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sacharinee · 11 months

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pairing: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader

sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions

wc: 1200+

a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)

peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything.

now he has nothing. he’s on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; you’ve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for.

“okay how ‘bout this one, pete?” the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open.

his eyes snake over the outfit you’ve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.

however, your eyes are what he takes in the most. you look eager, nervous about his approval, and hopeful for his admission.

his eyes widen as he gives you a soft nod and a pursed smile, “super pretty.”

you stare back at peter, his hair is flared, and you see chocolate smeared on his bottom lip. his posture looks defeated and you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.

you give him a sour yet confused face, “why is your face like that?”

peter’s eyebrows furrow at your expression, “my face- why is my face like what?”

“like…” you take a moment to think, “like- you look like that chef in that one movie with the rat, he’s got that same awkward funny looking face.”

peter barks out a laugh in disbelief, “alfredo linguini?? from ratatouille?!” “yea! that guy.”

the boy in front of you offers you a pout and rubs his eyes, “thanks.”

“sure thing.” peter glazes over your seamless makeup when you take a seat next to him, “so, you’re really not coming? why not? it’ll be fun, plus all of our friends are going” you whine.

peter kicks himself every day since you got asked out to homecoming by brad. he knows he should have made his proposal to you sooner, but now that he missed his chance, he feels like he’s lost you.

“oh, so brad’s our friend now? and nah, it’s alright. i’m just gonna go patrolling tonight, might get some good action.” his eyebrows suggestively

you muster up a smirk and breathe out a laugh, “right. maybe you’ll find your own ‘cupid of crime’ that’ll show you a good time.”

peter groans at you, “oh my god, margot robbie is so-”

honk!

“oh,” your ears perk up at the sudden interruption, “i guess that’s my date.” you quickly stand up and straighten your dress, taking nervous breaths.

“i’m good right? my dress? face? hair?” your fingers run through your shiny locks, “its- i’m, i’m okay?”

peter has an indiscernible look plastered on his face as he gazes out the window and back at you. he’s shocked you’d settle for this, and even more appalled at you’re excitement to go with a douchebag who can’t even meet you at the front door. he knows you deserve better than this, and he knows he would treat you so much better with much less than your date. his stomach turns upside down and he feels his face get hot, breathing through his nostrils as he struggles to control his disbelief. he slowly stands up and meets your anxious expression peering up at him.

“you aren’t gonna get in a car with a guy who honks, are you?”

it’s almost as if the entire atmosphere shifts. peter studies your appearance. your face shimmered sanguinely regardless, brighter than the glitter that sparkled atop your eyelids.

it was safe to say you were excited to go to the dance, even if your date wasn’t your first choice. you had been waiting endlessly for peter to ask you to homecoming. you were almost depressed at the thought thinking your crush didn’t like you back, but even more upset at the fact that your best friend didn’t even want to take you as his date, romantically or not.

you remembered the feeling of delight swirling through your body as betty gushed about ned asking her to the dance, and mj agreeing to harry’s proposal.

you only wanted the same for yourself. the same thrill and warm feeling of someone wanting to take you as their date. you wanted more than anything for it to be peter, but you figured he simply didn’t think of you like that as empty time and hopeless anticipation went by. so yes, you did settle for brad davis. he’s only ever been sweet to you, with harmless flirting and sultry smiles in the halls. plus you had a hunch about peter’s displeasing stance on the man, and presumed this may have tipped peter over just the right amount.

you simply blink at his desperate eyes and nod, your adamant expression not wavering, “i think, yes, i am.”

you offer him a wistful smile when you brush past him, grabbing your purse on the way.

“y/n, stop.” peter’s finger’s wrap around your small wrist, your charm bracelet dangling against his hand.

“are you serious? what, the shithead can’t walk a few feet and knock on the door like a real man?”

“peter!” you snatch your wrist back and his hands rise.

you feel heat rushing up your neck and settling behind your ears. you had wanted a reaction out of peter when brad asked you out, yes, but the entitlement he has to mention about the manhood of brad angered you.

“i’m just saying,” he steps back from you, licking his dry lips while he chuckles back at you. “a guy who doesn’t have the balls to greet you at your doorstep isn’t worth falling for.”

you scoff at him, he was so sweet and now he’s only taking his anger out on you. “well it’s a good thing that he’s just a friend then. what’s it to you anyways?”

peter disregards your last statement, “a friend?! y/n/n, listen to me. you’re being naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”

another honk outside pierces your ears, yet you can’t seem to shake your stare on the boy before you. you narrow your eyes at him.

“you sound jealous.”

peter sputters nonsense out and breaks his eyesight away from you, nervously running his hands through his curls.

“jealous? me? pfft. never. i’m not jealous, i’m- i’m being absolutely reasonable.”

you keep your eyes on him as he looks down at the carpet floor. he sighs and drops down at your chair, scratching the wood on your desk. his head shakes and ever so softly murmurs, “seriously, why are you going out with him?”

peter continues to stare at the rotten wood he’s chipping, “brad asked me to be his date, so i’m going whether you like it or not. unless,” peter glances back up at you.

“there’s something you’re not telling me.”

hope bubbles down in your stomach, and you anticipate his confession, waiting to hear the words of his true feelings that you know for certain are deep down inside him.

except, he doesn’t.

the boy only blankly stares at your desk, clenching his jaw, and drowns everything inside, letting you down yet another time. you turn away, disappointed in peter, ready to leave him alone for all the false hope and hurt he has caused you.

“right, well, when your balls finally drop, let me know. i’ll be at the dance with my date.”

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aalyssah · 7 months

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My Nerdy Boy

Pairing: Nerdy!Peter Parker x Popular!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Blowjob, Cursing, Handjob, Loss of Virginity, Names, (Good Boy), Oral, (Peter Receiving), Praise, Soft Sex, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 3,188

Summary: You're a beautiful popular girl in school and after numerous rejections to a boy who doesn't know what 'No' means, Peter steps in, causing an interest to spark in you.

A/N: I just thought of this as Peter, who's a nerd, that's in love with the popular reader, but thinks he has no chance :( Hope You Enjoy!

Being the most popular person in college is hard, especially when you're a girl. It's not your fault your parents are famous actors!

Boys tend to flirt with you, girls want to be your friend to get that same popularity, hell, even some girls want to date you, but you're not that type of person.

You're not one to look for relationships. You just want to do good in school so you can become something helpful to the world.

You walked through the school doors, a small pink bag in your hand. Everyone stopped talking as they watched you walk down the halls. You ignored the whispers of people cooing over your outfit and walked to your best friend MJ.

She's been with you since day one, not caring about your popular parents and that's what made you both so close. "Hey girl, you look good today. You smiled at her compliment. "Thanks, you too. Anyways, have you heard about the assignment Mrs. Smith posted online?"

You and MJ began talking about school until the sound of loud boys yelling caught your attention. You turned around to see Brad walking in, his face oranger than Donald Trump. You rolled your eyes as he made his way towards you, a football in his hand.

"Oh god, here we go." You heard MJ mumble under her breath.

"Y/n! Lookin' amazing today!" You gave a small fake smile. "Thank you Brad, you look-" You paused, looking at him up and down. "Uh, great." Brad cockily chuckled. "Yeah, I know, just got a new tan. You like it?" You held back a laugh at his face.

His face was orange, not matching the rest of his white body. "Yeah, sorry to cut the conversation short, but I have to get to class, so I'll see you around." You were about to walk away, but Brad called out.

"Wait! I just wanted to ask if you would go to prom with me?" You closed your eyes, trying to find a way to politely reject him. "Brad, you're a great guy, but I'm really not into you."

'Ooos' could be heard around the hall as Brad's face dusted pink. He just got rejected in front of most of the school. You walked away without looking back, going to your class.

You went through most of your classes and now it was time for lunch. You were starving and couldn't wait to eat. You sat at a table with MJ eating when Peter came.

He held a tray in his hand. "May I sit here?" You nodded your head, scooting over. "Sure, it's a public lunch room." You flashed a smile Peter's way, a blush forming on his cheeks.

Peter was known as the school nerd, but you didn't care. You and MJ were in the middle of talking when Brad and his football lackies came sitting there. "Move it nerd, this is a popular table only." Peter instantly stood up, grabbing his book bag and tray.

"Hurry up kid." Peter tried his fastest to grab his stuff, but wasn't fast enough for Brad. "Brad stop, leave him alone." Brad ignored you, slapping the tray out Peter's hand, his food falling to the floor.

Laughter erupted throughout the lunch room as Peter got down on his knees and began cleaning up the food. "Brad stop being an asshole and leave him alone!" You pushed past him, getting down to help Peter.

He looked up at you, kind of shocked that you were helping him. "I'm sorry about him, he's just rude." You help him clean up the mess before giving him a smile. "I'll see you around." Just as you finished your sentence the bell rang, everyone getting up to leave for their next class.

It was the next day and you were walking around the corner when you accidentally bumped into Peter.

Your books fell out of your hand and you jumped back. "Oh, I'm sorry." You both bent down to pick them up, your hands touching.

You looked at him, making eye contact. Peter awkwardly chuckled, standing up. "I-I'm sorry, I-" You put a hand up. "Hey, calm down, it was just an accident." You grabbed your books. "I like your outfit, you look nice."

Peter looked down at his blue collared shirt with a small smile. "Thank you, my aunt got it for me." The sweet conversation was interrupted when Brad came around the corner, laughing loudly. "Wow, Peter Parker's aunt buys his own clothes and they're ugly!"

Brad and his boys laughed, a frown coming from you. "I knew you were pathetic, but not that bad!" You watched as Peter looked down at his feet, quiet as a mouse.

"Alright Brad, just because he wears something different than you doesn't mean you have to be rude about it. Everyone has their own style." Brad looked at you surprised.

"Oh c'mon Y/n, why are you defending this nerd?" You shook your head in shame. "You shouldn't treat people like that. Stop being mean." You grabbed Peter's wrist, dragging him to a different area.

"Sorry about him again. Don't listen to him, in fact, I think your outfit is cool." Peter smiled slightly. "I think we should hang out sometime. I have class, but I'll talk to you later." Peter let you go, watching as you walked off.

He felt so in love, but there was no way you would choose him.

PROM NIGHT!

There were posters plastered everywhere the school, telling everyone prom was coming up.

Unfortunately, you didn't have a date, but you don't think you're gonna go with anyone. Usually you and MJ go together, but she and her boyfriend, Ned are gonna go.

You walked up to MJ smiling. "Hey." She greeted you. "Hey, you heard about prom tomorrow? Who's your date? Maybe Brad or Kyle from history." You scrunch your face in disgust. "Oh hell no, definitely not Brad. I might not even go this year."

MJ frowned at your words. "What why? We always go." You shrugged your shoulders, taking some books out your locker. "You and Ned are going and I don't wanna be a third wheel." She was quick to deny.

"You won't be. Just come for me, please?" You grunted in annoyance. "Fine." She squealed, hugging you. "Thank you, oh thank you. I love you." She kissed your cheek and left off to go find her man.

You stood against your locker on your phone, when a shadow blocked some light. You looked up and almost rolled your eyes to the back of your brain.

There was Brad with a smirk on his face. "Y/n, you still down for my offer about the prom? I was thinking we could wear blue, maybe red, so we can look hot. Be the center of attention."

You pushed him back, scoffing. "Brad, I already told you. I don't want you. I don't want to date you, talk to you, not even be friends, so what makes you think I'm gonna go to the prom with you?" Brad gave you a challenging look. "Damn, I love me a feisty girl." You walked away, leaving him alone.

You did all your classes and even got to leave early to get ready for prom. You chose a black dress and did minimal make up, not wanting to go all out. MJ stopped by and got you and drove y'all to the school.

The moment y'all reached there, loud music bumped down the street, lights flickered and flashed, and bodies moved against each other like they were in a dance club.

"Me and Ned's gonna go dance." You heard MJ yell at you. You nodded your head with a smile, watching as your friend went off with her man.

You went to a small table that was littered with snacks and drinks. You grabbed a water bottle, cracking it open and taking a sip. You looked around the room once more.

It was a nice prom with some of your fellow classmates enjoying their time. As you looked around you caught the eye of Peter, sitting alone at a table, tapping his foot to the beat of the music. He looked so lonely.

With a determined smile, you got up, walking over to his direction, but before you could make it across the room, Brad came out of nowhere. "Baby, Y/n, you look beautiful tonight." You rolled your eyes, putting a hand on your hip.

"Before you ask, the answer is no." You tried to walk past him, but he only walked in your direction. "Woah, where are you going? I just want to dance, maybe even share a kiss."

"Brad, I've told you multiple times, I don't want you! So no, I don't wanna dance, or kiss you. Leave me alone." You walked past him, making your way towards Peter, but you were pulled back by Brad, his arm wrapping around your waist, and forcing you against his body.

"Why do you play hard to get? I've tried to be get with you since 5th grade, but you're to blind to see because of that stupid nerd Penis Parker!" You squirmed in his arm, trying to get away from his disgusting hold, but he only held you tighter.

"Stop trying to run." You looked around nervously, seeing if anyone was paying attention, but everyone was too busy dancing, and the loud music didn't help anyone.

"Get your hands off of her!"

You felt your whole world stop at that voice.

It was Peter.

The music slowly died down at the yelling, people's attention turning to you. "And what are you gonna do if I don't?" Brad challenged, with a smirk. His smirk was wiped off his face when Peter's fist connected Brad's cheek, his grip falling off you.

Brad fell to the floor, looking up in shock. Murmuring was heard around the room at Peter's strength. You quickly stood by his side, looking down at Brad.

"If you ever try to touch me or even talk to me, Peter's gonna beat your ass, and we know you would want that." You chuckled, watching as Brad scrambled to his feet and left, too embarrassed for what happened.

Everyone began dancing like everything was normal, you turning to Peter. "Thank you Peter, I don't know what would've happened if you weren't here." Peter smiled, looking down at the ground.

"Well, you're just really pretty, and I didn't want to see you get hurt." You matched his smile, grabbing his hand. "Let's go somewhere private." You dragged him outside to a nearby hotel.

It was much quieter and y'all could have peace. Peter felt nervous as you booked a room for the night, but he was sure y'all wouldn't spend that long there.

You closed the door, locking it behind you before sitting down on the bed. Peter awkwardly stood up, looking lost. "Peter, sit down." You said, patting a spot next to you.

He slowly walked to you, sitting down. He had his hands in his lap, playing with his fingers. "Peter? Why'd you help me out there?" Peter stayed silent for a second, trying to think of the right words.

"No man should grab a girl like that. Especially someone like you." You tilted your head to the side, with a questioning look. "What do you mean someone like me?"

Peter jumped up, thinking you were offended. "No, I didn't mean it like that! It's just, you're really pretty, and I don't want anyone to do something you don't feel comfortable with. Plus, you’ve helped me so many times with Brad, so it’s only right for me to help you."

You watched his facial expression as he spoke, getting deep in detail on his reasoning. "Peter? Do you like me?" Peter avoided your eyes, giving you the answer. Without thinking, you grabbed his jaw, guiding him to your lips for a kiss.

Peter sat there, eyes widened, not knowing what to do. You pulled back once you felt him tense up. "Peter, I'm so sorry! I thought you were feeling me!" You scooted away, but Peter was fast to grab your arm.

"No! I want you, I-" He stopped speaking, feeling embarrassed. "I've never done this before." A smile appeared on your face at his confession.

No wonder he always gets so flushed when around you."You're a virgin?" He nodded his head. You 'tsked' rubbing your hands in and down his pants. "Well, we don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Peter shook his head, grabbing your hand. "I-I want you to be my first." Your eyebrows shot up. No one's ever asked you to be their first. "Are you sure?" He finally looked up at you. "Please?"

You dropped down to your knees, spreading his legs apart. "Get naked." He quickly stripped from his clothes, a little eager for you. You could see the bulge poking from his boxers.

A shocked gasp escaped from your lips. "Peter!" Peter sat up, looking worried, as if he did something wrong. "What? What's wrong? Does my thing look weird? I'm sorry!" He quickly raised his hands to cover his crotch area.

You gently pulled his hands down, with a smile. "No Petey. I didn't know you were packing this much." A blush formed on Peter's face at your compliment and the nickname.

You pulled his boxers down, throwing them somewhere in the room. You grabbed his cock with a chuckle, stroking him up and down. "You're so big Peter." He stared down at you as you took him in your mouth, humming at the sweet, but salty taste.

Peter moaned, head falling on the bed. You took him deep down your throat, before slowly coming up. Peter felt like he was on cloud nine right now while you were sucking him off.

You slowly began bobbing your head and cupping his balls, smiling at the squeal that came from him. You took your lout off him for a second, still stroking him. "Peter, baby, can you do me and favor and fuck my mouth?" Peter looked at you with wide eyes.

He's seen people do it in movies, but in person?

With someone as pretty as you?

Hell yeah!

Peter carefully guided your mouth back to his cock, scooting down the bed a little. He thrusted his hips up, his eyes shutting tight at how good your mouth felt. Your nails were digging a deep moon crescent into his thighs.

He was whining above you, his pace not slowing down. "Oh god, it f-feels so g-good!" You relax your jaw and hollow your cheeks around him, making sucking noises known. Peter jerked slightly, hips slowing down.

You noticed how close he was getting and pulled back fast. Peter let out a frustrated sigh, sadly looking down at you with puffy red cheeks, and eyes glisten from the tears.

"Sorry baby, but I don't want you to cum yet. You haven't even felt me!" You stripped from your dress, pulling the straps down, revealing your body.

Peter moaned at the sight of your body, hands coming to your waist. "Ah, ah, no touching, I'm in charge." His hands fell slack on the bed, looking up at you as you stepped over him.

You squatted above him, guiding his cock to your entrance. With slow movements, you slowly sunk down, moaning as he reached deep in you. Peter moaned at your tightness, closing his eyes tight.

You saw and said something. "Open your eyes for me. Look at me as I ride you." Peter opened his eyes, tears glistening in his pupils.

He's never felt anything this good.

You just started and he's already drunk on your cunt.

You gently bounced up and down on him, your hands planted on his chest. Your breast bounced with every movement, Peter's eyes staring at your nipples.

You breathily chuckled, leaning down so your breasts were dangling in his face. He looked up at you with pleading eyes and with a nod, he leaned up and latched his mouth onto your nipple.

He suckled the nipple, an arm wrapped your waist, pulling you down more, as you still bounced on top of him.

With one bounce you stopped, grinding against his pelvic, his cock swiping against different parts in your body. Peter moaned as he hit your sweet spot, feeling you tighten around him. "Feel good, yeah?" You panted out, beginning to bounce again.

He nodded his head, knowing if he talked it would come out as babbled words. "Gotta use your words Petey." He bit his lip before answering. "Yeah, it feels s'good." You smiled. "Good boy, baby."

Peter thrusted his hips up, moaning as you clenched him. "Oh fuck!" You said surprise. "You like to get praised? Huh? You're my good boy, aren't you?" Peter nodded his head, wanting to please you. "Go on and fuck me then. Just like you did a minute ago."

And Peter complied with your order, tucking your head in his neck, knees bent, and feet planted on the bed and began thrusting in you wildly. Loud clapping noises and moans were heard around the room as Peter fucked you.

His balls slapped against the back of your thigh as you squeezed around him repeatedly, feeling all pleasure run through your body. Peter ended up hitting your sweet spot, plowing into it nonstop.

"Oh my god Peter, I'm gonna cum!" Your legs shook, back arched and mouth opened, filthy moans coming from you. You ended up cunning without noticing until you heard Peter moan and wet noises coming from your bodies.

You watched Peter's facial expression as he got close. "Y/n, where can I cum?" He was desperate for any answer. As long as you tell him where to cum. “Inside, I take birth control." That was all you needed to say for him to cum.

Peter came with a needy moan, emptying everything in you. You both laid on top of each other, catching your breath. "You were way too good for your first time." You both shared a laugh.

You got up and slowly pulled out before going to the bathroom to clean up.

As soon as y'all hit the bed, you were asleep, with you holding Peter against your chest.

The next morning you woke to your phone with texts from MJ.

MJ: Y/n, you okay? I heard you left ‘cause of Brad.

MJ: Y/n, are you gonna answer?

MJ: Brad moved, he's going to LA and doing collage there.

Peter woke up, nuzzling his head into your neck, taking in your scent. "Peter, you did so good that you ran Brad outta here. He moved to LA."

Peter had a smile on his face at your words. "You're so strong. My strong nerdy boy." You corrected yourself, brushing some hair out his face.

That day you and Peter became official, him growing somewhat popular and not only did you not have to worry about another guy messing with you, but you’re happy you got a nerdy boyfriend.

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whoreforpeterparker · 1 year

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on my knees

Summary : Reader gives Peter head for the first time.

"fuck Peter" you whimpered as Peter kissed and sucked on your neck leaving many hickeys to deal with tomorrow but in the moment you dont care.

This wasn't the first time that making out with Peter got so heated, this has become an everyday occurrence. Usually you two would try and study but you would always end up on his lap hungrily making out and grinding slowly on each other.

That was the current situation. your grinding against Peters very apparent boner quietly moaning your hands tugging at his shirt silently asking him to take it off. He got the hint and takes it off, the sight always makes you speechless even if you've seen him shirtless countless times the sight always turns you on.

"quit staring Y/N" He says with a slight smirk your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, you hadn't noticed you were staring "sorry" Peter gently grabs your face with one hand, other on your waist and kisses you, the kiss was sweet unlike the earlier kiss.

His kisses move to your neck he finds your spot easily making you moan. You grab at his hair and pull him closer, Peter groans when you grind down on him the pressure on his rock hard dick being so pleasurable he felt like he was about to cum right then and there.

Peters kisses made you feel like you were on fire every ounce of your body was burning up, you took off your shirt revealing your red bra that pushes your tits up perfectly. Peters eyes widen and cheeks redden "Fuck Y/n you are so beautiful" you gave him a smile and kiss him again sweetly as a thank you before it swiftly turned heated again.

Your hands wander all over his bare chest and down his abdomen Peters breath hitches when your hands reach the waistband of his grey sweatpants. You pull away from the kiss " is this okay?" Peter nods, you give him a nervous smile. You and Peter have never gone this far before and you wanted to be good.

" y-you don't have to if you don't want to that's okay" Peter says while giving you a smile " I want to" You said as you drop down on your knees in front of his bed and start pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time, Peter helps you by lifting his hips.

You gasp when you see his dick he was big and thick leaking with pre cum, you are still nervous but exited at the same time, you have been wanting to do this for a while you even researched how to give good head in preparation. "Please do something baby" You look up to see Peter panting heavily, face redder than you have ever seen before but it only made you more exited and determined to make him feel good.

You leaned down and grabbed his dick you then bent down and licked his tip tasting his pre cum. Looking up to see his reaction his head was thrown back mouth agape, he already looked fucked even if you barely touched him . without looking down you started sucking on his tip before slowly going further down Peter moaned loudly and looked down making eye contact.

"shit y/n you're so good at that" His words spurred you on making you go faster you jerked off what you couldn't take in your mouth. You moan as you feel Peter thrust his hips further into your mouth making you slightly gag. Peter quickly takes himself out of you " I'm so sorry are you okay? did I hurt you?" He checks your face for any injuries you laugh" Peter its okay it was actually really hot you should do it again"

"o-okay" you give Peter a quick kiss before going back to his dick licking from the base to the tip then spitting on it. You jerk him off a little pulling moans and whimpers from Peter you bent down and started bobbing your head on his dick drool slid down on his dick creating a wet slobbering sound. His hands went to your hair making a ponytail "fuck babe shit feels so good" Peters loud moans and groans motivating you to keep going despite the ache in your jaw.

Peter thrusts gently into your mouth, making sure he didn't hurt you. You could tell he was close to cuming when his dick twitched you quickened your movements moaning when his dick hit the back of your throat the vibrations from your moan pushed him to close the edge " I-im going to cum baby" his thrusts quickened and his grip on your hair tightened you made eye contact as he came down your throat with a loud moan.

after swallowing his cum and recovering from his incredible high he looks at you with a shy smile "t-that was amazing baby thank you" he says as he reaches for tissues on his nightstand you shot him a confused look his eyes widen with realization "wait did you um s-swallow?" you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out showing that you did indeed swallow every drop he gave you.

"fuck" He pulls you up and kiss you hard groping your ass. the kiss got heated your tongues fighting for dominance. Peter moves you down on the bed " Your turn" he smirks

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darling-im-wonderstruck · 9 months

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could you write something where peter and reader are having a study date, but peter falls asleep and reader just lets him be/tucks him in?? tysm

don’t want to miss a thing.

synopsis : getting peter to sleep wasn’t going to be as difficult as you’d thought.

pairing : bf!peter parker x reader

wc : 490 +

warnings : none ! super fluffy sleepy!peter is all you need to worry about :) (normal sized text belowww + this is college!peter)

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a/n : hi nonnie !! thank you so so much for this request <3 i actually whipped this one up pretty quickly because of the rush of inspiration your request gave me hehe :) hope you enjoy it !

it was nearly midnight when you started to notice peter’s eyelids practically begging to fall, his head was inching closer and closer to the surface of your desk. which, admittedly, was somewhat adorable. he’d been like this for the past hour, though it was getting progressively worse every passing minute.

you were in your room, catching up on some studies alongside peter. the boy found every single excuse to be with you, and when you said that you didn’t have time (due to your need to study), he came up with the perfect compromise. a study date.

though, by the time he’d come back from patrolling, it was already 10 pm, and naturally, he was exhausted. but you knew peter, therefore, you knew he was going to put up a fight rather than accepting defeat and falling asleep.

“pete, you look like you’re about to pass out.” you say softly, causing him to whip his head to your direction.

“no, no, no, no. i’m wide awake!” he shoots himself up, making you let out a small laugh, causing the tenseness of his body to disappear. your laugh comforted him.

“i think you need some rest. c’mon, this can wait.” you stood up and gestured for him to go to your bed, but he shakes his head.

“‘m okay, really.” his attempt to assure you was failing, given that he was falling asleep as he said that very sentence.

“you’re so cute when you’re tired.” you smile at him, he returned it with a lazy smile and continued to attempt answering a few practice questions on his worksheet.

“you think so?” he has a smug smirk on his face. gosh. you couldn’t help but giggle.

“just tell me when you wanna call it a day, okay?” you say as you sat back down beside him and continued your work.

“talk to me? tell me about your day, that’ll help keep me up.” he asks, keeping himself focused on his work.

“oh! okay then! well, after class, while you were out, i ended up coming over and talking to may, and she showed me a bunch of your baby photos, which, might i say, were so cute.” peter sat closer to you, and you thought nothing of it as you continued talking.

“mhm…” his responses became increasingly incoherent as you continued talking about what aunt may had told you. he was falling asleep before he began to realize it.

“so then, i asked may- oh, you’re asleep.” your voice starts with its normal volume and you quiet down as you realize.

oh.

he’d found a comfortable spot on your shoulder as you were talking and slowly began to drift off. you observed a small, barely there smile that he had as he slept. his arms were rested around your waist and his face was buried into the crook of you neck. he was finally relaxed.

you found it increasingly difficult to move at all, in fear of him waking up, so you decided that it’d be good for you to get some rest as well.

you press a soft kiss on his cheek (and you may or may not have taken a quick photo of him for your wallpaper) before resting your head gently on his, but you felt him move ever so slightly, so you lift your head up, and so did he.

all he did was smile at you, and you did the same, right before he rubbed his eyes and rested himself onto your shoulder yet again.

work could wait, this, however, couldn’t.

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teenage fever - p.p **

summary: peter helps cool his girl down after she gets in trouble at school

peter parker x reader

smut warning pookies 🤭

“got detention today, don’t have to drive me home :(“

peter saw the text the second it arrived, happy to see y/n’s name flash upon his screen. however, his face matched the emoji she put when he noticed what it said.

“what happened? i’ll pick you up and we can head back together after, okay?”

she left a little thumbs up on the message. “i’ll explain later, i’m just annoyed rn”

so, he waited in the parking lot for her. he never minds waiting for her, especially when it’s as rare as this. she never gets in trouble, she’s always been a good student, so he’s completely lost as to why she’s being punished. he sits in his car on his phone for a bit, still pondering why she may have gotten detention.

he saw her walk out of the back doors of the school, heading toward his car with her bag slung over one shoulder. he could instantly see the frustration on her face, and was ready to listen and be the best boyfriend he could.

she walked up, opening the door and sighing as she sat in the passengers seat. “you’ll never fucking guess.”

“i really don’t think i could,” he replies, looking into her face that almost has a smirk on it.

“my shitty calc teacher, right?”

“mhm, go on.”

“she reported my outfit to the office and gave me a detention for being disrespectful about it. all i said was that my outfit was fine! people wear shit like this all the time, and suddenly it’s a problem when i do it?”

peter realizes that he hasn’t gotten a good look at y/n today. at least he hasn’t seen her around school when they have this schedule. so, he takes his time now to scan the outfit that the math teacher supposedly hated.

her hair was pulled back lightly, a few pieces left out in the front. it shaped her face beautifully, the face peter admires every day. he looked down to her top, it was white with thin straps, the ends almost going into a corset-type of look. her waist was perfectly shaped, the one that peter always runs his hands down when standing beside her. the top pushed her boobs up as well, complimenting her lovely round breasts and cleavage that she showed. her shorts were just under her belly button, the dark blue showing off her hips and the way her thighs looked. he tried to sneak by a peek to her ass, turning peter into a hormonal freshman again. he takes in her entire figure, thinking about all the times he’s touched it, kissed it, pleasured it.

“you good?” y/n asks, her brows furrowing when they notice the blank stare on peters face. “babe, stop staring at my boobs, i’ve had enough of that today.”

“sorry!” he exclaims. “i think your outfits good- or hot- well you always look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

“thanks,” she smiles, seeing through his act. just by the way she looks at him, peter can feel himself getting warmer. every single time she fans her lashes while she looks up at him sends goosebumps down his arms, leading to his crotch as he shuffled uncomfortably in the driver seat. “you’re so funny sometimes.”

“what?” he asks.

“i just turned you on by stepping into this car, peter. don’t act all innocent on me,” she tells him, tilting herself more angled toward him. he notices the way her arms get closer together, pushing her tits together and peter can feel himself getting harder. “wow, maybe my teacher was right. maybe i am too distracting.”

she pulls a grin onto her face, letting her hand rest on his thigh. he shivers lightly, placing his own hand on top of hers. she places a hand on the side of his face, pushing his lips against her own. just by kissing her boyfriend, y/n could almost forget about the trouble she was in. she’d do it all again if it lead her to this, though. his hand brushes against her knuckles, lightly floating her hand over his sweatpants.

they are both fully facing each other, eyes shut as they fall into the others mouth. peter could always make her feel like they were the only people in the world, and no one else mattered.

he could easily taste the flavored gloss she had on, the scent instantly entering his nose as she inches closer to him. his fingers ran over her jaw and over her hair, admiring the silky strands on her head that he loved so much. he wishes the noises she made were louder, so he could hear her little noises perfectly, just the ones that turn him on more. it lasts for minutes, her hands trailing down to his thick biceps from all the crime fighting he did. her touch was always warm besides the cool feeling of her few rings on his skin. he let himself wander down to her waist, caressing the side before landing them onto her hips.

“y/n,” he groans into her mouth, pulling away slowly to lean his head against hers.

“shh,” she cuts him off. “i know what you want.”

“i want you to wear this every day.”

“yeah, yeah,” she mumbles, chuckling at him as he writhes under her touch. one of his hands still remains on her hip as she starts to inch her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. he can feel himself getting antsy for her to touch him, to do anything to him to relieve the pressure in his body.

his wish is her command in an instant, helping him to pull down the sweatpants past his crotch to reveal his boxers underneath. when she peels down the boxers, his hardened dick is immediately in her grasp, her mouth watering just by looking at his. she leaves a soft kiss on his tip, only relieving an gram of tightness through his abdomen.

she wraps her hand around his shaft, starting to pump lightly and gets the sweetest moan from peters lips. she adores seeing him like this, the way he falls into her grasp and lets her please him. “jesus, y/n.”

“i know, baby,” she smiles up at his blushed face while he looks at his favorite sight. she takes her tongue and drags it up the underside of his dick, wrapping her mouth around him and keeping her hands on the end. peters hands fly around the place at the intensity, not knowing where to put them until he places one on y/n’s head and the other on the side of his thigh.

she bobs her head up and down on him, sucking his dick with such ease that it makes him more turned on than he’s ever been. he hates to think of this, but he thinks of her in that class, her perfect body on display for him as the teacher eyes her.

the way his dick throbs and jumps makes her feel the arousal form in her heat, just knowing that she’s completely wet over hearing peters moans for her. she pulls back, letting the saliva form in her mouth before sucking her mouth back onto him. she looks over at his veiny hands clutching the car door, his chest heavily breathing and heart pounding. “y/n, fuck i’m really close.”

she signals to him that he can come by just continuing her motions on him. her extra hand moves down to his balls while she fondles them as he groans out into the thick air of the car. when he finally reaches his orgasm, his cum coats the inside of her mouth, settling in her tongue as she wipes some from her lip. he laughs when he watches her swipe some off her chin and swallow the rest, only finding it hotter as he gets hard again.

once peter catches his breath again, he loops his finger through the belt holes in her shorts, pulling them up toward him and he’s able to see the curve of her ass in them and he watches her thigh swing over him, just remembering all the times he’s been in-between them.

“wait,” he starts. “get these off.” he points to the shorts, helping her peel them off her legs to noticed the lacy pair of panties she had on underneath. he doesn’t bother to take her shirt off, not wanting to waste another moment where he’s not inside of her. “you look so hot today, baby.”

“thanks, peter,” she grins against his lips. “but i can just tell from how hard you are right now.” she grinds herself into his crotch, the fabric of her underwear rubbing against him, making him moan. he reached down, moving her panties to the side and runs his fingers through her warm folds. she pushes her warmth up against his dick, sliding his length through her slick pussy.

“you’re this wet for me already?”

“you’re crazy if you think i haven’t been this wet for you all day.” she whispers into his ear. “honestly, there wasn’t a period today that i didn’t think about you fucking me in this car, peter. even in detention.”

“it’s a good thing mr. stark tinted my windows, can’t see anything in here.”

she continues to rock her hips against him before he reaches underneath them. he shoves two of his fingers into her vagina, craving the taste of her on his tongue. she sighs out at the feeling of him filling her with just two of his fingers, only to be disappointed when he pulls them out again.

he brings them to his mouth, sucking on his fingers before reaching back down to his own dick, slipping it through her folds before sinking into her pussy.

they moan out simultaneously, instantly feeling somewhat relieved of the horniness they felt early. he still grabs a hold of her waist, helping bounce her up and down on his shaft as he moans out sweet nothings in her ear. “oh my god, y/n, this feels so good.”

she runs her fingers through his hair, ruining the small amount of gel he had applied that morning. his own arms reached around, pulling her into his chest and having her lean against him, his head fully in her soft tits and he was finally in heaven.

he reached another one of his hands down, circling her clit with his thumb and getting closer with the thought of him inside of her. he starts to tease the small nerves, making her moan out and pull him closer against her. “holy shit, peter!”

he starts thrusting up into her, using his lower body to slam into her repeatedly. he admired the way her boobs jiggle to the action of him fucking her. the coil in his stomach only began to tighten more, knowing that his second orgasm was close. he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to contain himself and resist cumming inside her warm pussy, but luckily birth control exists.

“peter, i’m gonna cum,” she announces, feeling his thrusts get choppier inside of her. “fuck, fuck, fuck! peter!” she utters out to each of his last thrusts before feeling his own release warm inside of her. the fireworks inside of her went off, feeling the intense stream of pleasure through her nerves. her heart thumps against her chest as she comes down from the high, peters thrusts only being slow and sensual now.

“god, i’ll never get enough of you.” peter mumbles into her neck, giving it light pecks as they both relax in each others arms.

“thank you,” she says.

“for what?”

“well, first of all for that awesome sex, and second, just for being there. you didn’t have to wait for me.”

“i’m glad i did, trust me. i’ll always wait for you.” he tells her, making a cheesy beam grow on her mouth. “i love you.”

“i love you, too, peter.” she plants one last kiss to his lips before moving back to her own seat.

lil extra smth

when peter and y/n walk in together, he slightly trails behind her, noticing the lightness and excitement in her mood. she walks into the room, the fellow avengers sitting around. sam, bucky, and steve were all playing cards games at the table as nat watched over them. tony sat on the couch, reading over something about him that was released in the news paper.

they hear friday announce that y/n and peter have arrived, and they surely didn’t expect a bubbly y/n in her outfit to come waltzing in. “hi, guys!” she says, looking around and giving them a nice smile as peter walks in, too.

“what’s got her so bubbly today?”

“i got a detention today!” she says, with no apparent upset on her face. “sorry we’re later than normal.” she looks at nat next making eye contact and winking at her as she skips away to her room. peter trails behind, almost shamefully walking away from the rest of them. nat just looks at her drink smirking while it swirls in the cup, knowing exactly what’s got y/n so thrilled. she gives a certain face to everyone else, signaling what went down.

“are you kidding me?” sam complains. “you’re telling me parker got laid today and i didn’t?”

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kurogxrix · 11 months

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Hallway Runaways

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

IN WHICH you are on the verge of taking Peter’s virginity on your 18th birthday, but god forbid your father and teammates just have to interrupt the moment.

WC: 3.6k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, tony stark is a warning of his own, making out, reader is Tony’s adopted daughter, getting caught, semi-public sexual encounters, grinding.

The sound of your heels clicking against the cold tiled floor was all that could be heard resonating around the vacant hallway. Well that apart from the few sounds of complaint that’s left Peter’s mouth, as well as the muffled laughter that escaped yourself. You were more than done with this chase, the hallways were dark and you knew that Peter had a better advantage than you in this situation because of his enhanced senses.

Why was Peter Parker chasing you exactly? Well it had all started while the both of you were just a few floors below with the rest of the avengers, where you should’ve been right now. Today was finally your 18th birthday, and having Tony Stark as a father meant no little celebration. Even if it was just with the people that you considered family, he’d find a way to make everything extravagant and boujee.

Though you had to admit as you looked past the overdoing of your father, it truly was an enjoyable evening in the company of the people you loved, a certain spiderman a little more than the others. Dinner was passed by a wonderful meal and a few dirty jokes made by none other than your father, making a reddish colour rise on Peter’s neck. You found his ability to get flustered by little to nothing so adorable, the cutest virgin that you knew, there was no doubt in that.

Everyone was finally settled, apart from the constantly arguing Asgardian brothers, one of which Tony had begrudgingly invited. The sight of the innocent Peter trailing around with his eyes glued to his phone aroused an idea from the corners of your mind. He was most probably scrolling on some news report about Spiderman, given the goofy smile on his face, and he could most probably feel you sneaking up to him because of his spidey senses. Though he played into your game, allowing you to rip the phone from his oddly loose grip and run away from him, not without throwing in a tentative sentence to get him going.

It wasn’t anything weird to Peter, although it should be. Two 18 year olds chasing one another like children down the halls of your father’s tower. It was even more absurd as you both got onto the tower's elevator, standing beside each other quietly like you both hadn’t been in a friendly chase. He wasn’t even sure that those stilettos of yours were meant for this chase, but he’d always be there to catch you heroically if you ever did fall back.

Peter couldn’t help a smile from forming on his face as he watched your figure stagger before him, managing to catch yourself before slipping embarrassingly on your face. He observed the way you bent your knees slightly before turning to the curve, running straight as though you had a clear idea of where you wanted to go.

To be honest with himself, Peter had developed feelings for you ever since Tony had introduced the both of you.

The smirk on your father’s face went unnoticed as you both stared at each other upon first meeting, unspeaking as you took in every single feature of the other in. His feelings only continued to grow for you as time went by, having his heart race manically against his ribcage as you treated his wounds with such intense care and a delicacy that he ignored you could hold, being a Stark and all.

Now as he ran with you idiotically, the suit that he had borrowed from your father swaying with the speed, he couldn’t help but feel an intense feeling of ecstasy. You both rounded the corner before Peter had spotted it, the familiar view of your room door. He was no stranger to your intentions, hiding away behind your closed door with his unlocked phone in hand. Not like he had much to hide, just the thousand word essay of confessions that he sent to Ned about his feelings towards you, nothing to fret about.

You let out a sound of surprise once you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your midsection, trapping you against a chiselled chest that you knew much of. It seemed like Peter’s mind had finally caught up on the fact that you could discover his very badly hidden feelings towards you as you held his phone in your hand.

“Thought you could get away from me? Must I remind you that I’m piderman?” Peter breathed out, his warm breath fanning your neck as he spoke. His hands were still gripping onto your hips unrelentlessly, making the option of you ripping away from his hold completely futile. Instead you opted with thrashing around in his arms, though the pair of you burst out laughing as you realised that your strength really was nothing compared to Peter’s.

The fabric of your dress scrunched up around your middle as you struggled in his embrace, riding up your thighs as you felt the cool air hitting the previously covered area. Finally, the thrashing stopped as you gave up, leaning your whole body against Peter as you craned your neck back so that the top of your head was flushed against him.

Peter gulped as he tried to ignore the feeling of you being so pressed up against him, in certain areas more than others. He closed his eyes for a second, head tilting upwards towards the ceiling as he audibly gulped. Aunt May had taught him to be a gentleman and to respect women, but god was it hard to retain the rush of blood ploughing towards his nethers as the girl of his dreams was literally pushed up on him.

Peter brought a hand up towards his head of curls, running a hand through them as he tried to soothe his nerves. God forbid he popped a boner right there against you, in the middle of the fucking hallways. He wasn’t sure that he’d ever mentally recover if it did happen, or even worse, if you reacted badly to it. Who was he kidding, of course you’d react badly to your best friend being completely bricked up from just playing fight with yo-

“Peter…” the whisper of his name brought him back to the current moment, his mind hesitating at your tone. You moved your body slightly to meet his gaze, and at that moment Peter had understood why you had called out for him.

Shit

He nearly let out a satisfied groan as your hips brushed against his, but he managed to save himself from further embarrassment. He was frozen in fear, unwilling to believe that his body had betrayed him in such a way. Though Peter was able to keep his spiderman secret away from many people, the evident tent in his pants was much harder to hide. Especially when you had already seen it, yet even felt it.

Oh and how much he wished for the floor to open up and swallow him whole at the moment, until the soft touch of your hand on his arm woke him up from his pity party.

“Hey, what’s going on in that little brain of yours?” you attempted to joke, bringing a closed fist up towards his head as you knocked on it. Peter tried to stifle a tiny laugh as you joked about the size of his brain, that for sure was anything but little. “You don’t have to be ashamed Peter, I-I mean things like this are natural and you can’t control it at times.”

You tried to reassure him, bringing a hand to caress the man’s cheek softly. Though his eyes were still full of humiliation and discomfort, looking for some sort of exit that he could run off to if anything went bad.

“If anything I apologise, I shouldn't have been all pressed up against you like this..” you knew that it was stupid of you to apologise, given that you had nothing to be sorry for, but you weren’t about to let your bestfriend drown in embarrassment any longer.

“No-no I mean, I'm the one that pulled you in and everything…” he looked away, avoiding your gaze at all cost as he spoke slowly. “Look, I’m so-so sorr-“

You cut off the rambling boy with the smooth slip of your lips against his, knocking him back slightly as he nearly stumbled from shock. He looked like the cutest idiot like this, his eyes wide open as he stared down at you to confirm if this was all real, though your eyes were closed, he reckoned that he should be doing the same. Once the initial surprise had passed him, Peter allowed himself to lean into the kiss more. His hands hesitantly but firmly regained their position onto your hips as he squeezed the flesh there, scrunching the already out-of-place, heightened fabric of your dress.

Your lips were so soft and they moved fluidly against his own, like they were meant to be together. Peter couldn’t help himself but pull you flush against him once he felt your arms wrapping against his neck, pulling out an audible gasp out of you as his little problem resurfaced once more.

Breaking the kiss, you both couldn’t help but burst out laughing for whatever reason. Maybe from the stupid flow of events, or most probably because Thor had slipped (with much consent) some of his Asgardian alcohol into your drinks. Whatever, it helped cease the previous tension that was drowning you both, now reduced to dust as you both stared into each other’s eyes so tenderly.

“I always knew you had a little something for me, Spider-man.” you teased Peter, bringing your other hand up to caress the soft skin of his cheeks. Holding back the urge to giggle at the rise of pinkish colour along his neck, you leaned impossibly closer to him.

“Oh and please, if by little you mean enormous, then sure u do!” Peter joked, making the both of you double over with laughter. Somewhat his joke was not even close to being funny, but something about this moment made everything that came out of Peter’s mouth so amusing to you.

Suddenly, Peter’s laughter was cut short as he felt your hand dip from his cheeks and onto the area at the back of his neck. He suppressed a shudder as you ran your fingers up and down across the shorter hairs at the back of his head, and his smile dropped completely as his eyes crossed your own. God, that extreme feeling of nervousness was resurfacing and suddenly, the tightness in his pants was made 100x more aware.

“I can help you with that, if you want me to.” you whispered quietly as if you were talking to yourself, but Peter had heard you as clear as day. The hairs on his arms raised at your choice of words, he knew exactly what you meant, and damn was he ready for it. The look in your eyes just screamed ‘desire’ to Peter, and he’d be lying if he said his didn’t reflect the same feeling. The shy little nod of his head made you chuckle slightly to yourself.

His chest tightened as one of your hands lowered towards his abdomen, caressing your way down his body. You maintained eye contact with him all the way down his stomach, searching in them if this was okay for you to do. His eyes were unrelenting, swirling with passion as he gave you the go to continue your hand’s trail.

Your left hand ended up on his upper thigh, teasing Peter as you were millimetres away from relieving the ache in his pants. You couldn’t help but admit that the fine material of your father’s pants (Tony had passed them to Peter because let’s be real, he was too broke to afford his own) felt uncomfortable under your own fingertips. You wanted to feel skin, raw, naked skin belonging to the boy that was currently looming over you.

Your other hand was still busy playing with Peter’s hair as his were still glued to your hips. Without any type of warning, Peter pursued your lips in a bruising kiss. The sheer force of the kiss nearly sent you tumbling back, but his strong grip kept you grounded. Peter kissed you with a passion that you ignored a virgin boy could hold, you could only imagine the things that he was going to do to you. Or the things that he wishes you would do to him.

Top or bottom tonight, it didn’t matter to you. As long as you got to spend the night with the boy that haunted your feelings, then you’d be able to die happy.

You both kissed until you felt your lungs yelling at you for air, breaking away reluctantly from each other to breathe in loudly. His lips didn’t stray much further as they were back on yours just as quickly as they left. Unexpectedly, you dipped your hand a little lower to cup the bulge in Peter’s pants, urging for any type of reaction from him. His first instinct was to gasp, the feeling of your touch felt so gratifying after the minutes spent ignoring his little problem.

You wasted no time to take advantage of his newfound pleasured state, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you led the kiss. Peter was quick to recover after that, his tongue fighting against yours for dominance. He was a little sloppy, and you could tell that he had kissed before but never to this extent. You weren’t complaining though, his eagerness sent a sharp tingly feeling towards your core.

The hushed groans and moan that left Peter’s mouth as you continuously rubbed him felt like music to your ears. He was definitely a very vocal man in that domain, and you were going to enjoy every single second of it. It was your turn to groan as you felt Peter’s hands pushing you towards the walls of the hallway, trapping you between his arms as you continued your assault in each other’s mouth.

When your lungs began to burn once more, your mouth left the man’s to rest your face in between the crook of his neck. He was so close to you, close enough that you could feel his hardened cock brushing against your lower stomach. You could hear his laboured breathing picking up the pace as you rubbed him faster, getting enough of the pieces of fabric that was separating you both.

Your hand rushed towards the buckle of his belt, only to stutter halfway as you wondered if he was actually ready for all of this. You didn’t want Peter to wake up tomorrow regretting everything that had happened between you two, you weren’t sure that your heart could handle the heartbreak. Though at the feeling of Peter’s lips leaving slobbery kisses against your neck, you knew that he was more than ready for it.

Without further hesitation, his buckle fell easily under your skilled fingers. Pulling the leather stripe from the belt loops made Peter’s hips collide with yours once more, making your movements rush with anticipation. Oh and you were so close to finally touching him, giving the man the release that he desired and deserved so much. Your hand pulled as his zipper, dipping into his pants just when-

“Wow-“ the familiar booming voice had you both freezing for a second, before you quickly rushed off each other. Peter was sure that his cheeks must’ve been beet red, not only from the previous rush of hands and feelings, but from the fact that you had both been caught by no other than your father.

You brushed your dress down, fixing the fabric that had scrunched up under his grip. You were burning with embarrassment, and as much as you wished that you didn’t need to face your father, you knew that you had to be the first one to do it. Peter was still busy fumbling with his belt, the leathery fabric slipping under his sweaty, anxious fingers.

As you turned around to see the probably disgusted face of your father, you were met with the sight of not one, but two other Avengers. Thor, that was probably too shit-faced to even remember this event by tomorrow morning, and the poor bruce that had most probably been dragged here against his will. If you didn’t wanna kill yourself before, this definitely made you want to start digging your own grave.

“I see that you two have found each other, given that we were all searching for you both earlier.” Tony teased, as per usual. Even after finding his daughter in such a compromising position with his intern, his first instinct was to tease you both about it. Sure enough, the disgusted expression did come afterwards.

“I’m sure they found waaaay more than just each other!” Thor laughed loudly, patting your father harshly amongst the bag with those huge arms. You watched as your dad threw the Asgardian man a look while Bruce simply smiled sympathetically at you both. Now that Peter had finally been able to fasten his belt, he was now standing besides you with a mirroring guilty expression. Maybe, making out as two horny young-adults in the middle of the hallways was not the ideal thing to do after all.

You both snapped your heads back towards Tony as he cleared his throat. Now that he had stopped moving weirdly to retain Thor from hitting him on the back once more, you noticed the cold bottle of champagne that was gripped tightly between his fingers. The expensive bottle cost nearly nothing to the billionaire, he lifted it in the air for you both to see, unafraid of it falling to its peril.

“We came looking for you both to cut the cake and have a drink, but it seems like you two were a little busy,” Tony raised his eyebrows at Peter, his eyes shaded by his dark glasses. You could hear a slight tone of irritation in his voice, but after all what dad wouldn't be after catching his daughter fondling with some guy in plain air. He sighed at both of your silences, clearly too embarrassed to even form the words.

After a few seconds of further awkward silence, you watched as your father tumbled through his pocket in the search of something. Checking every single of his suit pockets, he finally found what he was looking for.

“That’s for you, boy.” was all that came out from Tony’s mouth as he pulled out a piece of square packaging from his pocket, throwing it towards Peter, who caught it square with the help of his abilities. His eyes widened at the packaged condom that now sat flat on his hands, fumbling to put it in his pocket as he tried to mutter something back to your father, although he was quicker than Peter. He always was.

“Don’t need no lil’ Parker’s runnin’ wild round this tower anytime soon, one’s already enough,” he teased, whispering the last part to himself. “Now, I'm gonna call you both in around 10 minutes for all of us to gather. No Fonduing with my daughter in that time-range, got it Underoos?”

Although your father’s tone was playful at the start of his sentence, you could see his stare harden as he finished. You were drowning in embarrassment from the moment that they had walked in on you both, and your father running his mouth just made you sink further down the waters of shame. Finally, after what felt like hours, you were rejoiced to see the backs of your father and teammates as they walked back towards the elevator.

You heard Peter release a loud breath of relief once the elevator tinged, shoving your hands towards your face as you tried to shove the embarrassment away. Great, you were most likely sure that this whole thing had killed Peter’s boner. You wanted nothing more than to give him a memorable moment for his first time, but it seemed like life was really against you.

“Hey…” you flinched as you felt Peter’s hand upon your shoulder, suddenly turning around to meet his face. There was guilt swirling all up in his beautiful brown iris, even though none of this was his fault.

“I’m sorry for…all of this,” you mention towards the area where the 3 Avengers previously were, making Peter chuckle. “It’s a mood killer I know, I just wanted you to have a good time.” you looked down, all the previous feelings catching up to you.

“Aye, aye, aye. None of that!” Peter urged forward, gripping your jaw gently into his hand, the other resting softly on your cheek. You couldn’t help the smile that drew itself on your face at his actions, always such a gentleman despite the situation. He smiled right back at you, and you felt your heart race at the view. Nobody could lie and say that Peter wasn’t an attractive man, everything about him was desirable and you wanted to prove that to him.

“If anything, the mood is definitely not killed.” he muttered, making you tilt your head to the side in confusion of his words before he pulled you in again by the hips. You gasped as you felt it, his arousal that poked you once more by the lower stomach. Peter chuckled at your expression, feeling the newfound confidence radiating off his body.

“We can't fondue right now, but there’s a whole world of other things that I can show you in under 10 minutes.” Peter looked down into your list filled eyes as you sunk onto your knees. He gulped and damn if you didn’t show him a whole new world tonight, you offered him the whole galaxy.

this didn’t take the romantic turn that i was expecting it to but oh well.

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tomholland1996simp · 1 year

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Snap || Peter Parker

Summary: It’s been a long stressful day for Peter, so when you come over he can’t help but get mad at certain things you do. Leading to him snapping at his girlfriend.

Haven’t read over so sorry if there’s mistakes.

Being spider-man could be such a stressful Job for Peter, patrolling late at night, trying to juggle with school work and saving the city all made him tired. He felt drained, not just physically but mentally too. That’s why today he wanted to relax in his and his aunts apartment, alone.

However, Peter had forgot that a couple of days ago he asked his girlfriend, y/n, to come over to hang as the apartment would be free. So instantly when he opened the door after he heard a knock, his face dropped slightly when he saw her bright smile. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, he just wanted to be alone and be by himself for the day. Normally when Peter is stressed or tired he snaps out at people and gets angry very easily.

“Heyy, Petey” You smiled at your boyfriend, noticing the black bags under his eyes which you would ask about later if he had been getting sleep. You know that Peter is spider-man, you found out when you two were best friends, after the day he told you, you both confessed that you were in love with each other.

“Oh, y/n? Hi” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you walk into his apartment. Now he regrets asking you to come over, knowing he just wanted to go bed and sleep.

“Did you forget that I was coming?” You let out a little chuckle, placing the two plastic bags on the counter. Before going to Peters, you decided to buy his favourite sandwich from his favourite sandwich shop, Delmars. Then you stopped at another store to get your favourite snacks and drinks for you’re movie marathon that you had planned to do tonight.

“N-no, just didn’t realise the time” He lied, taking your bag from you’re shoulder and putting it into his room. You followed him behind asking him if he wanted his sandwich. “Maybe later, I just ate not long ago” He lied yet again, laying on his bed.

“You okay, baby?” You noticed his mood, normally your boyfriend was excited to see you, he would greet you with a big hug and a kiss. Then he would ramble on about his day or his patrols late at night.

“Y-yeah” He faked smiled as you crawled onto the bed leaning over to peck his lips, him not kissing back.

You raise your eyebrow, thinking he’s playing with you. “Peterrr give me a kiss” You whine as he ignored you looking at his phone. You then decided to straddle his legs, taking his phone from his hands and giving him a kiss. This time he did kiss back but he pulled away quickly.

“Give my phone back, please” He tiredly asked.

“No” You jokingly smile at him, but your smile dropped when you realised he wasn’t joking the whole time.

“Give my fucking phone y/n!” He snapped, snatching the phone from your hands and pushing you off him. He then turned his back from you, going back on his phone.

“m’ sorry” You mutter that feeling sinking in, deciding to go into the kitchen and help May by cleaning the apartment up a little. You hoped that after you was done that Peter would be out of his ‘mood’ or whatever was going on with him.

After an hour the dishes were finally washed and cleaned so you decided to go back into Peters room to check on him. Now he was sitting at his desk doing his homework that was due for Monday, maths. Luckily for him you were quite good at maths, that’s why he would always ask you for help.

“Want some help?” You asked, your voice coming out more quiet than usual.

He just nodded his head as he moved to the bed so you could both sit together. You then explained to him how to solve some problems, basically doing the homework for him as he laid there. You didn’t mind that though, you were happy to help him.

Your talking, however, was making Peter lose his mind, he just wanted silence but you kept rambling on about how to do his homework.

“Ahh shit, the pencil is blunt. Do you have a sharpener?” You look at the blunt pencil and then at him.

He then pointed over to his desk top draw, implying that it was in there. You nodded your head, standing up and going over to the draw looking through it to find the sharpener. “I don’t see it” Turning to look at him, seeing him roll his eyes making you gulp.

“It’s in there, look properly” He said, watching you struggle to find it, the noise making his head hurt.

“I don’t think it’s-“ You was cut off by hearing him get up from his bed, stomping over to you and moving you out of the way. He went through the draw and fount it in a old pencil case.

“It’s right here! Open your fucking eyes next time! Fuck sakes, your making my head hurt!” He snapped at you, shouting. He had never ever shouted at you, nor sworn at you before. He then grabbed the pencil sharpening it a bit too hard making it break.

“Sorry” You stand up fiddling with you’re fingers looking into his eyes but not finding any regret in them.

“Stop fucking apologising y/n, that’s all you fucking do. ‘I’m sorry’ just shut up and leave me the fuck alone!” He shouted stepping towards you making you flinch a little as he yelled. You know Peter would never lay a hand on you, but seeing him right now made you scared.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him but you couldn’t help letting a little sob escape your mouth. His angry expression fell a little, now realising what he had said and how scared you looked.

You then pulled out your phone acting as if you had received a message. “Oh, I-I got to g-go, my uhh my mum messaged saying I can’t stay tonight, got plans” You wiped your eyes with yours Peters hoodie, grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder, not daring to meet his eyes.

“y/n, no please don’t go. I’m sorry, Angel.” He grabbed your arm softly, not wanting you to leave, now regretting the way he had just shouted at you. Your his girlfriend, he shouldn’t ever raise his voice at you. He loves you.

“No, just don’t, Peter” He let go of your arm, hating the way you said his name. You never call him by his name, you always use nick names or cute pet names for him.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please” He pleaded as you ran to his front door, opening it and slamming it behind you as tears fell down your face. He didn’t run after you, no. But he couldn’t help but feel guilty, looking at the clean apartment that you had cleaned up for him and May. Opening the two plastic bags that had his favourite sandwich in and all your favourite drinks + snacks.

Tears fell down his face, he told you he would never treat you like how he just did. He wishes he could give you the world and beat up everyone who makes you cry, not to be the reason you cry.

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At school

You hadn’t answered any of Peters messages or calls. After he had snapped at you, you decided to let him be alone not wanting to be around him when he was like that. Annoyingly, Peter and you went to the same school, so you knew you would see him on Monday.

Now you’re walking to chemistry, which you shared with Peter. Your running a bit late though, due to not feeling the best today. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to face Peter again, you didn’t know.

“Miss Y/L/N, your late” You’re teacher told you as you walked in, everyone’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to meet a certain pair. You didn’t apologies or neither answer, your voice would sound too weak as you had already locked eyes with him.

You sat down in your seat, your leg bouncing up and down, wanting the lesson to be over with. Peter sat two rows in front of you, you just kept staring at his figure. He looked better than before, earlier when you saw him his bags were gone and his hair was less messy.

“Y/N since you were late, you can clean the rest of the equipment up” Your teacher told you as she packed her things up, making you sigh.

Once everyone left, you started putting the equipment away, like the test tubes and all the other things. All you could think about is Peter.

Smash.

You hadn’t realised but you had dropped one of the test tubes, the glass shattering everywhere. “Fuck, sakes” Tears pricked you’re eyes, you were so tired and you kept thinking of the fight with Peter. Did he not love you anymore? Are you both broken up? Maybe you really are annoying and you should leave him alone.

Picking up the glass, you didn’t care if you were cutting yourself, you were just upset. “Let me help you” You heard from the door as someone came to help you, picking the rest of the glass up and grabbing your hand.

This voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Shit your bleeding, here sit on the table” Peter helped you to sit on the table, grabbing the first aid kit and cleaning the cuts. You both stayed in silence in the classroom as he wrapped your hand with the hand wraps, making sure it’s not on too tight.

“Thanks” You mutter, keeping your head down, you was about to get up but he stopped you. “I-I uhh I’m sorry, y/n/n. I was just stressed with school and saving the city. I was doing too much and I was so tired, I know it’s not an excuse at all but I love you, baby. I’m so fucking sorry that I said all them things, I didn’t mean it, I swear.” He said truthfully, tears welling in his eyes making you smile a little.

“No, I’m sorry, I was being annoying..”

“No, you wasn’t not at all. I made you cry, you’re my girlfriend and I should never treat you like that because i’m stressed. I know you would never. I’m sorry” He apologised yet again, grabbing the sides of your face.

“It’s okay, Pete. Don’t cry” You smile wiping a tear that fell from his face.

“I love you so fucking much, baby” He smiled leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you so much, Spidey” You chuckle grabbing his face and smashing your lips together.

“Y/L/N, Parker, Hands off each other in the classroom!”

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stylesharrys · 1 year

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hii so ik ur not rlly answering requests bc ur still getting back into writing, but if u do could u could experienced!peter parker x virgin!reader him being rlly sweet and cute and stuff

A/N: Hiiiiii, this has been in my inbox for so long, but here you go, just a little blurb for all the Peter girlies x SMUT AHEAD! (this is more dirty than cute, I had the wrong playlist on LOL)

She asked for the lights off, didn't want him to see her just yet. But even in the dim lighting, Peter can tell her lips are plump and swollen.

Her hot breath fans across his mouth as she palms at her breasts through her bra, just as he instructed.

Such a good girl, he thinks.

"You're doing so well, petal."

Her hum vibrates against his tongue as he catches her lips in another searing kiss. Peter can feel Y/N's hips rolling up against his, and for a virgin, he reckons she's as eager as any experienced person.

"Tell me what to do, Pete." She whispers breathlessly, the rasp in her voice eliciting goosebumps to the surface of Peters skin.

He bites back a grunt, gnawing on his bottom lip to keep him from taking her there and then.

"Put your hand in your panties, sweetheart."

Peter doesn't miss the whimper that croaks past her lips. Can feel her trembling hand make its way to the hem of her soaking panties.

He quickly grabs her wrist, halting her movements just before her fingers can slip past the band.

"I want you to rub your clit-" he begins, replacing her hand with his as the tips of his fingers rub small circles on her nub, "-rub it exactly as I do."

A heavy sigh breaks the silence, her mind clouded by the pleasure of his touch. Another sigh is quick to follow when he removes his hand and pulls away completely from her.

"Now," he lays back, "you're going to touch yourself just like that."

Slowly, he tugs his hard cock free from his boxers, wrapping a hand around his shaft and letting out a hiss.

"And you're gonna let me watch."

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modernstoner · 2 years

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on his desk | p.parker

teacher!peter fucks you on his classroom desk.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warning: smut. not proofread!

w/c: 0.7k

a/n: ye, what the synopsis says.

peter was having a stressful day.

not only, did most of his students fail his test, but he has an overload of tests he needs to grade. he sighed, pushing the front of his hair with his fingers, he leaned against his uncomfortable chair.

he looked at the papers he needed to grade and mentally screamed inside. he felt a buzzing sensation coming from his pocket, knowing it was a message from you.

you always text him during his lunchtime.

peter got his phone out of his pants; "hey, i'm coming over." it said, shrugging, he thought nothing of it.

after few minutes, he heard a polite knock coming from his classroom door. "come in." he says, grading another failed test which earned an annoyed groan from him.

"whoa, there." you enter, holding a disposable container stuffed with sushi.

peter turned to you and gave you a weak smile. you walked over, kissing his cheek. "you okay?" you ask, placing the food on his desk.

he said nothing, grabbing your wrist, pulling you down, towards his lap. his lips immediately started to attack yours. you smiled against his desperate lips as your lips moves in sync with his.

a low groan came out of your mouth when peter started to kiss down your neck. "someone's eager today." you tease, pulling his brown curls as you threw your head back in utter bliss.

peter sucked harshly on your collarbone, making sure to leave a small dark bruise later. "gosh, (y/n), you looked so fucking hot this morning." he smiles at you.

"could say the same thing about you." you reply, leaning down to kiss his soft but chapped lips.

"hmm— i missed you— so— so— much." he says between kisses making you giggle. you slowly started to grind on his very obvious boner.

he lets out a low groan, pulling away from the kiss. you grind a bit faster, "no teasing." he warns before getting up, which made you warp your legs around his waist.

he gently puts you on his desk, shoving the paperwork away, some falling to the ground, but he didn't care.

peter wasted to time, swept your sundress up while you desperately unbuckle his belt. he pushed your panties aside, pulling down his boxers to reveal his hardened cock.

the red tip was already leaking precum.

he lines his cock with your aroused cunt before slamming into you, earning a loud moan from your mouth. your hands fly to his brown curls, pulling them a little.

peter lets out a low groan, and starts his fast and harsh thrust. he had no mercy, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you shut your mouth in order to stay quiet.

peter kept moaning and whimpering in your ear, his each thrust hitting your sweet spot making you squirm beneath him, knowing that you can't make a loud noise.

even though, his thrusts were getting sloppy, peter didn't stop. pumping in and out of you like a crazy maniac, the desk moving with him.

the sound of skin slapping filled the room. you felt a familiar knot forming in your stomach, realizing that you are close, you clench around peter which made his hip stutter.

"oh— fuck, (y/n), just like that." he grunts in your ears. you do as he pleases, clenching around him. peter throws his head back, closing his eyes before looking at you.

your face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth agape as you felt peter hand cup your cheeks. he leaned in you, capturing you into a kiss while his thrusts never stopping.

"p-peter, i'm so close." you whispered against his lips, a small string of saliva connected between you and peter's lips.

"cum, fuck, please cum with me." he practically begged and you nod, releasing it all along side with him. his warm liquid shooting inside you as peter slows his pace.

both of you out of breath, covered in sweat. taking a moment to breathe. "best sex ever!" he says in joy, extending his hand for you to high-five him.

you laugh, slapping his palm with yours, obviously out of breath. "we should do it in your class more often."

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ruewrote · 1 year

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𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑦.

PAIRING: peter parker x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: idk SONG INSPIRATION: talking body by tove lo WORD COUNT: 738

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you and peter had been laying in his bed for the most part of being at his house.

rewatching star wars, him telling you the most interesting parts, but as much as you were listening, you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that your face was pressed against his pecs.

occasionally glancing up as he speaks down towards you, trying to keep a good poker face, but were most definitely freaking out on the inside.

pete sat up a little bit which made you pull away a little bit making you feel a bit disappointed.

“y/n! you there dude?” he chuckled whilst waving his hand in your face. snapping you back into reality as if you weren’t just fantasying about your best friend’s washboard abs. no, of course not.

“yeah-yeah i’m totally fine!” your words coming out rushed and stuttered as you settled back onto his chest and resumed the episode.

your love for your best friend’s abs were becoming a problem.

no like seriously!

last week you guys had gym together, you had been holding his feet down as he he did sit ups whilst talking to each other, but you kept spacing out since his abs were poking through his shirt each time he sat up.

trying to look anywhere but him, your eyes locked onto another pair who had caught you in the act. ned. he just smirked at you and then looked back over to his partner and carried on working out.

you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment waiting for the class to be over and hoped that your other best friend wouldn’t open his mouth.

it had been about two weeks since the absolutely soul-destroying moment happened to you in the gym, ned hadn’t said anything about it to peter, but that didn’t stop him from teasing you about it.

“dude, you have a bad staring problem.” ned laughed at you as you kicked his shin before you shoved your face in your hands as you leant your elbows on the cafeteria table, shaking your head. knowing he would never let you live this down.

“i seriously don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, i had one thought about him and now they won’t stop coming, especially about his abs, like what’s wrong with me?” you fake cried and he just laughed at you.

“wait i have an idea.” ned had called peter over after he had gotten his food, making his way over to you two.

“what are you doing?” you whispered yelled over to him before putting on your best fake smile acting normal.

peter was now standing behind you - raising his eyebrow in confusion.

“can you flex really quick for me?” kind of used to ned geeking out over the fact that he was spiderman didn’t really surprise that he would ask that, sliding his tray onto the table, his hands slowly rolling his sleeves before doing so.

that’s when he did it, this had you floored. the vein in his bicep pulsing, your eyes skimmed over to his forearms which were now even thicker now that the muscles were tensed.

not to mention his abs were blatantly pressed against his white under shirt right in your face, peter had now brought his arms down, sitting beside you and started eating without question. you turned back around to the table before picking at the food on your own plate.

the guys spoke to each other back and forth about some school project that they were working on together. you were quiet trying to process what had just happened, the brunette turned towards you, it was odd for you to be so quiet.

cursing your shortness. your face was always pressed into his torso as you guys shared a hug. that’s when you had acknowledged it every time he’d wrap you up in his arms.

you’d had enough of his oblivious teasing and were going to do something about it, so as he was about to leave you...

“hey pete, can you wait a second i need to see something.” he of course had no problem with agreeing.

that’s when you had grasped the hem of his shirt and raised it, as you expected you were met with rock hard abs, running your hand over them, giving him an approved ‘hm’ and pulling it back down again and sent his confused self home, wondering what the fuck just happened.

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etoileholland · 1 year

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CHAPTER 3 - Candlewax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: none at all

a/n: it’s a miracle! I’m finally updating this fic! I know it’s been a very long time since the first two chapters were posted, but I felt as though I never had the time to finish. I do now, so I really hope you enjoy!

Tom couldn’t stop thinking about the moment when you kissed him on the cheek. He’s never felt more giddy over someone, and you were consuming all of his thoughts. When he closed his eyes, he saw you. When he had a free moment, he thought of you. He never stopped thinking of you, but with the happiness of you, a realisation hit him.

You were moving away to university.

The thought of you leaving filled him with immense melancholy, but he knew that he couldn’t stand in your way. This was a huge moment for you, so even though he was sad about you leaving, he had to support you wholeheartedly.

A few days passed, and it was now New Year’s Eve. Tom hadn’t heard from you since Christmas dinner, but he knew you were busy with the move. Still, worry washed over him, and he wanted to go and check up on you to make sure you were okay.

He was set to go to a New Year’s party, which was thrown at the Madison at St. Paul’s. Harrison was especially excited to attend the party, because it was rumored that the cast of Love Island would be there, and none of the boys wanted to miss out on that. Tom sent a quick text to you, and unenthusiastically continued to get ready.

“Are you coming?” Harrison bellowed from the other room. He emerged into the doorframe, adjusting his bow tie. “I don’t wanna be late--I’ve waited like all year for this.”

“I don’t wanna be late either!” Harry shouted from down the hall. “I need to meet Maura soo bad.”

Tom glanced down at his phone when he noticed that you had texted him back. He read your message, and his eyebrows furrowed together. “Actually, I think you should go by yourself. Y/N’s spending the night packing up the house, so I’m going to help her instead.”

Loud footsteps came within earshot, and a few seconds later, Harry was standing in the doorframe. “You coming?”

“No.” Tom answered. “I was just telling Haz I’m not gonna make it, you guys can go without me.”

Harrison titled his head to look at Harry. “He’s gonna go to Y/N’s instead.”

At the mention of your name, Harry’s face lit up. “Ooh, how exciting.” Harry glanced over at Harrison and gave him a smirk. “Tom’s definitely going to have more fun at Y/N’s”.

“Oi, I’m serious,” Tom plunked down on the bed, “I don’t want her spending the holiday alone.” He sighed. “She has no one else, and the thought of her being in her empty childhood home is incredibly depressing.”

A spell of silence fell over them, the air in the room instantly turning somber. Harry, who was now leaning against the doorframe, tapped Harrison in the shoulder excitedly.

“I know, why don’t we bring the celebration to her? We could go buy some balloons, confetti and some champagne. That way, she’ll have one last happy memory of her house before it’s packed up.”

The trio exchanged a glance with each other. “I think that may be the best idea you’ve ever had mate.” Harrison softly slapped Harry’s arm, causing Harry to look up at him.

“I can even bring my Polaroid.” Harry added.

Tom clicked his tongue, “Let’s do it.”

The boys went down to a party shop for the balloons and confetti, and to a shop to get some champagne. This took them longer than anticipated because the boys got distracted at the party shop, trying on every odd hat and mask they had, but eventually they showed up at your door, champagne and balloons in hand. It was nearly 10pm, and they had left almost an hour and a half ago.

Tom was the first to make it up to your doorstep, then Harry, and finally Harrison. They all knocked on your door at the same time, not stopping until you answered the door a minute later. They were surprised to see you in your pajamas, eyes red and puffy.

“Y/N,” Harry breathed out, “are you all right?”

You shook your head yes, sniffing. “I’m fine, really.” You leaned up against your door, shrugging your shoulders, “just, holidays are hard.” You choked out.

Harrison was the first to react, throwing his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. The affection alone was enough to almost make you burst out into tears. “What are you guys doing here?” You questioned, although your cheek was pressed up against Harrison’s shoulder, muffling your voice. “You guys are all dressed up so fancily.” After a second, you gasped. “Were you guys headed to a party?”

Tom cleared his throat gently, rubbing his hands together. “Well, we were. But when you said you were going to be alone, I was gonna come by to keep you company. And then Harrison and Harry both wanted to come by too, and Harry-”

“Who actually had a smart thought for the first time ever in his life.” Harrison interjected.

“Brought up the smart idea to bring the celebration to you.” Tom concluded.

You pulled away from Harrison’s warm embrace. “That was very nice of you guys,” you whispered , wiping a tear away. “Thank you, but now I feel bad because you’re missing out on some fancy-pants party,”

“Eh, who cares about a swanky party.” Harrison shrugged.

“We’d rather be with you.” Tom answered quietly. You smiled at Tom, and said “thank you guys.”

“Welcome.” Harry answered, “now let’s get this par-tay started!” he shouted as he held the bottle of champagne over his head.

You stepped out of the way so that the boys could pile into your house. The house was dark, and most of your possessions were already boxed up, taking up space on the south facing wall.

The hardwood floors creaked under every step--a sound that usually wasn’t loud, but now that everything’s been packed up, there was hardly any furniture to absorb the sound. Every sound echoed loudly, almost reverberating off the walls.

“Well, the acoustics in here are just fantastic.” Harrison commented, and Tom smacked him in the arm.

“You know, all the years I've lived here, I never once heard the floors creak.” You remarked, “Maybe because this whole room was covered with a large rug, and my aunt always had some music playing. So, even if the floors creaked, I would’ve never noticed.”

“It’s a nice home though, nevertheless.” Harry said, setting the champagne on the only remaining coffee table.

You padded over to the light switch, and once the lights came on, instantly the house looked less haunted. “You guys can make yourselves comfortable, if you want. I don’t really have any food to offer, though.”

Tom tied the balloons that he was holding on one of the legs of the coffee table. “It’s fine, we ate earlier.”

“I know it’s depressing in here, and I’m really sorry about that.” You mentioned, addressing the elephant in the room. You were standing next to an antique record player that sat near the front door.

Tom walked over to you, leaning his head against your shoulder. It was a simple affectionate gesture, but it had your heart racing. “Don’t worry about it, but that’s why we’re here to party.” He booped your nose lightly, which made you giggle.

“Are you going to party dressed like that?” Harrison asked, causing you to playfully scoff. You were in an oversized hoodie, a large pair of sweats, and some bunny slippers.

“I didn’t know I would be a guest on ‘what not to wear.” you joked, winking at him playfully. Throwing your hands in the air, you shuffled over to your room, locking it behind you. You quickly riffled through your drawers and closet, pulling out a pair of jeans and a glittery top. Getting dressed as quickly as you could, you admired yourself in the mirror, smiling to yourself. The boys were so sweet for stopping by, knowing them was probably the best thing that’s happened this year to you.

The boys waited for you in the living room; Harry fiddled with the record player to get it to work, and when he finally managed to figure out how to use it, he realized there wasn’t a record in sight. So, to remedy this, he put on a random New Year’s playlist he found on Spotify.

You glanced at yourself once more before emerging from your bedroom. As you headed out of your room, you noticed Harry standing in the now lively living room. He glanced up at you, and with a smirk, he pulled a long tube out of his jacket pocket. He pulled a little loop on it, and instantly a loud bang echoed through the room, releasing a flurry of gold and white coloured confetti. The sudden sound startled you just a bit, but seeing the confetti flurry brought a smile to your face.

“Happy new year.” You whispered to yourself.

—

The night went better than you could’ve ever imagined. You all danced to party songs and drank champagne out of plastic champagne flutes. Harry did not miss any chances to take candid photos of you guys laughing, dancing, drinking and smiling.

He would show you the best photos that he took, and you couldn’t help but feel beautiful. He made you look ethereal and glowing.

“You know…” you shouted to him over the music, “you made me look really beautiful in these photos.”

Without skipping a beat, Harry answered back, “darling, I don’t have to make you look beautiful. You already are.”

This brought happy tears to your eyes.

—

As it got closer to midnight, the energy of the room died down. Harry was sitting next to Harrison, showing him something funny on his phone. You were tired from all the dancing and excitement, so you sat down on the plush couch.

Tom had joined you on the couch, and carefully sat down next to you. He had left for about 30 minutes, but you didn’t dare ask what he was up to. You looked up to see that he was smiling at you softly, with his cheeks pink with happiness.

“How are you enjoying the night?” He whispered to you, as the music was at a lower volume than it was earlier.

“I’m having the best night of my life.” You whispered back. You watched as Tom’s face lit up into a smile and then into a soft laugh. “I’m serious.” You spoke up. “I’ve never smiled so much in my life.”

Tom’s face softened into a caring gaze, and you realized he was sitting very close to you. Close enough that your thighs were touching. It made you wonder how long you guys have been sitting that close to each other.

“Well, I’m really glad we’ve given you a happy night. You deserve it.”

You were about to answer him when Harrison shouted “it’s three minutes until the new year!”

Tom sat up and moved his body away from yours. You couldn’t help the small frown that appeared on your face, but that quickly subsided when he stood up and held out his hand. “Can I show you something?”

You nodded and grabbed his hand. He led you upstairs and towards the guest bedroom. He turned around to steal a quick glance at you, and then opened the bedroom door. When you both were inside, he let go of your hand and walked towards the window. With a wiggle of the lock, he slid open the window and sat down at the reading ledge just below the window. You remember all the fond memories of sneaking into this room, sitting on the ledge whilst reading whatever book struck your fancy, all while listening to the bustling noises of London from outside the window.

You sat next to him, making yourself comfortable as you leaned out the window. Tom watched as your face softened, and his lips curled into a smile. It was obvious that it was bringing up good memories for you, so he let you bask in the happiness.

He couldn’t stop looking at you. He saw a small tear escape the corner of your eye, and he turned away to give you a second.

“Thank you, for everything.” You whispered to him.

“You’re welcome.” He whispered back. As he answered, he heard a firework go off in the distance, and happy shouting coming from the streets.

“It must be midnight.” You answered and turned to face Tom. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year. Here’s to a good year.” He answered back. Tom had wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want to overstep. He was infatuated with you, but he wasn’t entirely sure you felt the same. So, instead of acting upon his instincts, he leaned his head on your shoulder.

The movement surprised you, and Tom, taking it as a sign that you didn’t want the affection, lifted his head and sat back up.

“Sorry.” He said, sitting up. The fireworks were still going off in the distance, and Tom focused his attention on the fireworks. You watched his face as he intently viewed the fireworks, and you felt bad that you potentially ruined a moment with him by moving away.

Acting with the bit of liquid courage that was still coursing through your veins, you pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips. You slowly leaned back, scanning Tom’s face to see if you overstepped. His widened pupils and eyes stared back at you, and he leaned in closer to you.

“May I?” He asked, his voice hoarse and low. Not able to even make a sound, you nodded your head yes and closed the gap between you both. He hovered his lips over yours, making sure it was okay to proceed. The suspense was killing you, but you loved how gentle he was.

As his lips intertwined with yours, you could taste the champagne from earlier. His lips were softer than what you imagined, yet he kissed you with enough movement to know that he was enjoying it.

You pulled away and hovered over his lips. The smile that erupted on your face couldn’t be helped, and you could feel Tom’s warm breath over your lips. In the distance you could still hear the fireworks and people cheering in the streets, a nice melody to accompany the moment.

His hand, which was now at the center of your back, was moving down your back. He stopped just at the base, and looked into your eyes. You noticed his eyes were slightly closed in a content manner, and you leaned in to kiss him again.

Not breaking the kiss, he pulled you into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and continued to kiss him fervently (look up word). His breath was warm against your lips, and your breathing intensified. When he pulled away, you only closed the gap between each other, and when you finally pulled away, he did the same.

Still sitting on his lap, you moved your hands from around his neck to the nape of his neck. One hand slowly moved up into his hair, playing with his curls. His hands were still wrapped around your waist, firmly gripping you. The lights from the firework’s illuminated both of your faces, and the light made his eyes sparkle like the stars above.

“We should probably…”

“Yeah.” Tom answered quietly. You slowly got up from his lap and fixed your outfit. He followed suit and got the wrinkles out of his button up and slacks.

He held out his hand once more, and you followed him out of the room and back into the living room.

——

The rest of the night was a blur, and the morning light that came in through the curtains signaled that the new year was officially here.

You were on the couch, and so was Tom. His legs were intertwined with yours, his left arm was wrapped around you. As you slowly got up to not wake Tom, you saw Harrison and Harry sprawled out on the floor, with their jackets acting as a pillow. The sight of them made you giggle, and you grabbed a blanket from one of the boxes and covered them up.

The floor creaked as you walked into the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea for everyone, when you heard some footsteps behind you. It was Harrison and Harry, each one holding a hand to their forehead.

“Good god, I think I had too much to drink.” Harrison spoke up in a grovely voice.

“We had fun though mate, that’s all that matters.” Harry groaned.

“Definitely, I really appreciate you coming round and cheering me up.” You answered, holding out a hot cup of tea for them to grab. “It was such a memorable night.”

Setting his cup down on the counter, Harry bends down and picks up a Polaroid from the ground. In it was you, Tom and Harrison holding your plastic champagne flutes up in a toast. Your faces were beaming with bright smiles, and Tom was looking over at you, while you looked at the camera. Harry handed you the photo, and you clutched it to your chest. “I’m going to cherish this forever, because I never want to forget last night.”

“Well, you know what they say…” Harry commented, “Hold onto the memories, and they will hold on to you.”

“Oi, didn’t Taylor Swift sing that?” Harrison questioned.

“Oh I don’t know.” Harry remarked, “I think I heard it in a Hallmark movie.”

“You uncultured dunce, Taylor did sing that.” Harrison added with a laugh.

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additional a/n: I have no idea who to tag since it’s been two years since I updated so if you’d like to be added to my new taglist lemme know!

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loverwebs · 1 year

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It's Supposed to be Fun, Turning 21

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Peter, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Warnings: Slight angst & mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1,700

A very tired Y/n stumbled over the bumpy sidewalk of New York, cursing under her breath whenever she nearly stepped in a puddle. Her purse was crossed along her body and a bottle of wine swung from her hand.

She made her way home quickly and in annoyance, not wanting to be out any longer than she had to. With that in mind, she took a shortcut through an alleyway.

"Ma'am, stop right there!" A voice behind her shouted. She hesitantly turned, about to blow the person off, before she saw the city's masked hero within a few feet's distance.

"Holy shit! Oh, fuck did I do something? If it's the wine— I'm legally allowed to own it! And I have my ID, so please don't arrest me. I'm not even drunk!” a startled Y/n shouted.

"No, no! It’s okay," The vigilante approached her.

"Oh, okay," She said, touching her heart and sighing in relief. "Sorry for getting all jumpy there. It’s been a long day."

"No, you're fine! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just gonna say, you really shouldn't be walking home by yourself. It's not exactly safe, especially at night," He explained through an overly deepened voice.

"I know it's not," Sighed the girl. "My friends tried to get me to walk home with them, but my place isn't that far. And I'm really not in the mood to talk to anyone."

She continued her path, glancing back at him to add a quick, "No offense."

"None taken," He replied through a jog, catching up to her. "Did you just happen to be carrying around a bottle of wine with you, though?" He softly laughed at her antics.

"Uhh, yeah, just tonight." She returned a weak one.

"What's the occasion?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"It's my birthday. I'm 21 now and I wanna have my first drink with my boyfriend. He couldn't make it to my party and the restaurant let me bring one home with me."

She smiled sadly, lifting the bottle up so he could see the written For the birthday girl, enjoy! that a waitress had signed in permanent marker.

Peter felt guilty hearing this. Not only because he didn't make it to her birthday, but because she still waited for him. Wanting to share the special moment— despite him having missed it entirely.

"Happy birthday, then." The masked boy spoke, voice cracking as he said it. "I hope you spent it well."

"It was... eh. But thank you."

"Why was it 'eh'?" He asked, holding his breath.

"It's just, I don't know." She shrugged, not wanting to get into it.

She pondered for a moment, then, "I'm not trying to be rude or like, ungrateful, but don't you have actual Spider-Man stuff to do?"

He shook his head, "Making sure you get home safely is just as important as any other mission to me... plus, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"That's nice, but I wouldn't want you to stop helping someone who actually needs it because of me."

"It's fine," He waved a hand in dismissal. "Don't even worry about it. I was pretty much done for the night anyway."

All she did was nod, not entirely convinced, then he spoke again.

"Sooo.. your birthday," He started.

"Right, yeah. It was fine, I guess."

"How come?"

"You're already walking me home, the last thing I want is for you to be my therapist too." She joked.

"Well, maybe I could help cheer you up... I like to help people. It's what I do."

"My friends already tried.. and failed. What makes you think you can?"

"I'd try my luck," He suggested. "Or we could walk in awkward silence."

She laughed at that, to which he said, "So what's got you down?"

"Okay, I mean.. like I said, my boyfriend didn't show up at the restaurant, soo I kinda spent the whole night staring at the door in case he did."

"Oh." He mumbled. "Sounds like a shitty boyfriend," He whispered, a little more to himself.

"He isn't," She shook her head a few too many times.

"He's naturally late to things, yeah. And he can't always make it to stuff. But when he is there.. His presence makes everything so much better." She said truthfully.

Peter hummed in understanding, his heart feeling heavy at her defending words. Here he was in a Spider-Man suit, meanwhile she wore her best party outfit. Not even cursing at the boy for his absence.

He didn't deserve her, he thought.

"Did he at least call? You know, saying he couldn't make it?"

Silence filled the air momentarily, which was enough of an answer. Still, she said, "He usually does..."

"Yeah?" He swallowed the forming lump in his throat.

"He— he always lets me know if he can't. And he did wish me a Happy Birthday! It's just— he's— I don't know what's going on with him anymore." She gave a teary laugh.

"Sometimes, it just feels like he's gonna break up with me. I feel like he wants to do it, but he's waiting around for the perfect opportunity, y'know?" She quickly wiped her now forming tears. "Sorry, I sound really pathetic."

"What?! No. No... You don't." He paused. "You— you really think he's gonna break up with you?" He dreadfully asked.

"I don't know," She gave a weak shrug. "He's like, distant lately."

"Have you.. Have you tried talking to him about it?"

"I've tried, yeah." She chewed on her lip nervously, thinking of the many instances where he canceled at the last minute when she intended on speaking with him.

"Like just this week, I asked to meet up after his afternoon class because I wanted to know if something was wrong, but..." She trailed off, holding back more tears.

"He canceled," He finished her sentence, wincing at her confirming nod.

"Right, and it's like, what am I doing wrong?" She added helplessly.

"Nothing! You're not doing anything wrong," He said through an interior panic.

"Doesn't feel like it."

They continued walking as Peter thought of the correct words to say. She'd laid her thoughts right there at his feet and he didn't know what the right move was.

He gave a desperate sigh, then proceeded to say, "I don't think he wants to break up with you."

"Seriously? That's what you're gonna tell me? You don't know that—"

"Hear me out... It's just, you know. Maybe he has a lot going on and.." He started, feeling overwhelmed.

"And maybe he hasn't been able to really tell you everything he wants you to know because he's scared. Scared to lose you. Or scared that you're already slipping away from him." He rambled on.

She slowed down her pace, tilting her head at him as a sense of familiarity within his words settled in.

He wasn't faking his tone anymore, and she wasn't as in her head as she was when he first found her.

"But you're not doing anything wrong, okay, Y/n?" He continued, voice breaking as he stepped closer to her. "I can promise you that."

She looked around to make sure the streets were empty before abruptly stopping in her tracks, eyeing him, when it finally clicked for her. She inched closer to him, while her shaky fingers tentatively reached towards the bottom of his mask.

She did so slowly, making sure he had time to stop her if he wanted to.

"Wait," He put his hand over hers. "It's not really.. It's not safe to do that here."

She understood and immediately withdrew her hand, taking a few steps back.

"Do you trust me?" He walked towards her, carefully placing his hands on her hips. With a nod, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Just like that, he aimed at a nearby building and shot a web, swinging with her in his arms. Her body tightly hugged him as they made their way to the rooftop of Peter's old apartment building. The same place they had their first date.

A sloppy "Happy Birthday" was webbed above the projector that was setup, along with blankets on an old couch that they’d made out on several times.. A few of her favorite drinks and snacks placed there as well. She noticed them as he gently put her down.

She once again turned to look at him, but his mask was already off.

"I'm sorry I missed your birthday, Princess."

"Oh, Peter," She frowned and went to cup his face. "Who did this to you?"

"It doesn't matter," He said softly, leaning into her hands.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I really wanted to... But I never knew when or how to do it. And tonight, I wanted to be there." His lips trembled.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to be there. But some guy had this really wonderful idea to rob a bank on your day, which caused a lockdown and eventually it led to a car pileup—"

She placed a kiss on his lips, shutting him up while holding onto the back of his neck in order to keep him close.

"I saw the news, Pete." She said once they parted and hugged him tightly, body shaking as she did so.

"Are you crying?" He asked through furrowed brows. "I'm so sorry I upset you, I—"

"I'm not upset with you. You don't have to apologize."

"You're not?"

"I mean, I was upset when I thought you were preparing some 'it's not you, it's me' speech on my birthday. And the thought of that hurts a lot more than knowing you kept this from me."

"I shouldn't have ever made you feel like we were gonna breakup, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to give you that impression. You have every right to be upset at me for it." He hung his head low in shame.

"Thank you for owning up to it, but it's okay now, love. I'm okay now that you're here," She reassured him. "And I'm really glad you trusted me enough to share this with me."

"Of course I trust you. I had it all planned out.. We were supposed to go to dinner first and then come here. I was gonna explain everything up here, but things just got all messy, as always."

"I just said it's okay," She giggled, tracing the spider on his chest. "Besides, I can't complain when you look this good in your suit."

She smiled at his forming blush and messed up hair, then leaned in to kiss him once again.

"I love you," He whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, Spider-Man."

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aalyssah · 11 months

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My Little ‘Bad Boy’

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Fluff!

Word Count: 3,500

Summary: When Peter sees you have an interest in some new bad boy, he tries changing himself, so you can notice him.

A/N: Our poor Peter changing himself for us. Hope You Enjoy!

The bells rang indicating school just started. You sat at the table with your friends Ned, MJ, and Peter. The class was loud.

Loud chattering and gossip was all around the room until the teacher walked in. "Class, please be quiet and welcome our new student, Blake." Everyone turned their attention to the boy who was wearing an all black, leather jacket, with a lip piercing.

"Be nice to him and make him feel welcomed. You may sit anywhere you like." Girls started whispering to their friends, already liking the way he looked. You turned back to your friends continuing the conversation until a hand tapped on your shoulder.

You turned around to see Blake standing there with a smile. "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit right here?" He pointed to a chair across from you. "No, it's all yours." Blake smiled and sat down. The teacher started to teach and everyone paid attention. "So you guys have a project, I want y'all to partner up in two's."

MJ and Ned gave a fist bump, saying they were gonna be together. "Hey, do you wanna work together?" You looked at Blake and gave an awkward smile, but before you could answer Peter did for you. "Uh, she's with me. Sorry man, go find someone else."

Your mouth dropped open in shock as you turned to Peter. "Peter, don't be rude!" Peter held his hands up in defense. "I'm not, I'm just telling him there's a lot of people in here and you're not available." You huffed, rolling your eyes.

"Well if that's the case, you go be with Flash and I'll be with Blake." Peter opens his mouth to protest, but you already grabbed your backpack and moved next to Blake.

Sadness filled his body as he watched you and Blake start talking about the project. He slowly got up and made his way to Flash. "What's wrong Penis Parker? Mad that the new kid stole your girl?" Peter cursed under his breath. This was gonna be a long day.

Second and third period were good and now it was time for lunch. Peter couldn't wait because you decided to make him one of your famous sandwiches that he hasn't had in so long.

He excitedly sat at the table, waiting for you, but when you came in, you brought another person along. "Hey guys." Everyone greeted you, but Peter just sat there staring. "I brought Blake if you don't mind." You began taking out your lunch and the sandwich.

Peter held his hand out, thinking you were gonna give it to him. "Oh, I'm sorry Peter, Blake doesn't have lunch, so I was gonna give him the sandwich." Peter's expression dropped as he watched Blake smile at you.

"Can I at least get a drink?" You gave Peter another sorry expression. "I gave Blake money for a drink, I'm-" Peter stood up, making his way to the lunch line. "Yeah, you're sorry." You wanted to say something, but he was already on his way.

The whole time, you talked to Blake, letting him in on all the latest gossip and pointing out all the people. Peter was going crazy without your attention, but even though MJ and Ned tried talking to him, it just wasn't the same as you.

The bell rang, indicating that lunch was over. You didn't even say goodbye to anyone, before grabbing your trash and walking off with Blake. Peter was still a little sad, but he couldn't wait for after school.

People ran and walked to the buses, but you had a car. You and Peter usually drive home together, since y'all live next to each other, but today there was an extra person.

Peter walked up to your car, hands on the passage door, but when he opened it, he was met with Blake. "Hey man. Hope it's not a bad thing, but Y/n's giving me a ride." Peter put on his best fake smile, shaking his head.

"Nah, it's alright. I'll just sit in the back." Peter sat in the back like a little kid, while you and Blake talked. It was almost like he was invisible, no one seeing him, all attention on Blake. Peter hates to admit it, but he's not liking Blake, no matter how close you and him are.

Peter's thoughts were back to your laughter. "Yeah, and then tripped over the ball!" Peter smiled, remembering "Hey Y/n, remember that guy that tripped over the flower?"

The car went silent as Peter was the only one laughing. "Anyways, Blake-" Peter's smile left his face when you continued talking to Blake.

You just ignored him.

It's crazy because before you met Blake, you thought that was the funniest thing alive. "Can you stop right here?" You finally looked at him through the rear view mirror. "Why?" Peter ignored your question. "Just pull over!" You complied, pulling over in some grass.

Peter grabbed his book bag and opened the door. "Peter! Where are you going?" Peter kept walking, not once turning back to you. "Pete!" The sound of faint talking was heard to be Blake's voice.

"Just leave him alone. If he doesn't want to come then, so be it." You agreed, got back in your car, and drove off. It hurt Peter even more. It hurt because you didn't try to fight for him to come back, and how you just listened to Blake and instantly took his side.

It took him 2 hours to walk home and the moment he walked through the door, May came up to him, pulling him in a bone crushing hug. "Peter, I was worried sick! Where were you?" Peter brushed her off, walking to the stairs. "I had to walk home."

He went to his room and closed his door, leaving a worried May. Peter never brushes her hugs off. Something was wrong and she was gonna get to the bottom of it. "Peter, baby. Open the door so we can talk." It was quiet for a couple of seconds before his door opened.

May walked in and sat on the end of his bed. "What's wrong? You come in the house after 2 hours, saying you walked home. Did Y/n not drive you here?" Peter shook his head, staying quiet. "No, she was riding with some else." May's mouth dropped open. "Why did you call me? I would've been there in 20 minutes."

Peter sighed, knowing she was right. "What's going on with you?" Peter didn't respond, still looking at things around the room. May sighed in defeat, not being able to get anything out of him.

"Look you don't have to tell me, but please make sure you're home by 10. I'm cooking something new and I want you to try it instead of eating all that popcorn with Y/n."

Peter finally shot up, looking at her. He almost forgot about that. 3 times a week Peter goes over to your house and y'all two have a movie night. He got up, going through his draws to find his new pajamas. "Then I gotta get ready!" May chuckled at his reaction and left out so he could change.

Peter knocked on your door with his basket of snacks and blankets. You opened the door with a SpiderMan two piece set. God did you look pretty. "Peter, I'm sorry for-"

Peter stopped you, walking into the house. "It's okay, Y/n. It was all my fault, let's just forget about it, yeah?" You nodded your head, hugging him. He got the smell of the new perfume you had, the vanilla scent he got you for your birthday.

"Let's go to the living room." He followed you, opening some sour patch kids. As soon as he hit the corner, the candy fell from his mouth. Sitting on the couch was Blake. "Oh, by the way, I invited Blake." Peter murmured, 'Of course you did.'

You sat next to Blake on the couch that could only hold two. Peter sat on the big one, grabbing the remote. "My pick." He smiled scrolling through the horror section. Before he could hit the a button, the remote was snatched out his hand.

"Actually, Blake's pick." Peter watched as Blake smiled at you and chose a movie. He didn't know what to say, so he turned to watch the movie. Honestly, the movie was pretty good.

The plot was reasonable, the acting was good, and at one point a jump scare came, making you all jump. You clung onto Blake, hiding your head in his neck. That was the last straw for Peter. He got up, grabbing his blankets. "I think I'm gonna just go."

You looked at Peter. "What? Why?" He thought about an excuse. "Aunt May wants me back for dinner, I'll see you tomorrow, Y/n." You notice the way his tone sounded. As if he was holding back. He left the house, after slamming the door shut. "Peter!"

You called out for him. "It's okay, Y/n, he'll be back." Blake comforted you, pulling you in a hug.

Peter walked through the house, smacking the door shut. "Peter, what's wrong with you!" May yelled from the kitchen. "Stupid Blake!" May looked at him confused. "Who's Blake?" Peter groaned at the mention of his name.

"Some new guy who's taking Y/n away from me." May laughed slightly at how jealous he was. "What's so funny?" May shook her head while stirring the sauce in the pot. "You're jealous Peter." Peter looked at her, offended. "I'm not jealous!"

May gave him a look. "That's what jealous people say." Peter groaned once more, falling back on the couch. "I don't know what to do! I just want Y/n to notice me, but she's all about Blake!" May turned the eye on low, walking over to Peter.

"Well, what does Blake have that you don't?" Peter thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. He wears a lot of black, has a lip piercing, and green eyes." The more he thought about Blake made him even more mad.

"Why won't she like me?!" May felt bad seeing Peter doubt himself. "Peter, there's nothing wrong with you, maybe you need to catch her attention." Peter sat up, looking at her. "How would I do that?" May shrugged her shoulders, getting up to walk back to the kitchen.

"Well you said she seems interested in Blake. Maybe you need to be like him, or see what he likes." When May said that, the idea hit him. Since you like Blake so much, he's gonna be like him.

For a whole week Peter didn't come to school and not once did you text him. It made him feel bad, but excited for his comeback. There's no way you would choose Blake over him.

He walked down the halls of the school, ignoring the looks he got from everyone. People murmured and whispered things about him. Peter had his hair slicked back, a jean jacket with a white shirt.

This was a different style from his normal look, so it surprised everyone. He walked in the classroom, everyone shutting up instantly. Peter sat at the table, giving everyone a questioning look. "What, is there something on my face?"

MJ shook her head, mouth hung open. "Peter Parker wearing a jean jacket?" Ned teased, bumping his shoulder. "Don't fucking touch me." Your eyes grew wide at Peter's tone towards his friend Ned. He never cussed and the fact he did it to Ned had you thinking otherwise.

"Where have you been all last week, Peter?" Peter gave all his attention to you. "Just been staying home. Did you miss me?" He asked with a smirk. You scrunch your eyebrows down in slight disgust. He was acting like a fuck boy. "Uh, yeah. Look, Flash had been asking about you for the project." Peter almost panicked, but hid it well.

He forgot about the project. The project that would count for 70% of his grade. He could not afford to fail. "Yeah, I don't care about that anymore." You tilted your head to the side, about to ask Peter what's wrong, but the teacher walked in, beginning the lesson.

You were surprised at lunch when he sat with y'all. "Petey, I got you a sandwich." You held your hand out with the sandwich, waiting for Peter to take, but he only slapped it out your hand.

"First off, don't call me 'Petey' and secondly, why don't you give it to Blake. I'm sure he'll want a drink with it as well." Peter got up and left for the lunch line. You just sat there, frozen from the shock. Peter's never done anything like that before, especially to you.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll eat it." You smiled at Blake, thanking him while eating in silence. You watched as Peter sat with a group of girls, wrapping his arm around a girl's shoulder. You could feel sadness and anger in your body.

Blake caught on and instantly comforted you. "He's dumb, don't be sad about him." Even though you nodded your head, you still couldn't stop thinking about them. You knew who the girl was because in elementary school, she used to bully you.

Her name was Rachel. She was a classic, rich spoiled girl. She lives off her Daddy's money and thinks everyone below her is a peasant. You couldn't take seeing them together anymore, so you got and left.

After school was no different than the others, but at least you get to have movie night with Peter!

You texted Peter what time he was coming, but the response you got made the smile wipe off your face.

'Hanging out with Rachel tonight. We'll probably watch a movie next week.'

You threw your phone on your bed, tears coming to your eyes. Why did Peter change? You couldn't think of any possibility that made him like this. You ended up crying yourself to sleep, until the morning.

The next day at school you didn't talk much. You didn't say anything to Ned, MJ, or Blake. They could all see how upset you were about Peter because anytime someone mentioned his name, your mood would turn down.

Peter was your best friend. He was there through everything, but right now he wasn't here at all. When Peter walked through the doors, you were happy, until you'd see who he was with. Rachel. They walked to the back of the classroom, sitting by each other.

You tried to ignore them through the lesson, but with the loud giggles coming from Rachel and the whispers from Peter, you couldn't take it anymore. You grumbled something under your breath before grabbing your book bag and walking out.

The teacher looked concerned as you left. "Can someone please go after her?" Peter thought about it for a moment, about to get up, but Blake beat him to it. "I'll go." Blake left looking down the halls for any direction you went.

Peter raised his hand for the teacher's attention. " Miss, can I go to the bathroom?" When she said yes, he practically took off, running after Blake. He found himself at the rooftop, listening to y'all conversation. "Why Blake? Why would he do this to me?"

You had your head buried in his chest as he gently rocked you from side to side. "I don't know, but he's dumbass. You shouldn't be crying over him." He peaked around the corner, just in time to see Blake cupping your face, wiping your tears.

He didn't feel sorrow anymore, he was pissed. You were already dating him? He's only been here for almost 3 weeks. With an eye roll, he went back to class, trying to focus on Rachel.

You and Blake stayed at the rooftop until lunch time came around. You didn't feel like going to class after everything, and Blake stayed with you. You both walked into the lunch room, with a smile on your face.

Peter watched as you playfully slapped Blake's shoulder, throwing your head back. He was so busy watching you that he didn't realize Rachel was calling for him. "Peter!"

Peter felt a slap to his head, causing him to look at her. "What?" She huffed out annoyingly. "Why are you looking at that ugly girl, Y/n? You should be looking at me!" Peter took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down. "Don't call her that. She's not ugly."

Rachel laughed breathlessly. "Oh, don't tell me you like her? Is that why you're always watching her?" Peter kept his mouth shut, not wanting to give away his feelings.

"Is there something wrong with you? I'm rich, I have money, expensive clothes, and famous family members, but you want a girl who watches movies for fun, reads books, and hangs out with the same 3-4 people everyday?"

Peter stood up abruptly, making everyone's attention on them. "You're so full of yourself Rachel. Don't ever talk to me or talk about Y/n again!" He left the room, everyone silent.

He said your name. He must've been defending because why else would he tell her to stop talking about you? You excused yourself, looking back at Blake. "Go get 'em tiger!" You rolled your eyes, before leaving to search for Peter.

The first place you went to was the rooftop. That's the place everyone goes to think or talk about something. You saw the familiar jean jacket and hair form the back. As you approached him, you could see a light. "Peter?"

He turned and looked at you and your heart dropped to the floor. He was smoking. "Peter what the hell!" You slapped the cigarette out his hand, stomping on it with so much force. "Y/n?" He questioned, standing up. "Since when do you smoke?"

"Since when do you care?" Peter clapped back with a challenge tone. "What's happened to you?" Peter shrugged his shoulder. "I could ask the same. You and Blake? I'm very happy for you." Your face changed into confusion. "Me and Blake, dating? Oh no, you got it all wrong."

Peter chuckled. "You don't have to lie to me. I know you like the bad boys." Now it was your turn to laugh. Peter looked confused as you laughed your ass off, wiping a tear from your eyes. "Me liking bad boys? No Peter, Blake's gay."

Peter felt like his whole world stopped at those two words. "Blake's gay?" You nodded your head. "He really likes Ned, so we've been getting close to try to get Ned to notice him." Peter felt like an idiot.

He didn't say anything else, sitting down, looking up at the sky. "Why'd you change?" Peter bit his lip, not sure if he should tell you the truth. "I-" He stopped talking when your hand slipped in his, giving him a squeeze.

"To be honest Peter, I thought we had something. I thought you liked me just as I did you, but when I saw you with Rachel I-" Peter sucked in a breath, turning to look at you. "You like me?" You laughed at his surprised expression. "Ever since I was 10."

A smile creeped up on his face at your confession. "I don't like Rachel. I just used her to make me try and forget about you, but you're always in my mind." Peter couldn't believe he just said those words.

A blush formed on his cheeks as he looked away from you. "Peter, if you liked me so much to change yourself, why didn't you just tell me?" Peter avoided eye contact.

"I thought you liked Blake! Y'all were so close, you brought him to movie night, you gave him my sandwiches, you even drove him home after dropping me off the side of the road!"

You held your hands up in defense. "To be fair, you told me too!" Peter brushed it off. "Look, I was jealous and I'm sorry, but I really like you, Y/n. I just wanted you to notice me."

You turned his head and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He froze, eyes wide open as you cupped his jawline, rubbing soothing circles. You pulled back, resting your foreheads against each other. "Just shut up already. I get it. You were jealous and thought me and Blake were together."

Peter nodded his head, looking at you. "Y/n?" You hummed. "Will you be my girlfriend?" You pretended to think about it for a second. "No date first?" You teased making him get nervous. "O-oh yeah, we can go to-" You stopped him with a kiss on his cheek. "I was kidding, Petey."

Peter finally grew the balls to kiss you, slipping his tongue in your mouth. "I love you." He mumbled under his breath. "Love you too, my little ‘bad boy’." You looked around just to see Blake giving you a thumbs up.

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