Rivals!Spider-Man x Fem!reader
Summary: Being in love with a man who has been your best friend since childhood is rough. Seeing him date other women was even rougher, since it seemed he only viewed you as a good friend and a fellow hero to fight alongside. But tonight, the universe finally gives you a chance to confess to the handsome Peter Parker after almost meeting death in the eye.
Characters: Peter Parker, Reader, Felicia Hardy, Green Goblin
Warning/Tags: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), outdoor sex, no use of y/n, childhood friends to lovers, some violence, some plot, cursing, Felicia is your wingwoman, accidental love confession, non-consensual choking but not from Peter, strangulation, comfort, kissing, begging, nipple play, vaginal fingering, mutual masturbation, sex on spider webbing, p in v sex, creampie, light aftercare, no beta we die like Uncle Ben
A/N: I recommend listening to the song No Promises by Icehouse when you get to the smut. That song fueled it heavily lol
Been really loving Spider-Man lately, so I thought I'd write a fanfic of the Rivals version of him—apologies for any spelling and grammatical errors and ooc moments of Peter. The link to the fic on AO3 is in the title. Hope you enjoy! Any likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated :D
Dividers Credit: @/firefly-graphics
One year before the Timestream Entanglement
You sigh adoringly as you watch Peter go to work on some criminals from the distance on top of a rooftop of an apartment building.
Peter was fighting off three robbers in your guys' favorite bodega while the owner, Mrs. Rivera, crouched behind the cash register to hide from the action. You see him shooting his webs at the robbers to land punches or random objects to get the knockout on them. You could practically hear the corny jokes he'd crack during fights.
Your breath quickens when you see one of the robbers was about to stab Peter, but you knew his spider-senses would save him. Peter ducked down before the man could position himself to slash him, planted his hands on the ground, whipped his legs backward, then forward to deliver a powerful kick to the man's chest. It immediately launched the robber outside on the sidewalk, knocking him cold.
You've been doing this for the past three weeks now. Whenever you had free time from fighting crime and college work, you would sometimes follow Peter in the shadows during his daily patrols to watch him and admire his work as Spider-Man.
You admit, it kinda felt creepy doing this, but is it really creepy if the guy happens to be your best friend since you were kids?
Yes, it is. Stop lying to yourself.
Peter webbed the robbers together against a light pole outside, then dusted off his suit afterward. Mrs. Rivera got up from the counter, hugged Peter, and then shook both his hands.
You feel a quiet ache blooming in your heart as you imagine Peter's sweet boyish smile, whilst seeing the eyes of his mask crinkle upward as he shakes her hands back. He then started helping Mrs. Rivera by mopping up spilled soda and beer from the bodega floor while she picked up broken snack bags and put them in the trash.
Peter Parker has been your best friend since you were seven years old; your father had to relocate to New York after he was promoted at his company. It wasn't an easy transition for you at the time since you had to leave your friends, school, and favorite restaurants when you came to Queens. It didn't help that you were being bullied as the new kid at the time, but Peter saw you were struggling and befriended you by helping with your math homework in the school library. Multiplication wasn't easy for your little mind at the time.
While he was teaching you what five times six equals, you both started talking about your favorite cartoons, games, animals, and colors. Ever since that day, you and Peter have been inseparable. But that led to something unfortunate for you.
You've been crushing on him hard since high school.
The ache still lingers in your heart as your mind starts to think about Peter's face again. His wavy brown hair, his dreamy hazel eyes, his strong brows and face, his intelligence, his hopefulness, his kindness, the way his nose flares when he's hyper-focused on a subject during class in ESU, the way his eyes light up when he's talking about anything science-related with you, the way he always knows how to cheer you up with that beautiful heart of his, the way he is determined to be best hero he can be for New York even after public scrutiny by John Jonah Jameson. The comforting warmth of his body when he hugs you or when you are leaning against him on the couch during movie nights. The way his hand lately seems to brush against yours as you walk together.
Oh, how you longed to confess to him after all these years of hiding it and say how much you've loved him from the depths of your heart. But… you never dared to take that leap.
There was always something that stopped you from doing it. Either you were too focused on studies, hero duties, and family drama, or it was MJ. Mainly, it was MJ. You were no match for her, and it felt hopeless to compete. It didn't help that Peter grew a huge crush on her during Freshman year of high school, and the pair started dating afterward. Sure, they were on and off with each other a lot, but it was no use getting in their way. It really hurt you to see Peter be with someone else, but you just came to accept that Peter would never see you in a romantic light. All that matters to you is that Peter is happy with whoever he chooses to be with, even if it breaks your heart and makes your eyes water.
Peter's happiness will always be more important than yours.
"Hey, gorgeous, I see you are doing your nightly stalking of sweet ol' Petey." A playful, sultry voice came up from behind you.
Your blood runs cold in your veins, and your eyes widen. Your hand quickly reaches for your handgun. You turn around and aim it at the person to see it's your trusted friend, Felicia Hardy. She raises her hands and gives a casual smile. "Whoa, sweetie, it's just me."
You let out a shaky sigh paired with an aggravated groan and put your handgun back in your holster. "Fee-Fee, you can't sneak up on me like that. I could have hurt you." You whined and sat back down on the edge of the building's rooftop.
Felicia chuckles, then sits next to you. "My bad, I forgot how skittish you are."
You both stared down at Peter, who was now sweeping up chips, candy, and baked goods with Mrs. Rivera after mopping up the drinks. Then you noticed, out of the corner of your eye, Felicia giving you a sympathetic look. "You can't keep doing this to yourself," she says, putting a hand on your shoulder. "You have to tell him eventually."
"No, I do not." You sigh sorrowfully as you put your hand over hers. "Peter is with MJ. He's been pinning for that woman since we were teenagers." Your heart shattered saying it, "He never showed any interest in me growing up anyway. He…he only sees me as a friend and a trusted hero ally. Nothing more, nothing less." Your vision blurred as tears threatened to flow out and pinched your lips together.
You hated this. You wanted to scream to the night sky how much you loathe this pain in your chest. How much you wanted to make Peter Parker yours and yours alone. But you knew how useless and selfish it was to wish that. Peter chose MJ, not you. Sucks to sucks. You'll move on eventually.
You fought back the tears and swallowed the lump in your throat as you turned to face Felicia. "Besides, I am no homewrecker. I love Peter, but I am not ruining a relationship just because of my own self-centered wants." You insisted, pained and resentful.
Felicia's green eyes lit up, and she gave you her signature smug look. "Wait, did our handsome spider not tell you yet?"
You pulled your hand away from hers and furrowed your brows in confusion. "Tell me what?" You asked.
Felicia leaned over close to your ear to whisper. "You didn't hear this from me, but when I was hopping from rooftop to rooftop many nights ago, when I couldn't find anything interesting to steal. I landed on one with Peter, who was talking with that fire friend of his while they were on patrol. But apparently, our beloved webslinger broke up with MJ because he fell out of love with her eight weeks ago."
Your eyes widen, and you feel adrenaline pump into your blood. "What…?" The word tumbled out as a fragile whisper. "You better not be playing with me, Felicia."
"I'm not!" She exclaimed. "I know I lie and steal, and Peter and I had a passionate fling before, but I wouldn't lie to you when it comes to that man. So, stop this whole light stalking thing you've been doing for weeks and finally spill your heart out to him!"
A subtle surge of confidence flows through you like a wave. Maybe Felicia is right. This is your chance to admit your actual feelings for Peter. All these years of longing and pining can all end now.
But then a rush of anxiety hits you hard.
What if Peter says no? What if he laughs at you? What if he gets back with MJ? What if he does say yes, but the relationship doesn't work out, and the friendship ends up ruined? So many what-if scenarios ran through your head that a headache was starting to form. It's too risky…
She clenched her jaw. "What do you mean you can't?! The opportunity is right there!"
"I just can't, Felicia…" You start to fidget with your fingers to try to calm yourself. "It's too unpredictable with what will happen if I do make my move. I don't want to lose Peter as my best friend. I don't know what I will do with myself if I lose him all because I confessed. Peter and I…we're better off as friends." You murmured.
You turned to Felicia; her striking eyes were fully narrowed at you now. "I swear to god I am going to slap you."
"You heard me! I'm tired of hearing your moaning and groaning over not being with Peter!" Felicia grumbled as she rubbed her brows.
You were so taken aback by her that you shut your mouth as she kept ranting on.
"Look, I understand. It is risky to admit your love for someone, especially to your best friend. I find it hard for me to be vulnerable with anyone fully, but I don't want you to live with regret your whole life because you were too afraid to take that leap," she said, pointing at you. "I am saying this with love, darling, but quit overthinking like an insecure child and go get that man before MJ or some other woman does!" Felicia commanded.
She was right. You knew it deep down. That regret will eat you alive if you don't speak up. You have to do it…even with your heart beating like crazy, you must go for it.
But how and when, though?
You jumped slightly at the buzzing of your phone. You dug into your back pocket and checked who texted you. You gasped as you scrolled through your notifications.
Message Received: Saturday, 11:10 pm
Petey :D: Yo! You still up?
You turn to Felicia as you show her the text. Felicia nods, encouraging you to text back. You take a deep breath and start texting back.
You: Haha yeah, can't sleep at all at the moment. Just chilling til I pass out
Petey :D: Good cuz I'm coming over :)
Your cheeks flush from this. You feel Felicia wrap herself around you in a hug to watch what the two of you were texting.
You: Whoa, tiger, shouldn't you be doing your nightly patrol of the city at this moment?
Petey :D: I did, and surprisingly crime is low for once tonight. Helps that some X-Men are out on the streets tonight, too. So what better way to spend my free time than with my favorite person in the whole wide world? ;p
"Oh, our Spider is such a charmer." Felicia teased as she squished her cheek against yours to get a better view of your phone.
"S-Shut up." You stammered, heat creeping up your neck.
You: Trying to butter me up, huh? My room is a mess right now; you don't want to see it. Trust me.
Felicia groans and pinches your arm, causing you to yelp. "Don't screw this up!"
Petey: Doesn't matter to me. My room is way worse than yours. Besides, I really need to tell you something important.
Your breath caught in your throat. Was Peter gonna tell you about him and MJ breaking up?
You: Oh? Is everything okay, Peter? ( ͡• _•)
Petey :D: It'll be better if I tell you in person. So…can I come over? :D
You: Okay okay fine you can come over
Petey :D: Sweet! I'll be there in ten minutes, still waiting on cops picking up some robbers I just stopped. Can't wait to see you <3
"Honey, you've got to go now."
You immediately got up and were about to jump across to the next rooftop, but Felicia grabbed you by the collar of your shirt. You turned to her with a raised eyebrow, "Yes, Fee-Fee?"
"Well, since I told you some valuable information about dear ol' Petey. Hope you know you now owe me." Felicia said with a smirk.
You roll your eyes while sighing loudly, "What the hell do you want then?"
"I expect coordinates for the next high-end jewelry auction on my phone by the morning, and no meddling in my thievery for the whole week, or I am gonna be the one that steals your man again if you don't confess tonight."
Your eyes narrowed, and your nose flared at her as you swatted her hand off your collar. "You'll get your coordinates tomorrow, but don't even dare to try any of your flirtatious bullshit with Peter, Fee-Fee. It's my turn this time." You stated with a stiff finger pointing at her.
A radiant, proud smile spread across Felicia's face, then she grabbed your face and kissed your cheek. "Atta girl." You blinked at her, confusion just filling your senses—then you heard police sirens in the distance. That was your cue to leave.
"Text me how it goes, sweetie."
You nod at her, then you finally jump from rooftop to rooftop to head back to your apartment.
Landing with ease, you finally reached your apartment building, jumped down the fire escape, and opened your bedroom window. Panting and wiping the sweat off your brow, you put your gun and holster back in its usual spot in your room, then ran into your bathroom. You quickly strip off your clothes and run a quick shower to get rid of the smell of the city.
Afterward, you dry yourself off, put on your best lotion that isn't too strong for Peter's senses, fix your hair so it looks decent, and put on your comfy pajamas that show a bit of cleavage. You walk to your bed and fix it up so it looks like you were tossing and turning, fluffing the pillows, making the flat sheet and the comforter all crinkled and messy.
You take a step back and nod proudly at your work. Peter will definitely think you've been here the whole time and not out there watching him in secret. Hopefully.
The empty feeling in the pit of your stomach returned. Your mouth went dry, and your heart palpitated once more. Your nerves were through the roof again, but you tried to swallow it down and gently slapped your cheeks.
You closed your eyes and started the mental exercises you've been doing since you became a hero all those years ago. You have faced many threats and monsters before; a simple confession should not be terrifying for you.
You needed to get your shit together.
You snap out of your inner thoughts when you hear a distant 'thwip' and 'psssh' outside. You gasped. Peter was close.
You swiftly open your window fully for him and jump into your bed, then sit up. You grab the romance book you've been reading for the past two days from your nightstand to try to look normal.
With a crisp 'pop,' Peter landed onthe fire escape stairs and crawled through your window.
You look up from your book and swallow some saliva to moisten your mouth. "Hey, webhead." You casually said, trying not to sound nervous or overly happy.
Peter closes your window and curtains, then removes his mask. He ruffles his hair, then his eyes lit up as he grins at you. "Ah, if it isn't my best friend in the whole world."
Peter then flopped onto your bed beside you and let out a satisfied sigh. "Aye!" You closed your book and laid it on your lap, then snapped your fingers at him. "Aye! You know my rule about you lying on my bed in your dirty suit." You tried to sound strict, but you knew you sounded too happily lax to be taken seriously.
"Oh, come on, bend the rules for me just this once." He gave you puppy eyes, a trick that always works on you.
You roll your eyes at him and giggle, "No can do, Petey. I don't want my sheets smelling like the streets of Manhattan."
"But we love the smell of hard work on ourselves." Peter winked at you as he clasped his hands behind his head.
"You are ridiculous." You said, a slow smile curving your lips. "I am sure we both don't like smelling like blood, sweat, and possibly sewage water." You softly poked his cheek.
"Oh, please let me relax here, fair lady of the bedstead." He jokingly begged as he dug into the web bag he was holding onto when he came into your room. "I bought you your favorite chips from our favorite bodega." He emphasized while shaking your favorite bag of chips in front of your face.
You chuckle, then take it. "Still no, fair lord of spiders. You know where your spare clothes are after you wash up." Pointing at the bathroom.
Peter let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine, I respect you too much to go against your rules." he put his hand on your cheek and rubbed small circles with his thumb. You felt a comforting heat on your skin. You looked into his hazel eyes and felt your smile turn bashful. "You can use my body wash and shampoo that you love so much to make up for distracting your rest."
He watched you thoughtfully—a fleeting, timid smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Thanks, I won't take long. Scout's honor." He hesitantly let go of your cheek, walked into your bathroom, and closed the door.
You put your hand against your cheek, already missing the warmth of his palm. You sigh, get out of bed, and start mentally preparing your confession. You start to fidget your fingers together again since your anxiety struck up. You close your eyes and take some deep breaths, trying to use the muffled sounds of your shower to calm your mind.
You open your eyes when you hear Peter open the door.
Wow, that man is fast with showers
"I have to go now." Peter interrupted as he put his suit back on.
You blinked at him, confused by his sudden change in attitude. "What? What's wrong?"
Peter gave you his phone while he dried his hair—you looked at it, and your heart sank when you saw the infamous Dr. Doom and the frightening Green Goblin engaging in a tense conversation. You shivered as you looked back at Peter. "Oh no…who sent you this pic?"
"Dr. Richard. He's telling me to go and shut down Goblin's secret base that is located on the East River waterfront in Brooklyn." He explained as he put his mask back on.
Your jaw stiffens as a slight annoyance washes over you. You know, Mr. Fantastic wasn't deliberately blocking you from confessing, but damn, his timing couldn't be worse. All well. You choose this hero's life. You'll have to tell Peter afterward.
"I'm going with you." You immediately grab your hero outfit, gun, grappling hook, utility belt, and electric whip that Johnny gifted you two birthdays ago.
"I was hoping you would say that." He chuckled warmly.
"Hey, turn around. I need to change." You motion your hand in a horizontal circle at Peter.
"Oh right, sorry!" Peter instantly turns around and stares at the wall.
You zip up your stretchy black bodysuit with micro-armor woven inside and start placing all your weapons in the right compartments. "So why the hell is Dr. Doom working with Goblin? I thought that weirdo preferred to work alone."
"No idea. Dr. Richard can't think of anything either, but maybe he's finally trying to make friends instead of sulking on that throne of his for once?" He remarked as he swung his arms side to side.
You giggle as you clip the utility belt around your hips. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's get going, webhead." You grab your grappling hook and crawl out your window, aiming it at a building.
But before you could pull the trigger, Peter stood in front of you with his hands up. "Whoa, my friend, no need to swing yourself there."
"Um…Peter, it's the only way I can get there. Can't really use the trains since that will take too long…" You said, dumbfounded. Peter then turned his back to you and went down on one knee. "That's why you are hopping a ride on me instead. Come on! It will be way faster." He insisted as he patted his back.
Your throat tightened, and you felt your cheeks flush again. "Alright, alright, fine. Since you insisted." You cleared your throat, briskly put your hands on his shoulders, and wrapped your legs around his waist. You were already leaning into the warmth of his body; his firm muscles straining against his spider suit felt so nice to touch. "Sorry if I am heavy."
"You're kidding? You are light as a feather to me." He stood on the stair railing, slinked a web to a building, and test-pulled it. "Here we go!" You both then start swinging from building to building. You let out a thrilled, accelerated scream as the wind blows in your face and you hear the familiar honks of Manhattan, people yelling at each other, the sirens of the NYPD, the harsh sounds of the private sanitation trucks' brakes as they clean the sidewalks. Tonight felt so weirdly magical.
"Oh, I've been meaning to tell you that important thing I texted you earlier about," Peter said.
You start to prepare yourself in case it was bad news about Aunt May, but you're hoping he's gonna admit he's been in love with you the whole time. "Oh yeah. What's up?"
"Eight weeks ago, MJ and I broke up…again. And we are for sure done with each other now. We are still gonna be friends, thankfully." He stated coolly as we started to swing under the Williamsburg Bridge.
Act surprised. Act surprised! ACT SURPRISED!
"O-oh! I'm…so sorry, Petey. That's…really devastating to learn. I'm glad you two are settled on being friends. But w-wow again, I'm very sorry." You tried to play dumb, but you know Peter will read through your bullshit act real quick.
Peter ever so slightly turned his head at you when he landed on one of the street lamps. "You don't sound shocked." He pointed out.
"I-I am!" You shot back, your words tripping over themselves.
Peter snorted, "You are such a bad liar. It's okay, I know you are so used to hearing about me and MJ breaking up a lot."
You cleared your throat and wrapped your arms around his neck as he hopped from lamppost to lamppost again. "Why did you take so long to tell me, though?" You asked.
"I needed to sort out my feelings about something first before I made a huge step, trust me." He assured you.
Huh? Sort his feelings out? About what?
"Eh? What do you mean by that? I thought you said you and MJ are over for sure now." You questioned. You swore to God, if Fe-Fe led you on about Peter being single, you were gonna kill her.
"Oh, we are. But it will be better if I explain it to you after this goblin mess is over with." He timidly said.
You were getting frustrated with him. Why the hell was he being so cryptic with you? Why can't he just say the damn thing and get it over with? A pang of guilt hit you in the chest when you realized how hypocritical you were. You were being such a pussy to say anything about your feelings for him. But in your defense, you were gonna say it till Mr. Fantastic and Green Goblin came to ruin the moment.
You felt that pit of nerves grow in your stomach again, and your heart plapped unevenly, but you swallowed it down and cleared your throat again. "Um, Petey, there's something I need to tell you too." You felt your voice shake as you instinctively started tracing the lines of his suit.
"Is everything okay? You sound really nervous." He probed gently. "It's not your dad again, is it? I swear I'll web his mouth shut if I have to." You chuckled at him. "No, it's not that. It's a whole different thing that I should've told you a long time ago." Peter landed on the roof of an abandoned office building and turned to look at you. "What is it?"
You let out a shaky breath, unwrap your legs and arms from him, and plant your feet on the roof. Even with his mask on, you still feel a cold sweat forming on your temple. You clench and unclench your hands and stare into the eyes of his mask. "Peter…I…I've been-"
A muffled boom echoed through the night, causing you and Peter to turn towards the sound. You saw an eerily green cloud of smoke rising from one of the abandoned waterfront warehouses—the Green Goblin's hidden base. You inhale sharply, close your eyes, and clench your fists as your body goes hot with annoyance. You're just starting to think some god from above is purposely stopping you from confessing. Or maybe Loki has something to do with this somehow.
"Put a pin on that, friend. We have a goblin to stop." Peter instantly wraps his arm around your stiff waist. "Yeah…I'll tell you after this then." You said, defeated, as you once again wrapped your arm around Peter's and held on to him as you both swung to the warehouse.
God, if you were here alone to deal with the goblin, Norman's death would be all over the news by the morning with how piss off you are.
You and Peter landed against the warehouse wall, and Peter opened a window on the second floor. You crawl through it first and hit the ground with a hard thump, while Peter lands gracefully in silence.
You smirk at him and whisper, "Showoff."
Peter shrugs, "Can't help it."
You lightly smack his chest, then point down when you see Goblin's hideout on the bottom floor. "Looks like the weirdo has been staying here. Let's check it." You both drop to the bottom floor and see the weird cleanliness that was the Green Goblin's lair in this filthy warehouse. To say it was a mess was an understatement. Wires were neatly lined up on the floor and walls to some small machines and screens that show a good part of New York. His bombs and other gadgets were neatly sorted against one another in some makeshift cabins the goblin probably made himself—a repair bay where he would park his guilder's after fights. The smell of all sorts of chemicals filled the air of the warehouse; you didn't know what kind they were, but god, it was awful. And a used mattress lay on the floor with a flattened pillow and thin blanket.
You hear Peter whisper your name, and you turn to him when you see he was staring at a board full of drawings of weapons, future evil plans, and disses on Dr. Doom. But at the center of it all were drawings of odd-shaped, pentagon-like things called Chronoverse. Each drawing had just a bunch of question marks and theories written or scratched out with a pen.
"Chronoverse?" Peter mummered as he scratched his head at the board. "I never heard of an element like that during chemistry class."
You try not to giggle while you stare at the drawings. "This doesn't seem earthly either. Maybe it's something magical. Take some pictures of it for Dr. Richards." Peter nodded, took out his phone, and started taking photos of the board and hideout.
This was all really strange, though. Usually Goblin would've had booby-traps arranged everywhere in his hideouts so no one could get into them or make it out alive. You guessed this was one he deemed unimportant enough not to protect. But still…this all felt easy. Too easy. Goblin loved being a nuisance to everyone just for the fun of it. Hell, he would trip a kid on the street just because he wanted to.
What the hell was going on…?
While Peter takes photos of Goblin's weapons, you hear a faint beeping and feel the hairs on your arms stand on end. You turn your head in every direction until you realize it's coming from the board. You slowly walk up to it to see a small yellow light blinking in the center of the chronoverse drawing. Your eyes widen when you realize why this hideout had no protection at all. The whole damn place was a sitting booby trap. And you and Peter walked right into it like a bunch of idiots.
Adrenaline shot through your veins as you turned to Peter. "Peter! We need to go! The whole hideout is a-"
It was too late. The bomb went off; you and Peter were sent flying by the force of the blast. Peter crashed into a wall while you slammed into one of the stone pillars as the flames burned and withered away any evidence that the Goblin was staying in the warehouse. Peter groaned from the impact of the bomb but was able to get up no problem.
You groaned as well while you tried to sit up, but you flinched in pain since you landed on the pillar with your back. "Fuck!" You yelped loudly. Peter immediately crawled to your side and put his hand on your back. "Are you okay? Nothing is broken, right?" Peter asked anxiously.
You tried to ignore the pain pulsing in your back as you gave him a reassuring smile. "Y-yea. Just my back took a nasty hit."
Peter wiped the dirt off your face and offered his other hand to help you back up on your feet. You took it, planted your knees on the ground, and made yourself stand up. "We need to go. Goblin just played us, and you need med-"
A wicked maniacal laugh echoes through the warehouse. You gasp as you let go of Peter's hands and have your gun at the ready while he lies low in his signature pose. Then there the Green Goblin swoops in from a broken window, letting out another villainous cackle as he stares down at you and Peter. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite meddling clowns. You have a lot of nerve barging into one of my lairs without a welcome gift."
You disengage the safety on your gun while Peter stands up. "The jig is up, Goblin. What are you and Dr. Doom planning?"
"Doom? That simpleton? I would never work with a fool like him!" Goblin exclaimed.
"Don't you dare lie to us. We have seen a pic of you two meeting together in Harlem as proof." You said, furrowing your brows. Goblin groaned as he rubbed his temple. "I knew that stingy building wasn't proper to hide us…"
"Talk, Goblin! We are not in the mood for your games." Peter stated firmly.
"Fine, you want to know so bad?! That nitwit was trying to use me, my money, and my company to research some made-up magical thing called Chronoverse." Goblin explained while flinging his arms around in frustration. "Doom is getting so desperate in finding the source of it that he's gonna ask that doctor for help."
You and Peter look at each other as Goblin keeps ranting about Dr. Doom and other mindless things. "I guess old Doctor Dork is trying to use this 'Chronoverse' to do some damage if he's getting this angsty for help," Peter whispered.
You nod at him and lean into his ear, "It's kinda funny that old metal head is obsessing over this magical thing instead of Mrs. Richard's for once. Who knew that Goblin would be dragged into it." You murmured, holding in a giggle.
Peter snickers, "You think Doom was all big and dramatic when he was meeting with Greeny over-"
"Hey, are you two even listening to me?!" Goblin whines loudly.
Peter immediately shuts up, and you both stand still. "You two has piss me off for the last time! First, you entered my lair unannounced; second, you accuse me of working with some useless scrounger; and third, you choose to ignore my glorious rambling over licking each other's ears. I had enough!" Goblin screamed, then launched a large net directly at you, wrapping your whole body in it. You fell to the ground, and you felt the net tighten around you. Peter yelled your name, about to get on his knees to help you, but the Goblin snatched him in his glider, and the two started fighting.
Your heart was pounding, and you started spurting many curses as you struggled to get your tactical knife in your hidden pocket. "I've been a hero since I was fifteen years old, and I fell for the oldest, dumbest trick in the book. A damn net gun." You were breathing irregularly as you barely got the knife out and started cutting the net from the side. You turned your head up as best you could and saw Peter landing some hits on Goblin, but Goblin threw Peter to the ground and pounced on him.
After you free your right arm, you start cutting across your chest, then start ripping down to the legs. Sweat beaded on your temple as you kicked the net aside. Right when you were about to jump into action to help Peter, you were slammed against the wall by Goblin's guilder. Your back pulsated in pain once more as blades came out of the guilder and slammed near each side of your waist, getting trapped once again. "Oh come on!" You snapped as you slammed on the guilder.
Suddenly, the Goblin jumped onto his guilder and looked at you with a crazed look in his cold, bright-yellow eyes. "Hello, my dear." Goblin mockingly greeted you.
Even though your back ached so much, you still showed him no fear, bared your teeth, and snarled at him. "Goblin, leave her alone!" Peter swung down, about to land a kick on him, but Goblin launched a net at Peter, and Peter groaned as he hit the ground. The net tightened around him as he desperately uttered your name, trying to break free.
The horror stole the breath from your lungs, leaving you unable to make a sound. You wanted to scream his name, but you stood frozen and helpless to the Goblin. "Don't touch her! I'll kill you, Goblin! I swear it!" Peter snapped. This was so bizarre. Peter always knew how to keep his cool during fights. You've never seen him lose it when you got pinned by whatever villain you two were fighting together. You shook your head and snapped out of your frozen state as you got your gun out, aimed right at Goblin's head, and pulled the trigger.
But nothing happened. The bullets didn't fire.
Your eyes widened as you felt your heart stop. There was no way you forgot to reload your gun before a mission. You dropped the gun as you grabbed your whip, only to see it wasn't turning on either. Your body broke into a cold sweat as you let out shaky breaths, and you stiffened at the Goblin's gaze. "Impossible…" was all you could say.
"You like the net? Microtechnology to disarm any weapon you have on you. Oh, my genius mind knows no bounds." Goblin smugly states, putting his hands on his hips. That means your grappling hook was also down, your whole utility belt, and Peter's web shooters were too.
Shit. This fucker…this could be the end of both of you.
You couldn't meet Goblin's arrogant stare. Instead, you locked eyes with Peter's masked ones. All reasonable senses shut down, and you finally spilled your guts out to him. "Peter, I love you! I've been in love for so long! My heart only wants you, no one else!" You shouted from the top of your lungs, and you felt that all of New York probably heard you. Peter's masked eyes widened as he tensed up in the net. He said your name breathlessly, and you felt tears threatening to fall.
Goblin sighs dramatically as he grabs you harshly by the scalp. "Must you always draw attention to yourself when it should be about me?" He hissed maliciously. You frown at him and spit on his face. "Fuck you, Goblin!"
Goblin cries out in disgust as he wipes your spit off his mask. "That's it. I think you forget who's in charge, my dear." Goblin then wraps his other clawed hand around your throat. "It's me! The Green Goblin! And I had enough of your soap opera antics with Spider-Man here." You put both your hands on his and tried to break free of his grip, but it was impossible; Goblin was way too strong.
Peter screamed your name again and flailed around to escape his net. Goblin looked down at Peter and let out another sickly laugh. "Oh, Spider-Man, doesn't this bring you good memories? I feel a strange surge of déjà vu; it feels like I am holding that blonde girl, Gwen Stacy, again. Only this one here seems more important to you." He shakes you violently. "How sweet of her to confess to you. You two have been fighting together for so long that I honestly thought you were already a couple. But maybe I should remind you why you should always fear me." With that, Goblin flies toward the open hole in the warehouse roof while Peter lets out a blood-curdling 'no' as Goblin ascends higher into the night sky.
Your lungs burn; the pulse in your head pounds as it slows, and your vision narrows. Fear and panic start to overtake your body as adrenaline floods your veins. Goblin's eerie laughter echoed in your ears as you scratched and punched his arm. Goblin stopped flying and held you out as he stared into your eyes and slightly loosened his grip on your throat. "I'm sorry, my dear, but this is where your story ends."
A roll of nausea struck your stomach as you looked down; you were at least 30 meters in the air. There was no way you could survive this fall, especially with your gear shut down and Peter trapped in that damn net. This really was the end of you. This isn't how you wanted to go out. If you were to die, you hoped it would be during an epic battle protecting Earth, surrounded by loved ones, or in Peter's arms. Well…at least you told Peter the truth before you fell to your death.
Maybe in another life, you two would be together happily.
Right when you were about to pass out from lack of oxygen, a swish of white hair suddenly appeared. You saw Felicia kick him right on his jaw, and Goblin let go of you and fell off his glider. You wanted to scream, but instead you let out a harsh cough and inhaled some air as you fell. Felicia hopped on Goblin's glider and launched her grappler at you, grabbing you by the stomach. She then started to swing you side to side and fling you up towards the alleyway of the warehouses. "Don't worry, sweetie, Petey got you!"
You let out a raspy scream as you descend to the ground, then felt Peter's web wrap around you. He roughly tugs you towards the alleyway, and you land on an artificial spider web. You blink, feeling incredibly dazed from being practically tossed around by everyone.
Peter crawls down the web toward you, takes off his mask, and gently puts his hands on your face. "A-are…are you okay?" He asked, panicked and out of breath.
You try to speak, but your throat burned from the aftershock of Goblin choking you, and you start coughing again and wheezing to breathe properly. Peter's eyes widen, and he rips his webbings off of you, then digs into his hidden pocket and hands you a glowing bluish-purple orb. "Here, hold still." Peter consoled you as he delicately pressed the orb into your chest. "Felicia said it should heal you up."
The orb faded into your chest, and your body glowed from it for a second. Suddenly, all the pain and swelling on your body magically faded away. Your throat wasn't burning or swollen, your back wasn't aching anymore, and you could talk properly again. You put your hand on your chest and inhaled, then exhaled. You don't know what the hell that orb was, but thank god Peter had it. "Oh god…that was…terrifying. Zero out of ten…would not do that again." You let out a strained laugh and looked at Peter.
You stared into his dark hazel eyes; they were slightly puffy from crying and glassy. You put your hand on his face and stroked his cheek. He instantly leaned into your touch and sighed in contentment. Peter turned his head towards your hand and gave it a small peck. "I thought…I thought I'd lost you…" You stopped circling his cheek, and your eyes widened. You felt Peter wrap his arms around your waist and draw your bodies closer together. Peter then leaned toward your face as he closed his eyes. Your cheeks and the tips of your ears started to burn, but you swallowed your shyness and leaned forward, too.
You felt sparks fly the moment your lips touched.
All that waiting, longing, and dreaming finally paid off.
You are kissing Peter Parker.
Your bodies start to melt into each other as Peter deepens the kiss. You feel Peter shyly lick your bottom lip, asking you to let him put his tongue in your mouth. You giggle into the kiss and let him. You both start to passionately make-out now, your tongues swirling with each other as you rake your hand through his hair. Peter puts his knee between your crotch and starts to rub against it lightly. You let out a strangled noise as you broke the kiss.
You both were panting, staring into each other's eyes. His eyes were dilated, heavy-lidded, and his cheeks were so flushed. He looked so cute to you.
He whispered your name again in a sultry voice and let his hand travel to the zipper of your bodysuit. "Can…can I…can we-"
"Oh, Peter!" A familiar teasing voice called out from the sky.
You and Peter let out frustrated sighs as you both turned your gaze upward and saw Felicia riding Goblin's glider while Goblin himself lay unconscious, tied up in ropes. "Yes, Felicia?" Peter asked as his other hand rubbed your inner thigh, causing your pussy to throb.
"Don't forget you owe me too! I'd better see you at five tomorrow for our mini date!" Felicia said with a proud smile. Peter sighed in defeat, "I know! I'll be there! Can you give us some privacy, please?!"
Felicia put his hands up and laughed, "Alright, alright, I'll drop off this freak at the nearest police station like you asked! Have fun, love birds!" With that, Felicia flew off into the night.
Peter exhaled a long, heavy breath and laid his head on your chest. You gave him a deadpan stare while stroking his hair. "A date, huh?"
Peter let out a muffled 'Nuh-uh' as he nuzzled between your breasts. "Not like that. Just want coordinates to some high-end artist bidding that's happening this week. Nothing romantic. I made that clear to her; my heart belongs to you only." He mumbled the last part.
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard it. Did he…truly feel the same way all this time? "Repeat that, Peter." You said in a faltered voice.
Peter lifts his head and smiles at you. " My heart belongs to you only." He gives you a quick kiss. "I…I've truly been in love with you for so long, and I never realized it til eight weeks ago, like an idiot."
You blink at him, mouth agape, in confusion. "But…you and MJ…and Felicia at some point…you never showed any sign of being into me. I…don't understand." You pause, searching his face for any sign of a joke. But you know Peter better than anyone else; he wouldn't joke about something like this, especially with a woman's feelings.
Peter grabs your face, leans in to touch your forehead with his, and takes a deep breath. "That's what I wanted to tell you earlier: that I love you so much. That I want to date you and spoil you as best I can. I honestly loved that idea of MJ, but not the real her. With Felicia, it was real at one point, but, you know, our lifestyles are far too different for us to end up happily together. But you, you have been there for me since the beginning. From Uncle Ben's death to protecting me from bullies in school, getting my powers when that spider bit me, when Gwen died, and the whole symbiote bond mess that happened. It was you. It has always been you. You love me not only as Spider-Man but also as Peter Parker. I was too much of a fool to recognize that in the past, and I am sorry for that. I love you…I love you so much. So please…can I show you how much I love you by making love to you right here, right now?"
You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you listen to every word from Peter. All this time…the spark was there; you two were just too scared to make the move. In a way, you were the fool too. Well, there is plenty of time to make up for it now; you two are only in your mid-twenties after all.
A smile grew on your face. "Oh, Peter, you sweet dork." You then kissed him again and started leaving small pecks on his face. "Please…stop talking about anything else and just fuck me here on your beautiful web." You said, hooking your finger into the hidden zipper of his suit.
A deep flush rose across his cheeks, but Peter's eyes burned with a raw predatory warmth. A tentative grin touched his lips. "Oh, with great pleasure," and Peter kisses you again.
As you make out again, Peter unzips your hero suit slowly as he slowly kisses down your neck now. The cool air hits your skin instantly, and goosebumps prickle all over. You kick off your boots, weapons, and utility belt, then send them off somewhere on the web as you unzip Peter's suit too. Peter also followed the notion and took off his web slingers and boots.
Peter slowly peeled off your suit down to your hips in a teasing manner. Once your breasts were free, your nipples hardened from the coolness of the night. A quick flush spread across your face as you looked at Peter, who was enamored with them. "God…you're so beautiful." He licked his lips as his hand slid up your ribs. "Can I touch you?"
You gave a silent nod, and Peter tenderly put one hand on your breast. His warm palm cupped around it, and the pleasurable sensation traveled down to your clit. He held it as if it were a delicate jewel and stared in breathless awe. This wasn't your first time having sex; you'd been around the block before, but God, Peter makes it feel magical with his touch.
"I'm sorry for my crudeness, but your tits…they're so…amazing." Peter leans in, and you feel his warm breath against your skin. "Don't be afraid to tell me if I am being rough." He puts his thumb right on your nipple, rolling the sensitive bub. The feeling was so electric that you let a timid moan. Peter decided to push his luck and press on your nipple harder, causing you to moan loudly this time.
He was so entranced by you and your tits; it was unbelievable that he could cause this kind of reaction from your mouth. Peter leans over your chest as his other hand starts rubbing your other nipple too, and puts his wet, hot mouth on your nipple.
You arch your back and whimper in delight as your legs rub together. You were growing desperate for Peter to strip you naked. The chilly night and the weird smell of the moldy, mildewy warehouses between you guys didn't bother you at all. Your body was running so hot from Peter's mouth, callous hands, and lingering cologne. Peter himself was far more intoxicating than anything that you experienced before.
Peter gently glazed his teeth against your nipple to see if you would like it, and you yelped in pleasure.
"You…you like that? Peter asked with a serious burning hunger in his eyes.
You gave another muted nod; a breath hitched in your throat.
He let out a satisfied hum and continued. Peter started to swirl his soft tongue on your nipple as he teased the tip of it with his tongue. You cried out as your hand raked through his soft brown hair. Peter let out a low groan against your skin, making the sensation far more thrilling. Peter switched breasts and gave it the same love and attention with his tongue and teeth, making your hips jerk off the thick web.
"Fuck…Peter…" you gasped, feeling your pussy getting wetter by the second. "Peter…god…"
Peter let go of your breast with a small pop, his lips swollen and lustrous; the hunger in his eyes only grew and was so rousing, knowing how much Peter craves you. His voice sounded so ragged while panting; his eyes stayed on your heaving breast all the way down to your pussy that was still clothed by your suit.
"Peter, take off my clothes. I want you to see all of me, like how I want to see all of you," you begged in a low, commanding voice. You see this causes his cock to harden more after his suit. "Please…I need you."
Peter nods and wastes no time peeling off your skin-tight suit, along with your panties, from your body. He then strips off his suit as well, and dear god, he is beautiful. The moonlight illuminates the lines of his defined abs and all of his glorious muscles. His chest was broader, with the mighty strength of an acrobat in his biceps, too. Your hands couldn't cover half of his shoulders, given how wide they are, and, finally, his massive, sculpted thighs with thick, defined muscles.
It's funny to you, thinking all those years ago he was the scrawny, lanky boy you fell in love with, and now you are after the man who loves you just as much as you love him.
Your eyes wander down to his happy trail, a puff of darker brown coarse hair trailing down from his belly button to his navel, then your eyes land on his cock. The sight of it made you bite your lip; it was harder than you expected, girthy and long with a slight upward curve. The skin looked smooth and stretched with rigidity to accommodate its length. The tip looked so alluring, a round, flared bell shape with a light caliente tint, with pre-cum dripping out. Pulsing veins lined up the undersides, and below the shaft, his balls were brimming and heavy with his cum.
It was your turn to be mesmerized this time. It was embarrassing that you were acting like a sex-deprived virgin, but come on, it was Peter Parker. How could you not? You waited for this moment for so long.
"Woah…it's….it's amazing." You whispered, rendered speechless by the sheer beauty of his body.
Peter giggled at your reaction. "You're far more amazing." His gaze dropped, and his breath hitched in his throat when he saw your bare pussy. His eyes widened with cardinal desire as his hand traveled down your stomach to your navel. "Your skin…it's so smooth. Fuck…I want to touch you here." His middle finger gently caresses your clit.
You let out a shaky pant as your body shivers from the pleasure, and your clit throbbed from his touch. "And I want to touch you too." Your hand playfully slides up his thigh and wraps around his shaft. It was hot to the touch and super hard as you felt the thick veins pulsate like a heartbeat.
Peter groans as his head falls back and his left hand digs into your hip. "Then… let's help each other." He exhaled, a low, gravelly breath, as he lay next to you, causing the web to bounce a little.
"Um, Petey, the web is secure enough to hold us both, right?" You asked, scared it might break under your weight.
"Trust me, it's fine. Now, relax for me." Peter cooed as his hand was back on your pussy.
His middle finger was slowly rubbing your clit once again. Another breath hitched in your throat as you wrapped your hand around his cock and started to stroke it steadily. You both were moaning each other's name and longingly staring into each other's eyes. You thought you would be too embarrassed to look at Peter while he touched you, but fuck, the sight of his flushed skin and hungry eyes turned you on even more.
He set a steady pace on your clit, making you pant and give him pleading eyes. "You want a finger?" Peter whispered huskily. You nod at him and feel him add his long finger inside of you. You groan from the feeling, tip your head back against the web, and buck your hips into his finger. "Fuck…Peter." You moan his name as if it were a prayer, like a follower begging their god for blessings.
You return the energy by rubbing your thumb against his sensitive tip, smearing the pre-cum all over the head of his cock. He gasped and uttered your name as his hips jerked forward, wanting you to pick up the pace. You do so and quicken your stroking on his whole cock this time while still teasing his tip. "God…fuck…you're too good at this," Peter grunted with a smirk.
You return the smirk, and you feel Peter add another finger inside your pussy as his index and pinky rub against your inner lips and his upper palm rubs against the hood of your clit. Your body quivers and you loudly moan again. "I can say the same thing."
"Be honest, have you thought of this? Me, touching your gorgeous body, making you come undone from my hand alone?" Peter asked in a sultry voice. You had no idea where Peter's sudden confidence came from, but god, it made him so sexy.
You add more speed to your stroking, making Peter gasp and cuss from it. "Yes…I had so many fantasies of you just like this. Touching me, fingering me, and making me come on your cock. I've been craving not only your love…but your cock deep inside me till I see stars and crying from the pleasure." You confessed as the pit in your stomach tightened; you were getting so close.
Peter finds the rhythm and keeps on the steady pace, his hot breath against your neck as he stares deep into your eyes. "Come for me…please." He pleaded hungrily
You return the rhythm on his cock but more in a relentless one. "You too…Peter…come for me too." You begged as your toes curl around the spiral line of the web.
You both match each other's rhythm and start kissing again, messily. Your tongues mash and melt together as the knot in your stomach is on the verge of snapping.
"Peter!" You cried out loud.
Peter cried your name too.
The pit exploded in your stomach, and you came all over his fingers. Peter followed suit and came, his hot cum spilling from his cock and all over your hand, and his cock goes half-soft. You felt the Earth stop spinning as your pussy throbs, clenches, and spasms on Peter. You two break the kiss to take a breath and recollect yourself from that mind-blowing orgasm.
You lie on the web, your body buzzing from the orgasm, and your head in a blissful daze. You try to form a sentence, but your words slur and your limbs feel like jelly. You push through and pull back your hand and see how much of his cum covered your hand. The white substance glazed your fingers, palm, and dorsum. You feel a surge of pride and hunger as you see how much Peter came on you.
You lie on the web, your body buzzing from the orgasm, and your head in a blissful daze. You try to form a sentence, but your words slur and your limbs feel like jelly.
Peter also took back his hand, and it was glistening with your essence; you were shocked to see how much you came and were taken aback when you saw Peter lick his fingers.
"You're so delicious," Peter said in a breathless, sultry voice.
The sight of him hungrily licking his fingers of your come caused your pussy to throb, and you saw that his cock went from semi-soft to rock hard again. You needed Peter inside of you right here, right now.
Like a mind-reader, Peter gets on top of you, propping his hands on either side of your head so he doesn't crush you with his weight. He looks at you for a long time with those loving brown eyes of his, tracing your face to hardwire his brain so it never forgets your features. "I love you. I'll always love you."
You smile and reach up to cup his face. "And my love will always belong to you, Peter."
He leans down and kisses your cheeks, then your lips. "Are you ready, baby?"
You spread your legs, hands traveling down to spread your pussy for him as you smile at him. "Yes, Peter, make love to me. Let all of New York know who my heart belongs to."
A wave of emotion washed over his face, and his eyes went glassy. "Thank you…I'll be gentle, just for you." He promises. He grabs his cock and angles it at your entrance. He rests the swollen tip against you and looks back at you, making sure you were truly set to continue.
"Are you sure about this?" he whispers, double-checking on you.
"Yes. I've never been more sure about something in my life." You cooed.
Peter nods, then pushes forward very slowly and carefully. The pressure of his cock immediately stretches and burns. You've never taken anything like this before, but fuck did it feel good at the same time. Your breath hitches as your body tries to accommodate his thick length, and you grab on to the web.
"Are you okay? Is it too much?"
"No, I…just haven't done it in a while." You pant, try your best to relax, and comfort Peter. "Please, keep going. Don't stop, Petey."
Peter let out a shaky breath and pushed forward again as his jaw stiffened to focus. Inch by inch, your body burns as you keep going, and Peter gets deeper. With a loud 'palp', it was all inside you. Peter holds still, also adjusting to your pussy as his cock throbbed inside, begging to move. You take deep breaths as the pain fades away inside of you, and your pussy is just begging for Peter to move.
You wrap your arms around him and stroke his hair. "Peter…I'm okay now. Please start moving."
He listens and starts to move at a gentle pace, pulling out ever so slightly before thrusting back in. Each stroke sent jolts down your body, a mix of a weird full feeling and a slow-moving pleasure. Peter's hips rock gently as he tries to find the rhythm that suits both of you. Not too fast but not slow. He leans down and gives you a reassuring kiss to help you stay relaxed.
Next thing you knew, he angled his hips slightly differently and hit a spot inside that made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, and a knot formed in your stomach. The feeling was so intense that you cried out his name. "There! Right there! Do it again!"
Peter obeys and slowly starts hitting that spot over and over. That weird feeling you had was completely gone. You felt nothing but extreme pleasure that overtook all your senses; your mind was just full of Peter and how his cock feels so magical inside. Your hips rise to meet his thrusts and your legs wrap around his waist. "Ah…wait, if you do that, I wouldn't be able to pull out," Peter warned as he picked up the pace.
"That's the point…I want you to cum inside me, baby." You grunted as your pussy throbbed around his cock.
Peter moaned your name, "I never knew how lewd you can get. I quite like it."
"Only for you, Peter. I'll only get this lewd for you. Now go faster! Harder! Please!" You plead as you dig your nails into his back.
Peter now formed an intense, fast rhythm as his cock hits that hidden spot over and over again. The knot in your stomach tightens even more as the wet sounds of your bodies meshing together echo in the alleyway. While quickening his thrusts, his thumb hovers over your clit and starts to rub it while his nails dig into your hips.
Sparks fly over your version as the added stimulation tilts you closer to the edge. It was all becoming too much; your pussy clenches again around him. A veil of sweat covers your body as Peter keeps thrusting your G-spot with reckless abandon as your breasts bounce to his rhythm.
"Peter! I'm…I…I'm gonna come again!"
"Oh god, please come, come for me, babe. Come all over my cock." Peter growled in a commanding manner.
Shockwaves rupture through your body as the knot in your stomach snaps once again; you arch your back, and you scream Peter's name and come all over his cock as your vision blurs. Your body vibrates as wave after wave of pleasure hits, making your pussy spasm on Peter's cock.
The feeling of your pussy was too much for Peter as he death-gripped your hips and loudly groans into your neck as he buried himself deep inside your pussy. You feel his hot cum spill all inside you, coating it beautifully. He keeps thrusting as he keeps pumping himself, making the orgasm last longer for you two til he collapses on top of you, completely spent.
His weight presses you into the web, but you didn't mind it one bit. It was a comforting feeling: his warmth, his heartbeat on your chest, and his ragged breath on your neck. You both were really sweaty and felt your comes mixing together as it seeped out of you.
"Now that…was awesome," Peter said, his voice full of wonder and love.
You giggled as a broad smile spread across your face. "You're so cute, Petey." You kissed him on his cheek.
You lay together in silence as you hold each other close, the night air with a slight hint of the ocean, thick with the scent of your guys' sweat and sex.
Peter turns to you and smiles lovingly. "Here, let me clean you a bit." He grabs a small, hidden towel from his Spidey suit and starts cleaning the sweat off your body. You hummed in content as he gently traced your curves as he cleaned. "You're too good for me."
"And I can say the same thing." Peter's face lit up, and he kissed you.
You chuckle as you let him keep cleaning as he reaches around your sensitive inner thighs. Then a thought hit you. "Wait, how did Felicia know where we were to help out?"
Peter simply shrugs as you pat some of his cum off of you. "Don't know. She just happened to be there at the right time."
You start to ponder, then you conclude that Fee-Fee most likely followed you and Peter to see if you were gonna confess to him or not, to hold that against you. You were gonna have a firm talk with her in the morning when you get the chance.
While you were deep in thought, Peter cupped your face and laid a gentle kiss on your lips. "From now on, it's always gonna be you and me. Not only as crime fighters this time, but as lovers this time. Forever."
You smiled again, laid your hand over his, kissed him back, then stared into his eyes. "You and me, Peter Parker. Forever and always."
