Two o’clock. That’s what you and Peter had agreed on.
So, here you sat, reading comic books on Peter’s bed. Was he here? Nope. Had you been waiting for three hours for him to come home? Yep.
But it was okay, you were used to this kind of thing by now.
Peter had been such a space lately, it had become normal. Uncharacteristic, since he had always been the ever-devoted best friend figure who never even forgot to call, but normal. That’s why you had had to corner him at school and freaking schedule a time for you two to hang out! But whatever. If he wanted to ditch you again, he could. His choice. Obviously he had more important things to do.
Stretching out, you tried not to think about what those more important things might be. Tossing Peter’s comic book aside, you crawled under his covers and curled up, sighing to yourself.
Was he with some girl? Liz? You knew he was a major dork when it came to her, so it was possible. He didn’t think he had a shot, but you were sure of it. He was Peter Parker, for fuck’s sake. Your awkward floppy Peter Parker.
You had almost drifted off to sleep completely, tummy tied in knots, when you heard the window start sliding open.
“Peter?” You whispered almost inaudibly. For some reason, you stayed still. Something felt wrong. Why would Peter be coming in through the window? It was only 5:30 and Aunt May hadn’t been home when you got in. Even if she were here now, she wouldn’t care where he had been.
Watching, waiting, you could barely comprehend what you were seeing as Spider-Man - freaking Spider-Man - crawled across your best friend’s ceiling.
You let out a gasp. Then an awkward whine. And finally, a stunned, “Spider-Man?” as you shot up, hitting your head against the top bunk of Peter’s bed.
“Ah, Y/N! Are you okay?” Peter’s voice spoke from behind the mask as he rushed to your side. Your eyes opened impossibly wider and he seemed to realise his mistake, taking a few steps back and holding his hands over his mouth. The eye slits of his mask were as big as they could go, nearly swallowing the black outline completely. “Shit, Y/N, I can explain.”
“Peter?” Your voice sounded hurt. Inside, you were in total shock, so you weren’t really sure how you actually felt about your best friend being Spider-Man and not telling you. Honestly, you didn’t think you really cared, just that, “You’re fucking Spider-Man?”
He shrugged, pulling off his mask as he said, “Well, I guess you can explain.”
He pressed the spider on his chest and the suit went from skin-tight to ultra-baggy, slipping off his shoulders and down to the floor in one fluid movement. Normally, you would have been trying not to look at his body because him standing in just his underwear gave you the inexplicable urge to jump his bones, but right now you couldn’t care less.
“You’re fucking Spider-Man!” You repeated. A choked laugh forced itself out of you and Peter smiled, his cheeks going splotchy pink.
“I know it’s kind of hard to believe. I mean, me? Of all people? Never in a million years would anyone think I’d end up anything more than a nerdy high school kid,” he started rambling, pulling a t-shirt over his head, “But, you see, I got bit by this spider-”
“What do you mean?” You interrupted him.
“I don’t know, I was fooling around and this spider just bit me and-”
“No, Peter. What do you mean, ‘you, of all people?’ Of course it’s you! Of all people?” You stepped towards him, suddenly filled with some sort of feeling you couldn’t describe.
“Y/N…” he looked down, cheeks darkening. He hated when you bragged on him.
“You’re brilliant, Peter. You’re…” you leaned in a bit, a devilish smile on your lips, “You’re super.”
And then you kissed him.
You didn’t know what had come over you. Yeah, you’d realised there was something more to your feelings for Peter than just friends, but you’d never planned to act on it. You never thought you’d even actually admit it to yourself or say the words out loud, all alone in your room. Yet here you were, lip-locking with your best friend and loving it!
Shockingly, he had kissed you back, one hand slipping into your hair with his thumb tracing your jawline and the other resting softly against your waist. He was solid under your hands, his muscles toned and flexing under your touch, even through his shirt. The sudden beefing up had been a new development, one you now realised must have come from the net-shooting and wall-climbing of being Queens’ friendly, neighbourhood Spider-Man.
When you finally had to pull away, out of breath and panting, the situation you’d put yourself in hit you like a ton of bricks. You backed up a few steps, covering your face in your hands.
“Shoot, Peter, I’m so sorry. I should’ve asked, I don’t know-”
“I like you too.” He breathed out quickly.
You peeked out at him from between your fingers, jaw on the freaking floor. He was smiling at you, chest heaving quickly, his hair still ruffled from the mask, and his eyes…shit, those eyes. And the way they were looking at you.
“What?”
He laughed, reaching out lamely to pull you back to him as he whispered, “I like you too, Y/N. Can I kiss you?” He smiled, looking down and shrugging shyly. “Again, I mean. Can I kiss you, again? I mean, you already kissed me but I want to make sure you’re okay if I kiss you and-”
You moved to hold his face in your hands, one sliding back to lace your fingers with the hand he’d raised behind his head to nervously play with his own hair.
“Yes, you can kiss me, Peter.” You smiled.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours gently. His lips were firm and smooth. When the kiss depended, you felt a change in the air. It was like some sort of switch flicked and suddenly everything was charged with electricity. Time moved both fast and incredibly slow as you backed up, pulling Peter with you, until you felt his bed against the back of your legs.
You had to break the kiss to duck down into the bottom bunk and he followed, situating himself so his forearms were resting on either side of you but his body was on his bed beside you, with only your right hip touching his left.
“I never would have thought that this is how tonight would go, after you saw me climb in here. I nearly shit my pants, I swear.” He was tracing your jaw with his thumb again, making goosebumps breakout on your skin. A piece of hair fell into your face and he brushed it aside, tucking it behind your ear. His touch was so soft, so gentle.
You rolled your eyes, “Maybe not the most romantic thing to say before we have sex, Peter.”
“Oh, is that what we were gonna do?” He cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting pink again.
“Do you not want to? We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.” You reached up to trace the lines of his eyebrows, then the bridge of his nose, then the bow of his lips.
“No, no, I want to. Fuck do I want to. I just wasn’t sure if you did and—” he swallowed hard, looking back into your eyes — “I mean, do you want to?”
You nodded, smiling softly. He leaned in to kiss you again and this time he didn't stop.
Well, he didn’t stop until he had to so you could pull your shirt off and unclip your bra. He rid himself of his own shirt, pausing to stare down at you in wonder. Then he slowly lowered himself down to hover over you again, kissing you once.
“You’re beautiful. Y’know that?” He breathed, kissing you.
Everything picked back up as your lips worked against each other and then his moved on to nip and suck at your jaw and along your neck, down to your collar bones. His hands moved hesitantly from your face to your hips, running up your sides until they reached your chest where he thumbed delicately over your nipples, making you suck in a breath.
You worked on getting your sweatpants off, then slipped off your panties and went to start on his jeans. Except, he wasn’t wearing any, you realised. He was still in only his boxers after taking off the suit, his hips still politely pressed against his mattress instead of you.
“Peter,” you hummed, pulling him up to kiss you again and manoeuvring him so his hips rest between yours. He pushed against you involuntarily, moaning at the feeling of your wetness pressed against him through his boxers.
You grabbed one of his hands, bringing it down so he could feel just how wet you were. He groaned into your mouth, pulling away from your lips to stare at you with wide eyes.
“The Spider-Man thing really turns you on, huh?” He said, slowly slipping his middle two fingers into you with ease and using his thumb to rub circles into your clit.
“No, uhh, Peter,” his name came out more like a whine as you closed your eyes, arching your back at the pleasure, “you really turn me on.”
His hips rolled against your thigh when you said that, and you could feel just how hard he was. You reached down, slipping your hand into his boxers and stroking him as he moaned into your ear, his forehead now pressed into the pillow beside you.
“Are you ready?” You asked.
He nodded, pulling out his fingers and slipping them into his mouth, sucking them clean before returning his thumb to your clit. Pulling his boxers down with one hand proved too much of a challenge, so you did it for him. He smiled, laughing awkwardly before kissing you.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he hissed into your mouth as he eased just the tip of his dick inside of you. You hummed at the feeling mixed with the easy pattern he was making on your clit.
He pulled away, holding himself up with one hand to watch where you connected as he gently pushed in all the way, filling you up so perfectly it surpassed even the best dreams you’d had of him.
You tugged on his hair, unable to suppress your moans as he found a steady pace and began working you up.
“F-fuck, Y/N,” he moaned. “You’re so beautiful. You feel so - fuck - fucking good.”
Peter’s bunk beds smacked the wall with a particularly hard thrust, making a loud thunk! and you both froze. You turned your heads toward the door, listening for any sound.
“I really fucking hope Aunt May isn’t home right now,” you smiled, wincing at both the idea of her walking in and the feeling of Peter idly stroking your clit with his forefinger and middle finger.
“If she is, she knows exactly what’s happening in here,” he blushed. Nobody else seemed to be in the apartment so you moved your hips, making Peter cry out at the sudden feeling.
The space between the bunks felt ten times smaller as Peter started moving again, the fire burning in you starting to build. You let out a soft whine at the feeling and then nearly screamed, “Fuck, Peter!” as his lips connected with your nipple and his fingers went into overdrive on your clit.
“This is kind of embarrassing, but I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. Are you close?” You nodded, clawing at Peter’s biceps, and then his shoulders, and then his back. Words wouldn’t come when you tried to tell him how close you were and then he adjusted your position and hit a spot in you no one else ever had, making you see stars as your orgasm fell over you in burning waves.
“Shit, Y/N,” Peter whispered, over and over again, as he came inside you. He continued pumping until you stopped shaking and then slowed his pace before gently pulling out.
You shivered as he moved away to pull back the covers before coming back to your side. He began to snuggle in next to you but you stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“Maybe we should get dressed,” you offered, “on the off-chance that Aunt May didn’t hear me screaming.”
Peter blushed, smiling, and collected both of your clothes. Once they were back on, you cuddled up together in his bed. He played with the ends of your hair, his arms wrapped around you with your head on his chest.
“Um, so…” Peter started and you moved so you could see his face. That dildo had the nerve to actually look nervous after what you two had just done.
You smiled reassuringly and he continued, “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”
Two o’clock. That’s what you and Peter had agreed on.
So, here you sat, reading comic books on Peter’s bed. Was he here? Nope. Had you been waiting for three hours for him to come home? Yep.
But it was okay, you were used to this kind of thing by now.
Peter had been such a space lately, it had become normal. Uncharacteristic, since he had always been the ever-devoted best friend figure who never even forgot to call, but normal. That’s why you had had to corner him at school and freaking schedule a time for you two to hang out! But whatever. If he wanted to ditch you again, he could. His choice. Obviously he had more important things to do.
Stretching out, you tried not to think about what those more important things might be. Tossing Peter’s comic book aside, you crawled under his covers and curled up, sighing to yourself.
Was he with some girl? Liz? You knew he was a major dork when it came to her, so it was possible. He didn’t think he had a shot, but you were sure of it. He was Peter Parker, for Pete’s sake (ayeee, get it?). Your awkward floppy Peter Parker.
You had almost drifted off to sleep completely, tummy tied in knots, when you heard the window start sliding open.
“Peter?” You whispered almost inaudibly. For some reason, you stayed still. Something felt wrong. Why would Peter be coming in through the window? It was only 5:30 and Aunt May hadn’t been home when you got in. Even if she were here now, she wouldn’t care where he had been.
Watching, waiting, you could barely comprehend what you were seeing as Spider-Man - freaking Spider-Man - crawled across your best friend’s ceiling.
You let out a gasp. Then an awkward whine. And finally, a stunned, “Spider-Man?” as you shot up, hitting your head against the top bunk of Peter’s bed.
“Ah, Y/N! Are you okay?” Peter’s voice spoke from behind the mask as he rushed to your side. Your eyes opened impossibly wider and he seemed to realise his mistake, taking a few steps back and holding his hands over his mouth. The eye slits of his mask were as big as they could go, nearly swallowing the black outline completely. “Shoot, Y/N, I can explain.”
“Peter?” Your voice sounded hurt. Inside, you were in total shock, so you weren’t really sure how you actually felt about your best friend being Spider-Man and not telling you. Honestly, you didn’t think you really cared, just that, “You’re Spider-Man?”
He shrugged, pulling off his mask as he said, “Well, I guess you can explain.”
He pressed the spider on his chest and the suit went from skin-tight to ultra-baggy, slipping off his shoulders and down to the floor in one fluid movement. Normally, you would have been trying not to look at his body because him standing in just his underwear gave you the inexplicable urge to jump his bones, but right now you couldn’t care less.
“You’re freaking Spider-Man!” You repeated. A choked laugh forced itself out of you and Peter smiled, his cheeks going splotchy pink.
“I know it’s kind of hard to believe. I mean, me? Of all people? Never in a million years would anyone think I’d end up anything more than a nerdy high school kid,” he started rambling, pulling a t-shirt over his head, “But, you see, I got bit by this spider-”
“What do you mean?” You interrupted him.
“I don’t know, I was fooling around and this spider just bit me and-”
“No, Peter. What do you mean, ‘you, of all people?’ Of course it’s you! Of all people?” You stepped towards him, suddenly filled with some sort of feeling you couldn’t describe.
“Y/N…” he looked down, cheeks darkening. He hated when you bragged on him.
“You’re brilliant, Peter. You’re…” you leaned in a bit, a devilish smile on your lips, “You’re super.”
And then you kissed him.
You didn’t know what had come over you. Yeah, you’d realised there was something more to your feelings for Peter than just friends, but you’d never planned to act on it. You never thought you’d even actually admit it to yourself or say the words out loud, all alone in your room. Yet here you were, lip-locking with your best friend and loving it!
Shockingly, he had kissed you back, one hand slipping into your hair with his thumb tracing your jawline and the other resting softly against your waist. He was solid under your hands, his muscles toned and flexing under your touch, even through his shirt. The sudden beefing up had been a new development, one you now realised must have come from the net-shooting and wall-climbing of being Queens’ friendly, neighbourhood Spider-Man.
When you finally had to pull away, out of breath and panting, the situation you’d put yourself in hit you like a ton of bricks. You backed up a few steps, covering your face in your hands.
“Shoot, Peter, I’m so sorry. I should’ve asked, I don’t know-”
“I like you too.” He breathed out quickly.
You peeked out at him from between your fingers, jaw on the freaking floor. He was smiling at you, chest heaving quickly, his hair still ruffled from the mask, and his eyes…man, those eyes. And the way they were looking at you.
“What?”
He laughed, reaching out lamely to pull you back to him as he whispered, “I like you too, Y/N. Can I kiss you?” He smiled, looking down and shrugging shyly. “Again, I mean. Can I kiss you, again? I mean, you already kissed me but I want to make sure you’re okay if I kiss you and-”
You moved to hold his face in your hands, one sliding back to lace your fingers with the hand he’d raised behind his head to nervously play with his own hair.
