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Room Thief

Pairings : avenger!reader x PeterParker

Warnings : swearing, dramatic reader, smut, oral (fem. & male), praise kink, unprotected sex, Peter being cute, fluff

Inspiration: That one episode from bobs burgers where Linda started an Airbnb and rented Louise’ room to Teddy.

The “oh hi, Louise 🙂” “oh hi, mom🤨” audio on tiktok.

A/N :

I wrote this toms birthday... did I post it on toms birthday? No... but it’s the thought that counts amirite?

I allowed myself to stop for a moment, taking in the word glares I was receiving from the rest of the team. Everyone just sat around, staring at me way too intensely as I walked into the compound. It was as if they were waiting for me to do or say something. Like I was supposed to say something.

"Are you guys okay?" I asked slowly, watching as multiple stared broke away from me. Like they just couldn't help but not take there eyes off of me at first. "You seem a bit.. off."

"Oh uh, no, we're good, Sorry." Pepper cleared her throat, unable to tear her eyes away from me. Did I have something on my face? I never got so many stares from so many people before. Not even when I looked my worst. Not even when I looked my absolute best. I hitch was a bit insulting now that I think about it.

"Uhm... alright?" I sigh, eyes scanning over the group. Peter invited me out to breakfast this morning and just never showed up. I assumed he just slept in on accident, probably due to the amount of hours he spent patrolling the streets over the past few days. I would've went out to help last night, but MJ said she really needed my help with something so I spent all night with her. Strangely enough, all we did was talk about an existential crisis one of the characters were going through in the masters book shes read. "I'm going to go change."

"You mean like... in your room?" Tony cleared his throat. There was no sarcasm in his voice, just pure concern for me being in my room.z

"Where else would I- are you sure you guys are alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine." Steve cleared his throat, sending Tony a mean glare as if he's done something wrong. "You know, you should really stay down here with us for a while, y/n. We haven't talked to you in like... forever. Don't be stiff."

"Did you just use modern day slang? You know what, uhm, yeah sure, whatever. Just let me change really quick, and I'll be right down... to talk." I spoke again, noting the weird behavior.

"Wait, no!" Vision stood, quickly from the couch. He seemed out of it for second, before regaining his natural sense of calm. "I mean, wait." He rephrased. "I think you should let Wanda style your outfit for the day. In her room." He smiled, it seemed sweet yet condescending. A scary look he could not pull off at all.

"Why?" I asked, Wanda standing up next to her boyfriend.

"Because your wardrobe sucks!" Her accent making her words sound a bit harsher. My mouth dropped a little, eyebrows furrowing at the confession. "Pretend that I said that a little bit nicer." She cringed at the own harshness of her tone.

"Uhm, yeah, ok... I'll meet you up at your room. Take your time, I have all day." I spoke, trying not to raise suspicions. She was on the same floor as Peter anyways, I'd just stop by his room to make sure he was breath before heading to hers. Both Wanda and Vision nodded, along with the rest of the group who seemed sort of relieved.

I continued walking normally towards the elevator, with every intention of clicking her floor button. But I noticed the stares I was still receiving, like they were watching what I was about to do. I click her floor button, letting the doors close in front of me. For some reason though, a part of me was screaming at me to go to my room. Like something was off, and being in there would reset my balance. So I clicked my floor button. Wanda was only a floor below me, so I just stand on at the first stop, and got off at the second.

And that's when I realized why they didn't want me going to my own room.

The door was cracked open.

Someone went into my room. The one thing in this entire world that I have to myself and someone went into it. For what? For nothing, but everything in there belong to me and no one else. It's the one thing that I ask for. 'Don't go into my room when I'm gone' and 'don't touch my stuff'. The only request and set boundaries that I have or made. And some deliberately went against that. And now, here I was trying my best not be pissed off. Maybe it was just Peter in there sleeping in my bed. That was fine. I can deal with him sleeping in my bed when I'm away.

See, now I'm all calm.

"What's going on in here?" My feet coming to a dead stop in the doorway. I spotted, 1 2 3. 3 bodies. 3 too many bodies in a room that didn't belong to any of them. Sam, Thor, and Peter. This whole trio just seemed odd to me... like why them out of all people? Sam slept next door, but we've never entered each other's rooms. Thor only ever came in when me and Peter were watching Star Wars to tell us how realistic it is and how on other planets in the galaxy he's seen places just like the ones in movies. And Pete only ever came in here when I was home, or out on a mission he couldn't attend... but all with my permission. No one in this room, asked my permission.

"Oh hello, lady y/n!" Thor gasped, tossing the lamp he had in his had for some reason on my perfectly made bed.

I didn't make my bed this morning.

Those wasn't even my bed set...

"Hello boys..." I hummed, unable to hold on a smile on my face as I slowly took a step into my room.

"Shit." Sam cursed under his breath, hanging his head down low. I was a bit of a freak about privacy and personal space. And here he was with a box filled with stuff in my room... my stuff. From what I could see it was a bunch of my books, and all of my electronics and their chargers my eyes then searched around until they landed on Peter who had a giant duffle bag with my clothes jam packed into into. It wouldn't even zip all the way it was so packed. And the worst part is, I don't even think he cared about the fact that all my shirt were being wrinkled because of him.

"You're holding my stuff-"my head slowly tilted to the side.

"Y/N before you get upset-" Peter tried, but it was already too late. My brain was moving faster than sound and I couldn't even think straight.

"Hi Peter, what are you doing with my stuff?" My tone a little more harsh than it normally would be, but I just couldn't help it. There was nothing that bugged me more than people. touching. my. stuff.

"Well I was- and then we were-"

"Don't say we!" Sam scoffed, shaking he head. "I was brought into this against my will-"

"Why are you all in my room?" I asked again, tone somewhat more demanding than before.

"I uh... we were just... uhm... welcomingournewguestintoyourroomforthenextfewweeks..." Thor spoke quickly, his voice raising at least 30 octaves higher than normal.

"Into MY room?"

"For the next few weeks..." Peter added on, as if somehow I missed it the first time.

"And how many weeks is a few?" I asked, trying to contain my will to punch each and every single one of the out of whatever window was closer.

"Two months..." Sam answered... my willpower slowly withering away.

"I didn't know mid guardian 'shampoo' smelled so divine!" An accent spoke out, echoing out of my bathroom. My eyes shot to Thor seeing as the accent sounding way too familiar to just be someone random.

"Uhm... brother come out here please." Thor cleared his throat.

"Brother!?" My eyes went wide, fist tightening at my sides.

"Is she in her- oh shit" an out of breath voice coming from the doorway caught my attention. Bruce stood there, with wide eyes, about to back away before was able to reach out and grab the collar of his shirt.

"You knew about this?" My eyes narrowed.

"No?" I took in a sharp breath. "Yes but Tony said not to tell you because Peter was supposed to deal with you!" He mumbled out, my grip on him dropping before my head snapped in Peters direction.

"You weren't supposed to say anything!" He whined.

"She's scary!"

"Are you done yet? I want to catch up on my reading before the sunsets." Loki came out with an interested look on his faces as his eyes scanned the room. His gaze stopped on me, before he sent a soft smile. "You must be, y/n! I'd say it's a pleasure but you look like your about to murder someone." He tilted his head at me.

"Lady y/n, this is my brother Loki! He will be staying with us for a little while..."

"You have a beautiful room, so nice and... organized."

"This isn't happening." I shook my head, my whole world basically falling apart in front of me.

"Y/n-" Peter spoke up, walking towards me as if I wasn't seconds away from decking him in the throat.

"This ISN'T Happening!" I breathed out, hearing the footsteps urge down the hall.

"Uhm, on the bright side Tony said we could share a room for a while! No more sneaking out before sunrise, right?" Peter tried to make it better, not realizing that Tony was glaring at him from the doorway. "Oh I uhm- sorry. I mean-"

"She doesn't seem very pleased with this whole arrangement." Loki sighed, not really caring, just watching I practically broke down.

"She is very excited!" Nat claimed, wrapped her arms around my shoulder, as they all slowly pried me away from my room, my stuff animal still sitting on the shelves, watching me leave, never to return ever again.

"No im not! I did not invite Loki to come into my room-" I struggled against Wanda and Bruce's grip on me. "And move my stuff around!" I tried but their muscle power was just to much.

"We'll see you at dinner, Loki." Tony spoke from the doorway as if this wasn't a big problem.

"No! I'll see you in hell Loki you mother-" my hands caught a hold to the doorway, allowing me to hold onto something but not for long considering Steve was trying to pry my fingers off. "ILL SEE YOU IN HELL!"

5 hours later...

"C-can I come in now?" Peter spoke, peaking his head in through the door. My eyes shot to him, but I didn't speak. He took that as a yes, and walked in, shutting his room door behind himself. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner..."

"Really? Cause it doesn't seem like your sorry!" I scoffed, turning over in his bed so I wouldn't look at him.

"I gave you a 1 hour cool off!" He defends himself. "How much longer can you be mad at me?" I practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"2 months." He laughed. "Fucking asshole." I groaned, burying my face in one of his pillows, letting out a deep breath.

"W-wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He laughed again, scurrying to the bed. I felt the mattress dip under his weight, as he climbed his way over to me. His arms wrapping around me, smothering me in his scent, as he pressed sweet kisses up my shoulder and neck earning tiny giggle from me, only because it tickled. "Come on, forgive me. I'm sorry!" Peter whined, rolling my body over so we'd be face to face.

"But I want to be mad at you."

"Why?"

"Because I like the drama... what else?" I scoffed, his eyes rolling at me. "Now leave me alone so I can mope about that serpent in my room."

"So be mad at him, not me, forgive me. I'll do anything." He pleaded.

"Anything?" I asked, a smirk pulling at my lips as they did the same for his. His face lowering so that our lips hovered over each other's.

"Anything... just name it..." he nearly whispered.

"Get. My. Room. Back."

"Y/NNNN!!!!!" He whined.

"Leave me alone. So I can lay here and die slowly. All my stuffies are in there suffering from his stench and I'm down here with you."

"What's wrong with me?" He scoffed, as if I offended him somehow.

"Are you a stuffed animal with a ridiculous name that's a ridiculously bright color?"

"No."

"Then that's what's wrong with you."

He must've thought I was joking, because he began to laugh once again. I can't turn back over because he was right on top of me. And though I could've just knees him in between the legs, he was bringing too much comfort for me to want him to move.

"Forgive me." He stated once more, but I was stubborn.

"No. I'm not done being dramatic." I shook my head.

"Forgive me." He spoke again. I stayed silent, giving him a dead stare to let him know that I wasn't planning on giving up anytime soon. "Forgive me... please?" He spoke again, as if the cherry on top would've made the difference. "I'm begging you, my oh my, light of my life, I just want your forgiveness."

"That sounded very sarcastic."

"It was."

"I'm going back to ignoring you, dick." I scoffed, turning head the best that I could. Closing my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at him.

"Baby, I'm sorry." He whined, his head falling on my chest before picking himself up again. "Forgive. Me." He huffed. A few moments of ailments passed before I felt the first kiss. I was right on my cheek. I ignored it, trying to fight the smile at his adorable attempts to make me smile. "Forgive me." He hummed again before placing down another kiss on the corner of my lips. "Forgive me." He placed another one directly on my jawline. And the process continued. His kiss got lower and lower until he was in my cleavage and I was breathing a little heavier.

"I'm napping, can't forgive you sorry." I shrugged.

"But I'll do anything..." his voice a little softer, my eyes opening a bit to look at him, his dark brown eyes darker than usual with a glint of mischief in them. "Anything." He spoke again, his fingers running along my sides, down my body, stopping at the waist of my jeans. I felt my heart racing in my chest, even though we've done this plenty of times before, it always got me excited. "Still sleep?" He hummed, amusement in his voice. I didn't respond, just watched carefully at his next action.

He swiftly under the buttons and zipper on my jeans, tugging them down my legs. I was still silent just watching him in all his glory. His body crawling back up to mine, our lips hovering over each other's for a while. I could feel his crotch near my heat, getting me worked up at just the proximity. He brought his lips down on mine for a brief second before taking them away again. He crawled back down my body, snatching my underwear from my legs, ripping them in the promise.

"Peter!" I gasped.

"Shhhh..." he hummed, playfully allowing the fabric to fling off of his finger onto the floor.

I followed instructions, remaining silent as he moved again. His face coming down to centimeter in front of my heat. His breath hitting directly on my clit, sending an indescribable sensation through my body. My eyes never leaving his as I felt his tongue flatten over my folds, already dripping for him. Ready to take whatever it was he chose to give to me.

My legs opened a bit wider for him in their own, as he let his tongue travel through my sex. Sucking and working on my clit, earning breathless moans as I reveled in the absolute feel of him. The wet lewd sounds of his tongue against me filling the room. His hands placed on the insides of my thigh, keeping them apart, as he noticed them moving closer together around him. My chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. My hips pushing against him, desperate for more. I felt the vibrations from his own moans shoot straight through my being, the feeling better than anything I've ever felt before. My arousal continuously dripping onto his tongue. His lips attached to my clit, driving me absolutely insane.

"Oh fuck Pete- god!" I moaned, the sounds just rolling off my tongue. He just hummed in response, sending another shock to my core. His tongue fucking my hole with a power that almost had me screaming.

"yes yes yes, oh FUcK" I cried, my orgasm approaching quickly.

"Do you forgive me now?" Peter spoke, tearing his lips away from me, earning a loud whine.

"Yes, yes I do. I forgive the fuck out of you." I breathed watching his grin turn. "Please, I'm so close."

He went back down, continuing his work, my moan even loader the feeling on him. Before long he was holding my hips down to the mattresses as he was sucking me through an orgasm, not letting a single drop of me go to waste.

"Was that so hard to do?" Peter spoke with a cheeky grin on his face, lips pressing softly against mine once again.

"Well now I'm done being dramatic, but..." My eyes raked over his body. "Your not naked enough for me." I sent a fake pout, and he let out a light laugh. "I want you, like right now."

"Say please." He teased, my eyes rolling at the request.

"Please oh please, fuck me, Spiderman." I spoke in the same tone he used earlier.

"Really?"

"I think I'm funny." I shrugged.

"Mmhm." His eyes rolled, as he sat up, peeling down his shorts and boxers revealing his length, already hard and ready for me.

I wrapped my fingers around him, pumping him quickly as his forehead rested on mine. Tiny grunts and moans leaving his lips at my touch. I brought his tip to my entrance allowing him to do his own thing. He teased my folds with his tip, pressing down on my clit before going to down to my hole.

Slowly he pushed himself in extracting a loud moan from my throat. He let out a sigh as he allowed himself to bottom out. His hands on my legs, keeping the apart, allowing himself to look at exactly what was happening down there.

"God, you take me so well." He moaned out, my walls clenching around him.

Slowly he pulled out of my until as just his very tip resting into my cunt before moving his hips back into mine. He pace started off slow and sweet, allowing me to adjust to feeling before his hips began to snap into at a brutal pace. The sounds moans and near screams, and skin colliding together repeatedly filled the room.

"Fuck, your doing s-so well for me baby." Peter grunted.

I felt a heavy fluttering feeling throughout my body, as his grip on my legs got tighter. His movements sharper and more efficient hitting every single one of my rights spot.

He allowed my legs to close just bit before putting them over his shoulder, leaning down into me, hitting at a much deeper angle.

"Oh my fuu- Yes Peter!" I screamed, hands move up his biceps from something to grip on to.

My eyes squeezing shut as my vision blurred, I felt another orgasm approaching. My whole body going light and tensing as I neared my undoing, Peter above me singing praise after praise driving me absolutely wild.

"M'so cl- ah I'm so close"

"Me too baby, let go for me." Peter moaned, his hips working faster and harder into me.

My legs now stuttering as my mind was wiped smooth clean of thoughts. Nothing but moans able to escape my lips as it became physically impossible to be able to do anything else.

"Good girl, let go for me." He groaned, straight up tackling me right off the edge. I came with loud moan of his name, my cunt convulsing around him as he continued to fuck into me. My legs shaking over him, my sight going completely black, everything feeling foreign to me in this moment right now. My toes curling as I felt my release tear through me, his sweet praises egging me on.

"Fuuuckk." I moaned, body coming down from the high as he pulled out of me. His hand went to pumping his own cock, head thrown back in his own fit of pleasure.

I used whatever strength I had, sitting up and taking his cock in my own hand. Pumping him as quickly as I could. His eyes peering down at me, watching as I worked him towards him own high.

"Oh god, just like that, yeah-" he moaned. I could felt him twitching in my hand, his face twisting with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum" his mouth dropped open, as mine wrapped around his tip. My hand pumping whatever I didn't have the energy to fit as I allowed my head to bob on him. I could taste my own juices around him as I sucked on his tip.

He came with a long moan of my name, my mouth taking down more of him than I had, all his hot seed to hit the very back of my throat. I took down as much as I could, milking him for all he was worth before he became too sensitive and just pulled himself out of my mouth himself, collapsing right next to me on the bed.

"Nice of the two of you to join us." Tony cleared his throat, taking a sip of whatever was in his glass. I just sent a glare towards him, taking a seat next to Nat as Peter took the seat on the other side of me.

"Everything thing looks really good. Thank you, Wanda and Mr.Vision." Peter smiled sweetly, way too nice to the people who had so easily given up MY room to the godly guest. "y/n.." Peter cleared his throat, elbow nudging my arm to speak up.

“yeah thanks.” I sigh, earning a glare from Peter. “M’sorry for overreacting early.” I huff, not too happy to be apologizing for a situation where I was in the right, but Peter had given me the whole ‘be a bigger person’ speech in the elevator on the way down. I looked over to Thor and his room stealing brother, offering the best fake smile I could. Telling by everyone’s faces it wasn’t very convincing. “I hope you enjoy your time here.” I spoke through my teeth.

“Uhm, thank you, lady y/n.” The dark haired god spoke carefully.

I was going to let it go eventually. But that was before I noticed the distinct fruity smell in the air. A smell I had recognized as the Shampoo Steve had gotten me for my birthday a few months ago. He claimed he didn’t know what I wanted, but I think he just forgot and he had to improvise. Either way, I knew the smell because it was one of my favorite shampoos I’ve ever used. And now that smell was in the air. And it wasn’t me. Leaving only one other person.

“Y/N!” Peter gasped, hand gripping at my wrist. A knife caught in my grip as my hand went into the air. I hadn’t even noticed, it was probably just a reflex.

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