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shawnxstyles · 2 years

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ten times faster

DATE: JULY 29, 2022

summary: as the gang hangs out at your place, peter and you get into an argument about if a guy knows a girl’s body more than her own. when you tell peter that you can come better alone than with him, he decides to prove you wrong.

words: 2.3k

song: A Kiss- the driver era <3

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [nipple play, fingering] hair pulling, dirty talk?) language, way too much dialogue to deal with

note: this is a random thing i found in my notes and i actually had time to finish it?? i love smut, but let’s be honest, i’m not that good at writing it. but here’s this. frat!peter x female!reader

gif is not mine!

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“i mean, i think the girl would know her own body the best, i’m just saying,” you stated, sipping on your cheap wine as you laid against the couch. you rested your hand on the arm and crossed your legs. you and your friends were having a night in, discussing topics that were anything but age appropriate.

“girls never get to finish anyway,” betty adds and ned looks at her with the most shocked and hurtful look known to man, “hey! that does not include me. i finish every time. if not more.”

we all gag and pretend to throw up while ned whispers a thanks, babe to betty behind it all. you roll your eyes, ready to move on when mr. thinks-he-knows-it-all-just-because-he-gets-good-grades steals the spotlight (clearly you have some frustrations with school and he does not help).

“i mean, i’ve never been with a girl who hasn’t finished,” peter arrogantly voices with a small smirk curling on his face. you didn’t even know girls slept with him (don’t lie, he’s mildly cute. even attractive at most. okay, he’s very attractive. better?) you almost didn’t say anything.

“what is that even supposed to mean?”

“it means the guy knows his girl’s body more than she knows her own,” he shrugs as if he has said the most simplistic thing in the world. peter tilts his beer bottle as he empties it. he makes an overly exaggerated ahh sound of relief as he downs the liquid. it makes you even more irritated.

“how does that even make sense?! just because you’ve had sex with a bunch of girls doesn’t mean you know their bodies. let alone, made them come,” you bit at him, sitting up in your seat. you were no longer at peace with your wine and the couch wasn’t as comfortable as it had been. even though he is one of the smartest people you know (but you would never admit that), sometimes, peter’s stupidity surprises you.

and to note, it was no doubt, blatantly obvious, and super clear— that peter was your least favorite in the group. you could bet he thought the same towards you too. you two were never really “friends”, but are somehow forced to be together every time if you want to see your actual friends. so that’s how mutual friends were created. don’t you love them?

you don’t. at least not this one.

“princess, you don’t need to be jealous of other girls. if you wanted me to help you out—”

“jealous? how conceited are you? you think i want to sleep with you so you can ‘help’ me? please, i know for a fact i can make myself finish ten times faster and stronger than you ever could,” and with that you snatched the bottle of wine and poured a large measurement into your glass. you chugged a good amount and while doing so, you saw peter’s infamous smirk taunting you from the corner of your eye. you set down your nearly empty glass and excused yourself to the bathroom.

“i love watching two people fight over something exhaustingly stupid. it’s entertaining,” mj says as she sips her tea because she was the driver for the night, “this is going to be very interesting.”

—

as the night comes to a close, you hug and wave off your friends. you say goodbye to mj, betty, and ned and realize peter wasn’t around. you close the front door with a confused look on your face. when you turn around to clean up the wine glasses, peter comes walking into the living room.

“they left, you know,” you say as you bend down to pick up all the glasses, wrappers, and bottles.

“i’m aware,” peter replies as he follows you into the kitchen. you dump all of the garbage in the trash can and wash your hands.

“then why are you still in my house?” you wit, drying off your hands. without looking, you hear peter’s footsteps getting closer to you in the small kitchen.

“i thought we could test your little theory,” he whispers just over your shoulder and it gives you an odd, unwanted sensation down your spine. you turn your head slightly towards him, so you can see him from the corner of your eye.

“which theory? the one that proves how big of a dick you are?” your chest gets tighter with close proximity, but you still have your wits with you. peter puts his hands on the counter, blocking you from leaving.

you hear him chuckle darkly behind you, which causes you to turn around fully.

“you know what i’m talking about.”

your tailbone is pushed against the edge of the tiled counter when he takes another step toward you. you didn’t even think it was possible to be this close to someone.

there was a heated feeling in your lower belly that you knew all too well, but it was a little different. it’s a lustful feeling, but somewhere inside of you knows that you shouldn’t do this. the wrongness of doing this just makes you want to do it more.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“really? well, let me show you.” he doesn’t wait until you take a deep breath, he just kisses you with hunger and lust. one of his hands from the counter lifts up to caress your neck roughly. you tug at the baby hairs on the back of his neck and you feel him groan in your mouth. one of his fingers gets caught in your hair and he snags it out, but you accidentally moan out.

“oh? you like that?” he releases from the kiss with a smirk, as you try to keep a straight face. he slips off his t-shirt quickly watching your brain rack.

“no—” he lifts you onto the counter and immediately goes back into kissing you with no hesitation. you absentmindedly feel up his body. you’ve never seen him without a shirt on and you would’ve never guessed he was this ripped. you know he saves people for a living, but c’mon on? he gets to be hot too?

what?

okay, you can’t even lie about that. peter IS dangerously attractive whether you hate him or not. it’s a scientific fact in society.

his fingers twists the ends of your shirt and you break the kiss to take it off. you don’t hesitate to get rid of your bra either as you quickly unhook it blindly. peter kisses down your neck harshly as you whimper, trying to keep your moans in. he tugs your hair, now knowing you like it and you can’t help but moan for him. you don’t want him to know how good he’s making you feel, especially when he has barely done anything.

you bit your lip as he kneads your right boob and sucks on your other one. peter sucks around your nipple, pulling and pinching the other one. he spends a good amount of time on your breasts, and if he did it any longer, you sadly might be able to come from just that.

“so i take that you’re a boob guy?” you yank him off of you by his hair. peter groans at the loss of control, so you let go of his hair.

“so you liked it?”

“i never said that—”

“but you never said you didn’t. imagine what it would be like for me to eat you out. may i?” his hand goes straight to the drawstrings on your sweatpants, but you don’t know what he was asking. was he asking if he would take off your sweatpants or eat you out? yes, all of the above is what you wanted to say. oh my god yes a million times yes also came to your head, but that sounds like an agreement to marriage, so maybe not.

“whatever floats your boat, captain,” is what you actually said and you’ve never wanted to hide under a blanket more. embarrassment flows through your veins. however, you stick with it because you can’t change what you said now.

he chuckles with a shake of his head as he slowly tugs your sweatpants down. once they’re off, he pushes your knees to spread your legs and he sees that wet patch of arousal on your panties. peter smirks and you swear you see his brown eyes darken.

“so i take that you’re a boob girl?” he kneads your inner thighs as you huff in frustration.

“shut up and do something,” you roll your eyes.

“aye aye, captain.”

before you could shout and cringe at him, peter’s hands finally go to rub your panties. you whimper as his thumb circles perfectly slow on your clit. you hold his shoulders for balance as you involuntarily move your hips to create faster friction. peter grabs your hips to stop your movements and you whine out.

“more,” you huff, getting wetter and wetter, but aren’t as close to finishing as you can be. he’s deliberately going slow, so you can be tormented.

“tell me what you want, y/n. i’ll probably give it to you,” peter smirks as you looks at you. he removes his hand from your hip to tilt your chin to face him. his eyes are dark and so beautiful it kind of hurts. how can someone so attractive be such a dick? you debate on telling him that you want everything. his mouth, his fingers, his dick. it’s all sounding pretty good right about now.

“dick,” you mumble at him because of his arrogant attitude.

“you want my dick?”

“i—no, i mean yes! but i want your fingers right now,” you squeeze your eyes shut at your neediness and stuttering words. you may be a confident and strong person, but when it comes to sex, you’re the queen at obeying.

“just say please and they’re yours.”

“ugh, you’re such an asshole,” you growl as he flicks your clit three times and you yelp. that little action made you much wetter and he can probably feel that. you are beyond turned on right now and you need him so bad.

“fine! please peter, just do something already!” you grip his shoulders out of irritation and he smiles before yanking your panties down your legs. he rubs you bare for a few moments before he slips two fingers straight into you. you instantly moan out (embarrassing loud), and you can practically feel his ego rising. peter takes his unused hand and pulls at your nipples again. that familiar heat in your belly becomes tighter and tighter as he strategically moves his fingers. peter curls his fingers and twists in a way that’s just so intoxicating and so good that it clouds your mind with lust. you clench around his fingers when he touches a spot deep inside of you.

“you’re so wet. are you going to cum? hmm?” as he talks, his thumb brushes your clit again and you moan again, not trying to hold it back this time.

“peter yes, yes!”

“am i going to make you cum ten times faster and stronger than you can?”

“try me.”

taking the challenge, peter rubs your clit again, while you involuntary open your legs wider, letting him access you deeper. he lowers his head so he’s closer to your ear.

“c’mon love, i know you want to.”

his raspy voice makes you clench around him again and the tightening in your belly finally releases. peter sloppily kisses your neck as you come down from your high.

“good girl,” his deep, sensual voice almost makes you want to do it again. actually, everything he did makes you want to do it again. peter rubs you slowly, drawing your orgasm to a close. he rips off some nearby paper towels and wipes the mess you made. or he made, you should say.

when you go to talk, your voice comes out squeaky, so you clear your throat and try again.

“i still think i can cum faster alone, just so you know,” peter throws the towels in the garbage. you lightly leap off the counter and nearly fall to the ground, but you survive with a little balancing. you bend down to pick up your panties, but they’re gone. you swear you just saw them right there.

“peter—” he turns around with a smirk and your panties twisted around his finger. you gasp, spinning around and grabbing his shirt and throwing it on. you eye him heavily.

“give them back, you dick.”

“or what?”

“or i’m not giving you your shirt back,” you scoff as you cross your arms. his shirt was a bit big for you. meaning, it went down to your mid thighs.

“oh please, keep it. it looks better on you anyway,” he smirks again, looking you up and down and you punch him in the chest. he never has a different expression on his face; just smirking, smirking, and more smirking. “but seriously, i’m keeping these.”

“but why? i really like those ones, asshat! oh my gosh, you probably collect them. you’re a panty collector! i knew you were a weirdo, but jeez, peter,” he coughs looking down, trying to add a comment to your crazy assumption.

“um no. i need to keep these, so when i start telling mj, ned, and betty that i made you cum ten times faster and stronger than you can yourself, i’ll have some proof,” peter winks and starts to walk away. you pinch your face together.

“what are you talking about? you’ll never tell them about this because it never happened! got that?” you shout as he goes across the house. why is he walking around my house?

“whatever floats your boat, captain!”

oh fuck. you’re never living this down.

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elletheactualmenace · 2 months

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You Would do That for Me? - Pt. 3

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader

Summary: You help Peter out, like you promised, with Flash in first period. Hopefully you don’t take it to far.

Warnings: Mentions of physical assault, Bullying, swearing, suggestive (just a bit), angst

Word Count: 3.5k

a/n: Hey!! I hope you guys like this next part. It may just be me but I feel like it’s on the sadder side, and writing made me really sad too. Sorry for the lame use of emoji and just lame ways of texting. Let me know if you want to be on the tag list!

Thoughts = “Italicized dialogue”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,

“So, you two are serious?” MJ asks, her question startles you but you try to brush it off with a shrug. A smirk grows on her face and you feel your face get hot. Your hand, that’s connected with Peters, gets sweaty.

“I knew it. I knew something was going on-“

“What are you talking about?” You question quickly, sweating profusely now. What is she even saying? Yes, maybe you had a small thing for him when he liked Liz, but it lasted only for a moment. It ended the second it started. “What is she talking about?” You think nervously.

“Ohh,” Ned butts in, “So, this is why you-“ Peter yanks his hand from yours quickly, covering Ned's mouth. You can’t ask about it because the next second they are both gone.

MJ laughs at your flustered face, turning to her locker.

“You know Y/n, I really believed you when you said you were over him.”

“I was. I- I am.” You think, wanting to respond with that, but you have to keep the bid up. For your safety and for Peter's dignity.

“Yeah, well- I-“ You sigh, “I don’t know, things just happen I guess.” Your shoulders slump in defeat. You can’t defend yourself. Ugh, this is going to be the worst to deal with.

“Yeah, yeah, well I forgive you for not telling me,” MJ remarks, “So, now, tell me everything.”

“What- What do you mean?” You utter out.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n.” MJ rolls her eyes. You just knew she was going to bring this up. You keep your head low as you open your locker. MJ snickers as you pull the books out of your bag.

“I don’t like him like that anymore.” You whine in your head. You wish you could just tell MJ, but you promised Peter and he promised you.

You thought about it last night, if you bring Peter to the bodega with you then Derek, Logan, and Otis will leave you alone, too afraid they’d get caught. And even if you do see them in school, you’ll just make sure Peter is always there. In the past they never looked at you longer than a couple seconds when you were with someone else.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now MJ.” You sigh, letting your head hit the books in your locker. MJ laughs rubbing your back.

“Okay, later then.” You roll your eyes as she closes your locker.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” You babble out, letting MJ push you to your first period.

At least you can help Peter today with Flash and his stupid comments. Thinking about his idiocy makes your head hurt.

——

As you walk into your first period you sigh, finally getting MJ to stop talking your ear off about not telling her. You plop down in your seat letting your bag fall to the floor.

Ned and Peter are already in their seats like usual, and you can practically feel Neds smirk as he nudges Peter. You turn to see Peter shove Ned. When Peter's eyes meet yours he turns his attention onto his hands, suddenly finding something really interesting about them.

The sound of two hands slamming onto your desk has you jumping in your seat. You look up to find the nauseous sight of Flash smirking.

”What the hell do you want this time?” You ask leaning back in your chair, so you don’t look intimidated. You could not possibly be intimidated by Flash, but if he thinks even for a second that you are, you won’t hear the end of it.

”Here to make your daily comment about Peter?” MJ asks and you can see MJs eyes roll in annoyance.

“Sit down Flash.” Ned says before being cut off by Flash.

”I was just going to ask him a question,”

”Go for it.” You can’t see Peter but you hear him say this with a sigh.

“Do you think the reason you can’t get anyone in your pants is because your dick is so incredibly small that every woman mistakes you for a little girl?” You actually scoff at Flash's words. It’s like your in fucking middle school again. Whenever Flash opens his mouth you want to die because of how stupid he sounds. You honestly feel bad that no one told him.

You turn slightly so you can see Peter's face out of the corner of your eye, he looks defeated, just like yesterday. You fucking hate it.

”What the fuck is wrong with Flash?” You think before turning back to face Flash fully. You perch your arms on the desk and look up at him.

“You know you're not as funny as your mommy tells you Flash,” You comment tilting your head to the side with a tight smile.

MJ smirks with a laugh. She opens her mouth to say something but you cut her off, pissed at Flash.

”And also, why are you so interested in the size of Peter's dick?” You ask scrunching your brows innocently. Flash looks uncomfortable with your comment as he looks around annoyed.

“And at least his dick isn’t inverted like yours.” You snark at him.

”And how would you know?” He quickly comments back. This has you stunned for a second.

”What the hell do I say to that?” You think in a panic. You know what you want to say, but you don’t know if it will make it worse or better.

”I'm his girlfriend dipshit.” You finally say, faking your confidence. In reality your stomach is spinning in circles. You don’t want to make Peter uncomfortable, but this was the whole point of faking this relationship. So you might as well.

Flash’s eyes go wide and his brows scrunch in confusion, like you had just told him his girlfriend's pregnancy test came back positive.

“W-what?” Flash stutters out.

”Yeah, no go sit your single ass down.” MJ says, and in her tone you can hear that she's proud of your boldness.

“How- How did he-? You? I mean he’s nothing and your Y/n Stark, I don’t-” You just chuckle at his inability to speak.

”Well the non inverted dick helped.” You say before you can stop yourself. Oh shit, you might have gone too far. You only became his ‘girlfriends’ last night. You shouldn’t have said any of that-

Your panic gets interupted by a laugh. A soft one, but it cuts through all the bickering like a knife. You pivot to face the sound.

“Peter?!” You wonder, confused as shit. “Why is he laughing? Did I not go too far?” You question yourself with scrunched brows and an anxious stomach. “Peter never laughs when Flash is around.” It's odd. No one has seen Peter this with flash around , including Flash, so everyone is extremely confused.

His laugh isn’t big or powerful, it is small and gentle. It's like any of the other times you make him chuckle with your comments. The laugh warms your heart. Your happy Peter doesn’t have that defeated expression on anymore.

MJ looks at you and Ned, not sure what to do. You shrug watching Peter bow his head down trying to contain his small smile. You decide to take action. Not wanting to stay in the awkward, unusual, situation any longer.

“Go away Flash.” You state bluntly, looking up at Flash unamused.

“Why should I-“

”Good morning Class!” Your teacher's voice rings out successfully shutting Flash up. You smile cheekily up at Flash and he rolls his eyes walking back to his seat.

“I can't with him,” You sigh looking at MJ. She smiles.

”You handled that well.” MJ comments. “But now, I'm pretty sure by the end of the day everyone will know about you and Peter.” She notes in a warning tone.

”That's fine. Not something I'm ashamed of or anything.” You explain trying to sound chill and unbothered by the idea. But really you're kind of happy.

“This is what Peter and I wanted” You reflect trying to calm down the butterflies that you refuse to admit are there.

“But, Oh my god. Holy shit, what the fuck have I done!?” You scream internally.

“No, no, no Y/n, this is what you wanted, what you need.” You reason with yourself. Eventually you turn your attention to the teacher pushing back your thoughts so you can focus. You didn’t hear a single thing the teacher said in that class.

——

All day you have been getting looks while walking down the hall with Peter. There is no way that the new information on your relationship status spread this fast. The eyes don’t bother you much, being the daughter of someone famous will do that to you. You always have unwanted attention on you, but you have learned to live with it. Peter looks uncomfortable though, he doesn’t say anything.

”Peter?” You ask and his head immediately snaps to look at you. “I just wanted to apologize about what I said in our first period.” You admit shyly slowing your steps down the long hallway.

“What? That, you think Luke Skywalker is lame? Because, really Y/n it doesn’t bother me as much as I led on.” Peter remarks. And you smile at him puffing out a laugh.

”No, I mean with Flash.” You utter quietly. “I realize we should have talked about it before I told him, because now everyone knows.” Peter hums in thought, going over what you said in his head.

“And also all the other stuff I said when he was there.” You add on quickly. Peter stays quiet a moment longer, trying to think of what to say, you think at least.

”It’s fine Y/n. Honestly it was really cool of you to do that for me.” Peter finally responds.

”Really?” You question.

”Yeah, and I mean, this is what we wanted right? Everyone to know.” You nod along with him.

”On that thought, I can’t remember, umm, how do I say this?” Peter wonders aloud and you give him your full attention, waiting for him to finish his thought.

”You know how you are helping me with Flash?” Peter whispers so no one in the hallway will hear him. You just nod once again.

”Well, I feel like a real ass for not remembering, but what exactly am I trying to help-“

The bell rings and cuts him off abruptly. You pull your phone out quickly checking the time. And give him a sad smile.

”Can we talk later? I have a history test to get to.” You say, guilt lacing your voice. You feel bad, you do, but you kind of need to get to this test.

”Oh, umm yeah, of course.” Peter mumbles out sadly, and the look on his face makes your heart pang with sadness. “See you later.” He says as you begin to walk away with a wave.

You have a feeling you know what he wanted to know. But you aren’t sure. And even if you were, you need to plan a course of action. Do you lie, do you tell the truth? Do you twist the truth? You need to think. Even if there is a possibility that, that was not at all what he was asking. You can never be over prepared. And, there is no doubt in your mind that, if not now, he’ll ask later.

——

When Peter tried to talk to you again about the question form earlier you dashed away with an apology that Happy had arrived to pick you up early.

You didn’t ignore him completely, you did talk to him, just not about…that. And it’s not that you don’t want to tell him, I mean you already did, he just doesn’t remember. You want to find a way to say it that won’t make you sound weak, or incapable. Maybe you should say it the same way you did the first time.

“I can’t remember exactly what I said but it was something along the lines of “You would help keep the creepy guys away.” You muse.

“Yeah, that works.” You confirm inturnaly. Then you concluded if he asked follow up questions you could talk about the unwanted attention because of your Dad. And although you hated using your dad it was better than the whole truth.

Unlike what you told Peter, Happy was not early, in fact he is late. You don’t mind though, because Peter has already left on the subway to go home, so there is no chance he can catch you in your white lie. You are sitting on the steps of the school waiting for Happys black car to pull up when your phone rings. You pull it from your pocket and check it to see activity on the group chat you made with Peter, Ned and MJ on it. You open your text messages.

Ned

What time are we supposed to be at Y/n’s house on Friday?

Peter

I think it was 4pm

Yeah anytime between 4 and 5

Ned

What movie did we agree on?

We didn’t

Peter

Don’t remind me bro

Y/n

Oh my god please😭

Let’s just watch a horror movie

Y/n

Yeah!

Ned

NOO

Peter

I’m not coming if we do

Stop being so boring

If you get scared you can cuddle up next to Y/n

She will protect you from the scary monster on tv

Your face heats at the comment. If you needed to, you would let Peter cuddle with you. But purely for the sake of keeping the bid up. Only for the bid. Right?

Ned

💀

Peter

Bruh

I can protect myself

Perfect you’ll be fine then

Ned

What about me??

Y/n

If you comply I’ll let you peak into my dads lab

Ned

Deal.

Nice going Y/n

Y/n

Thanks babes🤭🤭

Ned

Peters gotta be jealous👀

Peter

Dude I’m not two

Y/n

And I doubt you really want to see me calling Peter that Ned

Yeah I’ll pass

Love you guys but no

You laugh as you slip your phone back into your pocket. You're glad that you agreed on a genre of movie. It will be easier to narrow down later. You're also glad that neither MJ or Ned were suspicious of you and Peter. So far you haven't given them a reason to. You just hope it stays that way.

Your stomach grumbles drawing your attention from your friends. You want food, but you don’t dare go to the bodega two days in a row. You don't have the energy to deal with Derek, Otis, and Logan. When do you ever?

Just thinking about them makes your throat close up. It makes your breathing get shallow. Your head races and your stomach drops. You want to cry because of how weak they make you feel, how pathetic.

Thinking about them puts your mood down. You just want to forget all about them. About the amount of times you let it fucking happen. You feel your eyes water and your hands tighten on the edge of your shirt. You haven’t even realized you were gripping it.

You feel a tear slip down your check and quickly wipe it away. You push down your feelings. Not wanting to be caught crying on the steps of your school by Happy. Because then he’d tell your dad and then it would be a whole thing. You didn’t want that. You don’t want more eyes on you.

You hear a beep that brings your focus away from your thoughts. You look up to see Happy in the front seat of a black car. You stand and scurry over. You open the door, tossing your bag inside.

“Hey Happy.” You say while buckling your seatbelt.

“Hi,” He responds as he pulls away from the curb. Your hands settle in your lap and your eyes out the window.

“Sorry I was late, there was traffic.” Happy apologizes, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“It’s all good.” You respond as you watch buildings, people and other cars go by.

“You didn’t go to the bodega.” Happy notes glancing at you through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah.” You mumble not giving him anything else.

“You okay kid?” Happy asks gently, trying not to pry too much.

“Yeah, sorry, just tired.” You explain with a sigh. Your stomach rumbles loudly and you hear Happy chuckle.

“And hungry?” He questions. And you smile in embarrassment.

“Very.” You admit.

——

After a snack and more thinking, you need to get your mind off Peter. So you decide to shower. That always helps clear your head. Showering, you think, is the best invention of the modern day. Although, many, your dad specifically would not agree in the slightest.

When you step out of the shower and into your room, the air pricks your body. Goosebumps litter your exposed skin. Just before your shower you left a pile of clean clothes on your bed. Warm, comfy pajamas.

You walk over to the bed, quickly changing. You stalk back over to your bathroom to hang your towel up. You can’t be more grateful for your private bathroom, you could spend hours in there just blasting music, and no one would get mad.

As you walk by, your eye catches sight of yourself in the large mirror hanging on the wall. Even with your clothes on, you can see the marks Logan, Otis, and Derek left scattered on your skin. You finally acknowledge it, because it’s not like you didn’t see them in the shower. It’s more like you chose to ignore it.

They had left many bruises on you before, this was nothing new. Their markings ranged from small cuts and scrapes to bruising and aching all over your body.

You just have to be cautious of the hand shaped bruises on your arms, and the fact that they hurt when you graze your fingers over them. You finally draw your attention away from the mirror to finish pulling your socks on.

You are walking to your closet looking for a sweatshirt when you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

”Shit” You quickly run the rest of the way to the closest to scour through your hung up clothes. You search for a sweatshirt or hoodie.

”Y/n?” You hear your fathers voice boom through the door. He sounds slightly irritated.

”One second dad!” You call back to him. And you continue looking. Only now do you curse the amount of clothes you have, because you can’t locate a damn sweatshirt.

He knocks again, louder this time.

“Y/n, come on! I need to talk to you.” He speaks through the door.

”Double shit.” You think, “What does he know? Wait, don't admit to anything before you're accused of it, and until there's solid evidence that has you trapped” You note in your head. You dad had told you that too many times, especially when Pepper would scold him for something he did.

”Dad, please, I'm changing!” You just about shout at him. You can hear him sigh loudly. “Fine!” He shouts back. “Just be quick.”

You finally find a suitable sweatshirt and slide it on. You close your closet before rapidly moving to the door. You pull it open to see your Dad holding a pair of socks as far away from his face as possible.

”Thank god,” You sigh. Glad that it wasn’t him finding out somehow about your relationship.

“What's this?” You ask, pointing to his hand, and leaning against the frame of your door trying to slow your breathing, as if two seconds ago you weren’t just fearing for your life.

”You left these on the couch.” He grumbles out annoyed.

”Actually, no, those aren’t mine, I stopped doing that after you yelled at me and just about ban me from wearing socks all together.” You rebuttal and he huffs out in thought.

”Are you sure?” He asks.

”Yes dad, I'm sure. Why don’t you ask Bruce? Those look like they could be his,” You reason examining the lab beakers decorating the socks. You Dad just grumbles out a profanity before turning to leave.

”Wait!” You call him and he turns. You need to confirm your plans on Friday with MJ, Peter and Ned.

”Yeah hon?”

”MJ, Ned and Peter can still come over Friday, right?” You ask hopefully.

“Yep, no plans on my part have changed, so unless they can’t make it you’re all good.” He smiles before turning once again to the elevator.

”Dad!” You call out again, and he turns once again with a sigh.

”Yes?”

“Do you think we could, I don’t know, do something together?” You offer.

”Like right now?” He questions, and you nod. He smiles sadly. “Sorry kid, I’ve got to finish up some work.”

”Oh, okay,” You voice, sadly. You just want to spend time with him, but he's been so busy. You feel bad for asking, not wanting him to feel guilty. But at the same time you kind of want him to know you’re hurt.

”This weekend?” He tries, just wanting to see you smile. And you do, even if it’s soft.

”Yeah, that would be great.” You confirm nodding.

“Okay,” He speaks softly and smiles gently, then walks to the elevator.

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