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Stress reliever
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Summary: Peter Parker needs to relieve some stress 🤷‍♀️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
W!: harsh language, oral (fem receiving), mature content, MINORS DNI
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Peter storms into her room after school.
“Can I eat you out?” He asks, he looks frustrated and tired, the way he asked that question was hastily, almost like he’d been waiting to ask that question since the moment he woke up. 
“Huh?” She questions, she’s taken aback by his words, especially since he was acting completely normal today in school, what had gotten into him?
“Can I eat you out? Please?” He repeats, he looks at her expectantly and she laughs. “Well I’m not gonna turn down that offer” she chuckles and he throws his bag down on the floor of her room, quickly kicking the door shut as he slides off his shoes. “What’s gotten into you? Why do you wanna, well, you know” she questions. He’s never like this, he normally eats her out before sex. It’s never like this.
“I need to relieve some stress” he slips off his hoodie and throws it on the floor before laying next to her on her bed and placing a kiss to her lips. She smiles into the kiss, her heart racing. He fondles with her breast and her hand finds its way into his hair, tangling itself in the silky brown mess.
His hand moves from her chest and trails its way down to her lower stomach pressing lightly. She gasps as she feels his hand on her heat. “Fuck,” she gasps out and pulls away from the kiss. He sits up and crawls in between her legs pulling off her shorts and pressing his thumb against her clothed clit. She gasps and squeezes her eyes shut. He looks at her as he slides her underwear off. She can’t help but smile and bite her lip as she sees her boyfriend between her legs. She props her legs up on her feet to give him an easier access to her pussy. He snakes his arms under her legs, resting his large hands on her waist before he buries his head in her pussy, licking and sucking her clit, tasting her juices. 
“Fuck!” She covers her mouth with her hands and her hands snake their way into his hair, pushing down on his head lightly. He emerges from her pussy, lightly rubbing her clit with his thumb. “Can you believe Mr. Harrington sent me to the principals office for showing up to his class late?” He says as he rubs her clit gently. “Ah~”
“Even though this was like, my first time showing up to his class late in, what, two fucking months! He’s so fucking selfish-“ he begins to rub her faster “F-fuck! Ah,” “And not only that, we had to have an emergency Decathlon meeting because Abe forgot to send in our paperwork to qualify for the tournament this year!” He slows down rubbing her clit, but he moves his hand down to her hole, “Ah, oh, gosh!” “So now, fucking Cindy and I have to redo all of the goddamn paperwork!” He pushes a finger inside of her “Oh fuck,” “Abe’s a cunt, I hope he dies. He could’ve just told somebody else to do it” “mm~ mmhm” “Like, if you know you have fucking badminton practice the same time you received the email to do the paperwork, then you could’ve just told Harrington that you had badminton! Can you believe that!?” “Mm~ y-yeah baby, unbelievable,” he begins to quicken the pace of his finger inside of her, and she gasps, “Oh! Gosh! Peter!” “Decathlon has me so tired, M’sorry that I don’t hang out with you much anymore because of it,” “N-No, it’s, ah, it’s f-fine” he sticks another finger inside of her, “Oh! And also, and especially this, is what ruined my day even more! I was in line for lunch and I decided to buy a jell-O, because I don’t usually have enough money to buy it, but they raised the price by 3 goddamn dollars!” “Ah! Fuck,” “I know, right! I wanted to cry, I just wanted some fucking jell-O,” “oh gosh! Peter,”
He quickens the pace of the fingers inside of her and buries his head in his pussy, his tongue circling around her clit, “and the lunch lady told me that I was short, but she basically yelled it out for everyone and their mom the hear!” “Fuck! Peter!” “Oh, sorry” he licks her clit quickly as he fingers her pussy. “Oh! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” “Cum for me baby,” he says as he slurps up all of her juices, and he quickens the pace of his fingers inside of her, “Oh! Ah, I’m, I’m cumming!” Her back arches off the bed as he cums, hot liquid oozing out of her and onto his fingers “good girl,” he praises her as he takes slows down the pace of his fingers and stops licking her.
“You’re so pretty when you cum,” he praises her as he watches her chest rise and fall, she asks “fuck, how stressed were you?” And he laughs, “did I make you cum that hard?” “Yes! I can’t feel my legs!” 
“Aw, I’m sorry, honey, I’ll make it up to you” he slips his finger out of her pussy and sucks on them slowly and seductively, as he stares at her, “You’re such a slut!” She says and he laughs, “I can’t help it, you taste so sweet”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am SO sorry for that ending 😭 I could’ve done that better but hopefully you enjoyed the rest of it
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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
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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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deadduvznap · 10 months
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hmmmm might be unknown to the new miguel fuckers but he doesnt need to make web fluid, hes an organic web creator in the comics (not sure about the movie tho)
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amourisms · 2 years
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atta girl.
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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 )
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"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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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
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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
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.
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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.
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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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Expected to be released August 30th 2024!
Definitely gonna come out. Definitely gonna blow Deadpool 3 out of the water.
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clarks-letterman · 2 years
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Tobey! Peter x male reader where they’re mutually pining roommates? Peter is thinking about telling reader his feelings, backs down in the moment and asks what he thinks of Spider-Man. Reader says he’s doing great things! Also he has a great ass lol. Peter is shook, confesses his vigilante identity. “I knew that ass looked familiar”, smut ensues, reader can bottom. Ok this is half joking but you get the gist, I hope 😂 thanks in advance!
and they were roommates | Tobey!Peter x Male!Reader
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a/n — I did work in the ass thing baha (and a joke about it of my own.. >:) ),,,, I found this in my drafts half-finished and yes, the title is a vine
summary — check the request above!
warnings — Smut
words — 2k
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Apartments were designed to bring those who live separate lives into close quarters. They unite souls that virtually have nothing to do with the other under one massive building that houses dozens of souls just like them.
Peter Parker was no stranger to this, as he had gotten to know the neighbors rather well. And the vendors downstairs were largely familiar with his face, enough to greet him every morning without hesitation.
Then you moved in. And that connection Peter felt from being in a shoddy apartment alongside other tenants residing in the second-rate building slowly dissipated further from him as his feelings grew to push you away. It almost became a routine of distancing yourselves to keep your feelings from spilling.
Throughout the weekdays, he'd come home from his daily patrol as Spider-Man—that of which he used as time to get photographs for his second job—and shove his feelings for you deep into the chasms of his backpack in apace with his spider suit. Trudging through the doorway, he would head straight to his room to start development on any photo and usually dwelled away in it for the rest of the evening, prepping to say the words to you that never left his thoughts.
On the off chance that you did see your roommate during the week, it was late at night while you worked into the star-splintered hours of the night as you looked at their gleam with beady eyes, the smallest amount of light stinging your retinas.
Usually, Peter would stumble in with a clatter, his clumsiness taking full effect on his personality once he realizes that you're still awake. Then a slough of a conversation would follow until it awkwardly ended.
That was the standard type of interaction you had with the clumsy dork until the weekends rolled through, where he seemed to embody a different persona as if the weight of all of New York was suddenly lifted off his chest. It allowed him to be himself and show his desire to get close to you.
His desire to tell you the truth—everything ranging from the fleeting hopefulness of his crush to his alter ego—piled on to his unbearable feelings that turned into something much worse once your two had really gotten friendly. And after this past weekend, he was ready to open the floodgates of his thoughts.
Now, the two of you had just come from the weekend. Some of the playful banter bled into the current day as your roommate walked through the door and carried himself directly into your line of sight. You sat up straight on the shared couch in response, cracking a joke to soften Peter's visibly tensed face, "Wait, did a train pull in? Because I see a caboose."
Your joking tone shifted to a serious one at the lack of Peter's response, each hand fidgeting with the other as they tried to snag at a piece of imaginary skin to pick at while he stood there. Peter was trying to force himself to say the words he had been mulling over for a while, but they wouldn't come out. And he was sure that his silence in those few moments didn't help.
On the other hand, you looked for something to say that could better the mood in any way, "C'mon, seriously, why are you blocking the TV?"
"(Y/n), I wanted..." The words bubbled to the edge of Peter's mouth, ready to spill over the pot that's been working at them for a while now, bracing to sizzle at the burner below; a source that brought about his heated cheeks at the moment, "...to know what you think of Spider-Man."
Peter would have hit himself in the head if he could, this wasn't supposed to be about Spider-Man—well, it was, but the spotlight was intended to sit exclusively on Peter, alone.
You perked up, the hero's name effectively pulling you away from the worry you held for your friend, "Oh—uh, he's cool! And has a great ass..."
The second half of your statement caught Peter's attention; your compliment about the backside of the alternate persona he embodied made him want to run to his room, change into Spider-Man, and appear at your window in a matter of a few seconds. But, he had to take it at face value by admitting who was really under the mask.
"Well, I am that ass—wait, no. I am the Spider-Man who has that ass," Peter fumbled his admittance but felt better knowing that he had finally gotten the words out.
You shot up, a much more drastic contrast to the previous perk, pointing a finger directly at the other boy, "I knew it looked familiar! It's the one I see every night!"
Peter couldn't help but laugh at the energy delivered through your reaction, quickly returning to his main point, "No, no, there was more! I'm Spider-Man, and I like you. A lot."
The last few words came out stiffer than he had hoped they would, but just like the first reveal, they were free from the limited expanse of his thoughts.
You rescued your poise, striding across the short distance to stand in front of your roommate. You slung your arms over both of his shoulders, looking him directly in his icy regard as he waited for you to speak, "I like you too, Spidey."
Adorning at your admittance of mutual feelings, Peter slipped his hands under your top, parting the cloth from your skin as he pulled it up with the support of his forearms. He pulled you in for a quick kiss before retreating to finish peeling it off.
Once you were bare from the upper half, the spider brought his hands to the hem of your bottoms only to be met by your hand wrapping around one of his wrists like a vice, "Are you ready for this?"
Peter outstretched his free arm, the hiss of a web coming from his wrist as it made a thud against the door—he didn't want anyone interrupting this.
"I'm ready to go all night," Peter let out, keen to slide off the clothing on your bottom half.
"Let's take this to the couch, Pete."
"Okay," Peter muttered, excitedly pulling you into another kiss as he cupped your groin, feeling the arousal of the contact already sending the heat and blood further down your body. You could have sworn he had broken the kiss multiple times to smile at your embrace.
Nevertheless, the more-than-friendly touching soon turned heated; gone was the soft smile into each repeatedly tender kiss, and came the other male guiding you to the couch. His hand continually palmed your lower region to elicit a few stifled moans as he pushed you about to lay against the sofa, the fabric brushing against your stripped back.
Peter took the opportunity to pull off his own shirt and pants before bringing his hands to either side of the waist of the fabric covering your lower half. With one quick pull, he yanked them off along with your underwear, a bit of softness brushing across the entire backside of your form now.
Everything seemed to halt, though, as Peter walked to the small end table next to the couch, opening the drawer to reveal a bottle of lube. You sat up, eyeing the bottle in his hand, "That's been in there the whole time?"
"Yeah, but not for that kind of stuff! I mean, it's just because my suit gets stuck sometimes. Some of the guys I fight have weird powers..."
"Oh, well, we can use it for that kind of stuff," You suggested, rising to your feet and similarly pacing to him as before. But this time, it was much more tempting for Peter. It didn't help that you were excessively touchy with him as you guided him to sit on the couch, slouched forward to make pulling off his pants and underwear easier.
With those gone and happily forgotten on the floor, you had finally seen the heat Peter was packing—a thick shaft with an impressive length that your hand struggled to wrap around. He had some pretty imposing assets hanging just south of it, but those were for another day. Right now, you focused on lubing him up.
Your fingers pressed into the bottle of lube, the thick, translucent liquid spilling out into your hand cupped just underneath the nozzle. Setting it to the floor, your hand lurked to Peter's tall standing length and stretched around it.
Peter hissed at the chilled liquid coming in contact with his worked-up erection. He did it once over again when your hand started moving. You twirled it around his entire length from the base to the tip, making sure to coat a majority of his cock.
Peter's slicked cock was noisy, but his moans were noisier, "Oh, god, I've thought about your hands on my dick for so long."
You looked up to him, "I can keep going if you want to—"
"No! I—sorry—I need your ass. I've thought about that for too fucking long," Peter pleaded, taking things into his own hands by shooting a web to your bare chest and using it to usher you to join him on the couch. You climb atop Peter, knees digging into the cushions on either side of him to support yourself.
He pulls the web off your chest as if it's nothing while snaking a hand down to your hip to help you keep steady. Peter's other hand quickly flies down to his cock after he tosses the web to the side.
It's silent as your lower yourself onto his cock, the hole of his slicked length slipping in with only a bit of resistance. Though you did notice that the stretching seemed to be a bit bothersome without any prep to your own ass, the pleasure derived from the same source outweighed the hint of pain and discomfort.
Peter had to resist the urge to buck his hips up and bury himself entirely in your ass. So, he took it slow until he bottomed out, moaning at the pressure of your tight ass.
"Does that hurt?" He asked, feigning consideration for how you felt. Peter still tried to be thoughtful even if his courteous nature had been stripped away by primal pleasure.
You shook your head, a slight quiver in your words, "No, you feel amazing."
He pulled you in for a quick peck on the lips before breaking the connection, "Great—great! I'm gonna move, okay?"
Lifting you was an easy feat for Peter, given that the spider bite had given him considerably enhanced strength, so you wouldn't have to do as much of the work if his nerdy side held true to his physical stature. He tried to work against his own maneuvers, pushing his hips up and driving his cock further into you while bringing you down, and doing the opposite when lifting you.
Soon, the both of you feel into the same realm of pleasure, and the once careful moves turn into much sloppier ones. Peter was crying out your name in bliss as you did his. And the sofa started squeaking under your combined weight, only worsening as Peter's motions got faster. Between the squeaks, moans, and grunts, both of your climaxes started to near.
Peter brought you down one final time on his cock, your name flying from his lips with a huff as he filled your ass with his load. You followed his actions, his name shakily coming out of your mouth as you coated his muscled chest in a dazzling white.
After you finished, you climbed off of him, his load spilling from your ass and to the floor. Peter quickly noticed that as you turned on your heel and fell onto the couch next to him.
"I'll get the towels," He spoke, standing and heading to the bathroom. You watched him as he went, eyes following the line of his figure before stopping midway at the thing that helped you identify the masked hero.
"Damn, that's a good ass," You muttered to yourself, but Peter managed to hear it from down the hall.
"What?"
"Nothing."
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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
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☆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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thewonandonly · 2 years
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20:40 — we were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers, yeah, living under that was hard, but i loved you harder. | high school in jakarta by NIKI
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spiderman!mark pulls the mask from his face, panting heavily as he grabbed the second pair of clothes stuffed into his backpack webbed against the fire escape of the restaurant the two of you were supposed to meet.
"shit, i'm late, i'm late, i'm late." he swore, tying the tie quickly before he climbed down the side of the wall, landing on his feet in an alleyway and running around to the front door of the restaurant.
in his hurry, he pulled himself back a bit, slowing down to catch his breath, greeting the hostess and walks past, as if he owned the building.
he saw you sitting at the table, pulling out the chair to sit across from you, "oh, look who showed up." you mumbled, using the straw to poke at the ice cubes at the bottom of the glass.
mark sighed, throwing the napkin on his lap, "i know, i'm late." he held his hands up in defense, "i got held up."
you scoffed, "mark, i get it, you're busy with work, but you made this commitment when we started college."
mark rubbed his eyes, letting another sigh escape his lips, "you're right. i'm sorry."
you smiled, "thank you." you grabbed his hand across the table, "i ordered you your favorite, i'm still waiting for it to come out."
"thank you, baby." he smiled.
lights echoed off the reflective buildings and through the restaurant's windows. all patrons turned to look at lights as the sirens screamed.
mark knew that if he had left his seat in the moment, he'd have hell to pay from your wrath.
"what's going on?" you questioned, standing up before mark held his hand out to have you sit.
looking up at him, mark wandered out the door, past the building.
you sighed, following him out after dropping the cash on the table. your coat only did so much, your cheeks burning as the cold wind hit them.
and as you made it around the corner of the restaurant, a suit of red and blue zipped past you, the webs remaining behind from the hero.
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losersblog · 2 years
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imagine sitting on his face n you queef inside his nose and he gets a pink eye and then you guys fall alseep and you turn to him and wake up and see his eye is fucking pink with redness around his eyes and its swollen and you look at him in disgust and say “ew what happened to you nasty looking eye?” and he says “oh you queefed inside my nose and into my eye and now i have a pink eye also your breath smells” so you get up and go to the bathroom and as your heading down to the bathroom he says “can you queef on my face again?🥺 pwease” you turn around and look at his and giggle and say “ok😉😉” and then you go to the bathroom and close the door and take your daily shit of the usually your shits would come out in littke balls but this time it came in like a ball “babe!!! look” you say and peter rushes to the bathroom and opens the door and as he walks in he smells the flower scented bathroom and say “wow it smells to so good honey bunches!🥰” “thanks babe but look” you stand up and show him your ball shaped shit “ what do you think?” i think it looks good!!”
time passes by
you were making breakfast in the kitchen for peter before you leave for work “peter!!! babe!!!!” you say out loud so that he can hear “YES???” he yells back “COME EAT” “OK COMING HONEY BUNCHE” he came from upstairs heading to the chair infront of you he hits down and looks at thr food then you “wow that food looks delicious!” he says “ aww thank you babe” while serving him a plate “there eat” while heading up stairs he says “ where are you going?” im going to get ready for work dumb fuck” you say “oh ok” you headed into your room to get all of your dildos ready and you packed up and dresses up for work you grabbes socks and a few underwear to last you the year you got all your things ready and started to bring your stuff downstairs “im gonna be leaving soon honey poop” “alright ill miss you don do cock stuff” “dont worry i wont shit head you loaded your things and ran away and never went
credits: @losersblog 😘😘
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stormxpadme · 1 year
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New smut oneshot online here.
In which Angelica, Peter and Bobby should be doing Christmas shopping but decide to do something more fun instead.
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spideydreams00 · 2 years
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Peter Parker being eager to make you squirt
Dom Peter (degradation, praise kink and aftercare)
SMUT / FLUFF
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Enjoy 🌙
“HOLLYSHIT!” You screamed when Peter started paying attention to your clit making him chuckle
“Yeah I know you been waiting for that honey” he whispered while rubbing your clit in circles FAST
“P-Peter please”
“What is it baby? You wanna cum?”
His dirty talk only making you wetter and more turned on making your orgasm approach faster than anticipated
“Please please please Peter im so close!”
“Oh sweetheart I know when you’re close” he said inserting 2 fingers inside you again, his fingers fucking you hard and fast instantly finding your G-spot, wet sound coming from your pussy making Peter desperate to make you cum.
“Yes Fuck yeah!” Your moans and whines encouraging him to keep going all night.
“Yes baby i know when you’re fucking close, ye’h know it right?”
“Can always feel you clenching around my cock” Your hips thrashing on the bed and back arching
“Always making me see starts Y/N”
“Making me fucking go crazy”
“Just thinking about it makes me so hard baby”
“When I’m trying to sleep and those images come to my mind I fucking hate you Y/N”
“I have to stroke my cock at least twice because I always want more of you”
“Oh how much I would love you to see it darling”
“I think about how much I wanna breed you honey”
“And how pretty you look with my cock stuffed in your mouth pretty little mouth”
“Squirmy little thing”
“Yes Yes Yes!” You cried, Peter grabbed your hips pulling you closer to him, he took his fingers out of your cunt and held your leg against his chest and over his shoulder with his free hand.
“Now you’re gonna give it to me Y/N”
“That’s it you fucking whiny bitch!” He growled and your eyes rolled back mouth agape.
“You’re gonna make a mess sweetheart, you’re gonna squirt all over me”
“Want to feel it”
His movements went faster rubbing tight and fast circles on your clit, tears falling from your eyes, the smell of your arousal driving him crazy
“Peter I’m cumming!” With a loud moan and glassy eyes your orgasm started but his fingers never stopped
“I mean it, you’re gonna cum all over me Y/n/n” he breathed out
“Fuck! I can’t I can’t it’s too much!” Your cries making him chuckle
“Say my name baby please”
“PETER! PETER!”
“Say you’re fucking mine!”
“I-Im”
“Say it!” He shouted only gripping your leg tighter
“I-IM YOURS- IM yours!” Tears soaking your cheeks, almost passing out because of the overstimulation.
“Let go baby you can do it” Peter said softly, it was a little bit contrasting.
Before you could react waves of pleasure crashed over your sensitive body, not sure about it but I think you passed out.
Peter was amazed when he felt his chest and stomach get wet, you squirted all over him just like he wanted, his abs were glistening with your juices.
“Fuck” he moaned
“That was amazing Y/n/n I love you so much”
he let go of your leg and kissed your cheeks softly, stroking your hair and then peppering kisses all over your face.
“You did so well honey, so so well”
“thankyoudaddy” you mumbled almost incoherently, Peter hummed and chuckled saying to himself “that’s new”
“Come on baby I’m gonna run you a bath” he carefully picked you and walked towards the bathroom, he waited till warm water filled the tub to get in with you.
“T-that was amazing” you said, to be honest you were feeling a little bit dizzy Peter hummed and hugged you tighter to his chest. Minutes passed by and finally you were leaving subspace
“You did so well for me darling” he said and kissed your shoulder
“Thank you Peter, I love you so much… it was amazing”
“I love you so much Y/n/n and you’re right that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” he giggled making your heart burst with love, at the end Peter Parker was still a softie… right? (Of course he is)
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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years
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DRINKING, DANCING, STARING.
summary: you and Peter have always been at each other's throats. maybe it's the competition the two of you have made to edge each other on. it makes the two of you better but it makes him unbearable. it makes you unbearable. but, is it jealousy? maybe a drunken confession should change it all.
pairing: rivals/enemies to lovers!(generic) peter parker x fem!reader
warnings: sMUT (extended warnings under cut) & ANGST, drinking!! toxic relationship (at beginning), fluff.
word count: 5.3k (1.9k is smut <3)
authors note: it's been awhile since i wrote an enemies to lovers and by that i mean, one week. this also has very dirty smut, so, enjoy :)
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extended smut warnings: p in v, degrading kink, slight praise kink, unprotected sex (pls stay safe tho), oral (male), spit kink, hair pulling, rough sex, breeding kink, slight orgasm denial.
Intoxicating.
That’s what Peter Parker was. Fucking intoxicating. He was intoxicating in every single way you could think of. God, he made you feel like shit. He made you feel like you were nothing. Every achievement he had ever made was probably in spite of you. You had no idea why he made you feel like this. He filled you with anger, with hatred. But also fucking desire and lust. Every single thing that came from his mouth made you feel like you were dripping wet for him.
It was intoxicatingly stupid.
Why you felt this way for Peter? You had no idea. You had no idea what you even did to make him hate you. But you weren’t any better.
Every word that came out of your own mouth made Peter feel the same as you. Backfiring at each other. He was also convinced that every single achievement you had ever was in spite of him. The two of you took turns winning. It wasn’t intentional, fuck that. If the two of you ever let it be intentional, you’d probably both combust.
If I was being honest, the two of you would probably combust either way. The stress always got to the two of you, and if you were sleep deprived, you’d never let it show. You’d pound makeup on your face so that it looks as though you’ve had the perfect night of sleep and wear a smile on your face that shows no sign of fatigue.
You and Peter just so happened to live across the street to each other, to make matters even worse. Every day you’d prepare yourself before walking out of the door and meet his stupid fucking face with a smile.
His smile was filled with demise and no regard for you, yours was filled with poison and both of you knew it.
Okay, there are lots of reasons you and Peter could potentially hate each other. If I were to tell you the whole list this story would have no end. So, I’ll start with the majors.
You and Peter met in kindergarten. The two of you started to get along, but, obviously, that didn’t last long. Maybe it was when Peter ate your favourite crayon, or you ruined his painting by spilling water all over it. Maybe it was when he pulled out a chunk of your hair or when you accidentally knocked out his loose tooth. Maybe it was when he told your crush that you liked him, and he rejected you in front of everyone. Maybe it was when the two of you were in your first spelling bee and had to share the prize.
From there it only got worse, determined to keep beating each other, making it worse. There was clearly an issue here and both of you chose to ignore it. The worst thing the two of you did to each other was during one of Harry Osborn’s parties almost a year ago. It made everything so much worse. It made you hate Peter more than ever and it made him hate you. Yet, neither of you knew.
The fact that you were both so intoxicated by alcohol but seemingly remembered this part of the night would never leave your mind. You were practically blackout drunk, but you remembered every single part of his kiss with Mary Jane as he leaned the ginger girl up against the wall, pressing his plump lips to her smothered red. You had no idea where his confidence came from – maybe it was liquid courage. The brown-haired boy had a crush on her ever since you had known him. But she was not for him. Mary Jane always told you she’d hate to be monogamist. She always explained to you how she’d hate to be tied down to one person. How she could never see herself with someone. How the thrill of meeting a new person every day gave her something new, exciting, and fresh… and you didn’t care. But even so, you didn’t want Peter to get caught up in that mess.
You should be the only one that can hurt him.
Is that fucked up, that you thought that way. Maybe it was jealousy. God, it definitely fucking was. The reason you hated Peter? You were jealous of her. Took you forever to realise it until you finally saw her and him basically fucking against the wall. You held a cup of vodka and soda. Had you not realised that your hand was getting sweaty, it might’ve slipped out of your hand. Your stomach burned with hatred, with anger. Your eyes didn’t leave the way his lips caress hers, the way their tongues flowed fluid. How she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he used his strength to keep her pinned against the wall. How his hands held her ass squeezing her cheeks every so often and how her fingernails ran through his hair. How the kiss deepened. Their tongues so in deep it almost looked like she had his cock in her mouth. It was sloppy, it was messy, it was hot and dirty.
…you wanted that to be you.
Maybe Peter was playing with fire when he did what he had done. Kissing Mary Jane in front of you. Trying to get your attention. Sure, his crush was on her. He liked her. But god forbid he see a life with this girl. You and Peter had something strange. Like really fucking strange. On the outside, it looked like hatred. To both of you actually. But Peter would dream about fucking you at night. How he could whisper dirty words in your ear, make you his. Mark you as his as he cum in your pussy. Sometimes he would imagine denying you, just to punish you for what you had said to him. How his stomach would burn when you spoke to him, how he would actually get angry at you and yet want to fuck you so hard that your legs were in pain when you went to sleep and when you wake up and try to stand you quiver, you shiver, and you can’t seem to walk.
Had he imagined you as he kissed the ginger haired girl? Yes. He had.
Was that fucked up? That he wanted you this bad? That he wanted to fuck your mouth so hard that you were heaving your breath afterward.
When he pulled away from his own kiss, he put down Mary Jane, who had disappeared within a matter of seconds… just to be met with your lips on Harry’s. Your hand was tangled through his brown hair and instead of being pulled up against his waist, you were both sat on a couch and the way you grinded against Harry, fucking his mouth with your tongue almost made Peter cum in his pants right there and then. The way your back arched as Harry held onto you, keeping you in place. The way his hand gripped your ass.
Was this what it felt like for you? To basically see Peter fucking someone else. He wanted to rip you off of Harry, but you weren’t his.
Peter was delusional if he thought you could ever be his.
A year later, you’re at one of Harry Osborn’s famous parties once more. But this time your blackout fucking drunk. Every time you came to, specifically Harry’s, parties. You got blackout fucking drunk.
Reminded you too much of the night Peter had kissed Mary Jane.
Peter only drinks a little, though. He never really does it, he can’t really get drunk. He’ll feel it for a few moments, but he’s never gotten drunk, or blackout drunk… not even tipsy. Not like you.
Drinking, dancing, staring. Drinking, dancing, staring. Drinking, dancing, staring at the stupid fucking wall. Drinking, dancing, staring at Peter as he sits on the couch unbothered by all this.
Drinking, because of Peter. Dancing to forget Peter. Staring at Peter.
Drinking, dancing, staring.
Drinking, dancing, staring.
You couldn’t handle it anymore. The loud music. The flashing lights. The heat of the bodies all around the you. You couldn’t look at Peter anymore. You hated the way he made you feel. How he could make you feel alone, yet so seen. You were always put down for being so smart, but this competition you had with Peter made everything feel like it was worth it. He made you feel alone, he made you feel worthless. But he also made you feel like you were worth something.
It was fucked up.
You slammed the door to Harry’s house and you’re not sure anybody heard. You can barely stand on your own two feet. You can barely walk in a straight line. There is alcohol burning your blood and veins. There is alcohol. There was dancing and as you turned around your eyes meet Peter’s. But instead of you staring at him, he stares at you.
“You’re drunk, y/n.” Peter says. His voice is calm and collected. He’s not angry. He’s content. But of course, there’s you to ruin that for him.
“Way to point it out Mr. fucking obvious.” Not your best comeback, but it comes out slurred and you’re not sure if he can understand half the words that fall of your tongue.
Peter rolls his eyes, “Let me take you home.”
You scoff, a little bit of spit falling off your mouth. It makes Peter think of how he would look if he could fuck you, but he shakes his head.
“What? So, you can fuckin’… fuckin’…” You begin to lose your train of thought and just study Peter. He stands under the light of Harry’s porch. The party’s inside since the house is so big and it’s so quiet. Light reflects off of his glasses, he hadn’t needed them since, well, the bite. But you don’t know that… regardless, you think they’re quite cute, “I like your glasses.” You speak.
Of course, you’re just drunk, Peter thinks that. But the more you keep talking, the more he thinks the saying is true.
Drunk words equal sober thoughts.
“I actually quite like your face too. I like it when you get mad.” Your words are slurred and now you’re sitting down, and Peter joins you, listening intently to your words.
“When you get mad sometimes,” A drunken laugh escapes your lips, at this point you don’t even know how to stop this… you won’t even remember this, “sometimes I imagine you fucking me... is that weird?”
Peter shakes his head, “Not the weirdest thing anyone’s ever told me.”
He’s only shocked to find out that you feel the same. But it’s not like he could tell you now. You were black out drunk, and he if he had told you that he wanted you. That he liked you. He wanted you to remember that. To remember him. To remember the feelings that he held for you.
You interrupt his thoughts, “Actually, I had a massive crush on you, but then you kissed Mary Jane and now I get drunk every fucking time I come to Harry’s parties.” You let out a burp and start laughing.
Peter doesn’t know what to do, so he just stands and picks you up, “You’re strong.” You slur out.
*
The next few days are weird. You can barely remember the party, but Peter’s been avoiding you. No matter how much you hated each other, your focus was almost always on the other. You two did it on purpose. You two were playing a long game of fucking chess. But Peter avoided eye contact, he didn’t talk to you for what felt like a week… holy shit. It was a week. It had been a week. You looked down at your phone. It was Sunday night.
At this time last week, you were getting drunk and trying to forget Peter. But now you’re upset that he’s not talking to you. Not paying you the slice of attention you need to get you through the fucking week. You know what’s even more fucked up than wanting his attention? That you cried about it on the Monday night, the Tuesday night, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, last night and five minutes ago.
You feel pathetic.
You were crying over someone who fucking hated you. You started to think maybe it was just your fault, but if you were being honest, you don’t even remember who started it and neither did Peter. You were just getting sick and tired of all the bullshit. All the fucking bullshit that came from this.
Your parents were gone, so you were free to play loud music and sob in your room.
I really am fucking pathetic. You thought to yourself as you walked into the kitchen, meeting your reflection in the tile.
Peter, however, stood outside your door. He was so confused as to whether or not he should confront you about last week. He went to turn away, but looking back at his house, it was the least appealing thing in the world.
The doorbell rang.
You jumped a little, wiping the tears from your face and pausing the music. You sulked over to the door. Opening it to meet Peter’s stupid face and you almost stupidly smiled. You were whipped for him. You were fucking whipped, and Peter could see it now. Peter could see how shit you were at hiding it. Your lips turning up so quickly as they turn down, a scowl taking over your face.
“What do you want, Parker?” You question, your voice doesn’t sound harsh anymore. It has edge, but it’s not hatred. It doesn’t sound like hatred anymore. Is that stupid? That he notices these things after hearing what you had to say for yourself last Sunday?
He sighs, not matching your tone – it’s weird, not ‘hating’ you, trying to talk to you like a normal person, “I need to talk to you.”
His tone is soft, and you’re almost taken a back, “No chance. If I let you in, you’re gonna murder me.” You go to reluctantly close the door, but Peter places his hand on the hard wood.
“Y/n.” He says his voice tinged with care, “I need to talk to you.”
This time you are taken a back, you eye Peter suspiciously before extending the door open, letting him come into your home. You feel like you’ve just let a vampire inside and you’re going to need a magical spell to keep him out again… if you want to keep him out, that is.
“So, what’s up?” You question, your face meeting the tiles again, your face isn’t as red as earlier, you didn’t really look like you had been crying.
“Last Sunday… I brought you home.” He starts and you furrow your eyebrows.
“My mom told me she brought me home… said I called her.”
“Well, you didn’t, I brought you home and we had a conversation before I did… well, you more or less told me some stuff and I- I just…” He trails off trying to find what to say, “They were honest things and I want to know if they were true. I want to know that they weren’t empty or drunk words.”
You scoff, “Peter, what I said couldn’t have been that bad.”
“But it was.” Peter heaves in a breath, reciting the words that have been stuck in his head, “Sometimes when you get mad, I imagine you fucking me.” Peter speaks, your mouth open wide, “That’s what you said to me.”
“Peter… that’s not… I-” You were at a genuine loss for words, “That’s just not, that’s not true. I wouldn’t think of that ever. That’s disgusting.”
Your tone isn’t believable enough. The way you’re speaking isn’t enough to make Peter believe you.
“Y/n.” He stands, “Tell me the truth.”
“Peter. I’m telling the fuckingtruth!” You exasperate.
God, you were more than embarrassed. You were angry at yourself. Ashamed that you had told him that. That’s why he had been avoiding you. That’s why he hadn’t spoken to you. Because you told him you wanted to fuck him. It made you trip over your words and made you raise your voice.
“I don’t believe you, y/n.” Peter says simply.
You roll your eyes, pulling your hands through your hair… what part of this was this so hard to grasp, you were lying. Well, you weren’t… right now you were attempting to lie, and you were doing a terrible job.
“Peter I would never even think of fucking you!” Your voice is angry and high, it’s volume is up and the two of you are egging onto a fight.
“Y/n don’t fuckinglie to me. I know what you said. I know what you heard, and I hear how you’re speaking right now. How hard you’re trying to deny this. I don’t believe you. I don’t believe a single word that comes out of your fucking mouth.”
You give up and all the words pour out of your mouth, “Fine! You wanna know the truth. Peter, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to feel you. I want all of you. I want more than that, but you hate me, and you love Mary fucking Jane! I have always been the girl you hated, and I have tried my hardest to keep it that way. To keep denying my feelings for you. But nothing fucking works, Peter! You get mad and I get turned on… is that what you wanna fucking hear, asshole?”
Peter stalks closer and closer to you, your breath becoming more rigid as he’s pushed you up against the wall, “…For the record, I don’t love Mary fucking Jane. For the record, I hated seeing you kiss Harry fucking Osborn. For the record I hate you… but I’ll be dammed if I don’t want to pound that tight little cunt of yours.”
Your breath hitches against the air, you’re leaned up, his body pressed on yours and the whisper is hoarse, it barely comes out of your mouth, “Peter… please fuck me.”
That’s all Peter needs to hear, and his lips are on yours, he pulls your legs up around his waist, holding your ass as he keeps you held against the wall. His tongue sliding into your mouth as they both move together; in a motion he’d never experienced before. He’d kissed girls but he’d never kissed you.
This kiss was filled with a different kind of passion. The passion that left you wanting more. The way your body was on his made Peter hard almost instantly. It made Peter want you even more. He wanted to lick every slit of your body. He wanted you to take his cock in his mouth and never let you breathe. He wanted him to be all you knew. All you breathed, the only reason you could even function.
You and Peter continued to kiss, not pulling away for a breath, your hands running through his hair, your legs tight around his waist. When the two of you pull away you have a hard time breathing, you’re seeing spots already.
“Peter take me to my room.” Your breath is short. You can barely catch it.
Peter follows your orders and the door down the hall is left wide open. He knows it’s yours. He’s kissing you as he throws you onto your bed. Not wasting anytime. He presses open mouth kisses to your neck, nipping and biting softly at the skin.
“Marking your territory, Parker?” You question, fighting off a soft moan.
His laugh is deep and husk, “You don’t know the half of it.”
His hands run down your body as he continues to kiss, his hands ride up your tank top, exposing your stomach. His kisses move down to your stomach, tickling you softly. Your hand ran through his hair, and he knew exactly what you wanted him to do. Peter’s hands slide into the waistband of your shorts, “This good?” He asks and you nod.
Peter slides down your pants, and then your panties, his finger grazing over the lips of your pussy, playing with the inside of your thighs. Your hand remains in his hair, pushing him closer to your pussy as his finger continues to tease your lips.
“God you are fuckingwet… Is this how you feel every single time?” He shakes his head, his breath hot as another dry chuckle escapes his lips, “You’re a needy…” His breaths out, “Little.” Another breath, “Slut.”
The breath makes your pussy ache for any inch of Peter that you can possibly get. You need him right now. You need to feel him. You need his cock inside of you or his tongue or his fingers. Anything will work… and just as you think you’re going to get it… you don’t.
Peter moves back up to meet your eyes, “Get on your fucking knees.” You don’t move and you can feel anger radiating off of Peter, “Get on your fucking knees so I can fuck your dirty little mouth. You know how much I’ve wanted to shove my cock in your mouth so that you’ll shut up, Princess.”
The nickname is new and not unwelcome. The words he is saying to you, they make you wetter. They make your stomach burn and flutter. They make your tight cunt ache for the length of his cock. They make you want him to fill you up. The crazy thing is…
You want him to fuck your face in so hard you cry. You want him to fuck your face so hard that he cums all in your mouth, that you swallow every last bit of the white sticky liquid.
So, you do as he says. You get on the floor of your bedroom and sit there so perfectly for him. Peter can only smirk, seeing you on the floor waiting for him to fuck the shit out of you as he removes his pants, “Look at you,” He whispers, “You see yourself? On your knees for me? You see how much better I am than you? Tell me I’m better than you.”
You gulp, your eyes following his body as you look up at him. His cock is large and long, better than you ever could’ve imagined. It never even compared and now, he’s standing over you, “You’re better than me.” You speak, although the words slightly lack meaning.
“Say it like you mean it.” He picks up on it. How you’re not being genuine. There’s no way in the world he thinks this is true. But right now, you’d do whatever he wanted you to do.
“You’re better than me.” It pains you to say it, but you know it’s true. You’re a smart girl. But you’re not smarter than Peter. You work your ass off to get where he is and somehow, you’re always one step behind.
He groans, sliding your shirt over your head, his fingers grazing your nipples as he does so, they go hard as they hit the cold air of your room, and you let out a soft moan. Peter’s hand slides into your hair and you both know exactly what’s about to happen.
You open your mouth for Peter, and he could cum right there and then. You’re on your knees for him. This is all he ever wanted. All he ever wanted was to feel the tip of his cock touch the back of your throat. Feel your tight walls around his thick, pulsing, cock.
He slides into you and it’s just like he imagined, probably even better. Your hair is tangled around his fingers, and he groans as his slit touches your uvula. Your tongue is moving against his flesh. As his hips buck into your face. As he moves forward and back. He pulls your head with him. You’re choking on him already, your eyes beginning to water. The slickness of the spit that sits around him.
He bucks harder. Your throat can only take so much and as quickly as he pulls away, letting you heave a breath, spit falling all over your chest and on the floor, a puddle starts to create itself underneath the two of you. He moves back, his hips rolling as you take all of him. His head rolling back with his eyes. Moans coming from his mouth as you’re left there to suffer and take all of him in. Tears start streaming down your eyes and they go red. The gag sound of your mouth fills the room, but Peter continues to let you take his cock in his mouth.
“Princess, I know you can take it all.” He groans his hand tightening around the knots in your hair, “I’m gonna keep fucking your dirty mouth till I cum, this is what you get for treating me like shit.”
You groan at his words. Letting him continue to fuck your face. At this point you’re barely moving, and his cock is just moving in and out of you. Fucking you like you’re an inanimate object and you are loving every single second of it.
Peter’s hips continue to buck faster as you continue to choke on his cock. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His abdomen on fucking fire, “Fuck,” He groans, “You want my cum?” He questions and you nod your head.
“Fuck, you are such a little fucking slut.” Peter groans as he pulls you closer, his face contorting in pleasure as he lets out another moan, cum fills your mouth as Peter begins to pull out. You thought you could swallow it all, but as he lets you catch your breath, you heave a breath, cum falling down your face, onto the floor and down your body.
Peter kisses your lips, “God you are so fucking sexy, you know that?”
You smile as you taste his cum against your lips, your cunt pulses, you can feel it squeezing itself, “Peter… I need you please.”
“A sexy, needy, little fucking whore.” He speaks a smirk on his face as he helps you up onto the bed. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Please.” You whimper as he leaves kisses down your body.
“Beg for it.” He speaks, his hands burning your skin, his words hot against you. His breath tickles every inch of your body.
“Please, Peter.” You moan softly, “Please fuck me. Please.”
His chuckle is dry and hoarse, but the tip of his cock teases your entrance, “You want my cock? You’re so fucking needy.”
“Yes. I’m needy. Please.” You whimper.
Peters cock slides into you and it’s like your body transfers to another world. Your hole is tight and wet, and it makes a mess, but neither of you care. Peter’s cum is still on your lips as his hips buck against you and as you bite your lip you can taste the salty on your tongue. He holds you in place. One hand on your sensitive tit. He pounds in and out of you, again with no disregard. He’s fucking you like he means it. Like he hates you, but there’s also this tenderness. This feeling. It’s so confusing because there are so many emotions here.
There is love and lust.
But there’s hatred and anger.
And my god, is it intoxicating.
The way his cock laps inside your cunt, waves of pleasure surging every single time he presses his tip against your g-spot. His fingers beginning to play with your clit as you sit there and moan and squirm underneath his touch.
“You like that?” Peter asks you as he continues to press into you, he’s rough and unprovoked. Nothing would hold him back.
You hum as another moan flies out of your mouth. Peter’s hips grinding against you, your hips moving sync with each other, “God, you are such a fucking whore.” He speaks and you moan at the words.
You can feel yourself coming closer and closer to the edge as Peter’s length takes up all of you and he can feel your cunt squeeze against his cock, his fingers slowing around your clit. He knows your coming closer and closer. But your words are all he needs to confirm it.
“Peter, I’m gonna cum.” You say through a moan, but Peter just scoffs.
“No, Princess, you’re gonna fucking wait for me. You’re gonna hold it in. You’re going to wait so that you can cum at the same time as me… can you do that? You want me to fill you up with my cum.”
You nod, “Yes, Peter, fucking fill me up… Please.”
Against his body, you are squirming and squirming, your stomach is on fucking fire. Peter continues to move against you. His grunts getting stronger and stronger and as you hold onto yourself, his cock twitches. He knows he’s coming close to. He knows he’s going to fill you up with every last drop of his second load.
“I’m coming close, Princess.” He moans, “Just a little longer…” He groans and groans and groans and it almost becomes too much for you.
“Princess, I’m gonna cum.” He moans, lapping you one last time and his cock twitches, you can feel him twitch inside of you as he lets go of everything he was holding inside and you do too, both moans filling the room. The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass are gone and it’s now replaced with heavy panting.
Both of you lay there next to each other almost mortified?
“I like it when you call me Princess.” You say quietly, your voice hoarse, a whisper. So soft.
He presses a kiss to your collarbone, “I’m glad you do.” He pulls you closer and you nuzzle into his chest.
“What does this mean, Pete?” You call him by his own nickname, he’d only ever hear you call him Parker, Peter, or Penis… but his own nickname sounded like a dream.
“I don’t know…” He trails off, “We hated each other, but it’s not like we still don’t hate each other. But we also don’t not like each other… I dunno, it’s weird.”
You sigh, “I guess that’s true.”
*
One year later and you’re at another Osborn party. You’re drinking away but this time it’s different, you’re drinking, dancing, and staring for a different reason.
Peter meets you at the wall where he first kissed Mary Jane, “Why do you want to do this so bad?” He questioned you.
“Because Pete, I can’t keep coming here and seeing this wall and I just… Please, just kiss me. Exactly like you kissed her.”
Peter laughs, “You’re ridiculous. I don’t even remember kissing her, that was like two years ago.”
You deadpan, “Peter you had such a boner for her, I know you remember.”
He shakes his head, “Nuh-uh, I had a boner for you. That’s why I kissed you. To make you jealous.”
You roll your eyes, “Whatever,” You sigh, taking a sip from your drink, “Forget it.” You go to walk away, and Peter pulls you back and pressing you against the wall, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He grips your ass and puts your legs around his waist.
You moan against his tongue as he shoves in there, fucking your mouth just like he had with his cock almost every single day. His hands trail up your shirt and your fingers are gripping into his skull. Your body grinds against him as he moans, the vibration travelling through the kiss. He can taste the alcohol on your tongue as he tastes all of you.
The two of you finally pull away from one another and you laugh, “Is that what you wanted, Princess?” He questions you.
“Exactly.” You place a short, chaste kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.
Tonight, you drink with Peter, regardless of the fact that he cannot get drunk, you dance with Peter as he moves his body in sync with yours, and you stare at Peter, your beautiful boyfriend.
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Aizawa x f!reader
Minors and ageless blogs do not interact. I will block you.
This part one of two.
TW: female reader, pet names for female reader, slight angst, smut, male & female sex, reader calls Aizawa daddy, cursing (?), and as always please let me know if I forgot any
Reader's quirk is essentially the same as Spider-man. Why? Cause I like Spider-man 🤷🏻‍♀️ and he's awesome. Also, it's Tobey Maguire Spider-man. I'm also old, okay?
Word count: ~2.8k
I hope you all enjoy! Aizawa is the whole reason I started MHA, and I find myself gravitating towards fics of him even after I thought I was ready for other stuff. I just love him and when he puts his hair in a bun.... don't even get me started.
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"Mmmm. Fuck." Shouta moans.
"Yeah? You like that, Sho? Talk to me baby." You purr in his ear.
"Yeah, fucking love you bouncing on my cock." Shouta groans as he meets your thrusts.
Shouta is seated on your couch with his arms splayed across the back watching you struggle to keep up your pace on top of him. You're sat on top of him with your legs on either side of him trying your best to continue moving yourself up and down. You love that you can feel every inch of him as you're slowly bring yourself up only to slam down and have him hit all the right spots.
Soon enough though, your legs grow weak, "Sho. Need help. Getting tired." You whine as you paw at his chest, trying to get any type of leverage to help the ache in your thighs.
"Yeah? Pretty baby needs my help to cum? Huh? What happened to all that talk during patrol earlier? Thought you were gonna use me to get yourself off? Remember? Said I wasn't allowed to touch you and that I couldn't cum until you came at least twice. Was it all talk?" Shouta teases.
"Please... please. I need it." You plead.
"Oh? She needs it she says. Well, pretty girl, tell me. What do you want? And ask properly, or you won't get it."
"Sho-"
"Tsk. Is that my name right now? What are you supposed to call me when you want something?" Aizawa questions as he glares down at you.
"Dadddddyyyy." You whimper out slowly as you push out your bottom lip.
"Now don't be a brat. Daddy doesn't reward brats, does he?"
You slowly shake your head.
"Words. Pretty girl. Come on, tell me what you want. I have a long day tomorrow, I have to be up early for class." Aizawa grunts out, trying to stop himself from giving in to what he knows you want most.
"Daddy. Please. Wanna cum. Wanna cum all over you." You beg, hoping he'll finally relent.
He does. Aizawa begins slowly rolling his hips to meet yours. You're both still seated in the middle of your couch with you on top of him. With newfound strength, you begin shakily lifting yourself up and dropping down on Shouta's cock.
"Feels so good. Please don't stop" you let Aizawa know.
"Why would I stop? This... haaaa, fuck. This is what you wanted, right baby?" He taunts.
"Yes. Yes. Need it. Need it so bad." You almost chant like a prayer.
Shouta has his hands on your hips, helping you as your movements begin to have more passion behind them. You begin to feel that build up in your lower abdomen. Your clit continuously hits Aizawa's happy trail each time you bring yourself down on him.
"Daddy... gonnna-"
"I know. Let it all out for me. Wanna hear you."
"Fuuuuccck. Cummminggg- aaaahhh" you moan right next to Shouta's ear as he slowly works you through your orgasm.
You're slowly coming down and your hearing returns to normal, your chest is heaving and your eyelids are getting heavier when you feel Aizawa gently kiss your cheek and whisper
"C'mon baby. We're not done yet."
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The sun isn't even out yet when you feel an absence beside you in bed.
"Sho? What time is it?" You groggily ask.
"Shhh. Go back to sleep. It's just past 4." He answers lowly.
"Mmmm. Come back to bed. It's too early." You let him know as you turn to snuggle yourself in your duvet.
"No, I have to go. Have some shit I gotta deal with."
"What? Your problem children fighting again?" You snort.
Aizawa doesn't respond, he begins to quietly put on his boots.
"Not the problem children per se. But..." he begins.
You shoot up, much more awake now. You know that Aizawa doesn't joke about his students, they mean too much to him. "Hey, what's going on? You can talk to me, you know." You assure him.
"Listen, Y/N. We both agreed this would be a fun way to relieve stress cause we don't have anyone else depending on us. Well, now I got this kid who I agreed to care of, so..." he trails off and you know where he's going with this.
"Oh." You can't say you never saw this coming. This never was a relationship. It just kind of happened. After the first time, you both agreed that it couldn't go any further for the sake of your careers. You were a hero quickly climbing through the ranks and Aizawa was devoted to his teaching. It was just a fun way to relieve stress... for him. You found yourself quickly falling for him. How could you not? He knew your body better you did. He knew your favorite starbucks drink (even if he said it was overpriced crap), he knew your favorite flowers, your favorite scents, he met your mom, and he even confessed that he couldn't see himself being intimate with anyone else. Plus, he gave you mind shattering orgasms, even if he claimed to be mediocre in bed. He was there to pick you up when things got hard. He was always just a phone call away. So how were you NOT supposed to be in love with him?
"Y/N. You're an incredible woman. You'll find someone who can give you everything you want, and-"
"Hey, Sho. It's fine. You don't have to give me the whole pep talk bullshit. We weren't exclusive and it's not like we were committed to each other. This was just for fun, yeah?" You blurt out knowing that if you prolonged your goodbye, your heart would end up more broken than it already feels.
"Right. Well I guess I'll see you around, on patrol or whatever." He mumbles as he heads towards your front door.
"Yup! Now, go get some sleep so you can help mold the mind of young heroes!", You laugh awkwardly as you fist bump his shoulder and open the door for him.
Once Shouta's out of view, you slump down by your door and let your tears fall.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!" You berate yourself. You knew you weren't the friends with benefits type. But after fucking Shouta for the first time you were hooked. You had always thought he was attractive. When you guys were finally partnered up on patrol and you got to know him more, you saw he was more than that "grump who taught at UA" as he was known to some other heroes.
'Well there's no fighting it now, dumbass. You just have to move on and whatnot.' You think to yourself as you slither back into bed. At least he had the decency to let you down easy.
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The walk to work later was exhausting. Even though your agency was only a few blocks from your apartment, it felt like 500 miles.
"Y/N!!! You missed an incredible night!" Your work bestie, Mt. Lady, shouts.
"Nishiya (Kumai Woods), Kamihara (Edgeshot), and I went out to Karaoke! We ran into Rumi and Hawks while we were out and ended up having the best night!" Takeyama yells out excitedly.
"Takeyama. Please. Take it down a notch." Nishiya hushes her.
"Oh, please. He's hungover. Who knew trees couldn't hold their liquor!" She laughs as she puts her arm around you. "So, how was your night? I saw the news. Huge bust on those bank robbers, huh? How much did they try to steal? Like 80 million? Anyways, you and Eraserhead looked like a great team out there!"
You visibily cringe at the mention of Aizawa, the prior night's events flooding back to you.
"Y/N, you okay?" Edgeshot inquires.
"Yeah, just sore from swinging around, it really takes a toll on my back." You lie as to not arouse any suspicions.
"Well I hope you're ready for patrol today, we're teaming up with Fatgum and his interns to do some reconnaissance work. Y/N, you know Fatgum pretty well, right?" Edgshot asks.
"Oh yeah! We went to Shiketsu together! Tai is one of my good friends! What are we working on?" You say, with slight excitement that you'll get to see your long time friend.
"Recently, Fatgum teamed up with some other heroes to take down the Shie Hassaikai Yakuza and a small few escaped. Fatgum thinks he may know where some of them went so we're gonna help him search for them." Edgeshot explained.
"Oh! Is that where they found the little girl that Eraser is gonna take care of?" Mt. Lady burst out.
"Little girl?" You furrow your eyebrows, confused.
"Yeah, Chargebolt was talking about it yesterday while we patroled! Didn't Easer tell you? You guys are like best buds, I thought he would have mentioned it!" Mt. Lady says.
"Girl! Of course he mentioned it!" You nervously chuckle. "I was just distracted and forgot for a second."
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As the weeks passed, you threw yourself into your work. You were determined to find the remaining members of the Shie Hassaikai.
Lately though, things haven't been going great. The last two villains of Shie Hassaikai kept evading you no matter how hard you've been working.
You decided to stop at your local convenience store to grab a quick dinner. While perusing through all your options of onigiri, you hear your name.
"Y/N? What are you doing here?"
"Sho- err I mean, Aizawa! Hey, it's been a few weeks since I've seen you, how are you?"
You cringe internally, hoping Aizawa doesn't notice the bags under your eyes or how sluggish you're moving. You are not looking your best and of course you had to see the man you've been pining after tonight of all nights.
"Oh, I've been good. What about you? Chargebolt-"
Aizawa is soon interrupted by a loud, booming voice.
"Eraser!!! There you are! We have to get going, the movie is starting soon!" Ms.Joke shouts.
"Oh, hi Ms. Joke. How are you?" You notice how close Ms.Joke and Aizawa seem. They also seemed dressed up for a date. Of course Aizawa would have moved on, he wasn't the one who had his heart broken. You try not to eye Ms.Joke as she puts her arm around Aizawa's waist, practically hanging off of him like a Koala.
"We're good! Just grabbing a quick bite before we go see that new horror movie that just came out. How are you? Eraser here talked about how much fun you both have while on patrol, it's nice to finally meet you!" Ms.Joke smiles and extends her hand for proper introductions.
You shake her hand and decide you've been tortured enough watching Aizawa with his new... whatever she was to him.
"Well I have to get going, I have some case files to look through."
"Oh, yeah. It was good seeing you again, oh and hey, are you coming to Heroes day at UA? I know you aren't an alum but it would definitely help the students to see an up and coming top ranked hero. Plus, Chargebolt and Cellophane keep telling their class how amazing interning with the The Lurkers are, they'll be excited to see you there." Aizawa lets you know.
"Uhm, yeah, I'll let Edgeshot know, he's kind of our unofficial leader. He'll reach out and plan everything. It was good seeing you!" You feign a smile as you wave goodbye, leaving without grabbing anything for dinner. Now that you think about it, you aren't even hungry anymore.
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Heroes day comes faster than you could imagine. Soon enough, you're in costume and headed for UA to talk to Aizawa's class. Edgeshot and you were to talk to class 1-A while Mt.Lady and Kumai Woods were talking to class 1-B. You slowly breathe out, waiting while Aizawa gives out formal introductions for you, Edgeshot, and Hawks. You enter the classroom and can't help but immediately look over to Aizawa.
He has his hair up in a bun. God, how he looks incredible with his hair up. You wonder if he did this for your benefit, remembering that night when you whispered to him how attractive he was when he put his hair into a bun.
"Uhh, Y/N?" Edgeshot lightly elbows you.
"Introduce yourself, dummy." He whispers.
"Oh! Yeah! Hi, everyone! My name is Y/N and my quirk is arachnid. I can do basically anything a spider can, minis the eight legs." You introduce yourself.
A kid with green messy hair almost breaks the sound barrier with how fast his hand shoots up.
"Ms. Y/N! Is it true that you have spidey sense? Is it true that you can shoot webs from your wrists? Oh! Kaminari also said you were related to that famous actor with spider powers also? Why did you use your given name as your hero name? Did you always know you wanted to be a hero? And-"
"Midoriya."
"Yes, Mr. Aizawa?"
"Please give the heroes a chance to answer all questions." Aizawa tells his class.
You recognize the name Midoriya as one of the problem children Aizawa has mentioned before. You also remember that Aizawa told you that Midoriya likes to know everything about his favorite heroes.
"Midoriya, if you'd like, I'll give you a few mins after class to ask me anything you want." You see his eyes light up as he nods quickly.
The rest of Heroes Day goes uninterrupted, all the heroes give a demonstration of their quirks, discuss what it's like being in charge of an agency, and answering questions from the students.
You were happy to see Chargebolt, Cellophane, and even Grape Juice. The students who interned with your hero group were the most positive thing going for you lately.
That is... until your phone rang.
You excused yourself from the class to answer your phone and Edgeshot soon followed.
After a while, Midoriya was the first to notice that you hadn't returned.
"Mr. Aizawa? Is Ms.Y/N coming back?"
Aizawa decided to check on you since it had been a few minutes since you stepped out. Aizawa, however, wasn't ready for what he saw and heard.
Aizawa's heart broke as he saw you clutching the front of Edgeshot's hero outfit.
"Shin. I can't believe this is happening! I'm the number 8 hero?! I mean, I worked my butt off but I feel like there are other heroes who deserve this way more than I do." You express, beginning to happy cry as Edgeshot holds you in his arms.
"Oh, princess. No one deserves this more than you. Trust me, if it were up to me, you'd be the number one hero." Edgeshot smiles as he reassures you that you do belong in the top 10 heroes in Japan.
You giggle and Aizawa feels his heart flutter. Your laugh was always his favorite thing about you. You always managed to joke and make his gloomy days brighter with your laugh. It was the most beautiful thing he ever heard and he wished it was him making you laugh right now.
"Thank you, Shin. I really needed that pep talk. Things have been so hard lately. It's been difficult coming home to that apartment alone night after night." You say hugging Edgeshot tighter.
"I know. I know. You don't have to do that anymore. You have me now, we'll finish moving your stuff into my place tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate." Edgeshot gives you a kiss on the forehead, finalizing your plans for dinner.
Aizawa couldn't believe what just took place. You were... dating Edgeshot? And you moved in with him? It had only been a few months since he ended things, how could you have moved on so quickly?
Aizawa's devastated. After seeing you that night at the convenience store, he realized he was madly in love in you. He saw you with bags under your eyes, you looked like you had lost some weight, and your smile didn't reach your eyes like it normally did. Aizawa wanted nothing more than to grab you, hold you, and kiss away whatever had you so stressed out. Ms.Joke was the one that actually helped him sort through his feelings that night. They skipped their movie and she instead encouraged him to follow his heart. He was working up the courage to ask you on a date but now... he couldn't knowing you had someone that made you happy.
Aizawa swallowed the lump in his throat, blinked away the tears forming in his eyes, and ignored the searing pain enveloping his chest to finally speak, "Y/N, Edgeshot? The students are waiting for you both."
"Oh! Of course, Aizawa! I have to sit with Midoriya to tell him about my quirk!" You remember, touching Aizawa's shoulder as you pass him.
Aizawa watches you go into his class and interact with his students, realizing he fucked up. He shouldn't have ended things with you, he should have made you his that night. He turns to Edgeshot and glares at him,
"Treat her right. You have no idea how extraordinary she really is."
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