peter parker x fem!reader
summary: peter parker starts an internship at oscorp, matched into a robotics team led by you — you, who has peter believing in love at first sight. and despite every instinct in his body, peter can't help but fall further and more helplessly in love with you... even if you happen to have a boyfriend.
cw: discussions around the concept of cheating, an insane amount of pining, mentions of m!masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v), oral (f!receiving), no seriously like a lot of munch!peter, fingering, praise kink, squirting
an: this is for anyone who would rather read my series as one long fic! thank you for all the love on this, i had so much fun writing it
on peter parker's first day at his junior year internship for oscorp, he knew his life would change forever — he was just wrong about how.
he'd dreamed of this opportunity since high school, being able to work in an actual lab and have access to world-class equipment and the one-of-a-kind minds that came with it.
the one-of-a-kind mind that came with it.
peter met you thirty minutes into the onboarding presentation, and he suddenly didn't understand how he'd gone twenty-one years without you in his life. from the first time he was graced with your contagious smile, he was determined to have it as a guiding light through the rest of his days.
he'd never admit it, but that was the day peter started to believe in love at first sight.
you were leading the group on a tour through the facility, going over the expectations and rules, covering everything the internship would entail. he might have imagined it, wished a bit to hard for it, but he swore your eyes caught his more than anyone else's in the group. his jaw ached from the hour-long straight smile he couldn't seem to knock as your melodic voice blessed his ears. fire safety had never sounded so sweet.
an hour and a half in, you broke the large bunch off into their designated teams for the semester, and peter felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest as he saw you approaching his group.
"hey guys! i know you just heard me drone on for a lifetime, but i wanted to reintroduce myself. i'm (y/f/n) (y/l/n), but please, just call me (y/n). i'll be leading you guys as we work on the robotics portion of the project. i look forward to getting to know everyone on my team." you greeted everyone with your heart-stopping smile once again.
my team. not only was peter lucky enough to be graced with your presence on day one, but he'd get to see you five days a week. he was pretty sure this made up for every horrible thing that'd ever happened to him.
"let's take a quick break before starting, yeah? i need a snack before your first impression of me is while hangry." everyone gave a polite laugh, breaking off in separate directions.
you immediately turned to peter, walking his way. "hey,"
okay, he was definitely sure this made up for everything that'd happened to him.
"you're peter parker, right?"
maybe everything that ever will happen to him, too.
"yeah! yeah, that's me. how'd you know?" he gave you a shy smile, trying to not get too lost in your eyes. they were vibrant and speckled, something he was close enough to know now.
your returned smile was filled with much more confidence than his. "i remember your application. you're pretty impressive, parker."
peter was a blushing mess in seconds at your compliment. "oh yeah?"
"oh yeah. i had to make sure you were on my team as soon as i reviewed it." the smirk on your lips was unmistakable.
there was only a nervous laugh in response, a hand scratching at the back of his neck as peter's gaze dipped to the floor. he hoped it passed as humility, rather than giving away just how flustered he was.
"i'm headed to the cafeteria to grab a smoothie quick, wanna grab a bite with me?"
peter's eyes shot back up to meet yours, wide and pupils blown. there's no way you were talking to him right now, no way you remembered him from his impressive application, and no way you'd invited him to hang out (albeit for ten minutes) within two hours of meeting.
your confidence faded a bit as you read into peter's hesitance. "it's totally cool if not! if you'd rather settle in, get to know the lab—"
"no!" peter interjected far too loudly. "sorry, i-i mean, no! i'd love to join. how's the food here?"
your lips curled into a smirk, and once again, peter was in a puddle at your feet.
"not nearly as good as it could be for a multi-billion dollar company."
it may have only been ten minutes, but peter memorized everything he could about you in those ten minutes.
you liked starwberries, he noted from your smoothie choice, and you'd been at oscorp for a little over a year now. you'd started in his spot your sophomore year, an impressive feat to genius peter parker. that was the first thing he learned about you: just how wickedly smart you were. it wasn't often he felt like he'd met his match, someone he was excited to bounce his ideas off of, and it being you made him far more into this internship than he'd previously been.
but honestly, he'd be lying calling it the first. the first thing he learned from his ten minutes walking at your side was how incredibly gorgeous you were. not that it mattered; your intellect and ability to command a room already had him entranced, but holy shit. he didn't know someone could make a lab coat look so irresistible.
everything about you had peter smitten, damn near having to catch drool from his lips. the way your hair framed your face and bounced as you walked, the way your perfume danced inside his nose and filled him with memories yet to come. your downright essence was beautiful, and peter was starting to understand the sheer power aphrodite had over others.
he didn't get much time with you the rest of the evening as you led the introduction to the team, outlining the robotics project for the semester, but being in your presence was enough.
and as he packed his bag to leave and you slipped him your number 'for research purposes', he was already counting the minutes down till 4pm tomorrow.
your smile tormented his dreams the entire night.
actually, your smile tormented him the rest of the week, and he presumed it would for the next few months. truthfully, he hoped it would forever.
peter didn't get to talk to you much as your project started, but he savored the exchanged smirks and glances that came his way. he tried not to work himself up, begging his mind to not read into things too early. but every time he looked up from his paper to catch you already meeting his gaze, every time you came out of your way to say hi to him and check in on his work, peter felt himself getting further and further lost in you.
he started to come up with any excuse he could think of to talk to you, to earn a smile from you that could cure any ailment he had that day.
peter began to surprise you with a smoothie before each shift, strawberry tart, just like the first time. not only was it a reason to be in early, to talk to you until the last second before getting to work, but it freed up your breaks. the breaks you gave more often than any of the other team leads, he'd learned, your care for your team shining through in the way you taught and in the ways you didn't.
that was the next thing peter learned about you: your altruistic sense of others. you put everyone around you first, caring for people you'd known for less than two weeks as though you'd been best friends for years. couldn't make a shift because of work? you understood, new york was an expensive place to live. make a mistake on a task? no worries, you'd help error-correct and walk them through hands-on the right way to carry it out. everything you did was laced in honey, a sweetness oozing from you that nearly made peter sick to his stomach.
peter's infatuation with you was on an exponential course, and the closer you grew, the more he couldn't help but fall for you. and the more times he caught your lingering glances, the way you started to return his smoothie favors with his favorite coffee order he'd mentioned in passing, the more his confidence in his affection grew.
it was 9pm on a tuesday night in the third week of peter's internship as the robotics team filtered out of the lab around him for the evening. they'd been wrapping up a busy and overwhelming shift as you prepared a prototype that would be reviewed by norman osborne himself. peter packed slowly as he always did, hoping to be last out and catch even a few more minutes with you.
he approached your desk at the front of the room, both hands tugging at his backpack straps as he closed in. you looked up from your work, a tired smile hanging from your lips.
"hey parker, good work today. as always," you added quickly. a blush crept to peter's cheeks just as fast.
"yeah, you too. are you almost done? i'm happy to walk you out."
you let out a frustrated groan, red eyes drifting back to your computer screen. "no, honestly. amadeus hasn't been in at all this week, so i'm trying to cover his portion before we turn everything in."
before you could even think to protest, peter had his backpack off and a chair pulled up to your desk. "here, let me help."
"peter, it's okay. it's already really late, and i know you have an early lecture in the morning. i can't ask that of you."
you remembering his class schedule had him dizzy, but he shook it off and gave you a soft smirk. "good thing you didn't ask, then."
that night set a different tone for peter. it was the first time he'd spent more than fifteen minutes alone with you, and despite being there to do someone else's work, he relished every single second of it.
he was nervous at first, his chair pulled so close he could feel your knee brush against his every now and then, your hands touching as you reached for the same tool. despite his anxiety, as the hours passed (unbeknownst to either of you), peter felt nothing but relaxed in your presence. he grew to know you more, the you that wasn't presenting to a room full of people, and he didn't know it was possible to fall even more in love than he already was. everything about you was so genuine, and when he talked to you, it felt like he'd known you for years.
it was nearly midnight as you put the finishing touches to the project, shoulders slumping in relief as you let out a breathy laugh.
"holy shit, i can't believe we did it."
peter smiled at you, leaning back in his chair to stretch out. "told you it wouldn't be that bad, (y/l/n). teamwork makes the dream work, right?"
you met his gaze with grateful eyes. "peter, i owe you my life. or at bare minimum the last three hours of your life back. you really didn't have to stay, i can't tell you how much it meant to me that you did."
he sat up, leaning towards you slightly. "nah, don't worry about it. anything to be teacher's pet," he nudged your elbow, earning a laugh that sent an ache through his chest.
"trust me, i'll do anything for you. i'll write you a reference so profound it'll be damn near biblical text."
it was peter's turn to laugh, standing to gather his belongings and pack his bag for the second time that evening. "come on, now i really gotta walk you out of here. i don't trust you alone in a parking garage at nine, let alone goddamn midnight."
you followed suit and grabbed your stuff, logging off of your desktop with a groan. "god midnight, i'm so sorry. you have to be at an analytical chemistry lecture in six hours. i did not deserve your help tonight."
he responded with a scoff. "come on, like i was gonna go to that anyway."
peter held the door for you as the two of you made your way through the empty and dark oscorp tower, tired conversations illuminated only by the faint red glow of the security lights. as you finally made your way into the parking garage and approached your car, you turned to peter with a smile that had him awake again instantly.
"thank you again. i really couldn't have done it without you."
"trust me, i'll do anything for you." he echoed your words from earlier, and had he blinked, peter would've missed the blush on your cheeks.
you unlocked your car to set your bags in the backseat, shutting the door to face him once more.
"well regardless, thank you. not many people would," you reached out while talking to grab his arm and give it a soft squeeze, so quick he almost didn't catch it. he did, though, and his entire body went up in flames at your touch.
"i'll catch you tomorrow, okay?" you gave a soft chuckle as you reached for your door handle. "that's if my boyfriend doesn't kill me for getting home this late. sleep well, pete."
you got into your car, and peter waved you off as though his entire world wasn't crumbling down around him.
holy shit. did she just say boyfriend?
peter didn't get a lick of sleep that night.
he racked his brain for any possible sign he could've missed, any possible indication that you were in a relationship. but he couldn't come up with anything. you hadn't mentioned him before this, and peter was beating himself up for falling this hard for someone he'd known for barely a month.
he replayed all of his memories with you, every time he thought you were flirting or going out of your way to think of him. he felt defeated, and though it wasn't like he was actively trying to pursue you, knowing the avenue was closed and he'd gotten this attached was crushing. god he was embarrassing. how was he supposed to look at you without it tearing him to shreds?
but something hurt worse than the thought of not having you in that way: not having you at all.
whether he meant for it to or not, your presence had become a healing force in his life, your smile a beacon he turned to after a hard day, shitty patrol, anything. facing you was the last thing he wanted, but the one thing he needed.
so he pretended like nothing was wrong — because nothing was. his feelings were unrequited, and that was absolutely fine! you hadn't done anything to wrong him, unknowing you'd even hurt him. so why did he still have to pretend?
peter was in love with you, and he had to push it down. keep things civil, keep things above the belt. and it wasn't hard — he wanted to. he loved spending time with you. so as the weeks passed, he did.
peter kept bringing you smoothies, walking you to your car each night. he even asked about your boyfriend, occasionally, though any story you mentioned physically hurt his chest. and you kept being you. unabashedly considerate of him and an ever-present source of light.
it grew even more tumultuous in peter's brain each time you brought up your boyfriend, more specifically, what you talked about. sometimes they were nice stories, a date you'd gone on recently, or the explanation of an inside joke you couldn't get out of your head. but as time passed, it grew bittersweet. you told stories of fights you'd had, asking peter's opinion. times you thought you'd deserved better, how you wished you weren't scolded for being so passionate about your work. he tried to stay neutral about it, tried to respond how any other friend would.
but he wasn't any other friend, and he was definitely biased. peter didn't understand how anyone could treat you less than a princess, less than the angel on earth you were. how they didn't see all the hard work and late nights you'd put into literally inventing something and building it by hand. but he played it cool, staying inconspicuously on your side and keeping you happy. because that's all he ever wanted to do: make you happy.
he needed to stop, to slow down his time with you; he knew that. but you were gravitational, and peter couldn't help it. he knew the consequences of getting to know you more, of spending more time with you, but the benefits outweighed every. single. time. he started staying late to help you more often, spending more time shamelessly up front with you while working on the project as people broke off into their own groups. you were only a year older than him, but something about the whole "teacher's pet" of it all made it... exciting, to say the least.
that was another thing peter had noticed as time passed: not being able to like you made him incredibly turned on by you.
he felt entirely guilty about it, fantasizing about his coworker, let alone his team lead, who actively vouched for his application. he felt guilty as he watched you lean over others' desks during lab, shifting his stool closer to his own to cover his growing problem as he stared at you. he felt guilty each time you laughed and leaned a little too close to him, the scent of your perfuming driving him crazy and flooding his mind with downright sinful images of the two of you. he felt guily for how hungry he was for you.
peter felt guilty as he lay on his bed each night, hand down his boxers as he palmed himself to the thought of you. how he pictured you on top of him, your hands all over his chest as you rode him so perfectly, your name a prayer on his lips. he felt guilty as he moaned your name, an echo around his bedroom as he came undone night after night.
peter was absolutely fucked.
everything was fine and managable until a friday night, seven weeks into the program. peter had stayed late to help wrap everything up again before a deadline, the clock showing a wide-awake eleven pm as your voice flooded through the room.
"i'm serious! my tongue was bleeding. how do you mess up a kiss that badly?"
peter nearly doubled over, holding his side stitch as he harmoized with your laugh. "that's fucking insane."
"i know right?" you wiped away a tear, a sigh falling from your lips as you leaned back in your chair. "what about you peter? truth or dare?"
he thought about it for a second and then gave a shrug, "truth."
you pondered with an exaggerated thinking face. then a smirk. "what about you? tell me something wacky about your sex life."
peter felt all the blood rush from his face. "w-what?"
"come on, parker. i think you're hiding a lot from me. tell me something crazy you've done. and don't skimp on me here."
he sat for a moment, knee bouncing as he fought through the wave of his own thoughts. you bringing up sex in general was one thing, but flat out asking him about it was another. he had no idea how to look you in the eye while talking to you, or how to do it without getting painfully hard. your patient doe eyes were so not helping him.
"uhh... i-i guess..." peter nervously looked back at you, darting between your gaze and your lips. fuck, why did he do that?
"i don't know. my freshman year of college, the girl i was dating was... a little too into cats. i won't get too into it, but let's just say when i say i'll try anything once, unfortunately, i have a history of meaning it."
peter stared into your wide eyes and cursed himself, cringing and regretful that he'd taken it too far. but then he heard your laugh, the way you hiccupped when you couldn't break any longer, and everything felt safe again. you made everything feel safe, even as he said the most embarrassing thing he could have. fuck, he was so screwed.
"honestly, peter? that's kind of endearing. most men complain about eating you out, let alone going as far as indulging in your kinks."
peter's mouth went dry. "m- wait, what?"
you said it again, as though it were common sense. "i haven't been with a single man that didn't at bare minimum throw a fit about going down on me, some even flat out said no. called it disgusting. as if i can't tell they haven't showered in far too long while i'm down there."
he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "i'm sorry, you're saying men don't want to go down on you? but your boyfriend obvi—"
you gave a pained laugh. "you'd think, right? tried it once and told me he thought it was gross. happy birthday to me."
peter didn't know if the ringing in his ears was from how hard he was at the thought of eating you out, or from the sheer rage that was coursing through his veins. "i'm sorry to overstep, but that's bullshit."
you laughed at him, nodding in agreement. "yeah, you're telling me. don't get me started, that is not a fight i want to relive."
peter gave you a frown before you continued, "speaking of, it's getting pretty late. gonna hear a mouth-full when i get home, sheesh. thank you, again. for staying, i mean. you're always so helpful, peter."
he gave you an unconvinced look, speaking up before he could stop himself. "why do you keep saying that? that he's going to yell at you for being out late. i mean, he knows your working, right? we're working on some pretty cool shit here, i guess i thought he'd be proud."
there was a look on your face peter hadn't seen before. it was solemn, one he couldn't quite decipher. you matched it with a soft chuckle. "you can't say things like that, peter. make me think that i deserve better."
you gave him a faint smile. "come on, walk me out, will you? i have more questions — i need to live vicariously through you on this whole 'going down on a woman' topic."
holy shit, peter was so irrevocably, unimaginably fucked.
peter spent the rest of his night imagining what it would be like to taste you. to feel you under his tongue, writhing around for him. he couldn't imagine anyone denying you such a pleasure; it was a disservice to you, honestly. to themselves. because if there was anything peter would bet on, it would be that you tasted as sweet as your honey-laced personality.
after a grueling two months under your spell, peter had to outsource some opinions on the situation, and whether or not he should quit the program and remove himself from you entirely. he reached out to mj first, not expecting her response.
"peter, i think you should be a homewrecker."
"w-what?! that is not what i was getting at!"
"i know, i'm getting there for you. i say, this relationship sucks and you should make a move and win her over."
"mj, this isn't twilight, i can't just start a fucking love triangle in my oscorp internship. i wanted to know if i should quit or not."
"oh? yeah, i don't care about that. quit, don't quit, whatever. but you should definitely be a homewrecker."
"mj, i-i can't... i can't do that."
"can't you, though? don't you want to? just a little?"
she had him there. it wasn't like peter hadn't thought about it, completely blowing past all boundaries and making a move on you. but he wasn't crazy, and he wasn't an asshole. he wasn't going to be like all the shitty men you'd brought up.
but damn if he didn't want to.
no, peter parker was not a homewrecker.
fuck, he needed some more opinions.
peter's conversation with mj hadn't gone as well as he wanted it to.
"peter, i think you should be a homewrecker."
that wasn't the reason he called, and it definitely wasn't a notion he was trying to entertain. after two months of torturing himself in your presence, peter thought it might be best to drop the internship. he didn't need it to graduate; it was more of a hobby for him. truthfully, he hoped he'd be able to sneak away unnoticed every day, able to work on his own inventions and mass-produce some web fluid.
but then you happened, and his entire life flipped upside down. you'd consumed his every waking and unwaking thought, and being around you was becoming unbearable. he didn't want to leave you, to never get the chance to see you again. actually, that was the last thing he wanted, but it seemed to be his only option.
peter, i think you should be a homewrecker.
no! what?! why was he even thinking about it this much? he was better than that; he knew better than that. but every day he saw you, every time he thought about seeing you... he kind of didn't want to be better than that.
fuck, he needed to call ned.
"yeah, that's really tough, buddy. i don't think you should quit, i mean, this seems like a really good opportunity for you!"
peter sighed at ned's response, aimlessly nodding against the phone.
"on the other hand, i would've dropped off the face of the earth two weeks in. i think you're kind of screwed either way, dude."
"right?" his voice was laced with frustration. "fuck, i don't know what to do..." peter trailed off, hesitant to ask his next question.
"uh... mj, she... she made a stupid joke, told me i should be... a homewrecker. that's completely stupid, right?"
the silence on the other line was deafening.
"holy shit ned, say something. anything, please."
"sorry, sorry! i'm thinking."
"so heavily? is it not completely stupid??"
ned made gave a thoughtful hum into the receiver. "i don't know. her boyfriend sounds really shitty from what i've gathered."
"that does not justify me being a homewrecker."
"it doesn't not justify it. you're always such a goodie two-shoes, dude. maybe it could be fun to do something stupid."
maybe it could be fun to do something stupid.
"ned! you were supposed to be the voice of reason!"
"maybe i am being the voice of reason."
peter gave a frustrated groan, even more lost than he was five minutes ago. "fuck you guys, i'm calling nico."
he didn't even bother with his initial question this time around. as soon as nico picked up, he immediately answered with the question he really wanted to ask: should i be a homewrecker?
"parker, what the fuck? is this about (y/n)?"
needless to say, nico was not as supportive as the other two. she was against it immediately, going on a long rant about infidelity and it's correlation to the women's rights movement. he tried to listen, he really did, but he couldn't stop his mind from all the racing thoughts, all the possibilities with the new option he'd been presented with.
"peter, are you even listening?"
"y-yeah, sorry nico. i mean, honestly, i'm sorry, women. i-i just... i don't know what to do. i can't stand being around her much longer, it just... hurts."
peter heard her soft sigh on the other end, matching his own. "i know, i get it. but that's not how you want a relationship to start."
she was right, and he knew it. that isn't how he wanted things to play out with you. you deserved better. that was peter's entire point in all of this: that you deserve better.
but he could give you better. everything he did would be better than the jerk you were dating. and the more peter thought about it, the more he started to rework his thoughts. entirely accidentally. yeah, ambushing you with his feelings was not what you deserved. but the passion of it? the raw, unfiltered emotion? that's what you deserved. to know just how wanted you are.
peter gave it a few days, doing his best to distance himself from you and take a step back. he felt good, at first, as the project was rapidly approaching a major checkpoint, and he was able to dive in fully on his work. but his resolve faded by the end of the second day as you approached him after the shift was up, bag in hand and confidence-melting smile on your lips.
"hey, pete. i missed you yesterday, you ran out pretty quick. everything okay?"
fuck, did she have to be so nice and caring about his wellbeing?
he willed his eyes to stay focused on the bag he was packing, knowing he'd lose it the second he met your gaze. "uh, yeah. fine. just had to get home."
peter hated how short he was being with you. he could see it on your face as he flickered his gaze up, features contorted into confusion and a glimmer of hurt flashing across your face at his half-assed response. what the fuck was he doing, anyway? this definitely isn't what you deserved, to be brushed off when you did nothing wrong.
he looked up to reach your eyes, to actually hold eye contact this time, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "i'm sorry. i just had something to deal with, that's all. i'm okay, thank you for checking in."
peter saw your shoulder visibly relax, and a smirk return to your lips once again. oh, fuck.
"good, i'm glad. i've gotten quite used to my nightly escorts, you know." you tossed him a wink.
fuck. he's so fucking fucked.
"do you have the time to walk me out tonight?"
fuck it. he had to do something. he had to say something, to tell you how he felt, and it was either going to be really awesome and the best thing that'd ever happened to him, or he was going to have to drop the internship and move cities. peter weighed the two outcomes heavily, chewing at the inside of his cheek.
fuck, you can't call him that when he's trying to be good.
you reached forward, your fingers gently grazing his jaw in hopes of catching his attention, drawing his wandering gaze back to you. peter took a sharp inhale, his body rigid with restraint. his mind played tricks on him as he watched your eyes ghost over his lips, a shy smirk dancing on your own.
he tried to form the words, he really did. but there was only one thought on his mind.
fuck it. they have crime in the bronx, too. right?
peter grabbed the collar of your lab coat with possibly too much aggression, pulling you stumbling into him as he locked his lips on yours. he held his breath as he kissed you, though the action itself was nothing shy of breathtaking. he kissed you with such fervor, taking his (likely) only chance at this opportunity and not wasting a moment of it.
peter moaned against your lips the second he felt you kiss back.
the kiss was hungry, two months of pent-up emotion he'd fought to suppress bubbling over the surface and into you. he tangled his hands in your hair, his knees buckling at the soft sounds escaping your throat as he pulled you further into him, wanting to be as close to you as physically possible.
after he'd lost all the air from his lungs, peter reluctantly pulled back, panting and eyes blown wide. he stared at you, taking in your disheveled state as he noticed how pink and plump your lips had grown from the kiss, your entire face flushed as you fought for your own air.
peter took a step back, trying to catch any semblance of humility he had left.
"(y/n), i know i probably just fucked so much up. i know that, and i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, and i'll leave you alone from now on. i promise. i know you're in a relationship, and i've only known you for a few months, and i know i'm being insane, and now i'm rambling," peter gave a nervous chuckle, his hand scratching at the back of his neck as his gaze hit the ground.
"i'm not going to go on a rant about how you should pick me instead, about how much better i would be for you. but when you're mad at me for this — and rightfully so,
"don't forget that you kissed me back."
peter grabbed his bag quickly, giving you an awkward wave goodbye as he nearly sprinted out of the room, leaving you alone and utterly dumbfounded.
peter didn't break his sprint until his feet hit the steps of his apartment building.
he ran inside, slamming his door shut behind him and dropping his backpack to the ground. peter's back hit the couch with a heavy thud, his arms splayed out to the sides.
he wanted to be upset with himself, he really did. and he should be. he shouldn't have put you in that position; it was unfair to you. he tried to ridicule himself, to feel any ounce of shame for his actions.
but all peter could think about was the lingering feeling of your lips on his.
his fingers traced where they once laid, a tingling sensation still heavy on his lips since he'd left oscorp over fifteen minutes ago. all peter could think about was how you tasted — your sharp, minty breath against his. he thought about your perfume, how good you smelled that close to him. everything about the kiss was intoxicating, and now he knew he definitely needed to quit the internship, because there was no way in hell he could see you without experiencing that kind of temptation again.
god, he should've listened to nico. sorry, women.
a sharp, rapid knock on his apartment door jolted him out of his thoughts, and peter shot up instantly.
either you were about to bitch slap him, or your boyfriend was. and either way, he deserved it.
he made his way to the door, steps heavy as he dragged his feet underneath him, not ready to face the consequences of his actions. really, peter didn't need to open the door. he could stay in here and hide forever, block your number, and move cities. yeah, that could be good. maybe if he just moved slow enough, he could make it back to the couch without—
"peter?" your voice called through the wooden door.
peter let out a pained sigh, shaky hand making its way to the door handle despite everything in his body screaming to run the other direction. he pushed it down, opening the door and ready to be told off, ready to face the consequences of his actions.
there you stood, cheeks flushed from the cool new york night, and slightly damp from the drizzle outside. you stared back at him with those big doe eyes that he could no longer meet without a pang of guilt in his chest.
peter gave you a crooked smile, the normal sparkle in his eyes now clouded with anxiety, "hey."
the two of you stood in silence as your hearts each raced, still in the doorway as peter stared at you, anticipating your wrath.
"sorry, do you want to come in? y-you seem a bit wet, can i get you a new shirt?" he asked quietly, stepping to the side to let you into his apartment.
because that was peter. even though he knew you were here to cuss him out, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable first.
you turned to face him, and there was something about your expression he couldn't quite read. between that and your unexpected silence, peter was driving himself crazy.
"please, you have to say someth—"
"i broke up with him." you let out in a rushed exhale at the same time. your chest was heaving, the confession alone making you out of breath. peter flooded with a mixture of emotions, ranging from confusion, to pure guilt, to a glimmer of hope. he stared back at you, wide-eyed.
you nodded. "two weeks ago."
"oh," peter blinked, eyebrows tight in confusion.
"you told me i deserved better," your eyes flickered down to his lips, just for a moment. "you were right." the words were hushed and shaky, like you still didn't quite believe yourself.
"oh," peter whispered back.
you nodded at him, taking a step towards peter and watching as warmth spread throughout his face. he cleared his throat and stood a little taller as you met toe to toe with him, his eyes heavy on your own.
"i did," you began softly, your voice dripping in honey as always. peter was already beginning to lose himself in your presence again. "kiss you back, i mean."
the unspoken staring contest was adding to the pulling tension in the room, a weight peter could feel growing on his chest.
"yeah," was all he could muster in response, dizzy at the thought of your sweet lips against his.
you moved even closer to him, close enough to hear his breath hitch as you ghosted your hand over his chest and trailed your way up to his collarbones peaking out of his oversized sweater.
"did you mean it?" your fingers were teasingly slow as they padded across his delicate skin. "that you could give me better?"
peter nodded fervently, not trusting the pitch of his own voice right now. you smirked at him, finally breaking eye contact to watch the way his lips parted as you looped your finger around his collar and pulled him into you, giggling as his nose bumped into yours.
that was peter's breaking point, a low and desperate moan escaping from his throat as he grabbed the sides of your face and crashed into you. his lips were hot on yours as they were quick to devour you, breaking only to trail their way down your neck. peter found a sweet spot behind your ear, nipping at your soft skin and earning a gasp from you.
you pulled back with a moan, locking eyes with him again. they were clouded with lust, but they were sincere. peter always meant every word he said, and it made your knees weak to hear such pretty ones come your way.
peter gave you a soft smirk before pulling you back in, kissing you harder than before. he was quick to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring with his own as his hands began to make their way around your waist. they traveled lower, giving a firm squeeze to your hips before sliding them down the back of your jeans. he palmed your ass as he continued to swallow your every breath.
peter massaged what he could through your pants, making his way down to your lower thighs as he broke free from your lips and trailed his way back to behind your ear.
you gave a soft gasp as he nipped at your lobe. "jump."
you obeyed immediately, wrapping your legs around his hips as you took advantage of the new position and attacked the pale skin on his neck. he groaned and squeezed your ass again before heading down the hallway towards his bedroom. you couldn't keep still in his hold, his hands burning through your clothing. you writhed against him, moaning as your core made contact with his growing hard-on.
he set you down on his bed gently, letting you go to stand straight and pull off his sweater. he leaned down to kiss you, hard, as peter's fingers snaked their way under the hem of your shirt, fingertips dancing delicately on your stomach.
you got the message, tugging your shirt off and leaving you bare in the prettiest lace bra peter had ever seen.
"every part of you is so gorgeous," he moaned. "it's not fair."
he climbed over you and helped you lay back fully on his bed, his lips finding yours after a painful minute away from them. the way peter kissed you was hot and needy, but it was also so tender. you couldn't remember the last time you'd been kissed with so much emotion and passion.
you smiled into the kiss, infecting peter with the same dopey grin. he broke the kiss, making his way down your neck and trailing your collarbones with sloppy, wet kisses. he watched the goosebumps form under his touch as he made his way lower, kissing his way down the valley of your breasts. he moved one of his hands to tug at the lace cup, exposing your soft flesh to the cool air. it didn't take him long to have your hard nipple in his mouth, his tongue teasing you with every passing movement.
peter got lost in the noises you were making, only remembering himself as you tugged on his curls with an exceptionally loud moan. he let your nipple go with a sharp pop! and traveled his tongue down your stomach, chuckling at the way you writhed underneath him and your muscles tensed against his mouth.
"we don't have to do anything you don't want to do," peter said breathlessly as he looked up at you, lips swollen and pink. "but i'm dying to get my mouth on you. m'not above getting on my knees, right here and now, and beggin' to get a taste of you."
his words alone had you more turned on than you're sure you'd ever been.
but you maintained yourself, remembering what he was even asking for. "oh, peter. you don't have to do that."
peter let out a loud laugh, one seemingly at you. "have to? baby, i don't know how to tell you i need to."
you bucked your hips in response and gave him a bashful nod, giving him permission as he hooked his hands around your belt loops and slid the jeans and panties off your body in one swift motion. the cold air on your cunt sent a chill through your body, but it wasn't long until you were hot against peter's touch.
he spread his tongue flat and made his way through your messy folds as a string of profanities fell from your lips.
"fuck, peter," you breathed.
he looked up at you with a dopey smile hanging from his loose jaw. "yeah, baby? feel good?"
peter chuckled as you nodded frantically, leaning down to leave a light peck against your throbbing bundle of nerves. "good. god, you taste like fucking heaven, sweetheart. just like i knew you would."
you bucked your hips up with a whine, hitting him in the chin and earning a deep laugh from somewhere sinful in peter's chest. he ducked his head back down, getting to work as he attached his lips to your swollen clit.
you gave a sharp gasp as he sucked, pleasure blooming throughout your stomach and tunneling your vision. he brought his fingers up to tease your entrance, spreading you open as he increased his bruising pace on your clit. he groaned against you as you tugged at his hair, his name spilling from your lips as the vibration swelled the knot inside of you.
"that's it, baby," he groaned against you. "i want you to feel so fucking good. i want you to cum for me, please. i need you to cum on my face."
you let out a downright desperate whine at his words, grinding your hips up to match the movement of his mouth. his fingers found their way to your entrance again, and you were done for, the anticipation of him inside of you enough to send you over the edge.
the face you made when you came was the prettiest peter had seen you yet, and the noises you made didn't follow far behind. he was rutting himself against the bed as he rode you through your orgasm, lapping up every last drop of your arousal. he was a moaning mess against you, pulling back only once you gave his curls two sharp tugs.
peter sat up and stared at you in awe, taking in the sight of your flushed, bare figure on his bed. this was something he'd only ever dreamed about, and seeing you laid out before him, still panting his name as you came down from your high, sent a rush to his cock that made him twitch and groan. he climbed his way up you, trailing soft, wet kisses against your damp skin as he found your lips.
the kiss he gave you was the softest yet, and you melted under his touch as you tasted yourself on his lips. he didn't break contact as he tugged at his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down together.
peter laughed as he struggled to shake them off, only to be cut off with a deep groan as you reached down and grabbed him at the base. he was hot and heavy in your hand, the room echoing with a series of curse words falling from his lips. you tug at him slightly, gasping at how strained he was in your palm as he twitched against you. peter dipped his head down, panting in your ear as you pumped him a few times.
peter was in a dream; he was sure of it. there was no way you had your pretty little hand wrapped around him like this, begging for him to be inside of you. it was overwhelming, the sheer relief in the reality of it all. twenty minutes ago, he had apartments and jobs in the bronx pulled up, planning his new life in shame. and now, he was so high that he didn't even process your words as you told him that you were on birth control. he jerked his hips forward into your hand, swearing like a sailor as you began to line him up to your dripping entrance.
he canted forward slightly to catch you, moaning loudly as he sank slowly into you. it took everything in him to not finish on the spot as your walls fluttered around him, taking his time as he opened you up to him. you were so warm and wet.
"f-fuck, baby. baby, you're s'fucking tight," peter moaned in your ear. "you're taking me s'well. you're so perfect, fuck—"
you groaned at his praise, digging your nails into his shoulder. "pete, please move."
he chuckled, pulling almost all the way out of you. "anything you want, sweetheart."
peter began to fuck you, building speed until he found the exact pace that made you tremble underneath him. your string of moans was music to his ears, and the way you clenched tightly around him brought peter to what he could only assume was heaven. he leaned down to catch you in a kiss, reaching further down your body to hoist your legs higher, pounding deeper into you than before.
"god peter, don't stop. please," you moaned in his ear, voice cracking from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins. "y-you feel even better than i imagined."
with that, peter was done for. he was so fucking done for hearing you admit you'd imagined how his cock would feel inside of you.
he pulled out, much to your dismay, taking his aching cock in his hand and pumping quickly, your name pleading on his tongue. he let out a grunt and a shaky exhale as he came all over, painting your clit and stomach with hot, thick ropes of his cum.
the feeling was dizzying — the pleasure you were getting from watching him finish over you knocked the wind out of your lungs. you panted as you watched peter scoot his way back down the bed.
"sorry, baby, promise m'not always so fast," he sat in between your legs, palming his way up your plush thighs. "i just can't tell you how much of a dream come true this is."
he positioned himself back down to eat you out with a smirk on his lips, and you were snapped out of your haze. "oh, peter! that's o-okay, you don't have— oh, fuck!"
you were cut off by your own gasp as peter began to lap up the mess he made between your legs. his tongue was everywhere, inside and out, cleaning up his own release off of you and moaning at the salty taste on his tongue.
the entire thing made you way too hot.
he groaned and pulled back to circle your clit with his index finger, looking up at you with a sloppy smirk on his wet lips.
"didn't want you thinkin' i forgot 'bout you," you threw your head back as he easily slid his middle finger inside of you.
"promised i could give you better," peter growled. "that's exactly what you're gonna to get, baby. come on, i want you to feel so good."
you moaned loudly as his lewd words only tightened the building knot inside of you. he added a second finger, and you were immediately on the edge, breathless as his pace was relentless.
"that's it, honey. fuck, you feel so perfect on my fingers. you're so perfect."
peter moved his head back down to attach his lips to your clit, fingers still pumping inside you at a bruising pace. his teeth nipped at your sensitive bud, and you were pushed over the edge, splashing out around his fingers and all over his face. you gasped as you felt the sensation, looking down at peter. he groaned against your cunt, only making your orgasm stronger and making you squirt harder on him. he lapped it up with a hunger, groaning into you one more time as he thrust into the mattress below him and came again against his stomach at your sweet taste on his tongue.
you pulled him up by his hair when you'd come down, out of breath and vision blurry. peter swung his head back, flicking his damp hair out of his eyes and looking up to see your exhausted figure above him.
"holy shit," you both whispered at the same time, earning tired laughs to fill the now quiet room.
you felt peter shift beside you, and suddenly he was gone. though, somehow, he was back just as fast with a wet, warm towel and an apple juice box. he handed the drink to you with a sloppy smile as he leaned down to clean you up, rough hands now gentle as ever with you. he was delicate on your skin as he cleaned the mixed arousal from you, tuned in to how sensitive you were now. he admired the bruises blooming around your thighs from where he gripped you.
peter moved to clean himself up, throwing the soiled towel in his laundry bin and grabbing two pairs of boxers and two of his sweatshirts. he tossed you one of each, a dopey smile on his lips the entire time.
he sat down on the bed with you again, clothes in hand as he stroked your messy hair, gazing at you with the same feeling he had in his chest the first time he ever saw you.
"listen, i know you just got out of a relationship," he started with a sheepish blush painting his cheeks. quite the stark difference to the peter in front of you five minutes ago.
"a-and if this was all you wanted, i can live with that. but i-i meant what i said. i'd really love the chance to show you better, every day."
you gave him a lopsided smile and shifted to climb onto his lap. even though you were both still naked, nothing about it was sexual. you gave him a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close. in that moment, you swore it was the safest you'd ever felt. peter was thinking just the same thing.
"there's no way you're real, peter parker."
he smirked into your neck. "funny, i was thinking the same thing about you."
