striking vipers — peter parker smut
Summary: You and Peter grew up together, always being the best of friends. Things are different, you both are in your late twenties. You haven’t seen him in a year before he finally shows up again. It started with a video game.
Notes: yes this is based off of the ‘black mirror’ episode bc i love anthony mackie, i love pom klementieff and i love black mirror so let’s go??? PLEASE ENJOY AND LEAVE ME FEEDBAcK, i was really excited to make this and i hope it doesn’t suck too much!! ITS SUPER LONG IM SORRY
Warning: +18!!! smut, swearing,, video game violence?? spanking, oral (f and m receiving),, cheating,, IT GETS HOT AND HEAVY
There’s tons of kids, parents rushing back and forth to the small table with wine and running back to keep eyes on children. They stop to greet you, the birthday wishes are endless as people pass by. You thank them, pulling on a smile. It’s your twenty eighth birthday, your husband threw you a birthday party. You were unusually out of it, not really in the mood to celebrate. Your eyes find Ned’s hand waving you over, you grinned and obliged, walking over to him. He has his arms wrapped around Betty, she’s watching a little girl intently as she plays in your backyard.
“Hey guys,” You muttered, watching Ned press a kiss onto Betty’s lips before she walks off to grab their daughter. “I swear, you guys have been engaged for years now. When are you finally going through with it?” You asked Ned, sipping the glass of wine in your hand.
“Things are expensive right now. I promised her I would make everything perfect, so I’m saving until everything is how it should be.” Ned replied, his daughter waving at him in her mother’s arms. “Well what about you? You and Flash — What? Five years now? No kids yet?”
You shook your head, looking back over to the barbecue grill and smiling at Flash as he cooked burgers. “Not yet, it just doesn’t feel right yet.” You explained briefly, “He really wants to though.”
“They change your life, Y/N. In a good way. Betty and her are the best things that ever happened to me.” You watched him look back over to the blonde woman and the little girl. He watched them in awe, almost as if they were his favorite show and he couldn’t get enough of them. You could see the adoration he had for them, he’d die for them.
“Is that MJ?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked over at a curly haired woman with a little boy. “Jesus, she looks different.” That wasn’t true, she still looked like the Michelle Jones you knew from high school, one of your best friends, you simply didn’t recognize her because she wasn’t with her partner-in-crime.
“Y/N!” You turned and looked at Flash, he pointed towards the inside, “Can you get that for me?” Someone had been ringing the doorbell. You nodded, excusing yourself from Ned before rushing inside.
You fixed your hair as you trudged towards the door, you had on a pair of jeans with a blouse and a pair of thick wedges, you looked at yourself in the mirror before opening the door. You brushed off your blouse, glaring at your face, you felt old, you still had years to go, but you didn’t feel young anymore. Time was flying by, you weren’t sure how to feel about it. Now was the time that you become an adult, high school and college was over, you were married, you were living in a house that you bought yourself with your husband, Flash wants kids. You ripped away from your thoughts as a soft knock sounded, you quickly cleared your throat and opened the door.
“P-Peter! Hey, oh my gosh.” You smiled and pulled the familiar face in for a tight hug. He was your best friend in high school and college, you both were attached by the hip growing up. “It’s been so long.” His arms wrapped around your waist as the hug went on, it had been exactly a year since you had seen him in the flesh, he made an appearance at your birthday party last year then never popped by again.
“I know. Happy birthday!” Peter pulled away, his smile was the same, he pushed forward a gift. “I got you something.”
You raised your eyebrows then pouted, “Peter, you didn’t have to do that.” You muttered before taking it and stepping aside. “Come in!” You said.
Peter did as told, stepping inside and admiring your house. It was sophisticated, new picture frames littering the pale blue walls. He looked over at the sliding door across the room, “Quite the turnout.” He then looked down at the baby bags, kids toys scattered across the floor. “Did you and Flash - “ Peter began as he picked up a pack of pampers.
“No!” You snatched it, chuckling, “No, um - not yet.” Your best friend noticed the uncomfortable look on your face. “MJ’s here too. I figured you guys would ride together.” You pointed over to his wife, she was holding their little boy in her arms.
“Oh, MJ and I aren’t together anymore.” Peter said lowly as you poured yourself another cup of wine. Your eyes widened, your lips parting in shock. You instantly handed him the glass, he needed it more. “Thank you. It’s okay, it’s been a year. That’s why I haven’t been around as much, I’ve been figuring things out. I’m living in Queens again, I get our son on weekends.” He had a small frown.
“I’m so sorry, Peter. Only on weekends?” You asked softly, setting down the gift.
“Yeah, but it’s okay. MJ just thinks it’s better if she gets him, you know - patrolling and all.” Peter said quietly, you nodded, understanding what he meant. There was a small pause before he sighed with a smile, “Open it!” He pushed.
“Okay, okay!” You laughed, opening up the bag and pulling out the paper. You finally reached in and grabbed a box, “Striking Vipers.” You looked up at Peter who smiled down at you, “God, this was so long ago.” The last time you had played was ten years back, before Flash and you had gotten serious. Aside from Peter, Ned, MJ, and you messing around constantly after school, this was what you and Peter did almost every school night.
“It’s a new version, updated and all, it’s virtual reality. I played the demo in the store, it was fucking amazing. I thought of you, your birthday, so I got it for you.” Peter watched you gawk at the packaging. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you so much.” You set it back into the bag and hugged Peter. “I’m really glad you’re here.” You muttered gently. You inhaled his scent, it was comforting and made you warm. There were no feelings with Peter, he was nothing but your best friend, everything felt okay with him.
The sliding door open causing you and Peter to slowly let each other go, Flash grinned as he walked in. The two men greeted each other with a shake of the hand before Flash wrapped his arm around you. “Sweetheart, everyone’s outside, we’re about to cut the cake.” You nodded. “Come on, Parker! I’ll cut you a big slice.” Flash gestured outside.
“Oh no, I can’t, um –“ Peter looked over at you, hoping you would understand what he meant. He didn’t want to see MJ, he insisted that it was no big deal, but he couldn’t bear to see her. “I have to get going.” Peter patted Flash’s back. “It was nice seeing you guys.”
“It was nice to see you too, Pete. Thank you for the gift.” You pulled Flash to help you lead Peter out. “Please, don’t be a stranger, Pete.” You watched him open the door and smile back at you.
“I won’t be. Bye guys.” Peter waved, his eyes didn’t leave yours. He looked guilty, for having to leave, for not telling you about MJ, for being MIA a whole year, for not being a best friend.
You shut the door, smiling at Flash as he held you. He pressed his lips onto yours causing you to hum out in satisfaction, you pressed your fingers onto his jaw, pulling back. Flash and you despised each other in school, but when college rolled around, Ned and Betty were together, MJ and Peter, you and Flash was somewhat drawn to each other. He brushed his thumb on your lip, suggesting you both get back to your party. You agreed, somewhat wishing you could kick everyone out and go to bed, but you knew it couldn’t happen. The party dragged on, everyone leaving at around seven due to work and school for the kids the next day. Ned and Betty said their goodbyes, MJ giving you a tight hug, your friends left in a hurry. You were left with Flash, he was brushing his teeth while you were sprawled out on the bed you shared. He joined you, laying beside you and holding you. In no time, he was passed out asleep. You, on the other hand, were staring up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to finally set in but it simply wouldn’t. You sighed in frustration, climbing out of bed and walking to the living room.
Your robe hugged you tightly, crawling onto the couch after turning on your TV. The light from the screen illuminated your face in the dark, you grabbed the controller and placed the game piece inside. You settled on a boring game, one that would soon drift you off to sleep, you had work in the morning. The game consisted of puzzles, you worked the buttons to solve each one, time going by slow. A chime went off, you directed your eyes to the corner of the screen.
‘Peter is online.’ You smiled, ‘Peter invited you to play Striking Vipers.’ You pressed the join icon, putting your ear piece in. After a few seconds of fumbling with the game piece, you inserted it into the controller.
“Parker. Shouldn’t you be in bed?” You slouched into the couch as the game loaded. Frames of red, yellow, and blue were displayed as the title appeared.
“Shouldn’t you?” Peter retaliated. He pressed the start button, “Early day in the office tomorrow, you sure you wanna do this?” The display was normal, nothing seemed different.
“Yes, Peter! Alright, how do I do this?” You asked. Your fingers fiddled with the box, opening it up and peering down with furrowed eyebrows at the technical device.
“Take the sticker, put it on your forehead.” Peter explained over the earpiece, chuckling at you.
You did as told, fumbling with the sticker and finally placing it onto the right side of your forehead. You stared at the screen, waiting for something to happen.
“Now what?” You asked in a confused tone.
“Press the sync icon on your controller.” Peter said.
You followed orders, pressing a finger on the controller before you slouched into the couch. Your head tilted back, your eyes going black, Peter’s voice cut off as you were leaving consciousness. After a few seconds, you came back to, colors and lights forcing you to awaken. You gasped out in surprise, Peter doing the same with an amused laugh. Everything was vivid, you recognized the same place you and Peter always picked to play, an alleyway in Japan, neon signs bright and on every corner. You waited to pick characters, reminiscent on your favorite one years back ‘Lance’ while Peter adored ‘Roxette’ but you watched as a display appeared.
‘Self-Character Mode placed.’ You peered down at your body, it was you, but in a tightly fitted latex orange jumpsuit, it showed a good amount of cleavage to the point where Flash would freak out. You had fabric wrapped around your hands. Peter was wearing a wife beater tank top, a pair of red loose pants and a red headband on. It was realistic, almost as if he was actually in front of you, he somewhat was. You both were ten feet apart, your arms raised in a fighting stance.
“Is this gonna hurt?” You asked with a smirk, jumping back and forth excitedly.
Peter shrugged, “You can feel everything. Tell me if you feel this!” He suddenly leaped forward, kicking under your feet causing you to fall onto your back.
“Oh you asshole!” You groaned, standing back up and striking a move. You found yourself button smashing, going from punches to high kicks to combos.
“You’re button smashing, Y/N!” He protested. You laughed back, he finally got a hit in, the sensation felt real causing you to groan in pain. “Play fair, baby girl.” The pet name made you freeze slightly but you played it off easily by punching him in retaliation.
“You’re going down, Parker.”
You both kicked and punched, not hard enough to leave each other crying and not rough enough to immediately end the game. Peter was going easy on you, you had to admit you sucked at this game despite your constant attempts for years. Your hands healed if they were bruised, the small marks on Peter’s face faded as seconds went by. You pressed your buttons, hoping a specific combo you remembered back from years would still work. It did, you lurched forward and used one hand to wrap around Peter’s throat, you swiped both his legs and pushed him against the ground. You giggled above him in satisfaction, your hand loosening its grip. Before you could even blink, Peter grabbed your own throat and flipped you over, his legs straddling your hips. You huffed in annoyance, his free hand pinning your arm above your head. He smiled down at you, the both of you laughing before Peter suddenly leaned in. His lips were on yours, the kiss soft and slow. You were frozen, but a part of you cracked and you were soon kissing back. It was different, you could feel the kiss as if it were real, the butterflies in your stomach, the need for it to deepen. He pulled back slightly, your foreheads pressed against each other.
“Peter, we shouldn’t.” You thought back to Flash, he was sound asleep in your shared bed, you looked down at your arm that was dangling beside you, your wedding ring still visible.
“I know.” Peter nodded, he was panting above. You shifted underneath him, shyly lifting your hips to meet his crotch as you argued with yourself mentally. “We shouldn’t.” He agreed, there was so much at risk.
“But I want to.” You whispered, that was all Peter needed to hear before his lips met yours again. You lifted your free hand to touch his stomach, pushing up his loose shirt and quietly whining at the feel of his toned abdomen. “I need you.”
He sat you up, kissing your neck, trailing to your collarbones until he reached the top of your breasts where he left soft bruises. They disappeared after seconds, he freed you of the latex suit, zipping it down and helping you peel it off. He groaned at the sight of your naked body, whispering to you about how beautiful you looked. Peter’s hard-on was visible through the baggy red pants that you quickly yanked down, his length hitting his stomach almost immediately. There were no smirks, no snarky remarks about how vulnerable you both were, there were soft praises and moans, delicate kisses. You lurched up, grabbing his arm and throwing each other against the virtual corner store, the neon lights illuminating your bodies and faces. He was pressed against the glass while you peppered kisses down from his neck to his stomach. You fell to your knees, placing a soft kiss on the angry red tip of his cock causing him to softly groan.
“Y/N,” The sound of your name rolling off of his tongue made you damp, your pussy was glistening. You took your time, licking up his shaft and twirling your tongue around his tip. Under hooded eyes, you looked up at him, watching his face express the pleasure he was feeling. His fingers tangled into your hair as you took his length into your mouth, working your tongue as you bobbed your head. With one hand gripping onto his bare thigh, you took your free hand and led it down to your dripping heat, playing with the sensitive bud between your legs. Each moan that you let out while he was thrusting into your mouth sent him into a frenzy, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your clit was throbbing at your fingers, you could come at the sight of him, his whimpers were sending you over the edge. Just before you could come from below him, and just as his cock twitched in your pretty mouth, he pulled away and made you stand. The roles were flipped, the front of your body was pressed against the glass while he crouched to his knees. Peter’s hand slapped against your ass causing you to yelp out in surprise, he pressed your upper body further into the glass and forced you to arch your back. His tongue slipped to your pussy, dipping in and out of you.
“Fuck, Peter!” You cried, dragging your hand against the glass. Your sensations were set to an unbelievable level, everything felt like heaven, each swipe of his tongue was sending you into a bliss.
“C’mere, princess.” Peter whispered softly as he stood to his feet, you were shaking underneath him. He lowered himself, bringing your hips to a higher level before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A pornographic moan left your mouth as he filled you. “You’re so tight.” He allowed you to adjust, your body pressing further into the glass. The thrusts started off slow, he hit each angle perfectly, his hands holding your breasts as he pulled you back into his body.
“Faster, Peter.” You begged, beads of sweat collecting across your body as he held you. Peter quickly obliged, his thrusts becoming fast-paced and deeper. “Fuck!” You moaned, your teeth biting down on your lip. You swore you were seeing stars from how good he was fucking you, the both of you were sensitive. Typically, you lasted a good amount of time during sex, it was hard to make you come, but in this moment; you weren’t sure how long you had left.
“Oh my god.” Peter mumbled into your neck, he was twitching deep inside of you. The two of you were bound to explode any second now, unable to go any longer from the dialed pleasure. “I’m gonna come.” He panted, you nodded in agreement.
“Come for me, Peter.” You pleaded, you were trailing right behind him. He did, filling you with his warm seed which caused you to cry out. Your legs shook, your fingers clawing at his thighs, your head fell back in defeat. The two of you stood, his cock still inside of you, fingers still playing with your hard nipples. You caught your breath, wiping away the sweat on your forehead. Peter turned you around, pressing your body against his as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. His hands were shaking, you both were overstimulated. The kiss lingered for a few minutes before you tore away, looking up at him with a worried glance.
“Oh no,” You thought back to Flash, you made a mistake. “Oh my god, what did I do?”
Peter’s eyes widened, “No, Y/N. It’s okay!” He insisted, watching you squirm away from him.
“No, no — NO! How do I get out of here?” You looked at him. He stared at you, your hair was stuck against your sweaty face, your cheeks were soft pink, your lips swollen from his kisses. “Peter!” You shouted.
“Exit game!” He exclaimed quickly, Peter disappeared.
You stared at where he once stood, looking at the littered articles of clothing on the streets. You felt tears brimming your eyes, quickly inhaling in panic. What had you just done? You cheated, was this cheating? It wasn’t real, but it sure felt like it. Peter was your best friend. You loved what had just happened. But Flash, how could you have done this to your husband? You shook your head, gulping.
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