(a/n): Hello bitches, I found this in my draft and this was originally "hero x villain" but I changed it to Peter and (Y/n) because I write Peter Parker fanfics, enjoy<3
Summary: Peter loves you, but your the villain.
Warning: blood, angst
w/c: 360
The weather was cold, little drops of snow falling down the sky, making Peter shiver. Peter had unsheathed his swords in an instant, ignoring the chilly wind.
Peter had fallen for your naïve words before but not this time. You eyed Peter’s stance, almost lazily, while he glanced at the sword on your hip.
Why hadn’t both of you bothered to attack?
Each breath you took turned into smoke. Peter breathed steadily as you crossed your arms, probably waiting for a reply.
“Why would you even love me?” Peter sighed, pinching his nose, looking around the snowy forest.
“I don’t know. I loathe you, I hate you and I wish you’d never lived. You are like a poison that is eating me inside out but I can’t help but love the thrill.” Your words were laced with pure venom.
“It means you love rivalry. You don’t love me because you can’t.” Peter said. Saying those words almost broke him but he didn’t dare to show any kind of emotion.
Your gaze hardened but Peter swore something had crumpled inside you. He shrugged it off as a fleeting thought, convincing himself that it’s part of your plan.
Instead, you dropped your swords and started walking towards Peter, slowly. He was obviously confused, gripping tightly into his swords.
You pressed your palms against Peter’s swords, seemingly unconcerned by the blood it drew. “Then finish me. Finish me.” You said, fearless.
Your other hands curled over Peter's hand, so warm and soft. Peter ignored the burn of unshed tears in the back of his throat. You nodded, lacking the usual sinister glint in your eyes.
You were empty now, unsurprised and accepting of your fate.
Peter wanted to fling the sword away and rush into your arm, but the world was never easy. It could never be this easy.
“Go on.” You murmured, resting the tip of the blade against your sternum. “Do what you need.” So Peter did.
A trail of crimson in white snow leading to a crumpled, red pool around Peter's fingertips when pressure is applied.
The sword may have pierced through your chest, yet it pierced two hearts.
a/n | in honor of hitting 700 followers and also getting my real life heart broken and needing my unproblematic fictional boyfriend back, here’s an oldie from the drafts.✌🏻 enjoy kiddos
cw | language, angst, a lil smut, teasing banter, fluff! 1.5k words.
“Mmm, darling, let me at you,” Tom mumbled against your lips as you lightly squeezed his shoulders, his hands fidgeting with the hem of your shorts, trying to wriggle them down. Just as he’d made some progress, you heard a loud snicker on the other side of your door.
You pulled your face away from Tom’s and averted your gaze to the front of the room, where you could see two pairs of socks in the crevice between the floor and the door, standing on the other side. Without letting you dismantle from him, he grabbed the nearest pillow and flung it at the wall. “Fuck off, you pervs!” The kid-like chuckles coming from the socks continued.
The sudden interruption had killed the mood, so you just sat in Tom’s lap on his bed and laid your head against his chest, sighing. “Can’t they get a job?”
Tom combed a hand of fingers through your hair. “They do have jobs; they’re professional cockblocks.”
“And they need to work from home?”
“Everybody does, baby. We’re all stuck inside.”
“...right.”
You had to keep shifting around on Tom’s lap, uncomfortable from the sudden lack of pressure of his hands wandering over you. He had just gotten back from a press tour, you’d barely had any alone time with him since—and you were both getting pretty tired of not being able to rip each other’s clothes off like you’d wanted to since the moment he walked through the front door. Finally, you have a couple minutes to sneak away from the roommates you’re stuck quarantining with, and what do they do but follow you to Tom’s bedroom like absolute creeps. Creeps that seem to have a vendetta against you getting off. You’d spent too much time hanging out with them while Tom was gone, and now they were far too comfortable meddling in your personal life.
“How long do you think it’ll be til we’re actually alone again?” you asked, tracing over the freckles on his shoulders.
“I have no idea,” he sighed, falling back onto the pillows. “Who knows how long this will all last.”
“We might have to get pretty creative then, because I’m getting a little-”
“Thirsty?”
You smacked Tom’s arm as he giggled at you.
“I was going to say impatient.”
“So...horny.”
You pouted at him. “Can you blame me for missing you?”
He kissed your cheek and then your nose. “No, love, I missed you too. And if those idiots weren’t within earshot, I would’ve already had you screaming my name three times over by now.”
You kissed him back. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
Long, countless days went by, the two of you stuck inside with Harrison, Tuwaine and Harry, trying to find a balance between friend time and couple time but failing miserably. The boys had made a bet behind your back on how long they could go before hearing you and Tom having sex through the walls, and they took their gambling way too seriously. It had been too long.
Seeing an ad for a distanced drive-in movie night being hosted at a nearby park, you jumped on the opportunity, convincing Tom to come with just so you could get out of the house. The night finally came, and you flicked off the group of boys as they shouted after you for leaving the bubble, more than ready for a good old fashioned date night.
“They really do hate us,” you chuckled as you zoomed away.
“Nah, babe, they love us—they’re just jealous we didn’t invite them.” He placed his hand on your own and squeezed it, playing with your fingers for the extent of the drive to the park, just as excited as you to get some one-on-one time.
You cozied up in the backseat of the car with Tom, wrapped in fuzzy blankets you’d brought with and watching Titanic on the large screen set up in the grass in front of where you parked. You were intently focused on the movie, as it was one of your favorites, but Tom spent half the time looking at you, feeling you breathe, smiling at the top of your head nestled into his arms.
Up on the screen, Jack and Rose were in that carriage car on the boat, finally getting their big sex scene, starting to steam up the windows. You turned to Tom as you felt him laughing and shaking his head at the movie.
“What’s so funny?”
He pointed at the screen like the characters would be able to hear him. “So unrealistic, isn’t it?”
“Not really, people have sex in cars all the time.”
“No, no, I mean the windows. How did they get so foggy so fast? There’s no way that happens in real life.”
You were suddenly very interested in what Tom had to say and raised an eyebrow as you spoke. “Tom, have you never gotten laid in a car?”
You could see him turn pink with embarrassment through the light emanating off of the movie screen. “I have no comment.”
You nudged him and started to giggle. “Oh my god, you totally haven’t.”
He made an overly dramatic defensive expression at you. “And you have?”
“Actually, yes.”
Tom’s eyes widened a little as he saw where the conversation was headed. Maybe he’d brought it all up intentionally because he felt so deprived of your body, maybe not—but if he had, he was a damn genius, because it was working.
“And it does get that steamy, if you’re doing it right.”
“I guess I’d just have to see for myself.”
He’d barely finished his sentence before you climbed onto him and firmly planted your lips on his. It usually didn’t take much for him to get you excited, just his husky voice and the right lighting; you hadn’t realized until now how pent up you were.
“God, take your clothes off,” he huffed out, wasting no time in getting to work nipping over your skin as it was revealed.
“Charming,” you laughed, working your hands up his torso to get his shirt off too, Tom wincing as you did.
“Oooh, y/n, your hands are so cold!”
“Deal with it, Holland, I’ve waited too long to be stopped by cold hands.”
Tom was getting more riled up by the second, pushing you into the back of the driver’s seat behind you and speaking impossibly low in your ear. “I need you bad.”
“Take me then.”
You’d managed to get practically naked after doing some pretzeling in the backseat, Tom pulling you on top of him again. You tried to get into it but it didn’t last long—the seat was too close to your knees for you to get at a good angle, and you had to duck so your head didn’t hit the roof of the car.
“Okay, maybe lying down-?” Tom pushed your back into the seats, hovering on top and immediately sinking himself into you the moment he got the chance. You took a sharp inhale and already felt a dizzying high.
“God, finally...”
Tom took a few slow, heavy thrusts into you. “Missed you so much baby,” he leaned down to kiss you, your bodies already sticky with sweat from the heat in the car.
Tom suddenly stopped his rhythm and made a face, trying to shift himself around. “What’s wrong?” you asked, whining at the loss of him.
“I barely have room to move my legs,” he groaned, your fingernails still claws on his biceps, begging him to come back.
“Make it work? Just don’t stop fucking me, please,” you pulled his neck back down to bite his bottom lip, knowing that always drives him crazy.
“Fuck, I know, let me try something...” he found another sweet spot and was suddenly filling you up again, his flushed breaths and small mews making you smile underneath him. It wasn’t graceful, but you made it happen.
You came together as Jack and Rose professed their love for each other, making the romantic scene all too fitting. Tom moved to give you space to sit up, putting his face in his hands and sounding defeated. “Car sex looks a lot easier in the movies.”
You giggled at him and put your clothes back on before someone peeped into the now-clouded window. “Told you it gets steamy.”
Arriving back home later, Harrison and Harry sat at the kitchen table looking like two angry parents about to lecture their teenager on keeping curfew. They stared as you and Tom came in together with arms wrapped around each other, skin looking happily flushed, faces practically glowing.
“What’s got you two lovebirds so happy?” Harrison asked.
“Oh, it was just a really good movie,” Tom smiled, taking your hand and leading you back to his bedroom. “We’re wiped. Goodnight!” he promptly shut the door and laughed with you at Harrison’s puzzled face.
Harry walked over and peered down the hallway. “Goodnight? But it’s barely past sundown-”
Harrison patted him on the shoulder. “I’m afraid you might owe me a few quid, bud.”
Harry stayed confused. “Why?”
Tuwaine appeared from his room, pulling his gaming headphones aside to yell his reply down the hallway. “They fucked, you div!”
Harry connected the dots and looked like he was going to be sick. “Ugh, gross! That’s my brother!”
❧ warnings: mentions of eye-fucking, biting kink, hickeys, manhandling, soft!tom for 0.001 seconds
❧ a/n: so i’ve decided to actually be somewhat active again but not really. i’m changing the format of my work, if you couldn’t tell. please send in more requests because i actually have no ideas anymore so yeah. in another post i’ll explain a little more why i decided to go on a hiatus. you can check it out if you want
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Tom stormed into the room, you trailing right after him.
“What was that?” He fumed, fists clenching at his sides.
“What was what?” You asked, snapping back at the man.
“You know wha-” Tom takes a deep breath to prevent himself from breaking into a violent state, “You were throwing yourself at Harrison this whole night. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
“I wasn’t throwing myself at Harrison, Tom,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“Yeah, you were throwing certain eyes at him, though,” he snapped, ears growing red with anger.
“And you weren’t?” You glared at your boyfriend.
“I’m pretty sure I’m dating you for a reason, Y/N. If I wanted to get with Haz, I could’ve a while ago,” humor slipped into his tone.
“No, Tom,” you groaned, getting frustrated, “I’m talking about that girl.”
“Analia?” He took the bitterness spreading further on your face as confirmation, “You know I have to entertain her if I want to maintain business with Boivin.”
“Well you don’t have to entertain her to the extent of letting her undress you with her eyes,” you rolled your eyes for about the fiftieth time that night.
“Undress me with her eyes?” Tom let out a dark laugh, “You were doing that to Haz tonight, and besides, I can’t control what she does.”
“You kept responding to her, though,” you feebly spat.
“Why are you so jealous? You know I only have eyes for you,” he said, sighing as if the conversation was tiring him.
His evident worn-out tone made your anger peak. Huffing loudly, you spun on the heel of your foot, exiting the tension-filled room.
“Where are you going now?” You heard his voice groan behind you.
Your feet carried you down the empty corridor, the clacking of your heels echoing as you rushed away from the Brit. Tom’s voice rang in your ears, demanding you to stop walking. You ignored him as you made your way into your shared bedroom.
Pushing the door closed behind you, you undressed yourself and changed into a comfortable, satin dress. You freed your feet from the restricting shoes, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor. Exchanging the heels for dark grey plush slippers, you made your way onto the balcony, resting your hands on the marble balustrade. You looked up at the dark sea overhead, stars twinkling in the abyss.
After some time, you heard the sound of a door clicking open behind you but decided to ignore it. A warmth replaced the coolness of your back, and a pair of hands were placed onto your hips.
“Darling,” you heard the familiar British accent whisper into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry. Stop ignoring me, please.”
The longer you stayed silent, he progressively became more dominant.
“Babygirl, why are you being such a brat tonight?” Warm, wet lips latched onto your neck, sucking and pulling at the taut skin.
Still not able to elicit any response from you, he worked his way up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the lobe.
“If I were you, I’d respond. You’re already going to get a punishment, do you want it to be even worse?” His deep, husky voice vibrated down your spine.
“Bite me,” you smirked, tough facade not breaking.
He growled, thrusting his hips into you before his teeth connected with your neck. After getting some successful marks on the skin, he forced you to face him, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your stuck-out ass. Pushing the doors of your room open, he threw you onto the bed, climbing above your figure and leaning down to feast more at your neck.
“Don’t enjoy this too much. I still have to punish you for your behavior tonight.”
With a whimper from your swollen lips, he began ravishing you, starting an endless night of pleasure.
“Morning princess” Tom said as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek to wake her, “Unfortunately love I have to go on set today for some last minute scenes hope to see you on my break” “But Tom I want cuddles” she cried “I’m sorry love” she sighed as he placed a last few calm kisses over her tight squirmy body. “Darling you made it” the director said, “Toms been very off on set today” “He's probably just tense” Y/N replied with a grin. “Thank god you came princess ugh that yellow dress your wearing is so sexy” Tom whispered sexually as he pulled Y/N to the closest dressing room and locked the door behind him...
“Tom” she squealed as he grabbed her hips and pulled her panties down “so wet for me little slut” Tom grinned as he started to place hickeys leading down to her wetness to start licking her. “Oo yes tom” Y/N squealed as Tom placed his dick at her entrance making her squirm as he bit her neck he began thrusting. Tom’s thrusts became slow and sloppy they're heads clashed together he pulled out leaving a slimy goo on her he finished cleaner her up and left for set “oh also love i left you a little gift basket on the kitchen bench” he left she a wide grin on his face she rushed home to find the basket containing a gift card to bras and things the netflix remote and a purple vibrator she giggled to herself but unfortunately she had one of her best mates coming over so she had to wait. “hey beautiful” her best friend kate walked in and saw the gift basket right away “whos this from tom? im guessing” “well yes i don't know what toms tryna hint exactly but i get to spend money and pleasure myself im happy” eventually kate left and Y/n went straight to her glass bedroom and started to pleasure herself as she thought of tom all the sudden tom came home and he opened the door to hear her moans loud and clear and dropped all of his clothes and walked into the bedroom “does that do a better job then me dear?” “i don't know at this point!” “well how about we put it to the test” he said with a wide grin...
"Romancing the Decades" Aesthetics, summaries, and pairings!
The 40s!
Soldier x Waitress
When Peter (Tom Holland) enlists to fight in World War 2, he and his first real love, Alison (Reader), share passionate love letters back and fourth.
The 50s!
Greaser x Dancer (Flopper)
Four years ago, Alex (Tom Holland) told Patricia (Reader) he loved her, but he was simply to young for her. Now, four years later, Alex is eighteen and a senior in high school, and Patricia finally opens her heart up to him. And to cocaine.
The 60s!
Mechanic x Drag Racer
Lifelong best friends Frankie (Ton Holland) and Jennifer (Reader) have finally confessed there feelings for one another, and engage in a passionate and steamy romance.
The 70s!
Nerd x Cheerleader
When Jackie (Reader) finds out her cute little nerdy friend, Dylan (Tom Holland), can sing, she finds herself falling madly in love, and the two share a very intense and beautiful high school romance.
The 80s!
Mobster x Stripper
Christopher (Tom Holland) and Stephanie (Reader) are madly in love, but when her ex tries squeezing himself back into her life, she ends it with him for good. Now that the two lovers are on the run, they will do anything to protect eachother.
The 90s!
Bull Rider x Buckle Bunny
Justin (Tom Holland) is one of the best bull riders around, and with the love of his life, Jaycee (Reader), by his side he is even better.
The Wild West Days!
Outlaw x Farmers Daughter
Jesse (Tom Holland) is on the run when he takes shelter at the Wayne farm in a small town. There he meets Ms. Elizabeth Wayne (Reader), the daughter to Charles Wayne, and they begin a forbidden, comedic, steamy, and tragic romance.
a/n: Heyy, this is my first fic i’ve written so please be gentle lol. I’m just really bored & had this idea so i just decided to share. And if you have any requests for me to write i’ll try my best and write it. (and ignore any typos that i didn’t catch if any lmao) Enjoy :)
But this obviously doesn’t stop you from missing him, missing his laugh, his smile, his perfect abs that have literally been crafted by gods. You missed the way he would snuggle up into you when he had just gotten back from long meetings. You miss his hair and his strong arms that would wrap around you.
You missed his touch. You missed the way his fingers would linger against your waist when you lazily made out on the couch. You missed the way his lips would scatter kisses all against your jaw and neck.
You get it, you just miss your perfect boyfriend.
You started getting touch-starved and you needed something to relieve all of the pent up frustration you have been feeling for the past three months.
At first, you were in the shower. Imagining Tom being there with you. You imagined him running his hands through your hair and massaging your scalp. You closed your eyes at the thought. You ran your hands down your body feeling every curve, just as Tom would. You started to play with your breasts that were wet with water and body wash, tweaking at your nipples and running your fingers over them which made a chill run down your spine. You reached down and let your fingers run through your clit. The sensation of that alone made you moan out. You continued to rub tight circles on your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore and had to dip your finger into your dripping cunt.
“ohhhh god,” you moaned as you pumped your finger faster and faster inside of you. You could feel your orgasm coming quick, your first orgasm in months. Pleasure hit you hard, you had to hold on to the shower wall to help steady you.
For the next couple of days you have been pleasuring yourself to help ease the constant need for touch, for release.
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On Thursday night you were laying on yours and Tom’s shared bed, watching your favorite movie. It was your comfort movie, you could watch it for laughs, cries and it’s all around just a great movie. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, except for when you saw that your deeply missed boyfriend sent you a photo of him on set. You could see he was working on some sort of stunt scene for his movie, he was shirtless and sweaty and that was more than enough to make you feel a familiar ache in between your thigh.
You set your laptop aside on the nightstand as the movie you were watching became long forgotten. You looked at the picture again and you imagined Tom down between your legs, swiping his fingers through your folds.
You closed your eyes at the thought of Tom working his tongue inside of you, you moaned as you worked yourself through. You gathered your wetness on your fingers and dipped your two fingers inside you just as Tom would. You fingers are obviously not as long and thick as his but yours would get the job done.
You didn’t realize you were being loud and you tried to get yourself to the edge, you didn’t even hear the front door open.
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Tom had been able to luckily finish shooting early, even though he loves work, he was glad he was able to go home and see you. All he wanted to do was lay in bed and watch movies with you all night. Of course he wanted to surprise you so to ensure his plan he decided to send you an old picture of him on set so you thought he wasn’t going to get home anytime soon, but at last that was not the case.
As Tom walked through the doors of his oh so missed home, he was expecting you to be in the living room with Tessa cuddled up on the couch, but he was met with an empty room. He headed to the bedroom and he was surprised to hear you moaning. At first he thought it was just his ears playing tricks on him, but when he walked up to the door, he heard it again. The precious sounds of you getting off. It was a mixture of swearing, panting and Tom’s name which made his cheeks flare red. Slightly turned on he opened the door and he saw a sight he knew he would never forget.
You were laying on your back in only your bra, eyes glued shut as your fingers were buried deep inside you pumping at a rapid pace. You were so lost in pleasure that you didn’t even notice Tom standing at the door watching you.
Darling?” Tom said as he tried to get you attention but you only moaned louder thinking your brain was imagining Tom next to you.
“Ugh, yes, Tom-” you moaned. Tom smirked as he saw the effect his voice alone had on you and in a second attempt he walked up to you and you could hear his footsteps so you shot your eyes open and saw Tom, standing with a hint of a smirk and a slight bulge in his sweats.
“Oh my god Tom! What are you doing here?” You shot up on your knees on the bed as Tom came and hugged you so tightly as if you were doing such a dirty activity moments prior.
“We finished shooting early, I missed you and had to come home to you as soon as possible.” You looked at Tom and kissed him for the first time in three months.
“I missed you too, so much,” you said in between kisses, Tom smiled as he slid his hands from your waist to your bare ass.
“I can see that.” he smirked as you blushed, completely forgetting that you weren’t wearing any bottoms. You continued to kiss as he started to lay you back down on the bed.
“I can’t believe I haven’t touched you in so long darling,” he whispered in your ear as he kissed down your neck. You moaned lowly at the action and you knew he heard it.
“I’ve been dying to get my hands back on you. I miss making you feel good, making you fall apart all because of me.” he said this while taking off your bra, leaving you completely naked under him. You closed your eyes as he started to suck at your breasts, leaving little marks that would be visible in the morning.
Tom please, I need you so bad,” you had your hands at the bottom of his shirt and helped him out of it. You looked at his chiseled torso and admired his body at the same time you were pulling down his sweats and briefs. He kicked off the offensive clothing as you started to stroke him. He moaned as he missed your touch. Being apart was not only hard on you, you both had your needs and Tom really needed this release.
Love, I need to be in you,” Tom grunted out as your hand continued to jerk him off. You let go of him so he could line up with your entrance. He rubbed his tip against your clit and it made your body jolt in shock. He kissed you as he started to push himself inside you. You both moaned together as he bottomed out. He needed to compose himself before continuing or he would’ve come then and there. Tom looked at you and nodded, signaling for him to move. He brought his hips out so just the tip was in you and didn’t push back inside until you whined. He slapped his hips to your and kept a steady pace that had you both going crazy. Your body felt like it was on fire as he continued to thrust in and out of you picking up the pace of his hips a bit more.
Love, you’re so tight, so good. God you feel so good, you always make me feel so good, my pretty girl.” Your moans got higher from hearing Tom praise you in your ear, his voice deep and clouded in lust and desperation. You could tell he was close.
Tom, I’m not gonna last much longer baby,” you said as you dug your nails in the skin of his shoulders, but he didn’t mind. You always felt bad after, thinking you might have hurt him. He always assures you he’s okay but that doesn’t stop you from leaving kisses everywhere you see a nail mark.
“I know pretty girl, I’m right behind you. Come for me darling- ugh, give it to me love.” Tom replied and the speed of his hips rapidly increased. All you could hear in the room was the sound of your skin smacking together and the moans of both of you.
Tom- oh Tommy, I’m gonna come, I-” and that’s all you could say as you felt deep pleasure rush through your entire body, your orgasm taking over making you breathless. Tom wasn’t wrong when he said he was behind you because he came right after you did.
Fuck darling, you so gorgeous, Fuck I’m gonna come-” and with that he came inside of you, filling you up and you both moaned loudly. Tom flopped down on top of you as you ran your hands through his hair in efforts to calm him down.
That was amazing,” you smiled when you heard him say this as his voice was also muffled by your hair. He picked up his head and looked at you with admiration, you looked back up at him.
“I love you so much Tom,” he smiled at you.
“ I love you more pretty girl,” you giggled in response. Tom rolled off of you and got up to clean you up and help you to the bathroom as you’ve both done many times.
After you both were all cleaned up, you crawled into bed with him and cuddled with his head resting above your breasts as Tom played with some of the stands of your hair.
“So, I’m guessing the photo I sent you got you all riled up huh?”
You rolled your eyes as you slightly shoved Tom and that made him laugh at you. He kissed your chest and soon both of you were falling asleep in each other's arms for the first time in what seemed like forever.
Summary: Miss. Y/N Thompson is Flash’s step-sister, one of the queen bees and a popular girl around the school. One day, she’s feeling bold when Peter Parker is her chemistry partner.
Notes: ive had this idea for such a long time, but like a fanfic for it on wattpad (FOLLOW ME ON WATTPAD: @/angryfangirl) bUt im a dirty girl so i turned it into smut oops,, i GOT SOME CUTE ASS LINGERIE ON, GOT SUM DICK TODAY, THOUGHT ID UPLOAD THIS LOLOL
“Miss. Thompson,” Your head shot up, meeting eyes with the irritated teacher in front of you. You smiled, laughing nervously as you raised your eyebrows. “Do you know the answer to number fifteen?”
Before you could answer, the bell rang causing you to spring up and grab your things. The class chuckled in amusement while you smirked, holding your books against your chest as you waltzed out of the classroom. There was thankfully one class period left, Chemistry Honors, you loved it. Well, not the subject specifically. You took your time walking down the hallways, greeting peers as they waved at you. It wasn’t hard to explain, you were pretty popular around the school, you could blame that on your step-brother, Flash Thompson. You were the nicer sibling, sweeter and smarter, definitely the favorite. Flash’s father would easily choose you over his son, you were just that good of a kid. Flash, on the other hand, was a known troublemaker, stuck-up rich kid, and quite the bully. You were nothing alike despite your years of growing up with each other, your parents married when you both were eight, it was a love-hate relationship between you both. Something that was a bit similar between you and Flash was reputation, you were somewhat serious about yours, never associating with the wrong people, it was a flaw of yours. You didn’t hang out with the Gaming Club, you found yourself a bit closer to Liz Allan and the cheerleading team.
“Today, we will be doing a Mole project. You will be making stuffed Moles! Get it? — Mole?” The chemistry teacher announced the moment students began to enter the room. He held up a little stuffed rodent that he had made himself.
You rolled your eyes, looking around for available seats at the working tables. Your eyes landed on Flash, instantly scoffing and shaking your head. You refused to work with him, he was already a pain in the ass at home. You continued to scan the tables before finding all the seats used up, you gasped at the sight of a free chair and table, rushing over, you jumped to seat yourself. You glared at the back of Flash’s head as he was seated in front of you, the seat beside you screeched.
“Can you not talk so obnoxiously loud?” You flicked your step-brother’s ear causing him to flip you off in return.
He began to think of a snarky remark before he focused on the person who sat beside you, “Penis Parker!” Flash laughed.
You turned your head and raised your eyebrows at Peter, he kept his head low in attempt to ignore your step-brother. You slapped the back of Flash’s head and muttered for him to be quiet. After a few seconds, you turned to Peter and smiled. “Sorry about him. He’s an ass.” The boy looked up and laughed quietly.
You bit your lip as he gazed away, paying attention to the directions being given. You couldn’t help but stare at him, Peter Parker was handsome, an old crush since middle school that died down by the beginning of junior year. He was interested in your best friend, Liz Allan, everyone was pretty sure of that, but as soon as she had moved away, his interests were unclear. You found yourself biting your pencil, your eyes still studying his face. Peter had a strong jaw, soft skin, these cute brown eyes that were either very focused or sometimes incredibly lost. You were brought back into reality when Peter looked at you, you straightened yourself up. He scooted his seat closer to you, settling the worksheet in between you both. Peter Parker was a low status at school, typically, he was someone you didn’t really associate with. It was bitchy, but that’s how it was. People would probably laugh at you if they were knew how you felt about the boy. You watched him scribble his name on the top of the paper. It was senior year now, things were different, what was the point of still trying to fit in when school was going to be over soon anyways? He passed the paper over to you, waiting for you to write your name.
‘Y/N Thompson’ You write neatly, moving your seat closer to start working. His clothed knee touched your bare thigh, he cleared his throat nervously. “Um- okay, did you want to do the stitching while I completed the work problems?” He suggested.
You raised your eyebrows in amusement, “Why do I have to do the lady work?” You passed him the sewing kit with a smirk while you grabbed the calculator. Peter’s cheeks turned a bright pink before he stammered nervously. “We’ll switch off, okay?” You started off with number one, easily figuring out equations and scribbling down the answers.
Peter sat beside you, starting to stitch the fabric to build your stuffed mole. You found yourself tearing your gaze away from the paper to look over at him. He was focused, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. You bit down on your lip again, taking an attempt at question number two before you moved your thigh. His knee continued to brush on your skin, your arms touching. You cleared your throat, pushing the paper closer to him before thinking of what to say.
“Um, I don’t think I get this one.” You said softly, you did understand the question, you just wanted his attention.
“Oh okay, I-I can explain it.” Peter nodded, You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Can you talk louder? I can’t hear you.” You lied, the classroom had gotten rowdy but not to the point where you couldn’t hear.
He leaned closer to you, his lips close to your ear as he began to explain the question. You moved your leg, goosebumps running across your skin as he spoke to you. Your hand slipped underneath the table, landing onto his left thigh. Peter froze, his words choking up. You stroked his leg gently with a soft smile playing on your face. He stared at you, unsure of what to say. You looked around the classroom, no one had been paying attention.
“A- W-What are you doing?” Peter asked quietly, continuing the stitching while you used your free hand to play with the pencil on the desk.
“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, all he needed to say was yes or no, you would oblige. It was bold move, completely unexpected. Peter never thought you would try something like this on him, Y/N Thompson trying to seduce Peter Parker? It had to be a cruel joke.
He was scared to respond before he gulped, “No.”
“Then I won’t.” Your whispered into his ear, your hand continuing to stroke his thigh.
Peter shuttered beside you, his hands slightly shaking as he ran the needle through the fabric. He wasn’t very good at stitching but now he was doing even worse. Your touch was making him sweat, your soft hand on him was getting him hard. You noticed, occasionally looking from the worksheet to the boy’s face to his stitching to his lap. You smirked slightly as your hand led to his hard-on, you palmed him through his pants. He let out a small gasp, whipping his head up to glance at the teacher. You looked over at Flash who hadn’t noticed anything, you don’t know how he would react. You focused back to Peter, the pants leaving his mouth were leaving you wet. You cleared your throat, opening your legs wider and slipping down your hand to your soaked panties. He glanced over, eyes widening even further, if they grew any bigger they’d probably fall out of his head.
“We always have tomorrow if you don’t finish today! We will be presenting these, they need to be unique, make them a name. They can even be based-off of your favorite character!” The teacher exclaimed, Peter flinched each time.
You watched him attempt to stitch with one hand, the other grazing up and down your thigh. He clearly hadn’t done this before. You leaned closer to him, your lips lingering along his ear. Peter inhaled sharply, as your breath hit his skin. “Touch me.” You almost moaned quietly, he did as told, nodding as you sat back and continued to watch his lap with hooded eyes. Your hand worked back to the worksheet, while your other was handling palming him through his black jeans. His fingers pushed away your panties, he instantly collected the wetness between your slits, the pad of his index finger placed on your throbbing clit. You groaned lowly at the feeling, he didn’t really need your help, he somewhat knew what he was doing. Peter Parker has never been with a girl, especially in this way - he must’ve learned from videos, it felt good so that’s what you assumed. You clutched his hard cock through his jeans, biting down your lip as he rubbed circles on your sensitive bud. You looked up, on look-out once again before you met Flash’s eyes.
“What?” You snapped, “Sorry that our mole is gonna look better than y-yours.” You stuttered during the last word as Peter’s fingers pressed down on your clit harder than before, you rubbed him quicker.
“You wish!” Flash scoffed, turning his head and paying attention to his work, nudging his partner to work faster.
You quickened your pace with the palming of his cock, resisting the urge to accidentally drop your materials and get on your knees for Peter right there. His breathing was heavy, his fingers were quicker on your clit, he was close. You could see it in the way Peter was twitching, the way he occasionally shut his eyes and shuddered in pleasure. You leaned towards him again, a smile on your sweet face. “Cum for me, Parker.” You said softly, he instantly groaned but quickly covered it up with a cough - no one noticed. You continued to palm him until he grabbed your hand, it rested there for a second until you felt a wet spot on his black jeans. Peter was lucky he had worn them. You pulled away from him, a shit-eating grin on your face. You looked over at him and admired the post-orgasm look on his face, he was red, a bit sweaty from the pleasure. With confidence, you picked up his hand and raised it to his mouth. Peter took the hint, taking the fingers he had played with you and cleaning them up. He smiled back, leaning closer to you, “You taste so good.” Peter’s comment was low, it made you squeeze your thighs together in surprise.
“See? Look at mine, fuckers!” You both tore away, looking over at Flash who set down his mole. It was a stuffed animal in what looked like a makeshift Spider-Man suit. You snorted, your step-brother was obsessed with the superhero. Peter’s eyes widened at the sight, awkwardly coughing and focusing on your own project.
“It looks fucking stupid.” You laughed, snatching the Spider-Man mole in chucking it across the room. Flash smacked your arm, immediately protesting and shouting.
