peter and reader having a fwb kinda thing going on and she gets asked out sonpeter gets super jealous, maybe they fight she goes on the date and realizes halfway through that peter is the obe she wants
easy to love ➴ peter parker
summary: when rules are set, what would it take for them to realize that love was always the easiest choice?
pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader
warning: light smut, slight angst
w/c: 1.5k
a/n: this just got me out of my writing slump! i mean, it’s always been easy (take a shot every time you see the word “easy” lol) to daydream about tasm peter. also, this is a major breakthrough for me because this is my first smut fic (im so bad at writing smut i know) but i hope you guys still liked it!! andd send more reqs ;)
Rules are rules for a reason, right?
They shouldn’t be that hard to obey… unless you willingly put yourself in a complicated situation with your best friend since high school.
The rule was simple, easy, as you’ve said when both of you agreed on it; no strings, no feelings, no promises.
Both you and Peter thought that it was a great idea. You knew each other very well, and wasn’t it easier to be involved with someone you already know and trust? There wasn’t a need for expectations or surprises—everything felt light and easy.
It was easy to fall into a routine that you’ve accustomed yourself to. Everything was the same, and that was the comfort of it.
Peter had stumbled into your room after a late night of patrolling. The sight of him breathing heavily, sweating, hair sticking to his forehead and sporting a tired, crooked grin was enough for your mind to drift away from the paper you were writing for a class and look at him unblinking.
“You smell like the city.” You said with a blank expression.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” he teases.
“What, you making my room reek of sweat, urine and traffic? Oh yeah, that turns me on.”
Peter smirks. “Well, I can get out of your hair if you can help me get out of my suit.”
It was easy, the way you talked. Both of you wouldn’t admit but, there’s always been hints of flirting between the two of you ever since. At first, both of you didn’t notice, until the playful flirting just became reflex and a part of your ‘friendship’.
“Why did you choose spandex again?”
He ignores you and wipes his face with a towel. You stare at him. His suit half off, exposing his arms and torso.
“Because it’s satisfying to see your face when you look at me.” There’s that smirk again.
It was easy to keep ending up with Peter. The warmth he radiates, the quiet hours where your giggles and soft moans are muffled against the pillows.
You pull his hair as he thrusts and breathes against your neck. His hand playing with your thighs, slowly working his way up to lift your shirt.
Peter licks and softly bites your neck, which makes you sigh. His big, warm hand finds your breast and squeezes it, just hard enough for you to bite your bottom lip to stifle a whine.
You know he’s close when his breathing starts to be more shallow, his hot breath warming up your neck and jaw. He kisses your collar bone to suppress a moan.
His hips start to move faster, hitting the right spot every time. You bite your lip harder as he lifts his head to look at you.
“Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.”
You release a shaky breath together and stare at each other’s eyes as you finish. Your grip on his shoulders loosen as he gives you a gentle peck on the forehead and falls next to you.
It’s the times like that when everything feels easy; but were they?
Your last class of the day has ended and you wanted to head to the library to get some work done before going home. Peter mentioned that he’d be working on his web shooters and you didn’t want to keep getting interrupted by his webs flying around your place, potentially breaking some things too. Why did you think it was a good idea to be roommates with Spider-Man?
You decided to just get food from a place in campus for lunch too before heading to the library. As you enter the place, your eyes meet someone’s.
This guy from your Creative Writing class. You’ve never really talked to anyone from that class, including him, so you just nod politely.
“Hey, uh, Y/N right?”
You nod. “I really liked your last presentation, it was very thought out.”
“Oh, thanks,” you gave a small smile. “Yeah, it seems like not a lot of people took that seriously so, I kind of remembered the few people who actually did the presentation properly.” He laughs
You smile and nod, “Honestly I think many other students don’t take these classes seriously because they’re electives, but they’re very helpful because they can help boost your GPA,”
“…boost your GPA!” He says with you in unison. You laugh together.
He looks at you, “So where are you headed?”
“Oh, to the library actually,”
He nods carefully, “Um, do you want to hangout sometime? Maybe after class or something? I know a ton of different spots outside but really close to campus.”
You pause for a second, “Okay, sure,” you smiled at him. To be completely honest, you didn’t really think it through when you said yes. Next thing you know, you both have exchanged numbers and you were walking to the library.
Coming home to Peter making marry me chicken pasta for dinner felt like you were right where you’re supposed to be. Helping him in the kitchen while Gilmore Girls plays in the background just felt right and easy.
The way your fingers lightly graze each other’s, Peter standing behind you to grab a pot from the cupboard as you mice garlic on the countertop, serving each other’s plates, resting your legs on his lap as you sit together to eat and binge watch. Everything felt so… domestic. Once again, you ignored that feeling and think about the rule.
*ding*
Your phone chimes. A text from the guy from your class.
Both you and Peter instinctively look at your phone. His eyebrows scrunched, “Who’s that?”
Grabbing your phone, you replied, “Oh um, this guy from my class kind of asked me out? I don’t know. He said we should hangout,”
“Like a date?” At first you thought he would tease you, but as you met his eyes and saw his face, jaw tightened, smile faltered, you pursued your lips and blinked.
“Uh, I’m not really sure. I just thought he was nice and figured I would give it a shot, you know? Wouldn’t hurt,” you said slowly. Peter just nodded as the silence stretched, getting heavier as each second passed.
He fiddled with his fork. “So, you’ll go out with him, huh? Um…”
“Why do you sound like that?”
Still staring at his food, he says, “Like what?”
“Like you swallowed your whole plate?”
He chuckles dryly and says in a low voice, “Whatever. I don’t care, do what you want.”
Peter walks to the sink and dumps his plate then walks to his room with the door slamming behind him.
And there, all of a sudden, deciphering him wasn’t so easy. Surely he’s not… no. He set the rules. You didn’t want to be delusional. You didn’t want to think about how you feel.
You and your ‘date’ agreed to meet that night, as you walked out of your room to head to the bathroom, Peter was just walking out.
“You’re really going on that date?” He muttered quietly again, but it was still loud enough for you to hear.
You hold your breath and reply, “Yes, why does it matter?”
“It doesn’t,” he said quickly. “It shouldn’t.” He said, once more—softly, this time, as he retreats to his room.
You stared at his closed door, heart pounding. This wasn’t going to be easy.
You still went to meet the guy. The place was nice, it wasn’t too formal or date-y, but it also wasn’t boring. He was also nice, funny and showed interest. You tried to keep up, tried to match his energy, yet something feels… off.
It wasn’t easy.
He laughed yet all you could see was Peter’s smile. He talked about himself yet all you could hear was Peter talking to you about his nerdy interests. He tried touching your hand but all you can think of is your hands touching Peter’s.
How easy everything was, how comfortable, how natural.
You had to excuse yourself from your ‘date’, quickly muttering something about a stomachache and hurried away too fast that he couldn’t even finish asking if he can drop you off.
None of it really mattered to you. All you could think about was how you feel. The feelings that you tried so hard to suppress; now, you can feel them all at once.
Your chest tight, your breathing shallow and your heart racing as you walked through the hallway to Peter’s room.
His door was slightly ajar, he was sitting on his desk, twirling a pencil in his hand but seemed to be staring in blank space.
His head turned when he heard the door creak. “You’re home early,”
You breathed. “Yeah. I think I just realized something important.”
His eyes gleamed, cautious but hopeful. “What’s that?”
You walked towards him, heart pounding.
“That it’s easy to disregard the rules when it comes to you.”
Silence stretched out between the two of you for what felt like ages, until Peter stood up and closed the gap between you.
“Everything is easy when it comes to you.” He says, looking in your eyes and leaning in to kiss you.
