18+ . peter parker x fem!reader . explicit smut .
next door neighbour peter . one shot . small plot . accidental break in . nervous & talkative peter . confident reader . pining . cursing . mutual attraction . unprotected sex . fingering . p in v . creampie . small aftercare .
you had moved into an apartment in the Manhattan area only a short while ago, so you were still getting used to the place and the rhythm of living in a building entirely different from what you were accustomed to.
fortunately, the apartment left nothing to be desired. it was comfortable, well-located, and, to your surprise, the neighbors were remarkably welcoming. it didn’t take long to realize there was a genuine sense of community among the residents—there was always someone willing to lend a hand when needed, whether it was picking up a package, helping carry something up the stairs, or simply exchanging a few words in the hallway.
you had already managed to familiarize yourself with a few of them, but there was one guy in particular who seemed to make a point of acting strangely whenever he crossed paths with you.
it was almost as if he were allergic to your very presence.
you could tell he often kept an eye on you in the corridors, but the second your eyes met, he’d avert his gaze or invent some flimsy excuse to hurry off in the opposite direction. the oddest part was that you had never done a single thing to him. even so, you kept a polite smile on your face every time you bumped into him, even as it left you increasingly baffled, wondering if there was something wrong with you. maybe you had said something without realizing it, or done something that annoyed him. maybe he just didn't like you. the problem was, if that was the case, you had no idea why.
one night, you were lying in bed, covered up to your hips, trying to finally overcome the insomnia that had been stubbornly keeping you awake. the window remained slightly ajar, letting the chilly night air drift into the room and causing the curtains to sway gently back and forth.
the apartment was completely dark, illuminated only by the distant glow of the New York lights filtering through the window, while the hum of the city leaked in alongside the wind. occasional honking, distant voices, and the low rumble of cars passing on the streets below formed a steady backdrop of ambient noise that, somehow, managed to soothe you.
you were just beginning to feel the heavy pull of sleep over your eyes when a sudden noise coming from the exterior fire escape made your entire body jump in bed. your heart instantly hammered, and you froze for a few seconds, trying to discern what had caused the sound. then came another noise—closer this time—followed by the sound of the window being shoved fully open.
before you could even process what to do, someone stepped into your bedroom.
the only thing you could make out in that moment was a dark silhouette set against the faint light streaming from the window, and your first immediate thought was that someone was breaking into your apartment. panic seized your chest as you pushed yourself up on the bed, wildly trying to decide whether to scream, run, or simply stay frozen. your hand reached out blindly until it found the lamp on the nightstand. the moment you switched it on, a warm yellow light flooded the room, illuminating the figure standing just a few feet away.
the red and blue suit was unmistakable.
your eyes widened as you realized the man standing inside your bedroom was dressed head-to-toe as Spider-Man. the suit bore clear marks of wear—grime smudged across the fabric and subtle signs of tear, as if he had just come straight from an intense situation. probably saving someone. or fighting someone. after all, that was Spider-Man. the famous neighborhood hero featured constantly on the news who had, apparently, just decided your bedroom would make a great place to break into in the middle of the night.
you were still trying to wrap your head around what was happening when he reached up with both hands, grabbed his mask, and pulled it up over his head, exposing his face. he seemed completely focused on orienting himself, scanning the room as if trying to figure out where he had ended up. for a brief second, he didn't notice anything amiss. then, his eyes swept over the space once more and finally landed on you, sitting right there on the bed.
his eyes went wide instantly.
you recognized that face.
the guy who always acted so bizarrely whenever he passed you in the hall.
he stood there frozen for a few long seconds, staring at you as though his brain had completely short-circuited. then he glanced side to side, likely looking for any logical explanation for the situation, until it finally clicked that he had just broken into the wrong apartment. the worst part wasn't just that he had walked into the wrong flat—he had climbed straight into your bedroom, in the dead of night, fully clad in a Spider-Man suit, and was now standing there with his mask off.
"oh…" was all he managed to get out.
you just kept staring at him, utterly incredulous, while he seemed to spiral into a full-blown panic right in front of you. his eyes darted frantically to his suit, swept around the room again, and ultimately snapped back to you. realizing there was no possible way to wriggle out of this without giving a full explanation, his eyes widened even further, and he spun around on his heel as fast as he could, presenting his back to you.
“I'm sorry. I got the wrong apartment."
silence hung in the room for a few moments as you tried to process the sheer absurdity of it all. your neighbor was Spider-Man. the guy who practically sprinted away from you every time you met in the hallway was actually the same man swinging between Manhattan skyscrapers on the nightly news. of all the wild theories you had cooked up to explain his strange behavior, that certainly hadn't made the list.
"so..." your voice finally cut through the silence.
he seemed to stiffen even more at the sound of your voice and rushed to speak, his back still firmly turned toward you. "I can explain," he blurted out, as if that were the only coherent thought left in his head.
you raised an eyebrow, eyeing his back. "you don't even know what I was going to ask," you countered, a soft laugh slipping out despite yourself at his blatant nervousness.
he went quiet for a beat, seemingly rethinking every word he was about to say. "right. fair enough. but considering the circumstances, I'd say it's a pretty safe bet," he admitted smoothly.
despite the madness of the situation, you almost let out a genuine chuckle. almost. you were still far too occupied trying to figure out how the boy who could barely hold a conversation with you was now standing in your bedroom in the middle of the night, wearing a superhero suit.
"you broke into the wrong apartment," you repeated, more to yourself than to him, trying to organize the sequence of events in your mind. "and, for some reason, you decided to enter specifically through my bedroom window."
"technically, I didn't decide to break into your room," he answered quickly, turning his head slightly in your direction, though still making a point not to look you directly in the eye.
"oh, really?" you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for the explanation.
"really. I thought it was my apartment," he replied, grimacing slightly as he realized just how ridiculous that sounded out loud.
you glanced around your own room before bringing your gaze back to him. "you thought my apartment was yours?"
"when I'm wearing the mask, spatial awareness gets a little... tricky," he explained, making a small gesture with his hands as if that made the whole thing perfectly reasonable.
"so you routinely climb through your window?" you tilted your head slightly, genuinely curious.
he hesitated for a second before answering. "sometimes," he conceded with a faint shrug.
"into the wrong apartment?"
"no," he shot back immediately, shaking his head.
"just tonight," he confirmed, letting out a low sigh.
you continued to watch him for a moment, still trying to grasp how this had come to pass. he remained facing away from you, as if turning around would somehow make everything ten times worse—even though you had already seen his face and knew exactly who he was. his answer should have been enough to wrap up the conversation, but there was one thing that kept bugging you. in truth, it was something that had been bugging you ever since you moved into the building.
he froze dead in his tracks.
you noticed it instantly. it wasn't just the fact that he'd heard his own name. it was the way his shoulders went rock-rigid, as if that single word had completely rendered him motionless.
"you know my name," he noted, still without turning around entirely.
"we've been neighbors for weeks. it wasn't exactly hard to figure out," you replied, giving a light shrug.
he let out a quiet breath, running a hand over the back of his neck. "right."
"and now I know your secret."
at that, he finally turned around to face you. his eyes locked onto yours, and there was a shift in his expression. it wasn't just the panic of getting caught anymore. there was genuine concern there—almost a silent plea for you not to blow this up into something bigger than it needed to be.
"you can't tell anyone," he requested, taking a tentative step toward you.
you held his gaze for a few seconds before answering. "I won't."
he looked genuinely taken aback by how easily you agreed. "you won't?" he asked, as if needing to hear it one more time to actually believe it.
"no," you confirmed, keeping your eyes fixed on him.
"seriously?" he tilted his head slightly, still visibly skeptical.
"Peter, I'm not five years old."
he cast his eyes downward for a moment, looking endearingly sheepish. "right."
"I just want to know one thing in return."
he looked back up at you, snapping to full attention instantly. "what?"
you took a deep breath before asking the question you’d been holding onto ever since moving into the building. "what’s your problem with me?"
his expression shifted immediately. "what?" he asked, clearly caught off guard.
"you heard me," you replied, crossing your arms again.
"I don't have a problem with you," he assured you.
you let out a dry, incredulous laugh. "seriously?"
"seriously," he insisted, throwing his hands up in self-defense.
"because you act like I have some kind of contagious disease," you pointed out, narrowing your eyes.
"I do not," he shot back quickly.
"Peter, you literally cross the hallway to the other side whenever you see me coming."
he opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out right away. "that's..." he started, frantically grasping for some justification that didn't sound completely absurd.
"coincidence?" you supplied, raising an eyebrow.
"yeah," he answered, but his hesitation immediately gave away the fact that even he didn't believe that.
you let out a quiet laugh. "you once tried to hide behind a plant."
he blinked a few times, clearly trying to recall the moment. "that plant was huge," he argued, pointing a finger at you as if he’d just presented a perfectly reasonable defense.
"it was a fern," you countered.
"exactly," he responded, nodding with dead seriousness before realizing he’d just proven your point.
for a few seconds, silence fell over the room. a smile played on your lips, and Peter seemed a little less tense now that he’d managed to coax a genuine reaction out of you. however, the moment he caught himself smiling, he averted his eyes again, as though suddenly remembering this wasn't a conversation he should be having.
"I just..." he began, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not really good with people," he admitted with a small sigh.
"you seem pretty great with people when you're wearing that suit," you noted, subtly gesturing toward his gear.
"that's different," he answered almost instantly. but seeing you wait for an elaboration, he dragged a hand over his face and let out another sigh. "when I'm wearing the mask, it's... different. I can be awkward, make terrible jokes, talk too much, and nobody really knows who's behind it. it's kind of an advantage."
you knit your brows, still trying to see where he was going with this. "and you can't do that with me?"
"not exactly." Peter winced slightly and stared at the floor for a beat before looking back up at you. "because you're my neighbor."
"i know that," you answered, crossing your arms once more. "you're my neighbor, too."
"I know." he nodded quickly, as if just realizing how nonsensical his answer sounded. "that's—that's precisely what I meant."
you let a soft laugh slip out, and he shook his head, looking thoroughly exasperated with himself.
"I'm not explaining this right."
"great." he let out a dry laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. "at least we're on the same page."
you waited a few more seconds, but Peter was still hunting for the right words, his eyes sweeping the room as if one might be hidden in a corner. finally, he took a deep breath and decided to just spill it.
"I started noticing you."
you raised an eyebrow. "noticing me?"
"yeah." he shrugged, instantly looking like he regretted the movement. "I mean, not in a creepy way. that was a terrible choice of words."
"I just mean..." Peter paused, pointing at you and then at himself, as if trying to construct a visual diagram. "you moved in, and I started seeing you around. in the hall. in the elevator. sometimes by the front entrance. and after a while, I just started recognizing when you were nearby."
"that still sounds a little creepy."
"I know." he closed his eyes for a second. "God, I am making this so much worse."
you laughed out loud, and Peter ended up smiling too, though he still looked completely out of his depth.
"it wasn't supposed to be like this," he continued, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "I just... I noticed you. that's all."
"you noticed that I exist?"
"thanks," he replied automatically, only to catch the sarcasm a split second later. "wait. no. that's not what I meant."
you burst into another laugh, and he pointed at you with an incredulous grin.
"you make me lose my train of thought."
you tilted your head, amused. "I'm not even doing anything."
the answer came out way too fast.
he blinked a few times and immediately looked away.
"that sounded so much weirder out loud," he muttered, bringing a hand up to cover his face.
you smiled, but you weren't about to let him off the hook that easily. "so, what's the issue, then?"
peter dropped his hand and took a deep breath. "there isn't an issue."
"fine." he held up both hands in surrender, taking a small step back. "there is an issue. but it's not you."
he remained quiet for a few seconds, searching your face as if trying to decide how much of this conversation he should actually be having. in the end, he seemed to give up on finding a better dodge.
you blinked, taken aback.
Peter immediately held up a finger, as if needing to establish ground rules before you could say a word.
"don't make a big deal out of it."
"I didn't even say anything!"
"I know, but you're making that face."
"that face like you're going to turn this into something it's not."
you crossed your arms, biting back a smile. "and what, exactly, is it?"
"it's just..." he paused, looking off to the side. "you're pretty. I noticed. that's all."
"so you run away from me because you think I'm pretty?"
Peter opened his mouth, then went quiet for a few seconds. "when you put it like that, it sounds ridiculously shallow."
"no!" he pointed at you almost instantly. "that's not what I meant. I just... I don't know you."
the answer caught you off guard, rendering you silent.
Peter seemed a bit more comfortable once he finally got that out.
"that's the whole point," he continued, distractedly picking at the red fabric of his glove. "I don't know anything about you. I don't know your favorite food, I don't know what kind of music you like, I don't know if you're a nice person or if you secretly hate dogs or something oddly specific like that."
you knit your brows. "I don't hate dogs."
"great." he nodded, looking genuinely relieved. "look at that, one piece of data down."
"but that's just it. I don't know you," he repeated, a bit more seriously this time. "and I didn't want to start building some idealized version of you in my head just because I thought you were pretty."
the sheer honesty of it caught you entirely off guard.
"so you decided to avoid me altogether."
"that was the plan." he shrugged. "a terrible plan, apparently."
"because you keep showing up."
you raised an eyebrow. "I live here."
"I know." peter let out a faint laugh, shaking his head. "that's another issue."
"did you want me to move out?"
"no!" the answer flew out of him so fast his eyes widened at his own intensity. "no. absolutely not." Peter paused, running a hand over the back of his neck as he tried to reorganize his thoughts. "I just meant it would be easier if I didn't... run into you all the time."
you let out a soft chuckle, and Peter dropped his gaze for a second, looking endearingly self-conscious.
"you realize how completely irrational that sounds, right?"
"I do." he sighed, his shoulders slumping. "which is why I was trying to avoid this conversation in the first place."
"because you can't explain it?"
"because I can't explain it without sounding like a total idiot." he raised his eyes to yours again, making a slight face. "which, considering how this night started, probably doesn't make much of a difference anyway."
you laughed, and Peter couldn't help but smile too.
for a few seconds, he seemed to relax. the quiet that settled between you no longer held that uncomfortable tension from before. there was still an inherent absurdity to the situation—he was still standing in your bedroom in a Spider-Man suit in the dead of night, after all—but now you were starting to see the boy behind the mask.
and for the first time since you had moved into the building, Peter didn't look like he was trying to run away.
"so..." you began, breaking the silence once more. "you think I'm pretty."
his smile vanished on the spot.
"you don't need to confirm."
"but you just admitted it."
"I know." Peter squeezed his eyes shut for a second, as if deeply regretting every single choice that had led him into this room tonight. "and I would very much like to rewind time by about five minutes."
"because I was doing okay."
"not great, but definitely better than I am right now."
you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you let your eyes wander back over the suit he was still wearing. up until that moment, you had been so caught up in the sheer absurdity of the situation that you’d barely stopped to actually look at him. now that the initial shock had begun to wear off, curiosity was starting to take over. Spider-Man was standing in your bedroom, just a few feet away from you, and as bizarre as it was, there was something almost fascinating about finally seeing the suit up close.
Peter knit his brows, looking as though he hadn't quite understood the question. "see what?"
he looked down at himself, seemingly remembering that he was still fully gear-clad as Spider-Man. "oh. right." Peter made a small, vague gesture with his hands. "sure you can."
you pushed the covers aside and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up while keeping your eyes fixed on him. Peter, on the other hand, remained rooted to the spot, looking like he was waiting for explicit instructions on what to do next.
"you can come closer," you said, picking up on his hesitation.
"it's just a suit, Peter."
"I know," he nodded quickly. "right. a suit."
you raised an eyebrow. "you're making this weird."
despite his response, he finally started taking a few tentative steps toward you. his movements were cautious, almost calculated, and you noticed he came to a halt at a considerable distance from the bed—as if he'd drawn an imaginary line in the sand as a safe buffer between you two.
you studied him for a few moments before standing up.
Peter went rigid instantly.
"you didn't have to get up," he noted, his eyes following your movement.
"I wanted a better look."
he swallowed hard and nodded, though he didn't offer a response. you walked over to him without any rush, closing the gap between you until you came to a stop directly in front of him. now that you were standing this close, you could catch details that would have been completely invisible from afar: the subtle scuffs on the fabric, the faint layer of grime lingering in the seams, and the intricate grid lines running through the material.
Peter looked down at you. "may you what?"
you pointed toward the spider emblem on his chest. "this."
"oh." he dropped his eyes to his own chest before snapping them back to yours. "yeah. of course."
you reached out, carefully sliding your fingers over the symbol, taking in the distinct texture of the material beneath your fingertips. it was much firmer and more structured than you had pictured, yet it still felt remarkably flexible—clearly built to allow for an unrestricted range of motion.
"it's so much more detailed in person," you remarked, tilting your head slightly as you traced the lines of the suit.
Peter looked down, tracking the motion of your hand. "it's... made for that."
you looked up to catch his eye. "made for what?"
he paused for a beat. "being detailed."
you stared at him for a few seconds. "that was a terrible answer."
"I know." Peter let out a low laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. "I meant there are multiple layers. certain areas are reinforced."
"yeah." he gestured subtly toward a spot near his shoulder. "like here, for instance."
your eyes followed his hand, and you leaned in slightly, lightly tapping the area he'd indicated. "is this stitched?"
"that part, yeah." Peter stared at your fingers resting against the suit. "but it's not just stitching. there's a padding layer underneath."
he stepped a fraction closer, almost without realizing he was closing the remaining distance between you, and brought his hand up to yours. his fingers brushed lightly against yours before gently taking hold, guiding your hand a couple of inches to the side.
"like this," he explained, far too focused on his breakdown to immediately register the proximity. "right here, you can feel the difference."
you allowed him to guide your hand across the fabric.
his fingers lingered over yours for a second longer than strictly necessary.
"feel that?" he asked, his gaze still anchored to where your hands met.
you nodded, though your focus had subtly shifted away from the suit. the touch had been brief and completely harmless, yet you could distinctly feel the warmth of his hand bleeding through the fabric of his glove onto yours.
Peter seemed to register the exact same thing a split second later.
you were looking directly at him.
for a moment, neither of you uttered a word.
then, Peter let go of your hand—far too slowly for it to pass as entirely accidental—and took half a step back.
you knit your brows slightly. "for what?"
"I..." he glanced down at his own hand, as if it had acted on its own accord without his permission. "I don't know."
a faint smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "do you apologize for everything?"
you turned your attention back to the suit, opting not to push him just yet. "what about this section?"
peter looked down to where you were pointing, looking visibly relieved to have something concrete to explain again.
"that's different." he tapped the side of his torso with two fingers. "I need maximum mobility here."
"because of the web-slinging?"
"that, too." he began gesturing as he spoke, finally looking a bit more in his element. "if I can't move my right arm properly, doing basic things gets pretty tricky. and when you're swinging between skyscrapers at an altitude you definitely shouldn't be at..." he paused briefly. "well, you really want to make sure the suit doesn't tear."
you smiled. "you talk about it like it's the most normal thing in the world."
"it's not exactly normal." Peter shrugged. "it just became normal for me."
you kept watching him as he spoke. there was a subtle shift in him whenever the topic turned to something he truly knew inside and out. the nervous edge softened, his hands moved animatedly as he explained things, and he seemed to momentarily forget that he was supposed to be keeping his distance from you.
"you like this," you noted.
Peter cut himself off mid-gesture. "like what?"
he looked down at his suit, then back up at you. "maybe."
"that's because I'm talking about something I actually understand."
"so, should I just ask you about Spider-Man whenever you get nervous?"
Peter offered a soft smile. "maybe."
you reached out to touch the spider emblem on his chest once more, your fingers moving a little slower this time.
his smile gradually faded. "that's... a lot more complicated."
Peter held your gaze for a few quiet seconds before speaking. "because I know a whole lot more about Spider-Man than I do about Peter Parker."
silence settled over you.
he didn't break it either.
the distance between you was still razor-thin, and right now, neither of you seemed particularly interested in stepping back.
you tilted your head slightly. "maybe I could get to know both."
Peter exhaled slowly. "that," he murmured, his gaze dipping away for a brief moment, "is precisely the kind of thing that makes it so hard to be around you."
you smiled softly. "why?"
he looked back up at you.
this time, he didn't look away.
"because you make it sound so easy."
you held his gaze for a few long seconds, feeling the silence between you grow heavier by the moment. Peter was still standing there, close enough that the slightest movement would close the gap completely, yet he seemed determined not to make a move. almost as if he were waiting for you to take the first step.
without saying a word, you took another step closer.
Peter held his breath, his eyes dipping briefly to your lips before snapping back up to meet your gaze, almost as if he were scolding himself for looking.
"you're doing it again," he murmured.
"you're going to need to be a little more specific."
Peter let out a low laugh, unable to hide the underlying nerves in his voice. "leaving me clueless about what to do."
before he could ask what that meant, you brought a hand up to his face and kissed him.
for a brief, suspended moment, it seemed as though his entire body had forgotten how to react. then, as if the realization finally hit him that this was actually happening, he let out a long breath and returned the kiss.
the sheer relief that seeped out of him in a soft sigh made your chest tighten.
his hands hovered around your waist for a few hesitant seconds, as though still trying to gauge whether he was allowed to touch you. when he finally made contact, his fingers closed gently over the fabric of your pajamas, pulling you a few inches closer.
the kiss deepened naturally, unhurried, and you felt Peter unwind against you, inch by inch. the tension that had been locked in his shoulders from the moment he climbed through your window finally began to melt away.
your hand slid up to his hair, your fingers tangling into his soft curls. Peter let out a low groan against your lips when you gently pulled him closer, and his reaction brought a faint smirk to the corner of your mouth.
"don't start," he murmured against your lips.
you kissed him again before he could complain any further.
his hands began to trace slowly up your back, as if he were still adjusting to the reality of being able to touch you. every time you moved closer, he seemed to lose a little more of his ability to pretend this wasn't getting to him.
and as much as he tried not to dwell on it, Peter caught himself wishing there wasn't a layer of fabric between you. the thought hit him so suddenly that he instantly tried to push it aside.
this was already complicated enough.
you were his neighbor. the girl he’d been actively avoiding for weeks precisely because he didn't want to turn a simple living situation into something weird. and now here he was, with your arms wrapped around him and your fingers still threaded through his hair, while he desperately tried to ignore how badly he wanted to throw all those reservations out the window.
he broke the kiss for a few seconds, keeping his forehead rested against yours as he caught his breath.
"this is wrong," he whispered.
your hand stayed tangled in his hair. "is it?"
"probably." Peter closed his eyes for a beat. "we shouldn't be doing this."
"because we're neighbors."
you let out a soft laugh. "is that your excuse?"
"it's a very valid excuse."
"you climbed into my bedroom through the window wearing a Spider-Man costume."
"suit," he corrected automatically.
Peter shook his head, but he couldn't hold back a smile either.
"this is just going to make seeing each other around way weirder," he continued, even though his hands remained firmly anchored on your waist.
"you were already crossing to the other side of the hall whenever you saw me."
"so I don't think it can get much worse."
he let out a laugh, nodding in defeat. "you have a point."
you leaned in close again, lightly brushing your nose against his.
this time, he was the one to close the gap.
the kiss returned with a newfound urgency, yet remained careful, as if you were both trying to figure out where this night was heading. your fingers tightened in his hair again, and peter let out a muffled sigh before wrapping his arms around you completely.
when he finally pulled back, he just stared at you for a few long seconds. there was an almost incredulous look on his face, as though he were still trying to process that this was actually happening.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," he confessed, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
you raised an eyebrow. "to kiss me?"
Peter nodded, a faint smile touching his lips.
"I've wanted to taste you for so long."
this time, you were the one left speechless.
Peter noticed and let out a short laugh, suddenly looking thoroughly flustered by his own honesty.
you grabbed him by the collar of his suit, pulling him down with you as the two of you tumbled onto the bed. Peter caught his weight on his forearms, framing your head on either side, and kissed you again. this time, though, something had shifted. the kiss was far more intense, heavy with all the unexpressed tension you’d both been trying to ignore since he walked through the window.
you wrapped your legs around his waist, erasing whatever space was left between you, as your hands traced the broad expanse of his back through the suit. Peter exhaled a ragged sigh against your lips, squeezing his eyes shut for a second as if trying to hold onto some shred of self-control.
"this is a terrible idea," he murmured between kisses, even as his hands held fast to your waist.
"you can leave," you teased, pulling him right back down.
peter let out a breathy laugh. "I know."
but he didn't move an inch.
instead, he captured your lips once more, and you felt the muscles in his arms flex as he held himself above you. there was something almost contradictory about the way he acted: he still seemed nervous, still hesitated at times, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to pull away.
he paused mid-kiss, keeping his face inches from yours as he waited for you to finish.
your eyes flicked briefly down to his suit.
he understood right away.
Peter went quiet for a few seconds before finally shifting off you. sitting on the edge of the bed, he began peeling off the suit, casting quick, uncertain glances back at you as if to make sure you hadn't changed your mind.
you propped yourself up against the pillows, watching him.
now, without the suit, he looked different. not because he had stopped being Spider-Man, but because for the first time, you could see just Peter. the same guy you passed in the hallways, who got completely tongue-tied whenever your eyes met, and who, until just a few minutes ago, seemed ready to do anything to avoid having a real conversation with you.
you reached out a hand toward him, beckoning him close.
the moment he moved back in, you ran your hands up his arms and over his shoulders, pulling him down to you as you drank in the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. he closed his eyes for a fleeting second and let his breath out slowly, as though that simple touch was enough to send his nerves flying again.
"you're shaking," you noted.
Peter opened his eyes and pulled back slightly, letting out a soft laugh as he scanned your face. "maybe a little," he conceded, giving a slight shrug.
you smiled before pulling him right back down.
he leaned over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, where he began pressing clumsy, wet kisses against your skin, slowly working his way down. with every touch, his breathing grew heavier, and you felt his arms lock again securely around you.
his mouth found a sensitive spot just below your ear, and a soft gasp slipped from your lips when he nipped lightly at the skin, followed by a gentle suck that made your shoulders tense. Peter let out a low whine at your reaction, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on you.
"Peter..." you whimpered, your hands sliding up his back to feel his taut muscles.
he didn't reply with words, only with renewed intensity, continuing his trail of kisses down toward your collarbone. his hands slid down to the hem of your pajama top, clutching the fabric with a hesitation that lasted only a fraction of a second before he pulled it up over your head. you helped him, lifting your arms so he could strip it off completely, leaving your upper body exposed to the soft glow of the lamp.
Peter slowly looked up, freezing in place. he hovered on his knees between your legs, his gaze darkening as he took in the sight before him.
a heavy breath escaped his lips before he leaned down, taking your mouth once more. at the same time, one of his hands slid up your torso until it cupped your breast, squeezing with a delicious firmness that wrung a moan from your throat right into his mouth. the sensation only intensified as his skilled fingers began to play with your nipple, pinching and teasing until you involuntarily arched your hips up against his.
“you’re so beautiful…” he whispered between kisses, his voice raspy and breathless, while his other hand slid down slowly, tracing your waist in light, fleeting caresses.
your usual self-confidence flickered for a second, replaced by a warm flush creeping up your cheeks. you waited in silence, hoping the darkness of the room would hide the effect his words were having on your body.
giving yourself no time to overthink, you locked your thighs around his hips, eliminating any remaining space between you. the pressure of his bulge frictioning against your cunt wrung a heavy sigh from Peter. driven by an almost primal reflex, he shed his hesitant demeanor and began grinding against you, locked into a slow, agonizingly provocative rhythm for both of you.
it was impossible to ignore the way he throbbed against your skin through the fabric of his boxers—a stark contrast to the slick heat already pooling in your panties.
guided by sheer impatience, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down to his mid-thighs, freeing his rigid cock and balls from their restraint. your hand wrapped around the hot, thick base, initiating a slow, rhythmic stroke that slid up and down his entire length.
when you looked up to catch his eye, you found Peter completely undone. eyes closed and brow slightly furrowed, his lips parted as low groans and sighs escaped him with every stroke of your hand. the strain in his biceps betrayed just how hard he was fighting for self-control, desperately resisting the urge to thrust into your palm just to prolong every single second of the sensation.
“fuck, I can’t hold back anymore,” he gasped against your neck. “I need to be inside you.”
his hand slid down with firm intent to the hem of your pajama shorts, hooking the fabric along with your panties and pulling them to the side in one fluid motion. without hesitation, he slid two fingers deep inside you, discovering just how ready and impossibly wet you already were. he began to fuck you right then and there, maintaining a slow, deliberate pace designed to drive you straight to the edge.
your entire body shuddered as his fingers curved against that exact spot, making your head spin. but before you could lose control completely, he withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them up to his mouth to suck away the wetness coating them.
reclaiming your lips with a hungry, possessive kiss, he made you taste yourself before positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance. Peter slid inside slowly, feeling every single inch adjust to him until his hips flushed flat against yours. you whimpered his name, arching your back off the sheets to accommodate his size, until he began to move with careful precision, watching your face intently to test your limits.
Peter's precision was borderline torturous. he refused to rush, making his cock hit unbelievable depths you didn't even know existed. his hand, warm and steady, slid slowly up the back of your thigh, adjusting the angle to sink even deeper.
the stark contrast between his usual shyness and the sheer authority of his movements left you entirely disarmed. your cunt throbbed, clamping around him so tightly with every stroke that Peter let out a heavy moan, shutting his eyes for a split second and clenching his jaw to resist the urge to pick up the speed. he wanted you to feel every single millimeter.
you threw your head back, digging your nails into his broad shoulders as the pleasure coiled unsustainably low in your stomach.
“you feel so fucking good, Peter,” you whimpered in pleasure, your voice breaking with every slow, deep thrust. “right there... oh, God, yes.”
Peter tilted his head down, locking a hypnotized gaze onto the exact point where your bodies joined, watching his cock slide in and out of your cunt. the sight of the continuous friction seemed to flip a switch in him, sending his enhanced senses into overdrive. everything was amplified: the slick sound of wet skin against skin with every thrust, the subtle creak of crumpled sheets, your ragged breathing, the frantic thumping of your heart. that sudden hyper-awareness only stoked his hunger, stripping away his caution as he picked up the pace.
the rapid rhythm made the bed frame creak against the wall, but Peter didn't slow down. sliding his fingers up to the top of your entrance where you met, he rested his thumb right over your clit, applying a calculated, steady pressure that made your vision blur and your hips lift to meet his involuntarily.
“God... you’re taking me so well,” he gasped against your ear, his shaking voice revealing that he was right on the precipice himself. “just like that...”
the relentless stimulation on your clit paired with the accelerating thrusts created an unbearable pressure in your lower belly. the sensation finally overflowed all at once, blurring your sight as a electric shock shot straight down your spine.
you let out a muffled cry against his shoulder, your entire body going taut as your cunt hit violent spasms, contracting and squeezing his cock with overwhelming force. the sheer tightness of your orgasm shattered whatever thread of self-control Peter was clinging to. he let out a low, guttural growl, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he buried himself to the hilt two more times—blind, desperate thursts—before coming deep inside you.
the full weight of his body collapsed over yours for a few long moments. Peter seemed utterly incapable of moving a single muscle, simply absorbing the lingering tremors rippling through both your bodies as the peak slowly ebbed away.
with extreme care, he pulled out of you and rolled onto his side, letting out a heavy, shuddering sigh as his shoulders sank into the mattress. the quiet of the late hour reclaimed the room, broken only by the synchronized sound of your heavy breathing trying to catch a normal rhythm.
beneath the half-open window, the red and blue suit lay crumpled on the hardwood floor—looking like a strange, forgotten relic against the raw intimacy that had just taken over the room. the chilly Manhattan wind drifted back inside, swaying the curtains and cooling down your feverish skin.
noticing your faint shiver, Peter reached out and pulled the heavy comforter up, tucking it around both of your shoulders. he turned to face you, sliding a hand under the nape of your neck to pull you flush against his chest. you nuzzled into the curve of his body, feeling the steady, grounding thud of his heart against your cheek. his fingers began tracing calm, lazy circles over your bare back—a comforting, effortless touch.
"I think that was officially the worst first impression in neighbor history," he murmured, his voice delightfully raspy with exhaustion, lips brushing against your hairline.
"you broke into my room, scared the hell out of me, admitted you’ve been actively dodging me, and then used me in my own bed," you countered, your voice muffled against his chest, though an inevitable smile gave away your tone. "yeah, the rap sheet is pretty long."
Peter let out a low laugh that vibrated pleasantly against your cheek. he tilted his head back slightly, staring down at you with his eyes soft in the dim yellow glow of the nightstand lamp. there was a sweet vulnerability in his expression—not a single trace left of the skittish boy who used to dodge your eyes in the elevator.
"I promise I'm never going to run away from you again," he declared, his tone turning genuinely earnest. his fingers traced up your face, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "no lame excuses, no pretending I didn't see you in the lobby, and no taking the fire stairs just to avoid a conversation."
you looked up, meeting his eyes.
"does that mean you're going to learn how to say a proper 'good morning'?"
"it means I'm going to have to invent excuses to linger in the hallway just to wait for you to walk out," he corrected with a faint smirk, sealing his promise with a slow, lingering kiss on your lips. "after all, I've got a lot of lost time to make up for."
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