(Peter Parker x Reader) (Virgin!Peter x Virgin!Reader)
Summary: You have a huge crush on the one and only Peter Parker, but he’s too obsessed with Liz to even notice you. Or so you think?
Warning: language, mentions of sex, masturbation, smut
A/N: This is short and straight to the point, I’m sorry if it’s bad. Btw I made Peter and Reader juniors so there 16 and Liz is still a senior. But I hope you guys enjoy it and I’m opening requests Dec 22nd, hopefully. I might make it earlier or later depends idk, I’ll keep y’all posted.
You watched as Peter and Ned drooled over Liz Allen. You rolled your eyes every time Peter talked to Liz. You watched Peter ask Liz to homecoming last year. And you watched Peter run out of the gym during homecoming. But still, he’s here staring a Liz. He’s never looked at you twice. Even though he’s the only thing you’ve been looking at-
“Y/nnnnnnn hellooooooo!” Mj waves her hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Y-yea. What?” You ask turning your attention away from Peter and to MJ.
“Your literally drooling, you have to tell him how you feel.” Mj says geasturing to Peter.
“No! I’d rather die.” You said.
“So your just going to sit here, staring at him, and act like your just friends?” Mj asked sarcastically.
“You know me so well.” You said giving a sarcastic smile. Mj rolled her eyes, and you dropped your head on the cafeteria table. “He’s fucking in love with Liz fucking Allen.” You pick your head up, only resting your chin on table. “How could I compete with her.”
“You don’t give yourself credit, your legit the most real and amazing person ever. Your funny and nice and sarcastic as fuck. And How do you know he doesn’t like you?” Mj asks, there’s a hint of a smile tugging on your lips, but you roll your eyes.
“Thanks, but like really?” You turn your body so your facing Peter and Ned who are sitting at the very end of the table. “Look at the them, they haven’t taken one bite of there lunch, they’ve just been staring at her.”
Mj looked in the direction you were facing, and back at you. “Yea but how do you know he doesn’t have the same feelings for you?” You turn back quickly.
“Didn’t you just hear what I said. He’s. In. Love. With. Liz. Allen.” You drop your head back down with a loud groan.
“She’s not looking.” Ned says
“Oh thank god.” Peter rips his eyes away from Liz and back at you. He stared at your hair, how it was the perfect color and how good it framed your face.
“Why don’t you say anything?” Ned asks from over Peters shoulder. Peter turns around to face Ned.
“Because she’d never be interested in me, like it’s me.” Ned rolls his eyes.
“Your spiderman.” Peter groans at Neds quick answer.
“Yea but she doesn’t know that.”
“Then you should tell her.” Peter pushes Ned’s shoulder teasingly.
“Your high,” Peter says as he looks back at you talking to Mj. God she’s so beautiful. Peter looks at you with full on heart eyes, as Ned watches.
“H-hey do you wanna stop at Delmar’s before I have to go?” Peter says as you both walk down the street. You and Peter live in the same apartment building, your just one floor higher, so you guys usually walk home together.
“Yea!” You say a little to excitedly.
You and Peter enter Delmars, Peter talks to the guy in Spanish, ordering his sandwiche then yours after. Peter knew your order by heart, making it his goal to know everything about you. But you didn’t think much of it, only that he was a good friend. Peter handed you your sandwich and you guys ate and walked back home.
“So…” fuck should you ask. It’s now or never. “Are-are you going to prom? Next Saturday?” You ask quietly. Why do you sound so pathetic. Fuck!
“Um- I-I don’t know. Are you?” Peter felt the butterflies in his stomach. His heart was beating out of his chest.
“I don’t know, probably stay home with Mj or something, but… um if someone asks me, then I don’t know… I guess I’d go.” You look down at your half eaten sandwich, not daring to look at Peter because that would only cause you to melt right then and there.
“O-oh c-cool. H-has anyone a-asked you?” Peter asks shyly, you laugh at what he said.
“No, I don’t think anyone knows I exist. Anyways no one would want to go with me.” You say the last part quietly as you look ahead. Peter turns his head so he’s looking at your face. Fuck she’s so gorgeous, and she’s right there, I could just kiss her, touch her- No Peter stop being a freak.
“Why wouldn’t anyone want to go with you.” That’s when you turn your head, eyes locking with each other. God his eyes are beautiful, I could just die now and I’d be happy.
“I’m a nobody,” you shrug. Peters eyes look back in forth between your eyes.
“Your not nobody… at least not to me.” Your face is pure red and your heart is beating so fast, your pretty sure the 9 realms could here it. But you were relieved when you finally got to the building not bothering to go on with the conversation.
“Ok, so um I’ll see you in a hour so we can go over chemistry?” You say stepping into the building.
“Wouldn’t miss it!” Peter answers, as he starts walking backwards. Your eyes quickly widen.
Peter does a back flip, landing behind the bicycler that was going to crash into him, then standing back up like nothing happened.
“How did- HOW DID YOU DO THAT?” You say with a huge smile and laugh as you run up to Peter. Your holding his shoulders as you check for any scratches or cuts. “WHAT THE FUCK, NOT EVEN A SCRACTH, THATS SO COOL! HOW’D YOU DO THAT.” Your hands linger on his shoulders, Peters breathing quickened.
“Um-uh just- just uh, good r-reflexes I-I guess.” Your smile grew, not believing what you just saw. Then you notice Peters red face and you look down to see you’ve been holding his shoulders the whole time. You quickly retract your hands as you take a step back. You play with the hem of your sleeves as you start walking back to the door.
“I-I’m gonna go now, s-see you later.” Peter couldn’t get a word out before you disappeared into the building.
“God.” Is all Peter could let out before he runs into an alleyway to change into his spidey suit.
“Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkkk,” you say under your breathe as you callopse on your bed. “Why am I so awkward!!!” You bury your face in your pillow, groaning loudly into it. You flip over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. “Just keep your cool. Ok? Your not awkward so why are you so fucking awkward with Peter?!” You rub your face, trying to calm down. “Just finish some work, good? Good.” You shake your head, trying to forget about Peter.
Peter sneaks into his room quietly, closing the window when he gets in. He looks down at his phone. 8:00 pm. Right on time.
He quickly changes into some comfy sweatpants and a t-shirt before slinging his bag on his back.
“May, I’m gonna be at y/n’s place to study!” Peter yells from his room.
“Ok, I’m on my way out anyways. Call me if you need anything!” Mat yells back, getting ready to go to her night shift.
“Ok, love you!” Peter opens his window, going up the fire escape staircase. But Peter doesn’t knock right away. He waits outside your window and watches. He watches as you tap your pencil on your textbook as your eyes concentrate on the problem. Shes so cute. His eyes then scan over your body. “Fuck” Peter says under his breathe. You were wearing a red flannel pajama shorts and a white tank top, that was pretty see through, but you didn’t really notice. However Peter did, and he also noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. Peter sucks in his breathe, as he knocks on the window.
Your whips around to look at your window. As soon as you see Peters face, you feel the smile tug on your lips. Peter watches as you swing your bare legs over the bed and walk towards the window.
“Hey,” You say a little too excited.
“H-hey,” Peter says returning the smile but trying so desperately not to look below your neck. You go back to your bed, Peter following behind you.
“So I thought maybe we could go over the post-lab questions, because I don’t understand some of it.” You say, pulling out the packet. When Peter doesn’t answer, you look up at him, he was just standing by your bed, staring. You guys usually studied together, going to each other’s rooms. Why is he being so… awkward? “You ok?” Peter quickly snaps his long gaze away from you, as he sits on the bed.
“Y-yea, sorry I was just thinking about something.” God she looks so hot and beautiful and I just want her, I need her. But I can’t. What if I say something. I should say something. NO PETER, don’t be an idoit you’ll just mess this whole thing up! Peter shakes his head, throwing away the thought he just had. “Um ok we’ll start with the post-lab questions.” Peter opens his bag pulling out his packet identical to yours.
“So which ones do you want to go over?” Peter says turning his attention to you. You look down at the paper, looking over the ones you are having trouble with, but then when you turn to look at Peter, you just die. He’s so close. Fuck we’re practically touching hands.
“Um- I don’t really understand the uh first, fourth and fifth questions.” You say as you stared back into his chocolate brown eyes. Peter has a soft smile on his face as he looks back down at the paper.
“Yea ok, those we’re annoying. Let’s start with the first one-“ Peter repositions himself so that he sitting right next to you. Your shoulders touching, and his hand grazes your thigh as he goes to pick up your pencil. You felt like a shock of electricity coursed through your body.
Peter however being very oblivious, just wanted to help you with the problem. His main attention was on the problem, not really notcining how close he was too you.
You and Peter went through all the questions and started going over other chemistry homework, and doing practice problems because the test was in two days. But it seemed like every minute Peter just kept getting closer and closer. Your heart was pumping at lighting speed, your breathing grew heavy. All you wanted was him, the only thing that mattered was him. You needed him. Soon it got to the breaking point.
You and Peter got off topic and you were both cracking jokes. Peter had started it, but you both just kept adding more jokes, which added to your laughter. And when you finally say something that has Peter dying, he falls to his side, his head on your bare lap and his hands holding his chest as he laughed. Your breathe hitched as you looked down at Peter. His eyes were closed and crinkled as he continued to laugh. His face was glowing. And his hair. Fuck his curls were tickling your inner thighs and you lost it. You quickly get off your bed, making Peter sit up in shock.
“It’s getting late, I think I’m gonna head to bed now I’m tired.” You say quickly. Peter tilts his head a little confused.
“It’s only 9:15,” he answers. You start packing your stuff back in your bag.
“Yea well um I’m tired, so I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say not daring to look in his eyes. Peter watches as you run around your room. He felt hurt, thinking he did something wrong. He soon gets off the bed, packing up his things and putting his bag on.
“Ok, um-uh good night.” He opens the window, going through the fire escape.
“Night.” You reply back, not bothering to fully close the window after, there was just a small crack.
Peter goes back into his room, leaving the window open as he throws his bag across the room. He falls face down on the bed as he groans. What did I do? Is she mad at me? Was it something I said? Fuck!!!!! Peter mentally hits himself, trying to think of anything he could’ve done to set you off.
“Fuck-“ you moan out as your fingers pumped inside you. You laid on your bed, your covers by your feet, as you worked yourself. Your parents were on a business trip, so it was fine.
“God Peter, fuck,” He did this, not you, you were practically soaked when you dipped your fingers in, when Peter left. You closed your eyes your head falling back as you imagined it was Peter who was doing this to you. That just made you quicken your pace. Incoherent words left your lips, followed by curse words, and Peters name leaving your lips over and over again. You continued to jerk off completely forgetting about the window.
Peter picked up his head from the pillow. “Peter, peter, fuck-“ he stood from his bed as he listened closely. It wasn’t May, she was working. Right- “Peter fuck, fuck fuck-“ Peter moved closer to his window, the voice growing as he got closer. Until he heard your voice loud and clear. Hearing his name getting called, he thought something happened. Moving quickly up the stairs and to your window. That’s when he saw you. And shit it was like porn. He watched as you touched yourself, your head thrown back and your red shorts and panties down to your ankles. And he heard it again.
“Fuck Peter, y-yes,” more moans left your mouth. Peter felt his cock throbbing, his sweats tightening around his cock. Peter didn’t even think. He opened your window a little more, as he slipped into your room. Every step he took towards your bed, just made him grow harder.
“Y/n?” Peter could feel himself needing your touch, palming himself discreetly trying to relieve the pressure.
“O fuck Peter-“ you moaned, but then you realized you actually heard your name. Your eyes shot open, locking with familiar brown ones. “PETER?!” Your hand, comes up grabbing your blanket and covering your lower half. “WHAT THE FUCK PETER?!” You could feel your face, burning. Peter could also feel his face heat up. What is he thinking? He took a few more steps, until he was sitting on your bed, rubbing the back of his neck. Your breathing was heavy, your chest rising and falling, from what you were doing only moments ago. Peter noticed your erect nipples through your white tank top, but looked up at your eyes.
“I-I heard you. Saying my name.” You just wanted to die. Right then and there.
“You weren’t suppose to hear that.” Well you couldn’t lie, he did hear everything.
“Uh y/n d-do you um do you like me?” Peters finally lets it out. You couldn’t breathe.
“Well I don’t touch myself, to people I hate.” Your defense mechanism. Sarcasm. But you were confused when Peters face turns into a bright smile.
“Finally.” Is all he says before he crashes his lips onto yours, cupping your cheeks. You were taken aback by what just happened, but kissed back. Peter pulled away, as his hands stroked your cheekbones. “Fuck y/n I like you so much, I didn’t think you liked me.” He kisses you again as you let out a small laugh.
“What about Liz?” Peter looks at you confused.
“Liz?” What were you asking?
“Your always drooling over her,” you felt your jealousy crawl back up just thinking about it. Peter shakes his head.
“No no, I don’t like Liz, I had a small thing for her in the beginning of 10th grade, but I got over that so quick.” Peter smiled as he looked down at you. “Your the only girl on my mind. Your the only person I ever think about.” He leans down so that his lips are hovering over your ear. “Your the only person I touch myself too.” Your face turns a beat red.
“Peter,” you say breathlessly,Peter crashes his lips. The kiss very sloppy and needy. Your tongue slips into his mouth, he lets out a small moan in your mouth. Peter slides the covers off your body, exposing your naked bottom half, your lips still attached. Peter makes his way above you. Your hands wrap around his neck pulling his body closer to yours. You let out a moan when you feel his length touching your core, through his sweats.
“Your so beautiful, I can’t believe I haven’t said anything.” Peter mumbles as he starts to kiss your jaw. You tug Peters shirt, taking the hint. Peter lifts the shirt above his head, flexing his abs as he did, throwing it on the floor. Your eyes widen, as you stared at his toned body. You never knew he was that fit. He then kicks off his sweat pants, and your mouth falls agap. Peter looks up at you as your eyes traced over his body. A smirk playing on his lips, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You roll your eyes, as you fully take off your shorts and panties. Peter jumps back on the bed, like he’s three. Making you giggle. Peter smiles, as he kisses your lips again.
“Your such a dork,” You say against his lips, causing Peter to laugh.
“I know, but you still want me, am I right?” It wasn’t really a question with that smirk on his face.
“You tell me?” you take Peters hand, that was holding your waist, and bring it down between the both of you. Placing Peters fingers on your heat, both of you moaning with the contact of your dripping core.
“Fuck, your so wet.” Peter starts rubbing his fingers along your folds, your bak arching at the feeling. Peter then looks at you, you see the confusion in his eyes. “Um-uh h-have you done this before?”
“N-no, have you?” Peters face reddens.
“N-no.” You smile up at Peter, he’s so innocent.
“We can stop, I’m okay if we stop.”
“NO!” Peter looks back at you. “Sorry, I just um, I’m okay. I want to lose it, if it’s to you.” You smile at what Peters say’s nodding your head in agreement.
“Same.” You hold Peters hand, he’s still rubbing your heat. “I’ll help you. Ok?” Peter nods his head. “So um first just start moving your fingers on my clit.” Peter does as he said, spreading your folds with his fingers, as he rubbed your lining. Your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. “G-good, now slip a finger in-“ you moan loudly as Peter figures out what you were saying. His finger starting to pump you slowly, your breathing becoming uneven. He swirls his finger inside you, curling the slightly, electing a loud moan from you. “N-now try putting in a-another finger-“ your head is thrown back as Peter slips in another finger, now pumping in you faster. You continue to moan, Peter picks up on what he’s doing and starts to suck on your neck, leaving love bites behind.
Peter feel’s your arousal drip down his hand, as he pumps. He couldn’t hold himself. He slides down your body, remembering what he’s seen in porn and read in magazines, and begins to suck on your clit. “FUCK!” You grip Peter’s curls, the feeling sending shivers up your spin. Peter smiles up at you, going back to your clit. His tongue traces you as he continues to pump. “Fuck Peter, fuck, your so good, so good.” You moan as you look between your legs, the curls sending you over the edge. When Peter eyes flicker up, his glowing eyes looking in your yours, he continued to suck. You notice your wetness on the side’s of his mouth when he comes out a little to take a breath and you loose it. Peter goes back in, but before he can get another taste or your sweet, sweet pussy, you pull Peter back up, kissing him like nothing else mattered, because nothing did. You taste yourself on his tongue. Even though you were so close to your high, you let Peter take his fingers out.
“D-did I do something wrong?” Peter feels the embarrassment crawling up, he didn’t mess this up too.
“No no, not at all. I just… I just thought you’d wanna be inside me?” You ask innocently. Peter nods his head frantically.
“Y-Yea.” Peter brings his fingers up to his mouth, getting one more taste of you, licking his fingers clean. You smile shyly, as you hold the top of Peter’s boxers.
“Can I?” Peter nods his head, his heart quickening. The girl of his dreams is going to have sex with him, he can’t not be excited. And she really likes him back! You slide Peter’s boxers down, his length slapping against his toned stomach. Peter kicks them off when they reach his ankles. You sit up all little, lifting your tank-top over your head, throwing it aside. Leaving you both naked on your bed. Peter’s eyes widen, when you lay back down. “What’s wrong?” Fuck did you do something? Are you scaring him? Shitshitshit-
“No, your just so fucking beautiful.” Your heart relaxes, as you give Peter a soft smile. Peter leans down, kissing you. But he kissed you with meaning, he wanted to show you that this wasn’t just for the sex, not just because your his friend, but because he cares about you and want’s everything in the world for you. Your kiss him back, showing as much love, as he had. Peter pulls away, leaning down for one more peck on the lips. “Do you have condom?” You look up at Peter with wide eyes. Then you remember.
“Yea, give me a second.” You quickly get up, Peter watches as you scramble of the bed, he couldn’t help, but take in your body. God she’s beautiful. You wrap a throw blanket on you, running to your bathroom. You go through the cabinets looking for either your brother’s condoms that he left behind when he went to college. Finally finding the box, you take a couple and return back to your room.
You melted at the sight before you. Peter Parker laying across your bed, naked. Peter smiles as you come back on the bed. You sit in front of him, tossing the condoms on your nightstand as you leave one in your hand. Peter rips the blanket off you, kissing your neck. “You took forever,” You smiled to yourself.
“So needy,” You reply, Peter laughing into your skin.
“Maybe after months of not kissing you, not touching you, things start to build up.” Your face starts turns red. Peter lays you back on the bed as he laid between your legs.
“Then touch me Pete,” You answer quietly. Peter’s eyes turning into pure lust as he kissed you harder his hands cupping your breasts.
“Fuck y/n, I will,” You rip the condom open, your hand gripping Peter’s length and sliding up and down, electing moans from him, his head dropping to your neck. “Shit,” You give him a few more pumps, your thumb going to his tip, and spreading his pre-cum. You bring your hand up, a bit of his cum still on your thumb, sticking it in your mouth. Peter looks at you his heart racing, as you sucked on your thumb, not loosing eye contact. “Fuck.” You ‘pop’ your thumb out, and slipping the condom onto his length.
Peter rests one hand by your head, as the other holds his cock. “Are you good?” He asks, wanting to double check if you were okay with all this. You smile at how caring Peter he is, pulling him for another kiss.
“I’m perfect. You good?” Peter kisses your neck teasingly, making you giggle.
“I’m always good if I’m with you.” You laugh at what he says.
“That’s so cheesy.” Peter gives you a soft smile, kissing the tip of your nose, making your smile, brighten.
“I don’t care, at least I have you.” You both have one more long kiss before Peter guides his length inside you. He read in some magazine that they should swirl the tip around the clit, so that’s what he does. Sending moans out of both your lips. And finally he goes in, until your hips met together. You were so wet, it made it easy for him to slip in. Peters head dropped to the crook of your neck. Letting the feeling of being inside you, and your pussy tightly wrapped around his length, sink in. “Fuck y/n, god fuck! Your so tight, shit.” Peter waits, until you adjust to his size, it felt weird at first, but you got use to it.
“You can move now.” You say, Peter kisses your neck, as he slides out, thrusting back in. Getting into a rhythm, you both start to moan. Your chest heaving up into Peter’s. He continues to pump into you, as his lips go down your neck, until he has a nipple in his mouth. You hold Peter’s head close to you as he sucks on your right nipple. Your breasts pushing into his face, every time you take breathe. He then moves to the other nipple, giving the same attention.
“So fucking hot,” He breathes onto your nipple. You let out a breathy laugh as you feel Peter inside you. Peter comes back up, taking in your lips. He fixes his position, pushing into you deeper, letting out a louder moan/scream escape your mouth. Your hand’s grip the sheets next to you, so you wouldn’t hurt Peter. “No, baby, I wanna feel everything. I wanna remember this night.” Peter sucks on your neck more. “Put your hands on me, pretty girl.” Your hands go up wrapping around his back, leaving half crescent marks and a few red scratches on him.
“God, Pete, y-you feel so good in me. Your so good, fuck Pete, fuck!” Peter went faster, hearing you praise him. But then he looked down. Seeing himself slip in and out of you brought him to the edge, his eyes looking at the beauty of being in and out of you.
“M-me too,” Peter starts going harder, hitting your walls, in the best way. His hand came between you, rubbing figure 8′s on your clit. “FUCK! Peter-peter, I’m gonna- I’m gonna!”
“Come for me, y/n, come for me baby.” Peter’s encouraging sending you to your orgasm, letting out a loud moan, your pussy, tightening around his shaft. “FUCK Baby! Fuck!” Peter didn’t stop, going faster and sloppier, his cock twitching inside you as he chased his high, soon coming in the condom, as you encouraged him on, coming down from your own high. His head falling onto your shoulder, letting out a loud muffled moan into your skin.
You both stay in that position, Peter’s arms wrapped around your torso, his head still on your shoulder, kissing you collarbone, as you stroked his hair. After a while, he pulls out of you, slipping the condom off, and throwing it away. He moves to your bathroom, grabbing a towel and coming back. He cleans you up, then himself. Putting the towel in the hamper, and coming back in the bed.
“That was amazing,” Peter says as he kisses your neck from the side, then your lips.
“Yea, it was. I’m glad it was you.” Peter smiled at you.
“Same here.” Peter pulled the covers over the both of you. “Your parents aren’t here right?” Peter asked, remembering that, this shouldn’t be the way of telling them your together. You laughed at Peter, moving closer to him.
“No there not. They’re coming back in two days. Is May okay with this?” You ask Peter, looking up at him. Peter’s hand snakes around your waist, holding you against his chest.
“Yea, I’m pretty sure.” You smile at peter, as he leans down to kiss you.
“I really like you Peter.” You mumble into the kiss. Peter smiles, kissing you again.
“I really like you too y/n. Would you make me the luckiest guy, and be my girlfriend?” Being you, your eyes widen, as you jump up. Your hands on Peters chest, your knees on the side of his body.
“For real?!” You shout. Peter laughs, as he holds your wrists.
“Yea for real?” He laughs more, “I don’t have sex with people I hate,” He says mimicking your words from earlier, but with a slight change. You roll your eyes, slapping his chest lightly. Peter rubs his hand on your bare thigh, his other hand holding the back of your neck, pulling you down for a kiss. Your in his hair as you made out. His arms wrapping around your bare torso. You lay on top of Peter, now straddling him his waist, both of you still unclothed, but at this point, you were both more than comfortable with each other. Peter pulls away for a breathe, his hands tracing your sides up and down, his eyes flickering over your body atop his, then going back to your eyes, his smile widening when you lock eyes. Still new to the feeling of your skin, and loving it with every bit of his heart. He looks into your eyes, a huge goofy-smile on his face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, his gaze burning through you, making your cheeks heat up.
“I would never think in a million years, that a kind, funny, sarcastic, badass, beautiful as fuck girl like you would like a kid like me.” You smile a Peter. Your hands on either side of his head, playing with his curls.
“Well, I would never think in a million years, that a sweet, awkward, smart, cute, and sexy as fuck guy like you would like a kid like me.” Peter pulls you in for another kiss.
“God your amazing.” He says between kisses. You smile in the kiss.
“I know.” You and Peter make-up for the rest of the night, until you fall asleep in his arms, Peter watched each breathe you took. Fuck your gorgeous and now he can call you his. His own eyes fluttering shut.
A/N: I hope y’all liked this!
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