The lyrics are from the Russian song “My heart” by Splean. You can listen to it here. And the full translation (as well as alternative variants) can be found here.
All you could do was stare at your husband of 2 years after he asked something so random. “Pete, you’re gonna have to be specific cause…why?” you ask, disbelief written all over your face.
“I mean, you always wax. I feel like it’s a little unfair,” Peter shrugs.
Your mouth is hung open, and you blink, still not knowing what to say. You finally snap out of it, “Peter…babes, you don’t have to do that. I wax cause I want to, plus as long as you trim the hair, I don’t mind it.”
“But I wanna try it. Just once at least, please?” Peter begs, giving you the ‘I love you, so please do this for me’ face.
You sigh, knowing that face always breaks you. “Alright. Ok, fine, yeah, I’ll wax you.” Even though you don’t fully get his reason, the big smile that spreads across his face is definitely worth the yes.
Within minutes, Peter is laid on his back on the bed, below his waist completely bare, as he watches you prepare your wax. “Ok,” you start after you’re ready, “it’s gonna be warm. Just relax.” Peter nods, and you start putting the wax around his hairy area.
When the wax comes into contact with his skin, you see him slowly inhale, the ghost of a smile on his lips. As you continue, as you expected, he starts getting hard. You knew he would. The warm wax is so close to his cock, so he can’t help it.
You can tell he doesn’t notice cause he acts so natural while his cock stands stiff and tall against his stomach. You know he’ll be embarrassed when he realizes.
Once you’re finished coating all the wax, you get the strips and start sticking them. You stick the first one, but Peter’s cock is in the way of the second, so you gently move it out of the way with your hand, finally getting his attention.
You act like you don’t see his eyes snap open and down to you, and his body slightly stiffens. “S-sorry,” he finally squeaks out.
“It’s ok,” you say, giving him a gentle smile. You continue sticking the last strip, noting how Peter is a little more fidgety, the warmth of the wax no longer distracting him from the pulsing in his hard cock. “Alright, done. I’m gonna pull them now,” you tell him, looking at the wax strips on his pelvis.
“Alright,” he mumbles.
You grip the first strip, giving him one last look before pulling it. You didn’t know exactly what to expect, but at the least you figured the pain would make him soften. It didn’t. The most reaction you got was a quiet sharp inhale. “You good?” you ask, setting the strip to the side.
“Yeah.”
You keep pulling the strips. It’s not many, but each time, Peter gives less and less a reaction, only his face progressively getting redder, plus him starting to bite his lip. “Alright, last one.” Peter only gives a hum in response. You grip the last strip and pull.
This time, you definitely don’t expect what happened. You’d admit, Peter’s cock was visibly pulsing, his tip red and begging for stimulation, plus the fact pre cum started leaking from his slit. However, when his cock started spriting out cum, a loud whimper escaping his lips, it surprised you.
Thick cum leaks from his tip, and he can’t help but hang his mouth open and pant, a soft cry leaving it from the relief. A surprised smile spreads your lips, and you open your mouth to say something but don’t know what to say. “Pete- I, I’d ask if you liked that, but…” you trail your hand up his leg and wrap it around his cum covered cock, making him yelp when you start stroking it.
“Ah~ w-wait~ Y/n, please- s-sensitive,” Peter whined. You smirk, but have mercy on him and take your hand away, grabbing a tissue to clean him up. Once you finish, you put everything away, and Peter is still laid on the bed, his eyes heavy.
You climb on the bed next to him, sitting up on your side and looking at him. “Do you like how it looks?” you ask, meaning his waxed pelvic area.
“Mm, I don’t know, haven’t looked. I’ll look tomorrow. M'sleepy,” Peter says, his voice sluggish, eyes barely open as he tries to look at you.
You laugh lightly. “Alright.”
“By the way, I think I have a pain kink,” he adds.
synopsis: Peter Parker has been your best friend for years. After you develop a relationship with somebody else, you see a side of him you’ve never seen before.
content warnings: RAPE/NONCON, blood,dark!peter parker, plus size!reader, negative self talk, insecurities, slow burn, implied stalking, oral (f! receiving), slapping, degradation, spit, unproteced sex, creampie, lmk if i missed any
He had shyly approached you, a blush high on his cheeks as he handed you a stack of papers. Confused, you simply stared at them, eyebrows cinched and lips slightly downturned.
You were well aware of who Peter Parker was. He was a member of the Midtown Academic Decathlon team that you were also part of; though you never directly interacted it’s him due to your nerves. He seemed kind, he was lanky and a little geeky, making him the butt of a lot of jokes. Much like you were. For opposite reasons, of course.
You were often teased and ridiculed for your size. You were heavier and much curvier than other girls your age. You had a puffy face and a matching plump body, most people couldn’t look past that. So, to say the least, you weren’t very popular.
Peter Parker knew all about you. He had been watching you since your freshman year. He was absolutely mesmerized when first laid eyes on you. He swears he had never seen a more beautiful sight than you, taking little, shy steps like you were afraid to make your presence known. Your hair was done in the way he would grow to like best, and you wore a pretty blue plaid skirt and a white sweater. The skirt was a tad too long and he could sense your discomfort as you tugged it down even further. He remembers staring at you as you looked around with unfamiliarity and slight fear in your eyes. The innocence in your eyes was also hard to miss. You held textbooks to your chest, an attempt to conceal your tummy. He watched as you stood alone, your cute nose making slight movements as you stood. Your nose wiggled like a little bunny. He felt the desire to protect you, keep you next to him and out of harm’s way. He regrets not approaching you that day. It would have saved you from a lonely year.
“I was told to give these to you,” he said silently, “I heard you missed a few days.”
“Oh,” you breathed, taking them from him, your chubby hands looking silly against his thin, veiny ones. Peter thought they looked perfect together. “Thank you, Peter,” you said, quickly pulling your hands away and hiding them behind your back when you saw his gaze on them.
His eyes lingered on where your hand was against his before he looked up at you and gave you a bright smile, “no problem.”
Peter walked you to your class after that, taking the empty seat beside you and discussing the subject matter with you. And to your surprise, he followed you to your next class, and the next, and the next. By the end of the day you were quite fond of the boy. He was a lot kinder than you’d imagined, he even promised to see you the following morning for breakfast with Ned and MJ. Of course, you tried to decline but he wouldn’t let you leave without the promise of arriving on time.
This was years ago and your friendship had only gotten stronger.
Being friends with Peter was refreshing and comforting. He wasn’t like the other guys you’d met in university. He didn’t have any ulterior motives nor did he fetishize you. He did not attempt to coerce you, or manipulate you into getting what he wants because you owedit to him. No, Peter would never do that.
Peter was actually the one to look after you, he made you aware of what those who sought you were really after. They want to take advantage of you, bunny, he’d said several times. They want to ruin you. He would never elaborate on what he meant when he said that and you didn’t like to pry. He just had a good judge of character is all.
Of course Ned and MJ were your friends too and they were very nice to you as well, but you always felt that they were only acquainted with you for Peter’s sake. You never hung out with them without Peter present but you tried not to let it bother you.
Your goal for the year was to acquire your own circle of friends, maybe even get a boyfriend after being single your entire life. Peter had a few girlfriends here and there, though nothing was ever serious. You couldn’t help but feel slightly envious of him, he had grown to be quite attractive, making it easy for him to make connections.
He had lost the baby fat on his cheeks, his jaw was now angular and his strong bone structure was one of his most prominent features on top of his big, brown eyes and muscular body. He was muscular in a lean way, a way that isn’t entirely noticeable under the sweaters he always wore.
Today Peter sat across from you, latte in hand as he basked in the morning sun. His tight black shit highlighted his muscular arms and chest, you caught yourself staring as you sometimes did when he ditched the ill-fitting clothing. His chocolate brown curls framed his face beautifully, looking golden where they met the sun. His lips, colored like pink peonies, rested with the slightest pout.
You sipped your london fog, squinting as you looked up in search of the singing bird in the tree above your head. You caught sight of it. The creature’s delicate red feathers looked like fire in the golden sky as it flew away. Your stare fell on Peter again, “our 8AM lecture was cancelled today.”
Peter hummed, not moving from his previous state, “I know.”
You huffed, “why’re we here, then?” you set your cup down, “it’s way too early. We, no I, should be in bed.”
Peter’s lips quirked up into a smile, “I wanted to hang out.”
“At six thirty A.M.? We could’ve hung out at a more reasonable hour, like, I don’t know, eleven,” you began ranting and you saw one of Peter’s eyes open slightly. “Or maybe twelve, we could’ve gotten breakfast or… or brunch!”
“You never eat breakfast,” he said, swinging his head forward, eyes now fully open and on you.
“I do…” you claimed, your nose scrunching, lips pouting.
Peter clicked his tongue, “not enough.”
“Well, whatever,” you opted to change the subject before he could continue further.
“We still could’ve met up later. Like I said, brunch.”
“I don’t know,” he began, sitting up all the way now, “I kinda like being out this early. It’s nice and quiet.”
“I guess so,” you murmured, leaning back to rest on your elbows.
Peter watched you, gaze moving from your Mary Jane clad feet to your pretty hair. You wore a dress today. It was Peter’s favorite dress, not that you knew that. It was a lilac purple color and it had short, puffy sleeves. He liked the way the dress clung to your curves and complimented your skin tone. It was the shortest of all your dresses, so he especially liked the way it rode up your thighs when you sat down, making your pudgy thighs all the more visible to him. He stared at them now, noticing the way the plush fat pooled around you like a sea of soft flesh as you relaxed. He wanted to grab them, bury his face in them and drown in you.
His eyes ran up your body further, over the curve of your tummy and swell of your breasts. The necklace Peter had gifted you last Christmas sat prettily around your neck, resting on your bare chest above the heart shaped neckline of your dress, rising and falling as you breathed. He stared at it, not noticing when you opened your eyes to look at him.
“Okay?” he heard you ask.
“Mhm,” he replied, tearing his eyes away and giving you a soft smile.
+
The morning had passed rather quickly and you perked up after your second tea of the day. Your last class of the day was your creative writing class. As you strode in, you took your usual seat in the front of the room, setting your things down beside you.
Your focus was on the board in front of you when you felt a gush of air on your left. You looked over, catching sight of a tall figure sitting down beside you.
“Hey,” the man exhaled, setting down his things next to yours.
You opened your mouth to respond but you ended up holding your hand up to signal a hello.
The man smiled, “I’m Harry,” he held a hand out for you to shake.
You looked at it, quietly introducing yourself as you took his pale hand. Your touch was featherlight as it took you by surprise when he gripped it tightly with a slight laugh.
Harry was effortlessly charming. He was cute and cool and he had a sharp sense of humor, you learned. But on top of that, he had a contagious smile and a gaze that made you feel like you were the most important person in the room. You often caught yourself gazing at him with the corner of your eye trying to be inconspicuous with your staring. He had shiny blonde hair that you thought resembled Peter’s. Only lighter and shorter and straighter and not really like Peter’s at all.
You weren’t sure why your mind had suddenly wandered to Peter. Maybe a part of you wondered what he would think of Harry. Or maybe you were subconsciously comparing them. You weren’t sure.
“Hey, um,” you turned towards Harry who had begun speaking. Class had ended and you were gathering your things. “We should meet up,” he grinned, “maybe the library?”
You weren’t used to social invitations, much less from men like Harry.
“Does tomorrow at four work for you?”
You nodded, unable to find your voice. You felt blood rush to your face at the look he gave you next. It was like he was trying to figure you out, understand you with a simple glance. Like he was trying to read you like a book.
“Great,” he picked up your bag for you, “looking forward to it.”
+
Peter was laying on your bed when you arrived at your little studio apartment. He was half asleep, strong arms wrapped tightly around your stuffed bunny and surrounded by your assortment of other stuffed animals. He shot up at the sound of the door opening, “hey.”
“Do you ever go home?” you kicked off your shoes and set your bag down. “This place isn’t big enough for the both of us.”
In his mind it was. Just perfect. It kept you close.
“Why would I? You’re such good company, bunny.”
You snorted, “I’m sure that’s the reason and definitely not you trying to get away from Ned and Betty.”
You moved towards your bed, plopping down next to him, adjusting the skirt of your dress that had ridden up when you landed. Peter watched your hands as they rested on your tummy. He could see right down your dress. He could see the white bra hugging your tits, a little bow between the cups.
“What?” you asked, self consciously moving your hand to your chin.
“Nothing. Don’t do that,” he looked at the ceiling. It bothered Peter when you did things like that. As if you weren’t the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
You simply huffed, “how did you even get in here?”
He motioned toward the open window, “you really need to start locking it. One of these days a creep could just come waltzing in and you’d have no idea.”
“A creep like you,” you joked with a breathy laugh. You tore your stuffed bunny from his arms.
“Worse,” he said lazily.
Silence filled the room for a few seconds as Peter began to doze off again.
“I met this guy in class today.”
Peter was suddenly very awake. “Oh,” a pause, “who?”
“He said his name is Harry, I don’t know his last name but he was very nice.” You sounded excited, “we’re meeting up at the library tomorrow to study and get some work done.”
Get some work done. Sure, that’s what you were gonna do. Peter knew better than that. You didn’t, of course. That’s why you were so lucky to have Peter with you, by your side, protecting you from evil college guys who just wanted to get under your skirt. They wouldn’t have a clue what to do to you. How to make you feel good and have you purring sweetly in their ears…
“So, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t break into my home.”
“Huh?”
You gave him an unamused look, “you weren’t listening.”
He grinned, “I’m always listening.”
You rolled your eyes, “I said, don’t come by just in case we come back here.”
Peter furrowed his brows in disgust. What business would hehave coming back to your apartment if you were just going to study? Did he ask you if he could come over?
“Why would you do that?”
You shifted uncomfortably, “I don’t know…”
Peter felt sick.
“We should do something else instead. There’s a new vietnamese place not far from here. MJ says they have really good pho.”
“Peter…” you started. He knew you were going to say no. You rarely said no to him. “How about Friday? We can get takeout and come back here and watch movies. Your pick.”
His first mistake was looking over at you. Your chubby cheeks and pretty lips pulled up into a sweet smile. Your eyes were pleading, please say yes, please say yes. His second mistake was giving in.
“Fine.”
+
Peter left your apartment shortly after that. You had spent the rest of the night going over the conversation trying to figure out where you went wrong. He had seemed upset as he hugged you goodbye. His brown eyes didn’t hold the same warmth they always did. Maybe he thinks I’m trying to replace him. But that wouldn’t make any sense. You only just met Harry. You didn’t know anything about him besides his first name.
“Hey!” Harry called, a tad too loudly for the library. He stood from his seat, waving you over.
In all honesty, you didn’t expect him to be there. It was a little before four and you had arrived with low expectations. Though this was only intended to be a study session and nothing more, Harry was a very attractive man. He was funny and charming and extroverted and you… were none of those things.
“Hi,” you mumbled as you neared the table he was seated at. It was in the far corner, furthest away from the librarian. Or any of the other stressed university students.
“I chose this table so we won’t have to whisper,” he smiled, patting the open seat beside him.
His eagerness made you blush. “Good idea,” your voice was still small.
He chuckled, “thanks,” he dramatically whispered.
You blushed further, “sorry.”
The both of you were silent as you took out your laptops.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you for some time now,” he started. “I read one of your pieces when the semester started and I really enjoyed it. You’re a phenomenal writer.”
“Really?” he appeared nonchalant as he typed in his password. As if he hadn’t just given you the kindest compliment you had ever received.
“Yeah, it’s so obvious how passionate you are. I mean everytime I look at you, you look so entranced by the books you read or by the professor or your own work.”
He looked at you?
“Oh,” your face felt warmer, “um, thank you.”
He smiled at you, “no problem, it’s true.”
You felt butterflies in your tummy and you began to log into your laptop to avoid looking at him.
You began to work in silence, hyper aware of everytime Harry leaned in close to you, reading your story as you typed. He smelled of musk and vanilla. His head of blonde locks tickled your ear.
Eventually, you presumed he grew bored as he shut his laptop and turned to face you in his chair. You attempted to ignore him but your typing began to slow and your focus was only on the boy beside you.
You gave him a faux look of annoyance, “I thought we were here to study.”
“We are,” he propped his head up on his hand that rested on the table. “To study and get to know each other.”
Get to know each other.
That was unexpected.
You couldn’t ignore the butterflies that erupted in your tummy, “Oh, okay, yeah.”
Surprisingly, you had a decent amount in common with Harry. Of course, not overly so. Not like you and Peter. But this is a good thing. You’re making your own friends.
+
“Oh, he’s so lovely, Pete!” you gushed, your nose wiggling as you spoke.
“Mhm,” Peter watched you with a strange look, mouth full of boba pearls, “you’ve mentioned that.”
You gave him a smile that normally would have made him turn to mush. Only this time, it didn’t. Had you smiled at Harry like that?
“I’m excited!” you waved your hands in the air, “I’m making my own friends, Pete. I’m an independent woman now.”
He rolled his eyes as he took another sip of his tea, “good. Good for you.” He couldn’t help the bitter feeling that rested in the pit of stomach.
Independent. You had made a single “friend” (Peter didn’t even want to think about that. He knew Harry was just using you, that’s not what friends do. You shouldn’t throw that term around like that. Hewas your friend. Peterwas your friend.) and you already pegged yourself as independent. He could laugh in your face. You were far too pure to face the world without him by your side. Like hell you were independent.
You pouted, your eyes searching for his, “are you angry with me?”
Angry? Why would he be angry? Because you hadn’t shown at your arranged time? Because the reason you were late was because you wanted to squeeze in an extra “study date” with Harry? No, he wasn’t angry. Not at you anyway.
“Of course not, bunny. Could never be.”
It was true, he wasn’t necessarily angry, he was more so slightly bothered by what you had done. That’s how it usually was. You would do something that Peter did not agree with but he would never be angry. Just mildly annoyed. He couldn’t actually be angry with his sweet little bunny. You probably didn’t even know the consequences of your actions. He couldn’t blame you for that.
You smiled, leaning in to give him a hug. Peter was immediately enveloped in warmth, your soft body melding with his. The sweet scent of lavender and honey was all around in. Your hair tickled his neck where you buried your face. You were on your knees on the couch, allowing Peter a view of your backside covered in your lounge wear.
He loved your hugs. They always succeed in lifting his spirits and making him a little dizzy. You were just so warm and soft and perfect for him.
You pulled away, still smiling as you sunk back into your spot on your tiny, tiny couch and pulling your own tea to your lips.
He let himself watch as you wrapped your lovely mouth around the straw. A minuscule puddle of milk tea formed on your bottom lip, and you licked it up as you removed the straw. Your tongue was wet and a delightful shade of pink as you slid it across the expanse of your lip.
He felt a throb in his sweatpants. Shifting, he asked, “so, what else did you do today?”
You hummed, chewing the balls of boba in your mouth, “that’s all. Just hung out with Harry. We have a lot more in common than I thought,” you giggled. “We just don’t run out of things to talk about.”
He inhaled, feeling himself go soft, “that’s a lot of talking in the library.”
“Oh, we didn’t go to the library,” you shook your head.
He gave you a look, “where did you go?”
You looked hesitant, “um, we went to his flat. It was nearby and he had forgotten his books, so it was easier to stay there.”
How convenient.
“Bunny,” Peter started.
You had a guilty look on your face as you stared at him, “I know,” your voice was small, “not safe. I know… but he’s not like the other guys Pete. He wouldn’t hurt me.”
“How can you be so sure, hm? You’re in no way prepared to protect yourself. What if he had done something to you? What would you have done?”
“He wouldn’t…” you looked down, “he wouldn’t do anything.” You bit your lip as you nervously whispered, “I think he likes me.”
Peter could hardly hear you. He was sure he hadn’t heard correctly because of how softly you spoke. “Speak up, bunny. I can’t hear you.”
“I said I think he likes me,” you said a little louder. He could see the embarrassment on your face. Like you couldn’t believe you had said that out loud.
Peter swallowed, “oh.”
There was a pause, “what makes you think that?”
“Well,” your nose fluttered, “he said he’s never met anyone like me. And he,” you glanced up at him before returning your gaze to your lap, “he tried to kiss me.”
Oh.
Peter didn’t know how to react. He stared at your pretty eyes with his brows cinched and an analyzing gaze. The first thought to pop into his was: did you kiss him?Then:did you want to kiss him?
“Oh,” he managed to say, “did you?”
You inhaled, “um, no…” you trailed off, shifting uncomfortably. “I couldn’t.”
Good. He doesn’t deserve to feel your lips. He doesn’t deserve your first kiss.
“I don’t know how,” you looked up at him. Your eyes looked glassy and you had a look of embarrassment on your face.
It should have been obvious. Peter did keep any potential love interest as far from you as you could manage, yet he was still flustered.
He hummed, feeling blood rush to his groin, “you don’t?”
You shook your head, “no… never learned how.”
Your lips looked so pretty as you pouted, shame present on your face. Peter wanted to reach over, pull you in close and kiss you softly. He wanted to run his hands through your hair and up your soft curves. To hear your lovely noises as you gave into him.
He grimaced as the image of Harry’s dirty lips inching closer to yours. Your pure, innocent mouth being tainted by his filthy one. He could have that. What else would he make you do?
He could only imagine your gasp of surprise, your inexperienced movements, your sugary taste. But you were sitting right in front of him, weren’t you? You had enough confidence in him that you would even confess such a thing. He was obligated to help you, wasn’t he? You’re essentially asking for help, right?
“I could,” he paused, unsure, “I could teach you.”
“Really?” You straightened your back a tad, eyes widening at the offer.
You trusted him so much. After all these years that you’d known him, Peter had never once misled you in any way shape or form. He was the person you trusted most because you knew he had your best interest in mind. He was your best friend. He was there to keep you safe.
“Mhm,” he moved a little closer, “if you’d want that, I can.”
You nodded eagerly, “yes, Peter, please.”
Yes, Peter, please…
You sat still as Peter invaded your space.
He licked his lips, you reluctantly placed one hand on your thigh, and the other reaching up to cup your chubby face. The warmth of your being was seeping into him so deep he felt warmer than he ever had.
You looked at him expectantly, your glassy gaze flickering from his golden brown eyes to his lips.
“Are you ready?” He whispered, mouth mere inches from yours.
You inhaled, “yes, Peter. I wanna be good for Harry.”
He ignored the pang in his chest, “well, you have to be good for me first, bunny.”
You nodded, fluttering your eyes shut. He watched you for a second. Your nose wiggled faintly as you breathed and you sat patiently waiting with your pouty lips puckered up slightly.
He was able to see it all this close to you. All of your imperfections that he never had the privilege of noticing before. It only made him long for you more.
Peter ignored the thought in his head that said if he knew you’d give into him so easily under the pretense of teaching you, he would’ve offered his services much earlier.
He leaned in, hovering just before your lips, eyeing how your eyebrows furrowed and your lips extended further. But not single complaint about Peter’s excruciatingly slow pace because he knows best, and he knew you knew that.
He could feel your shaky exhales on his skin as he finally connected your lips. He felt himself twitch, once, twice, at the sheer feeling of your lips pressed against his. It was harder to refrain from going further - maybe a hand up your thigh, up your belly and to your tits, maybe wrap them around your neck…
He felt your face contort as he began to finally move his mouth against yours, your kisses were as sloppy as he’d imagined them to be. And he was correct, your inexperience made him painfully hard. He reluctantly removed his hand from your thigh and placed it on his bulge. He just couldn’t resist. You let out a high shaky breath as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting you.
Peter could taste the remnants of your milk tea on your tongue. You attempted to mirror his movements and he felt another throb at your feeble efforts.
He rubbed his hand onto his hard cock to resist the urge to do something completely inappropriate like take your hand to place it on his thigh to get him even closer to his release. He didn’t believe it would take much at all for him to cum. Your mouth moving against his was more than enough.
You began to get the hang of it and it somehow made Peter’s erection even more painful. His hips involuntarily jerked as you wrapped your arms up around his neck, tugging him close. Your thigh brushed against his cock, he sighed. You gasped, your tongue halting its sloppy movements.
He could feel you pulling back and he chased your lips, pushing into you and not permitting you to disconnect your mouths. You leaned back against the arm of the small couch in your attempt to pull away from your best friend’s lips. Peter followed you, body against yours. His cock sat on your thigh and he hoped you couldn’t feel it twitch.
As his hips made small movements, grinding into your thigh. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your head, keeping you against him, while the other felt up your sides, resting below your tits. You let out a whiny sound as you began to kiss him back again.
Peter’s thrusts became more erratic as he drew closer and closer to the edge. He felt your thigh tense and your hips lifted off the couch, pushing into his lower abdomen. Your arms tightened around his neck.
Your kisses were still messy, you used far too much tongue and had little technique but Peter had never had a better kiss. He came abruptly when you moaned into his mouth again, hand pulling on the hair at the name of his neck. He pulled away from you and groaned, out of breath into your shoulder as he steadied himself.
“Pete,” you breathed, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so eager.”
Peter was taken aback. He didn’t respond as he regained his composure into your warm shoulder, inhaling your scent. His cock was slowly going soft but the proximity to you made him believe that it would shoot back up with any movement you made.
“I just,” a pause, “I guess I got a little carried away.”
It baffled Peter that you thought any of what happened had been your fault. As if he didn’t invade your space and force your head into place so he could get himself off.
“It’s okay, bunny.”
You buried your head into his shoulder and there was no sign of parting for a while. Peter only pulled away when he felt his hot cum seeping through his pants in a wet puddle. His movements were quick when he grabbed a throw pillow and threw it over his lap.
“You know I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”
+
You had spent an increasing amount of time with Harry over the last few weeks. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you’d thought he’d have grown bored of you by now. But it seemed the opposite. He texted you often, smiled at you in a way that made you feel warm and special, and he seemed genuinely interested and excited to speak to you. You hadn’t felt that way since you met Peter.
Harry had even asked you out on a date. On Saturday evening he promised to pick you up from your apartment and take you somewhere you’d never been. You had little time to think of anything else because of how excited you were. Harry Osborn wanted to go on a date with you.
It had been the only thing on your mind for the last week. Well, that and your mess of a friendship with Peter Parker.
After the kiss shared with Peter, you had spent less time with him. On top of plans with Harry, you felt guilty for how you acted. You felt that you had taken advantage of him and his kindness. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and in a way uncomfortable around Peter now. You knew it wasn’t his fault, it was yours. And he deserved better.
You began to ignore his calls and texts and you took different routes to and from your classes. You even stopped replying to Ned and MJ after they began questioning where you’d run off to. In a way that comment made you feel a little ridiculous. It was like they expected Peter to be dragging you around on a leash. Like you were his little pet or something of the like.
That wasn’t Peter’s fault though. You didn’t believe anything was. Peter was a saint in your eyes. Your savior of a life of solace. That’s why you felt the worst you ever had about locking your window.
The first night, you had pretended to be asleep when you heard light taps on the glass. You closed your eyes and ignored the noise, waiting what felt like hours to move again.
Now, almost two weeks later, you had finally been confronted.
Peter looked at you with a look you had never seen and couldn’t decipher. His lips were pulled in a tight line and his forehead and eyebrows were creased, his eyes looked darker and his gaze was hard and they held a different feeling. Even the air around him felt different, it was cold and suffocating.
“You’re avoiding me.”
“Hm? Oh, no, no, Pete m’not-“
“You are.”
You opened your mouth to speak but your words were caught in your throat. You were avoiding him.
“Why? Did I do something to upset you?”
“No,” you took a deep breath, “I’ve just been busy-“
“Busy? With what? Osborn? He keeping you so busy that you can’t even respond to my texts?”
You felt your lip quiver and your eyes welled up with tears at his tone and his unwavering stare. Peter had never reacted this way towards you. You didn’t even know he could speak that way.
You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, so you looked down at your feet and attempted to blink away your tears.
Peter looked down at you, waiting for you to say something, anything. He wanted - no, he expected an apology. He had been restless the past few weeks, waiting for you to respond to him. He had been following you around as New York’s friendly neighbor Spider-Man, so he was well aware of what you were up to. He watched as you found new routes to your home, hid away in obscure places and, of course, he watched your giddy expression as Harry Osborn gripped your hand or your waist and walked around with you on his arm like he owned you.
It didn’t help that Peter had seen you locking your window. Double checking, triple checking that you had locked it and then periodically again throughout the day. At first Peter suspected that you had known he got off on your thigh that day, that you were creeped out or disgusted by him.
“So? What is it? Why have you been avoiding me?”
You sniffled and Peter was surprised by himself when he didn’t soften at the noise. He didn’t feel the usual tighten of his heart nor did his stare on you become less intense. He wanted you to feel like this. It made it feel a sort of power having you vulnerable in front of him, for him.
“Y/N, I’m speaking to you. I expect an answer. Did you lose your ability to speak to me when you started fooling around with Osborn? Neglecting me? Neglecting our friendship? Does it mean so little to you?”
Tears started falling from your eyes at the sound of your name. Peter never called you that. You were his bunny, his best friend. You covered your face with your hands in shame. You weakly shook your head.
“So you can’t speak, hm?”
Peter could think of a few ways to get you to start talking. Many scenarios to get your pretty mouth moving.
Peter had thought a lot about you recently, somehow even more than normal. His thoughts had turned alarmingly crude the more time you spent away from him. What was once an innocent daydream of kissing your lips turned into a filthy, sordid fantasy of flipping your skirt and fucking you over the table in the library where you studied with Harry.
Flashes of your mouth and body were intrusive thoughts and the feeling of them on him lingered. They left him unable to focus on patrolling, ultimately leading to him jacking off on the roof of the building across the street from your apartment. Some days, he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of your bare legs through cracks in your sheer white curtains.
“M’sorry Peter,” you peered up at him through teary lashes, “didn’t mean to make you sad.”
He clicked his tongue, “well, you did.”
You let out a sob as you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and tucking your face into his chest. His heart rate kept its steady pace and Peter stood still for a few seconds. Would he forgive you, no, could he forgive you so easily?
He focused on your warmth around him and he felt his walls lower. He begrudgingly hugged you back, taking in the feel of your curves under his fingers. He sighed, “it’s okay, bunny. Don’t cry.”
You wanted to cry harder. Normally, Peter would be cradling your face, wiping your tears and pulling you close, enveloping you in his warmth. It was nothing like his tight grip and cold demeanor he currently had. You hadn’t meant to upset him so much but you just felt so guilty for possibly crossing or blurring the lines of your friendship.
Peter knew he would give into you. The way you whimpered and cried into his chest made his heart feel heavy. He began to rub your back and he placed a kiss on your head. Your arms tightened around him.
“C’mon, bunny. It’s okay, we’re okay.”
You whimpered again, doing all you could to collect yourself. Peter held you tightly until you lifted your head.
Your face was red and puffy, wet with your tears and your eyeliner was smudged at the corners of your bloodshot eyes. Your lips were slightly opened as you breathed through your mouth. Your nose was runny and you sniffled, nose wiggling. Peter felt his pants tighten. You looked so wrecked and it was all for him. Because he was upset with you. Hehad that power over you.
“Are you okay?” concern filled his face.
“Mhm,” you said, a shakily smiling. “Missed you.”
He smiled at you and you felt the warmth return, “I missed you more, bun. Should we catch up?”
You nodded frantically, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction of your apartment.
+
Things had since gotten much better. You were in Peter’s grasp once more and Harry Osborn had been moved to the backburner.
You sighed as you switched your kettle on for a cup of tea. Peter was busy and you were stuck at home alone again. You were bored beyond belief as your eyes flickered from your TV to the warming kettle. You foot tapped on the ground and you all but ran to your phone when the familiar pingcame from it.
Your eyes widened and excitement erupted in your belly. Harry had sent you a message.
hey stranger… u around?
You contemplated an answer. A part of you felt you shouldn’t respond but another was happy to hear from him.
Maybe
The response was instantaneous.
meet me at the bar
You smiled, rushing to your closet.
After making up with Peter you had begun to neglect your friendship with Harry. You were so focused on keeping Peter happy with you. This had become an increasingly difficult task that required a lot of time and attention.
Peter was easily bothered with you now. His patience would run thin and he would turn cold in the blink of an eye. You had spent nights crying, wishing you hadn’t ruined your most important friendship. But none of that stopped you from trying.
You knew Peter didn’t like Harry, that was obvious. He’d roll his eyes and stare blankly at you with an expression of disappointment you had seen so much of recently whenever you would mention him in conversation. He made sure to remind you that Harry was just like other boys who wanted to take advantage of you and hurt you but he said nothing more.
As you walked into the cafe, Harry waved his arms in the air. You smiled, blush forming as you took a seat across from him. He looked happy to see you, and he told you that.
“I missed you, y’know,” he looked down, a pink hue on his cheeks. “Haven’t seen much of you recently.”
“Me too, um, sorry about that. I’ve been a little, um, busy.”
He looked up with a shy grin, “s’okay, I’m happy you’re here now.” You were slightly taken aback by his shyness.
He paused, licking his lips and taking a deep breath, “so, Y/N, I’ve been thinking…”
Oh no, here it goes. He’s gonna tell you that he can’t see you anymore. That he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
Your heart stopped, a date? You had ever been on a date before. “A date?”
He cleared his throat, looking nervous, “uh, yeah. It’s just, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I missed you so much the last few weeks. So I thought I’d finally ask.”
You exhaled, trying to process his question. “Yes, I’d love to,” you said, face warm and bashful smile.
+
It was cold outside as you walked back to your apartment. Harry had offered to drive you home but you declined, wanting some time alone to think.
Your mind was racing as you turned into the alleyway before your apartment. You were going on a date with Harry Osborn. What would you wear? What would you talk about? What would you tell Peter?
You sighed, glancing around the dark alley. There was a spider web hanging from a pipe a few steps ahead of you. You began to walk a little faster. If Spider-Man was around there was likely some sort of criminal activity. Hopefully it wasn’t too close to home.
As you rushed into your apartment, you didn’t bother turning on the lights. You shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your shoes, sighing deeply as you plopped down onto your bed.
“Where were you?”
Your eyes darted to the source of the noise. The streetlight peering in through the window illuminated him just a tad, barely enough to see his face. But it didn’t matter, you’d recognize that silhouette anywhere.
“Peter? How did you get in here?” You distinctly remember closing the window, locking it and double checking before walking out the door.
“You were out with Harry. I saw you.”
“Oh, um,” you sat up and pulled your dress down, “W-we were just getting a drink.”
He inhaled deeply and hummed, “just getting a drink.” He let out a dark laugh, “sure you were.”
“We,” you paused, “we were. I haven’t seen him in a while.”
Peter scoffed, “and that’s why you agreed to go on a date with him, hm?”
You opened your mouth to speak but he didn’t let you.
“I thought we’d gotten past this, bunny.” Peter tapped his foot. Did you feel like you didn’t need him anymore? After all he’d done for you? All these years by your side and you abandon him for the first man who gives you the time of day.
“Why don’t you listen to me? I only want what’s best for you. For us.”
You stayed quiet, looking down at your frilly, white socks. Peter sighed and you heard him rise from his spot on the couch. He lifted your chin with his cold fingers. His eyes looked dark again and the darkness of your room added to the eerie feel of him. He leaned down, fingers light on your chin as he drew closer to your lips. You turned your face away before he could connect your mouths.
What was he doing?
He scoffed quietly as his hold on your face tightened and forced your face to its previous position. You furrowed your brows as you tried to turn away again.
“Pete, what are you doing?”
“I’m tired of you treating me this way. I deserve better after all i’ve done for you. All these years I have been there for you. I made sure you were okay and I loved you through it all.”
He loved you? You didn’t like the sound of that. Peter was your best friend and nothing more and you dreaded the possibility that he could think of you as something more than that.
“I know that,” you whispered, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
A tiny smile graced his lips.
You returned it, “and I love you too Peter, you’re my best friend.”
His grip on your chin turned painful.
Best friend.
He laughed darkly as he shook his head slightly, “best friend.” He smiled.
Feeling uneasy you smiled softly at him, forcing out a giggle.
His smile fell, “bunny, I love you. I want to be with you. I want you to be mine.”
You gulped, “um,” you looked down, “Peter, I don’t, I don’t feel that way about you.”
“Why? Because of Harry? Because you have ‘choices’ now, hm? I’m not good enough for you?”
You stayed quiet, trying to steady your breathing to keep yourself from crying as Peter used his free hand to move up your arm to your shoulder, holding it forcefully.
You didn’t even know Peter was remotely interested in you. The entire confession made you feel sick to your stomach. While you hadn’t known, the revelation didn’t change the fact that, to you, he was just a friend. This had nothing to do with Harry and his romantic interest in you.
“No, Peter, I just, I’m sorry. I don’t like you like that,” you looked down and spoke so softly you doubted he could hear you.
He scoffed, letting go of your chin and shoulder with a push. You steadied yourself, looking up to see him pacing around the room. You wanted to ask him to leave, but before you could he turned to you again.
“He could never treat you like I do.”
“Peter…”
“No! He couldn’t. I know deep down you know that. He wouldn’t know what to do with a pretty girl like you.”
You shifted uncomfortably.
Peter watched as you fiddled with the hem of your dress. It was the purple one again, his favorite. Harry would never be able to satisfy you the way he would. He just needs to find a way to let you know that. No, he has shown you. Everything he had done since you met should have shown you. You were just… ungrateful. He needed to let you know that you couldn’t get away from him. There was no one else that could love you like he could.
Your heartbeat sped up as Peter took long strides towards you.
“He doesn’t deserve you like I do,” he shoved his knee between your own and forced them open just enough to fit his leg between them. “And I’m gonna show you, that only I know how to treat you. I know what you deserve and I can give it to you.”
You were confused and scared, you watched him cautiously as he stood before you.
His hand reached for your hair, he touched it lightly. You let out a shaky breath. You didn’t know what he was about to do. You weren’t sure what he was capable of anymore.
His fingers caressed your face, giving your chubby cheeks a light squeeze as he moved his hand down to your neck. You let out a shaky breath as his hands ghosted over your throat.
“Peter,” you whispered, “what are you doing?”
He smiled, “I’m gonna make you mine, bunny.”
You felt your lip quiver and you hesitantly pushed his chest, trying to get him away from you. “No, Peter. I don’t want this.”
His hands tightened around your neck, “you don’t know what you want. You’re just a dumb bunny. You don’t know what is good for you. I do.”
Tears welled in your eyes as he leaned down to leave wet kisses on your cheeks and jaw, his hands on your throat.
You moved your face away, side to side, avoiding his lips. His grip cut off your airways as he gave you a shake, “stop.” He pushed you onto your back, attacking you with kisses.
Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to push him back. You should’ve been able to, even if it was just a little. But he didn’t budge. Your legs kicked his own trying to get him off. He acted like you hadn’t touched him at all. You bit down on his tongue as it forced its way into your mouth, he pulled back in surprise. You took the opportunity to wiggle out from under him, moving as fast as you could towards the door.
Peter’s temper was running thin. With quick movements he activated the web shooter tucked under the sleeve of his plaid shirt.
You barely made it a few steps when you were pulled back. Your eyes went to Peter who was seated on your bed, cold look on his face. The sight of your hand stuck to the table left you in shock. The sticky substance was too strong for you to pull back. You began to sob as you connected the dots.
Peter was Spider-Man.
You didn’t know how you hadn’t figured it out before. You should’ve known. The random bruises on his body, the overnight strength and agility, the disappearances, the way he always knew where you were and what you were doing… it should’ve been obvious.
“Peter, please, let me go,” you cried, using all the strength you could muster to attempt to free your hand.
He stood from the bed and took slow steps to where you stood. “You’re my little bunny, and you’re not going anywhere until you realize that.”
As he worked to free your hand you took the other and impulsively delivered a harsh slap to his cheek. Peter didn’t react right away. He kept his eyes on your hand for a few seconds before glancing up.
“Ungrateful little bitch.”
You inhaled, trying to stare at him with the same venom that he did you. He continued to free your hand, sliding the little knife across your thumb, slicing it. You hissed in pain.
You were so confused, this man was nothing like the Peter Parker you knew and loved. This man was pure evil and you wanted to get as far away from him as you possibly could.
Peter stared at you in disbelief. Could you not see that he was only trying to give you the best? He had to make you see it even if it meant by force. He looked into your eyes filled with fear, tearing threatening to fall and your lip quivering. He wanted you so bad and he was finally going to have you.
Peter looked down, watching the slow drops build on your finger tip before falling onto the counter. Your hand was barely trembling and he softened immediately. He hadn’t meant to cut you so deep.
“I’m sorry, bunny. Are you okay?”
His change in demeanor puzzled you, he had went from evil to the gentle Peter you knew and loved.
You nodded stupidly, “mhm, hurts just a little, Peter.”
“Aw, bunny,” he said softly, taking your sticky hand and bringing it to his lips.
His tender touch had you in his grasp again, like he hadn’t just assaulted you, screamed at you, cutyou.
He placed a soft kiss to your bleeding finger, eyes looking lovingly into yours. You fed into it, like you always did. A drop of your blood rested on his bottom lip, and you watched as he licked it up with a swipe of his tongue.
He closed his eyes, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue. His cock twitched and he ached to taste your pretty cunt in his tongue. He wasted no time.
Before you knew it, he was throwing you to the bed with ease, flipping your skirt up. He inhaled deeply, feeling his pants tighten further by the sight of your panties. They were just as cute as you. Just what he imagined you’d wear, yet somehow it was better. Your panties were a pale pink color, little hearts a darker shade of pink littering the fabric. He couldn’t help but stare, taking in the view of your pretty panties covering your perfect, plump ass.
Cries escaped you, pleas for him to just stop. He ignored them, instead giving your right ass cheek a little slap. He moaned at the cry you made, the way your flesh rippled at the impact.
You had been fooled once again. The Peter Parker you once knew was long gone.
Peter looped his fingers under the delicate fabric, your skin warm, he pulled up roughly. You yelped, arching your back to relieve the pain, but it only gave Peter a better look at your puffy pussy, bulging against the fabric he had pulled.
“Oh,” he cooed, leaning down and placing a kiss to your ass.
Tears pricked at your eyes again, threatening to fall as you tried to rack your brain for ideas on how to get yourself out of the current situation. You gasped at the abrupt feeling of cold air on your cunt. The tears began to fall.
Unable to control himself, Peter placed a sloppy wet kiss to your cunt. You gasped loudly, trying to move your ass away. He held your hips tightly in place, pressing pecks along the entirety of your backside. A strangled moan fell from your lips as he kissed your clit.
Peter stared at your pussy, admiring the wet string of slick that drilled from your little hole. He felt a sense of accomplishment at the drip of slick, he was making you feel good even when you resisted. Extending his tongue from his mouth, he licked up your slit, flicking his tongue as he did so. He moaned at the taste of your sweet juices.
He finally let himself loose, allowing himself to bury his head into your puffy cunt. His hands groped your thighs, kneading them, keeping them apart so he had good access to your cunt.
You tried to hold in your body’s reactions. You held your breath, curled your toes and turned your hands to fists. But you couldn’t stop a loud mewl as Peter swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud. You bit your lip as you contained sobs.
Your fingers grabbed onto your sheets, squeezing them tightly as you felt yourself becoming more aroused. The lewd sounds from Peter combined with the wet sounds of your pussy. Peter was basically drooling, strings of spit and slick keeping him attached to you even when he pulled back for air. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of you.
You felt a coil form in your tummy, tightening with every passing second.
“Are you gonna cum for me, bunny?” Peter asked, his voice deep.
Your body was trembling and your hips unconsciously pressed into his face. You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly as your mouth opened involuntarily, loud cry slipping out as the coil snapped. You shook, your knees going weak as your body was overtaken by the pleasant, but unfamiliar sensation.
Peter groaned into your sopping cunt as he licked up your release. His cock was so hard it was painful, his mindless humping on your sheets wasn’t nearly enough. He held you up when your body gave in, on the verge of going limp as he continued his movements on your pussy long after you had become sensitive.
“Peter, please stop, hurts,” you managed to blubber out.
He pulled away, a string of spit connecting you. He watched as it snapped, falling onto his plaid shirt. He licked his lips, sliding his arms out from under your thighs. Your lower half hit your bed and you were unable to move. Your pussy throbbed from overstimulation as you laid dumbly. Weak little moans falling from your mouth.
Peter reached a hand up to wipe at his face, collected the excess juices and inserted his fingers into his mouth to consume it. He savored the taste, watching as your body jolted from the aftershocks of your orgasm. The skirt of your dress was scrunched around your waist and your ass was glistening under the streetlights from where he had drooled over it. Your thighs were in the same position they were in when he dropped them. He felt himself twitch, you were too weak to move them.
Harry couldn’t have made you cum like that. He probably would even eat you out. What a waste of a sweet cunt that would be. He could live off your pussy alone he was sure of it.
Peter rested a hand on your lower back as he stood from the bed. You glanced over at him, relieved that he was going to leave you alone. Your tears had stopped and you felt them drying on your cheeks.
When Peter pulled off his plaid shirt and the gray t-shirt under it, you wanted to scream. You wanted to get up and push him out of your apartment. He had just forcefully inflicted oral sex onto you and were terrified of where he wanted to go next.
You couldn’t help your stare on Peter’s toned body. His defined abdomen and strong arms were illuminated perfectly under the soft light. You wanted to slap yourself as you felt yourself become slightly aroused.
You managed to sit up, slowly and gently seating yourself down. You instinctively reached for your stuffed bunny. You held it to your chest as you watched Peter fiddle with his belt. “Peter,” you called quietly.
Your hair was a mess and you had faint black tracks going down your chubby face. Your lipstick was smudged. Your thick, soft arms were clinging to your bunny. The bunny he had gifted you years ago. Your dress was askew and barely covered your thighs.
“Yes, bunny?” he pulled off his belt.
“Please stop now. I’m sorry I upset you.”
He sighed and simply shook his head. “I helped you, now you need to help me.”
Helped you? You didn’t ask for his help.
“But-”
“Look at what you did, bun,” he pulled off his underwear as he tugged off his pants. His cock sprung free and slapped his stomach. It was big and long and thick, protruding veins ran up its length, leading to an angry red tip. You felt your lip wobble, you weren’t even sure if it would fit. “It hurts and only you can make it feel better. You caused this. It’s your fault that this is happening.”
You weren’t sure what to think. Was this your fault?
“Lay back for me, bunny.” he motioned to the bed. “I need gonna fuck your pretty pussy.”
You shook your head.
Peter rolled his eyes, “do what your told, stupid bunny. Don’t act like you don’t like it. Couldn’t you feel how wet you were for me?”
You stayed in place. He clenched his jaw and grabbed your ankles, pulling you until your back hit the cushion of your mattress. You tried to kick the hold of his wrists from your feet.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he felt up your thigh, eyeing you in a way that made you feel self conscious. You felt like prey.
“I always like this dress,” he said, tugging it up your body. Peter pulled your bunny from your arms to pull the material over your head. “It’s my favorite one. Looks so beautiful on you.”
You reached for the bunny to cover yourself but were unable to reach it. You wrapped your arms around your tummy. Peter clicked his tongue, “no.” He leaned down to press kisses over your middle and he pried your hands away for better access. You felt tears brimming.
He pulled your bra off with ease, absentmindedly as he ran his mouth over your skin. You gasped and turned away, refusing to watch. You felt his tongue find your nipple and you hated the way it aroused you. He groaned and you felt his cock against your thighs. He kneaded your breasts as he kissed up your neck. He looked you in the eye as his cock found your cock, running up and down the slit.
“It’s gonna feel so good, bunny. You’re gonna crave my cock after. You’re gonna realize that no one is better for you than me. Fuck, you’re so warm and soft.”
His cock twitched on your pussy, causing you to inhale shakily.
Peter was so ready to be inside you. The warmth your cunt radiated made his cock ache so bad. He pushed his cock through your fold, watching as your face contorted. Your hole was pulling him in as soon as his cock head reached your entrance. It was like you were made to take him.
Your face had a pained expression painted over it and your hole contracted.
“Relax, bunny. Or it’s gonna hurt a lot more than it needs to. You were doing so well just now.”
He was too big, the further he sank into you, the more it hurt.
He couldn’t resist the involuntary thrust of his hips. You jolted up at the strength of them. As he pulled out he looked down. The sight of your loose tits, belly rolls, and puffy pussy around his cock made him feral. The red coat of blood on his pelvis made him feel a sense of accomplishment. He had you first.
He finally had you. All of you. And he deserved it all after everything he’d done.
Peter forced his way in until he bottomed out. Relishing in the way your tight pussy squeezed him. He knew it hurt from the way you had begun to cry and the way your body shook but he didn’t care. You’d adjust. Soon you’d be a stupid cockwhore. What he always wanted you to be. All for him.
“Ow,” you cried, reaching your hand up his back, seeking comfort.
“You feel so good,” he moaned.
Peter began a slow pace, pulling out just a little before sliding back in. your nails dug into his back as your head moved side to side, whines and cries leaving your lips. More and more slick came from your hole as he continued his abuse.
Soon enough his thrusts had gotten faster, harder and your thoughts were few and far between.
Fuck.
I don’t want this.
Feels so good.
Peter’s hands were all over you. Running up your sides, squeezing your soft skin, playing with your clit, and caressing your face as tears fell from your eyes.
You weren’t sure when you had begun to cry or whether it was due to pain or pleasure.
Peter moved his lips to rest on yours, kissing you in sync with his thrusts. You whined, moving your face from away, “no, stop.”
His hand that rested on your bouncing tits delivered a quick, harsh slap to your cheek. You cried out, tears falling faster. Peter pinched your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You opened your eyes, watching as he spit into your mouth, a string of spit lingering. You clenched around him.
Peter chuckled, “you liked that. Dirty slut.”
You had stopped fighting him, too caught up in the feeling of his cock in your cunt. Peter knew you would. He knew you loved him, too.
He fit so perfectly inside you, like you were meant for him.
A string of “Hm, uh, uh's” and breathy high pitched noises fell from your lips with every thrust Peter made. The noises harmonized with the squelching sounds of your wet pussy. It was music to Peter’s ears. The prettiest noises he had ever heard.
Soon, you felt a coil in your belly. It snapped a part of you back into reality, while the other was dumb on the feel of Peters cock.
“Peter, hm, Peter, uh stop, m’gonna-”
Peter shushed you, sloppily kissing your neck, “cum for me.”
You were lightheaded, the feeling was too good. Peter suckled at your soft spot and you felt yourself cum with a high whine. Your orgasm was more intense this time. Your mind was blank as tears poured from your eyes and your body tensed. Your back arched off the mattress and you scratched down Peter’s back, holding him close.
Peter felt dizzy, you were everywhere. He could feel you everywhere and he had never felt such ecstasy. He twitched inside you as your cunt clenched around his cock deliciously.
You weren’t able to contain your moans as you cried harder, salty tears saturating the sheets beneath your head as he fucked you past your orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he said, voice deep with desire. The way your pussy fluttered around him became too much.
“N-no,” you shaky moved your hands down to his pelvis, pushing with all the strength your weak body could muster. “P-peter, don’t want,” black mascara-stained tears streamed down your face, your lipstick smudged up to your nose, you looked absolutely wrecked.
“I didn’t fucking ask,” his voice was near a growl, “m’gonna cum in this pretty, puffy pussy. Listen to it scream for me, pulling me back in, fluttering around me. You want this.”
You shook your head, pushing once again, you let out a choked sob as he thrusted particularly hard, “N-no.”
Peter moaned loudly, squeezing your plump waist as he stilled.
You could feel his hot, hot cum painting your walls. You felt a weight on your heart, he had coaxed multiple orgasms from you, stolen them and your innocence along with them. And now, he was inside of you. His cum had likely forced its way into your cervix, mingling with your most intimate of places.
A small part of you liked it. You tried your hardest to ignore that part of you that enjoyed being full. So full of Peter. He was the best for you, after all.
Peter thrusted a few more times, dreading the thought of leaving your tight, warm hole.
You were everything he had ever imagined. You plump body, your sugary sweet taste, your beautiful noises…
He would never let you go.
Peter gave your limp body a final kiss. You were too fucked out to react. As he pulled out of you he stared at your puffy cunt. It was wet with slick and sweat. Cum slid out of the abused hole. He took his finger and pushed it back in, loving the way you jolted and tried to close your legs.
Peter Parker loved to look at you. Even more so now, with you bare in front of him. Your skin glistening under the rays of the artificial streetlights outside your window and remnants of your innocence on his cock.
Warnings: Smut, Oral, Penetration, fluff, sweet stuff, minor angst (Please let me know if i forgot anything)
Andrews!Peter= Peter Toms!Peter= Parker Tobeys!Peter = Pete
A soft knock on the door jostled you from your spot on the couch. You leaped up and walked to the door, suddenly anxious. You hadn’t seen your friends in well over a month but you knew that this needed to happen. You just hated that it needed to happen in your house. You took a deep steeling breath and quickly glanced at Peter, who had jumped of his place on the wall and was waiting for you to open the door patiently.
You opened the door slightly, only for it to be slammed open, making you flinch and take a few steps back. A bristling MJ walked in with a nervous looking Parker and Ned behind her. You grimaced slightly as you prepared yourself for the worst. MJ pointed a finger at you accusingly, face full of rage. Before she sighed loudly and launched herself at you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. “You have some explaining to do,” she mumbled into your hair, and you couldn’t help but melt into her embrace. As sad as you were that she held Peters heart it was impossible not to miss your female best friend.
You pulled away and turned face Parker and Ned. Ned stepping forward giving you a huge hug, one that you returned whole heartedly. You’d always loved Ned’s hugs, he was just so huggable. Before finally peter stood in front of you, a keen look on his face. But you just, gave him a smile and clapped your hands together. “So, lets get started huh,” you smiled awkwardly, walking to the loungeroom and taking a seat. Missing the devastated look on Parkers face, when you turned away from him.
Ned sat across from you, placing down a paper bag on the coffee table, “We, brought food!” he grinned toothily, and started digging into the bag. Causing a soft smile to form on your face, MJ walked over and slapped him softly, mumbling about how its not for him. Peter, walked behind you and laid a comforting hand on Parkers shoulder, giving him a knowing look, before moving over and sitting next to Ned and MJ, greeting them softly.
Peter stood a distance away for a long time. You were sat on the couch, laughing at MJ who was demanded that Peter prove that he was Spiderman. His cute bewildered face and attitude making you laugh. Trying vehemently to ignore Parker still standing at your door.
You were talking to MJ, who was ignoring the sensitive topic of why you had distanced yourself. Something you very much appreciated. She was telling you about how shit her manager was acting. You know she desperately wanted to talk about the elephant in the room, but when you flinched every time it was briefly brought up she was rapidly change subjects.
Parker had unfortunately taken the seat on your right, MJ on your left. He was talking to Peter and Ned about something or other. You weren’t really paying any attention, to distracted from the pleasant warmth he left on your side. MJ, coughed suddenly and Parker turned immediately. You went to ask her if she was ok but Parker cut you off, “You throat still sore babe? I’ll get you a water,” he said jumping up off the couch, and you tried to hide the flinch on your face when he used that word. You not noticing both Peter and MJ giving you soft knowing looks.
“Parker, I’m fine,” she said waving her hand, but he was already in the kitchen. You turned to see him grabbing out a glass from your cabinet, when you heard a soft thump on the fire escape. You turned to your window to see Pete crawling through the window. Anxiety flashed through your chest at first, the memories of last night flashing through you head, terrifying you. But he quickly took of his mask and gave you that sweet kind smile of his along with a cute little wave.
“Hello, everybody,” he said, jumping into the room and stalking over to the couch. Ned stood up abruptly, hand awkwardly out. You giggled at his clear excitement; he was such a nerd. MJ just saying a soft hello, watching him accusingly with her typical raised eyebrow. He sat down where Parker had been sitting, much closer to you than Parker had been. You smiled at him sweetly, all the anxiety’s and fears you’d felt where gone. You really were quite fond of the gentle boy.
Parker came back and stalled, staring at Pete who was now occupying his seat. “I saved you some food. It was a challenge,” you laughed at Pete, gentling resting your arm over his thigh. He smiled at you gratefully, “Thank you sweetheart,” he smiled, reaching for some of the food you had saved. He stalled suddenly when his spider senses tingled, looking around for the threat, before he made eye contact with Parker, whose face flashed a mixture of rage and sadness.
“Oh, sorry was this your seat?” Pete asked hesitantly, looking at the boy a little cautiously. He glanced at you, and suddenly his face turned… a little sympathetic? Pete went to stand, but you reached out for him softly, stopping him.
You turned around to look at Parker, “Just sit next to MJ,” you stated, pointing at the empty seat by her side. Before turning back around, Pete gave Parker a sorry smile, before turning back and chatting with You, Peter and Ned.
Parker walked around and sat next to MJ, who suddenly tensed and looked at the boy with irritation. Something you noticed and would ask about later.
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Two hours later and there was a plan in place. The three boys would go out tonight and go to the powerful energy surge detected a few miles away. Peter saying it was the tell-tale signs of Max’s powers. The three leaving just after sunset. Peters suit had been turned inside out and the three had left. Ned had tried desperately to convince Parker to duct tape a phone to his suit, so that we could ‘help’ him fight. But he had laughed it off, saying that the other two Peters were more than enough help, and the three had swung off together laughing away into the afternoon.
Ned had left eventually, his mother screaming at him through the phone. He’d left mumbling something about stupid cobwebs, calling out as he shut the door that he would be back tomorrow. Causing you to sigh dramatically, as you realised that your apartment had been determined home base for capturing multiverse villains.
Then comes to now, as you sat on the couch awkwardly. Glancing at MJ, who was sitting across from you with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. She sat forward slightly, “It is time to talk business!” she stated with attitude pointing a finger in accusation. “Why the hell have you been distancing yourself from us! And don’t even try and deny it!” she barked out at you, causing you to flinch.
You sighed long and hard, “I… I was just… I was… I don’t know ok. I don’t know!” you finally shouted out, throwing your hands up in frustration.
“You don’t know? What the hell does that even mean!” she screeched at you, her own hands flying up as well.
“Look, I know your angry and I know I’ve been a really shitty friend. But if we are still friends now, which I really hope you are… You just have to accept that,” you replied softly.
She looked at you dejectedly, “I’ve just missed my friend… you were like, the person I talked to about stuff you know. And when you left us. I had no one to talk to.” MJ muttered out.
You sighed sadly, “You have Peter to talk to,” you tried soflty, but she cut you off abruptly.
“It’s not the same!” she shouted, standing up abruptly, tears in her eyes. You watched her for a while and eventually you stood up softly.
“You can talk to me now?” you said softly, arms raised in invitation. She moved forward and fell into your arms. She was mumbling into your shirt and you snorted loudly, “well I cant hear you when you talk to my shirt,” you giggled. Cackling when she hit you softly and mumbled a shut up into your shirt.
You’d held each other for a little while longer before you two were stood at the door. Plans to watch movies and allow her to chat your ear off about all the problems she had faced in the last few weeks and you would do the same.
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You woke with a start from you spot on the couch, as you heard a large thump from the window. You sat up, abruptly looking at the window to see a frazzled and panicked Pete jumping through the window. He finally looked up and made eye contact with you, and relief coated all of his features. You stood up sharply intent to meet him hallway. But he rushed over to you before you could blink, grabbing your face gently.
He inspected you softly, eyes quickly glancing through the apartment, before turning back to you “Are you ok? Has anyone been here, have you heard anything…” he was rambling, asking you question after question. You were barely keeping up, head shaking at his words.
“Pete… Pete… Peter Parker!” you shouted at him, and he stopped looking at you panicked. “Are you ok?” you questioned softly, grabbing his hands that covered your face. He kissed you suddenly and passionately, tongue twirling with yours immediately. He walked you backwards gently, lips still locked onto yours and he gently pushed you onto you to the couch, ripping off his suit quickly. You bit your lip, eyes racking up and down his body. He was extremely well defined, toned abs and beautiful hipbones. Your ripped off your shirt quickly, intent to take off your pants as well, but he dived back down to you. Lips latching onto yours hands reaching for you’re the back of your bra, unclipping it with ease and ripping the clothing of your body.
His hands roamed your body gently, running up and down your body, as he pleasured your breasts. He was touching you so powerfully, his touch a mixture of softness and desperation. He was sucking on your nipples with an intensity, hands reaching down and grabbing your shorts, tugging on them harshly. You wiggled your hips and lifted them up to help him take off your pants. He locked his mouth back on yours, giving you a passionate and sweet kiss, before he quickly jumped down your body, physically ripping off your panties off in one motion, causing you to gasp sharply. There were one of your favourite pairs of panties, and you went to scold him, but your voice fell short when his mouth wrapped onto your clit, sucking powerfully. You let out a strangled gasp, hips involuntarily bucking into his face. Causing him to let out a low groan, the vibrations making you tingle pleasantly.
He licked up down your slit, tongue penetrating you deep, “Oh fuck Pete!” you cried, toes curling as he pleasured you expertly. He mouthed back up to your clit, two fingers thrusting into you suddenly, making you cry out sharply hips pushing into his face and fingers, release building quickly. He was making you feel so good, it was desperate and powerful and passionate and you fucking loved it. He thrust another finger into you, head moving back, “Come on sweetheart, please come for me, wanna taste you on my tongue,” he groaned, before his lips reattached to your clit sucking hard. Your release hit you so hard, you swore you saw stars, he helped you through your high, before he looked up at you smiling sweetly.
He pulled himself up on top of you, hovering over your body softly. You spread your legs to allow him to move in closer, keen to have him as close as possible. He looked at you hesitantly and went to say something, but you cut him off. “I’m on the pill,” you muttered, quelling the hesitant look on his face, as he instantly smiled at you softly moving in between you gently and teasing your fold softly before pressing into you gently. Both of you groaning at the sensation.
His cock was thick, and stretching you out so well, teetering on to edgemuch but you thought it was perfect. He waited gently, arms resting beside your head. You blinked up at him, and he tilted his head gently and smiled a goofy and sweet smile, causing a smile to form on your face in turn. You reached your hands up and grabbed his cheeks, “You can move now Pete.”
He started off softly, ensuring you were comfortable, before he lifted both his feet up and firmly planted his feet on the couch. You let out a powerful whine, gasping as he suddenly looked desperate, fucking into you so hard and fast as if he the world were to end if he didn’t go as fast and as powerful as he could. But you loved it, it was passionate and yet dominating, but you knew that this was a false persona Pete was putting on, you wanted to ask what was wrong, ask why he was acting like this, but you were blinded, lost in the flurry and unrelenting pleasure he was giving you. A tight ball knot forming quickly, god this boy was good at making you fall apart so quickly. He looked down at you, a desperate look on his face. He let out a whine and on instinct, you grabbed his hair softly giving it a tug, looking him dead in the eyes and uttering out the small command “Cum for me Pete.”
The both of you reached your peaks simultaneously, Pete’s face tucked into your neck as he let out the cutest and softest noises as he fucked you softly through your highs. You let out a content sigh, hands running up and down his back and in his hair gently. You sat there together for a moment more. Before you heard the thump of a window and you both shot up straight away.
Peter stood in the window, looking at you with complete panic before he slowly took in the scene before him, face flashing with confusion, before settling into a sad look. “Parker’s just behind me,” he said softly, turning away from the two of you as you quickly got dressed, you felt panicked. You were suddenly overwhelmed with guilt, but at the same time, you knew you had no regrets.
Parker rocked up just as you and Pete made yourself presentable, he jumped through the window in panic, eyes locking onto yours instantly, before he slumped over in relief, rushing over to you and grabbing you in a hug, “Oh thank god,” he mumbled into your shoulder. You tensed, arms stiff by your sides, but your eyes slid closed and you couldn’t help but breathe in that delicious sent that was your Peter Parker. You let yourself get lost temporarily, before you suddenly and sharply pushed him away, holding him at arms length.
“Ok, um… What the fuck is happening.” You said, all the three Peters suddenly sombered up and stood defensively, each one checking their environments before all three turned and looked at you. Peter stood forward, “We saw the Green Goblin, the worst villain we have to face…”
You looked at them confused, “Ok then. Well did you catch him then?” you questioned gently, eyes flitting between the boys as you shifted on your feet.
Pete stood forward, “No, he got away. But… he said something before he disappeared, said he was going to take something we all loved,” he said grabbing his neck nervously.
Finally, Parker, stood in front of you, “Y/N… he said your name,” he whispered eyes shining with worry.
Your eyes widened, and you gasped out, “Well… Fuck!”
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Thanks everyone for the patience with this series, I got very sick last week and haven’t been able to finish my next chapter yet. I’ve so far got about 4K words on it lol, but I just need to add a last few things. Thanks to everyone who comments and supports my posts, this series still has a bit to go and I have some keen ideas. Tomorrow I will post the next in the series and I’ll try and have the next one done by next Monday. I will also be posting a requested fic that I’m very excited with how it turned out.
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(I marked the smutwith *** if you’d like to skip that)
Andrews!Peter= Peter Toms!Peter = Parker Tobeys!Peter = Pete
Word Count = 3200
You woke up groggily, blinking slowly as you glanced around them room noticing it was still dark. You reached blindly to the side of you flinging your arm around in attempt to find your phone. You found it and switched it on, flinching and blinking as the harsh light burnt your eyes. After a few moments your eyes adjusted, the blaring 12:57am glaring at you. You sighed in irritation, getting out of bed, and stumbling to the bathroom in your room.
After opening the door, you trudged back to your bed before you heard a soft thump from outside your door. You stopped, waiting for a moment before you heard another noise. It sounded like it was coming from your kitchen. You walked to your bedroom door and softly poked your head out look down the hall.
You heard a noise again and you moved back into your room and grabbed your Spiderman baseball bat, a birthday gift from Ned, one you now appreciated very much. You moved as silently as you could creeping towards the kitchen. Your tired brain, making temporarily forget your two other house guests, your brain immediately associating the noise with an intruder. You stopped by the corner separating the hall from the kitchen and gripped the bat tightly in your hands. You took a breath in and turned the corner raising the bat and swung hard at the sound.
A hand reached out and caught it, stopping it midswing. A shocked Pete stood holding the edge of the bat. You gasped, suddenly wide awake and mind reeling.
“I’m so so so sorry! Oh god I totally forgot you were here! Oh god oh” you gasped out.
“Shhh, sweetheart. It’s ok, I’m alright, spidey senses and all” the wise and gentle looking Peter smiled softly at you. Taking the bat softly out of your hands.
“Spidey senses, right. Parker calls them um peter tingle. That’s the super reflex thing you have… right” you breathed out, still in slight shock.
He chuckled softly, reaching out and squeezing your shoulder softly, “I’m sorry I woke you up sweetheart, I got a little lost in here,” he gestured around the kitchen, and you looked behind him and noticed an open cupboard.
“Oh, um. What were you looking for?” you questioned softly. “I should’ve shown you around more,” you chastised yourself softly.
Pete shook his head, “you’ve had quite a day, I didn’t really expect you to show me where the cups were,” he laughed. “I was just looking for a cup so I could have a drink.” He smiled at you softly, and you found yourself temporarily lost in his pretty blue eyes. So beautiful and blue, like to gorgeous pools you could just drown in. You let out a soft sigh, and turned past him gently, grabbing him two cups from their designated cupboard.
You turned to him, “would you just like some water, or some warm milk?” you asked him softly.
“Just a water, thank you,” he replied gently.
You poured two glasses of water and went to the kitchen counter placing his glass beside you, turning and leaning on the counter. He softly walked beside you, grabbing his glass, leaning his back against the counter, peering at you from the corner of his eyes. He was trying to be discreet as he watched you, but you noticed, cheeks flushing at his gaze.
“So… why are you awake,” you whispered gently.
He chuckled softy, “I could ask you the same thing princess,” he replied suavely, voice soft and velvety so close to your ear as he leant in closer to you. “I struggle to sleep sometimes, since my sleep patterns so messed up by patrols. Insomnia definitely not want of the perks of being Spiderman,” he sighed out loudly. It was then you noticed the bags under his very clearly tired eyes.
You turned to look at him more directly, taking in his features. He was very handsome, and you could tell he would have been very extremely handsome in his teens when he first became Spiderman. Not that he wasn’t extremely attractive right now. He looked very wise and gentle, with his sweet soft smile and gorgeous blue eyes that just peered into your soul. He moved closer to you, hand raises slowly and coming towards your face gently. You flushed red, mind halting as you watched him softly caress your cheek.
He pulled his hand back and gave you a shy smile, “you had an eyelash on your cheek sweetheart,” he whispered gently. Not moving away from you, his soft breath tickling your cheek.
“You keep calling me sweetheart,” you whispered out softly. Unknowingly inching closer and closer to him your chests almost touching.
Pete took a deep breath, “Sorry, do you want me to stop?“ he asked with a soft head tilt.
You bit your lip softly. Noticing as his eyes flicked down to your lips at the action. “No,” you whispered out softly. Both of you lunging forward at the same time, lips crashing together passionately. He started licking at your lips softly, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other gripping your neck softly. You wrapped his arms around his neck, letting out a soft moan as his tongue tangled with yours.
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Your kiss turned from passionate to desperate very quickly. You let out a gasp when he picked you up by your waist and thrust you up onto the counter. You whined into his mouth softly, as his began slide up from your waste inching towards your breasts. Your hands sliding up and down his well defined abs, groaning at the well defined muscles. When he finally broke away from your mouth you gasped, trying to catch your breath as he moved to your jaw littering it with soft kisses. He quickly found your sweet spot, giving it a soft suck at the same moment he gripped your breasts over your shirt. You gasped out, hips involuntarily bucking forward at his actions.
His left hand, went down under your shirt, moving up and grabbing your nipple gently twisting it softly. You pulled away from him softly, pushing him off you, watching as his face fall gently. You giggled, grabbing his face in his hands and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. You pulled away from him again, giggling at his hesitant face and ripped off your shirt, biting your lips as you watched he grew visibly excited, staring lustfully at your breasts. You lifted your arms to him in an invitation for him to join you again and he hastily moved back to you, lips immediately connecting to your neck in a litter of soft kisses.
He kissed, further down and down your neck, moving to your chest in a line until his mouth was wrapped around your left nipple. His right hand simultaneously grabbing your other nipple and softly twisted it. You let out a whimper as he pleasured your breasts. You were so wrapped up in the attention to your boobs that you didn’t notice his left hand slipping down your hips and into your pants until his finger gently ran up and down your slit. You let out a loud gasp, throwing your head back and thrusting your hips into his hand. “Oh, your so wet for already sweetheart,” he whimpered out moving back to your ear.
You gasped as his finger glazed your clit gently, “Oh Pete, please,” you cried out. He chuckled softly, licking at your neck sweetly, before suddenly thrusting two fingers into you, your pussy so wet they slid in with ease. You let out a strangled moan, as he instantly rubbed against you g-spot, thrusting his fingers in an out of you at a fast pace. “Oh fuck yes,” you cried out, as he finger fucked your pussy at an unrelenting pace. Expertly rubbing figure eights into your clit, whilst his fingers moved inside you hitting all the right places. However, the most intense part of it all was his gaze, watching you so sweetly. Eyes watching you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world, a smile on his face as if this is the only place in the world he wanted to be.
Peter groaned throatily into your ear, voice filled with complete lust, “Does that feel good sweetheart, you going to come so quickly aren’t you sweetheart,” he groaned out throatily in your ear, fingers moving at an unrelenting pace. You felt that familiar pressure in forming in your lower stomach already, shocked at how quickly was bringing you to completion.
You cried out, “oh yes, I’m gonna come Pete, yes, yes!” you cried out in bliss hips moving against his hand desperately chasing your release desperately. Pete groaned in your ear “Yea, you gonna come all over my fingers sweetheart. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he groaned in your ear.
“Oh Pete, Peter… oh yes,” you screamed out, your release hitting you hard, cumming hard all over his fingers. His name the only thing coming from your mouth, as he watched you with a soft smile Eyes rolling back into your head, as his fingers never halted, thumb moving fast and hard on your clit as he mouths latched back onto your nipple, twisting the other hard making your orgasm even more intense. His fingers never halting until you whined softly, gently pushing his wrist as an indication for him to stop. Your pussy throbbing and shaking from overstimulation and your powerful orgasm.
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You whole body shook gently, leaning back on the counter as you softly caught your breath. Your arm covering your eyes as you slowly caught your breath. Slowly, you sat back up and looked at Pete, who was watching you with such a loving and gentle expression, the sweetest smile on his lips. He fell forward gently, head on your chest looking up at you with soft eyes. You leant down and gave him a sweet kiss, nuzzling his nose with yours as you both laughed softly.
You looked at his gentle face, softly bringing your hand down reaching to grab his member through pants. He grabbed your hand softly before you made contact, bring your hand up to his face and kissing the palm of your hand softly.
He looked at you with those wise eyes, “Watching you was more than enough for me sweetheart” he spoke softly, looking away with a slightly embarrassed expression. “But I want you to feel good to,” you yawned out, tiredness suddenly overwhelming you. He chuckled as you yawned, shaking his head softly and moving in to give you a tight embrace, arms sitting comfortably under your arms. Still on the counter you wrapped your legs around his thin waist and rested your head on his shoulder. You held each other tightly, a small smile on your face as he breathed into your hair, occasionally nuzzling his face in it, like an affectionate cat.
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You blinked drearily, the sun hitting your eyes as you squinted into your room, slowly waking up. You reached for your phone and blinked at the screen having woken up one minute before your alarm was to go off. Quickly turning off your alarm before the obnoxious ring could go off. Getting up softly, you trudged to the bathroom.
As you finished up, you walked past your mirror looking at yourself with a glance. You got a few steps back into your bedroom, before you stopped sprinting back into the bathroom, slamming your hands on the sink and looking at your reflection. A deep hickey was on your lower neck towards your collarbone. “Oh, my fuck!” you whisper shouted at your reflection, all the memories of last night running through your mind a mile a minute.
You walked into your bedroom, standing still for a moment brain running a mile a minute. ‘I were fingered by an alternate universe Peter Parker last night in my kitchen’… ‘I was fucking fingered by an alternate universe Peter Parker’…. I was fingered by an alternate version of my best friend who I’ve been in love with for years! Oh, fucking christ, what the fuck is wrong with me’ you cried out internally as you fell onto your bed face first, groaning into the pillows.
You laid there internally screaming at yourself for at least another five minutes, before sitting up abruptly, and finding a shirt that covered the mark on your neck. You can’t stay in your room all day again, and Parker was planning on coming over at 10:00 with MJ and Ned, and altercation you were at all keen on, after a few weeks of separation from the group. You grabbed your phone, you had an hour and a half left until they arrived. But god damn it this was your house, you weren’t gonna hide in your own house.
You walked at of your room determination filling you, until you walked into the kitchen, eyes finding the two glasses on the counter, and you immediately flushed bright red, shrinking in on yourself as you turned to retreat into your room after all.
“Oh, good morning,” you heard softly to behind you. You turned around and were met with Peter, standing in the kitchen, you hadn’t noticed him, eyes only finding the glasses. You flushed bright red, when you realized he was only in his boxers, smiling at you softly with a spatula in his hand. “Oh, um… sorry! Um Pete came with a change of clothes, but I just had my suit and I didn’t want to sleep in spandex,” he rambled out, hands reaching around himself awkwardly. You couldn’t help but laugh out hard, he looked like a lady trying to cover her parts when she dropped her towel, it was quite a funny sight.
You turned away from him walking down the hall, still cackling as you left him in the kitchen. Peter stood bewildered turning on the spot slowly, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. His head perked up when he heard you laugh track back down the hall towards him again, and he watched as you walked out the hall, holding a shirt in your hand. You wiped your eyes, still softly chucking as you handed him the clothes in your arms, “I don’t know if it will fit you, I think it’ll be a little small Pet-Parker, leaves a lot of his clothes here when he spends… used to spend the night,” you said, still laughing slightly.
You watched him chuck on the T-shirt quickly, looking at you he spread his arms out in a tada action, and you snorted, covering your mouth as you started laughing hysterically again. The shirt was far to small for him. His arms looked huge, and the bottom of the shirt rested in the middle of his stomach, highlighting his abs, and well-defined hip bones. You giggled softly despite your flushed face, it was a funny look, but you had to admit… he looked fucking hot. You wanted to run your hand up and down his abs, much as you had done to Pete last night. You shivered at the memory, laughter dying down quickly, as you recalled the night again.
You know Peter noticed your rapid change in attitude, but he didn’t comment. Peter sniffed at the air still wearing the way to small shirt, before yelping out “Shit! Oh shit,” as he turned to the pan you had not noticed till now. You looked at the burnt pan, the scent of burnt and smoke suddenly overwhelming your nose, as you stared at what you believed was once a pan of eggs and bacon. “Oh damn… I just, wanted to wake you up with some breakfast,” he mumbled dejectedly, as he took the burnt pan and but it in the sink.
You giggled gently at the absolutely devastated look on his face, walking over to him and grabbing his arm gently, “Well thank you anyway, it was a sweet thought,” you cooed at him softly stroking his arm gently. He turned his head at you slightly, a soft smile on his features as he looked at you with his powerful brown eyes. His eyes always seemed to have a playful glint in them, a characteristic you were already quite fond of. You head unconsciously moved towards him slightly, overcome with a wave of something you couldn’t quite describe. Something about these two boys just made you lose all your control, you flicked your eyes down to his lips and his eyes flicked to yours lips as well, his eyes suddenly excited.
Before he glanced back up at your eyes and suddenly he looked completely panicked and scared. He coughed turning away sharply, “um, Pete went out for a swing this morning, said he couldn’t just sit around anymore. Felt like he should be looking for his villains as well,” he rubbed his face harshly, “I was gonna go out looking as well, but I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast,” he uttered gesturing back to the pan in the sink.
You sighed softly and tried not to be disappointed that he had turned away. Not that you should be at all, I mean you were still hopelessly in love with your own Peter, and last night you done… things with Pete. What the hell is wrong with your head. It was just something about these two new boys, that made you feel comfortable, like you’re always supposed to be in their arms. It’s like you’ve known them forever. What made this the hardest however, was that you felt as if you were betraying your Peter by thinking so sinfully about the other two. But you knew that you’d never have your Peter like you had Pete last night, and it saddened you. Maybe that’s why you were acting so crazy, maybe you just wanted to have a chance with any version of Peter.
You jumped when a hand touched your shoulder softly, Peter’s handsome face greeting you. That crooked soft smile back on his face. Looking at you with questioning eyes and the cutest little head tilt. You smiled, all those bad thoughts temporarily forgotten. “My umm…. My… my friends are coming over at 10:00. I can always ask them to bring some food over?” you muttered out, starting to smile his happiness contagious. “That would be great princess,” he grinned, turning, and wrapping an arm around your shoulder playfully shaking you, “I’m keen to meet your Peters friends hmm. Wonder if they were like mine. I’ll text Pete and tell him to be back by 10:00,” his head coming down as he gave you a sideways, grin so wide his whole face crinkled up, causing a giggle to bubble down your throat.
He let you go gently, flipping over the kitchen counter as if it was nothing, pulling his phone out of what seemed to be nowhere. You pursed your lips as you watched him, before sighing and pulling out your phone. Your fingers hovered over Parkers contact name, the My Bug Boy staring you in the face dauntingly, before you slid down to MJ’s contact, and decided against both. Clicking on Ned’s name and asking him to pick up some food before he came over. The first message you had sent in a very long time, and you cringed at all the messages on his side. Messages to which you had never replied. You breathed in and turned back over to Peter… who was now texting… upside down… on the wall. He gave you a goofy smile and a small wave before turning back to his phone You sighed dramatically grabbing the counter, and turning to face the two daunting glasses still untouched. Today was going to be a long day.
Warnings:fluff, some angst, swear words, some steamy stuff
Nothing to interesting yet just some set up for the next chapter. Things start to get steamy, next chapter. I’m very exited for the spice!
Andrews!Peter= Peter Toms!Peter= Parker Tobeys!Peter = Pete
You were sat in your bed, staring at your door with an intensity, petrified that at any second the door would open, or someone would knock, and you’d have to deal with the inevitable.
After your Peter left, you were left alone with the two other Peters. Your head, still absolutely reeling in shock from the new information, as well as the fact that there were now two handsome boys or Peters in front of you. You said nothing, and simply walked past them awkwardly, walking to your room with haste. Slamming the door shut behind you and falling onto your bed.
That had been three hours ago. The sun had set, and you were started to get hungry as dinner time came, yet you were still glued to your bed. Staring at the door as you had been for hours, unaware of what exactly you should do. You had texted your Peter at least 30 times, but he had simply replied with a ‘I’ll be back late tonight, after 10’ a text that had done nothing to calm your nerves.
You sighed dramatically, falling back into your pillows, and checking your phone. A bright picture of you and Peter hugging in the snow greeted you, along with a blaring 7:47pm. “Ughh!” you groaned. Slowly you sat up and walked to your dresser tossing of your shirt and pants with the intent to change into something more comfortable and talk to the other Peters, before a knock startled you and you turned to see the door opening slowly opening, to shocked to shout out.
Peter 3’s head popped in “Hi um, we were just wondering if you were…. Oh my gosh oh god I’m so sorry!” he yelped, turning, and slamming his head into the side of your door frame in his rush to shut your door. You heard a hard thud on the other side of the door once it was shut, along with a rushed whisper of ‘what the hell happened?’ from the other Peter.
“Oh my god, what the fuck even is my life!” you yelled at your roof, turning back to the and staring at in anger, now even less keen to exit your room. Not that you thought that could’ve been possible a moment ago. Quickly dressing, in some of your nicer clothes, which you totally didn’t do on purpose, you walked to your mirror. You gave yourself a once over, and quickly fixed your hair, for absolutely no reason ‘god stop it Y/N, you don’t need to look cute’ you snapped internally. Walking to the door you halted at the handle. You took a deep breath in, mentally preparing yourself, before you opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
You walked into the loungeroom, where the two Peters sat on your couch. Peter 2, looking at you kindly a small smile gracing his handsome features. Whilst the Peter 3 was staring at his feet, face beet red. You sighed, before walking in and sitting on the table in front of them, folding your hand into your lap.
“Ok, this um needs to happen I guess,” you spoke, a sudden determination filling you.
Peter 2 coughed softly, “Well perhaps formal introductions are in order. Um, I’m Peter 2 to you guys, but in my universe, I’m known as Peter Benjamin Parker, I was bitten by a genetically modified spider at a school trip, and I became Spiderman. And three of my old villains, who I fought very long ago are now here in your universe as well.” Peter 2 spoke softly, nudging Peter 3 softly after he was finished.
Peter 3 sat up straight, a faint blush still on his cheeks as he avoided your eyes, “I’m Peter 3, and well I’m also Peter Parker, I snuck into Oscorp industries, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and I became the amazing Spiderman. Um, two of my villains are here as well.”
“Wait, there are others from your universes here. Villains?” you questioned. “Is that where my Peter is?”
Both Peters sat up straighter, Peter 2 spoke first, “When your Peter had the strange doctor do his spell something went wrong and we were suddenly in this universe. We found each other quickly, but where still not sure how many others there are yet, but so far we pretty sure that there is just five others.”
Peter 3 leaned forward, face suddenly serious “Your Peter and the doctor have found and captured two so far, but the other three still have to be caught,” he spoke seriously.
“Um, so once the other three are caught things will be fixed then, and you two will go back to your universe?” you questioned softly.
The two Peters glanced at each other before turning back to you. “Unfortunately, It’s not that simple, there are certain conditions in which the spell was first created, those conditions need to be met again for the spell to be fixed” Peter 3 spoke.
“That and the doctor said he had no clue how to fix the spell, said something about unusual complications not mentioned in the books. He was uttering something about refusing to go to Wong and that he can do this all himself,” Peter 2 spoke pensively, leaning back in his seat. “First, we actually have to catch the others villain’s, but we have no clue where they are. Which is what your Peter is working on now.”
Peter 3 clapped his hands together, “Then we let your magician do his magic spell, and bam we go back home,” he grinned.
You pursed your lips, nodding your head softly, “and who are these villains exactly? Are they dangerous?” you questioned softly.
The atmosphere shifted instantly, both Peters suddenly tense in their chairs. After a few moments of silence Peter 2 spoke up, “There’s Doctor Otto Octavius an…. He has already been captured. Flint Marko or the Sandman, and worst of all is Norman Osborn or the Green Goblin.” He turned away softly a sad look on his face, “They were once great men. All three of them”
Peter 3 placed his hand on Peter 2’s shoulder in comfort, before turning to you, “My foes are Doctor Curt Connors or the Lizard.” Your eyebrow shot up in question at that one. “As well as Max Dillon or Electro. They were my friends once” he spoke softly, a saddened look in his eyes as he looked at his shoes.
Your eyes went between the two handsome boys, heart heavy as you looked at their saddened faces. “Hey.” You whispered softly; both the boys looked at you intently. “Let’s order some pizza huh!” you said standing up.
Walking away from the two boys you turned your head back to them, “hmm, I wonder… three pepperoni pizzas, extra cheese?” you questioned, giggling when both the boys sat upright immediately, excitement clear on their faces. You walked into the kitchen pulling out your phone, “Oh, and I am not calling Peter 2 and Peter 3 so I’m going to have to figure something out with that” you cried out. Drawing out a chuckle from both the boys.
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An hour later all three of you were sat on the lounge, watching TV whilst waiting for your Peter to return. “Wait, so you’re telling me that neither of your universe have Rick and Morty? That is a travesty!” You cried out, from where you were sandwiched between the two boys. Both enthralled by the show on your tv. “Oh my god I wonder what else you guys don’t have.” You spoke in shock.
“Hmmm, it’s reminding me of mick and molly, in fact its quite identical,” Peter 3 mumbled, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl in your lap and stuffing it into his mouth.
“What the fuck.” You mumbled out, bewildered. Peter 2 chuckling beside you. “Hmm that reminds me, I’ve thought it through and I’m calling you” you pointed at Peter 2, who raised an eyebrow at you smirking softly. “Pete!” you chirped, poking his chest softly, to which he chuckled softly. “And I’m just calling you Peter, and my Peter shall be foremost called Parker or bug boy, both names are used by my friends more than his real name anyway” you laughed, poking Peters chest as you spoke. Face flushing when he shot you a giant grin.
“Hell, yeah I get to keep my name” He cheered, making Pete snort beside you. Pete’s hand reaching into the popcorn just as you did. Your hands brushed each other, and a bright blush covered your cheeks whilst a low blush covered his face. You turned back to the TV, with a cough.
“So um, going back to the topic of things that are different in your universes,” you started. “Umm, well do either of you have… um significant others waiting for you in your universes,” you mumbled out, cursing yourself internally for your awkwardness. Both the spiders tensed suddenly tensed, a sad look in his eyes.
Before you could question it, Pete spoke out, “Well, I had my fiancé MJ, but well were kind of taking a very long break at the moment… we haven’t spoken in over a year” he mumbled out. You bit your lip, internally screaming at yourself for asking the question and ruining the mood. Your eyes strayed over to Peter, who had tears in his eyes, and every bone in your body was screaming at you to hold him but you stopped yourself.
“I um, had someone. Her name was Gwen…” he struggled to get the words out.
“Peter its ok, you don’t have to.” You started, but he cut you off quickly.
“No its ok… i had Gwen uh, well she was my MJ, and there was a fight and I… I wasn’t fast enough to catch her and she… she… she um died,” he finally chocked out, clearly trying so hard not to cry. Before the rational part of your brain could register it, you were wrapped around him tightly. Holding onto him as if he would fall, if you let go. He stilled for a moment before he let out a deep sigh and hugged you back tightly. A few moments passed and you felt Pete behind you, hesitantly hugging you both from behind your back. You reached one arm back to hold him as well, a silent confirmation that his touch was welcome. He hugged you tighter after which.
“My Peter, has an MJ to,” you mumbled out softly, both the Peters hugging you even tighter after which, as if they knew that it made you sad.
You sat there for ages, simply holding each other and breathing softly. You didn’t know why you felt so comfortable and content in their arms, and you sure didn’t know why you felt so protective and caring for these boys you had just met. But everything in you was screaming give these boys the world. You held each other till the tv went silent. You glanced up from Peter’s shoulder, looking at the Netflix’s are you still their prompt. “Do you guys have the office in your universes,” your whispered, mind randomly suggesting a movie name of the top of your head.
Peter sniffled softly letting you go gently, “no, what’s that?”
Pete also softly let you go, “we have the workplace. Maybe its like that,” he uttered
You looked at him bewildered, “seriously, what the fuck even.”
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And that’s how your Peter, or rather for this week, your Parker found the three of you when he arrived. The three of you practically sitting on top of each other, watching finding nemo, your hand still resting on Peters arm gently. Something he bristled at, before silently chastising himself, confused as to why a simple thing enraged him so.
“Hey, I’m back!” he called from the window, jumping in with a grin. “Got some progress about the spell. Um mister strange says he knows of a book that has information about how to fix the spell. Uh he just needs to fix it.” Parker started. “Oh, Y/N um I should probably explain everything now, well you see…”
“There’s no need Parker, they’ve already filled me in on the villains, mixed with the fact that doctor strange, is apparently a stubborn man who helped you break the multiverse and refuses to ask for help. Very inappropriate for a time thingie if you ask me. The real question is did you find any more of these missing villains or no?” You stood as you spoke one hand on your hip, and another pointed at Parker accusingly.
“Um, well there still missing.” Parker said, hands wringing together anxiously. “But we seem to think that we might now where one might be… tomorrow” he said anxiously. Both the other peters letting out a sigh at his words. “But don’t worry, MJ and Ned are coming over tomorrow and were going to figure everything out. MJs already got some great ideas.” Peter started, a loving face on his features as he spoke of MJ. You tensed sharply, something that did not go unnoticed by the other two Peters.
“Alright then Parker, so is there anything that we can do tonight?” you questioned Parker, failing to keep the attitude out of your voice.
“Um, well no… why are you um calling me parker,” he questioned softly, his features falling into a soft frown.
“Well, I refused to call you numbers… So, your Parker, he’s Peter and he’s Pete,” you pointed, accordingly as you spoke. “Now, if there’s nothing else, we can do tonight… then I guess we should just call it a night then. So I guess you can just leave now,” you sighed, stalking towards the hall for your bedroom before halting.
You turned to face Pete and Peter, “um, I guess Peter can take the guest room and the Pete can take my parents room,” you stated, pointed to the doors down the hallways as you spoke. “I am going to bed,” you sighed, walking away from the boys without another word.
Parker stood frozen at the window confusion evident on his face. He’d noticed you had been straying from the group, recently and was missing his best friend. The poor boy had no clue what he was doing wrong. But he knew it was him that was causing your distance from the group. The other two Peters were giving him knowing looks, like they knew exactly what he was going through. He gave them both awkward smiles, and quickly left through the window. Intent on clearing his head, with a few hours of patrol.
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You were getting dressed into your pajamas, teeth brushed and ready to go to sleep. Already anxious for tomorrow when you heard a soft knock. You turned to the door, scared to be caught changing again but the door remained shut tight.
“Um come in,” you shouted out, after you’d quickly dressed.
Peter stuck his head in, “Hi, I um… I waited for you to tell me I could come in this time,” he said a proud look on his face.
You giggled softly at the look on his face, “well, yes that is what most people do,” giggling even more as his face flushed and he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yeah, sorry about earlier, I’ve always been really bad at that aha… done it to you way to much” he whispered the last part so softy you barely caught it. You were confused by the phrase but decided against saying anything. You both stood in silence for a while.
“Did you need something, or?” you questioned, after an awkward length of silence had passed.
“Oh! Um I just wanted to say goodnight, and just let you know if you need anything just let me know ya know aha,” he laughed out awkwardly.
“Oh, well you’re the guest shouldn’t you tell me if you need something?” you questioned with a laugh.
He froze, a bright red blush on his cheeks, “yeah right of course, you’re a fucking idiot Peter!” he said smacking his head as he spoke. “I’m just going to go. Um, goodnight” he said as he stumbled back to the door. You laughed at his soft and gentle awkwardness, staring at the closed door with a fond smile.
‘he’s really cute’ you thought, before shaking your head. ‘Woah girl, where the hell did that come from! You can not get a crush on the damn alternate universe Peter Parker’ you said shaking your head as you crawled into your bed. ‘I suppose all of them are very cute. Arghh stop it bad thoughts!’
“Ugh,” you groaned out, before you finally fell back into your bed falling into a fitful sleep. Not wanting to deal with tomorrow already.
NWH Spoilers below and in this series, read at your own risk!!!(Masterlist will be updated as story progresses, not much yet)
Summary:Your best friend and long term crush Peter Parker rocks up at your apartment with two other Peters Parkers in tow and tells you he has managed to break the damn multiverse. You agree to host the two other Peters, whilst your Peter tries to fix the damn multiverse. What will happen during a full week with three Peters filtering in and out of your apartment.
Warnings: NWH spoilers, eventual smut, light dom/sub, multiple partners, threesomes, foursomes, kinda cheating but not really, angst, fluff, so dang fluffy, jealousy, slow burn (kinda),
NWH SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
I’m not very good at writing, but loved this idea so I decided to make it. If people like then series then i’ll definitely keep it up. (this is just a bit of needed back story, and the start of the story. Hopefully some people like it ☺️)
Prologue
You’d had a crush on your best friend Peter for as you long as you can remember. You’d originally become best friends back when you were both just little kids. You’d pushed him over and screamed at him for destroying your sand castle in the sand pit, but when he cried so hard screaming apologies and crying about an it being an accident you stopped. You felt so bad looking at the snot and sand covered boy, that you offered him the last of your cookie to get him to stop crying and the rest was history.
From that day on you were inseparable, when exactly your feelings became romantic you weren’t entirely sure. You supposed it was the sweet nicknames he whispered in your ear at movie nights, or the random flowers and chocolates he gifted you. Mixed with the day he spilt juice all over his shirt and shocked you with a well defined and perfect set of abs. Truly how could you not have a crush on him. When he finally told you he was Spider-Man, you weren’t actually that surprised. He was a sweet boy, and a good superhero but a bloody horrendous liar. You’d noticed early on the signs, catching on to his very suspicious excuses, but you feigned surprise when he told you anyway.
Ned was the first to know about your crush on Peter, catching you watching him wistfully, while he was going on and on about his crush on Liz, and connecting the ties early on. You were scared he knew at first, but thankfully your crush on the Peter seemed to be the only secret he could keep. You were excited when MJ, joined your little gang, excited for a female confidant. You where instantly close, becoming great friends in a mere few days. Peter was still your number one of course, but you and MJ shared a special connection instantly. Peter and MJ became the two best friends you could’ve ever asked for, caring, kind and funny. Which is what made it all the more devastating when you noticed the shared looks they started to give each other. Your heart absolutely shattering, when they became official. Hiding the devastation and tears in your eyes, when you realised they were perfect for each other, because who were you to ruin such a perfect couple.
The events after Mysterio were all just blur to you now. You recall a flurry of police investigations, watching Peters house on tv from the flurry of helicopters surrounding his windows, to getting denied MIT admission with your friends, the sadness of watching Peter and MJ get closer and closer. To distancing yourself from Peter, MJ and Ned, unable to watch the couple any longer. All of the moments leading to now. You standing mouth opening and closing as you stood in your lounge-room staring at your very guilty looking Peter Parker in his Spider-Man suit… with two more Peter Parker’s in suits standing behind him, rambling words a mile a minute at you.
“I’m sorry, you did a what now?” You snapped, cutting him off, head still reeling from the information the boy had just rambled, barely catching a word. You watched as Peters face flinched from your words, shrinking in on himself even more.
“A spell… to make everyone forget I was Spider-Man and it uhh kinda went wrong and I broke the multiverse, and now there’s two other Peters, and a bunch of crazy villains runny around in our universe.” Peter rambled out quickly, seemingly finding the feet of his suit very interesting. “ I just wanted you to go to MIT, and everything went wrong” he whispered the last part, staring up at you with those damn big beautiful eyes.
A flush hit your cheeks at his gaze, but you hid it with irritation, “I have so many damn questions Parker! I don’t even know where to start Peter!” You screeched, throwing your hands up in irritation. “Actually, yes I do. Why the hell are you and um, and the other two uh Peters at my house then, and I don’t know fixing the damn multiverse you broke then?” You snapped.
Peter flushed, hand running through the hair on the back of his head, a nervous tick of his you knew well. Your nerves growing with each passing second as your Peter and the other two Peters both looking between each other and back at you with nervous eyes.
“Well, um you see. They kinda need a place to stay, and with your parents away on holidays for the next month I kinda thought that they could stay here.” Peter mumbled, biting his lip and looking at you with big puppy dog eyes. Both the other two Peters stepping in closer to you, hands clasped together, pouting with big puppy eyes.
“Please, Y/N! Let us stay!” They all chorused. Staring you down with three sets of brown, gorgeous pleading eyes.
You bit your lip, looking between your Peter and the other two. Your eyes strayed to the left where a more matured and gentle looking Peter stood, pleading eyes staring at you, staring at you with an intensity and wisdom. Before you slid your eyes to the right, where a very tall and sculpted looking Peter was staring at you, a crooked smile on his face and soft kind eyes pleading with your very soul. Before sliding your eyes back to your Peter, who was staring at you so pleadingly, desperation so clear on his face.
“Mmmmmmmm.” You groaned, crossing your arms over you chest. Determination faltering with each passing second as the three boys stared at you with such big pleading eyes. “Oh dammit, fine ok! Ok! Just please, all of you! Stop staring at me with those big beautiful brown eyes!” You sighed, uncrossing your arms, covering you eyes with your arm dramatically to avoid their intense gazes.
“Yes!” Your Peter shouted, jumping up and down. The other two Peters also standing straight, big smiles adjourned on their faces. Your Peter did a little happy dance, before wrapping you in a big hug, a flush covering your cheeks with how tightly he held you, twirling you around in excitement. “I’ll be back tonight, I have to go talk to Doctor Strange, I’ll bring you Pizza and flowers and your favourite ice cream as a thank you tonight. I’m gonna fix this so quick, I promise they’ll only be here for a week at least.” He rambled, all whilst putting on his mask and jumping out the window before you could even blink.
You stood in shock, staring at the window, secretly hoping your Peter would come back any second and tell you this was all a big joke. But with each second that passed, the reality sat in as you slowly turned back to the other two Peters, both of them looking at you expectantly, small smiles on their faces. But something in their gazes made your brain stop for a moment, as both the boys looked at you with soft looks, and small smiles, eyes shining in excitement… looking almost as if they, recognised you? You felt you heartbeat race, flush covering your cheeks from the intensity of their stares, biting your lip softly and looking away to avoid their intense gazes. Trying to calm you racing heart.
“Wait….. did he just say at least a week!” You screeched, turning back to them. Both Peters giving you guilty smiles in return.
Ok, but Tobey’s Peter is a dog person, Andrew’s Peter is a cat person and Tom’s Peter is that one kid who has the most random animal as pet and no one understand how
