Summary: You and John B have a quickie in the bathroom at The Wreck
Requested: yes
Word Count: 1.3k
a/n: I am still on my break but I have wrote a few stories while I was on my break so I figured I would share them, ngl it makes me feel better writing these for you guys.
You and John B sat at the table with JJ, Pope, Sarah and Kiara. Kiara was on her break so she was able to come over and sit with you guys while you guys ate and talked. Even though Kiara's father Mike did not really like you guys being here, it was still one of your top hang out spots with your friends.
And since you all were Kiara's best friends, Mike just let it go at this point and let you guys be here. I mean you guys weren't doing anything wrong so. The six of you were just talking, eating, laughing just having fun together.
As the six of you were just hanging out together and doing your thing, you felt John B put his hand on your thigh. You looked over to him confused. He just gave you an innocent smile. You brushed it off and kept talking to your friends.
A few minutes passed by and then you felt John B's hand slowly trail up your thigh. You cleared your throat a little and gave him a look. He just smirked a little and continued to do what he was doing. You gently swatted his hand away.
About 10 minutes passed since John B was teasing you but, of course you felt his hand on your thigh again. He squeezed your thigh making you jump. You looked to him again and he smirked more than he did before.
You sighed and pushed his hand off of your thigh then got up and pulled John B up too.
"We will be back." You said. JJ, Kiara, Pope, and Sarah nodded as you walked off, pulling John B along with you. You took him into the handicap bathroom and once the door was shut you turned around and looked at him.
"What the hell were you doing out there?!" You asked.
"What was I doing?" He asked innocently then smiled a little.
"You damn well know what you were doing. You really pulled that shit in front of our best friends too?" You said with a huff. "What if they saw what you were doing?" You asked.
"One, unless they were looking under the fucking table then they would not have saw. And two, who gives a shit?" He asked still smirking a little.
"You can't wait until we get home?" You asked.
"Have you seen the way you look today?" He asked. "You are wearing my favorite summer dress on you. The way it hugs all of your curves just right, it's short, exposes your tits, thin material, and as we already know, super easy to remove." He said with a smirk.
"How could I not be horny when I see you looking so fucking hot in that dress?" John B asked. You blushed and looked away. He always knew how to compliment you ultimately making you blush every single time.
"But we are in public right now." You said.
"But everyone is out there." He said as he walked past you to the door. Once he got to the door, he locked it.
"I- John B! We are in a handicap bathroom! What if someone needs to come in here?!" You asked nervously.
"They can wait." He said with a shrug. Before you could say anything, John B walked over to you and kissed you passionately. After a few minutes of the kissing, you broke the kiss and looked up at him.
"Okay fine, but we have to be very quick... and very quiet." You said.
"You're telling me to be very quiet? Maybe you should tell yourself that sweetheart." He said smirking more. You rolled your eyes and gently wacked his arm.
"Do you want sex or not?" You asked. He just kissed you again as his response. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you. The two of you made out for a few minutes but then you pulled back again.
"As much as I love this, we said we would make this quick remember?" You said.
"Right, sorry. I just can't help myself." He said with a chuckle. You giggled softly and then he picked you up and carried you over to the sink. You pulled the skirt of your dress up before he set you down on the sink.
He pulled your thong off before shoving your thong into the pocket of his cargo shorts. The two of you then shared another passionate kiss before he pulled back and unbuttoned his shorts. He then pulled his shorts and boxers down at the same time, his hard cock slapping against his stomach when he did so.
He positioned himself between your legs before he aligned his cock with your entrance. Luckily for you, since the two of you had to make this a quickie, he couldn't tease the shit out of you like he usually does.
He thrusted into you, making you gasp and moan out. John B snickered a little and covered your mouth.
"We need to be very quiet remember?" He kinda mocked what you said and smirked. You playfully rolled your eyes and he thrusted into you once more, making you moan out again. John B decided that since he can't cover your mouth closed, he needed to gag you.
He pulled your thong back out from his pocket and balled them up a little before shoving them into your mouth. Your moans now muffled with the new gag, he began to thrust back into you again. After a minute or two of fucking you while you were sitting on the edge of the sink, He pulled out of you and gently pulled you off of the sink. He then turned you around so you were facing the mirror.
You held onto the sink as he wasted no time to thrust back into you once again. He used one hand to hold onto your hips and he used the other hand and put it in your hair, tugging slightly. You moaned out louder, luckily your thong muffled them well.
He took his hand out of your hair and now put that free hand on your shoulder as he fucked the shit out of you. You threw your head back and screwed your eyes shut.
"No no no, open those beautiful eyes baby. I want you to watch me in the mirror." John B said. You did as you were told and opened your eyes, watching him fuck you. After a few minutes you felt that familiar knot growing in your stomach.
You could tell he was close too since his thrusts were getting sloppy. You clenched around his cock, signaling to him that you were close.
"You gonna cum baby?" He asked with a small groan. You nodded quickly. "Ah.. we use our words." He said.
"Yes! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out, the slight yell muffled by the balled up thong in your mouth acting as a gag.
"Come on, cum for me baby." He said. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble as you came hard on his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of your pussy, painting your walls white.
He pulled out of you slowly and fixed your dress before pulling up his boxers and shorts, buttoning up his shorts again. He then pulled your thong out of your mouth and shoved it back into his pocket.
He turned you around to face him and you smiled when you saw him. He smiled back and pulled you into his arms before he planted a soft, loving kiss onto your lips.
"They are probably starting to wonder where we ran off to." You said with a chuckle.
"Yeah." He chuckled. "But I'm not done with you yet.. prepare yourself for what's to come when we get home." John B said with a smirk. You giggled in excitement as he unlocked the bathroom door and then the two of you walked back over to your friends like none of that ever happened.
it's a repost of an old blurb !! hope you like it x m
summary: it's 4 AM. peter can't sleep, and it looks like he won't let you either.
word count: 1.2k
genre: established relationship. college!peter
4 AM. He watched the clock tick for hours…He couldn't sleep.
He was laying by your side on the bed and buried under the weight of the blankets, while you slept soundly. He was watching you, focusing on your steady breathing, while struggling to fall asleep. He was tired after a hectic day at work, and yet he couldn't sleep. He has been staring at the ceiling for hours, the frustration was starting to get to him. He huffed, kicking at his blankets.
Turning on his side, he caught a glimpse of you. How adorable you looked in your sleep…Too bad he had to wake you up…
“Y/N?” He reached out for you. “Baby?” He called out. Your brows furrowed in your sleep, and you shuffled underneath the blankets, shifting away from him as far as you could on the twin size bed.
He frowned. “Baby.” His hands squeezed your arm, “wake up.”
“Shhh.” You hushed him, swatting away at his hand, and grumbling incoherent profanities at him in your half asleep state.
He watched you struggle to rip the blanket off him, curling up into yourself, buried under the blankets. Your movements came to a halt and he shuffled closer, his thin lips close to your ear. “Baby…”
“Baby, baby…” Peter drawled. His words a hushed whisper in the dark, a hint of desperation lingering in his words. “C'mon.”
He blindly groped at your bare waist under the blanket, nuzzling in the crook of your neck to get your attention when you didn't reply. His lips brushed your neck, and he whispered, “wake up, wake up.”
You huffed in annoyance, opening one eye to glare at him, “what do you want?” Before he could respond, you sat up, and squinted at the digital clock. “IT IS FOUR IN THE MORNING.” You cried out, “what is wrong with you?”
He watched you fret, distracted by how the stream of moonlight, pouring in through the slits in between the curtains illuminated you in the dimly lit room. He exhaled, a discontent frown on his face. “I cant sleep.”
His words hung in the air. An eerie silence enveloping the space between you two. He glanced at you, waiting for a reply but instead, you sunk back into bed with a defeated sigh. “You woke me up because you couldn't sleep?”
He nodded.
“I can't believe you.” You grumbled, turning away from him. He whined, “Y/N…” But your eyes were fluttering shut under the weight of sleep. He reached for you, hand slipping under your sleep shirt, fingers curling around the hem of your shirt, and tugging at it to pull you closer.
“Baby…” He hummed, lips brushing against the column of your throat.
He propped himself up on his elbows, and angled his neck down to press kisses on your exposed skin. You were whining, and squirming under his touch. Taking it as a sign to keep going, he continued to press kisses down your clothes chest. Gently lifting up your shirt, his lips were hot on the bare skin of your belly. Tangling your fingers in his curls, you pulled him away.
“I have class in the morning, Peter…” You warned, getting agitated. Your grip loosened in his curls, fingers trailing down to pat his puffed up cheek, “you have your classes too! Go to sleep, baby…”
“I can't!” He whined, crawling up until he's eye level with your chest. He sunk his weight on top of you, snuggling into your chest, his legs tangled with yours as he held you to him. “I can't sleep.” He whispered. You cooed at him, and rubbed soothing circles on his back.
“You shouldn't have taken a nap at noon.”
“I was tired!” He protested.
“I know.” You hummed, kissing his temple, “I tried to wake you up…”
Your words hung in the air. He breathed in, waiting for you to continue but you didn't. Your hand went limp on his back. His eyes widened and he sat up, “Y/N!” He yanked you up, “don't fall asleep on me!”
You huffed, letting out a defeated sigh. You draped an arm over your forehead, sucking in a breath as your gaze drifted to him. “Go to sleep,” you frowned, absentmindedly brushing the curls out of his eyes, “I'm really, really tired.”
“I'm not.'” He mumbled. Curling his fingers around your wrist, he pinned your arm, that previously rested on your forehead to the mattress. He dragged himself over your body, trailing kisses down your throat. His hold tightened on your wrist, “tire me out, baby.”
“It's four in the fucking morning!” You cried out, and with that he was flung back. He rolled over to his side of the bed, and you turned your back to him without another word. He gasped for air, and watched you, wide eyed as you sunghked up in the warmth of the blankets instead of him. He deflated.
He waited.
He counted to hundred before he nudged your shoulder, “y/n?” He called out. He didn't want to bother you. Honest! But he couldn't sleep, he had no one but you!
You held up a hand. “I said no.”
He retracted his hand. He frowned. He didn't mean to make you mad, but he did push you a little too far. And now, he had to watch you sleep with your back turned to him. “I'm sorry.”
Peter chewed on his bottom lip, nervously fiddling with his fingers. He was not sure if you were still awake, but he wanted to get it out. He'd apologize again when you'd wake up, maybe if he made you pancakes for breakfast, you'd forgive him. “I just wanted to sleep.” :(
You hesitated, before turning over to steal a glance. Guilt weighed down on you, when your gaze landed on him. He peered down at you, looking like a poor little, kicked puppy. You rolled your eyes, pulling the blanket up, and exposing the open space next to you.
“C'mere.” You patted the spot beside you.
His eyes grew wide, a smile breaking out on his lips and he crawled over to you. “Sex?” He questioned, eyes twinkling with a glint of hope.
You waved your hand dismissively, “no.”
You crushed that hope with a simple word, but he didn't seem to be affected by it at all, too giddy over getting to sleep next to you. You gestured for him to lie down, “sleep.”
Wordlessly, he climbed in your arms. And he yawned as he laid down on the mattress beside you, head nestled against your chest, arm coiled around you, tightened grip. You smiled against his curls and twisted your arms around him.
“Good night, Peter.” You could not help but smile. He couldn't sleep, but at least, he found solace in your embrace. Holding on to him when you slept was a feeling you couldn't put a name to. You felt needed by him. He trusted you, and always, always let his guard down around you. Moments like these were a reminder, no matter how much he might annoy you, you did love him–
“Y/N?” He whispered, you kissed the nape of his neck in response, heart full with love. “You know, if you agreed to have sex, i would have been asleep long-- ”
Synopsis: May almost catches you and Peter in the act, but you get away with it. Or so you thought
Masterlist
During a long weekend when May was away, you spent every day (and night) at Peter’s apartment. In the middle of a particularly sticky encounter, you heard the sound of keys jingling. You chose to ignore it and continued to kiss Peter until you heard the front door open. You quickly pulled away from Peter and looked at the door in a panic.
“Is that May?” You whispered.
“No. She’s not coming home until tomorrow.” Peter instantly dismissed you as he trailed kisses down your neck. You continued to stare at the door as he nipped at your neck, almost positive you could hear rustling.
“Peter? I’m home early.” Mays voice rang through the apartment.
“FUCK!” You and Peter whispered in unison.
“Oh my God! She’s gone!” You whispered harshly. “Pull out! I mean - no that’s exactly what I mean. Pull out and get dressed.”
Peter quickly got off of you and climbed out of the bed. You tried to get up too but were yanked back by your wrists
“Ow.” You grumbled. “Dude. Unweb me.”
“Sorry. I forgot about that.” Peter said sheepishly as he grabbed a pair of scissors. He cut the webs holding your wrists to his headboard and helped you up. The energy in the room went from romantic to chaotic as you scrambled to find your clothes.
“Hurry up and get dressed. She could come in here any minute.” Peter whispered as he tossed you your leggings.
“I’m trying. Where did you put my panties?” You whispered back as you hastily looked through all the clothes on his floor.
“Do you have to use that word?” Peter cringed as he pulled his boxers back on.
“Is now the time?” You asked as you threw his sock at him.
“Sorry.” He mumbled and caught the sock. “I think I threw them over by my desk.”
You cracked a smile and threw his other sock at him before going over to his desk.
“Got ‘em.” You held your underwear up before stepping into them.
“Peter?” May called again. “Are you home?”
“No!” Peter screamed back. “I mean, yes! Don’t come in though. I’m…um…sunbathing.”
“That should buy us some time, right?” He whispered to you.
“Sunbathing?” You questioned him.
“It was the first thing I could think of.” He defended himself.
“Peter? Are you talking to someone?” May asked from the other side of the door.
“Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my god.” Peter panicked as he stepped in front of you. You clung to his back to cover yourself up incase May came in.
“I’m in here too May.” You called. “Also sunbathing. So don’t come in.”
“And you made fun of me.” He scoffed and turned his head.
“Shut up.” You chuckled. “And get dressed.”
“You get dressed. Or don’t. Because I’m really enjoying this view.” Peter smirked as you ran around his room to collect your clothes.
“Shut up. Put your pants on, perv.” You teased as you stepped into your jeans and jumped to pull them up.
“Shit. Where are my pants?” Peter wondered and looked around. You both ran back and forth across Peter’s room, trying to find your discarded clothing. He pulled his shirt over his head and accidentally bumped into you as you were buttoning your pants. He lifted you with one arm with ease and held you up and he looked around the room.
“Where the hell are my pants?” He asked as he spun in circles, still holding you with one arm. You were too busy enjoying being held like a small dog to help him look.
“Guys? What’s going on in there?” May asked as she knocked on the door.
“Nothing. The sun is out. That never happens in New York. Let us sunbath in peace.” Peter shouted back. He quickly went to his mirror and tried to smooth down his sex hair as you continued to look for your clothes.
“Oh my God. I smell horrible.” Peter realized as he lifted his shirt to sniff himself.
“Here.” You said as you tossed him his deodorant. He quickly used it before tossing it back to you. You rubbed it under your arms before grabbing his cologne.
“Come here, stinky.” You said as you sprayed some cologne in the air like you did with perfume. He stepped into the cloud you had made as he struggled to buckle his belt. Once he got it, he took your body spray out of your bag and tossed it to you. You sprayed yourself all over before going back to looking for your clothes.
“I can’t find my bra.” You whispered in a panic.
“Get it later.” He waved his hand. “Come help me fix my hair. You really messed it up in the back.”
“I really need my bra. My shirt is thin. I can’t leave your room without it.” You said as you sprayed some water on his hair and combed through it with your fingers. It was still sticking up in every direction so you threw a hat on him.
“Put this on. We’ll find it later.” Peter said as he pulled a hoodie on over your body. You stood there and stared at him, face hidden by the hood over your head.
“Huh? Where’s your face?” Peter wondered as he touched your face through the hood.
“You put in on backwards!” You nearly shouted.
“Sorry princess.” Peter chuckled and helped you pull your arms out of the hoodie. You twisted it around and put it on the right way as Peter tried to fix your hair.
“Okay. I think we’re good. Give me a once over though. Do we look like we’ve been doing the horizontal refreshment for the past…” Peter trailed off as he went to check his phone.
“Oh my God. It’s 5 pm? You got here at 10.” Peter said in shock as he showed you the time.
“Damn. Is that really all we did today? We were gonna go to Trader Joe’s.” You scratched your head as you tried to remember what you had done all day.
“I guess so. I didn’t even realize the sun is starting to set.” Peter noticed as he peaked out the window.
“Wait, if we’ve been having an amorous congress all day in here, your room probably smells like the inside of a rental skate.” You realized.
“Oh shit. You’re right.” Peters eyes widened. “If May comes in here, she’s gonna know we’ve been putting sour cream in the burrito all day.”
“Mine was funnier.” You mumbled to yourself.
“Peter?” May called again. “Where are you?”
“Febreeze.” Peter said quickly. “Febreeze everything. She can not know we were sending an email to the spam folder.”
“That one didn’t even make sense.” You mumbled as you grabbed a bottle of Febreeze from Peter’s bathroom. You hectically ran around his room and sprayed everything in sight to cover up the sex smell.
“Okay. Good enough. Let’s go.” Peter decided and grabbed your hand. You left his bedroom and dropped each other’s hand as you sheepishly stood before May in the kitchen.
“Oh. There you two are.” May said as she skeptically looked between you and Peter.
“Yep. Here we are.” You threw on a fake smile and eyed Peter nervously.
“And here you are. What are you doing home so early? You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.” Peter’s voice was higher than usual as he spoke through an even bigger fake smile.
“One of the speakers had to cancel so they ended the conference a day early. I thought I’d surprise you and make your favorite dinner.” May smiled as she put some grocery bags on the counter.
“Aw, May. You didn’t have to do that.” Peter said as he helped her put groceries away.
“I wanted to. You’ve been working so hard lately. I feel like you’re always in your room studying.” May said, making you and Peter exchange a look.
Studying. Aka we’re gonna do hand stuff and we don’t want you coming in.
You awkwardly cleared your throat and went to help put groceries away. You and Peter reached for a cucumber at the same time and made awkward eye contact. Peter quickly dropped the cucumber and put the bread away instead.
“Yep. Big test coming up.” Peter lied. “Y/n’s been helping me study.”
“That’s nice. So what have you guys been doing all day?” May asked. “Other than sunbathing, I mean.”
“Chess.” You said at the same time Peter said, “Watching movies.”
May frowned in confusion as you and Peter scrambled to come up with a better lie.
“We we’re playing chess with a movie in the background.” Peter lied as you nodded along.
“I didn’t know we had a chess board. Where is it?” May questioned as she folded her arms. The way you and Peter were acting was making her grow suspicious.
“It fell.” Peter said quickly. “Off the balcony. We were playing on the fire escape.”
“Yep.” You nodded along. “Great view out there. Nice day, too.”
“But I thought you were playing while watching a movie?” May cocked her head to the side, making you gulp.
“Well we’ve been playing all day.” You lied. “All over the apartment. Sometimes on the balcony, sometimes in the den.”
“Mostly in my bedroom.” Peter added with a cheeky smile. You hit him on the arm and gave him a look, making him drop his smile.
“Alright.” May was satisfied with the answer. “Well I’ll get started on dinner. Are you guys hungry?”
“Starving.” Peter nodded as he realized neither of you had eaten all day.
“Good. It’ll be ready within the hour.” May smiled at the two of you. You returned the smile before letting out a sigh of relief. Peter checked to make sure May wasn’t looking before lifting you up with one arm again and carrying you to his room.
“That was close. She almost caught us.” Peter said in a hushed tone as he shut the door behind him.
“Peter, maybe we should tell her we’re having sex. As hot as it is to sneak around, these close calls are making me really anxious.”
“We can’t tell her. She doesn’t even know we’re dating yet. If she knows we’re having sex, she’ll never let us have sleepovers again. Or let us stay in my room with the door closed. Then we’ll never be able to have sex.”
“I wouldn’t say never.” You shrugged. “I would just say not as much as we do now. Which, if you haven’t noticed, is constantly.”
“I can’t help it.” Peter whined. “Now that we’ve started having sex, I feel like I can’t get enough. I’m insatiable. And you’re to blame.”
You playfully rolled your eyes as Peter pulled you close to his body. He tilted your chin closer to his face with his pinky before connecting his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly before traveling his kisses down your neck.
“How am I supposed to live without my favorite source of happiness?” He asked as he nipped at your neck.
“Maybe you need to stop being so lethally horny all the time.” You chuckled as he came back up to your lips.
“I’ll stop as soon as you stop being so drop dead gorgeous.” He said before kissing you again.
“That flattery will get you a long way with me, Parker.” You smirked and pulled him closer by his belt loop
“So I’ve seen. I’m serious, princess. I can’t get enough of you.” Peter said as he cupped your face in his hands.
“Yeah.” You smiled. “I know the feeling.”
Peter returned the smile as an idea formed in his mind.
“Hey May? How long until dinner?” Peter called out without taking his eyes off you.
“I don’t know. Forty minutes maybe?” She shouted back.
“Forty minutes huh?” Peter smirked as he looked at you. You locked his bedroom door and got right back to it.
A couple days later, Peter was sitting at his desk doing his homework when May came in. She greeted Peter with a smile as she balanced her laundry basket on her hip.
“Hey. Do you have any laundry for me?”
“Oh, yeah. I can do it later though. It’s all over my room.”
“I’m already doing a load.” May shrugged. “I’ll just grab what I can find.”
“All right.” Peter smiled. “Thanks May.”
May returned the smile before picking some pants off Peter’s floor. She tossed random shirts and socks into her basket before making her way to his bed. She threw his pajamas in the basket before noticing something hot pink peeking out behind his bed. She frowned and leaned over his bed to get a better look.
“Hey Peter?” She asked.
“Yeah?” Peter responded without looking up from his homework.
“What’s this?” May asked, her tone going from friendly to angry. Peter turned around in his swivel chair and gulped when he saw May holding a hot pink bra.
Your hot pink bra. The very one you lost just a few days ago.
“What?” Peter laughed nervously. “That’s a bra.”
“I know it’s a bra. How did it get in your room?” May asked as she tilted her head to the side.
“What do you mean?” Peter sputtered. “Your laundry probably just got mixed in with mine again. Happens all the time.”
“How did my laundry get behind your bed?”
“I probably went to sleep with laundry still on the bed knocked it back there.” Peter lied as sweat began to form on his forehead.
“Hm.” May nodded. “You have all the answers, don’t you?”
“Yep.” Peter squeaked as he looked anywhere but at May. May smiled tightly and took a step closer to Peter.
“This isn’t mine.” She said as she dangled the bra from her pinky.
“What?” Peter forced a laugh. “Of course it is.”
“Nope. I’ve never seen it before.”
“It’s probably an just old bra that you forgot about.” Peter waved his hand in dismissal.
“Then how did it get in the laundry?” May asked. Peter gulped again as he struggled to think of another lie.
“You probably just tossed it in there one day. Who remembers all the things they put in the laundry?” Peter laughed nervously as his leg began to bounce.
“You sure have a lot of probabilities Peter.” May said as she inspected the bra. “Hm.”
“What?” Peter worried.
“This isn’t my size.” May clicked her tongue and showed Peter the band of the bra.
“Bra’s come in different sizes?” Peter genuinely wondered.
“They sure do. And this is not my size. Not even close. Which means it’s not mine.”
“You’re right.” Peter blurted. “It’s, um, it’s mine.”
“It’s yours?” May raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. My nipples are really sensitive lately so I started wearing a bra to keep them from rubbing against my shirt.” Peter sat up straighter and covered his nipples with his hands to really sell the lie.
“Have you?” May nodded along, not believing a word out of his mouth.
“Yes.” Peter lied. “And I was too embarrassed to tell you.”
“Okay. Then put it on.” May said and tossed the bra into his lap.
“What?” Peter laughed awkwardly.
“Put the bra on.” May repeated. “I’m sure you know how since it’s yours.”
“Fine.” Peter scoffed. “I will put it on.”
He picked the bra up and fumbled with the straps for a minute before hesitantly putting his arms through them.
“It’s upside down.”
“Psh. I knew that.” Peter scoffed again and took the bra off. He put his arms through it like it was a backpack and looked up at May.
“Not like that. It’s not a jacket.”
Peter gulped and took the bra off. He stared at it for a minute and tried to imagine you wearing it so he could figure out how to put it on. Finally, he put his arms through it again and knew it was right.
“There.” He smiled. “See? It’s mine.”
“Uh huh.” May folded her arms. “Buckle it.”
“What?”
“Buckle the clasp.” May shrugged. Peter looked down at the bra and began to panic. He reached behind himself and fumbled with the clasp, unable to get his hands on each band. It took him a minute, but he finally managed to catch them both. When he tried to clasp them together, he ran into a new problem.
“What’s the matter?” May asked innocently.
“I can’t reach.” Peter said sheepishly.
“Hm.” May played dumb. “Does it not fit?”
Peter tugged as hard as he could to get the clasps together, but he could not. His shoulders were much broader than yours, so he couldn’t get the bra all the way around his body.
“No.” Peter mumbled. “It doesn’t fit.”
“Then it’s not your bra, is it?”
“No.” Peter hesitantly admitted.
“That’s what I thought.” May sighed. “Who’s is this? Have you been sneaking girls in here?”
“No. I have never snuck a girl in here.” Peter answered honestly. May had seen you walk through the door every single time.
“Then how did this get in here?” May asked angrily as she took the bra back.
“Fine. It’s Y/n’s.” Peter admitted. “The bra belongs to her.”
“Is that your third and final answer?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” May nodded. “And why was her bra in your bedroom?”
“She comes over a lot. She probably just left it here on accident.” Peter shrugged and tried to go back to his homework so May wouldn’t see how much he was sweating.
“Why was it off?”
“Pardon?” Peter sputtered.
“Her bra.” May said sternly. “Why was it not on her body?”
“Well she got hot and took it off.” Peter laughed through his lie.
“She got hot and took her bra off?” May asked, sounding like she didn’t believe a word he said.
“Yeah. And then she cooled down. With…with her bra off.” Peter trailed off, knowing how unbelievable he was sounding.
“Are you lying?“ May asked, clearly unamused.
“No.” Peter said as a bead of sweat rolled down his face.
“Then why are you sweating?”
“It’s hot in my room.” Peter said weakly. “That’s why Y/n had to take her bra off.”
“Uh huh.” May nodded. “And if I asked Y/n about the bra, would she give me this same story?”
“I don’t know. You know how bad her memory is.” Peter lied as he tapped the side of his head.
“I think she’d remember something like that.”
“I don’t think she would.” Peter said out of the corner of his mouth.
“Oh really? Let’s check.” May smiled and turned to leave the room.
“Where are you going?“ Peter worried as he ran after May.
“To see Y/n.” She said simply.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Peter laughed nervously. “She’s probably really busy with homework. We shouldn’t bother her.”
“You know, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Y/n lately. A lot of time with your door closed.” May said as she pulled her jacket on.
“We just really like to study together.” Peter lied. “She’s probably studying right now, in fact. Let’s leave her be.”
Before May could respond, Peter’s phone started to ring. He checked it and sure enough, it was you. Peter gulped and put his phone back in his pocket.
“Is that her?” May asked with a hand on her hip.
“Nope. It’s probably just spam.” Peter shrugged and tried to silence his phone through his pocket.
“Then answer it.” May shrugged.
“But I’m talking to you. That would be rude.” Peter said like it was obvious.
“Answer the phone, Peter.” May said sternly. “Or you lose it for a week.”
“Um….” Peter gulped and took his phone out of his pocket. There were so many things he wished he could’ve prepared you for before he answered.
“Fine. I’ll answer it.” May said and took the phone from him. She pressed the speakerphone and held the phone out between her and Peter.
“Babe where are you?” You asked through the phone. “You were supposed to meet me like ten minutes ago for a dick appointment. I’m so revved up right now dude it’s not even funny. I’m gonna suck your dick like I’m mad at it.”
Peter turned sheet white and looked at May with wide eyes. She was unfazed as he held the phone closer to her mouth.
“Hi Y/n. It’s May.” May replied in a cheery tone. You immediately went silent on the other line and Peter let out a gulp. He nervously chewed his bottom lip as he waited for you to respond.
“Sorry wrong number.” You said quickly after a long pause.
“Don’t hang up, missy.” May ordered. “Or I’ll come over there.”
“May, please.” Peter whined. “Just let me talk to her.”
“Y/n, would you come over please? I think we all need to have a chat.” May kept her sweet tone as she stared daggers at Peter.
“Do I have to?” You said weakly.
“Yes.” May replied. “You do.”
“Okay.” You whined. “I’ll be right there.”
You hung up and May handed the phone back to Peter. She didn’t say a single word, which was even scarier to Peter than if she yelled. A few minutes later, you knocked on their door before letting yourself in.
“Hi.” You smiled weakly and went yo stand next to Peter. You kept your smile as you gave him wide, angry eyes, trying to silently ask what was going on.
“Hi Y/n. Is there anything you guys want to tell me?” May asked through a wide smile. You and Peter exchanged a look before shaking your heads.
“Really? There’s nothing I should know about? Nothing to two have been doing that you want to share with me?” May folded her arms and looked at the two of you expectantly.
“Nope.” Peter replied and shook his head.
“I was just joking on the phone about the dick appointment.” You forced a laugh. “That’s just what Peter and I call our study sessions.”
“Oh really? Why do you call it that?” May asked you.
“Because we strap on our thinking caps and-“
“It’s just an inside joke.” You cut Peter off. “You know how we are. Always joking.”
“Right.” May nodded. “Pretty hot for a turtleneck, isn’t it Y/n?”
“I disagree. I feel pretty tepid.” You gulped and tugged at the turtleneck you were wearing to cover up the many love bites Peter had left.
“It’s very tepid.” Peter agreed. “Perfect turtleneck weather.”
“Uh huh. So, Y/n. The funniest thing happened. I was in Peter’s room and I found this.” May smiled again as she pulled your hot pink bra out from behind her back.
“Oh shit.” Your heart stopped when you saw the bra dangling from her finger.
“You wouldn’t happen to know how this got into Peter’s room, would you?” She scrunched her nose as she asked you.
“Because I left it there. On accident.” You said simply. “I got changed in his room because he was gonna drive me to this fancy dinner with my parents. I had to change into a strapless bra because I was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress. I must’ve left the bra I wore to school that day in his room.”
“Shit.” Peter whispered when he heard your story.
“What?” You whispered to him. “That was a great lie for on the spot.”
“Wow.” May dragged out the word. “That’s pretty different from the story Peter told me.”
“Shit.” You shut your eyes and realized why Peter reacted like that.
“Cut the bullshit. Are you two having sex?” May dropped the bra and pointed between the two of you.
“What? Sex?” Peter laughed nervously. “I don’t even know what that is. Do you know what that is?”
“Is that like that thing when you are in a strangers way so you step to the side but they also step to the side so you go the other way but they also go the other way and it gets awkward?” You played along.
“Oh yeah.” Peter nodded. “I’ve done that. For sure.”
“Don’t lie to me.” May sighed. “Are you two having sex?”
You and Peter looked at each other for a long time to try to figure out your next move. You narrowed your eyes at him and nodded a little, getting the feeling you were on the same page.
“Define sex.” Peter said as he turned back to May.
“Yeah.” You nodded along. “I was just about to say.”
“Like what do you mean by that?” Peter continued. “What is sex in this-“
“-in this specific context, yeah.” You finished his sentence for him. “I’m also confused.”
“Oh my God.” May face palmed.
“I just feel like your definition of sex might be totally different from our definition of sex.” Peter gestured to May before gesturing to himself and you.
“Right.” You agreed. “And we don’t want to get confused.”
“Peter Benjamin Parker.” May snapped. “Do not lie to me.”
Peter looked at you again and you gave him a defeated smile. You both knew it was time to come clean.
“Yeswe’rehavingsex.” Peter said in one breath.
“What was that?” May cupped her hand around her ear.
“Yes we’re having sex. God May. This is so embarrassing.” Peter whined and stamped his feet like a toddler.
“Good. This is what you get for not telling me sooner. How long has this been going on? I didn’t even know you guys were together.”
“It’s new.” You told her. “It hasn’t been going on that long.”
“Are you using contraceptives?” She asked.
“What are contraceptives?” Peter wondered.
“It’s when you say something that’s inconsistent with something you already said.” You explained to him.
“No. That’s a contradiction.” May sighed. “Are you using condoms?”
“Sometimes.” Peter shrugged.
“Sometimes? What do you mean sometimes?”
“Well sometimes our hands are sweaty and we can’t open it so we just don’t.” You explained.
“Are you kidding me?” May raised her voice. “You just don’t? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?”
“Relax May.” Peter snorted. “I have super human reflexes.“
“Oh, do you?” May asked as she grabbed a banana off the kitchen counter. She threw it at Peter and it hit him in the face.
“What the hell? Warn me first.” Peter mumbled as he rubbed his face.
“I cannot believe how irresponsible you two are. Are you on the pill?” She asked you.
“Which pill?” You frowned.
“She took an Advil this morning for her headache.” Peter replied.
“He’s right. I did.” You pointed to Peter and nodded.
“Oh my God.” May rubbed her face with her hands. “Okay, you need to start taking birth control. Immediately. Does your mom know about this?“
“Ohhh. That pill? I’ve been on that since I was 16 for my acne.” You laughed at the misunderstanding.
“Okay. Thank God.” May sighed and picked up her purse.
“Where are you going?” Peter wondered.
“To the drug store. I’m getting you condoms. And you are going to use them every single time, do you hear me?” She said sternly as she pointed to the two of you.
“May, wait.” Peter reached out and gently took her arm. She looked at him with softened eyes, expecting him to apologize.
“Can you please pick up some Febreeze?” Peter asked instead.
“Oh yeah.” You chuckled. “Peter’s room smells like wide open ass.”
May and Peter looked at you for a long time, one looking more unamused that the other. You sheepishly looked down at the ground and picked at your chipping nail polish to look busy.
“I see now that my contribution was not helpful and for that I apologize.” You mumbled.
“I’ll be back soon.” May to you before leaving the apartment. You and Peter let out a breath that you’d been holding ever since you first started to keep this secret. He pulled you into a hug and swayed with you for a little while before pulling away.
“Damn.” He sighed. “She was really upset.”
“I know.” You frowned. “We should’ve told her sooner. I hate that she found out like this.”
“Me too. It didn’t feel like we were lying to her at the time but now I feel so guilty.”
“So do I.” You sighed and chewed your bottom lip. You and Peter fell into a silence as you thought about what you had done.
“Do you want to have sex?“ Peter asked after a beat of silence.
“Peter.” You groaned. “We just got yelled at.”
“You’re right.” He agreed. “Hand stuff?”
You glared are him for a moment for asking that befits shrugging a little.
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