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eternalstann · 5 years

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Two of Us - Part 3

In which Peter Parker watches over you when a new threat to the avengers emerges. With just the two of you, who knows what could happen?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Wordcount: 2k

Warnings: Smut!!!!

Part 1 Part 2

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You wake up to the sound of pots and pans clanking in the kitchen. "Peter what's that?" You ask sitting up in bed, rubbing your eyes. "Shit! Where's Morgan?" he exclaims jumping up to go towards the noise. You bite your lip when you notice his length standing at attention. "Morning wood?" You laugh, standing up to stretch. "Haha very funny, go check on Morgan" he shoos you away. "I'm going, I'm going!" You giggle, making your way to the kitchen.

"Good morning Morgan, what are you doing?" You ask leaning against the island, looking down at her fiddling with a pot in her left hand a pan in her right. "I wanted to make you and Peter breakfast!" she smiled up at you. "It's not going to well though. I'm vertically challenged. I can't reach anything" she pouted. You burst out laughing. You were convinced Morgan was the smartest, funniest little girl alive. "It's the thought that counts" you reply, bending over to pick up the cookware.

You jump when you feel a smack on your ass, "good morning" Peter chirped, picking Morgan up. "Why'd you smack Y/N's butt? Was she a bad girl?" she furrowed her brow, looking back and forth between the two of you. "Oh she's been a very bad girl" he smirked, slapping your ass again. "Oooo Y/N's been a bad girl" she sang, poking your cheek. "Guess I need to be punished" you shrug, looking Peter in his eyes. You get on your hands and knees, to finish putting away what Morgan has pulled out. You slid against the floor, arching your back before looking over your shoulder at Peter. You can see his Adam's apple go up and down when he swallowed. A pained expression was painted on his pretty face.

Your little show was cut short by Peters phone ringing. All of you pause, you look at Peter and reach for the phone once he nods at you in approval. "Hello?" You ask into the receiver of the phone. "Y/N? It's Tony" You sigh before placing it on speaker phone. "Hey Tony" you and Peter reply in unison. "Daddy!" Morgan screams and you smile when Tony laughs into the phone.

"Hey Morgan, how're Peter and Y/N treating you? Did they lock you in the basement and only feed you bread crumbs?" He joked and you rolled your eyes. "No we baked a cake, then we watched Shrek! The compound is creepy when it's empty so Y/N and Peter let me sleep with them. Then Peter said Y/N was a bad girl and she needed to be punished but I've been good-" Peter snatched the phone from Morgan. "Everything is good Mr. Stark, see you soon!" He clicked the end button. "Hey!" Morgan protested, looking at Peter like he pulled her hair.

You were about to say something when you heard the ping of a text message notification.

'Why were you and Y/N in the same bed? I better not come home to any spider babies that can conjure up thunder storms. I called because Pepper is coming to get Morgan today. P.S I won't tell Thor about your little love affair...YET. Tell Morgan I love her 3000'

You both groan at content of the text. You were soooo busted. You knew now you were going to have to tell your dad at some point. Tony wouldn't keep your secret for long. What would you tell him? It wasn't like Peter was your boyfriend, you were literally fuck buddies. Well, almost fuck buddies. Which your father most definitely wouldn't approve of. You could say you were just all platonically sleeping together, but your dad was no fool. And Tony definitely wasn't. 'Y/N's been a bad girl that needed to be punished' yeah that wasn't gonna fly.

"Morgan lets go pack your bag, your mommy's coming to get you today!" You try to be enthusiastic but you were beyond anxious about having to explain yourself. You take Morgan to her room, pull out a small suitcase and sit down by her dresser. "Fuck, I don't know where you're going, how can we pack?" you laugh and so does Morgan. You cover your mouth and apologize for swearing, "It's okay, my daddy does all the time" and you laugh again. "Y/N I had so so much fun. Like fun bigger than the sun!" She exclaims and you're glad she enjoyed herself. You were a little upset about Tony finding out but how could you be mad at her?

"So did I Morgan, I think you're the most fun person I know" you tell her and she grins. Just then Peter pops his head into the the room. "Pepper is here" he spoke and you frown. "How do you know?" You ask him. You handnt heard the intercom or doorbell. "Spidey senses, remember?" He wriggles his eyebrows and you shake your head. "Go let her in!" You shoo him away and he goes.

You can hear Pepper greeting Peter, and so can Morgan from the way she jumped up and ran to the sound of her voice. You follow behind her, at a much slower pace of course. Morgan is hugging her moms legs when you finally make it to where they all were. "Hey Pepper" you hug her, Morgans little body smooshed between you. When you let go the tiny girl takes an exaggerated inhale. "I couldn't breathe!" she squeals and her mother rolls her eyes at her dramatics. "How was she?" Pepper asks, scooping her daughter up. "She was really good!" Peter tells her, giving Morgan a high five. "Yeah! Y/N and Peter are more fun then you and daddy" she informs her mom, & Pepper fakes offense. "That's because Peter and Y/N are twenty years younger than mommy and daddy miss thing, now lets finish getting your things together."

Once Pepper is upstairs Peter pulls you close to him. "Peter not yet!" you groan, but he ignores your reasoning and begins kissing down your neck. "I wanna fuck you now" he whispers, biting on the shell of your ear. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every word. His hands move down your back until he's gripping your ass. "Been waiting for days" he continues, thrusting against you. You can feel your composure breaking. "I'm going to make you cum so many times you forget how to say anything besides my name". You lick your lips, so close to giving in to him.

"Okay guys we're going to head out" Pepper's voice echoes down past you two. Her footsteps getting closer and the sound of the suitcase she's lugging rolling towards you. Peters goes to help her, and Morgan shoots by them and rushes to you. She hugs you and grins. "Bye Y/N, be good girl for Peter" she shakes her finger at you and you laugh nervously. Pepper reaches the door and takes back the suitcase. "Bye you guys, Morgan already has enough friends. You don't need to make her a new one" she winks before walking out the door. You and Peter both look at each other mortified. Of course Tony told Pepper.

You shut the door and you don't even get a chance to turn around before Peter has you pressed against the door. He ruts against your ass and you close your eyes at the feeling of him. His hands pin yours above your head. "You gonna finally be a good girl for me?" he asks, shoving down your shorts. You nod, pushing back so you could feel more of him. He pushes you so you're bent over and spread open for him. “Fuck Peter, hurry up” you whine, listening to the sound of him undressing. This moment had been almost all you could think about for the past few days and now it was finally here. You were so worked up, your chest heaved with each breathe and he’d barely touched you.

“You look so good” Peter hummed, running the tip of his cock along the length of your folds and you felt like crying. You wanted him so bad. “Please Peter!” You cry out and you choke on your own breathe when he finally obliges. He pushed into you fast and hard. “Oh my god” You hear Peter whisper to himself once he’s fully sheathed inside of you. You felt so full, you knew you’d never find a satisfaction like this again. You brace yourself when Peter starts to move, pulling out slowly before entering you again. The drag of how he felt inside of you was intoxicating. Both his hands held tight to your hips, holding you in place. You craned your neck to look back at him, the sight of him sending tingles through your body. You couldn’t believe such a beautiful man was inside of you, making you feel like this.

Peter caught you looking at him, the two of you maintaining eye contact while he spoke, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you”. You don’t break your stare until he slams into you. You nearly collapse at the pleasure that floods every inch of you. He keeps his pace and continues to fuck you hard and deep. Your legs quake and you feel like you could cum already. Each pump bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His strokes have your toes curling and your fingers scratching against the smooth surface of the door, desperate to grab onto something.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you chant, on the brink of your orgasm. “Don’t you fucking cum yet” Peter growls, landing a hard smack on your ass. You squeeze your eyes shut and focus on not coming but when Peter reaches down and starts rubbing your clit it’s a lost cause. You cum harder than you ever have. Your legs giving out and Peter literally has to catch you. “What did I say?” He asks before laying you on the ground. You can’t even respond, you just lay there staring up at his gorgeous frame, completely blissed out. He’s on top of you, his warmth encompassing you. His big hands move your legs over his shoulders before he leans down to kiss you. It’s a heated kiss, one you wish would last forever. It doesn’t though. Peter thrusts into you, and your mouth falls open breaking the kiss. You look at him and see the cocky smile on his face. You want to slap it off but lose your train of though when he starts to move again.

“Wish I could stay in this pussy for the rest of my life” he moans, his arms on either side of your head to hold himself up. Your eyes fall shut, just taking in this moment. He changes his angle, hitting a spot that has your back arching off the floor. His name falls from your lips over and over again as he hits that magical spot. Your pussy clenches around his length as you reach your second orgasm and Peter picks up his pace even more. He’s frantic, his thrusts are quick and sloppy, his body sliding against yours; pelvis rubbing your sensitive clit. He buries his face into your neck as he cums inside of you. Whispers of your name hit the skin of your neck and you’re completely wrecked.

Peter gently pulls out of you, and the emptiness feels so foreign to you now. He picks you up and carries you to the couch laying you down before curling up beside you. “That was...wow” he smiles at you, and you laugh. “I’m so happy right now” you admit, wrapping your arms around him. “You better put some clothes on unless you want it again” He groans, pinching your nipple and you squeal. Your chest flutters at his sultry words. You could feel yourself getting wet for him again.

“Oh; Don’t worry Peter, we’ve got a lot more work to do”

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Finally!! I was gonna make this one long thing but I cut it into two parts. The next chapter is pure smut so get ready😛 I hope you enjoyed this! Love you❤️

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thepeterfuckinparker · 5 years

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miss. thompson — peter parker smut

Summary: Miss. Y/N Thompson is Flash’s step-sister, one of the queen bees and a popular girl around the school. One day, she’s feeling bold when Peter Parker is her chemistry partner.

Notes: ive had this idea for such a long time, but like a fanfic for it on wattpad (FOLLOW ME ON WATTPAD: @/angryfangirl) bUt im a dirty girl so i turned it into smut oops,, i GOT SOME CUTE ASS LINGERIE ON, GOT SUM DICK TODAY, THOUGHT ID UPLOAD THIS LOLOL

Warnings: very smutty, rubbing, boners, wet things, annoying flash, kinda sex-in-school!!!

pt. 2

“Miss. Thompson,” Your head shot up, meeting eyes with the irritated teacher in front of you. You smiled, laughing nervously as you raised your eyebrows. “Do you know the answer to number fifteen?”

Before you could answer, the bell rang causing you to spring up and grab your things. The class chuckled in amusement while you smirked, holding your books against your chest as you waltzed out of the classroom. There was thankfully one class period left, Chemistry Honors, you loved it. Well, not the subject specifically. You took your time walking down the hallways, greeting peers as they waved at you. It wasn’t hard to explain, you were pretty popular around the school, you could blame that on your step-brother, Flash Thompson. You were the nicer sibling, sweeter and smarter, definitely the favorite. Flash’s father would easily choose you over his son, you were just that good of a kid. Flash, on the other hand, was a known troublemaker, stuck-up rich kid, and quite the bully. You were nothing alike despite your years of growing up with each other, your parents married when you both were eight, it was a love-hate relationship between you both. Something that was a bit similar between you and Flash was reputation, you were somewhat serious about yours, never associating with the wrong people, it was a flaw of yours. You didn’t hang out with the Gaming Club, you found yourself a bit closer to Liz Allan and the cheerleading team.

“Today, we will be doing a Mole project. You will be making stuffed Moles! Get it? — Mole?” The chemistry teacher announced the moment students began to enter the room. He held up a little stuffed rodent that he had made himself.

You rolled your eyes, looking around for available seats at the working tables. Your eyes landed on Flash, instantly scoffing and shaking your head. You refused to work with him, he was already a pain in the ass at home. You continued to scan the tables before finding all the seats used up, you gasped at the sight of a free chair and table, rushing over, you jumped to seat yourself. You glared at the back of Flash’s head as he was seated in front of you, the seat beside you screeched.

“Can you not talk so obnoxiously loud?” You flicked your step-brother’s ear causing him to flip you off in return.

He began to think of a snarky remark before he focused on the person who sat beside you, “Penis Parker!” Flash laughed.

You turned your head and raised your eyebrows at Peter, he kept his head low in attempt to ignore your step-brother. You slapped the back of Flash’s head and muttered for him to be quiet. After a few seconds, you turned to Peter and smiled. “Sorry about him. He’s an ass.” The boy looked up and laughed quietly.

You bit your lip as he gazed away, paying attention to the directions being given. You couldn’t help but stare at him, Peter Parker was handsome, an old crush since middle school that died down by the beginning of junior year. He was interested in your best friend, Liz Allan, everyone was pretty sure of that, but as soon as she had moved away, his interests were unclear. You found yourself biting your pencil, your eyes still studying his face. Peter had a strong jaw, soft skin, these cute brown eyes that were either very focused or sometimes incredibly lost. You were brought back into reality when Peter looked at you, you straightened yourself up. He scooted his seat closer to you, settling the worksheet in between you both. Peter Parker was a low status at school, typically, he was someone you didn’t really associate with. It was bitchy, but that’s how it was. People would probably laugh at you if they were knew how you felt about the boy. You watched him scribble his name on the top of the paper. It was senior year now, things were different, what was the point of still trying to fit in when school was going to be over soon anyways? He passed the paper over to you, waiting for you to write your name.

‘Y/N Thompson’ You write neatly, moving your seat closer to start working. His clothed knee touched your bare thigh, he cleared his throat nervously. “Um- okay, did you want to do the stitching while I completed the work problems?” He suggested.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, “Why do I have to do the lady work?” You passed him the sewing kit with a smirk while you grabbed the calculator. Peter’s cheeks turned a bright pink before he stammered nervously. “We’ll switch off, okay?” You started off with number one, easily figuring out equations and scribbling down the answers.

Peter sat beside you, starting to stitch the fabric to build your stuffed mole. You found yourself tearing your gaze away from the paper to look over at him. He was focused, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. You bit down on your lip again, taking an attempt at question number two before you moved your thigh. His knee continued to brush on your skin, your arms touching. You cleared your throat, pushing the paper closer to him before thinking of what to say.

“Um, I don’t think I get this one.” You said softly, you did understand the question, you just wanted his attention.

“Oh okay, I-I can explain it.” Peter nodded, You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Can you talk louder? I can’t hear you.” You lied, the classroom had gotten rowdy but not to the point where you couldn’t hear.

He leaned closer to you, his lips close to your ear as he began to explain the question. You moved your leg, goosebumps running across your skin as he spoke to you. Your hand slipped underneath the table, landing onto his left thigh. Peter froze, his words choking up. You stroked his leg gently with a soft smile playing on your face. He stared at you, unsure of what to say. You looked around the classroom, no one had been paying attention.

“A- W-What are you doing?” Peter asked quietly, continuing the stitching while you used your free hand to play with the pencil on the desk.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, all he needed to say was yes or no, you would oblige. It was bold move, completely unexpected. Peter never thought you would try something like this on him, Y/N Thompson trying to seduce Peter Parker? It had to be a cruel joke.

He was scared to respond before he gulped, “No.”

“Then I won’t.” Your whispered into his ear, your hand continuing to stroke his thigh.

Peter shuttered beside you, his hands slightly shaking as he ran the needle through the fabric. He wasn’t very good at stitching but now he was doing even worse. Your touch was making him sweat, your soft hand on him was getting him hard. You noticed, occasionally looking from the worksheet to the boy’s face to his stitching to his lap. You smirked slightly as your hand led to his hard-on, you palmed him through his pants. He let out a small gasp, whipping his head up to glance at the teacher. You looked over at Flash who hadn’t noticed anything, you don’t know how he would react. You focused back to Peter, the pants leaving his mouth were leaving you wet. You cleared your throat, opening your legs wider and slipping down your hand to your soaked panties. He glanced over, eyes widening even further, if they grew any bigger they’d probably fall out of his head.

“We always have tomorrow if you don’t finish today! We will be presenting these, they need to be unique, make them a name. They can even be based-off of your favorite character!” The teacher exclaimed, Peter flinched each time.

You watched him attempt to stitch with one hand, the other grazing up and down your thigh. He clearly hadn’t done this before. You leaned closer to him, your lips lingering along his ear. Peter inhaled sharply, as your breath hit his skin. “Touch me.” You almost moaned quietly, he did as told, nodding as you sat back and continued to watch his lap with hooded eyes. Your hand worked back to the worksheet, while your other was handling palming him through his black jeans. His fingers pushed away your panties, he instantly collected the wetness between your slits, the pad of his index finger placed on your throbbing clit. You groaned lowly at the feeling, he didn’t really need your help, he somewhat knew what he was doing. Peter Parker has never been with a girl, especially in this way - he must’ve learned from videos, it felt good so that’s what you assumed. You clutched his hard cock through his jeans, biting down your lip as he rubbed circles on your sensitive bud. You looked up, on look-out once again before you met Flash’s eyes.

“What?” You snapped, “Sorry that our mole is gonna look better than y-yours.” You stuttered during the last word as Peter’s fingers pressed down on your clit harder than before, you rubbed him quicker.

“You wish!” Flash scoffed, turning his head and paying attention to his work, nudging his partner to work faster.

You quickened your pace with the palming of his cock, resisting the urge to accidentally drop your materials and get on your knees for Peter right there. His breathing was heavy, his fingers were quicker on your clit, he was close. You could see it in the way Peter was twitching, the way he occasionally shut his eyes and shuddered in pleasure. You leaned towards him again, a smile on your sweet face. “Cum for me, Parker.” You said softly, he instantly groaned but quickly covered it up with a cough - no one noticed. You continued to palm him until he grabbed your hand, it rested there for a second until you felt a wet spot on his black jeans. Peter was lucky he had worn them. You pulled away from him, a shit-eating grin on your face. You looked over at him and admired the post-orgasm look on his face, he was red, a bit sweaty from the pleasure. With confidence, you picked up his hand and raised it to his mouth. Peter took the hint, taking the fingers he had played with you and cleaning them up. He smiled back, leaning closer to you, “You taste so good.” Peter’s comment was low, it made you squeeze your thighs together in surprise.

“See? Look at mine, fuckers!” You both tore away, looking over at Flash who set down his mole. It was a stuffed animal in what looked like a makeshift Spider-Man suit. You snorted, your step-brother was obsessed with the superhero. Peter’s eyes widened at the sight, awkwardly coughing and focusing on your own project.

“It looks fucking stupid.” You laughed, snatching the Spider-Man mole in chucking it across the room. Flash smacked your arm, immediately protesting and shouting.

“Miss. Thompson!”

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raeswritings · 6 years

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Something New- Peter Parker *SMUT*

author: raeswritings

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Hello! Could you do a Peter Parker smut? Praise kink? Maybe more sub!Peter? Lots of hickies on Peter, people might see at school 😉

Warnings: smut, oral, slight bondage

A/N: Peter and the reader will be 17/18 years old in this. I also forgot the praise kink but i hope this will do :)

Sex wasn't new for you and Peter. Sex with Peter was great. He was always so loving, caring and gentle. That was the thing, you loved how he treated you with care but you wanted something a little different. Something not so bland and gentle. You wanted something more different and exciting. You just didn't have the heart to tell him that.

Until one day, Peter was acting strange. The past week he's been more dominant; demanding things from you and among other things. At first you blew it off as him being stressed from school and being Spider-Man. By the end of the week you grew kind of concerned and confused of his behavior, so you decided to confront him about it.

You and Peter were having your typical Friday night in that consisted of movies and takeout. The movie was about 30 minutes in but that didn't matter since you both were tangled in each other's arms. You straddling his lap with your hands in his curly hair. His on your hips as his lips assault your neck with rough kisses; biting and sucking leaving love bites on the tender skin.

Moaning softly, you pulled away breathless. "Wait Pete. We need to talk."

"Why talk when we could doing something else." Peter said, kissing down your neck to your collar bones.

Softly pushing him back you cup your hands on his face effectively making him look into you eyes. "What's been up with you lately? You've been..different lately."

Peter looked into your eyes for a bit before sighing. His walls coming down. "I-I thought you w-wanted something different." You looked at him puzzled. "Something different? Peter what are you taking about?"

Peter sighed. "I overheard you talking to MJ about how I'm too boring. That you wanted something more exciting"

"Peter, you're not boring. True, I do want something different but only if you're okay with it." You softly say.

Relief clear as day in his eyes, Peter let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "W-what did you have in mind?" He timidly asked.

Instantly your cheeks began to redden as you cover your face. "Pete, we don't have to do this." Your voice muffled by your hands.

Peter softly removed your hands looking into your eyes with the most loving expression on his face. "I want to. I want to please you as you please me."

"I-um I want to be in control." You mumbled looking everywhere but Peter.

"I didn't quite hear you." He smirked, jokingly leaning closer to you.

"Peter," You whined. "I know you heard me and I'm not going to say it again. It’s embarrassing."

Peter laughed "I know love, I just like seeing you all flustered and cute." He placed a kiss on your head before pulling back to look at you with curiosity in his eyes. "What else do you like or want to try?" He asked.

Feeling somewhat confident and comfortable you answered honestly. "I wanna tie you up and be on top. Like I want to be the dominant for once."

Peter's face become red as he imagines you riding him, the sound of your moans as you use him to get off, the image of your breast bouncing as you move. He could feel himself harden just at the thought of it all. "O-Okay. L-Lets do it." He stutters, the old, shy and awkward Peter comes back.

"Wait. Really?!" You squeal, you've been dreaming, no wanting this since forever. So it was safe to say that you were pretty excited that Peter agreed. You honestly expected him to say no. Peter nodded his head, not finding the strength for words. You let out another squeal of excitement, pulling Peter to his bedroom, silently thanking god that May had an overnight shift.

Once inside Peter's bedroom, you kissed Peter and started walking him backwards towards his bed. The back of his knees hit the bed causing him to sit down, bringing you with him. You straddled him with your hands tangled in his hair pulling softly at the curls. Peter moaned at the sensation, using this to your advantage, you slipped your tongue past his lips deepening the kiss. Wanting some type of friction to ease Peter's hardening member, his hands went to your hips gently moving them back and forth. Both of you let out moans and sighs, enjoying the feeling. Your hand goes the bottom of Peter's shirt and gives it a light tug. Peter caught on what you wanted, breaking kiss pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in a random direction. Following his actions, your shirt and bra was tossed aside.

Before continuing, you got up ignoring Peter's protest and went into his closet, coming out with one of his suit ties. Smiling softly you led to the headboard of his bed, tying his hands to it as tight as possible. Making sure its tight enough so he can't use his strength to break free but also where it won't hurt him, you pull back to admire your handy work before looking at Peter. HIs lips swollen from the kisses shared between you, his hair all over the place from having you run you hands through it and tugging it here and there, his eyes full of love, adoration and lust. Peter seemed to get a little impatient as he tugged on his restrained hands. "Y/N please. I need you. Do something." He breathes.

Loving him like this, you straddle his waist kissing and nipping at his neck, collar bones and chest areas leaving love bites whilst grinding on Peter's hard member. Peter tugs on his wrist, surprised that he doesn't rip it with his strength. "Baby, please. I-I need something." Peter begged, not used to being denied of his pleasures. You grant him his wants as you take off the rest of his and your clothes off. Your hand goes down his chest to his erected member, standing and waiting for attention. Peter lets out a hiss as you softly kiss the head of his staff. You slowly sink your head down taking Peter in your mouth and begin to bob your head, using your hands for what you can't take in your mouth. "Fuck. Keep going baby." Peter groans as his eyes meets yours.

Hollowing your mouth, you begin to suck harsher. One of your hands goes to Peter's balls, softly massaging them. Peter bucks his hips upward moaning. "Just like that. Fuck just like that." Hearing Peter's moans and groans of pleasure turns you on knowing that you are able to pleasure him just as much as he pleasures you, making you become slick with want. It doesn't take long before you feel him twitch in your mouth, you pull away right before he cums. Peter's sounds of displeasure and whines fill the room. "What the hell Y/N!!"

"I just wanted you to cum in me." You say innocently, Peter's eyes are filled with lust and want as he groans, helplessly wanting the release you denied him. Smiling as he groans again you decide to end his and your own torture, straddling him you slowly lower yourself on his member, both of you moaning, finally giving into the pleasures that only you can give each other. You put your hands on Peter's chest for stability as you find a pleasurable pace for you both. You lean down to kiss at Peter's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin where his neck and shoulder meet, surely leaving marks for everyone to see. Peter groans as he pulls on his wrist, desperately wanting to get a hold of your hips and breast, something to anchor him down as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. "Y/N, I'm close." He grunts as you clench around him, the feeling alone can make him undone.

"Hold it Pete. I'm almost there." You pant as you ride him faster, your hand going in between your bodies. Your fingers on your clit as you rub harsh circles on it, moaning at the sensation and moaning at the sound of Peter's moan and groans of pleasure. You feel something in you snap, the feeling creeping up on you as you clench around Peter's member. "Now Peter. Come for me baby, please." Peter tugs harshly on his wrist as he lets go, shooting his seed in you whilst saying your name as a prayer. You halt your motions as your orgasm hits you, moaning in pure ecstasy.

Breathing heavily, you dismount yourself from Peter with a low hiss as you untie his wrist before throwing yourself next to him tiredly. Peter puts his arms around your body and brings you against him. "God, I love you. We definitely have to do that again." Peter said kissing your head then stares at the ceiling with a smile on his face.

Sadly the weekend came to an end, Peter was currently at his locker getting books for his morning classes when Ned popped up. "Whoa Peter, were you bit by another spider over the weekend?" Ned teased once he saw the hickeys on Peter's neck. Peter thought that his shirt collar being higher than normal will cover them up but of course they didn't.

Peter closed his eyes, sighing. Peter was tired of getting teased. First it was Tony who first saw them when Peter showed up at the Avenger tower. Tony had of course congratulated him on becoming a man or something along those lines. Then it was the other Avengers, and now Ned. But what did Peter expect, Ned notices everything.

"No Ned." Peter said closing his locker and turning to him. Before Peter can continue, he felt arms around him as you came giving Peter a kiss on her cheek, followed by the sound of MJ's voice. "Wow Y/N, you did a number on him."

Groaning Peter's face became red with embarrassment. "Cheer up, Pete. Now everyone will know your mine like I am yours." You smile as you move into his line of sight. Peter can see the little marks on your neck clear as day, it gave him joy to see you showing off his mark. Peter shook his head as the bell ring, hoping that the hickeys will heal before he comes home. He did not want May to see them. That will only lead up to her having an awkward conversation with him. He didn't want that, not again.

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eternalstann · 5 years

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My Hero

Peter saves you from a jerk at the bar, you tell him you love him. What’s next?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Wordcount: 1k

Warning: sexual situations, fluff, language

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"Peter, I'm ready to go" You drawl into your best friends ear. You lean into his side when you almost lose your balance, and Peter wraps his arms around your waist to steady you. “Those tall ass heels and 7 shots of patron don’t mix so well do they?” He laughs, gesturing to your shoes. You giggle and shake your head, “Not at all!” You exclaim, sitting down at the bar in front of you. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, and then we can leave okay? Stay right here” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

Peter walks off, pushing through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. You were out celebrating with Flash’s 21st birthday, but it was going on 3a.m and you were exhausted. You sat lost in thought while you waited for Peter to return, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around in your seat with a smile, expecting to see Peter. You were greeted instead with a face you’d never seen before. It was a handsome face, but you just wanted to go home and relax with your best friend. “Is someone sitting there?” The man pointed to the stool next to you and you shook your head, too lazy to form words.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks. “Oh, no thank you. I’m actually about to leave” you tried to speak as coherently as possible but you were drunk and you could see in his face that he could tell. “Maybe I could leave with you, what’s your name?” He questioned and you rolled your eyes. Even in your intoxicated state his arrogant demeanor was starting to annoy you. “My names Y/N. And I couldn’t detest the sound of that anymore” turning your back to the nauseating man. His hand wraps around your arm and he yanked you around to face him. You were going to let him have it but someone else beat you to it.

“Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking jaw” Peter spoke taking you from the mans grip and standing you up. “Let’s go” He muttered, leading you outside and to his car. “That was really hot” you murmured once you were both in the car. Peter turned his face to hide the blush that painted his cheeks. “You’re my hero” you joked. “You’re so wasted” he replied, glancing at you. You made him wanna be Spiderman full time. He was always worried about you, and guys like the one tonight were the main reason why. You were a goddess, and not just to him. You were beautiful by anyone’s standards.

“I have mixed emotions about going out with you. I always have fun with you, but Jesus I’m always worried about dickhead guys like that bothering and trying to hurt you” he explained and you bit your lip. He was such a good person it amazed you sometimes. “Awww Peter, well I don’t want any of those guys” you smile. “Are you gay?” He asked incredulously and you burst out laughing. “No! I just meant I already like someone else” you tell him, bopping him on the nose. “Oh” Peter says, going quiet for the rest of the ride.

He pulls into his parking spot and you follow him inside. “Sleepoverrrrr!” You squeal running to his bedroom. You almost tip over again in your heels and all you can think about is taking them off. You’re hunched over pulling off your shoes when Peter comes in. He can’t take his eyes off you when he sees you. The strap of your dress was falling off your shoulder, and the way you were bent he had a perfect view of your cleavage. “You should get some sleep Y/N” he spoke, pulling off his own shirt. “I can’t remember if I told you earlier or not but you’re really hot” you tell him, inching back in his bed.

“Thank you,” he spoke, it was nice to hear you say it but he knew you were drunk. You watched his shirtless figure rummage through the drawers “-here you can put this on” he handed you one of his T-shirt’s to put on. You sniffed it and Peter gave you a funny look. “I love the way you smell” you told him. His heart fluttered at your words, all the things you’d said tonight made him wonder if maybe you felt the same way he did. His mind was racing but everything crashed when he watched you pull your dress over your head. You were completely naked underneath and Peter had never felt the primal urge to fuck like he did at that moment.

“Peter come lay with me” you coo, gesturing for him to come over. “I- I’m gonna sleep on the couch” he stuttered, still staring at your exposed body. “No!” You shout and you stand to wrap your arms around him. “Stay” you whisper and Peter can feel a fire start to burn inside of him. “Y/N you’re drunk, and you’re naked. This isn’t right” he groans, his hands on your hips. “What’s not right about it, Im fucking in love with you and horny?” You spoke.

“You’re in love with me?” He asks, eyes wide. “Yes Peter, I’ve been trying to tell you for months but I guess I just needed a little... liquid courage” you giggle. “I love you too, but we still can’t. And believe me I want to-” he squeezed your hips tighter, “-but you’re drunk. I don’t want to take advantage of you” he spoke and you sighed, flopping back down on his bed.

“Sometimes you’re too much of a good guy” you tell him, curling up under the covers; still naked. “You’re telling me” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “Please lay with me, no funny business! I promise” you plead and he gives in. He crawls into bed beside you, trying to ignore the way your bodies brushed together occasionally when either of you moved. “Goodnight Y/N” he hummed before both of you drift to sleep.

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Part two👀

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thepeterfuckinparker · 5 years

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striking vipers — peter parker smut

Summary: You and Peter grew up together, always being the best of friends. Things are different, you both are in your late twenties. You haven’t seen him in a year before he finally shows up again. It started with a video game.

Notes: yes this is based off of the ‘black mirror’ episode bc i love anthony mackie, i love pom klementieff and i love black mirror so let’s go??? PLEASE ENJOY AND LEAVE ME FEEDBAcK, i was really excited to make this and i hope it doesn’t suck too much!! ITS SUPER LONG IM SORRY

Warning: +18!!! smut, swearing,, video game violence?? spanking, oral (f and m receiving),, cheating,, IT GETS HOT AND HEAVY

There’s tons of kids, parents rushing back and forth to the small table with wine and running back to keep eyes on children. They stop to greet you, the birthday wishes are endless as people pass by. You thank them, pulling on a smile. It’s your twenty eighth birthday, your husband threw you a birthday party. You were unusually out of it, not really in the mood to celebrate. Your eyes find Ned’s hand waving you over, you grinned and obliged, walking over to him. He has his arms wrapped around Betty, she’s watching a little girl intently as she plays in your backyard.

“Hey guys,” You muttered, watching Ned press a kiss onto Betty’s lips before she walks off to grab their daughter. “I swear, you guys have been engaged for years now. When are you finally going through with it?” You asked Ned, sipping the glass of wine in your hand.

“Things are expensive right now. I promised her I would make everything perfect, so I’m saving until everything is how it should be.” Ned replied, his daughter waving at him in her mother’s arms. “Well what about you? You and Flash — What? Five years now? No kids yet?”

You shook your head, looking back over to the barbecue grill and smiling at Flash as he cooked burgers. “Not yet, it just doesn’t feel right yet.” You explained briefly, “He really wants to though.”

“They change your life, Y/N. In a good way. Betty and her are the best things that ever happened to me.” You watched him look back over to the blonde woman and the little girl. He watched them in awe, almost as if they were his favorite show and he couldn’t get enough of them. You could see the adoration he had for them, he’d die for them.

“Is that MJ?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked over at a curly haired woman with a little boy. “Jesus, she looks different.” That wasn’t true, she still looked like the Michelle Jones you knew from high school, one of your best friends, you simply didn’t recognize her because she wasn’t with her partner-in-crime.

“Y/N!” You turned and looked at Flash, he pointed towards the inside, “Can you get that for me?” Someone had been ringing the doorbell. You nodded, excusing yourself from Ned before rushing inside.

You fixed your hair as you trudged towards the door, you had on a pair of jeans with a blouse and a pair of thick wedges, you looked at yourself in the mirror before opening the door. You brushed off your blouse, glaring at your face, you felt old, you still had years to go, but you didn’t feel young anymore. Time was flying by, you weren’t sure how to feel about it. Now was the time that you become an adult, high school and college was over, you were married, you were living in a house that you bought yourself with your husband, Flash wants kids. You ripped away from your thoughts as a soft knock sounded, you quickly cleared your throat and opened the door.

“P-Peter! Hey, oh my gosh.” You smiled and pulled the familiar face in for a tight hug. He was your best friend in high school and college, you both were attached by the hip growing up. “It’s been so long.” His arms wrapped around your waist as the hug went on, it had been exactly a year since you had seen him in the flesh, he made an appearance at your birthday party last year then never popped by again.

“I know. Happy birthday!” Peter pulled away, his smile was the same, he pushed forward a gift. “I got you something.”

You raised your eyebrows then pouted, “Peter, you didn’t have to do that.” You muttered before taking it and stepping aside. “Come in!” You said.

Peter did as told, stepping inside and admiring your house. It was sophisticated, new picture frames littering the pale blue walls. He looked over at the sliding door across the room, “Quite the turnout.” He then looked down at the baby bags, kids toys scattered across the floor. “Did you and Flash - “ Peter began as he picked up a pack of pampers.

“No!” You snatched it, chuckling, “No, um - not yet.” Your best friend noticed the uncomfortable look on your face. “MJ’s here too. I figured you guys would ride together.” You pointed over to his wife, she was holding their little boy in her arms.

“Oh, MJ and I aren’t together anymore.” Peter said lowly as you poured yourself another cup of wine. Your eyes widened, your lips parting in shock. You instantly handed him the glass, he needed it more. “Thank you. It’s okay, it’s been a year. That’s why I haven’t been around as much, I’ve been figuring things out. I’m living in Queens again, I get our son on weekends.” He had a small frown.

“I’m so sorry, Peter. Only on weekends?” You asked softly, setting down the gift.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. MJ just thinks it’s better if she gets him, you know - patrolling and all.” Peter said quietly, you nodded, understanding what he meant. There was a small pause before he sighed with a smile, “Open it!” He pushed.

“Okay, okay!” You laughed, opening up the bag and pulling out the paper. You finally reached in and grabbed a box, “Striking Vipers.” You looked up at Peter who smiled down at you, “God, this was so long ago.” The last time you had played was ten years back, before Flash and you had gotten serious. Aside from Peter, Ned, MJ, and you messing around constantly after school, this was what you and Peter did almost every school night.

“It’s a new version, updated and all, it’s virtual reality. I played the demo in the store, it was fucking amazing. I thought of you, your birthday, so I got it for you.” Peter watched you gawk at the packaging. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you so much.” You set it back into the bag and hugged Peter. “I’m really glad you’re here.” You muttered gently. You inhaled his scent, it was comforting and made you warm. There were no feelings with Peter, he was nothing but your best friend, everything felt okay with him.

The sliding door open causing you and Peter to slowly let each other go, Flash grinned as he walked in. The two men greeted each other with a shake of the hand before Flash wrapped his arm around you. “Sweetheart, everyone’s outside, we’re about to cut the cake.” You nodded. “Come on, Parker! I’ll cut you a big slice.” Flash gestured outside.

“Oh no, I can’t, um –“ Peter looked over at you, hoping you would understand what he meant. He didn’t want to see MJ, he insisted that it was no big deal, but he couldn’t bear to see her. “I have to get going.” Peter patted Flash’s back. “It was nice seeing you guys.”

“It was nice to see you too, Pete. Thank you for the gift.” You pulled Flash to help you lead Peter out. “Please, don’t be a stranger, Pete.” You watched him open the door and smile back at you.

“I won’t be. Bye guys.” Peter waved, his eyes didn’t leave yours. He looked guilty, for having to leave, for not telling you about MJ, for being MIA a whole year, for not being a best friend.

You shut the door, smiling at Flash as he held you. He pressed his lips onto yours causing you to hum out in satisfaction, you pressed your fingers onto his jaw, pulling back. Flash and you despised each other in school, but when college rolled around, Ned and Betty were together, MJ and Peter, you and Flash was somewhat drawn to each other. He brushed his thumb on your lip, suggesting you both get back to your party. You agreed, somewhat wishing you could kick everyone out and go to bed, but you knew it couldn’t happen. The party dragged on, everyone leaving at around seven due to work and school for the kids the next day. Ned and Betty said their goodbyes, MJ giving you a tight hug, your friends left in a hurry. You were left with Flash, he was brushing his teeth while you were sprawled out on the bed you shared. He joined you, laying beside you and holding you. In no time, he was passed out asleep. You, on the other hand, were staring up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to finally set in but it simply wouldn’t. You sighed in frustration, climbing out of bed and walking to the living room.

Your robe hugged you tightly, crawling onto the couch after turning on your TV. The light from the screen illuminated your face in the dark, you grabbed the controller and placed the game piece inside. You settled on a boring game, one that would soon drift you off to sleep, you had work in the morning. The game consisted of puzzles, you worked the buttons to solve each one, time going by slow. A chime went off, you directed your eyes to the corner of the screen.

‘Peter is online.’ You smiled, ‘Peter invited you to play Striking Vipers.’ You pressed the join icon, putting your ear piece in. After a few seconds of fumbling with the game piece, you inserted it into the controller.

“Parker. Shouldn’t you be in bed?” You slouched into the couch as the game loaded. Frames of red, yellow, and blue were displayed as the title appeared.

“Shouldn’t you?” Peter retaliated. He pressed the start button, “Early day in the office tomorrow, you sure you wanna do this?” The display was normal, nothing seemed different.

“Yes, Peter! Alright, how do I do this?” You asked. Your fingers fiddled with the box, opening it up and peering down with furrowed eyebrows at the technical device.

“Take the sticker, put it on your forehead.” Peter explained over the earpiece, chuckling at you.

“Left or right side?”

“Whichever.”

You did as told, fumbling with the sticker and finally placing it onto the right side of your forehead. You stared at the screen, waiting for something to happen.

“Now what?” You asked in a confused tone.

“Press the sync icon on your controller.” Peter said.

You followed orders, pressing a finger on the controller before you slouched into the couch. Your head tilted back, your eyes going black, Peter’s voice cut off as you were leaving consciousness. After a few seconds, you came back to, colors and lights forcing you to awaken. You gasped out in surprise, Peter doing the same with an amused laugh. Everything was vivid, you recognized the same place you and Peter always picked to play, an alleyway in Japan, neon signs bright and on every corner. You waited to pick characters, reminiscent on your favorite one years back ‘Lance’ while Peter adored ‘Roxette’ but you watched as a display appeared.

‘Self-Character Mode placed.’ You peered down at your body, it was you, but in a tightly fitted latex orange jumpsuit, it showed a good amount of cleavage to the point where Flash would freak out. You had fabric wrapped around your hands. Peter was wearing a wife beater tank top, a pair of red loose pants and a red headband on. It was realistic, almost as if he was actually in front of you, he somewhat was. You both were ten feet apart, your arms raised in a fighting stance.

“Is this gonna hurt?” You asked with a smirk, jumping back and forth excitedly.

Peter shrugged, “You can feel everything. Tell me if you feel this!” He suddenly leaped forward, kicking under your feet causing you to fall onto your back.

“Oh you asshole!” You groaned, standing back up and striking a move. You found yourself button smashing, going from punches to high kicks to combos.

“You’re button smashing, Y/N!” He protested. You laughed back, he finally got a hit in, the sensation felt real causing you to groan in pain. “Play fair, baby girl.” The pet name made you freeze slightly but you played it off easily by punching him in retaliation.

“You’re going down, Parker.”

You both kicked and punched, not hard enough to leave each other crying and not rough enough to immediately end the game. Peter was going easy on you, you had to admit you sucked at this game despite your constant attempts for years. Your hands healed if they were bruised, the small marks on Peter’s face faded as seconds went by. You pressed your buttons, hoping a specific combo you remembered back from years would still work. It did, you lurched forward and used one hand to wrap around Peter’s throat, you swiped both his legs and pushed him against the ground. You giggled above him in satisfaction, your hand loosening its grip. Before you could even blink, Peter grabbed your own throat and flipped you over, his legs straddling your hips. You huffed in annoyance, his free hand pinning your arm above your head. He smiled down at you, the both of you laughing before Peter suddenly leaned in. His lips were on yours, the kiss soft and slow. You were frozen, but a part of you cracked and you were soon kissing back. It was different, you could feel the kiss as if it were real, the butterflies in your stomach, the need for it to deepen. He pulled back slightly, your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Peter, we shouldn’t.” You thought back to Flash, he was sound asleep in your shared bed, you looked down at your arm that was dangling beside you, your wedding ring still visible.

“I know.” Peter nodded, he was panting above. You shifted underneath him, shyly lifting your hips to meet his crotch as you argued with yourself mentally. “We shouldn’t.” He agreed, there was so much at risk.

“But I want to.” You whispered, that was all Peter needed to hear before his lips met yours again. You lifted your free hand to touch his stomach, pushing up his loose shirt and quietly whining at the feel of his toned abdomen. “I need you.”

He sat you up, kissing your neck, trailing to your collarbones until he reached the top of your breasts where he left soft bruises. They disappeared after seconds, he freed you of the latex suit, zipping it down and helping you peel it off. He groaned at the sight of your naked body, whispering to you about how beautiful you looked. Peter’s hard-on was visible through the baggy red pants that you quickly yanked down, his length hitting his stomach almost immediately. There were no smirks, no snarky remarks about how vulnerable you both were, there were soft praises and moans, delicate kisses. You lurched up, grabbing his arm and throwing each other against the virtual corner store, the neon lights illuminating your bodies and faces. He was pressed against the glass while you peppered kisses down from his neck to his stomach. You fell to your knees, placing a soft kiss on the angry red tip of his cock causing him to softly groan.

“Y/N,” The sound of your name rolling off of his tongue made you damp, your pussy was glistening. You took your time, licking up his shaft and twirling your tongue around his tip. Under hooded eyes, you looked up at him, watching his face express the pleasure he was feeling. His fingers tangled into your hair as you took his length into your mouth, working your tongue as you bobbed your head. With one hand gripping onto his bare thigh, you took your free hand and led it down to your dripping heat, playing with the sensitive bud between your legs. Each moan that you let out while he was thrusting into your mouth sent him into a frenzy, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your clit was throbbing at your fingers, you could come at the sight of him, his whimpers were sending you over the edge. Just before you could come from below him, and just as his cock twitched in your pretty mouth, he pulled away and made you stand. The roles were flipped, the front of your body was pressed against the glass while he crouched to his knees. Peter’s hand slapped against your ass causing you to yelp out in surprise, he pressed your upper body further into the glass and forced you to arch your back. His tongue slipped to your pussy, dipping in and out of you.

“Fuck, Peter!” You cried, dragging your hand against the glass. Your sensations were set to an unbelievable level, everything felt like heaven, each swipe of his tongue was sending you into a bliss.

“C’mere, princess.” Peter whispered softly as he stood to his feet, you were shaking underneath him. He lowered himself, bringing your hips to a higher level before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A pornographic moan left your mouth as he filled you. “You’re so tight.” He allowed you to adjust, your body pressing further into the glass. The thrusts started off slow, he hit each angle perfectly, his hands holding your breasts as he pulled you back into his body.

“Faster, Peter.” You begged, beads of sweat collecting across your body as he held you. Peter quickly obliged, his thrusts becoming fast-paced and deeper. “Fuck!” You moaned, your teeth biting down on your lip. You swore you were seeing stars from how good he was fucking you, the both of you were sensitive. Typically, you lasted a good amount of time during sex, it was hard to make you come, but in this moment; you weren’t sure how long you had left.

“Oh my god.” Peter mumbled into your neck, he was twitching deep inside of you. The two of you were bound to explode any second now, unable to go any longer from the dialed pleasure. “I’m gonna come.” He panted, you nodded in agreement.

“Come for me, Peter.” You pleaded, you were trailing right behind him. He did, filling you with his warm seed which caused you to cry out. Your legs shook, your fingers clawing at his thighs, your head fell back in defeat. The two of you stood, his cock still inside of you, fingers still playing with your hard nipples. You caught your breath, wiping away the sweat on your forehead. Peter turned you around, pressing your body against his as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. His hands were shaking, you both were overstimulated. The kiss lingered for a few minutes before you tore away, looking up at him with a worried glance.

“Oh no,” You thought back to Flash, you made a mistake. “Oh my god, what did I do?”

Peter’s eyes widened, “No, Y/N. It’s okay!” He insisted, watching you squirm away from him.

“No, no — NO! How do I get out of here?” You looked at him. He stared at you, your hair was stuck against your sweaty face, your cheeks were soft pink, your lips swollen from his kisses. “Peter!” You shouted.

“Exit game!” He exclaimed quickly, Peter disappeared.

You stared at where he once stood, looking at the littered articles of clothing on the streets. You felt tears brimming your eyes, quickly inhaling in panic. What had you just done? You cheated, was this cheating? It wasn’t real, but it sure felt like it. Peter was your best friend. You loved what had just happened. But Flash, how could you have done this to your husband? You shook your head, gulping.

“Exit game.”

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thepeterfuckinparker · 5 years

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heartbreak girl - peter parker

Summary: Your heart is left smashed into pieces and Peter Parker is there to help you.

Notes: yes i used a 5sos song, oops ?? tb tho,, this is nothing but short fluff and a bit of angst, enjoy!!!

Warnings: swearing i gUess, cheating, a lil self-conscious bits???

You picked your head up from the pillow, groaning at the sound of your bedroom door opening. Peace, quiet, and time to cry was all that you wanted; but it seemed like that was impossible. You wiped away your tears, turning to face the intruder. Peter Parker gave you a sympathetic smile, shutting the door behind him before sitting in bed with you.

“Are you okay?”

God, you hated that question. Whenever someone asked you that question, and you clearly weren’t okay, it led to more tears. You tried to muffle a yes, but a slight sob stopped you from doing so. Peter instantly frowned, quickly shushing you and pulling you into a tight embrace. The tears rushed down your face even quicker than before as you gripped his sweater, burying your hot face into his neck. He didn’t seem to mind, Peter was well-aware of what he was walking into. Rumor-has-it, your boyfriend cheated on you, multiple times, it had all just recently come to light. That rumor turned out to be true, multiple videos and text conversations suddenly surfacing. It seemed like everyone knew, especially Peter, he had called it back with Ned awhile back. He brought it up - being the good friend that he was - but you - being the idiot naive girlfriend - shot him down. Peter didn’t take much offense, knowing that your boyfriend was manipulating you to the point where Peter pretty much thought you were brainwashed. In a way, you were; but you always had your suspicions. Your boyfriend was never good to you, constantly bringing you down, being awful to you, not treating you correctly; overall, he was a piece of shit and everyone knew it, including you.

“Talk to me, Y/N.” Peter resisted the urge to cry, he hated to see you hurt. He wished he could have saved you from ever falling for such a horrible boy. “Please?” He pulled you back, petting your hair gently. Peter hated it, but he wanted nothing more than to tell you: ‘Y/N, I’m right here, when are you going to fucking realize?’ but instead he held you.

“I feel like shit, I feel so fucking stupid, Peter.” You sniffled, looking over at your bedroom floor.

Peter had noticed the torn photos and the thick letterman jacket laying across the floor. He tried not to bring it up, shaking his head and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Listen to me, you are not stupid. That asshole knew what he was doing, he knows how much you love him, and your love for him blinded you.” He sighed, his jaw slightly clenching in anger.

“What did I do wrong? Is it me? Am I not good enough?” You whispered quietly, you asking the questions to yourself, but Peter heard you with no problem. It might’ve been because he has enhanced senses, or because you suck at whispering.

“Why would you ever ask that? What the hell, Y/N?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows, his fists tightened. “God, you are amazing. You are precious, you are the smartest, you’re sweet, you’re beautiful, you’re perfect.” He grumbled, frustrated because you couldn’t see yourself the way he saw you.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend.” You shook your head, inhaling deeply, attempting to calm your nerves but the tears wouldn’t stop brimming your eyes.

Friend. Peter hated that word, he wanted something more, but he was too afraid to say anything. He didn’t say anything before you started to date your boyfriend, he couldn’t say anything during, and he definitely couldn’t say anything now. You were absolutely broken, your eyes swollen from crying all day at home, hair a mess but he didn’t mind, your nose was super runny but he had bought you a box of tissues on his way to your place anyways.

“I couldn’t even go to school. I don’t want to see anyone, everybody probably thinks I’m a moron. Does he even care? He didn’t even bother to text me, or acknowledge the fact that it’s out there.” You wipes your face, leaning your head on Peter’s shoulder.

Your boyfriend didn’t care, Peter knew that because he had confronted him in the school bathroom. It was Ned, Flash, Peter, and your boyfriend. Peter asked why he had done it, how he could treat someone as great as you so horribly. He didn’t care, and that’s when Peter punched him in the face. Flash even rooted for him! That’s how shitty your boyfriend was. Thankfully, Peter didn’t get caught and no one told, but he didn’t regret it at all. He didn’t know how you would react, he was a bit afraid to tell you. Would you thank him? Would you cry? Peter wasn’t gonna take the chance, choosing to simply tell you another day when you weren’t sobbing in his arms.

“Nobody thinks you’re a moron. Everyone thinks he’s the moron, Y/N.” Peter slung his arm around you, pulling you closer and pressing his nose to your head. “I know it may seem like it’s not gonna be okay, things suck right now, but it’ll get better. You’ll find someone better.” Peter muttered softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he listened to you sniffle. Peter wanted that someone to be him. He’d been head over heels in love with you since middle school, never having the guts to finally tell you. He appreciated you, was always there for you when you needed him the most, he held you when you needed holding. You were blind, oblivious, or maybe you knew and just didn’t feel the same way, he was overthinking.

“God, why can’t I find someone like you, Parker.” You pressed your cheek against his, whimpering as you held his hand.

I can take away your hurt, heartbreak girl.

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