this good? Why did you wait so long for this to happen? You’re regretting everything you’ve ever said to Peter. He’s treating you like you’re the only person in the whole entire world. As though you are the person of his dreams... and that’s because you are.

Even when Peter hated you, you were a part of every single thought. The number of times he had thought about smashing his lips against yours to get you to stop talking were astronomical. The number of times he had dreamt about you regardless of what the context of the dream was were other worldly. He had always thought about you. There were things that reminded him of you daily and it was something of these dreams that he was having.

Your hands run down Peter’s body, finally feeling where the gash had once been, scar gone, he was completely healed and as he continued to press his lips against yours, your hands were cold and daring against the warmth and heat of his body. You were addicted to the way his warmth radiated off him. Everything about him was intoxicating to you. How he smelt like cinnamon and wood. Your lips are still on his as his hand cups your breast. Fondling with your nipple as it goes hard. It’s all you’ve ever wanted to feel. Good.

Because most men aren’t good at sex. But Peter hasn’t even started to fuck you and he’s already going to make you cum just by touching your boob. You’re getting drunk on him already.

Sadly, his lips come off of yours, and he trails kisses down your body, in between your boobs, his hand coming off and moving down to your waist, making you shiver once more. His lips end up at the waist band of your tiny shorts.

“Can I?” He questions you and you’re embarrassed. You’ve never been eaten out before. You’re not so sure why he’s focusing all his attention onto you, but you also want to make him feel good.

“Peter, you don’t have to do that. I want you to feel good.”

“But this will make me feel good.” His fingers slide underneath your waist band and you grab his hands.

“Look you don’t, I want you to do whatever will make you feel good and-”

“Have you never been eaten out before?” He questions once he realises how scared you actually are, and you shake your head.

“Let me show you how good you can feel, y/n. Those other boys, they didn’t treat you right. They used you. Let me show you how good both you and I can feel.” He says softly.

You nod and smile, unsure but willing, “Only... only if, you’re sure.”

“I’m very sure... if you need me to stop. If you don’t like it. Tell me.” He says stern, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

You smile and nod, “Okay, I want this, Peter. I want you to feel good.”

Peter pulls your shorts and panties down, his finger running against the slit of your pussy, his eyes flick to the clock beside you, worried that his friends are going to come home and catch you in this compromising decision. He doesn’t care but he knows you do and all he wants is for you to feel okay. Peter decides that you have enough time for this. That you both have enough time for this.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He mutters quietly, pressing a kiss to your slit, getting just a garner of your taste, how you taste so sweet and delicious against his tongue. He could remember this. He wants to remember this. He doesn’t want to live off anything else but you and how sweet you are.

Peter dips his tongue inside of you, your legs spreading slightly and his head in-between your thighs. You watch him as he devours you. His tongue doing laps around your clit. How he’s circling it with his tongue. How he sucks on it lightly and other time a little harder than before. He’s moaning as he tastes you and so are you. Throwing your head back, biting your lip, tiny pants coming out of your mouth making this better than Peter ever thought it could be as he continues to stroke your pussy with his tongue. There are kitten licks and then long and slow strokes that only leave you begging for more. Begging for him so completely, needing him so fully and whole. Your whole body jerking forward as he makes you ever so sensitive against his tongue. You want to scream as your back arches against his face, your hand running into his curls as though there is nothing you need more than this. As though you could never feel this good again. He slides a finger into you without warning and you don’t care at the point because you’re drunk.

Fuck being plastered on vodka shots – this is better. This is what you needed. You’ll remember all of this. You’ll continue to remember this and hopefully get this again so many more times. The squelch of your pussy filling the room is not missed. He’s kissing your pussy, his tongue moving faster and faster and you feel like you’re going to reach your breaking point at any moment. That hot feeling burning the bottom of your stomach and your pussy getting more sensitive as he continues to suck and lick and kiss your pussy. Lapping and drinking all of your juices, fucking feral for you. Devouring you like this is his last meal and all you need to do is cum.

“Fuck, Peter!” You moan softly as your back arches once more, his fingers pushing you against the edge as they press onto your g-spot, pushing deeper and deeper against you guiding you to the orgasm you so desperately needed from him.

When he pulls away you can see this mouth is glistening with you, his lips are red and plump, his hair a mess, a goddamn fucking mess and he presses his lips to yours, letting you taste how good you are. You moan against the kiss as you feel Peter’s cock in his boxers slide against your pussy. You groan softly.

“Peter, please.” You beg carefully, “I want you to fuck me, please.” You murmur against his lips. Your hot breath against his mouth as both of you are now panting. You palm his cock through his boxers, “Please, Petey.”

The nickname turns him on. God, the nickname turns him on, and he presses a hard kiss to your mouth before standing and taking off his boxers. Grabbing a condom from inside his drawer and that’s when you finally get a look at his long and thick cock. You’re not sure how long it is but every thought that had ever entertained you about the size of his cock was derailing your expectations, because whatever you expected? It was not this. He slides the condom on and joins you back on the bed.

His lips falling back onto yours in drunken heat, both of you are totally plastered on sex. The smell of the room is arousal. The air is thick and all you need is him inside of you at this point. You’re not quite sure if you’ll survive if he doesn’t stick his cock inside of you.

Peter’s finger runs against your sensitive clit again, but he slowly lifts your legs onto his shoulders, as he sits on his thighs. He looks down at you, and how your face contorts as he sticks his cock inside of your anticipating hole that’s still reeling from your last orgasm. But even so you are desperate to cum again and again and again as long as it’s Peter giving it to you. He’s slow at first, moving carefully as though he’s going to hurt you, but when you moan it’s the green light to go a little faster, to move his body against yours. His hips bucking against yours, he groans as he continues to move into you. The slit of his cock presses against your g-spot as he starts dripping pre-cum into the condom. His finger runs over your clit as he continues to pound into you. Your bodies moving like fluid. The way the two of you are so in sync of what you want and how you want it.

“Faster, Peter, please.” You throw your head back and close your eyes, your mouth open as you moan, your tits bouncing right in front of his eyes as he watches how beautiful you are. How you are both so raw in this moment. You’re all he’s ever needed – all he’s truly ever wanted.

Peter does as you say and moves his cock in and out of you faster and faster. Pressing into you, his cock covered in you and all Peter wants to do is taste you again stick his tongue in you and devour you. God, he remembers the taste on his tongue so fucking well. He keeps fucking you senseless. His cock pounding in and out of you and you’re almost numb from the feeling of his sex, you’re drunk, definitely fucking drunk.

Peter’s fucking you so hard, shoving his large cock inside of you, filling you. Filling you so deep and so much. You’re going to cry because of how good you feel, and Peter can feel how your pussy is starting to pulse around his cock. Starting to tighten, around his cock. Your pussy throbbing because of him as you feel your stomach fill with the same fire.

“Fuck Petey, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You moan loudly as he continues to fuck you so endlessly.

“That’s right, baby, cum for me, c’mon.” He says and it’s enough to push you over the edge as you reach your final orgasm. Your body curls in slightly and jerks forward slightly, Peter can feel himself getting close and as he rides you off of your orgasm, you can feel it too. His cock twitching inside of you, desperate to cum. He pants softly as he continues to pound into you. Feeling that same fire as he watches your tits still bounce and the way you look right now sends him over the edge as cum fills the condom. You’re sweaty, your skin glistening in the soft light of his room. The lamp in the corner amplifying all of your most stunning features. Peter gently takes your legs off of his shoulders as you yawn, snuggling into his sheets.

“Y/n, you gotta go pee.” Peter mutters softly as he presses a kiss to your forehead, “You did good, baby. So good. I hope I made you feel good.”

Peter cleans himself up and you shake your head, “Too tired...” Another yawn escapes your lips and Peter smiles down at you.

How did he ever hate you? Against all odds, he never thought this is where the two of you would be tonight. Peter thought he’d be asleep, and he thought you would be slaving away at your creative writing project. He’s heard you talk about it, but he’s not sure how that’s going for you.

You feel a strong pair of arms lift you up as Peter puts you in one of his nerd shirts, and he’s got a pair of pants on now, regardless, he slides his arms around you and carries you to the bathroom. You never realised how strong he actually was... then again, he is Spider-Man. Peter places you down as you reluctantly go to pee.

It’s funny... how he cares for you after all of this. How despite all the arguments the two of you are now something strange. But one thing’s for sure, you definitely do not hate Peter Parker anymore and he doesn’t hate you.

When you stand and finish peeing those same arms are carrying you back to your room... but that’s the thing, you don’t want to go back to your room, you want to stay with Peter, “Peter, can you... can I? Can you stay with me?” You mutter into his chest.

Peter freezes for a moment, the unusuality of the situation is finally setting in, but he obliges. He doesn’t know exactly where this puts the two of you. Over the past few weeks hate has left you. Jealously had taken over Peter at some point and the two of you had kissed twice – not to mention just had sex.

“You don’t have to.” You whisper into the warmth of him, “But I want you to.” You say meek. Your voice is tiny, and Peter wants to keep cradling you in his arms.

“I’ll stay.” Peter decides, before continuing, “I’ll leave in the morning, so nobody finds out, okay?”

You nod, “O-okay.” Peter sets you down on your bed, before joining you, his arms sliding around you.

When your roommates get home your door is closed and so is Peter’s they think you’re sleeping as far apart as possible. Never did they think or know what would be going on behind your door. If they found out, they’d think they’d enter an alternate reality.

It’s a few weeks later and Peter is making pancakes in the kitchen. You wear one of his shirts to bed. Nobody’s really noticed because it’s plain and white, but you sneak up behind him. Wrapping your arms around his torso, engulfing him in a hug. He laughs as you do so, kissing your hand before tending back to the food.

You kiss his back, the way his muscles shine in the morning, so defined. Peter feels this as he cooks, placing some more batter onto the frying pan before turning to you, pressing his lips on yours – it’s still early in the morning so the two of you are able to get away with this. Peter lifts you up by your legs and places you on the kitchen counter. The smell of pancakes and the taste of your lips are stimulating his senses.

“Petey, what if we get caught?” You laugh against his lips as his hands pull you closer. He’s tucked in between your legs as the cold of the counter sends a shiver down your spine.

He shakes his head, “We won’t, either way ‘s okay.” He continues to press his lips onto yours and your hands make their way into his hair – the pancakes are long forgotten as he pulls you closer to him if that’s even possible at this point.

Peter’s mouth begins to move down your jawline, down your neck, leaving kisses everywhere he possibly can. His hands moving from your waist to your thighs, underneath that large shirt of his that he just loves to see you wear. How you look so sexy in anything you wear will forever be a mystery to Peter. How you look so beautiful all the time will also be a mystery to the boy. Peter’s hands move into your hair and your tongues finally intertwine, the warmth of his hands pressing against your cold skin underneath his shirt as he finally reaches the sides of your boobs, gripping onto your sides. You moan against his lips, so desperately needing more than this. Your core beginning to drip.

How does he always do this to you?

You thought the morning would go differently. You didn’t think you’d be making out with your boyfriend as he cooked breakfast. Something was so nice about how domestic the situation was, as though the two of you were living a life together alone.

As you felt Peter just touching you. Being with you. You smiled against his lips, and he pulls away for air, “What’s wrong he questions?”

You laugh, your arms falling over his shoulders, as you tug on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, “Nothing... I just- I really like this, Pete. You and me.”

He nods, and you finally get a good look at him. His lips are plump and red. His hair is a mess. He’s stunning – beautiful and he’s yours. He’s your boyfriend. It overwhelms you and it overwhelms him, but you place your lips on his after your short confession. He smiles against your lips.

The pancakes are now burnt and the two of you don’t hear the door to Harry and MJ’s room open as you laugh against his lips in happiness. The two of you completely and totally in abyss, pulled away from the world and absolutely in your own. If you got told you’d be in this position a couple months ago, you’d probably laugh. But now you were laughing for all the right reasons.

... and you worry about him. You worry about Peter every night that he goes out. You worry about Peter when he doesn’t text you good night or knock on your window to tell you that he’s home from being Spider-Man. You worry about Peter when you go to these parties, and he disappears in between. You’ve stopped drinking as much so if you need to you can go home and tend to his wounds. Because you care about him. You care about Peter Parker.

Part of you thinks you always cared. If he did die who would be there to make fun of you? Or say some nasty shit that would send you reeling? That’s what it was before. The worry that your greatest enemy would be gone. But now it’s different.

Who will make you feel better about yourself? Who will you tell good news too? Who will kiss you better? Who will help you get rid of your writers block because this story? It’s a story worth sharing. Who will hold you when you’re crying in the middle of the night? Who will make fun of you as you cry at a stupid animated movie (or Revenge of the Sith, which against all odds, Peter had gotten you into Star Wars)?

These things... Peter. He’s changed your life. Sure, for the worse. But that was before. That was before you let yourself fall for him in every single way possible. He was someone who lit up your life and everyone could see that you had been happier... that you had been changing.

... and Harry Osborn had just figured out why. As he watched two of his close friends kiss, who had still been throwing weird insults at each other over the past two months, he finally realises why your banter has been off. Why you in particular, have been happier. Because you’ve found someone.

You found someone that’s made you love and it’s a weird sight to see his best friend making out with the girl who supposedly makes his life hell. It’s so fucking weird. But he can’t blame you. He can’t blame Peter either. The two of you were bound to let this happen. There was always a weird tension around the two of you and Harry was happy that the two of you got rid of it.

MJ wakes up, stirring as she walks over, almost falling because of how dizzy she is and as Michelle looks over at the kitchen counter, she looks to her boyfriend, with a soft groan, “Am I still dreaming?”

He shakes his head, “No... you’re not.”

You laugh against Peter’s lips as he finally notices the burnt pancake on the stove, “Shit!” He says softly and you throw your head back laughing once more. Watching him as he tries to save what’s been long gone.

Harry and MJ aren’t sure what’s going on but what they do know is that there are two people in love in their kitchen.

... and they’ve overcome so much.

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