#tom holland and you

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a series of unfortunate events

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.4k

anonymous asked: Oh oh oh! What if you wrote about Tom and Y/N's first date and everything, absolutely EVERYTHING goes wrong. And while Tom doesn't think Y/N will say yes to a second date, which is super disappointing because he really likes her and he tried soooo hard, but of course, she wants to go on a second date with him because she likes him too!

A/N: thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy and requests are open! 

When Tom woke up today, he knew that luck was on his side. In fact, he was confident that your date with him would be the best date that he’s ever been on. He planned everything out, had picked an outfit the night before, and even purchased a bouquet of your favourite flowers a day before the date.

A week prior, when saw you at a museum in London, he knew it was love at first sight. Harry and Sam egged him on to ask you out, but the moment you locked eyes with Tom, he was weak in the knees. It took some courage, but when he approached you and asked for your number, he was surprised that you gave it to him. In his eyes, you were a walking masterpiece alongside the Monet’s and the Michelangelo’s.

After a week of texting and calling, he asked you on a proper date to a restaurant of your choosing. You chose an Italian restaurant that he hadn’t been to before, but he made a reservation to ensure that you two would be able to eat there.

The lead up to the actual date went well, even down to securing a reservation only a few days prior. It almost seemed that things were going too well.

“I knew luck was on my side.” He said to himself when he awoke the day of your date.

But boy, that would become further from the truth.

“Oi, what happened to my slacks?” Tom hollered across the shared house with his brothers and friend. He knew that someone must’ve heard him, so he exclaimed the same sentence again, a bit louder this time, but once again, silence. Tom examined the rips and holes in his slacks, and bounded out of his room and towards Harrison’s.

“Mate, do you know what happened here, hm?” He huffed. Harrison, who was sitting on his bed, slumped his shoulders forward. His gaze refused to meet Tom’s, who was leaning against the door frame. “When I took a shower, my bedroom door was closed, but when I got out, it was wide open. Care to explain what went on?”

“About that…” Harrison trailed off. “I may have left your door open after returning your charger, and Tessa may have…um…entered.”

Tom sighed loudly, and craned his neck upwards. Harrison noticed the visible vein throbbing on Tom’s forehead, and he lurched off the bed and walked over to Tom.

“I’m really sorry mate. I know you were wanting to wear that suit on your date tonight.” Harrison placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder, and gently patted it. “But don’t worry, it’s only small bite marks so it can easily be repaired to be good as new.”

Tom, who was silent, just huffed before turning on his heels and began to walk back to his room. When he was inside, he flopped onto his bed. “It’s fine,” he said out loud, “I’ll just have to wear something else.” He wanted to wear his maroon suit to the date with you, but now he would have to find a different one. There were other suits he could wear, but that one was his favourite, and he wanted to wear something that made him feel confident. “You know what?’ He questioned to himself. “Nothing could ruin my day, nothing at all.” 

It took him about fifteen minutes to find a suit that he deemed worthy of wearing tonight, but he knew that it was time well spent. Even if that meant showing up just a teeny bit late to your house. He was set to pick you up at 6:30, but he was leaving at 6:15. Your place was only about 10 minutes away, that is, if the traffic is good. 

Tom grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the house, not even bothering to lock the front door behind him. Getting inside his car and starting it up, he drove like a bat out of hell to your place.

The dashboard clock read 6:55pm when he arrived at your house, which was later than he would’ve liked. Anxiety was beginning to set in, but Tom tried to bury it. With shaky hands, he pressed your doorbell. “I can’t believe I’m late.” He remarked to himself, “She’s gonna think I’m a flake.” 

Yet, all of his anxious thoughts dissipated when he saw you.

You looked ravishing in that long dress, so much so in fact that it took the words right out of Tom’s mouth.

“You, um, you look..” He trailed off as he tried to find the right word to describe your beauty.

Angelic, Gorgeous, Ethereal, Awfully Beautiful…he thought.

“Awful.” He uttered. Once he heard the word come out of his mouth, he slapped his hand over his mouth. “Shit!”

Tom watched as your smile turned into a grimace, your eyebrows furrowing downwards. Stuttering, he blurted out, “I-I meant to say you look ‘awfully beautiful, yes.”

You watched as he placed a hand on the nape of his neck, his gaze diverted downwards towards the pavement. His face was beet red, and he was using his hair in an attempt to cover his eyes.

Talk about making a good first impression, Tom thought to himself.

“I’m so sorry.” He hurriedly uttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s fine.” You replied. “I trip over my words a lot too.”

He shot his head up to see if he heard you correctly, and when you smiled softly at him, he knew that you were really fine. “Really?”

You laughed lightly, “yes, don’t worry about it.”

Tom, satisfied with your answer, nodded. “Good, now let’s head out.”

Being the gentleman he was, he held his hand out for you to grab as you walked towards his car. He opened the passenger side door, and carefully closed it behind you. As he got in to the driver’s side, he took a deep breath before driving to the Italian restaurant that you chose.

The drive went well, with the radio playing a mix of oldies. A serene Beatles song played in the background, to which Tom hummed along. A smile erupted on your face as you saw that he was enjoying himself. He. You noticed that he was a calm driver, and drove intently and safely.

You sat up a bit straighter in your seat, but you noticed there was some resistance when you moved.

Well that’s odd, you thought to yourself as you tried to get rid of the tension of your dress. As you leaned to the left to look down at your dress to see where it was caught at, you saw that it was shut in the door of the car, with a small rip in the hem. There was nothing that could be done about it, and you didn’t want to bring it up to Tom, so you sat in silence until you arrived at the restaurant.

The restaurant was only twenty minutes away, but with the London traffic, it took about 45 minutes to get there.

Tom, now antsy from having sat in traffic, began to tap the steering wheel. He glanced at the dashboard and noticed that it was nearly 8pm, which was about an hour later than he intended to eat dinner. “I hope it’s not too late to eat dinner.” He commented sheepishly.

“Oh not at all.” You waved your hand in front of you. To be honest, you were quite hungry, but you didn’t want to make Tom feel even worse than you knew he was probably already feeling. Tom turned off the car and did a jog to your side of the car. Before he could open it, you went to grab the hem of your dress that was caught in the door at the exact time that Tom was opening the door, which caused the bottom of your dress to rip.

The look on both of your faces were in complete shock, as both of your gazes moved to the ripped fabric in your hand.

“I am so sorry.” He gasped, “I had no idea that your dress was caught in the door, and I would’ve been more careful had I known.” His words strung together in one fast sentence, his face becoming beet red again.

You couldn’t hide the frown that came over your own face, but you dismissed the accident. “Just goes to show that the material is cheap quality.” You shrugged.

Tom couldn’t believe it. Here he had ripped your dress, and shown up late, which made you late for your reservation.

“Oh no, the reservation!” He exclaimed as he grabbed your hand and hurriedly rushed you inside the restaurant. As he made his way to the maître d'hôtel, he took a deep breath before speaking. “A reservation for two, under the name Tom Holland.”

The maître d'hôtel looked at the reservation book, and his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry Mr. Holland, but your name is not on here.”

Registering what the man said, Tom’s mouth contorted into a frown. “Are you sure? I made the reservation a few days ago, which I know is short notice, but I was told that the reservation was set.”

The maître d'hôtel looked Tom straight in the eye with a matter of fact tone. “I can assure you that you are not reserved for tonight. Would you like me to check to see if you’ve been scheduled for another night?”

Tom nodded and waited for the man to inform him of when the reservation was. He looked over his shoulder to see you standing near the doorway, and he gave you a small smile.

“Huh.” The maître d'hôtel remarked. “It seems that you made a reservation for the 2nd of February of next year.”

“So you mean to tell me I booked a reservation for today’s date next year?”

“That’s correct.”

“You’ve gotta be joking”

“Do I look like I’m joking, Mr. Holland?” The maître d'hôtel asked flatly. Tom looked around to see that others were watching him, and he shrugged his shoulders. He felt your presence right next to him, and he watched as you leaned against the podium.

“Is there a problem?” You asked Tom.

“Well, we don’t have a reservation for tonight, but we do have one for next year.”

“Oh.” You answered as you looked at the head waiter. “Even though we don’t have a reservation tonight, is there any chance we could still eat here?”

The man shook his head. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have an open table tonight.”

Dejected, Tom turned to give you a sad look. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine.” You said to Tom. “But we would like to keep that reservation.” You commented confidently. Both the maître d'hôtel and Tom gave you a shocked look, but you didn’t react to their reactions.

“Well then, have a nice night, and sorry for the confusion. See you both next year.”

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Tom held open the door for you, and stood in the center of the sidewalk. He watched as people weaved around you two, and he brought his hands up to his face. “I’ve blown it.” He exasperatedly stated. “I cannot believe I’ve blown it.”

You stepped closer to Tom and placed your hand on his arm. “You’ve gotta admit, it is pretty funny that you managed to book a reservation for next year.” You chuckled in an attempt to soften the mood. Tom didn’t laugh at your remark, instead he glanced at the ground.

“I was late to pick you up, and I closed your dress in the car door and now it’s all ruined. And to make it worse, I somehow managed to make a reservation for next year. So now it’s past 8pm and we still haven’t eaten dinner, and now I’m just remembering that I had bought you flowers that are still sitting on my kitchen counter.” Tom rambled hurriedly. He was shifting his weight from the ball of his foot to his heel, his gaze still fixed to the ground. “And I can’t even look you in the eye to tell you that I’ve royally screwed up this date.” He threw his hands in the air, and allowed them to fall heavily.

You took a minute to ponder what Tom had brought up. Yes, he had ruined your dress and showed up late, and he did somehow manage to fumble the reservation. But to be completely honest, these events didn’t change the way you saw him. You still liked him, even if the night didn’t go well—nothing could change that. “Do you really think you ruined the date?”

Tom’s gaze shot up from the ground to meet yours. His eyes scanned your face to see if you were lying, but when you gave him a soft smile, his eyes softened. “I didn’t ruin the date?” He took a step closer to you, and put his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “B-But I ruined your dress and the reservation and—”

“Honestly, this is the most memorable date I’ve ever been on.” You clicked your tongue and laughed. “If it were anyone else, I would’ve been fuming that the night didn’t go as planned, but with you—” You took a step towards Tom, closing the gap between you two. As you reached up to fix a fallen curl off of his forehead, you felt him soften under your touch. He reached for your wrist and placed it to your side, only before grabbing your hand.  “I’m just glad that you even asked me on a date. And to be completely honest, it doesn't matter what restaurant we go to, or what goes wrong. I’m just happy to spend time with you.”

Tom looked into your eyes, and cocked his head to the right. You two were standing only inches apart, and you placed a delicate kiss on his cheek. “At least we’ll get to try the Italian restaurant next year.”

Tom threw his head back and guffawed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his laughter. When he stopped laughing, he placed his hand on your back. “Even though the date isn’t over yet, and while I’m feeling confident, will I get a second date with you?” He inquired, his hands still in his pockets. 

“Only if you buy me dinner tonight.” You smirked.

“I’ll buy you dinner forever, if you’ll let me.” He smiled.

You smiled back at Tom, but placed a hand on your stomach. “I’m serious, I’m actually  really hungry now.”

“Me too.” He answered back, “where would you like to go?”

As if on cue, you both looked around at the shops that lined the street. Since it was late, a lot of places weren’t open, but one restaurant was.

“I know where we can go.” You smirked.

You two were the fanciest dressed at Shake Shack, as you shared a milkshake with your meals. Tom would occasionally feed you a fry, and you would do the same. As you ate, you both cracked jokes and enjoyed each other’s company.

It didn’t matter where you went, or when a where you would end up eating dinner at—all that mattered was that you were spending time together, with him. 

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No Blood Left in the Water

Wipeout - Chapter 11

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: After this is just the epilogue! I hope you guys enjoy! Pretty please let me know what you think! I love getting feedback, it’s a really big motivator to me. Reblogs and comments are the best way for you to let me know what you think and I really really appreciate them! If you want to give me some anonymous feedback or just talk feel free to drop in my inbox! Also I’ve lessened my work load for this term so I should be back to posting more regularly after this. I love you guys xx

Warnings: Angst, fighting, crying

Summary: You and Tom sit down for a much needed talk

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You woke up feeling groggy and anxious. It was still pouring outside and although it was already after 9 am, the sky was still black. The wind rattled your windows, it felt almost taunting, like the universe was daring you to get out of bed, daring you to try and step outside. You didn’t heed the warning though, you dragged yourself out of bed and straight to the shower.

After a needlessly long shower you plopped yourself on back down on your bed and got ready to call Tom. You weren’t sure what to say. It wasn’t the kind of talk you could do over the phone, but you were worried you wouldn’t be able to spit it out in person. Staring at the phone was only making your nerves worse though, it was better to rip off the band aid and get it over with.

Tom picked up on the first ring, “Hi,” he sounded more dull than usual, not like he was angry or anything, just tired, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you replied before clearing your throat, “Are you busy today?”

“No, I don’t work, and I wasn’t gonna do anything,” he paused for a second, “Do you wanna hang out or something?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you nodded, “I would suggest surfing or something but you know…”

“Yeah, probably better to hang out inside. It’s a little crowded at my house though. I, um, I’d rather it was just us you know?”

“Me too,” you agreed, “Well maybe we could drive up to the north beach or something? We can just sit in my car.”

“We can take mine,” he offered, “I put the roof and the doors on when I saw the storm warning. It’s a little roomier and you know… It’s sort of special right?”

Your heart jumped in your chest, “Yeah, it is. Well I can meet up whenever, I’m all ready to go.”

“Cool, I’ll come get you then,” he cleared his throat, “Be there in ten?”

“Okay.”

With that you hung up. You decided to bundle up in some thick leggings and an oversized sweater. Perfect moody clothing, something you could bury yourself in if you started to cry.

Tom arrived exactly ten minutes later. You ran out to his car with your head down, attempting to shield yourself from the rain. It seemed oddly confining to have the doors and the roof on the Jeep, but sitting in his passenger seat made you feel like you were further away than you ever had been.

“This is weird,” you commented as you ran your hand over the door.

“Yeah, it’s like a whole different car,” he kept facing forward, refusing to turn towards you. He still didn’t seem angry though, “You can still sit in the middle if you want.”

“That’s alright,” you blushed and put your hands against one of the vents, “I want to be in front of the heater.”

He nodded, “Right. Let me know if you need my jacket.”

“Thanks.”

He started driving, you were both awkward and quiet. You were trying to plan out the conversation in your mind, wondering how the best way to start was. Tom was focused on driving, you seemed to be the only people on the road that day. You were both totally silent until you spotted the turn in for the beach. You cleared your throat as he turned in.

“Have you ever gone out surfing in a storm?” you asked.

He shook his head, “No, not when there's thunder or anything at least. A little rain is fine, but going out like this would be way too dangerous.”

“That makes sense,” you mumbled as he put the car in park, “Maybe we should have gotten drinks or something.”

He nodded, “Yeah, that would have been a good idea.”

You both fell silent again, not even glancing at each other. You watched violent waves crash against the shore while rain pounded against the roof of the car. There was only so long you could dance around it.

You took a deep breath, “Harrison called me last night.”

He stiffened, “What about?”

“He said you and Adrien got into a fight,” you left it there, hoping he would elaborate on his own.

“Yeah, we did,” he licked his lips, “If you’re gonna scold me or something I don’t want to hear it, he deserved it.”

“I’m not gonna scold you Tom,” you blushed, “I just want to know what happened.”

“He pissed me off.”

“Tom,” you groaned, “Come on, I need more than that. And will you stop just staring out the window? I’m trying to talk to you.”

“He said some shit about you and I hit him, I’ll do it again too, that asshole’s not good enough for you,” he turned towards you only slightly.

You noticed it then, some bruising around his nose. You sighed and moved to the middle seat. You took his jaw and forced him to look at you. He had a black eye.

“Tom,” you sighed, touching his cheek gently, “This is from him?”

“Trust me he looked worse,” he pursed his lips, “It’s just a black eye (y/n), I’ve had a lot worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

He scoffed, “Don’t apologize, I started it.”

“Because of me.”

“Yeah, cause he was being a dick, I wasn’t gonna let him just talk shit about you.”

“What did he say?”

“He said your date was shitty and called your boring, and he was just being…” he huffed, “I don’t know, it was just the way he was saying shit, calling you my fuck buddy and shit, it sounded really objectifying, it pissed me off.”

You crinkled your nose, “Yeah, I probably would have hit him too. Thanks for defending me.”

“Don’t thank me for that, any decent friend would have yelled at him at least,” his eyes darted down before meeting yours again, “I mean it, he’s not good enough for you. You deserve a lot better than that.”

Your cheeks flushed, “It wouldn’t have worked either way, we didn’t really connect on anything.”

“Yeah cause he’s boring, and a dick,” he scoffed, “Trust me you can find someone a lot better than him.”

You already had. You had someone better than anything you could ever imagine. The prettiest boy you’d ever met, sitting right in front of you. He’d snatched your heart right out of your chest and there seemed to be no way to get it back.

“Yeah, he’s not really what I want,” you glanced to the side, unable to meet his eyes, “There’s some other stuff we need to talk about too.”

He stiffened again, “London?”

“Well that, and things have just been weird lately,” you took a deep breath, “I-I mean you kind of freaked out when I told you Adrien asked me out and I don’t mean to make you feel bad or something Tom but I spent the whole week crying over you…”

His eyes widened, “Flower…” he seemed to be searching for his words, “Y-You should have called, I’m sorry. I-I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad or anything.”

“I know,” your stomach was beginning to churn. Your nerves were burning again, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold your tears back for very long, “I know you weren’t trying too, but you did. A-And that wasn’t entirely your fault, a lot of this is on me, but just… I don’t know Tom, that talk made me feel really awful.”

“I’m so sorry,” he was quick to cup your face, “Really, I mean it.”

Looking over at him all you wanted was a few simple words. You wanted him to tell you he loved you and that it’d be okay. You wished he could read your mind because you couldn’t spit it out. You couldn’t tell him that it was your own fault you felt bad, that you felt bad because you loved him and you wanted him. You didn’t want Adrien or London or anything else, you wanted Tom, just Tom. Why was that so hard to say?

“Tom I-” you cut yourself off, your throat burned, “I’m scared.”

His expression fell as you started to cry. He pulled you into him, letting you sob into his chest. He cooed softly at you, holding your firm against him while he smoothed over your head.

“There’s nothing to be scared of Flower, it’s just me, you know you can tell me anything,” he attempted to sooth you but it only made you cry even harder.

You couldn’t catch your breath or even think really. Tom had no idea what to do or what to say. He just kissed the top of your head and kept you firm against him. You were sniffling and shaking and he just wanted to make you feel better.

“Is it about London?” he tried again, “I know it’s a great opportunity but you don’t have to go.”

He was being selfish trying to persuade you to stay, he knew that. He wanted you to stay there with him, for everything to just go back to normal. He probably should have encouraged you to go, told you how it wouldn’t be so bad once you got there. He wanted to put you first, but he couldn’t stand to see you sobbing like that. He wanted to make you feel better, and he wanted to make sure he was there for you anytime you started crying.

“You can stay here if it’s scary,” he kissed your head again.

“It’s not about London Tom!” you cried against him before forcing yourself to sit up again. You wiped your eyes and took a deep breath, a poor attempt to put yourself back together, “I mean it is, kind of, but not really,” you let out a frustrated groan.

Your head fell and you grabbed the back of your neck. You were angry with yourself, for your inability to sort out your feelings. For breaking down in tears instead of just spitting it all out. For selfishly wanting to put a boy before your future.

“I spent the entire date thinking about you,” you confessed, “I spent the whole week thinking about you. The only reason I haven’t said yes to London is you, because I can’t stand the idea of being that far away from you. It’s all about you Tom, and I don’t know what to do, I’ve never felt like this before.”

Tom’s eyes widened in shock. His body tensed and froze. You hadn’t raised your head to him, half hoping he wouldn’t hear what you were mumbling. His brain was struggling to process what you’d said.

“Me?” was all he managed.

“Yes you idiot!” another sob left your chest, you sobbed for a minute before you continued in a small, weak voice, “Sorry, you’re not an idiot, I-I’m just frustrated.”

“(y/n),” he responded softly, wrapped his arm around your hunched over form, “Come on, you know I don’t care if you call me an idiot,” he pushed on your shoulder, trying to get you to sit up again, “If I have to look at you then you’ve got to look at me too.”

You didn’t want to look at him, reluctantly you let him pull you back up. He wiped your puffy red eyes with his thumbs. His lips curled up to a smile, it was as warm and comforting as ever.

“I hate it when you cry, it makes me want to cry too,” he wiped your eyes again, “I’m sorry you’ve had to think about me so much, that must suck.”

A laugh broke through your tears and your head fell onto his shoulder, “You really are an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know,” he agreed, hugging you against him again. You buried your face in his neck and he pressed his lips against your forehead, “I’m scared too you know? I’m scared of you moving, I’m scared of you loving someone else,” he sighed, “And I’ve never felt like this either, like ever.”

Your heart thudded against your chest. You felt safe tucked away against him. You didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking him for more, by making him elaborate. Luckily he continued for you.

“When I was in Hawaii you were all I could think about, I’ve never missed anyone that much, ever,” he sighed, “A-And when you got that email about the internship you know I totally freaked. I opened it even though I shouldn’t have, and I got so freaked out I even thought about deleting it. I know that’s awful, but it’s true, I was just terrified by the thought of you leaving, that we’d always be far away, that I’d have to miss you all the time. Obviously I didn’t, and I never would have been able to do that to you, but you know it made me realize how different I feel about you compared to, well, everyone. It’s really scary, all of it. But I want you to know that I love you, more than anything, and all I want is for you to be happy (y/n).”

You held your breath as his words settled in. You weren’t sure if you wanted to kiss him or yell or just cry some more.

“I’m happy here,” you confessed, “I’m happy with you Tom. I love you, I don’t want anything else.”

You were both quiet. That was what you needed, to be held by him, to know he loved you how you loved him. Tom kissed your forehead and squeezed you tight. He smiled to himself, it felt like a weight had been lifted, it was nice to have it out in the open. It felt even better to know that you loved him too, in the same way that he loved you.

“I want you to go to London,” he confessed, “Even though it’s scary for me, I want you to go, because I want you to do what’s best for you. And if you decide you do want to go, a-and if you want to be together, then I’ll go with you.”

Your eyes widened and you sat up, “Tom I would never expect you to do that.”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t want to be that far away for that long,” he held up one of his hands and waited for you to place your own against it, “Besides, it might be good for me. I could try going to school or something.”

You laughed, “Are you gonna get a 9 to 5 too?”

“No shot,” he chuckled, “I mean it though, I really like working with the kids. Maybe I could do something with that, I don’t know,” he shrugged.

“Okay,” you were smiling now, which filled his whole body with affection and warmth, “Would you really be okay leaving? You wouldn’t be able to surf as much, or see your family.”

“It’d be really different, but I think maybe I need that. I get really scared of change and growing up and shit, I know I have to get over that eventually,” he brushed your wet, tear stained hair off your cheeks, “You’d be there though, so I know I’d still be happy. Plus we can visit.”

“I was thinking even if I did go to London that I’d move back here after,” you blushed and leaned into his hand, “I really love it here.”

“Yeah, me too,” he spoke softly before he pressed his lips to yours.

His lips were soft and sweet, contrasting your salty chapped ones. You kissed him hard, squeezing his shoulders as your lips moved against his. You both wore big smiles when you pulled away.

“I love you,” you breathed out, “I wanna do it. I wanna go to London, and I want you there with me.”

“I love you too,” he replied with a smile, “I’d happily go anywhere with you.”

You squeezed his hand and fell into his chest again. You inhaled deeply and your eyes fell closed.

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“please hold me” 

it’s nearly 1am and you’re sprawled out on your bed watching some random movie that was playing on tv. you’ve been up waiting for hours for peter to come by after patrol, and now he’s finally here sneaking in through your window.

“are you okay baby? you finished up pretty late” you question softly as you take off his mask and brush his hair out of his face.

“i’m fine. i just want you to hold me” he says tiredly and practically puts all of his body weight on you, causing you both to fall back onto your bed.

adjusting yourselves to get more comfortable, you’re now laid back on your pillow as you hug peters large frame while his face is nuzzled in your chest.

you two lay silently as you rub his back until you decide to break the silence.

“you know, you’re still in your suit. you’re getting my bed dirty.”

“you just want me to take it off so you can see me naked”

“you’re done” you say before attempting to push him off of you. peter quickly caught your hands before you could even try.

“how did you–”

“i’m spider-man, baby”

“clearly” you chuckle, referring to him still being in his suit.

“since you want to see me naked so bad, i’ll take it off” he groans as if it’s the hardest task in the world. “happy now?”

“very. now come lay back down”

you don’t have to tell him twice. he quickly gets back into the position you two were in before and enjoys the warmth and comfort you bring him.

“you’re so perfect petey, did you know that?”

“mmm” he groans into as he nuzzles his face further into your chest, enjoying the sudden compliment.

“i mean seriously. you’re so smart, so strong, so caring and so funny. you being handsome is just the cherry on top”

“stoppp” he whines. “i’m blushing.”

“okay fine, i’m done”

“nooo, i didn’t mean it! keep going please” he cries as he lifts up his head to look at you.

“you are truly such a big baby”

“i’m your big baby. now continue please, i love being praised by you.”

how could you deny him?

“i love how cute you are. you have the prettiest brown hair and eyes. your face is perfectly sculpted too. i don’t know how i got blessed with the most handsome boyfriend in the world.” 

“mmm” he groans again in complete ecstasy. hearing your compliments is like music to his ears.

“you’re so cute, i just want to squish your cheeks” you say before lifting his head up slightly and squishing his cheeks together.

you cannot believe he’s letting you baby him like this.

“aww petey, you’re so adorable” 

“thank you” he says with a pink tint on his cheeks as he rests his head on your chest again, suddenly feeling sleepy.

you two sat in silence for a few more minutes and he peacefully drifted to sleep.

you were definitely going to make fun of him for tonight in the morning.

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A Film By Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter gets back into making little videos once the two of you start hanging out

warning: extreme 2017 homecoming era nostalgia

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Of course he went for Liz.

Liz was the ingénue. She was perfect in every possible way. Perfect grades, perfect face, and the perfect boy pining after her. You’d been crushing on Peter since the third grade but with Liz around, he never noticed you.

But Liz was gone now. She had moved to Oregon following her dad’s arrest and taken Peter’s feelings for her with her. Now that she was gone, you decided it was time to stop pining after Peter from afar and start pining from up close. And so, when you walked into the cafeteria that day, you didn’t sit at the end of the table like you usually did.

“Oh, hey.” Peter smiled in surprise when you sat down next to him. Smiling was good. Smiling meant he wasn’t creeped out by you sitting so close. You gulped before giving him best smile back.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” Ned asked, making Peter give him a look. You immediately regretted your decision and wished you’d just stayed in your usual spot.

“What do you mean? She always sits with us.” Peter pointed out.

“No, she always sits down there. She’s never actually sat with us before.” Ned replied and gestured to the end of the lunch table.

“Yes, but I’m sitting here today because I needed Peters help with the chemistry homework.” You said and put your chemistry notebook on the table. You knew you couldn’t just randomly sit with them without a reason, so you came prepared.

“Oh, for Mr. Eddie’s class? It’s easy. I’ll show you my notes.” Peter’s offered with a smile. You returned the smile as he pulled out his own notebook. It was a win/win for you since you actually needed help with the homework and it would start a conversation with Peter. While he was explaining the problem to you, you never once looked down at the notebook. You were too focused on the curve of Peter’s suspiciously long eyelashes, the longest you’d ever seen on a boy. Ned noticed the way you were staring his his best friend and frowned a little.

“Does that make sense?” Peter’s asked when he was done explaining.

“Yeah, it does. Wow, thanks Peter. It sounds so easy the way you explain it. I wish this stuff came as naturally to me as it does for you. You’re so smart.” You said as if you had listened to a single word he had said.

“That’s nice of you to say but I’m really not that smart. I just like chemistry.” He replied as he blushed from the compliment.

“Oh, come on. You’re the smartest guy I know. You’re the only one that answers questions in that class. And you always get them right. When Mr. Eddie asks if anyone has any questions, I don’t raise my hand because I don’t even know what I’m confused about yet.”

“That’s I feel in English. I can barely make it through the first line in a poem and you’re already going back and forth with Ms. Teague about Pindaric odes or whatever they’re called.”

“You listen to when I talk in English?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Of course I do.” Peter shrugged. “I always find the reading boring until you raise your hand and talk about how you interpreted it. You make it interesting.”

“I liked that book we read when the kids ate the other kids.” Ned said and interrupted the moment. Your smile dropped as you and Peter looked at him with disgust.

“The one with the flies-“

“We know.” Peter cut him off.

“Anyways, thank you for helping me with the homework. I’ve been stuck on it all week.” You said to Peter.

“Ugh. That’s been me with my paper for Mrs. Teagues class. And it’s due tomorrow.” Peter groaned.

“Oh, the analysis essay? I could help you with that.” You offered.

“Really? You’d help me?” Peter smiled in surprise.

“Yeah. I already wrote mine. It would be no problem.”

Ned was watching this back and forth conversation for a while until it clicked it in head. He gasped and slapped the table, making you and Peter look at him.

“Oh my God.” Ned said. “That’s why you’re sitting here. You have a-“

“Can I talk to you for a second, Ned?” You quickly cut him off when you realized where that sentence was going. Before Ned could even answer, you grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the cafeteria to talk in private.

“You like Peter!” Ned whispered harshly. You clamped your hand over his mouth and pushed him up against the wall.

“You need to keep your mouth shut.” You hissed. “Yes, I like Peter, okay? I’ve had a crush on Peter since middle school. He never noticed me when Liz was around but now that she’s in Oregon, I might finally have my chance. I don’t want to scare him off so just keep your mouth shut and let me handle this.”

You took your hand off Ned’s mouth and he started to gasp for air.

“Oh, please. Your nose wasn’t covered. You could breathe just fine.” You said with a roll of your eyes. Ned stopped pretended and straightened up.

“So you actually like Peter? For his personality?”

“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Kinda, yeah.” Ned admitted.

“I like everything about him. And I’m gonna tell him that. Just please, don’t say anything before I do. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”

“Are you going to cast a love spell on him using a lock of his hair?” Ned whispered to you.

“What? No. Why would you even ask me that?”

“Because you’re a witch.” Ned said like it was obvious.

“I’m not a witch.” You groaned. “I just accidentally cackled that one time but it was only because I had phlegm in my throat.”

“Then about that time on the bus?”

“We’ve been over this. It was just a coincidence that that biker fell off his bike after I gestured with my hand. I didn’t move him with my mind.”

“And that one time in physics?” Ned narrowed his eyes.

“I still don’t know how that guys shirt caught on fire.” You shrugged. “It’s a mystery to me.”

“It caught on fire after he made fun of you for being a witch.” Ned pointed out.

“Maybe he was just standing too close to the flame.” You shrugged.

“He was standing in the doorway. There was no flame.” Ned reminded you.

“The magic of science.” You shrugged again.

“But what about that time-“

“Don’t bring up the nosebleed.” You whined.

“I am gonna bring up the nosebleed.” Ned hissed. “In sixth grade, our Spanish teacher got a nosebleed right after he told you to stop staring out the window and made everyone laugh at you. How do you explain that?”

“You’ve made your point, okay? Now are you gonna tell Peter or not?”

“Look, I’m not gonna expose your gross secret feelings, as gross and secret as they may be.” Ned sighed. “But Peter is still my best friend so I have to look out for him. I don’t want any spells cast on him.”

“That’s fine. There will not be any spells.” You held your your hands in defense. Just then, Flash walked by and laughed when he saw the two of you talking.

“Woah. What is this, the friendless loser convention?” Flash snorted.

“Shut up.” You snapped. Flash immediately tripped over his feet and fell to the ground, making Ned look at you with wide eyes.

“Witch!” He whispered harshly as he pointed a finger at you.

“Shut up. Let’s go back inside.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Ned back into the cafeteria.

Later that day, you met up with Peter in the library to go over your assignments. You started with his English essay and finished that within an hour before moving on to your chemistry homework.

“You can plug the numbers into your formula now using the method I taught you. And then you just solve for x.” Peter explained as you worked out a problem together.

“Hm. You make it sound so simple.” You sighed and leaned on your hand. Peter saw the way you were staring at him in his peripheral vision and felt his face heat up.

“It’s, uh, it’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I never liked the way Mr. Eddie taught it. I figured this out myself and it’s worked much better for me.”

“Thanks for helping me. You’re a good teacher.” You said and put your hand on his arm. Peter laughed shyly at the contact and cleared his throat.

“Thanks. And so are you. That was the best essay I’ve ever produced. I honestly worry she won’t believe I wrote it.”

“Well if she says anything, I can vouch for you. You put in good work on this essay. You deserve the credit.” You assured him, making Peter blush all over again. It occurred to Peter that he never realized how pretty you were. You’d been classmates since 3rd grade so he always looked at you as just another girl in his class. Now that you had his full attention, he didn’t feel like looking away.

“Thanks. I appreciate you helping me write it. I know it can be frustrating to work with me because of my dyslexia.”

“It’s no problem. And it wasn’t frustrating at all.” You shrugged. Peter smiled at felt better about how long it took him to write the essay.

“Thanks.” He said. You had successfully gotten him to spend time with you one on one but now you needed to commence the next phase in your plan which was to hang out in a non school related setting.

“Would you ever want to hang out socially?” You blurted.

“Like, and not do homework?” He asked. You nodded your head and he smiled before nodding as well.

“Yeah. Sure. I’d love to.”

“Cool. Me too.” You smiled. You hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that but it worked nonetheless.

“Does this weekend work?” He asked you.

“Yeah. What do you want to do?”

Hard cut to that weekend. You were on the subway with Peter and he had his phone out to record himself.

“Firts social hang out with a girl. A film by Peter Parker.” He said in a low voice before flipping the camera to face you.

“Staring me.” You smiled and waved to the camera.

“Are you sure you’re cool with me filming this?” Peter asked as he flipped the camera back to himself.

“Yeah, of course. The other ones you showed me were so cute. But why did it seem like there were so many missing parts? You were always talking about something cool that I didn’t get to see.”

“Uhhh, no reason.” Peter said and looked to the side. He had skillfully edited out any incriminating superhero activity that you were not ready to see yet.

“Well I like it. I feel like I’m on Modern Family.” You said and posed for the camera.

“Which family member would you be?” Peter laughed and zoomed in on you. With his phone blocking his face, he could shamelessly admire your face on his screen.

“Duh. Lily.”

“I can so see that.” He chuckled. The subway lurched suddenly and you both grabbed onto the pole, coincidentally putting your hands in top of each others.

“Oh, sorry. Our hands touched.” You laughed shyly.

“Oh my God. So romantic.” Peter joked, making you blush and look into his camera.

“Stop it.” You laughed and covered his phone with your hand. He laughed as well and put his phone away.

After learn you had never been, Peter decided to the Lego Store. He’d been hyping it up to you all week over text and now that it was finally happening, he hoped it impressed you. You walked in together and Peter heard you gasp.

“Big Lego Aladdin.” You gasped and ran to stand under the giant magic carpet and Aladdin made of Legos.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that string of words come out of someone’s mouth.” Peter laughed and went to stand under it with you. You looked over at him and were surprised to see he was already looking at you.

“This is even better than you described it. You need to show me everything.” You said and excitedly shook his arm.

“I can do that.” He blushed and nodded his head towards some of the sets.

Peter took out his phone to film you as you looked at everything in the store. The way you were looking around like a little kid brought a smile to Peter’s face. He zoomed in on you and caught himself staring at you fondly through the camera.

“Come on. I haven’t even showed you the coolest part yet.” Peter said and brought you over to the build your figure own station. He laughed when you gasped again and started to excitedly rummage through all the pieces. Peter didn’t bring his phone out again until you had built each other.

“Show me what you made.” He laughed from the other side of the phone.

“Looks! It’s a little Peter. He has a backpack and a beaker.” You said as you proudly showed the camera the little Peter figure you had made.

“This is Y/n. I can’t believe I found the shoes you always wear.” He said as he filmed the figure he had made of you.

“You notice my shoes?” You asked with a smile. Peter didn’t catch it because he was too busy fitting the hands of your Lego figures together.

“Look. They’re holding hands.” Peter gasped.

“Aw.” You laughed. “Us on the subway.”

“We should give them some privacy. They might not want us to hard launch their relationship.” Peter said and put his phone away.

“You’re so cute.” You laughed without thinking about it. Peter looked up at you with rosy cheeks and you gulped when you realized what you said.

“I mean-“

“Come on. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He cut you off before you could explain. He brought you to Delmar’s and ordered his usual for you to split. You sat together inside and you tried your best to remain calm. You always wondered what Peter got up to when he wasn’t at school and now you were in one of his favorite places and eating with him.

“Okay, this is Y/n’s first time eating at Delmars since he reopened. Let’s get her reaction.” Peter said as he filmed you unwrapping the sandwich.

“Wait, why is it so flat?” You laughed and held the sandwich up.

“Oh, sorry.” He chuckled. “I forgot to warn you that he always squishes it for me. But you’ll like it. Trust me. It’s much better when it’s squished down real flat.”

“Well I’m glad I now know you like your sandwiches to be squished. I would not have expected that about you.” You said and took a bite of your half before giving him a thumbs up.

“Yeah? You like it?” He asked hopefully.

“I do. Your squishy sandwich was surprisingly good.” You admitted.

“Well, I’m very pleased to hear that.” Peter smiled and phone away. “So to make it even, you have to show me one of your favorite places next time we hang out.”

“Oh.” You smiled coyly. “I didn’t realize there would be a next time.”

“There better be. I had a lot of fun with you today. How come we’ve never hung out before?”

“I don’t know. I always wanted to but you were busy running around with Ned or staring at…” You trailed off and chose not to mention Liz in case he was still hung up on her.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re friends now.” You said instead.

“Me too. I’ve never had a girl friend.”

“What was that?” You said and started choking on your saliva.

“All my friends in my life were guys. It’ll be nice to have a female influence in my life.”

“Oh. Girl friend.” You smiled tightly.

You hung out another hour before taking the subway back to your respective apartments. Peter walked to you the front doors of you building and you had an awkward moment where you didn’t know if you should hug or not.

“We uh, we should probably get an ending for your film.” You said with a timid smile.

“Oh, right. Thats a great idea.” Peter smiled and pulled out his phone. He pressed record and you waved to the camera with both hands.

“So, can you give our first time hanging out a rating?” He asked you.

“9/10.” You grinned and held up two thumbs.

“What? Why’d I only get a 9?” Peter scoffed and pretended to be offended.

“I had a 10/10 time but I have to deduct a point because we saw that guy cutting his hair on the subway and I was scared he was gonna throw the scissors at us.”

“Well I would’ve just protected you with my lightning fast reflexes.” Peter said simply. You smiled at him through the phone and he smiled back. He put the camera down and looked at you with a content smile on his face.

“Seriously, though. When’s the next time we’re hanging out?”

It ended up being just a few days later. And then again a few days after that.

“Peter’s first time!” You cheered as you filmed him during one of your hang outs.

“Trying boba.” He clarified. “I don’t understand this drink. Do I eat the balls?”

“Yes. Sip it slowly so they don’t all go down your throat.” You instructed. Peter took a big sip and immediately started choking.

“Peter! I said slowly!” You said as you slapped his back until he stopped choking. You quickly put the camera down to help him recover.

Your hangouts started getting more and more frequent and Peter soon considered you a best friend. Your weekends became each others and school days were often spent together in the library or at one of your apartments. You were quickly moving up the ranks in Peter’s life, just as you hoped. And the closer you got, the more Peter could not believe he had never noticed you before.

Little did you know, Peter often found himself watching the footage he had taken of you during your hang outs with a big smile on his face. He’d rewatch the videos he had taken and realize that they were slowly becoming less of a documentary and more of a highlight reel for you. He never imagined a girl as cool as you would for him so when he realized he was starting to fall for you, he quickly repressed his feelings. Little did he know, the feelings were mutual.

“Did you always make these little videos?” You asked Peter one day as he filmed you trying to balance on the curb of the sidewalk.

“I used too make them all the time but I hadn’t for awhile. I only started them again when we started hanging out.”

“Really? Why?” You wondered and stumbled off the curb.

“I don’t know. You remind me of the time before my life got crazy. It made me want to do these again.” He shrugged. You couldn’t help but smile at that information and turned around to look at him.

“So I could be the star?” You asked and posed for the camera.

“Exactly. You’re my muse.” He played along, making you laughed shyly. When he watched the video back later that night, he knew he had meant every word of that.

Peter sat in his bedroom one day and filmed himself wearing your glasses while you did homework at his desk. He looked over you every now and then just to admire the back of your head.

“Don’t break those.” You called without looking up. All you needed to hear was the sound of your glasses case opening to know what he was doing.

“I’m not even wearing your glasses.” He lied and admired himself in the camera.

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not. But yes, I am.”

“Knew it.” You snorted.

“Hey, how come girls always smell so good?” Peter wondered. “Your hair hit me in the face when you turned too fast before it smelled like a baby in a damn meadow.”

“It’s just my womanly essence. Now can you stop looking at yourself long enough to help me with my chemistry homework?”

“It’ll be hard but I can try.” Peter dramatically sighed and set his phone down. You got yo from the desk and went over to the bed with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Incoming.” You announced and patted your elbow twice like a wrestler.

“No, don’t.” He pleaded. You ignored his pleas and jumped on top of him. He groaned and pushed you off, leaving you laying in the bed beside him.

“Ow. My ribs.”

“You’ll heal.” You rolled your eyes. “Now can you help me with number 7?”

“Oh, yeah. No problem. Can you check this email before I send it?” He asked and handed over his laptop. You handed him your worksheet before reading over his email draft.

“Oh, honey.” You grimaced just a few words into the email.

“Is it bad?”

“Good evening, Mrs. Howard. I hope this email finds you well. I’m so sorry for bothering you. I was just wondering if I could possibly have an extension on my midterm paper? No worries at all if an extension is not possible. I apologize for any inconvenience this email may have caused. Thank you for reading, Peter Parker.” You read out loud.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“After your name, you included the name of the class, the time you have it, and a description of yourself. She knows who you are!” You laughed and turned the laptop around to show him his mistakes.

“She may have forgotten.” He pointed out. “I can’t take any chances.”

“Peter, this email is way too submissive. You sound like such a bottom.”

“Well excuse me, genius.” He said sarcastically. “How would you write it?”

“Here.” You said and handed the laptop back after retyping his email.

“Oh, wow. That’s actually really good.” He said once he read your updated version.

“This is why we are such good friends. You have all the math and science knowledge in this little, beautiful head of yours-“

“Little?” He interrupted.

“You’re right. Sorry, I was just being nice. What I meant to say is that your head is huge.” You corrected. “Anyways, you have the math brain and I have the literary brain. It’s like you’re Einstein and I’m Victor Hugo.”

“Who the hell is that?” He laughed as he peaked at your mirror to see if his head was actually huge.

“The guy who wrote Les Mis.” You said like it was obvious.

“Never heard of it.”

“What? You’ve never seen Les Misérables?” You asked in a thick French accent.

“Huh?”

“We have to watch it. It’s so good.” You said and snatched his laptop back. You pulled up the movie and handed it back to him.

“Oh my God. It’s two hours and 38 minutes long? And a musical? Hell no.” Peter shook his head and pushed the laptop away.

“But it’s so good.” You urged. “We can just leave it on in the background while we work. It’s super light and easy to watch.”

“Really? What’s it about?”

“Oh, you know. Just war torn France.” You mumbled.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“But you’ll like it! There’s prostitution and con men and um…oh! And orphans! You can watch it and feel represented.” You said and shook his arm.

“I hate you.” He laughed but nearly gave in to your request just to see you happy.

“Fine.” You huffed. “I finished editing your midterm paper, by the way. You don’t actually have to send that email.”

“And here is your completed chemistry homework.” Peter smiled and handed your worksheet back.

“Aw.” You gushed. “Look at us. I love cheating with you.”

“So do I. We make a great pairing.” He chuckled as he looked over at you. You looked back at him and gulped. You hadn’t realized how close you were with your arms and legs pressed against each other as you sat together in your bed. Peter knew his sheets would smell like your perfume that night and smiled at the thought.

“Now that we’re all done with our work, you know what we should do?” He asked as he moved in closer.

“W-what should we do?” You stuttered now that he was right there.

“You know what I’ve been dying to do with you for a long, long time?” He asked.

“No. I mean, I don’t know. What?” You laughed nervously. Peter moved in even closer and right when you thought he was gonna kiss you, he reached over and grabbed his laptop back.

“I wanted to show you a real musical. Not this French miserable bull crap. Have you ever seen a little movie called Hair-“

“No. I’m not watching Hairspray with you again. You scream-sang every lyric last time and I couldn’t even hear it.” You cut him off and reached over home to take the laptop back. He pulled it away at the last second and you ended up on top of him. You looked into each others eyes and both froze in the positions you were in. Your faces were almost touching but neither of you tried to pull away. Your eyes were going back and forth between his lips and eyes and he was doing the same. Like magnets, you two started to lean towards each other but before your lips could connect, May opened the door.

“What did you guys want- oh! Sorry! I didn’t realize I would be interrupting something. My bad.” May smiled sheepishly and pretended to cover her eyes. Peter burned bright red as you quickly climbed off of him.

“May.” He said warningly.

“Sorry. But maybe lock the door next time. And use protection.”She whispered the last part before shutting the door.

“May!” He groaned and threw a pillow at the door. There was a long, awkward silence before you were even able to look at each other. When you finally did, you smiled awkwardly and kept your distance.

“That was so weird. What did she think we were doing?” You laughed nervously to break the silence.

“Psh. I know.” Peter scoffed. “She said she was interrupting but we weren’t even doing anything.”

“Yeah. What did she think? That we were gonna kiss or something?” You asked and laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing you could ever suggest.

“Us? Kissing? How silly. Imagine that.” Peter forced a laugh as well and looked to the side. The awkward silence returned and you struggled to look at each other.

“Do you think she made dinner?” Peter asked after a beat of silence.

“Let’s check.” You said and quickly got off the bed.

You didn’t discuss the almost kiss and went home shortly after. You couldn’t sleep that night because you couldn’t stop replaying the moment in your mind. No matter how much you wanted him to like you back, if Peter reciprocated your feelings, he would have kissed you.

Your pity party didn’t last long because on the subway the next day, you felt Peter put his earbud in your ear. You heard the Les Mis soundtrack playing in your ear and looked up in surprise. Peter was already filming you with a huge smile on his face.

“This guy 24601 should stop stealing bread and stick to singing. He has serious pipes.” Peter said.

“You listened to it?” You melted into a smile and held your hand over your heart.

“Yep. I stayed up all night watching lyric videos because I couldn’t understand what they were saying with their accents. It’s actually really good. I love Eponine. I just wish Marious wasn’t such an idiot. How does he not see that his best friend is clearly in love with him?” Peter asked with exasperation. You looked directly at the camera and hoped it picked up the irony before looking at Peter again.

“He’s not an idiot. He’s a romantic.” You sighed. “He doesn’t notice Eponine because he’s in love with Cosette. And course he is. She’s prettier and richer and has perfect hair. He doesn’t even see Eponine.”

“Good hair isn’t everything. Eponine is way better than Cosette.” Peter scoffed. “I’m team Eponine all the way.”

“Are you really?” You asked hopefully.

“Oh, for sure. I see why you like this stuff. These songs are awesome.” Peter said and put the other earbud in his ear. He then flipped the camera around to film the two of you sharing earbuds. As Heart Full Of Love played in your ears, you couldn’t help but longingly staring at Peter. The fact that he had stayed up late just to listen to something you suggested made you overcome with fondness for him. If he had done something like that, maybe he actually did feel the same.

“I forgot how good this album is. I haven’t listened in a while. I used to listen to it all the time back when you…” You stopped short when you realized you were about to say too much.

“When I what?” Peter wondered. You looked him in the eyes and decided that it was time to be honest. The song ended and a new, much louder one began to play in your ears.

“Back when you liked Liz. She was Cosette. I was Eponine. I was the one pining after a guy who never noticed me because he was in love with another girl. You were never mine to lose.” You admitted. Peter stared at you for a minute before pulling his earbud out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you just said. Master of the House is such a banger. What did you say?” He asked you.

“Never mind.” You smiled. “It wasn’t important.”

He smiled back before getting a text on his phone. You looked at his phone when you heard it buzz and realized he was still recording. In other words, he had just recorded you saying you liked him. Your eyes went wide but you only had a second to panic when you read the text he had gotten.

“Did Liz just text you?” You asked in a quiet voice. You felt like you were about to throw up. Years of crushing on a boy who liked another girl turned into months of pinning for your best friend and now turned into a rock in your stomach. Peter stopped recording the two of you to answer her text, which felt a little like a slap in the face.

“Oh, yeah. We’ve been talking lately.” He absentmindedly replied to you as he laughed at whatever she had written.

“You have?” You asked with a dry mouth.

“Yeah. She says Oregon is pretty cool. But she wants to come back and visit this summer to see everyone.” He told you.

“And see you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I guess so.” He shrugged. “It would be nice to see her.”

“Yeah. Totally.” You said weakly. “So how long have you guys been talking?”

“I don’t know. A few weeks? She texted me a little while ago and we’ve been catching up.”

“That’s awesome.” You lied.

“I know. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from her again after she moved.”

“Neither did I.” You said through a forced smile. You needed to get off the subway and away from Peter before you started crying. So as soon as the subway doors opened, you bolted out.

“I gotta go. See you later.” You called to him before running through the subway station. You wiped tears as you went up the stairs and didn’t stop moving until you were in a bathroom stall at school. You gave yourself five minutes to be upset before drying your face and leaving the bathroom. It sucked, but it could have been worse. Now, Peter never had to know how you felt about it.

Peter was beyond confused by your exit on the subway but he wasn’t about to get any answers from you. You dodged his texts throughout the day and didn’t dare go into the lunchroom where you knew he and Ned would be.

“Y/n isn’t here yet?” Peter’s huffed as he sat down at your usual lunch table.

“Not yet. Actually, I haven’t seen your girlfriend all day.” Ned realized.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter blushed. “And I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding me. She’s been so weird ever since this morning. Everything was fine on the subway until we got to school.”

“Well did anything happen on the subway that would weird her out? Oh no. Did you graze her boob with your hand again?”

“No. That was one time. And it was her boobs fault, not mine.” Peter whispered harshly. “We were just listening to music together and I was filming her like normal. But she could not get away from me faster once the doors opened. It was so weird.”

“Did you say anything weird to her? Girls don’t like it when you say weird things to them.”

“I know that. I didn’t say anything weird.” Peter replied as he pulled out his phone. He watched the video he had taken on the subway with no sound to see where he had gone wrong. All he saw was you looking at him with heart eyes which made his face heat up. But still, no evidence of where he messed up.

“I knew it. We were having a normal conversation about Les Mis and then I got a text from and then she ran. It makes no sense.”

“What was the text? Was it May saying something weird?”

“No. And stop saying weird. It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.” Peter ordered. “And the text was just from Liz.”

“Oh shit.” Ned said when he heard this.

“What?” Peter wondered.

“Oh, Peter.” Ned sighed. “Peter, Peter, Peter.”

“What?” He asked again, annoyed now.

“Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter.”

“Are you gonna tell me what happened or just keep saying my name?”

“I can’t tell you. I’m sworn to secrecy. And I don’t want Y/n to put a hex on my family.” Ned said and held up his hands.

“Y/n swore you to secrecy? About what?”

“Can’t say.” Ned shrugged and zipped his lips.

“Does she not like Liz? And doesn’t want me to know?”

“Dude. Dude, dude, dude, dude. You are so close but so far.”

“So she does like Liz? Oh my God. Does she a crush on Liz? And she’s jealous that Liz texted me and not her?” Peter whispered with wide eyes.

“You’re getting colder.” Ned waved his hand. “I don’t even know how you got there.”

“That was all my guesses. Just tell me.” Peter whined.

“Hell no. I don’t want Y/n to curse my crops and make not grow for all of eternity.”

“You don’t have crops.” Peter pointed out.

“I could develop some.” Ned snapped.

“I just don’t understand what she would tell you something but not tell me. We’re best friends. She usually tells me everything.” Peter said right as his thumb accidentally hit the volume button on the video. Your confession to Peter on the subway was heard loud and clear by the two boys. Both of their jaws dropped as the video ended with you asked if Liz had just texted Peter.

“Well I wouldn’t have beaten around the bush like that if I knew you had video evidence of her saying she liked you right in your hands.” Ned sighed dramatically.

“I need to find her.” Peter said and ran out of the lunchroom. He looked around the school until he found you under the bleachers in the gym. You were sitting with your back against the wall and your knees drawn to your chest with your earbuds in your ears. When you saw Peter coming up to you, you quickly pulled them out.

“Hey.” He said and waved cautiously.

“Hey.” You smiled sadly as he sat beside you. You sat in silence for a minute as neither of you knew what to say.

“What’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you all day.” He started off. You looked at your hands to avoid making eye contact and sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been talking to Liz?” You asked quietly.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t hiding it. I just didn’t think it would interest you.”

“Well you have no idea how interesting I found it.” You laughed dryly. “What do you guys talk about anyway?”

“Well, she originally texted me to ask me to confirm I had an internship at Stark Industries because her boyfriend didn’t believe her when she told him she knew a guy who worked there. Apparently he’s been trying to get an internship there for years and he wanted to know how I landed mine. Then we just started catching up. I only talk to her here and there, though. And it’s only ever about school or work.”

“Oh. I thought you guys were talking talking.” You couldn’t help but smile a little when you heard the word “boyfriend.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Just regular talking. When you saw her text on my phone, she was telling me about her cat getting spaded. And I didn’t know what that meant so she had to tell me. I should’ve just googled it.”

You laughed softly at that and he did too. The tension was let out of the conversation and you could finally breathe again. When you stopped laughing, you finally looked in his eyes.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” You asked quietly.

“For her? No.” He laughed. “Those are long gone. I have feelings for someone else now.”

“Oh God. Don’t even tell me. I don’t want to know.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Peter looked at you for a minute until an idea came to him.

“Actually, uh, I came looking for you because I was just making another video. Wanna be in it?” Peter asked and took out his phone. You looked at him like he was crazy and could not believe he had just asked that during that moment.

“I’m not really in the mood right now, P.”

“Come on. I can’t make it without my muse.” He said and nudged you slightly. You couldn’t help but to smile at that and reluctantly nodded. He propped up his phone against the bleachers and pressed record.

“In a world where two best friends have no idea how to communicate despite spending way too much time together.” Peter said in a fake deep, gravely voice.

“Okay. Shade. That’s fine.”

“What will it take for them to admit they have feelings for each other?” He kept the voice as he looked at you.

“Wait, what?” You asked and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Peter smiled softly at you and shrugged a little.

“What’s it gonna take?” He asked again in his normal voice.

“I don’t understand.” You laughed nervously.

“I watched the video from before. From the subway. I heard what you said.” He admitted.

“Oh shit. You watched it?” You grimaced.

“Uh huh. So if you’re Eponine, I guess that makes me the idiot who didn’t realize his best friend was in love with him?”

“I guess so.” You said with a tight smile and still didn’t understand why he wanted to film this incredibly awkward conversation.

“You know, if I didn’t have a video of it, I never would have believed that you liked me.” Peter told you.

“You wouldn’t? Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t seem possible that the coolest girl I’ve ever met liked me.” He replied.

“You think I’m cool?” You asked skeptically.

“I think you’re the coolest. And you know, I watch the videos I take of you all the time. And half of them are just clips of you existing. So I do notice you. It just took me a second to catch up.” He told you. A smile tugged at your lips as you stared into his big brown eyes.

“You’re my best friend.” You told him. “I’m sorry I want more.”

“I’m not sorry.” He shrugged.

“You’re not?”

“I’m just sorry it took me so long to wake up and find that what I’ve been looking for has been here the whole time.” He said as he hooked his pinky under your chin and brought your face close to his.

“Wait, why does that sound so familiar?” You wondered.

“Don’t think about it too hard.” Peter whispered right before your lips touched. You kissed for the first time under the bleachers but it could have been in a palace for all you knew. The world disappeared around you as Peter slipped a hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and laughed nervously together. It was a good nervous, a happy feeling of anticipation.

“Was that Taylor Swift?” You realized when you finally placed where you knew that like from.

“Shh. No.” He shook his head. “But yes, it was. You’re not the only one with good music taste.”

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[miela]

They're besties, your honor.

[shawnxstyles]

panty stealer

DATE: JANUARY 14, 2023

summary: flash forces peter to sneak into the girls sorority and steal a pair of panties as a dare. stumbling into the nearest room to save himself from being caught, he doesn’t expect you to be there, and to let him steal the panties you’re wearing.

request: yes!

words: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering, oral], praise kink, slight dacryphilia kink, dirty talk, and protected sex), language, alcohol, mentions of weed, and a bit of fluff.

note: frat!peter x sorority!reader / peter masterlist / PART 2

—

“are you serious right now, flash?” peter groans with a pinch to his nose. his eyes screw shut in annoyance at flash’s obnoxious behavior.

“of course i am, penis parker!” flash shouts, shoving peter towards the large, white sorority house. “you have to do the dare or else.”

peter groans again, hating himself for ever agreeing to do this stupid game with flash.

the night had started calm and for once, peter was grateful. friday nights were the craziest day at the frat house, but this week, everyone was a bit too busy with schoolwork. except flash apparently.

like all of his other roomies, peter loves a good party. he doesn’t mind thrashing his house every week if that means he can have fantastic parties at his place (okay, maybe he minds a little bit. it gets tedious cleaning up garbage after a while). he knows he won’t be young forever, so what the heck, right?

people never would have guessed that peter was the leader of the frat. shocking, right? everyone would assume it’s flash for his obnoxious and party boy persona or brad for his attractiveness and charm. but what do those qualities have to do with being a leader? everyone else (besides those two) agreed that peter should be the head of the house because he is responsible and smart, unlike those boneheads.

peter often asked himself if he was attractive and if he had charm.

he did, right?

brad was good with the ladies. one glance and a wink made the girls melt into puddles at his feet. every morning when peter woke up early to go to class, a different woman would waltz down the stairs with a glowing, uncontrollable smile in nothing but a t-shirt. peter knew without a doubt that every one-night stand that stumbled down was brad’s; it was rarely flash or the others and ned had a girlfriend who was in the sorority across from us.

peter hooked-up once in a while. he found it more difficult to be like brad when he had college to concentrate on and lives to save inbetween it all. being spider-man in high school was overwhelming at first because it was impossibly hard to hide it. but now, having more freedom in college made everything a bit simpler. just a bit.

flash being spider-man’s “#1 fan!” still made him chuckle every time it came up.

speaking of flash, when peter stumbled through the door in the evening expecting a chill friday night, flash just had to crank up the energy. as per usual.

“what is this?” multiple bottles of liquor were splurged across the dining table when peter walked into the kitchen. flash crossed his arms with a huge smirk plastered onto his face, while ned looked concerned and stressed.

“i tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen to me,” ned shook his head in disappointment before walking away to his room.

“we’re having a party. it’s friday, penis,” flash said with an obvious tone. peter could easily have him removed from the frat, being the leader and all. yet he still keeps him here. why must he do this to himself?

“flash, i said no parties today. everyone is tired and stressed, and has a lot of work to do—”

“stressed? i think that’s the best reason for a party. you need to get laid, my brotha,” brad interrupted with an arm around peter’s shoulders and a firm pat to his buff chest. brad is way taller than peter, which some might think intimidates him. but peter is mainly intimidated by intelligence, and brad had the iq of a stick.

peter rolled his eyes at the predictable statement. flash rambles on about how parties are a tradition on friday nights and peter sharply cuts him off with a strict tone.

“ugh, fine! no party, party-pooper parker. but we will be drinking tonight. or else i’m sending an invite to 50 people.”

—

peter had no choice but to comply. flash, ned, brad, himself, and the other boys are seated on the furniture with the drinks displaced in the center. flash gave peter an ultimatum; play truth or dare or he rings the entire sports program of a party. peter growled and folded.

soon later, there is a sharpie drawing on flash’s ass, a ruler that measured brad’s dick, a flushed ned from downing too many denied truth shots, and laughter bubbling throughout the whole room. peter is the only one who hasn’t gotten asked anything yet and he honestly feels a bit left out. but he also just wants to do his homework and then go to sleep.

“what’ll be, penis parker?” flash inquires with a mischievous look on his face. “truth or dare? or should i say drink or dare?”

peter, not caring at the time, chose dare. “dare.”

“oh, you’re so in for it.”

—

so in all, peter was basically held against his own will to sneak into the girl’s sorority house. even though he denied the dare profusely and took three shots to make up for it, flash still dangled the party invites over his head like an iron weight waiting to drop.

peter snarled as flash nudged him again impatiently. he thought of an idea that might work. peter would have to do this dare, but would he have to do it alone?

“if you come with me, i’ll give you $50 bucks—” peter sells with raised eyebrows. he licks his lips as the cold breeze rustles the trees and sends slight shivers up his arms. the sky is pitch-black as the heavy clouds cover all the stars. peter felt a storm brewing and he really didn’t want to sneak into the sorority soaking wet.

“pfft, parker, please. i have enough money—”

“—in weed.” peter finishes, causing flash to halt his words. peter knows that flash can never find a good supply because he complains about it all the time. marijuana wasn’t legal on campus, let alone in the state. the trade had the cogs turning in flash’s head.

“alright, deal,” flash gives in and elbows peter as a form of agreement. then flash motivates brad and ned to join, heading straight for the zone as a group.

their goal was to grab a pair of underwear and leave without being caught. as spider-man, that should be easy, right?

—

for some odd reason, the back door was unlocked. you’d think girls would be more secure and observant than guys, but maybe they forgot. after hopping over the trimmed gardening hedges, the four boys crept through the door and into the kitchen.

unlike peter’s frat, the sorority girls had two big rules that they made known to everyone; no hook-ups allowed and no frat guys. ever. the girls didn’t throw parties like peter, they only went to them, so their place was like a holy sanctuary.

when the guys tiptoed into the kitchen, peter wasn’t surprised the place was damn-near spotless. most of the interior was pearly white; couches, love-seats, tables, counter, cabinets— it was like walking into an insane asylum with minor color accents.

it was at least midnight by now, so the girls had to be asleep. tiptoeing as silent as possible up the stairs, peter leads until they’re all standing in the middle of the large hallway with rapid, contained breaths. flash, being the scaredy-cat he is, follows last and nervously trips over the final step. he slips, tumbling down multiple levels with nosy thuds and bangs of his elbows and knees. all of the guys sprout wide eyes and strained, silent gestures to warn him to stop falling and making an absurd amount of noise.

peter gets goosebumps, hair rising on his skin as he gets a shiver down his spine. his hearing intensifies, picking up mumbled whispers and light footsteps with his spider sense. his eyes wander frantically as he scatters his brain for an idea. nothing comes to mind fast enough, as a door down the hall creaks open. brad and ned drag flash up the stairs, but freeze when they hear the door. out of instinct, peter sprints to the nearest door, slyly slipping inside. he closes the door gently, contradicting the pounding of his heart, without a noise being made. he releases a sigh as his forehead rests on the doorframe.

“what are you doing?” peter nearly shrieks when you casually question him. he stares at you, eyes impossibly wider than before. your arms are crossed as you sit on the side of your bed. peter swallows harshly, gazing at your appearance.

your legs look smooth and supple, and very much bare. he assumes you have underwear on under the t-shirt you’re sporting, and is proved correct when you shift to dangle your legs off the bed. his eyes are drawn to the small sight of your panties that tease underneath your shirt. you smirk, arms still crossed as you let him check you out.

“i-um-uh,” cheeks wildly red, he swallows and averts his eyes to the ground. how does he explain such a stupid thing without sounding like a jackass? i was dared to invade the sorority house. sorry. oh, also, can i have your panties? “it was a dare.”

“to sneak into my room?” your head tilts as you lift yourself off the bed and stalk towards him. peter’s cheeks grow redder while his heart pounds brutally in his chest.

besides the embarrassment flowing like blood through his veins, you were the simple kind of gorgeous that made his knees weak. the kind that is stunning in their own skin and that radiates beautiful energy like magical fairy dust. and peter nearly fainted when he saw your lack of clothes.

he’s seen you many times before; you share a class with him and came to some of his parties. he never talked to you in fear of rejection, but now he doesn’t really have a choice.

usually, he has more confidence with girls, but this is a very unfortunate situation where he lost every skill he’s ever known. even talking.

“no—” ear-piercing screams interrupt peter’s stuttering from the other side of the door. footsteps run all over the wooden floor as low profanities leave the guys’ mouths. “i think she found them.”

“you think?” you clip with raised eyebrows. peter inhales, losing some of his anxiousness at his thoughts of the boys being caught.

poor ned. betty’s going to kill him.

flash deserved it, though.

brad is probably getting one of their numbers.

peter shakes his head and sets his thoughts straight.

“okay, look. flash dared me to do this… stupid thing and i convinced them all to do it with me. i wanted to do nothing but relax tonight,” peter admits with a stressed exhale. you glare at him with squinted eyes, trying to decipher what has him so worked up. it’s not like he got screamed at and kicked out like the other guys. knowing some of your roomies, they might be a lot worse than just kicking them out. you get closer to him and ponder what he said.

“what was the dare, parker?” you shoot a harsh glare at him, daggers that force him to answer. your head tilts with curiosity as your heartbeats sporadically. you’ve never had a guy in your room before, and for that first guy to be peter parker has your heart bouncing around your chest like a boomerang. you’ve had your eye on peter for a few months now; not crazy obsessive, but you won’t deny the blood-rushing crush you’ve grown for the frat boy.

how did you stumble that low? a frat boy? jeez.

peter can’t be too shocked that you know his name, let alone his last name, but you saying it still causes him to forget some of the words on his tongue. many shouts are heard from outside the door, but your chests are nearly touching as you gaze up at him and then the outside world is practically silenced.

“i had to steal some… panties,” he mumbles, voice low and quiet. why does it sound so dirty?

“panties?” you repeat in a hushed voice as your surprised eyes blink a few times. you swallow, clit beginning to throb at the word out of his mouth.

“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “do you have any that i can…borrow?”

your mind hazes at his question. you tried to remember where your underwear was and if it was clean. but as a clear opportunity lies in front of you, you decide to run with it. you look down with a racing heart, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt.

“i…i have these ones,” you lightly ball up your t-shirt, revealing your laced panties to peter. he quietly coughs, cock starting to harden behind the zipper of his jeans. you glance up at his reddening expression through your eyelashes, devilish eyes hiding behind an innocent facade. confidence and lust ease your anxiety. “will these work?”

“um, yeah,” peter coughs again as rosy embarrassment crawls up his neck and blood rushes to his cock. you strut over to the mattress, rocking your hips teasingly, and peter instinctively follows with his heart in his throat. you lie on your back and spread your legs, arousal dripping from you at every movement. peter watches from a side angle, holding his breath as the tension rises.

“well, you’re not much of a panty-stealer if i just give them to you. come and steal them, parker,” you say with as much confidence as you could muster up. your heart was so loud in your ears you almost couldn’t hear yourself. speechless, peter walks to the front of the bed and kneels down, eye-level with your pussy.

he crumples the shirt over your hips, your legs automatically spreading wider. his senses heighten and pick up on the scent of your arousal. a small patch of it can be seen in the middle of your underwear, sending painful pulses down to his forever hardening cock. his thumbs dance around the laced hem, teasing you to see how much he can go.

he would say some of his confidence is back now.

he hooks his fingers under the band, sliding the flimsy fabric down while sticky arousal slings to you. he stuffs the damp material in his back pocket. both of your hearts rack and hands tremble at the extreme intensity, waiting for someone to do something. anything.

peter decides to be that person and resumes his fingers to your hips where the hem used to be. your folds glisten with pent-up arousal, just begging for him to touch you. your puffy clit throbs, neglected, and your thighs subtly spasm trying to remain open. peter grinds on his molars, nearly moaning at the glorious sight. his rough pads trace your smooth skin as he drags lower, dangerously close to where you’re yearning for him.

“peter,” you whisper, holding your breath, so you don’t move a muscle, even though they’re involuntarily shaking with need. he hums, the dirtiest thoughts flowing through his mind. “d-don’t you have to go? what if you get caught?”

“i can spare a few minutes…” his gaze is hazy and distracted, voice gravelly with lust. you clench desperately around nothing as you quietly plead for him to do something. his thumb tests the waters and finally begins circling on your clit, sending electricity up your body. you yelp at the sudden pressure, naturally grinding your hips for more friction. “hmm? don’t you want me to spend a few minutes with you?

his words are taunting and condescending, making your mind go blurry while the words disintegrate from your tongue. the rough pad of his thumb rubs faster while you clench around nothing again, chest heaving.

“i want more than a few minutes,” you moan as his middle finger pets along your soaking slit, teasing you painfully until your eyes roll back. you can sense the smirk growing on his face based on the satisfied hum he responds with.

“more? greedy girl,” peter slides his middle finger into you without warning causing you to release a long string of moans. “shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you? then we’ll both get caught.”

you shake your head.

“then be a good girl and be quiet for me,” peter demands softly. you nod shakily, as another finger pumps into you rapidly. he thrusts brutally into you, fingertips brushing over your g-spot. you melt as bliss laces throughout your body.

“it’s always the quiet ones who are the loudest,” a devilish and dirty smirk dances on his lips while your teeth sink painfully into your bottom lip. you slap your palm over your mouth to remain quiet as thrilled moans threaten to pour out of you. your revolving hips are halted by his strong forearm, allowing him to curl his digits deliciously into you. you mewl with screwed eyes, back arching at the immense pleasure.

“i’m so close, peter,” you whisper, scared that if you speak any louder your moans will betray you and alert the whole neighborhood. peter subtly grinds his hips into the front of the mattress, cock dangerously hard from your whimpering and whining.

“can i taste you? been dying to since you opened your legs for me,” peter asks while your thighs tremble and your pussy contracts tightly around his digits. you mumble out a shuddery please before his mouth is devouring you.

he never removes his fingers, pumping ruthlessly while his mouth explores your slippery folds. he sucks harshly on your throbbing clit, a muffled wail escaping through your hand. warm and soothing, his tongue glides curiously and sneaks into your undeniably soft cunt. the moan you release is unholy and way too loud. at least right now.

peter wants nothing more than to hear your sweet, sweet moans crying his name while he makes you come in several different ways. but tonight was not the night. he wasn’t trying to get reported and have intruder as a new notch on his belt.

he had a good feeling you wouldn’t run off and report him though.

the idea of it all got him off much more than he would have ever thought. and looking at you, he could say that same.

his mouth plops off of you, lips swollen and puffy from sucking.

“come all over my tongue. let me taste you, sweet girl,” his tone is euphonious and seductive, yet demanding. his fingers savagely thrust into your seeping hole that clenches tightly around him. your back arches off the mattress as your thighs shake from the upcoming euphoria.

peter’s words send your body into overdrive. your muscles contract and your stomach tightens as your orgasm ripples through your body like a heavenly wave. cum oozes out of you and onto his tongue, slurping up every ounce of your juices until there is nothing left.

“such a good girl,” peter praises while he licks away your arousal from his rosy lips. heat crawls up your neck at your sudden vulnerability. you attempt to close your legs to hide, but he keeps them spread with his rough hands. “you’re going to hide yourself after i just ate you out? we’re just getting started, baby.”

peter pulls his shirt off deliberately, showcasing his bulky abs and muscles that made your clit pulse with desire again. he looks like he was man-made, a real-life sculpture with chiseled muscles and perfectly ridged abs. you were insatiable to this man, who snuck into your room to steal something— you should be mad at him. furious. but when his boxers fall down his legs, only dirty and needy emotions and thoughts are left.

your eyes widen at his impressive length; you’ve only been with a few guys in the past, but none of them were this big. you were scared, yet excited to feel his cock stretch you out sinfully. you imagined how long you would feel him inside of you afterwards, soreness like a good workout at the gym.

“you’re so big,” you mumble, not hiding the fact that you were blatantly eyeing his raging cock with hunger, fear, and lust.

“it’ll fit. don’t worry, doll,” he hovers over you, smoothing your hair away from your worried eyes. “do you have a condom?”

you stretch out your arm into your night stand, blindly grabbing a tin-foiled package. you seductively rip it with your teeth, causing peter to groan in impatience. he snatches it away from you and swiftly slides it onto his sturdy cock.

“such a fucking tease,” he hisses, running the tip of his cock along your folds, which were already soaked in arousal again. “are you ready?”

you nod your head surely, more than ready for him to fill you up.

“you’re one to talk,” you sass, rolling your eyes, which were no longer as worried, but full of needy anticipation. he huffs out a single chuckle, eyes strained on his dick rubbing around your wetness tediously.

“speaking of talking, don’t,” peter thrusts into you savagely, making you gasp and shriek. your hand immediately goes to his shoulder for leverage, nails digging desperately into the meat of his skin. the other tightens securely onto your mouth to keep quiet, even though it’s probably useless now.

hoarse profanities fall from his lips as he shifts around your snug hole. your velvety walls choke his cock so fucking good, he doesn’t think he’ll last any longer. and then you clench even tighter around him, sending peter’s eyes rolling back into brain.

“you’re so fucking tight,” peter groans in your ear, flicking his hips upwards into you. your body trembles in overwhelming pleasure, muffled whines begging to be released.

slapping skin and hushed moans fill the air. peter fits a hand between the two of you and rubs your throbbing clit perfectly. his lips travel down from your ear to your neck, kissing along your skin. his tongue discovers your soft spot, sucking harshly until you’re clutching onto him for dear life.

“you’re so good, peter. so deep, too, oh god,” you can’t help the lusty wail that tumbles from your raspy throat when he rapidly rolls his hips, repeatedly touching your sensitive g-spot. he growls at the praise, every action being intensified by the comment. you notice this and smile with a hint of devilishness behind it.

“you may be smiling now,” peter pants, muscles popping and flexing from the position. “but you’ll be crying soon.”

if possible, his thrusts got harder. and deeper. and faster. he was pounding into your cunt like there was no tomorrow, buckets of arousal leaking from you and all around him. peter would pull his cock fully out just to slam it back in, and it made you wither away into another dimension. his balls beat against you harshly with every brisk thrust of his body. his skilled thumb pets your clit, electrifying all your nerves into blissful flames.

there was so much to feel; the biting of his kisses on your neck, the rough texture of his thumb pad on your clit, the long, thick length plunging barbarically into you, and the heaviness of his weight above you. you were so overwhelmed by the pleasure, water brimmed at your tear ducts. soon, full-blown tears are streaming down your face from the euphoria running through your veins.

that familiar wicked smile curls on peter’s face with your appearance; wild hair, tear-stained cheeks, and swollen lips. he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked so beautiful in front of him.

his cock twitches when you whimper loudly underneath the palm of your hand, begging to let you come. contracting on his shaft, your nails stab his shoulder blade until crescent moon marks appear. a strangled moan leaves him when your body rolls up towards him, back arching harshly.

“need to come. so bad, peter,” you whine. his name from your lips drives him mental.

“fuck, y/n,” he sighs heavily. “come around my cock like the good girl you are.”

with those words, your second orgasm tumbles through your body like a thunderstorm. peter slams his lips against yours to keep you quiet, all your pent-up moans turning into needy hums in your throat. stars spot in your vision and you thought you might pass out from being fucked into oblivion. you wouldn’t even be mad— it was worth it.

summoning all your energy, your muscles tense as the liquid floods out of you. your back arches, making your bare breasts push up against peter’s chest. at the same time, peter comes with a string of curse words against your plush lips. he shoots his load into the condom, balls tightening while his eyes screw shut. he steadies his pumps and slowly pulls out of you, never wanting to leave.

you whimper at the emptiness, already missing his cock. he ties the knot and tosses it into the garbage under your desk. peter slips into his boxers and immediately finds the small box of tissues on your night stand. grabbing a few, he cleans you delicately like an antique doll as if he didn’t just ravish your body and soul.

you were beyond dumbstruck as he wiped you up. the few people you have been with never stayed long enough for aftercare, and even though it should be a necessity, the action still made your heart lurch for peter. speaking of your heart, it was beating a mile a minute. sex was a physical activity, yet having a huge crush on someone felt a lot more physically demanding. but you really liked the feeling.

a million thoughts brisked through your head; how does he feel? does he feel the same? did he hate it? did he love it? you shake your head. if you didn’t stop yourself, you would ruin any chance you might have by overthinking too much.

when you refocus your eyes to the moment, peter has his jeans fully on and his shirt in his hand. he slides it on and then looks at you worryingly, seeming as though you’re still naked and haven’t moved.

“are you okay? did i go too hard? fuck—”

“yes—i mean no! shit,” you stutter after interrupting him and close your eyes in embarrassment. “yes, i’m fine. i’m more than fine. that was… really good, peter. like really good.”

peter’s tensed shoulders relax as his face melts from a concerned expression to a soft one. you slip your large t-shirt on and stand up from your bed. your legs are a bit unbalanced and wobbly, and peter can’t help but chuckle as he holds you steady by your hips.

“stop laughing! you did this!” you whisper-yell with a faked angry face.

“oh, i know. next time, i’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, let alone stand,” he winks with an arrogant smile cascading his lips. familiar heat creeps up your neck and ears, making you all tingly inside at the idea of a next time with peter.

“next time?” large rings of hope surround your irises as you stare into peter’s. his arrogance slightly fades as he itches with nervousness.

“yeah, if that’s what you want, of course,” why is he holding his breath? why is his heart beating so unhealthy fast?

“if i say yes, does that mean you’re going to try to steal my panties again?” you try to hold back your grin as you joke, peering up at him with squinted eyes.

“are you going to let me steal your panties again?” he clicks his tongue with his all too familiar smirk. he loves your playful demeanor and your attempts to withhold a smile.

you pretend to think, really debating. peter can’t help but stare at you in awe. you were beautiful, and he regrets not approaching you earlier because you were… well, he didn’t really know you yet, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. even if you told him to fuck off and never to see him again, he knew that he would never forget you or this night.

you push yourself closer to peter, chest to chest. you can both feel the rapid beating of your hearts through your shirts. however, you stand, gazing confidently at peter. he watches you as you lean right in like you were going to kiss him.

“mm maybe. you might just have to find out yourself,” your breathy words linger on his lips as you back away and casually get into the bed. you unfold the comforter and tuck yourself in, like you didn’t just give peter a semi-hard on in his pants.

suddenly a loud crash is heard from outside, alerting both of your heads to peer out through the window.

“my car!” flash cries so high-pitched and whiny, he probably woke up the entire neighborhood. peter isn’t surprised that one of the sorority girls destroyed his car because he deserved it. someone needed to humble him anyway. you both laugh behind the palm of your hands at flash’s girly scream.

with that, peter realizes that he has to go and that he no longer has any minutes to spare. flash, brad, and ned probably weren’t worried about peter while they were out-running the girls. but now that the girls had done the damage, the boys would soon realize peter’s absence.

“better hide your panties. this isn’t over,” peter walks over to the side of your bed and kisses your forehead delicately. he cracks open the window, turning to you with half his body out. with a wink from him and a gasp from you, he jumps down the two-story window without hesitation. your heart flutters at his gentle kiss that lingers on your skin, fingers pressed against the spot his lips last touched.

rain begins to splash on the glass as sprinkles of water drip into your room through the open window. you purposefully don’t close it, even when you know the carpet will get soaked throughout the night. you welcomed the idea that if peter wanted to come back, he could, simply by sneaking through the window the same way he left.

so many other thoughts cloud your mind, making you lie wide awake. you wondered if his heart was still thumping hastily like the rain pattering on your window and onto your floor. you wondered what he looked like when he was drenched in natural rain water. probably breathtakingly beautiful; soaking wet hair and a childish smile adorning his rosy face while he laughs wholeheartedly.

as you roll over to turn off your lamp with a wistful sigh, you remember that you never even got his number. while trying to guess which set of numbers fit peter parker the best, you fall asleep with a yearning heart, flapping its wings adoringly in your chest.

oh, god, you were down. and it was bad.

what you didn’t know was that peter was down too, but even worse than you.

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[nouearth]

a sticky situation.

peter parker x male reader.

summary: peter has a major crush on his roommate: you. everything unravels when he walks in on you changing.

wc: 4.1k. genre: smut. warnings: holland!peter, sub!top peter, voyeur!peter, college!au, dry-humping, grinding, frotting, handjobs, kissing, peter's first time, dubcon, cumplay, peter and reader are shooters, characters are aged up!

a bite of the cold air shuddered your damp and nude body once you stepped out of the bathroom, cataloguing the tidiness of your shared bedroom after. your shoulders tensed when the heated air and cold draft clashed for an estate of your body. but by the way your muscles eased into the green towel around your waist, you’ve figured which side won the war. a warm cheer to victory buzzed in your head.

god, did i luck out with peter… 

you found yourself repeating that observation often these days. it’s only been two months into the semester, but you’ve already concluded that peter was leagues better than your previous roommate. though, the bar was low—he was kind of a homophobe. that guy was a walking proof of evidence that opposites, in fact, do not attract.

on the other hand, peter had proven that similar interests and personalities were the foundation of beautiful, growing relationships: both platonically and romantically. still, relationships were never that black and white—a grey area. a theory that will forever be tested on, only for the outcome to come out vaguer than before, you’ve realized.

peter was like you: friendly, smart, awkward at times, funny to some. you and him basically have the same qualities of a dog, but there was more to it. 

you both shared the same liking down to the genre of video games, the magic of fantasy novels, the cleanliness of a room, the color-coded organization of study notes, and more. 

from there, the similar line of characteristics began to blur. whereas you’d prefer to learn from experience, peter liked playing by the book—sticking to it if he could. peter liked red, you liked blue. he favored savory snacks, you devoured them, but preferred sweet drinks.

opposites attract—the theory was once again, broad in your honor.

difference and similarities aside, you were lucky to have peter in your life. the bedroom was colder before you went to shower, but now it blossomed with a gentle heat.

he knew you hated the cold after a warm shower.

taking the other towel, you dried off the rest of your body while you checked your phone for notifications: a missed call from a friend and a few emails regarding construction around the building you had your classes in.

seriously? still? it’s been almost a year already…

normally, you wouldn’t have walked into the bedroom like this, baring skin and all. but peter went to get food because you both have become familiarized with what they served as food at parties.

note to self: you cannot get full off alcoholic beverages. you and peter both tried two parties ago, and it ended with you two sharing the toilet bowl, detoxing your insides of that liquid poison the entire night. the only enjoyment that resulted from that night was learning that peter was a drunk-crier, and you, a drunk-dancer. your friendship had only leveled up since.

you slid on your white briefs once you dried off before shuffling to the other side of the room, browsing through your shared closet aimlessly: he took the left side, you took the right. it was always dim at those parties, so a nice outfit would be wasted. also, you somehow became a magnet for other people’s misfortunes. it took hours to get rid of the smell of this one girl’s vomit—you threw it out in the end. 

“no, no… it’s going to be cold later…” you cycled through your clothes again, sighing when nothing caught your eye. “guess i can wear this aga-“

“hey!” out of nowhere, peter’s voice sprung out from the side of the room, followed by a quiet thud, and you twisted your bare body towards the source out of fright.

“jesus, you scared me.” the closet door blocked your view of peter, and vice versa, but you presumed he was leaning against the frame—a habit you noted. “i didn’t even hear you come back.”

“sorry- what was i saying..? oh!” his shadow loomed between you and him, growing as he stepped closer to the closet. “did you want to eat now or-“

judging from the volume of his voice, you should’ve expected how close peter was when you shut the closet. “fuck!” you jumped back, eyes widening when he was practically chest to chest with you. “dude, you really gotta stop doing that.”

on a daily basis, you always looked up at him, but you never paid it much thought to how much taller he was. 

“sorry! guess everyone’s a little antsy with the- oh.” he paused.

“what?” you curiously looked up at him, catching sight of his wandering gaze. you were quick enough to follow it, flickering between glimpses of your bare body and face several times like a tennis ball. somehow, you didn’t puzzle the pieces between his shock and your curiosity until he backed away, skittish in nature.

you were in your underwear. still in your underwear. the barrier was the captor of your embarrassment, heat rosed your cheeks as you stood frozen. and with it, the barrier was also your savior.

 “oh- OH!” the size of your eyes matched his and upon realizing he’s been staring for far too long, peter cowered his gaze to the side, a gentlemanly hand blocking his sight as he further backed to the door frame, then blindly bumped his shoulder into the door. “i’m so sorry-“ 

“no, no! i should’ve knocked. i-“ he groaned out, pacifying the sting to his shoulder with his palm. “that was stupid of me, i’m gonna-“

that was another similarity that you both valued: privacy. 

before you could reply, he scattered off. for a moment, you felt hot in the face, in the neck, even on your chest. but it would only take a few more seconds for your skin to cool, comforted by the fact that you could’ve shown more—you didn’t.

when peter scrambled out of the room, his gaze fixated on the ground, to the stripes of his socks as they shuffled to the kitchen. 

but he never made it very far, because he was easily persuaded. either by his hormones, by the shape of your body, or by his closeted feelings about you. in the end, it didn’t matter because a tightening feeling conjured him back to his original spot—it was always going to be about you. 

he was silent in his footsteps, treading backwards to the bedroom as his throat ran dry—heartbeat equally.

tonight. i should do it tonight. are my feelings that obvious? god, i hope not. wait, no- they are! they gotta be… who the fuck wipes marshmallow off of your roommate’s lips and calls them cute?!

peter does.

as his thoughts ran rampant, clouded his regularly murky mind, you were in his line of sight, perfectly captured in the middle of his gaze—now stilled—awe-strucked while he watched you change. 

quick portraits of your thick thighs and calves came and went before they were completely masked by the slide of your shorts. then your stomach and chest; pliant, moist skin that layered over the contours of your body before being covered by a tee. he exhaled, then inhaled, smelling the scent of your shampoo and body wash, and he was delighted because you own that scent.

enraptured because only peter could have his senses triggered by you on a daily basis.

if peter could frame this moment, it would be an expensive endeavor that would sacrifice all the money in the world to find the most perfect materials that complemented your textured skin. your smooth body. your handsome face. 

you. that was all he wanted. 

peter had been trapped since the day he saw you unpacking your things into the dorm. sweaty from the sun, and you knew that, because you refused to shake hands with him until you insisted on washing up first. he wished you never did—your thighs looked better sweating under those shorts.

he’s had crushes before. one in middle school, three in high school. but they amounted to nothing, he never had the confidence. rather, he preferred isolating himself and admiring from afar. rejections had already been predicted, and he was used to the feeling of defeat. if someone were to accept his advances one day, then that would lead to a disruption of events—a catastrophic end to humanity—he joked.

you were different to peter. he loved how, for once, he didn’t have to be the one initiating conversation. he also loved how you didn’t use him for answers because instead, you would help him out with his assignments.

oh, is that professor warren’s class? I think i still have the textbook for her class… let me look. 

even when it would only take five minutes to grab a drink down the street, you still invited him. not out of pity like everybody once did, but because he was your friend. parties have never been your thing, but you accompanied them with him because it made him feel better—to know someone.

maybe since he’s grown more mature since then, but now that he was off on his own, it was up to him to predict his future. it was an advice you gave him one night, and he’s kept that close to his heart since then.  not the hate that had inflicted his mind, not his peers telling he wasn’t good enough for someone—but him.  

in his imaginary world, peter could feel the walls shake when he was around you. the buildings would then fall apart, the earth would scorch civilians and planetary life with heat, and the thundering rain would only make it worse. it was a morbid image. yet, if it meant that you truly liked him, then…

aliens, come do your thing. we insist upon an invasion!

peter wanted you. point, blank, period. it wasn’t his preferred way to confess, but intense sentiments of like, love, lust—all at the same time—ate him up on the inside, and he was scared of being devoid of feelings for you.

“i want… you,” peter muttered, and you jolted again, turning back around in case you misheard him. you were bewildered at the sight of him. once again, you didn’t hear his footsteps.

“what?” you shuffled nervously on your feet. the tension in the air was thick and hot now with the way he stared back at you, frightened yet assured.

“i want you.” there was credence in peter’s tone, and he neared to the door now. 

your eyes narrowed into the deep abyss of peter’s eyes as you sat on the foot of your bed, putting on socks. somewhere in your endeavors, you found a flicker of that familiar joke. “ha. ha. very funny,” you muttered bitterly.

it haunted you. as soon as you came out, you were taunted by those same exact words by your ‘friends,’ by your previous roommate. what made you different from them became a simple reason to cease empathy and kindness, and you were baffled that this was happening again.

maybe peter was like the others after all.

you avoided peter’s gaze in favor of the floor, the legs of your desk, your rug—anywhere but him—and you could feel the color drain out of your face, out of this room—deja vu. “look, i know it’s funny to you because i like guys and for whatever reason, straight guys like to flirt with gay men to get a reaction out of us,” 

the rug cushioned the weight of a familiar pair of feet, and you looked up, a great frown etched in your face when your eyes met peter’s. he towered over you, bewildered. “but it makes me uncomfortable. and it’s not funny to-“

he didn’t know what roused him. the pain in your voice made him want to apologize without any resort to excuses. the pout on your lips made him want to cradle your head, yet kiss you at the same time. the growing tent in his pants made him want to pin you to your bed, and simply ravish you.

it was all a blur. 

his impulsive thoughts became a reality once he stole the remaining words left in your distress, and clumsily swallowed them with a kiss. you didn’t have time to process his lips on yours because you were then pushed onto your back, stilted and surprised, as peter applied his weight on top of yours—his broader build shadowed you in welfare.

“pete-“ you groaned into the hot, breathy kiss, and despite the light attempts to push him away, you were compelled to return the wet exchange. breathlessly, you repeated, “stop, this isn’t funny-“ he kissed you again. all this time, you could’ve had him, but you deluded yourself into thinking otherwise. 

“i’m not laughing,” peter muttered, and his hips began moving into yours, aimlessly trying to alleviate the stiffness in his pants. “i want you.” his voice lowered—no longer a confession, but a demand. he rocked into you harder once he felt you throb under those tight short, and you slipped out a moan, memorizing the beat of peter that pulsated against you.

you remembered him being bashful when you two talked about your firsts. you weren’t completely inexperienced like he was, but you mentioned that it’s been a while since you’ve done anything remotely intimate. school was your focus, a relationship was your reward.

“peter,” you repeated again, he wasn’t listening. “peter.” he whispered a demand; to keep calling his name, and you couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at the cliché line often heard in soft porn.

then, you cupped your hands around his temples to pull him away. he gazed into you with ardent hunger, almost annoyed that you ruined the trail of kisses he began leaving on your neck. “did you drink without me? because if you did, then i don’t think we should-“

“i didn’t,” he sobered on the softness of your lips, and like a flip switch, he snapped out of his fictional world of you. “fuck- i’m so sorry, i didn’t even ask you if you wanted to- fuck, i even forgot to say that i like you.” he ranted to himself, beginning to pull himself away. “this was not how it was supposed to go.”

infatuation had expanded into something beyond your control, and your feelings for him ignited even more. a wick bursted into powerful flames, and it warmed your body knowing that you two shared the same sentiment.

before he completely peeled himself off your body, you pulled him down by the neck, then pressed your nose to his, grinning. “I like you too.” a peck to the tip of his nose, then the center of his lips. your onslaught of fleeting kisses to his skin drowned him, pacifying every muscle in his body until it became jelly, and also making it all the more easier to roll him under you. 

“not exactly how i imagined my first date with you, but,” you straddled his lap, roaming your hands around peter’s chest, an asset of his you’ve frequently daydreamed about. “you sure?”

the applied pressures to your waist, then bottom should’ve been a definite measure of his answer, but he smiled up at you, guiding a steady pace of your hips to his groin. he was easily distracted, suddenly cascading his other palm up your shirt then down to finally feel the bare skin he had spent long showers jerking off to. fantasies had now been served onto a platter before him, and peter planned on devouring you, piece by piece. “please.”

“must have had a lot on your mind if you couldn’t even confess to me.” it was unusual to see him like this—absolutely enthralled by your presence, high off of it. aching for more of you with the way he pushed his groin into you. “how long have you been thinking about this?” being unusual always had negative connotations to it. 

you pressed into him harder, rubbing at his print with gallant grinds. not in this moment. 

he moaned, “far too long…” then fumbled with the waistband of your shorts before doing the same with the zipper. “you’ve been driving me crazy, especially these days.” it was a simple task, a daily labor that peter was great at, but his hands shook when his finger met metal. you chuckled, and placed a comforting hand to his cheek, stroking the soft skin with the amplest caress. 

take your time. i’m not going anywhere.

“mind sharing what you thought about then?” the only time you peel yourself away from peter’s groin was to help him slide your shorts off, then his jeans. peter lifted his hips, and you two were joined together again. aching together. “just curious.” you joked by pulsating your bulge, and he shyly laughed when he saw the restrictive twitch. 

felt it.

“well... where do i start?” peter’s warm hand rested on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your erection while delicately exploring your soft skin. “there’s been so many times where i just wanted to…” he was too ashamed to finish his sentence, looking away.

“wanted to…?” your body arced over his, placing a persuading kiss to his cheek, then neck. “what was it?” they lingered, sunk deep into his skin with the utmost affection, and he left the deepest, pleasurable sighs as if you withdrew it from him. you commenced his dilemma. “tell me what you thought when you first saw me. saw that i was your roommate.”

 “i...” peter began, and you could tell his nerves got the best of him, so you rocked into him again, begged with your hips. the position made it easier to feel all of him, press into his warmth more, and you couldn’t stop. wouldn’t. “i didn’t know what to feel. i was happy, that i had someone as kind as you…” you gleefully hummed, agreeing as you continued leaving kisses to his neck.

“then i was nervous, because you were so… cute. handsome. beautiful.” he moaned when you began to grind in slow, deep strides. your bulges squeezed and pushed one another, peter did the same, growing impossibly bigger against you. “but when i saw you in those shorts, sweating because move-in day was always on a hot day…”

“yeah?” you beckoned him to finish his sentence because you were closing your eyes now, remembering that very moment because you felt the same. the way peter’s chest, his muscles, were broad and stunning under his own layer of sweat, under his loose shirt, under that naivety that you would never have dreamed to think of him as such a…

“i just wanted to fuck you.”

pervert.

the shy smile he gave you messed with your perception of him. clearly, you’ve underestimated him all this time, and you kissed him again. “so, you only thought about pleasuring yourself.”

he quickly broke the kiss to defend himself. “wait, no! t-that’s not what i meant.”

“peter, relax.” your laugh calmly settled into a comforting smile, and you blindly reached down to his thick print, feeling and squeezing at whatever you can because you were desperate to explore him. “i’m joking.” his chest rose.

for the remainder of time, you spent it stroking peter through his underwear. dryly to his frustration, but he never told you because he wanted to experience you in every way. his lips never left yours, only parted to moan into your mouth when you shoved your hand into his briefs to sate your desire to feel him bare.

peter was big in your small hand. the weight felt suffocating to your palm when you grabbed ahold of his sack, fondling his balls, then stroking his cock again, and you were intoxicated in the way he melted under you, looked into you, begged for you to go faster. 

you did. who wouldn’t when he gazed at you with the most puppy-like eyes?

he had complete control of you now, because every action, every stroke, from then on had been a journey to his personal paradise. you didn’t care that you were left abandoned, that you were aching harder than he was. watching him was more than adequate.

both pairs of briefs and shirts have been tossed to the side now, and you maintained your straddle. it was riveting to watch how much bigger peter was when you took both of your cocks together and stroked. he practically enveloped you with the weight of his length, the girth of his shaft, and you wallowed in the fact that he was incredibly bashful about it. 

peter’s hand never left your body. he charmed you by his neediness. it was clumsy in execution, but he always squeezed a moan out of you with he felt your ass, your chest, your nipples, your thighs. “fuck, pete.”

everything about you was beautiful, incredibly more so when you caved into him as he dealt kisses to your bare skin and took his own turn at jerking the both of you off.

he was eager. delirious. hard, stiffening hard, against you, and you felt every vein pulsate the harder— the faster—he squeezed and stroked. you leaned back, hands planted to the mattress beneath you, then maneuvered your hips to the rhythm of his fist. you found a pace while peter kept you steady, and fucked into his fist, against his wet cock, sliming your dripping pre-cum together with the utmost fervor. 

“wait, (m/n),” he hiccuped, and his hold on you tightened, nails dug into your left waist but you ignored his plea, fucking steadily into his fist. “stop, i’m going to-“ they fell on deaf ears, and mouth agape, peter watched you with incredulity. you can feel his body flex, your balls smushed to his when you grinned up, your pre-cum sticking to his, his to yours, like a sick web. “s-stop, oh god.”

and peter unraveled before you with a guttural moan, finishing the rest of his plea with a blasting of thick and creamy ropes to his chest, like a cannon. the force was strong enough to have a few shots land on his face, then his hair, and then somewhere above because peter was a big shooter—a strong one, you’d passionately testify. “f-fuck, i didn’t mean to cum so-“

“holy shit.” you watched peter in all his glory, then in his embarrassment, while stilted on his lap and sweating, not taking notice of the delay of your climax because it crept up on you quick. a rocket broke the cloud in your thoughts with a boom, and you spilled all over him, shooting like fireworks. “shit!”

peter was your canvas, and it was your duty to paint him. debris of sex splattered everywhere, because you somehow found the strength to continue fucking yourself into the cream of fist, unloading and unloading onto him until you were dry, heaving and dripping.  

“fuck- I didn’t mean to ruin your sheets-” he mumbled, a blush stained his cheeks, and you joined in the warmth with a kiss, panting.

“where’s the fun in all of this if you aren’t going to stain at least one thing.” your brows raised at the wet stain on the wall above peter’s head, right below your wall-shelf, and peter’s gazed followed. 

he groaned, distressed by the evident he made. “fuck, sorry…” his bashfulness only endeared you even more. 

“it’s okay,” you hopped off his lap, stretching your arms into the air. “i’ll clean you up.”

“okay,” peter lay still, his hand cautiously held over his stomach to catch the drips of his cum and yours. it was fascinating to watch the mixture flow together, strands of it melding and un-webbing as he played with the sticky residue. it was the scientist in him. “my towel is on the- fuck-“

without a beat, you took his dripping flaccid cock into your mouth, sucking off any remnants of spunk. an unfamiliar taste you weren’t used to, bitter and salty. it wasn’t until you noticed how peter’s eyes glazed over you, half-lidded because he was in heaven now, that you found the taste of him delectable. peter’s caution for staining your bed sheets was disregarded, because he knew you’d clean the rest of him off. 

after you pulled away with a soft pop, he traced your wet lips with the cum on his fingers, then his knuckles, before he pushed one by one into your mouth. one finger at first, then two, then three, you moaned erotically around his digits as peter pumped, marveling in the eagerness of your mouth. he slowly pushed more cum into your mouth. the creamy residue gathered at the corner of your mouth at first but he made sure to scoop it back in, and continued doing so until he was polished clean. 

nothing was wasted. 

the taste of you and him spread in the warmth of your tongue, and you have never felt more intoxicated.

to peter, you have never looked more beautiful.

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[ptergwen]

starks daughter reader x peter parker, making out? like the avengers ask jarvis to show what’s happening in her room and they see what’s happening?

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w/c: 719

warnings: 18+, explicit language, implied smut

a/n: i made one little change so it’s friday instead of jarvis but everything else is the same so i hope you don’t mind and that you enjoy! also don’t forget to join my new taglist y’all mwah

“y/n…”

you’re kissing down peter’s neck, lips leaving goosebumps on his skin. he’s practically writhing underneath you, and you’ve hardly even done anything.

yet.

“y/n, baby.”

you grip the collar of peter’s shirt in both hands and bring your lips to the shell of his ear.

“yes, peter?”

“c’mon, we can’t. we’re… we’re gonna be late for dinner.”

“wouldn’t you rather eat me instead?”

your teeth sink into peter’s earlobe, a hand traveling down to the bottom of his shirt. peter throws his head back and closes his eyes, trying to resist you, but he can’t. you’re his weakness.

“fuck, y/n/n. don’t do this to me.”

“what, is there something else you want me to do to you?”

you start to pull peter’s shirt over his head, but he grabs both your hands in one of his.

“we’ve gotta go join the others. you know how important team dinners are to your dad.”

“and you know how much i despise them.”

“yeah, but i don’t understand why. i think they’re a sweet idea.”

“i think they suck.”

“how come?”

“steve makes the blandest food, thor has literally zero table manners, and everyone’s always asking me questions. way too many questions.”

“you mean trying to get to know you?”

“it’s the fucking worst.”

peter chuckles and pulls you in by your waist.

“you really are a stark.”

“am i? because the leader of the pack came up with this whole team dinner thing.”

“your dad just wants everyone to spend more time together.”

“well, i just wanna spend time with you.”

you peck peter’s lips. peter smiles and secures his arms around your waist.

“at least wanda’s cooking tonight. means the food will actually have some flavor.”

“yippee.”

peter lets out a breath.

“i’d be more than happy to eat you for dessert, but dinner first, okay?”

“or i could be your appetizer.”

your lips attack peter’s before he can respond. despite himself, he gives in this time, kissing back with just as much fervor.

-

“what’s taking them so long? the chicken paprikash is almost done.”

“looks delish, wanda. i’ve never had sokovian food before.”

“oh, thank you, scott. you’ll love it.”

“sure, sure. i bet i will. i just, y’know… it won’t be spicy, will it?”

sam elbows bucky’s arm.

“dude thinks paprika is spicy.”

“and i thought i was bad.”

scott frowns.

“what? it’s a spice, isn’t it?”

tony enters the dining room with a grin, rubbing his hands together.

“hey, gang. smells good in here, little red.”

“thanks, tony. i’m just about ready to serve it. we’re waiting on the kids.”

“oh? they’re still not down yet?”

“nope,” bruce sighs. “i saw them sneaking up to y/n’s room earlier,” natasha smirks. “dang, you didn’t have to rat them out,” sam remarks.

“like you wouldn’t do the same.”

“fair.”

“stop teasing, you two,” steve chastises. “no, no. this is true. i passed little stark and the spiderling on the stairs,” thor says.

tony glares at thor.

“so you all knew they were canoodling, and no one thought to tell me?”

“uh oh, drama,” scott whispers to wanda. “canoodling?” natasha snorts.

steve shoots them both looks.

“i’m sure they’re on their way down, tony.”

“yeah? let’s find out.”

tony double taps his glasses. his artificial intelligence comes to life.

“friday, show me y/n.”

“on it, boss.”

friday taps into her system that’s installed in your room and broadcasts the feed to tony’s glasses. he immediately regrets asking her to do so when he sees what you’re up to. yours and peter’s tongues are quite literally down each other’s throats, and peter is trying to take your bra off, but struggling to unhook it.

tony rips off his glasses and tosses them onto the dining room table. he shudders, shaking his head to rid his mind of the image. natasha puts on tony’s glasses to see for herself.

“yup. they’re canoodling, alright.”

“for real? this i’ve gotta see.”

“wait your turn, wilson.”

tony snatches his glasses back from natasha.

“absolutely not. no one will be taking turns watching my daughter and parker swap spit. have some class, will you?”

“yeah, have some class!” thor chimes in through a mouthful of bread wanda had put on the table.

wanda joins everyone with a serving plate of food.

“chicken paprikash, anyone?”

tags: @mystic-writings @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @lnmp89 @jenoslov @crvshnburnn @yourlocalomlette @starlight-starks @belovasheart @liltimmyst @eviewriites @hollandsangel @parkerctrl @eichenhouseproperty @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah @varshhyy @ellebutnotwoods @magicalxdaydream @tayyx

[etoileholland]

Tom has such a thing for your wedding band and feeling it against his skin. He can’t get enough of your wedding band being pressed against his cheek when you cup his face, he often clinks your wedding ring with his—much like one would do with champagne flutes—and he especially loves holding your hand when he’s on top of you as you make out, your wedding rings making indents into each other’s hands. It reminds him so much that you two are connected and he wants it to remain that way forever

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Whitewater

Wipeout - Chapter 4

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hey, here’s chapter four, I hope you guys enjoy! I’d really appreciate hearing any feedback you have whether that be in reblogs or comments! It def helps keep me motivated and makes this all more fun. As always my inbox is open if you have anything to say. Thanks for reading, love you guys xx

Warnings: Fighting, angst, smut

Summary: It’s time for you and Tom to talk about what happened

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Three days, you didn’t talk to Tom for three days. He’d texted you the morning after the party but you didn’t respond, and he left you alone after that. It was strange to go from talking everyday to not speaking at all. You were tempted to reach out a few times but you always ended up backing out. Part of you was embarrassed about how you’d blown up at him, and part of you was still angry. Talking to him just didn’t seem that appealing yet, you wanted to figure out what to say first.

“Knock knock,” Grace knocked on your bedroom door, cutting your morning sulk short as she peeked into your room, “Come on, this is your third day of sulking, I’d be a bad friend if I didn’t force you to do anything, or at least talk.”

“I’m just thinking,” you blushed.

“Thinking about Tom, which isn’t doing you any good. Get up, you’re gonna shower and then we’re gonna get coffee and go shopping,” she smiled as she fell down onto your bed beside you.

“I don’t wanna go shopping,” you scoffed.

“Not even at the home store?” she smiled as you suddenly became interested, “I think I’m ready to admit I need a little help decorating my room.”

“Really?” you sat up excitedly.

You’d been begging her to let you help her decorate her room since you two moved in together, but she was insistent on doing it herself. It was the one room that was all hers to decorate, but she was far too indecisive to ever finish the project. She’d already gone through two lamps, bought a new dresser, and rearranged the furniture a million times, but she still had no idea how she wanted the room to look. You’d tried giving her suggestions but she never listened, insisting that eventually she’d be able to figure out what she wanted.

She nodded, “Yes, I had my fun playing designer, but I’m ready to have a finished room now.”

“I told you Grace, interior design is serious business,” you laughed, “Alright, give me a few minutes to get ready.”

“Yay,” she hugged you before bouncing out of your bed, “Get out your paint swatches too, I think I want an accent wall.”

“You can’t paint your room, we’re renting.”

“Better to ask for forgiveness,” she sang as she went skipping back to the living room.

You dragged yourself out of bed and went padding into the bathroom. After a quick shower you threw on an old t-shirt and some shorts and let Grace drag you away to a local coffee shop to pick up a couple of drinks before you hit the home stores.

You suggested sticking to a boho, beachy theme to match with her usual aesthetic and Grace seemed happy with that. She also liked your suggestion of peel and stick wallpaper instead of paint. That way she could get her accent wall and you could get your safety deposit back. As soon as you arrived you dragged her past the paint and to the wallpapers, where she began digging through racks for something she liked.

“I’m not super into these geometric ones, and the florals seem kind of old lady-ish,” she knit her brows, “I think I want something green, or tan, maybe blue.”

“I’d go with tan or green,” you hummed.

“Good call,” she moved further down the aisle and glanced back at you for a moment, “We’ll pry have to ask the boys to help us put this up huh?”

You frowned, “Yeah, Haz could help.”

“Okay, does that mean you and Tom just aren’t going to talk anymore?” she pressed.

“I don’t know yet Grace, I mean that’s not really what I want but I’m still angry and everything,” you crossed your arms, “Can we please stick to wallpaper?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I think I like this one,” she pulled out a roll of white paper decorated with deep tan palm trees, waves, suns, and other small, beachy doodles that seemed almost hand drawn.

“That’s really cute Grace, I think it’d look good on the wall you have your bed against,” you squinted at the label on the roll as you tried to find the size, “California dreamin’,” you chuckled at the name, “I think one roll should cover it, but maybe we should get a second just in case?”

“Better safe than sorry,” she chimed, tossing two rolls into your shopping cart, “Come on, I wanna find a night stand too.”

“Alright,” you followed behind her with a frown. Walking through the store was reminding you of Tom, there wasn’t any particular reason really, you just had Tom on the brain, “Why do you think he does stuff like this?”

“Tom?”

You nodded.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “You’d have to talk to him about that.”

“Yeah, I still don’t really want to do that right now.”

“Well you could try telling me about it. It might feel good just to vent.”

“Okay,” you took a deep breath before you continued, “It just really sucked. He ditched me for someone else and it made me feel really insecure.”

“Because he was with someone else?”

“Because he picked her over me. It made me feel like he’s just into me because I’m there, and I’d like him to be sleeping with me because he’s attracted to me, not just because I’m willing.”

“Of course he’s attracted to you (y/n), he’s the one who came on to you in the first place. Plus before he used to just call you my really pretty friend before he got your name down,” she laughed, “I don’t think attraction is an issue at all, and I don’t think he sleeps with you just because you're there either. Don’t get me wrong, it was super douchey, and I’m not trying to defend him, but I don’t want you to get down on yourself because of it. You’re gorgeous, Tom, and me, and everyone else who’s ever seen you knows it. If Tom, or any other guy, does some shitty thing like he did, it’s because of him, not you.”

“Thank you Grace,” you flushed at her kind words and leaned forward on the handlebars of the cart, “You’re right, it’s on him if he’s gonna be a dick.”

“Exactly, and no more pouting. We’re home shopping, that’s like one of your five favorite things to do,” Grace smiled and squeezed your shoulder. You knew she was trying her best to cheer you up, but it wasn’t helping much, “Just come look at all these shelves, you love shelves.”

“I do like shelves,” you agreed, tracing over the edge of a simple wooden floating shelf, “Last time I was here with Tom he tried to buy the ugliest shelf I’ve ever seen. I don’t even think he liked it honestly, I think he just liked that it was making me mad.”

“I don’t want to push you on this again because it seems like it’s kind of a touchy subject, but are you totally sure you aren’t catching feelings for Tom?”

You groaned, “Of course I’m not catching feelings Grace, and you said it yourself. He was being super douchey, and I’m upset about it. Can’t I be upset about that without it meaning anything more?”

“Yeah, but I want you to be sure. I don’t want you to get your heart broken.”

“I won’t, I already told you before I don’t have feelings for him, and I still don’t. I’m just mad because he was being a dick and he made me feel like shit. If I thought I was catching feelings or something then I would call things off. I might still call things off, I don’t know, I just need to talk to him,” you huffed.

“I think you need to sleep with someone else,” Grace hummed, “Get over by getting under. Is there anyone else in town you’d want to sleep with?”

You frowned, “The only guys I really hang out with are Tom and Haz, and sometimes Tom’s brothers. I mean Haz is hot b-”

“Ew!” she snapped, “Harrison isn’t hot!”

You rolled your eyes, “Well of course you don’t think he’s hot, he’s your cousin.”

“Yeah, and that makes him off limits to you,” she glared, “Pick someone else.”

“I don’t know… If we’re going purely on looks, maybe Leo?”

“Leo Black?” she gaped, “You have the worst taste ever.”

“What? He’s cute.”

“He’s a fucky boy, you need someone more mellow,” she hummed, “Like Adrien or something.”

You crinkled your nose, “Adrien? I mean he’s cute and nice and everything, but I like guys who are a little more… Outgoing.”

“No babe, trust me, shy guys are the best,” she smirked, “At least in bed.”

You started to laugh, “Maybe you’re right but I’m sticking with Leo.”

“I can’t believe I’m letting you decorate my room with taste like that,” she cringed.

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Four days after the party and one day after talking with Grace you decided you were ready to talk to Tom again, though you weren’t exactly sure how to go about it. You wanted to text him and ask him to talk, but you were worried that he wouldn’t want to, or worse, he wouldn’t respond at all. Things were made even worse when you got to work and remembered that it was Tuesday, which meant Tom would be outside all day teaching his surf class.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring when you stepped outside to clean the patio, he just looked cute out there helping the kids. Every stolen glance made your heartache a little more, reminding you of just how much you missed hanging out with him. A few times you caught him looking your way too, he’d crack a small smile but you would just turn away. The smile at least assured you that he probably would want to talk, but you knew you’d have to wait until your shift ended. Tom however, had never been very patient, and he had no interest in waiting until you were off work.

While you were busy scrubbing tables clean Tom sent Paddy running up to the patio to talk to you for him. He was the only kid in class Tom could trust with such an important task, and also the only one he could boss around to that degree. Paddy jumped onto the railing of the patio, leaning over it so he could wave and get your attention.

“(y/n)?” he blushed as he spoke.

“Hi Paddy,” you smiled over at him, “You know there’s no minors allowed.”

“I-I know, Tom asked me to come give this to you,” he held out a small seashell to you, “He thought you would like it.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek to fight your smile as you took the shell from him. It was a simple white shell with a hole in it that looked like a jagged heart, “That’s really sweet, thank you,” you sighed, “Could you do me a favor Paddy?”

He nodded, “Totally.”

“Could you tell Tom to text me when you get back over there?”

“Got it,” he nodded again and went scrambling back down the beach.

You smiled down at the shell before placing it in your pocket. The simple, sweet gesture was enough to assure you that everything would be okay. Tom still valued your friendship, and you were hopeful that you two could talk things out and go back to normal. You’d probably stop sleeping together, but you cared a lot more about keeping him as a friend anyway.

Tom glanced your way again as Paddy returned to the group, though this time you didn’t look away from him. His lips curled upwards as Paddy whispered to him. He waved at you, happy to see you were finally smiling back. You waved back at him before walking back into the restaurant. Soon Tom’s class wrapped up and you watched him and his students leave the beach. As soon as he stepped back into Aqua Life you had your eyes on your phone, waiting for him to text you. Sure enough it came through just moments after he entered the building.

T: Hey flower, I hope you liked the shell. If you want to talk or something we could get together after work

You smiled down at your phone before replying.

Y: The shell was sweet, I’m off at 4, I can get together anytime after that

T: I’m off at 3, you wanna swing by my place after work?

Y: I’ll be there

T: Looking forward to it 😚

You rolled your eyes and shoved your phone back into your pocket. The last hours of your shift flew by, and you found you were much more focused on what you were going to say to Tom than your actual job. You wanted to go in prepared so you could tell him exactly why you were upset without getting worked up again, but all you could come up with was calling him a dick. Which certainly didn’t cover the range of emotions you had been feeling.

After clocking out you went straight for your car, your heart hammered with every step you took, a wave of anxiety washed over you as you pulled out of the parking lot. You found yourself wishing he lived further away. You had hardly prepared what you wanted to say, and you had no idea what Tom was going to say either. Sure he was being sweet, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have an earful prepared for you too. You’d made a scene at his roommate's birthday party, embarrassing both of you in front of everyone there. Granted it wasn’t your normal crowd, but it was still rude, and very unlike you.

Tom’s house came into view far too quickly, both his and Harrison’s car were sitting in the driveway. You parked on the side of the road and pulled on a sweater before you paced up to their door. You knocked softly and crossed your arms while you waited for him to answer.

Instead of Tom you were met with Harrison, with a big smile on his face, “Hi (y/n), it’s good to see you.”

“Hi,” you blushed awkwardly, “I-I just came by to talk to Tom.”

“Right but before you do that I-”

He was cut off by Tom, who wiggled in between him and the door to get to you, “Don’t mind Haz love, come on in.”

“Yes mind Haz,” Harrison snapped as Tom pulled you inside, “Look Tom doesn’t seem to think that this is an important matter, but I need to talk to you much more urgently than he does.”

You frowned and knit your brows, “Why?”

Tom rolled his eyes a Harrison started talking, “So that lemonade you make us-”

“He’s fucking obsessed with it,” Tom interrupted again.

“Stop interrupting,” Harrison glared at him, “Anyways I’ve put a lot of thought into this alright? And I’ve been trying to narrow it down so I just really need to know, does it have blue raspberry in it?”

You laughed at how serious he was and shook your head, “No, no blue raspberry.”

“Seriously?” he groaned, “I thought I was onto something. What about vanilla?”

“No vanilla either,” you smirked, “You’re never gonna guess it Haz, and I’m never gonna tell you either.”

“Oh I will guess it,” he said it almost like it was a threat, “Mark my words I will figure this out.”

“Well you can keep guessing some other time, (y/n)’s here to talk to me,” Tom set his hand on your back, “We’ll be out back if you need us.”

The small gesture helped relax you a bit, you found yourself leaning into his touch while you walked. On his back patio they had two white wooden chairs and a small table where you could sit and overlook the beach. You’d always been jealous of Tom and Harrison’s home, they rented a two story house on the beach for remarkably cheap from Tom’s parents. It had a gorgeous view, and of course the boys got to run out on the beach anytime they pleased.

“You’re really lucky you’ve got such a nice view,” you commented as you two sat down.

“I know,” he smiled at you, “I know we’ve got serious stuff to talk about, but I wanted to start by telling you I’ve really missed you.”

“I missed you too Tom,” you blushed, “I, uh, I don’t really know where to start.”

“Me either,” he admitted, “I guess I still don’t really know what happened...”

That made a bit of anger bubble up inside of you. It seemed so obvious to you. How could he not get what the issue was?

“You invited me to go out with you and you spent the night hitting on someone else, it pissed me off, and rightfully so,” you scoffed.

“But you’ve never got mad about me hitting on someone before. I mean we aren’t together, that sort of thing shouldn’t piss you off,” he frowned.

“It’s not the hitting on someone part that bugged me!” you snapped, your cheeks suddenly flushing red, “It’s the fact that you invited me out, we made plans, and then you wanted to run off with someone else. How do you not see how that would hurt me?”

“I,” his mouth hung open for just a moment and his tongue darted out over his bottom lip, “It was just a little harmless flirting.”

“But you invited me out!” you snapped, “You invited me to go out of town and then we made all these plans and then you ran off to flirt with her instead.”

“Well I can’t help it if you get jealous (y/n),” he snapped back, “That’s on you.”

All the same anger you’d felt that night was coming rushing back to you. How dare he accuse you of being jealous? Of course you weren’t jealous.

“I am not jealous Tom,” you seethed, “I’m angry because I didn’t know anyone there and you just ditched me. That’s not how you treat your friends when you invite them places, don’t try to pin this on me just because you don’t want to apologize.”

“I am perfectly fine with apologizing,” he glared at you, “I’m the one that’s been trying to actually talk about this. You just wanted to call things off.”

“Yeah because I don’t want to sleep with someone who only cares about sleeping with me when no one else is around!” you could feel your throat getting tight and your eyes starting to blur, you still didn’t want to cry but you weren’t sure how long you could keep it together, “Our friendship isn’t just a regular friendship Tom. There’s a certain degree of vulnerability that comes with sex and it makes me feel like shit when you ask me to spend the night with you then you try to run off with someone else. Me not wanting you to rub the fact that you found someone prettier in my face does not make me jealous. It just makes me insecure, and it is perfectly reasonable for me to get insecure sometimes! I’m a person, not a fucking blow up doll!” you had lost it, breaking down into violent sobs as you finished your rant.

Tom had never seen you cry and he didn’t really know how to handle it. It made him feel awful, especially knowing he was the cause of it. He wanted to comfort you but he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it.

He moved his chair closer to yours and reached over to touch you. He went slow, making sure you had plenty of time to push him away before he set his hand on your cheek, “I didn’t think she was prettier than you,” he wiped your teary eyes with a frown, “I never do. You’re really gorgeous (y/n), and you’ve got nothing to be insecure about. I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise,” he pursed his lips before he continued, “I don’t know if telling you this is gonna make this worse or better but I wasn’t flirting with her because I was into her or something. It’s just that sometimes when I flirt with other girls you get a little annoyed and you know…” he trailed off for a second, “Well you just get a little rougher in bed when you’re annoyed. I was just trying to have a bit of fun, I’m sorry I hurt you in doing that.”

“You’re such a dick,” you mumbled through your tears, “Why couldn’t you just tell me you liked it rough or something?”

“I’m sorry,” he wiped your tears again, “Look I know I can be really self centered but I try not to act like that with the people I care about. I promise I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it was hurting you.”

You found yourself leaning into him again. There was comfort in his words, and it was nice to be reassured that he found you as attractive as you found him. His explanation seemed genuine, even if his reasoning was still dickish, you appreciated his honesty. That didn’t mean he had hurt you any less though.

“I don’t see why you wouldn’t just tell me that though, or why you didn’t realize that would hurt me. I mean you’d be pissed if I invited you out of town and then left you all alone once we got there.”

“Yeah…” he was quiet for a minute as he imagined the scenario, “Yeah, it would really piss me off. I wasn’t thinking about how it would make you feel, and I should have been. I mean Harrison told me it was shitty too, but I did it anyway, I was just being selfish, I’m sorry I don’t have a better explanation than that.”

“You should listen to Harrison more often,” you advised.

He chuckled, “I know, he really is the brains of the operation.”

You let out a light laugh and your lips curled to a smile, “You just realized?”

“Of course not, I just don’t like to admit it,” he winked, “You know what might make you feel better?”

“What?”

“Giving me a taste of my own medicine.”

You frowned and knit your brows, “What do you mean?”

“You know, we go out of town again, you ditch me to go flirt with some other guy,” he cracked a small smile, “Sometimes a little revenge is all you need.”

You laughed lightly, “That’s really petty Tom.”

“I know,” he nodded, “That’s why it will make you feel better.”

“I don’t think it will be the same if you know that I’m doing it.”

“I’m sure it’ll have the same effect,” he hummed and leaned forward, setting his hands over your thighs, “If you don’t want to it’s fine, I just thought it might help. Sometimes it feels good to be petty.”

“Yeah, it does,” you agreed, “I don’t wanna go out of town again though. Maybe just out with some of my friends from school, and you can go sit somewhere while I flirt.”

“Whatever you want love,” he squeezed your legs, “If you want to go party with the dickhead college boys then so be it.”

“You’ll fit right in,” you bit back.

“Ouch,” he chuckled, “That hurts love.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault, you’ve got a lot in common,” you hummed.

“You know that’s not true Flower, I mean for one, I can actually make you cum,” his lips drew into that all too familiar cocky smile, “And I give great head.”

You pursed your lips, “Most of the time.”

His jaw fell open, “Most of the time? Come on, you’re just trying to hurt my feelings now,” he sank back into his chair with a dramatic sigh, “You know if you tell me you’ve been faking it I’m going to be totally crushed.”

“I was talking about the oral, I’ve never faked it,” you clarified, “I don’t like it when you bite my thighs.”

“Oh my god I haven’t done that since like the first time we got together,” he scoffed, “I stopped the second you said you didn’t like it. You can’t hold that against me forever.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, I just think you’ve got a little room for improvement there.”

“Is that a challenge?” he sat back up, leaning in towards you while he narrowed his eyes, “Because we can go to my room and settle that right now.”

“I don’t know, it’s not really that sexy if you’re only doing it to prove a point,” you hummed.

“It’s not just to prove a point, it also happens to be something I rather enjoy doing,” he leaned in even close to you with a smirk, “And it’d be a chance to make up for this weekend,” his lips barely brushed along your jawline, leaving feint kisses there that made you shiver, “We could do it right here if you wanted. I’ve never done anything in public, it might be sort of fun.”

“This is a patio, it’s not public,” you bit your lip as he moved down your neck.

He pulled back slightly so he could meet your eyes, “But we’re right in front of a public beach, and Haz is just inside, it’s still pretty risky.”

“It’s no more risky than doing it in a car, or when there’s other people in the house,” you retorted.

His lips curled into a smile before returning to your skin, “Shh, it’s more fun if there’s a little risk Flower.”

“Getting caught wouldn’t be fun Tom.”

“Hey,” he pressed his lips to your ear before whispering, “I said shh.”

You bit your lip again and held your tongue, deciding it was probably in your best interest not to interrupt him again. He kissed a trail down your neck, stopping at the collar of your sweater, making you wish you’d left it off. Strong hands sank into your waist, one of them slipping forward to unbutton your shorts. Your whole body buzzed with anticipation while he dragged the zipper down, anxiously waiting for his next move. Without breaking contact he moved to his knees in front of you and lifted your hips off the chair. He tugged your shorts off and carefully sat them beside your chair.

“Getting all wet for me huh?” he stopped sucking at your skin just long enough to tease you, dragging his index finger over the front of your underwear.

You nodded, craning your neck back to give him better access to your skin, “You’re gonna get uncomfortable on your knees, maybe we should la-”

“Don’t worry about me,” he interrupted as he placed a hand on the back of your head, forcing your head back down so you could meet his eyes, “This is about you, okay?”

You only nodded, your eyes dropped down to his lips for just a moment before he pressed them against yours. You smiled at the familiar taste of his piña colada chapstick and laced one of your hands through his hair. Both of his hands returned to your waist, they wandered up your torso and under your sweater, taking a brief feel of your soft skin before they returned to your underwear. He hooked his fingers on the edge and gently tugged them off your hips, carefully setting them on top of your shorts. You licked his bottom lip to show him that you were ready for more, but Tom intended to take his time. He kissed you slow and steady and kept his hands at your waist.

Finally he nipped at your bottom lip and you thought he might give you something more, but instead he pulled away. He smiled when he noticed the small pout on your lips and bent down to kiss your thigh. He trailed quick, playful kisses all the way up your leg, stopping just before he reached your core. He then repeated the process on the other leg before he moved his hands down to your thighs.

“Are you ready angel?” he purred, looking up at you with the most sultry smile you’d ever seen.

You licked your lips and nodded, Tom let out a low chuckle before he spread your legs. You shivered at the newfound exposure and he started kissing the inside of your thighs. They were slow, open mouthed kisses that made it hard for you to breathe. Part of you wanted to yell and demand that he hurry it up, but really you loved the build up. It always made it so much better when he finally did touch you. You watched his lips move closer and closer to your core until finally he was right there, but instead of giving you what you needed most, he started kissing your stomach.

“Tom,” you groaned in frustration.

He glanced up at you and winked before he pressed his lips to your clit. It began as a soft, gentle kiss, but in seconds he was running his tongue over you. You gasped happily and once again your hand found its way to his hair. Tom groaned in approval as he started sucking at your clit. His right hand left your thigh and reached around to press against your lower back, pushing you even closer to him. You whimpered above him as you watched him work between your legs. Suddenly he licked a long stripe up you, causing you to moan and throw your head back.

You could feel his lips curl to a smile as they worked against you. You tried to spread your legs further but the arms of the chair were preventing you from doing so. Noticing your struggle Tom pulled you forward and lifted your left leg over his shoulder. Now you were seated right on the edge of the chair, your hips angled upwards while he teased your entrance. The new angle allowed you to rock your hips against him, which made him moan against you.

Tom flicked his tongue over you a few times before dipping inside of you. You expected him to add a finger but it never came, instead he used his tongue to push you closer and closer to the edge. Your stomach was tied in knots, everything he did was edging you towards your finish.

“Tom,” you gasped as he returned to your clit very suddenly.

Tom picked up his speed, there was nothing he loved more than to hear you moaning his name. He could tell you were close, and he was eager to have you fall apart for him. He couldn’t see your face, although he would have liked to, but the way you were moaning and rocking your hips already had him hard enough. If he had a free hand he would have reached down to touch himself, but he was much more focused on making you feel good at the moment.

“Tom,” his name came out like a plea, like you were begging him to bring you to your climax, “Tom.”

He dipped his tongue into you again, teasing you for a moment before he took your clit between his lips. Your whole body was burning, your breath came out in short pants while you tugged at his hair. He pressed you even closer to him, humming contently against your sensitive skin. The vibrations were what finally did it for you, an intense wave of pleasure overtook you and you came undone against his mouth. He continued to lap at you while you fell apart, helping to work through your high. When your grip on his hair loosened he took it as his signal to stop and slowly pulled back from between your legs.

Tom kissed the top of your thigh before he glanced up at you, your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were heavy. It was totally erotic, and Tom couldn’t stop himself from pulling you into a kiss. He kissed you hard, feverishly working his lips against yours.

“Gorgeous,” he purred as he pulled away.

Your cheeks flushed a shade darker as you noticed the tent that had formed in his pants, “Do you want me too..?”

“Not unless you want to,” he smiled at you as he reached for your underwear, “I was thinking we could head back to my room though and thrown on a movie, maybe order dinner,” he bit his cheek as he tugged your underwear back up your legs, “You know, try and make up for the other night. But I understand if you’re still upset and you’d rather just go home or something. I just, uh,” he cleared his throat and reached for your shorts, “I wanna make sure we’re okay you know?” he peaked up at you hopefully.

You could tell he was worried about what you would say, and truthfully you were unsure how you felt. On one hand you were still hurt, but on the other hand it was Tom. He had already shown you he was willing to do whatever he had to to make you feel better and make things up to you. That effort meant a lot, and you knew Tom well enough to know he would never hurt you intentionally, he was just nearsighted.

“I think a movie would be nice, dinner too,” you agreed, “But I’m still kind of hurt Tom, and I’m feeling okay right now, but we might need to talk about it again, I’m just not sure right now.”

“That’s okay love, we can talk about it anytime you need,” he kissed your forehead as he tugged your shorts back on, “I’m sure you’ll feel better after you get to shove it in my face this weekend.”

You chuckled and nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure that will help. Thanks for helping me get dressed.”

“Well it was only fair since I was the one that undressed you,” he stood up and offered you his hand, “Come on, dinner’s on me.”

“Wow,” you grinned, “I feel spoiled.”

“Hey, someone’s gotta do it,” he winked and tossed his arm over your shoulder as he walked you back towards his house.

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[friendlyneighborhoods-spiderman]

The forgotten child

Pairing's : fem! reader x peter parker, tony stark daughter! x tony stark, tony stark daughter! x peter parker

Warnings: really sad angst, jealousy, daddy issues, neglect, lmk if i missed anything! :)

Summary: dad of the year award? surely isn't going too him

a/n : I know the gif doesn't really match the theme of this story I just really liked it. I did not reread this so please ignore any grammar mistakes. Also, I'm not sure if i wrote a panic attack correctly but I wrote based on what their like for me. hope you all enjoy!

you really tried not to become the forgotten child, always tried you're very hardest to live up to your father expectations, trying to make him proud in hope's he'd show some form of attention.

always studying to get straight a's even through countless anxiety attacks from fear of failing and disappointing your father.

all you ever wanted was reassurance, and if you ever got lucky enough a "You did a good job" after getting a high score on a test.

but it never came, it would forever be something you longed to hear. he would usually just mumble a small, quiet "congrats" as his mind stayed focused on his work and his eyes stuck to the blueprint laid out on the table Infront of him.

you always tried you're best not to feel jealous whenever your father held morgan, you had no ressentiment towards morgan whatsoever, in fact she was the one that kept you smiling most days. although you couldn't help but feel your heart tighten from jealousy as you watched them have daddy daughter time

you really did try you're best to be happy for your younger sister, but you couldn't ignore that aching feeling. all you wanted was the attention she had that your heart ached so desperately for, but it never came despite your countless attempts.

you we're astound to hear a new avenger had been recruited, you always enjoyed meeting new people. mainly because they gave you attention they didn't even know you craved.

you always seeked to see the best in people, no matter what the circumstances we're. including peter parker, there was nothing wrong with him, he wasn't a bad person in fact quite a good one, and if you weren't so envious of him you possibly could have been friends with the boy. but you watched how peter and your father clicked so easily becoming like father and son.

it made the knots in your stomach tighten as you watched them spend time together, it made you feel as if something was wrong with you, like maybe if you tried harder or changed, he'd give you the attention you deserved.

your mother, pepper always said he loved you just as much as he loved morgan or even peter, but you knew the truth as much as you ignored it you knew. but oh, how you wish he did.

"Mom, I'm home" you called out knowing if father was home, he wouldn't answer you. after not receiving an answer, you decided to look through the house in search of your mother, after a couple of minutes searching you still hadn't found her and decided she probably went out and took morgan with her. you heard talking but it sounded like your father, and peter?? "what's peter doing here?" you wondered. you decided to peak you're head through the door and saw peter and tony standing with their backs faced away from you, working on some upgrades for peter's suit.

"you're a pretty great kid peter" tony told him as he smiled at him patting his shoulder. a wave of jealously hit your chest as you watched them, your throat tightening. "Thank you, Mr. stark," peter smiled cheekily as your fingers clenched into a fist at your side.

"Becoming like my son."

once those words left Tony's lips, your mouth went dry, your head aching as you backed away from the door as quietly as possible, you're breathing picking up rapidly. you quickly made your way to your room, tears forming in your eyes, you walked into your room and shut the door softly as your hands started shaking as you paced around your room quickly, trying to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. you never liked crying, it made you feel weak.

you're breathing came out in heavy gasp as you struggled to breathe. you leaned against the wall coughing as you squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to stop the words from replaying in your mind.

"Becoming like my son" continuously echoed through your head as soft sobs left your lips, you didn't want to feel this way, envious of what your father and peter had. it's not peter's fault about what your father feels about you so why hold him accountable. he'll never love you, at least not like he loves peter. you can't figure out why? you always tried you're best to impress him, but nothing seemed to be enough for him, it's like he didn't even care about your existence.

you stumbled over to your bed, taking deep breathes as your body grew exhausted from crying. you plopped down on your bed tiredly as you snuggled up against your blanket that was where your pillows we're supposed to be, you grabbed a pillow and hugged it too sleep.

you didn't want to put the blame on peter because it wasn't his fault, but a little piece of your heart blamed peter parker.

a/n: CLIFFHANGER!?!? I decided to leave it for now because I haven't come up with an ending that I thought fit the way I wanted so if you guys have ideas, please let me know. reblog's are highly appreciated, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

[sacharinee]

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.” 

[aalyssah]

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.