Good Together
Summary: Peter tries to show the reader how good together they are.
Warnings: Dark (OF AGE) Peter, drugging, kidnapping, mIf masturbation, smut
Word count: 4.7k
AN: This is my submission for the amazing @softhairbarnes and @wxntersoldiers writing challenges. I’m so sorry it’s a little late, my family life has just been such a shambles recently, but its finally here. My prompt for @softhairbarnes was love triangle and for @wxntersoldiers it will be in bold.
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Reflecting back on all the times he told him you needed to close your blinds while you slept, Peter was very glad you always forgot as he sat on your fire escape, watching you through the glass of the of your window as you slept and the life of the city bustled around him. He didn't even know why he was here, he just had the shit beaten out of him as he tried to stop an armed robbery all the way over in Manhattan. Although he managed to web up the perpetrators he had taken a few serious hits, hits she should be having someone over at the Tower look at but instead as soon as he finished webbing the bad guys up, he had crossed the river, swinging from building to building without realising where he was headed until he found himself on your fire escape.
It wasn't the first time he had felt the insatiable desire to come visit you after a mission, but it was the first time he had been frozen, stuck outside your window, unable to move as he watched you. If it weren’t for the fact that he could hear your accelerated heart rate and the little breaths you let out every few seconds he would have thought you were asleep. But he knew better.
You lay on your bed, your eyes closed with the covers pulled up to your torso, covering most of his view of your body that he longed to see. The sheets moved slightly as you rocked your hips into your fingers, swirling them in your slick, pushing them in and out of you.
Moans escaped your lips as the pressure started to build and they sounded like angels singing to Peter as he stood watching you, his blood flowing south.
What he would give to throw those sheets from your body, preferably burning them so they could never hide you from him again.
Hi palm twitched, itching to palm himself through his suit, his flushed skin a direct contrast to the nip of the brisk night wind swirling around him. One hand gripped the railing while his other spread itself over his cock. It would have been so much better if he could take his suit off and wrap his fist around himself, better still if he could go inside and join you, but for now he restrained himself to the feeling of his palm rubbing against himself.
He was already hard, embarrassingly so, just from the sounds you were making and he found himself spilling into the suit before you had finished. Tony would kill him if he ever found out but the bliss running through Peters body was far too enticing to care at the moment.
He continued watching you as his breaths slowed, watching the way your jaw slackened and your head tilted as you approached your high. He felt himself start to get hard again, despite only just finishing. He wanted you that badly.
His hand returned to his cock, continuing to work it as he watched you, getting himself fully erect again. He was so sensitive that the pressure was almost too much to handle. With the way your breaths were egging shallower and faster, he knew you were close as well. He could almost pretend that you were doing it together if he closed his eyes, that the moans tumbling from your lips were his doing, that he was the reason for the blissed out expression on your face.
‘Oh yes, I’m your girl. Yes, yes, I’m yours baby.’
Yes, you were his girl. The thought tightened the coil in his abdomen. He just needed one last push, he was nearly there.
Even from this distance Peter could hear the sound of your fingers disappearing into your pussy, the squelch proving just how turned on you were. His heart beater in time with yours, pummelling in his chest as he chased his release. He tried to hold back, wanting to come with you and when you did, the bliss completely flooded his senses, making him nearly miss it. Miss how you moaned His name.
‘Yes Captain, just like that. Oh god, I’m cumming Steve, I’m cumming.’
Peters eyes snapped open, cold dread setting in, taking over the warmth that had filled his veins mere moments before.
Captain? Steve? As in his friend Steve? You had been thinking of him? Why?
Ever since he had met you in freshman year Peter had wanted you, wanted you to see him as more than just a fellow decathlon teammate, more than just a friend.
He had trusted you implicitly, finally revealing the truth that he was Spider-Man after he had saved your life when your train had been derailed. He had foolishly broken up with MJ for you, thinking that your distance from being his best friend had been caused by jealousy.
And now he found out this. That while he was yearning for you, you were looking at someone else. Someone he had introduced you.
Jealously flooded through him. You were meant to be his best friend, his nurse when he got injured, his girl. Not Steve’s.
Had you been after him this entire time? No, surely not. You had been best friends well before Peter had introduced you. Did Cap want you back?
He only realised that he was still holding the railing when it snapped under the pressure, emitting a long groan echoing the feeling of Peter’s heart breaking.
Your eyes snapped open at the noise, glancing around you but you didn’t see him, hidden by your window ledge, gazing out to the city. A hollow feeling crept through his chest as he tried to convince himself it was fine that you didn’t feel the same. He would get over you.
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But he didn't. He couldn't. Nearly a month had passed since that night and although it killed him more and more inside every time, he couldn't resist the pull of your windowsill. Sometimes you would just be sleeping peacefully, ignorant of his presence, other times he would get to watch you come apart again, echoing your orgasm with his own.
He found his thoughts of you taking over his mind, infiltrating every waking moment, making it increasingly hard to get over you as he had said he would. Yet, despite his newfound obsession with you, your once perfect image started developing flaws in his mind. He found himself constant questioning your motives, were you friends with him purely for his connection to the Captain? Was that why you kept stopping by the tower? In a desperate attempt to catch sight of him? Rage surged through Peter whenever he thought of you and Steve, he had thought that night on the windowsill that he would be able to let you go but as time went on, he knew you were meant to be his.
You would be his.
Steve didn’t understand you like he did. He didn’t know your ins and outs, your little quirks like the back of his hand but Peter did. He just had to make you realise you were so good together.
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It was a Friday night, and just like every other week You and Peter had headed over to the Avengers’ Towers for your weekly movie night, making full use of the surround sound home theatre that Tony had deemed absolutely necessary.
It had been Peter’s turn to pick the film and just like always, he wanted a horror film, loving the way you would curl up into his chest whenever something even remotely scary happened. He had been so happy, so excited for the night, but now it was all ruined.
Steve and Sam has been in the common room when you arrived and as soon as Sam realised Steve had never seen Rosemary’s Baby, he had insisted on joining them. It would have been fine if it were anyone else, or even if it had happened before that night, but now Peter couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that you were sitting next to Steve and not him. He knew deep down that you hadn’t done it on purpose, that was where you and he sat every Friday night, on the small little loveseat, preferring to squash up together. It was his fault he wasn’t the one sitting next to you. He had been placed in charge of the popcorn and Steve had nipped in first.
But surely you could have said something. Something to prevent the supersoldier from sitting next to you, if you truly valued his friendship. But no. Peter was forced to sit and watch as your body unconsciously shifted closer and closer to Steve’s. He thought he couldn’t take any more but it only got worse when half way through the movie, Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders, resting on the back of the couch, earning him an unwavering death glare from Peter. That should be him.
When the end credits finally started rolling, you realised you had barely been paying attention throughout the entire film, your attention completely diverted to the man sitting next to you, trying to sneak in glances through your peripherals. You hadn’t intended on it happening but sitting next to your favourite supersoldier had been your favourite kind of torture, feeling his immense body heat radiate into your skin, or the way his taught muscles flexed whenever he shifted in his seat. The things that body could do to you. It had been a common fantasy of yours, one that you planned to keep hidden until your dying days, but a girl can dream right?
The raw power his body exuded wasn’t the only reason the super soldier dominated your dreams though. For someone so powerful, so widely respected, he was so tender, so soft. You had always been interested in him, in the tales of Captain America before he was even rediscovered in the ice. But what fascinated you more, was the man himself, Steve Rogers.
You thought you had hidden your fascination rather well, never staring at him for too long or trying to always see him whenever you and Peter at the Tower. You definitely didn't want to do anything that would jeopardise your friendship and make Peter feel uncomfortable. He was everything to you. Plus users in the famous Steve Rogers would probably never even think of you as anything but the girl that hung out with Peter. He was far too worldly, experienced and wise for you, and you were far too young for him. It broke your heart to think about it, but it would be okay. You would get over him.
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It was well after midnight, when the second film finally ended, leaving the rain in darkness. You had been surprised that Steve had stayed the entire time. After Rosemary’s Baby had finished, Sam had insisted on watching The Shining, claiming it was the perfect film to follow Rosemary’s Baby. You didn’t quite understand his logic, but you hadn’t complained and Peter had merely shrugged his shoulders when Sam suggested it.
Even though he had been so passionate about watching it, Sam zonked out about halfway through, his body sprawling along the couch and light snores coming from him. Although you didn’t understand why, Sam’s departure had left the room in an odd state of tension, Peter’s glare on Steve never ceasing. You didn’t know what was going on between them but you figured it was probably something to do with the Avengers and had nothing to do with you, Peter would have told you if it did. Oh how wrong you were.
Steve glanced over at you, concern reflecting in his eyes in the darkened room. ‘Are you okay getting home?’
‘She's fine. I’m giving her a lift home.’Peter's voice barked out before you had a chance to respond but you smiled, grateful that you won't have to catch the subway late at night by yourself. ‘Do you mind waiting here while I go to the bathroom real quick?’ You nodded at him and watched as Peter left, leaving you alone with Steve. Nerves fluttered in your stomach and you chastised yourself. You were truly being ridiculous.
The silence of the room, save for Sam’s light snores was eating you up inside. You had to say something, anything, to break it but you didn’t know what. Awkwardly clearing your throat, you tried. A simple how’d you like the film. That would suffice, surely. It seemed like an appropriate common ground.
‘So uh…’ Your tongue didn’t want to work, the pressure of his eyes digging into yours was too much. You didn’t want to come off as an idiot to him. ‘How’d you like the uh, the films?’ You turned away from him, praying that in the dark he couldn’t see the cringe creep across your face. Why did you have to be so awkward?
‘Oh uh, yeah, I thought they were okay. Not really my style you know?’ His voice seemed hesitant, nervous even, drawing your eyes back to his. What did he have to be nervous about?
‘Yeah I completely get what you mean. I am not a massive fan of horror or anything, but it's Peter’s favourite.’ The room fell back into silence, but you were determined not to let it stay like that. Clearing your throat for a second time, trying to clear away your awkwardness, you tried again. ‘I uh, I know Sam gave you some shit for not having seen it before but you know, even though you missed a lot while under the ice, not everything is worth catching up on if you know what I mean? Especially if it's not your thing.’ Your gaze was locked in your twiddling fingers, afraid that you had over stepped in the silence that followed.
‘Yeah I know, it’s just sometimes it gets lonely. That’s why I spend so much time here and not my apartment. I love it when you and Peter come round, you’re so good together.’
Together? You recoiled in confusion. Did he think you and Peter were together together? You opened your mouth to correct him. You knew it was a long shot but how could you ever expect him to show any interest in you if he thought you were with his teammate?
But the words you had formed in your mind were interrupted by Peter reentering the room, swinging his car keys on his index finger and whistling a little tune, a broad smile on his face for the first time that night. ‘You ready to go?’ He asked, gesturing towards the door.
Your head swivelled back to Steve, seeing him push up to his feet. ‘Well then, I guess I'll see you around, get home safe.’ As he retreated into the hallway you still longed to correct him, but the opportunity had passed. You resigned yourself to make the fact that you were single known to him the next chance you got.
You followed Peter out of the room, into the elevator and down to the underground car park. The fluorescent lights were the only source of light in the wee hours of the morning, making Peter - and undoubtedly you as well - look sickly in their cool glow.
He held the car door open for you, a sleek shiny audi which had been a graduation gift from Tony. Ducking your head, you stooped into the car, barely noticing the sharp prick in your neck as you buckled yourself in and Peter shut the door, climbing in on the other side.
The street lights flashed as you passed, reflecting in your eyes which were stooping closed on their own account, barely staying open for longer than a few seconds.
You felt his hand on your thigh as he drove, his thumb rubbing circles on the exposed skin, drawing your eyes to him. The overhead lights danced against his skin as the car zipped through the city, illuminating his dark eyes, and his perfect teeth shrouded by a sinister smile that looked out of place on his boyish face. ‘Someone’s feeling a it tired hey? It’s okay, just close your eyes, I’ll let you know when we get there so we can get you into bed.’
Your head felt heavy, resting against the cool glass window as you tried to smile at him. You wanted to thank him for offering to give you a lift home but the words died on your lips as your eyes shut closed, the power of sleep overcoming you at last.
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Your head pounded as you awoke, your vision a blurry mix of colours, shadows dancing around the room. Even after your vision had cleared you didn’t recognise where you were immediately, but the old Star Wars poster for the Empire Strikes Back made you realise that you were in Peter’s old bedroom. It had been so long since you had been here, over a year now. He had moved out last summer to the Tower as it was so much closer to NYU.
The room was only illuminated by the many tealight candles placed sporadically throughout it, casting the room in a soft amber glow. You felt him move before you actually saw him, brushing a finger across your cheekbone.
‘You’re awake, finally. I’ve been waiting for so long. I was starting to worry that I gave you too much.’ He smiled lovingly at you, madness glinting in his eyes. You tried to shrink back, away from his touch, confused as to what was going on, but the small double bed gave you little room to move on and the pounding of your head prevented you from getting up.
‘Uh, Pete? What’s going on? Why are we here?’ Your voice was heavy, thick with sleep, as you croaked out your demand for answers.
‘It’s okay Honey, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re perfectly safe here with me. I just thought it would be better to do it here since Aunt May is out of town with Happy this weekend. That way we have the whole place to ourselves. We won’t have to worry about anyone barging in.’ He reached out again, running his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp, attempting to lure you into a false sense of security, but you refused to fall for it.
‘Do what here Peter? I thought you were taking me home.’
‘Consummate our relationship of course. You know, you really made me question me feelings for you when I saw you that night, touching yourself to thoughts of Cap. It made me think you weren’t who I thought you were, a sweet wholesome girl who had been able to see me, even when nobody else could. I’ve wanted you for so long - since freshman year for crying out loud! and seeing you pine over Cap nearly killed me. But now we both know that’s never going to happen. He practically said so himself. We’re so good together.’ He shifted up onto his elbow, his hand easily pinning you back down to the bed as you tried to sit up, to get away from him.
‘Pete I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re friends. Just friends. Please just let me go.’ Panic had well and truly started to set in, your heart palpitating in your chest. What had gotten into him?
‘I know that may be how you feel now, but it’s okay. You just need to be shown what we could be; you just need to be convinced of what is possible. I’ll be so good to you. I know what you like already, I know how you love to be stuffed full. The first time I saw you riding that pretty pink dildo of yours I came so hard, wishing it was my cock inside of you. I’ll be so much better than that toy. Just you wait and see.’ His hand on your shoulder trailed down, cupping your breast through your shirt, kneading it with his fingers as his mouth descended on yours. Your tried to twist your head away from him, his lips brushing against your cheek instead.
‘Peter stop. What is going on with you? Let me go.’ Your body writhed, trying to force him off of you but he took it as encouragement, shifting to completely lean over you, his legs on either side of yours, his chest pressing against yours as his weight resting on his elbow beside your head.
‘It’s okay Honey, just give in.’ He whispered into your ear, his voice echoing around inside your head, his lips trailing down your neck, to your collarbone, sucking and biting, marking you as his.
Your hands raised up, pulling at his hair, fisting it in clumps, trying to pull him off of you. Was he seriously about to do this? This boy whom you had known for years, confided in with every little secret you had. How did you not see the darkness he held? That consumed him? Yes you refused to give up; refused to let him win.
The scream that had been built in your throat was cut off, muffled by something, something that tapped your lips together, something soft and silky yet strong and unbreakable. His web.
‘I really didn’t want it to be like this Honey, I wanted our first time to be soft and gentle, so I could show you how much I love you but if you’re going to continue to behave like this, you’re not going to give me a choice.’ He pulled your hands from his hair effortlessly, holding them against the headboard as he webbed them to it, trapping them. Your eyes were open wide, your fear practically tangible as he railed his hands down your chest, lifting the hem of your dress up, above your body, letting it sit just above your head, still trapped by your arms.
‘The things this dress does to me, god. When I saw you wearing it today I just knew I had to have you, I had to feel every inch of you.’ His hands dipped beneath your bra, relishing in the fact it had a clasp at the front, prying it open, your breasts spilling out into his hands.
‘Seeing these from a distance just really didn’t do them justice. They’re so pretty up close.’ His mouth descending to your nipple, licking and sucking on the tender skin, rolling it in his mouth while one of his hands toyed with the other one.
The moans that you swallowed tasted like betrayal. How could your body be responding to this? How could it like this? How could it be craving more?
His lips as soft as silk trailed further down your body, resting above the plain cotton panties you had worn that day, humming appreciatively as he pressed his nose against your still clothed mound, inhaling your scent.
‘You smell so good Honey and I bet you taste even better.’ He liked a strip of you, adding to the dampness that already coated the cotton. ‘I can’t wait to devour you, imagining it has gotten me through so many lonely nights. The taste of your cunt on my tongue, the way I’ll draw orgasm after orgasm from you, ruining you for anyone else.’
He shifted back, tugging your panties down your legs along with your last shred of hope. There was nothing you could do to prevent it, he was far stronger than you and with your hands bound to the headboard and your mouth gagged you didn’t stand a chance.
You hated the way his tongue licked your walls, tasting the juice that was already there, the way your cunt clenched around nothing, begging for something to fill it. You hated the way he worked his fingers in you, twisting and curling them, stroking against your sweet spot eliciting moan after moan from your lips that were barely concealed by the thin layer of webbing. You hated the way his tongue circled your clit, rolling it into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive flesh, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
The pleasure he was giving you was far too much for your body to handle, the coil in your belly tightening until you couldn’t take it any longer and with only final, gentle, nip on your clit, you came, all over his face, your slick drenching his fingers.
Peter sat back on his haunches, staring at his fingers, glistening in the candlelight, in amazement. He took each finger into his mouth one at a time, moaning as he sucked the taste of you off of them, the bulge in his pants growing inexplicably larger.
‘See how good I am for you Honey? How well I know your body, inside and out.’ His voice was thick with lust as he pulled his shirt over his head, his hands slipped down to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go, giving his erection some much needed air and space.
He didn’t fail to notice the way your pussy clenched as you caught sight of his cock, the sheer girth and length of it enough to make any woman mad with lust, no matter the circumstances.
‘Oh you want this don’t you Honey? I can just tell. Such a greedy cockslut but that’s okay because you’re my cockslut.’ You couldn’t help the moan that stemmed from his words, living for the way they made your walls clench again, even more slick coating them, spilling onto the bed beneath you.
You felt his tip prod at your entrance, coating his length in you, before he gently inched in, pausing every few inches as you grew accustomed to the stretch of your walls before he finally bottomed out, his balls pressing against you. ‘Fuck, you’re so fucking tight Honey. So much better than I thought.’
You loved the way he filled you so completely, even larger than your favourite dildo, making you feel every ridge and vein as he sheathed himself inside you. You loved the way he thrusted into you, gently at first but slowly increasing in speed and force, his hips rolling into yours, his tip hitting your g-spot with every stroke. You loved the way his lips were on your neck as he rutted you into the mattress, sucking and biting, adding to the marks he made earlier as he fully claimed you as his.
You could feel your orgasm building with every roll of hips. His abdomen rubbing against your clit, bringing you even closer.
Your breathing was laboured, your hips raising up to meet his every thrust, longing - no matter how fucked up the situation was - for a release, for more.
You felt his fingers on your jaw, tearing away his webbing, freeing your lips as his descended onto them in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, pure possession. His tongue circled into your mouth, exploring every crevice, coating you as his, swallowing your moans just as you swallowed his.
Peter leaned back, his pace never faltering as he shifted your legs over his thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he fucked into you, getting even deeper now. His fingers toyed with your clit, bringing you impossibly close as his hips started stuttering, his own orgasm creeping up on him.
‘Comeon Honey, cum for me. Let go; let me feel your walls clench around my cock. I know you’re nearly there, just let go for me.’
You had no control over your body as it spasmed against him, pleasure filling your veins as you came, squirting all over his cock, loving the warmth that came from his own release, spilling into your cunt.
He collapsed on top of you, his cock starting to soften inside of you as he caught his breath, his eyes staring into yours.
He kissed you, slow and sweet this time, his lips pressing against yours, his tongue coaxing a response from yours. His cock twitched inside of you, hardening again as he pulled away, a bright smile on his face and a hazed, blissed out one on yours; his fingers trailing across your cheekbones, admiring you in the candlelight.
‘See, I told you. We’re so good together.’
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