please, you're my best friend.
pairing best friend!peter parker fem!reader. 4.6k wc warnings 18+, you get hit by sex pollen, sub!peter, very whimpery peter, virgin!peter but like not really hes so good, peter calls you bug, p word with plot, you'll see won't you?? first time writing smut btw.
I read a beautiful sex pollen fic by @dearwalker ... had to pull out an old avatar draft and get to writing it for Peter Parker. hope we enjoy!
╰┈➤ YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND.
Your friendship started with a physics project in freshman year — assigned partners, you had no say in the matter. You'd walked to your designated table expecting to carry the project yourself. instead, you were met with Peter Parker, who lit up in a way you didn't think he would when he realized you weren't incompetent.
''Wait— so, you understand this stuff?'' he'd said, staring at your neat, organized notes.
''This is the easy stuff, Parker. Don't you?''
It was not, in fact, the easy stuff to most of your class, but it became obvious to the both of you that you'd somehow ended up matched. Same smarts and learning pace, neither one needing second explanations.
By the next semester, 'study partner' had turned into 'best friend.' It happened fast and without much acknowledgement, you just started showing up at eachother's places without warning. You showed up way more often, knowing you'd get fed by May, but probably get dragged over to Peter's desk to help him puzzle out an equation for whatever secret project he was doing that week.
You'd always known he was hiding something from you. Not in a bad or personal way; he never got weird or distant with you. You couldn't ignore the occasional panicked look on his face, sometimes a flinch, when his phone buzzed at a weird hour. Your eyebrow would raise, and he'd rush to assure you, 'It's nothing! Don't worry about it.' You never pushed, just listened and let him have his own weird stuff.
So that random afternoon started pretty normal. You let yourself in with the spare key May had given you weeks ago — for whenever, really —raided his pantry, flopped face-down on his bed to take a break from the AP Chem sets covering his desk. Nothing different from your usual Sunday, knowing he was barely home on weekend mornings for some reason.
You were mid scroll on your phone when you heard it, the faint opening of his bedroom window. You turned off your phone quickly and glanced up.
Spider-Man?
Spider-Man was crawling across the ceiling. his red and blue self, upside down, limbs scuttling silently across the plaster.
You didn't dare move, holding your breath. You stared at his movements with your mouth slightly open, some slow smile fighting its way onto your face in sheer admiration of the city's local celebrity on your best friend's ceiling.
He still hadn't noticed you when he dropped down, landing in a soft crouch behind the door before closing it. He reached up and pulled off his mask in one smooth motion, running a hand through his hair as he caught his breath.
Oh my god. Peter?
Your brain was rewiring itself on the spot, piecing everything together in real time. The canceled plans, random cuts or bruises, the horrible excuses that he always had ready. This was the secret. And also, probably the reason he had arms like that.
He turned to flop onto his bed like he did after every adventure, but found you already lying there, eyes wide, staring at him with a slack jaw. He froze completely, crushing his mask in his right fist.
''...How long have you been there?''
You covered your laugh with both hands.
''Okay— look, it's— I can explain—''
''I don't think you need to explain anything, dude."' You stood up to properly face him.
''You're Spider-Man!?''
''Fuck.'' He crossed the room fast, sitting you down on the edge of his bed, hand hovering near your shoulder. ''Keep your voice down, May's right outside.''
''Yeah, sorry, sorry—'' You lowered your voice to a whisper, but your shocked tone hadn't worn off just yet. ''So... what the fuck?''
His head dropped into his hands for a second.
''Don't hate me, bug. I'm really sorry I never told you. I wanted to. It just wasn't— it isn't safe, and I didn't want you involved—''
''I'm not mad at you, Peter.''
He looked up, eyes sparkling. ''You're not?''
''No..? I just found out my best friend is a literal superhero. I'm a little shocked, but, this might be the best day of my life.'' He laughed at your words, a hand coming to squeeze your shoulder.
''Okay, but— you can't tell anyone. At all. Promise me, please.''
''I promise.'' You smiled.
''Thank you.'' he said, shoulders visibly relaxing right before you reached for him.
His breath hitched, hand dropping from your arm to a still in his lap.
''What are you doing?''
You ran your fingers over the material, inspecting the stitching, the faint hum of tech woven in each crease. ''This is actually insane, how did you even—''
''It's just a bunch of trial and error,'' he said, voice a little tighter as your hand smoothed over his collarbone. ''Fabric is, um, Nanotech based. Kinda.''
''That's so cool.'' You kept examining it, oblivious, as he sat very still with pink cheeks. Your hand drifted from his shoulder down his arm until you were just holding his hand outright, turning it over, toying and squeezing each of his fingers.
''I can show you more, if you want?'' he whispered.
You looked up at him excitedly, still holding his hand.
''Obviously I want. Show me everything!''
And that was that. One minute you were Peter Parker's best friend, and the next, you were still Peter Parker's best friend but also Spider-Man's. A well deserved promotion, you would describe it as.
╰┈➤ THE ATTACK.
You were not even two blocks from Peter's building when your route was rudely blocked.
A bearded man stepped directly into your path, towering over you. You barely had time to move around him before he leaned in, voice low.
''Tell Spider-Man he's almost out of time.''
Then something hit you square in the face, a burning mist. Your eyes watered instanly, throat catching on the chemical fog that poisoned your breath. It only lasted a few seconds. The sting faded fast, and you thought maybe that was it and you'd gotten off easy.
Your hands were still holding your throat when your whole body began to burn hot. You pressed a hand to your forehead and it felt wet, burning. Sweat began to form underneath your dress, causing the thin fabric to stick uncomfortably to your back.
Peter's building was close, just ahead. Get to Peter. You need Peter.
You ran, making it up the steps somehow when the elevator only mocked your desperation by skipping you and heading straight for the basement. Your banging on the door was insistent, legs barely holding you upright anymore as you called for your best friend.
It swung open, and Peter's face went from confused to horrified in half a second.
''What the— hey, hey, what happened-'' When he caught you before you hit the floor, you groaned, his hands making your skin feel impossibly hotter.
''Someone sprayed me,'' you managed, voice barely working. ''He s—said you're almost out of time. Fuck, I don't know— I'm so hot, Peter—''
His face went pale but he pushed it down fast.
''Okay, I've got you. I'm here.'' He lifted you, voice sharp with panic even as he tried to sound reassuring.
''E.V, I need a full scan, now.''
He laid you down on the couch, hands shaking as he brushed back the hair that was sticking to your forehead. ''E.V, talk to me.''
Everything started to blur around the edges. You could only make out Peter's worried face as he stared down at you. You could see his mouth moving, but the sound reached your ears warped.
''Scan complete,'' his head ticked up. ''Rapid hearbeat, elevated body temperature, consistent with an inhaled compound.''
''Do we have a temporary antidote?''
''No potential antidotes identified. The compound does not correspond to any previously catalogued domestic incident.''
''C'mon help me out here, E.V. What is this thing?''
''Initiating cytoxicity map analysis...''
Instead of trying to make out the words, you scanned over him, eyes catching on the way his sleeves were pushed up to reveal his tense, veiny forearms. His brow was furrowed in that way it always was when he was intensely concentrated, so intense that he probably didn't notice the way his tongue prodded at the corner of his mouth. You did.
Has he always looked this good?
You'd noticed the changes over the past year in fragments. His shoulders filling out, new definition in his biceps that hadn't been there sophmore year, shirts fitting tighter over his chest than they used to. You knew being Spider-Man wasn't exactly an office job, but knowing the reason didn't make it any easier to ignore, especially not with him sitting a foot infront of you, a strong arm holding the back of your head, flexed jaw as he spoke in orders to E.V.
The burning heat in your body didn't settle, instead it moved down, and down... and down. Until the heat reached your core which suddenly became inflamed with want. Want for Peter.
This can't be happening. You instantly became aware of everything — the sharp line of his jaw, the damp stray hairs that fell forward when he turned to look at you, the curve of his mouth. Heat pooled low and unwelcome, your pulse hammering in your own ears.
You began to writhe in place, whimpering, thighs clamping shut to restrain the dampness between them that threatened to leak. Your hands pried at the sweat-soaked bodice of your dress, you needed to take it off.
Peter sat closer abruptly, one hand gently holding you down by the shoulder and the other stopping you from tearing your dress open.
''Woah, what— what's happening? Talk to me, bug.'' You smelt his cologne when he came closer, inhaling it deeply. Musk, a soft masculine, entirely Peter. Your mouth watered, brain turning fuzzy.
''Fuck,'' you cried. ''Peter, I feel really weird.'' You finally opened your glassy eyes to look at him, fighting to contain the strangled, messy noises that were sitting at the back of your throat.
''Cytotoxicity mapping complete. The subject's bloodstream contains a heavy dose of a synthetic sexual stimulant that is aggresively forcing extreme pelvic vasodilation. Sexual climax can clear the chemical payload, otherwise the arousal will continue to compound until it causes a fatal spike in blood pressure.''
''S-sexual climax? There's gotta be another way, E.V.''
''Side-effects will incur within 6-8 hours given the subject does not meet the necessary clearance. Blood pressure will rise in rapid increments.''
Peter's eyes went wide, head flicking from you, to E.V, and back to you again.
Your brain didn't register anything except the word climax, and it completely locked onto the suffocating heat radiating off Peter's body. Every boundary built over years of friendship turns to ash. With a ragged cry, you lurched forward, losing your balance. Your face buried into the crook of his neck and you inhaled sharp, drowning in the scent of his cologne and forming sweat. Your hands clawed desperately at the edges of his suit.
''Peter, please, I trust you.'' you sobbed against his collar, thighs tightening further.
''It hurts, it's too much. Help me. I need you.''
He caught you easily, powerful arms wrapping around you to keep you steady. He stroked your hair, heart pounding against your cheek, before sinking heavily onto the couch as you caged his lap.
''I don't— what do you need me to do?'' He whispered, his voice cracking as he held you close. You leaned into his touch, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving wet, slow and kisses that you couldn't hold back. A startled whimper split from his throat, sheer electricity making his entire body shiver.
''Ah— fuck, okay— okay, calm down, bug.'' he choked out, a helpless whine rattling in his chest as his hands settled over your waist. His hips bucked under the sudden rush of heat, and you responded by firmly grinding your hips down against his lap, the textured fabric of his suit the only thing seperating you from his already growing-hard cock.
You groaned at the feeling. ''Mmn, want you, Peter.''
''Oh, shittt.'' he whined in your ear, voice dropping as his hips instincitvely rolled upward, unable to fight how devastatingly good it felt to be pressed against you. With his mouth already parted, you craned your head and captured it in a messy, desperate kiss. Peter's gasp was muffled against your lips, his body shuddering at the overwhelming taste of you.
''Wait- ah, wait,'' he whimpered, breathless as he tried to pry his face away by an inch, his voice turning into a high-pitched whimper. ''You're- mph—''
''I'm sorry— can't stop, Pete.''
You continued to grind relentlessly, white-hot stimulation blinding your thoughts and turning your brain to mush. Peter's gloved hands slid down your waist, clamping tightly around your hips, his grip anchoring you over him. He pulled you down onto him with his enhanced strength, forcing you to press flush against the rigid line of his erection through his suit.
''Fuck, yes.'' You gasped against his mouth as the burning ache inside you finally found a moment of relief, hands gripping the back of the couch as you tried to replicate the delicious contact by grinding down even harder. The hard tent of his cock rubbed you in the most heavenly way, causing your eyes to roll back instantly.
''Oh— mhn— that feels amazing, bug,'' he cooed, blown-out eyes looking up at you as if he were in heaven.
His large hands dropped from your hips, slipping under the crumpled hem of your dress to meet the bare skin of your ass. He gathered the material in his hands, urgently sliding it over your frame leaving you in only your soaked underwear.
He admired your frame immediately, mouth salivating at the sight of your bare tits glazed with a thin layer of sweat. His hands rose to cup them, thumbs smoothing over your nipples as he hummed at the feeling of them going hard.
“Holy shit. You’re so perfect.”
Peter surged to capture your mouth again, diving into a bruising kiss that swallowed the noises spilling from your throat. His lips were wet, hot, hands moving back up to pin you onto his aching lap.
''Wanna make you feel good,'' he panted, words stuttering as he tried to frame them between the rhythm of your lips. Despite his eagerness, he was trembling beneath you, a whimpering, horny mess devoted to relieving you of the pain you were feeling. Without breaking the kiss, Peter lifted you, guiding you backwards onto the stretch of the couch before settling between your legs.
His palm trailed a path of heat over your stomach, then hip, before stopping at the waistband of your underwear.
''Want me to touch you here?''
''Yes, fuck, Peter. Please touch me.'' you sobbed.
He hummed straight into your mouth, fingers pulling the sides of your panties down and off your legs, and when he finally made contact with your puffy, slick center he moaned. He began to move instantly, fingers desperately swirling around your pulsing nub in perfect circles while his own hips rolled helplessly against your thigh.
''Is that— is that okay? You feel so... wet.'' he whispered, staring down at you with his puppy eyes. You nodded, unable to form a coherent response. He watched how you reacted when he moved his hand just like that, instantly repeating the motion in that same spot.
''How's this? Am I making you feel good, baby?''
You could only moan and whine in satisfaction, your fingers tightening convulsively in his hair as the pleasure left you speechless. Each touch of his fingers against your clit made you shake, but it still wasn't enough to ease the burning throb inside you.
''Mhn, need more, Peter. Need you inside.''
''Oh god, you're killin' me.'' he whined against your neck, breath scalding hot as his hips gave another involuntary, needy roll against your thigh. With a held breath, Peter slowly pushed two of his slick fingers inside you, groaning as he did, until he met a deep gummy mass, fingers swiping curiously at the texture.
Your back arched at the contact, toes curling and moans caught in your throat at the pleasure. Peter smirked above you, curling his fingers in the same spot with enhanced pressure.
''You— like that? I can feel you squeezing me. So tight, baby.'' he cooed, a helpless needy mess above you, entirely at your mercy as his eyes searched for validation in your expressions. He continued his movements, wrist angling deeper to hit that spot again and again in a thrusting rhythm. You arched again, broken sobs of intense pleasure spilling from your mouth, clenching your walls around his fingers as he moved inside you.
''Please keep making those sounds, bug.''
The drug was still burning through you, and the mere touch of his fingers only made the empty ache in your core cool down temporarily. You need more, needed him completely flush against you, inside you. With a frustrated cry, your fingers hooked into the collar of his suit, prying at the fabric to pull it off.
''Hey— what's wrong? What do you need?'' he stammered, chest heaving against yours with worry in his eyes. You couldn't form the proper words, only able to tug further at his suit and fuss underneath him with his fingers still inside you.
Peter was drawn to your lips, instincitvely leaning down to press a sweet, soft kiss to your mouth, muffling your whines. You returned the warmth instantly, your lips moving against his with a shaky desperation. When he pulled back, both of your breaths were shallow, your hands still scratching at the tight suit.
''Get this off, Peter.''
''Okay, okay. I'm taking it off, baby. I've got you,'' he panted.
He didn't hesitate, there was only absolute compliance running through his system. You whined when he pulled out of you, feeling suddenly empty and achy all over again. With a yank, Peter stripped out of the suit instantly, peeling the layers down his chiseled frame and kicking it onto the floor in a single breath.
"T-the bed," Peter panted, his breath hitching as he tried to anchor his scattered thoughts.
"Let's go to the bed, baby. I want to make this good for you."
''Just need you fast, please.'' you gasped. You were dizzy, the radiating heat of his bare chest branded your skin, amplifying the throb in your core. You could feel how wet you were, aching, already open and ready for him.
Before you could even murmur a response, his large, bare arms slid effortlessly under your back and knees. He gathered you against his chest and stood up, lifting you as if you weighed absolutely nothing at all. He held you with a strong grip, his biceps locking tight to keep you close against him.
Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pubic bone brushing against the rigid contours of his abs. The contact agonized you, causing you to whine into his mouth, body demanding a much deeper relief as you pressed yourself harder into him.
As he carried you out of the living room, he held your face, kissing you again while his footsteps remained perfectly steady. Without looking back, he flicked his wrist, a swift strand of web shooting from his wrist to open the bedroom door ahead, followed by another quick snap of webbing that sealed it firmly shut.
"I've got you." he whispered breathlessly against your lips. He gently lowered you down onto the cool mattress before standing to take off his boxers. They scattered on the way down, his nervous hands shaking as you stared at him with watery eyes. His cock was big, hard and leaking, looking painfully untouched.
The second he returned to the bed, You locked your legs around him again, thrusting him forward to feel him rub against you. You both let out a sharp moan the instant you pulled him in, his body shuddering, face hiding in your neck as he kept himself from collapsing.
"Oh fuck—just give me a second, bug," Peter panted against your skin, his voice fracturing into a plea as he tried to steady his racing pulse. He stayed locked in your hold, his large, bare hands anchoring firmly onto your hips to keep you secure against the bed.
You swallowed his noises with your tongue, pulling him down on top of you as you kissed him. You let your hands wander the muscular planes of his back, steeping lower until you pulled him in by the waist.
“Please, just fuck me already, Peter.” You choked out, voice breaking into a whimper.
He nodded eagerly, chasing one last kiss before lining himself up with your slick entrance. Then, he slowly pushed in, his eyes squeezing shut as he dissolved into the sensation of your tight walls pulling him deep. The two of you moaned in harmony, his head dropping beside your temple, breathing out your name as his cock throbbed inside you.
An overwhelming wave of pleasure bloomed through your core, the stretch so painfully delicious you didn’t notice the scratches you left across his back.
“Fuck, yes—“ you cried. Your wet cunt was a mold around him, slick and warm in all the right ways. When Peter lifted one of your thighs to get a better angle, you almost sobbed on the spot, the ridge of his cock rubbing you just right.
“Oh f-fuck, baby— mhn, you’re so perfect.” he moaned. His face was flushed, bottom lip held between his teeth. You both caught your breath for a second before he started moving, his hips pulling all the way out before gently plunging back inside.
“This feel good? Tell me if it’s too much, baby, please.”
His attentiveness only made you wetter, audible each time his hips collided with yours again. He kept his movements controlled for as long as he could but started to lose himself, drunk on the feeling of your cunt squeezing him each time he moves faster, wrapping him like a tight glove.
One particular thrust was harder than the rest, hitting that spot deep inside that caused you to arch, unintentionally lifting the thigh in his hand. Your head dropped back onto the pillow, eyes rolling as your walls pressed him even tighter. He let out a broken sound, lifting your leg even higher to hit the spot again with even more force than before.
''Yeah? Right here?'' he asked, panting over you as you shook beneath him, hips twitching each time he thrusted into you. You could only nod in response, your helpless mouth falling open as he fucked the words out of you. He'd been fucking you for not even 4 minutes, but he somehow already perfected the way he needed to move his hips to make you clench.
''O-oh shittt, baby. You feel so— so fucking good.'' he whispered, voice cracking under the pressure of your walls clamping down on him. His hips began to drive harder between your soaking thighs, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing each time he slammed back into you. You were crying and moaning uncontrollably, heeding his beautiful whimpers and groans the closer he got to release.
You felt your orgasm building already, walls fluttering around him and that tight, coiling pleasure growing in your core. He could sense it too, so he sped up his thrusts even more, dropping a hand to rub gentle circles on your clit just how you liked it earlier.
''Yes- Peter! Oh my god—'' you screamed, nails raking down his back, shoulders, pulling his hair. The pleasure was nearly too much, mind turning to mush, unable to think about anything other than Peter making you feel this fucking good. Finally, you cried out, body arching off the bed as he fucked you through your orgasm, white-hot euphoria filling your senses completey.
Your walls squeezed him hard as you came, his movements fracturing into broken thrusts as the sensation reduced him to incoherent mumbling. You could feel him swelling inside you, every pulse of your walls drawing a strained whimper from this throat. He pressed his lips to yours which kissed back weakly, still craving your intimacy.
''F-Fuck, 'm gonna come, baby.'' He moaned onto your lips. ''Where do I— what should-''
His hips stilled, eyes flickering from white to black as he came violently inside you. He buried himself deep, groaning in fragments as the last spurts of his thick release settled inside you. His head fell next to yours in a shaky exhale, hips twitching and bucking as he slowly pulled out.
''Shit, bug. I didn't mean to... come inside. I'm so sorry,'' He panicked, voice dropping into a pathetic mewl as he hid his mortified face in your neck. A sleepy chuckle bubbled from your chest. Reaching out, you gently stroke his hair and forced him to look at you.
''Pete, shush. It's okay.'' you murmured, voice thick with exhaustion.
He looked utterly helpless, letting out a tiny, shuddering hum before pressing a kiss to your neck, his heart still pouding like a drill.
''I think I love you,'' he whispered, the confession slipping out of his mouth before he could stop it.
You smiled, heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with the sex.
''Peter, I love you too.'' you said softly, voice steady.
He blinked, a wave of relief washing over him. Then, a grin broke through his blush, head lifting away from your neck.
''Maybe this isn't the best time to say this,'' he mumbled, ''But man, that was way better than how I imagined it.''
''Fuckin' perv.'' You laughed out loud, hand smacking lightly at his back. With a soft, happy sigh, Peter's arms slid securely around your waist. In one motion, he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, turning you so you were sprawled comfortably across his chest. He held you tight, fingers gently tangling into your hair.
''So... does this change anything for us?" Peter whispered, his voice cracking as his eyes darted around the dark room nervously. You shifted slightly on his chest, looking up at him in the dim light.
"What do you mean, Pete?"
"Like... did I just completely mess up our friendship?" he stammered, his words tumbling out fast as he looked down at you with genuinely worried eyes.
"What happens now? What if you wake up tomorrow and regret everything? Because if I just destroyed us, I—"
You cut him off by reaching up and pulling him down into a soft kiss. The thudding of his heart slowed down against your chest as you pulled back, letting him see the absolute certainty in your eyes.
"Peter, you're perfect. I love you," you said softly, a smile breaking across your face.
"You didn’t mess anything up, okay? You helped me when I needed you. And I'm not leaving your side, if that's what you're thinking."
He let out a long, shaky breath, head leaning forward to kiss your hair. He held you cozy against his chest, finally letting the worry melt away into the quiet warmth of the bedroom.
“… And, ya’know… I’ve always secretly wanted to have sex with Spider-Man.” you said, a coy smile squishing against his chest.
He laughed with you. ''Mission accomplished, bug.“
