moon girl

You’re relationship with Harry Potter was strange. 

Years of rivalry with your brother had strained any relationship you could’ve had, only small moments of sympathy here and there for one and other. But lately it was different, things were changing, both of you feeling estranged from your usual unfamiliarity, finding comfort in each other, small moments. 

It had started in his fourth year, your fifth, when you had walked in on him taking a bath in the prefects bathroom, scolding him for being there when he shouldn't, then advising him with the egg, ending it in becoming completely flustered when you realized Harry Potter was taking a bath and you had walked in on him. Slowly these moments grew, as well your fondness for the other. 

Lingering stares, understanding nods, fond teasing, gravitating towards the other without saying a word, gentle blushes, and soft stutters leading the way for something neither of you really knew where it lead.

“Harry?” You whispered as you watched him come out of seemingly nowhere.

“Oh…y/n… hi,” He smiled at you a bit awkwardly. 

“Did you just come out of a wall?” You walked closer to him. 

“I-I, uh… I…yes,” 

“What are you up to now?” You leaned against the wall. 

“I…” He huffed gently looking around, he grabbed your arm and nudged to stand in front of the wall, you straighten up and walked over to where he stood. Suddenly a door appeared. You looked over to Harry as he put a hand on your back gently guiding you into what appeared to be an empty room, it looked somewhat like the rest of the castle, columns keeping it up, the floor was strange, stone and drains, there was mirrors on the wall, training dummies, and a board with notes and pictures stuck to it. You could read, Dumbledore's Army, and a list of familiar names. 

“What is this place,” You wished Harry's hand had stayed on the small of your back. 

“I’m sort of… teaching the other students… how to defend ourselves… given everything going on,” He said, not quite believing himself. 

“You’re sneaky, Potter, I knew you were up to something… but when are you not,” You remark, looking around the place.

“Could say the same about you, Malfoy,” He smirked, and you stared, almost biting your lip. 

“Speaking off… would you ever…say… lend me your precious cloak?” Harry looked a bit stunned. 

“Don’t play coy with me now, I know you have an invisibility cloak… it's good to be generous, Harry,” You got closer to him, plucking a loose string from his sweater. 

“What do you want it for?” He asked, his hand itching to reach for any piece of you. 

“I’d tell you it's not your business… but it is your cloak… so lets do this… meet me at the bell tower right after dinner, and I’ll show you what I want to do,”

You didn’t wait to get a response, making your way out of what you assumed was the Room of Requirements, dashing off to your lessons. 

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You knew Harry usually had early dinners, by a quarter before eight you were blending in with the stone of the exit of the bell tower, waiting for Harry. 

“Over here,” You whispered. Harry snapped his head towards the sound and made his way over to you. 

“Hey,” He raised his hand, holding the cloak. 

“Get it on, we can’t be seen,” Harry obliged, awkwardly wrapping it around you and himself, you turned around, facing towards the door, backing into Harry.

“Grab my waist, Harry, we’re gonna do a little dancing… gotta coordinate our steps so we don’t fall on our asses and blow this, alright?...Feel my movement, feel my step and follow it… quiet until we make it to the other side of the gate,” Harry grabbed your waist while you held the cloak together, letting himself be guided by you, looking at your feet and going at your slow pace, he barely had anytime to flush at the fact that you were so close to him. 

You walked in silence, eyes wide, looking around, making sure you truly weren’t noticed. 

You finally made it over the gate, it’d be quiet difficult to be seen by this distance by anyone in the castle. 

“Alright, you can put the cloak away, we’ll still have to be sneaky, but we’re gonna need the mobility if we’re going to lurk around the forbidden forest,” You said, regrettably tearing yourself away from Harry, immediately missing the warmth of his hands on your waist. 

“Forbidden forest… at night? What exactly are you planning on, y/n?” He obeyed anyway, putting the cloak away. 

“Don’t tell me the Harry Potter is scared,” You were already walking slowly through the dirt way. 

“Curious,” He corrected, “And I could go, with my cloak… good luck sneaking around without it,” He threatened. 

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist… I’ll tell you, alright… I was in the owlery the other day, and came across a ghost… Jackwad… jackdaw? Jackdaw… yes… Richard Jackdaw… and he gave me this map… that has this sort of treasure hunt… said he stole it from Peeves,” 

“You’re always doing the weirdest things, y/n,” Harry shook his head gently. 

“Anyway… we have to go to the entrance of the forbidden forest… near there we must find a stone bridge… which I think I already know… then the map shows a wand that’s sort of glowing… then there's a forest…I gathered that we must cast Lumos in the bridge and something will happen,” Harry nodded. 

“How do you know this ghost isn’t trying to play with you?” He questioned, suddenly feeling a bit protective over you. 

“Brought you with me… I was a bit skeptical… the forbidden forest at night… but you’ve done this in your sleep, haven’t you, Potter? Or did I dream that” 

“Dream of me often, Malfoy?”

“Yes, I have this recurring dream where a bludger kicks you off your broom… best way to start my day,” You said in the most serious tone you could find. 

“Ha…ha,” 

“You asked,” You shrugged, “If you are worried about the forest… don’t be… it’s not that bad… there's mostly dubogs… and dark mongrels… which are quite easy to kill… spiders are always in no more than pairs… and worst thing you could find are poachers… looking for magical creatures… but most of them are a bit daft,” Harry nodded along, impressed by you, as always.

“Oh, right there… that’s a stone bridge,” You pointed and made your way, making sure Harry kept close. 

You stood in the middle of the bridge remembering the map, you pulled your wand out. 

“Lumos,” You said, firmly, and the tip of your wand glowed, a few seconds later you gasped softly as a pair of candles appeared out of nowhere, you lowered your wand and watched the warm light radiating of the two floating waxy wicks, you took careful steps toward them trying to grab one.

“Careful, y/n,” Your hand almost wrapped around the candle, and Harry’s hand almost wrapped around your other wrist, but the pair swished out of your reach, in one second. 

“I think we have to follow them, Harry, into the forest… like the map showed,” you turned to look at him and realized how close you were, he was hesitant. Merlin knows how many times he’s been in this forest, how many far more dangerous things he’d done, but not with you, never with you at any risk and it scared him, how his heart was beating faster just thinking of you getting hurt. 

“Come on… we’re already here, Harry… it’ll be alright… we’ll stay close,” You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers together, now his heart was beating faster for different reasons. 

“Alright,” you smiled at him and started walking towards the candles as they made a path for you, your hand still in Harry’s.

Leaves and sticks crunched under your feet, bellow them a soggy floor, it was freezing, one more layer wouldn’t hurt you right now, you couldn’t see much in front of you, or behind, or to the sides, thick fog surrounding you, making you thankful for the warm body beside you, keeping you company in this little thrill. 

“I swear… y/n, always doing the strangest things… you’re the only person I know that would blindly follow a doodle that some ghost called a map that he claimed he stole from peeves… you’re something else,” Harry scolded you.

“And you still came along,” You reminded him.

“Yes, to make sure you don’t get turned into a werewolf… or spider food,” He argued.

You were so caught up in your little banter you didn’t realize you had made it to your destination, until the candles flickered brighter for a second, and made a chirp-like noise making you both turn to the scene in front of you. 

A small white table with a stone like bouquet of flowers, the candles floating above it, two matching chairs facing each other, the table between them, all sitting in a raised slab of stone, a pretty lake adorning the scene. 

“Is this it?” You muttered, you stepped closer and a small chest appeared on the table. 

You raised your wand and chanted Revelio, waiting to see if it hid anything else. Slowly the chest opened and Harry and you peeked into it, inside it there was plenty of gold, a golden bracelet, and a rolled up piece of parchment.

“Finite,” You wanted to make sure it really wasn’t a trap of some kind, “well… if it’s cursed I can’t detect it… I think I’ll take the risk,” You reached for the note, unraveling it gently.

To whomever finds the bracelet of my beloved, wear it with esteem and it shan’t be dishonest

You must earn it to find it, if you followed the trace of my love then you’ll have it

Call it a charm to find your missing half, I braided the affection I had for mine into the gold of it

Or very well, call it a curse, for you see, she left me to hang by a rope 

Call it what you want then, have it as you please, it’s not my business anymore

All that I have now that I’ve left this bracelet behind is the ghost of our love

You read off the old dry paper. 

“That’s…” Harry started.

“Beautiful,” You finished, “Do you think I’ve earned it? Think it’ll curse me?” you reached to pick it up gently expecting to feel some intense energy from it, but you didn’t, it felt like a normal bracelet. It looked quite rough, like a piece of gold someone beat into the shape it had, a stone was in the middle of it, it was the clasp, you gently opened it.

“Help me get it on?” You whispered to Harry, turning around your faces inches away. He nodded, taking the piece of jewelry from you, putting it on you, as it clicked the colorless stone turned a shade of green, a very familiar shade of green making you gasp softly.

“It’s green,” Harry stated.

You brought your hand up to his face, comparing the shade.

“Like your eyes,” your words made Harry flush, his cheeks red, making the green of his eyes brighter and the stone lit up to match, and right there it was clear to you.

“Charm to find your missing half,” You whispered and  your hand cupped his face, inching closer, Harry felt as if his heart would explode, his hand snaking around your waist. 

“Do you think it’s true? The poem… think the bracelet really does…do all that?” Harry’s lips were slightly parted, his eyes blown, only a ring of green around the black. 

“It might,” He leaned in closer, tilting his head.

Finally the distance was closed, lips brushing together, molding into the other, tasting, savoring, the candles burned brighter, so much they consumed themselves in a second, leaving you in the dark kissing one another, Harry grasping at your waist and hips, you at his hair. 

You were lost on each other, lips and tongues bonding, you could taste treacle tart and he could taste cinnamon, Harry kissed like he was chasing something, bringing you closer, teeth grazing against your bottom lip every time you were pulling away, you couldn’t catch your breath, his tongue making your insides warm, the edge of the table digging against your ass as he pushed you against it, hands going down to your thighs, he cursed and thanked you were wearing pants, wishing he could feel your bare skin under your skirt but knowing that it would’ve not so great to have his hands between your thighs in the middle of the forbidden forest. 

“We… should… get back,” you said in between kisses. 

“Charms?! I’m home babe,” You kicked off your heels and put your keys on the pretty bowl you had made at a pottery class that had both your and Carm's initials, in a X+X manner, a bit childish but every time you came home you were reminded who you shared it with, the first thing you noticed where the many smells surrounding you, so many you couldn’t point out what he was cooking at all. 

“Kitchen!” Of course he was, these past few weeks had been insane for Carmy, from finding three hundred thousand dollars hidden in tomato cans, to closing The Beef, to now putting everything he had into opening The Bear. 

You wrapped arms around Carmy’s torso, your front pressed to his back, nuzzling into his neck, placing soft kisses there. 

“How was your day, doll?” He asked, pouring stock into a pot. 

“It was alright, little boring… just sitting out on meetings and stuff, theres this new project on the works… a big big lot on the suburbs… and this building thats on sale…but it’s all talk right now… I went to dinner at this place by the river… it was kinda bad… you’ve ruined Italian food for me…I only like yours now…oh! I found some really nice tables and chairs for you… this Japanese dude in LA… does this old fashion woodwork… I emailed it to you… but you don’t even own a laptop I think… so… I’ll just show them to you later, in…bed or…some…thing” Carmy almost felt like pouting when your yawn interrupted your little rant of your day, the ones he looked forward from early in the morning when he rode the train to work, wondering what you'll be up to that day. Now you settled on his shoulder blade, comfortable silence surrounding you, as Carmy stirred the pot. 

You felt the thought creep into Carmy’s head, the stifling then rippling of muscles as he gently pushed you back and reached for the fridge door, eyes scanning as you leaned back into the counter. He then turned to look at you. You smiled at him softly. 

“Hey,” He smiled even bigger, the dimples in his cheeks showing, as he repeated a little hey back to you, closing the fridge door. You took a couple steps forward and cupped his face, kissing him soft and slow, your thumb gently pulling on his bottom lip, your tongue slipping past his lips, caressing his, he gripped your waist tight, you pulled away just to make him chase you, letting out a breathy chuckle. 

“I need something from the store,” He buried his blushing face on your neck, arms squeezing your waist “sorry… I probably won’t be in bed till later… just gotta get this menu down… don’t wanna stress out Syd more… and with her dad like getting worried and shit” 

“I’ll drive you,” Now it was your turn to interrupt his little rant.

“No, no you've been out all day,”

“So have you,”

“You like going to bed early and it’s already 9,” 

“I like being with you more,” 

And that was enough for the shyest of smiles and the pinkest of blushes to creep into his handsome face, hanging his head in defeat, and letting you walk him out to your car after running up to steal one of his birkenstock pairs for your sore feet, the designated stolen pair that had morphed into a weird middle ground between both your soles, making them mildly less comfortable to wear. Carmy gently shoved you towards the passenger seat ‘cuz he refuses to let you drive even if it’s your own car. 

“We’re going to Potash?! No! They only have nasty ice cream there… fuck Carmy,” 

Carmy chuckled at your petulant whines, expertly backing into a spot near the main entrance of the store.

“Sorry, baby… Whole Foods doesn’t have the demi I like,” 

And with a pout and your hand holding onto Carm’s, you walked in the store, straight to the fridge aisles. 

“You look for your…baby cow…remains, just remembered I’m out of tampons,” As you de-intertwined your arm from Carmy’s he pulled you back in, walking through the big fridges, searching.

“Already got em for you,” Oh. Oh.

“Did you get me the little pads I like too?” You whispered to him with a sparkle in your eyes. 

“Yeah, babe,” He kept looking around, now walking to the next aisle, they fucking moved it…it used to be here,”

“Okay then… I want… brownie mix… to make… brownies,” He looked over to you, narrowing his eyes with a soft smile. 

“Alright… go nuts then,” He let go of your arm, hands up in defeat.

“Oh, you want the kind with the nuts? Yeah, yeah. Okay. I’ll look for it,” You said already walking backwards away from him. He just chuckled, shaking his head, still looking for the veal thing he came in for. 

One more aisle and finally he found it, Demi Glace de Veau, picking the blue little thing up, reading through the ingredients, soft pinch on his brow. 

“Carm?” He almost thought it was you, the unfamiliar voice going over his head due to the assumption that he came here with you and who else would be calling his name, and probably also that these days he barely slept, it took him a double look and taking a step back from what he was doing, narrowing his eyes and really search through his brain to finally realise it was that girl from high school, he might of used to…hmm… errrr… ummm… uuuh…oh! Oh. 

“Claire, hey,” He said, pointing at her.

“You-You got there,” She said pointing back at him.

“Yeah, took me a sec,” Looking back over his shoulder, thinking where the fuck is my girlfriend. 

“Yeah, took you a second, yeah” Really where is she.

Hmm…

You looked over at the cake mix aisle, did you want Betty Crocker… Pillsbury… Duncan Hines… nonono…Ghirardelli… the good stuff… for my good stuff… you almost made yourself laugh in the middle of the empty hall. 

“It’s been, uh…”

“Forever,”

“Forever, definitely,”

“Yeah, you, uh…making a sundae?” 

No. The fuck. “Sundae? Oh, yeah… a nice… veal stock sundae,” 

Fuck me where is she. “With vanilla ice cream?” 

“That actually sounds delicious, yeah” 

Okay, Ghirardelli… but… supreme chocolate… dark chocolate… double chocolate… ultimate chocolate… caramel walnut? Ooh fancy pants.

You got closer, reading off the box. 

“So how’s your life been Berzatto?” 

“I have no idea,” ...Where my girlfriend is, fuck. Brownies aren’t worth this. Fuck right, supposed to ask her back, “How about you?”

“I have no idea,” ...o-kay…that’s it… the brownies must have ate my girlfriend… swallowed her whole.

Finally you decided that five boxes of brownies where a little much, so one fancy caramel walnut, and one double chocolate with three kinds of chocolate chips should be enough, you imagine Carmy, already done with his shopping standing in the middle of the fridges, like a sim waiting to be given a thought. So you hurried back towards where you had left him all alone to fend for himself in the scary world of supermarkets, god forbid an employee asks him if he’s finding everything alright… or worse, someone attempts small talk, you were on a steady step until you remember. Mocha! Your princess of a cat, that needs to be fed her wet organic food, that was so nicely piled on the fridge at the start of the aisle. 

Tuna… tuna… tuna…

“I hear you’re a doctor now,”

“I… almost a doctor, I have six months left of my residency,” Just nod, she has to come back eventually…she didn’t leave you here. 

“What kind of doctor?”

“Uh… Emergency medicine,”

“Wow… thats sounds, um…” Interesting? No… Difficult? No… “intense”

“It isn’t chill,” 

“Right,” 

“So how did you, um…is that something like you get to pick that?” What the fuck do you think Carmen?

“You do,” Idiot.

“You, uh… do you, uh… remember Katie from Roosevelt?" 

Do I remember a fucking girl from when I was six? Uh, no.

“Uh, maybe,”

Tuna…chicken… chicken… steak? She’ll throw that in my face… tuna… tuna… SALMON! 

After grabbing all the cans you could fit into your hand that were already carrying two brownie mix boxes, you finally made your way back to your probably desperate to go boyfriend, you wondered why he hadn’t already called out your name from another aisle so he could find you, maybe he got entertained with japanese orange wine with shark river juice from the mountain, or maybe something else cached his eye, or maybe someone. 

“Can you Venmo a million dollars?” How the fuck did she know… how did she know…

“I feel like that would be really shady,” 

“Yeah, somebody somewhere would be like, that’s-that’s fucked up, right?”  

“Somebody, somewhere would be like, really watching your ass,” 

“Sure,” 

“Which it’s your choice if you want that, you know…um… why don’t you just wire it to be safe,” 

“Deal. Yeah, no, that’s clean,”

“Hey, found the brownies… and Mocha needs her food… and I looked stupid carrying it all so I got a cart”  You awkwardly stepped in the conversation, with a really big cart that you didn’t really need. 

You looked over at the girl standing in front of Carmy, leaving the cart as a wall between them you stepped next to Carmy wrapping your hand around his bicep, squeezing softly, you almost leaned into give him a kiss, but you decided it wasn’t his fault you were feeling possessive at the realization that all this time he’s been talking to this girl. 

“Hi, I’m Claire… I was really close with Carmy growing up,” She gave you a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, they had this shade of blue that almost looked like a sing at night that was supposed to light up but for whatever reason no one bothered to turn on, maybe it couldn’t anymore. 

“Really? Never heard of you before,” You said almost under your breath, earning you a soft squeeze on your hip. 

You introduced yourself, saying your name trying to muster up a more real smile than hers. 

“I’m Carmy’s girlfriend…we’ve been together… three? Fuck…no… uh, five years… yeah… COVID time,” You shrugged. 

“Awww… that’s so… sweet… you know… a birdy told me… that Carmy…used to have a little crush on me… glad he finally found someone” Her lips curled up, her cheeks bunching, her eyes squinting, her face going though all the motions but, something was almost off putting. Your eyes widened letting out a huff, a dry and single chuckle, out of amusement and disbelief. 

“We should get going Charms, got an early day tomorrow,” You turned to him, he stood pale and blushing, hoping you wouldn’t bite this girls head of, or his. 

“U-uh…y-yeah… y-eah,” He gave a tight lip smile to the girl, already reaching for the cart, “Uh… good… to see you… Claire,”

“I still don’t have your contact information… you know… for my money,” She chuckled. You looked over at Carmy, not warning, not angry, not threatening, just waiting. 

“Uh yeah… it’s uh…773…555…09…” you pursed your lips softly as he made a big pause looking over at you, Claire waiting for the last digits, you didn’t know exactly how you felt with him giving her his number, but you weren’t gonna give him shit in the middle of a Potash and definitely not in front of this girl. 

“Uh…0…2,” You frowned then softened your face, 02, huh.

“02,”

“Yep,”

“Kay,”

“Okay,” 

You threw a couple pints of veal stuff into the cart and Carmy rushed to the self check out, dead silent, eyes wide, neck and face flushed, knuckles white from holding on to the cart to tight, you decided to let him breath it out for a little. 

“You okay, lucky charms?” You knew his hands had to hurt from the way he was gripping the wheel.

“Yeah…yeah,” You gently rubbed his shoulder. 

“Why did you give her a wrong number?” You asked, genuinely curious. 

“Didn’t want to give her my number… and I… didn’t know how to say it,” He admitted after a long pause.

“Why didn’t you want her to have your number?” He swallowed hard. 

“I… I’m with you… and… she… she gave me a like… she was like… flirting?” Sometimes you forgot that apart from you Carmy hadn’t really been with anyone like this.

“Oh…okay…valid… yeah… I would've probably done the same,” You tried reassuring him, but you still wanted to dig a little bit more. 

“I mean… I-I’m not crazy right? She-she… was…like-”

“No, yeah, she was totally flirting… hardcore… like she wants you, dude,” His upper body stiffened, and he grimaced softly. 

“So… highschool crush?... she’s cute… very girl next door,”

“Don’t… please… stop… I don’t… I don’t…fuck” He looked half horrified half mortified. 

“I’m just messing with you,” But the way he was reacting to her did make your chest a little warm, not in a great way. 

He parked in your garage, not ready to move, turning off the car, but staying seated. 

“A-are… are we okay?” He turned to you, “Like, are you…mad?”

“No…no I’m not mad, baby,” You shook your head softly, “She was weird… but I feel like… you’re a little too upset,” 

“I-I just don’t want you to be mad at me,”

“And I’m not… I’m not,” He nodded.

“Is it true?” You asked gently, your fingers tangling at the back of his head, “Did you have a crush on her?”

“I… I was in highschool… and she was… like… a popular girl… everybody had a crush on her,” You nodded softly.

“So you did,”

“Y-yeah… I did… but I don’t… I’m with you… I’m with you,” He said like he was trying to reason with you, like you had to be reasoned with cuz you were the one being unreasonable.

“I know you are Carmy… I already told you I’m not mad,”

“Yeah but you keep asking,” 

“Cuz I wanna know…I’m not like… I’m not trying to find something to be mad about,”

The conversation was left there, you kissed goodnight, you went to bed and Carmy stayed up cooking past midnight, barely feeling him slip in late and slip out way too early, then it was bed time again that day. 

You laid sideways, hugging your pillow, already asleep, Carmy got in bed, and pulled you into him, his front pressing to your back. 

“Shh, shh…jus’me, doll… go back to sleep,” You still stirred and turned around to nuzzle into Carmen, burying your face in his neck. 

“How’s your day?” You said drowsy, Carmy felt weirdly tense.

“I need to tell you something,” That pulled you from any sleep weighting over you. 

“Okay,”

“Um… Claire called me,” 

“Claire? Who’s-... oh… Claire… wait… how the fuck did she get your number?” 

“She asked Fak,” You grimaced.

“Fak?”

“She figured out the number was fake and then called Fak to get my real number,” 

“Think she’d get the hint… what did she want?” 

“Just like… my van,” He skipped the part where she insisted on being hurt and for him to apologize, and the part where she said she’d get fak to punch him in the face, still not knowing exactly how to feel about it, or her, finding it all to overwhelming to think about, and feeling like an asshole for thinking badly of her, cuz everyone knows she’s so nice. 

“Your… your van? So after like… almost… you were out of highschool in… 2016? So… 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22…23… so you haven’t spoken to her in seven years… and she hunt your fucking number down just for your van… yeah…makes sense… yeah totally… she just wants your van…and for you to fuck her in it… totally,” 

He snorted then felt bad when you didn’t even giggle, silence fell over the two of you. 

“And what did you say?” 

“That… uh…I-I didn’t know cuz we we’re, uh…using it a lot to move materials and stuff… for the restaurant… didn’t know if I could lend it like that right now,” You nodded, relaxing back into him, and he let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding when you didn’t blow up at him. 

“I’m not mad Carm… I trust you, so much… but she’s a little, like...really out of line here… I think you’ve handled it pretty good… just… I don’t like her,” 

“She is acting weird right? Like…I’m not crazy,”

“No. not at all… she is… like that’s weird…. It’s not your fault… but I’m glad you’re telling me… that’s good Carm,” 

“I just don’t wanna let her… like…mess with us,” 

“She won’t if we don’t let her…it’s our relationship… she’s outside… whatever she does… however weird she is… if we don’t let it, it won’t affect us… it’s two to one Charms…we’re a team,” 

“Okay… yeah… yeah… we are… you’re my only one, always… I don’t… I’d never think of… I-I,” You know you could press your lips to his and let him have it easy, tell him you know and you understand, theres no need to say it, but this is something that you actually wanted to hear, so you nodded your head expectantly, telling him you wanted to hear it. 

“I only want you… always… I don’t want her… n-not, not even as a joke… I only want you,” Now you could allow yourself to say it. 

“I know…I only want you too, just get her out your head… I’m not mad at you… you’re not in trouble… I’m not holding it against you… she’s the one being weird… don’t let it affect you, you’re okay… we’re okay, yeah?

“I love you, and our relationship’s fucking great… and you need to sleep, don’t let this stress you… you got enough on your plate right now, okay?” 

_ _ _

Happy, opened the door for you to get in the sleek, black car, after twenty something minutes of driving, Happy stopped the car and got out to help May in the passenger’s seat, while Peter got in the back with you. 

Your scent hit him first, as he opened the door the smell of your perfume intoxicated him, as he crouched to get in the car, already in a haze from how good you smelled he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. 

“You look… gorgeous,” He sat down and closed the car door, he couldn’t stop his eyes from wondering.

“You look very handsome too, Peter,” You gave him a little smile, “ready?”

“Y-yeah,” he blushed lightly at your compliment.

You drove back to Manhattan, specifically to the annual auction at the Gagosian Gallery, in Chelsea, you were attending on behalf of Stark Industries and your father, as always Happy tagged along, in active bodyguard duty of course, this time you decided to have Peter be your plus one, and somehow convinced May to be Happy’s. 

At the arrival, you were helped outside, headed inside the gallery, a glass of champagne in one hand, the other wrapped around Peter’s arm, by the time you were being shown to your seats. 

“You really do look, so, so perfect, baby,” Peter was sat right next to you, Happy and May in their own little bubble, he leaned closer so only you could hear, he placed a hand on your thigh, while you looked at the itinerary of the night.

“And you look very, very good too,” You turned your head to him, your lips a breath away, you closed your eyes and leaned in to press an innocent kiss, as you pulled away, he didn’t let his hand leave your thigh.

“So, according to this little thing,” you waved around the printed out itinerary slash menu you held, “first there’s gonna be a little speech from the owner of the gallery, to open the event, then there will be open bar and refreshments, before starting with the five room auction, after that, it’s dinner, which will be a lovely…oh…it’s kind of a pick one from each menu… oh…I think I’m gonna get theeee…okay, the smoked salmon and cream cheese bites…the…galloway fillet…and the lemon tart…yesss…what about you?” You turned to look at him, leaning slightly towards him.

“I trust your taste, same thing” He did trust you, but it seemed harder to figure out what burrata or sea bass with swiss chard meant, or if he’d even like it. 

“Okay, I’m gonna let you copy me, but you have to order the raspberry tart for dessert instead, cuz I wanna try both…” He could only think of one thing he wanted to taste right now, and so very slowly trailed his hand further up underneath the table, pressing it into your upper thigh.

“Of course,” He said, as your breath hitched slightly.

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“It’s so good baby… try it…” You grabbed a little spoonful and offered it to Peter, now your hand on his thigh, which he gladly took. 

“Mhm… want to try mine?” He said, also grabbing a small spoonful trying to get some of the piece of the tart to offer it to you, you took the bite, and relished on the difference. You shared your desserts, and as they came to an end you felt the fullness, drunkenness, and tiredness take over you, as you savored the last bite of your tart, you dropped the spoon on the table and leaned on Peter, hand squeezing softly and trailing up.

“Happy!...I wanna go home!” You said, and closed your eyes as he gave you a nod and stood up, presumably to get the car, leaving May to look at the very interesting table cloth as you nuzzled into Peter’s shoulder, and he snickered at you. 

“Princess’ tired?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“And drunk,” You said, leaning into his touch, “wanna get out of here, so bad,” you lifted your head and further closed the space between you, your lips connecting to the tender skin on Peter’s neck, half of your hand covering his crotch. 

“Got the car, boss!” Peter jumped at the voice, and scrambled to stand up and guide you out, after graving your coat, bag in hand, he walked you to the car, and made sure you were sitting, seatbelt and all, before walking to the other side to get settled in himself. 

Peter sat down and took a moment to admire you, the light reflecting on the sparkly cloth wrapped around your body, the flush on your face and the gloss on your eyes from the alcohol in your system, the soft curl in your hair, and the silky look of your lips. 

Seeing you in the dress, in this state, was torture, as was the whole ride back.  

The pair in the front seats making conversation about the pieces, May always being able to appreciate art, Happy trying chip in to his best understanding, very light, very casual, contrast to the thick and stiff air in the back. 

Peter’s feet firmly pressed down on the floor, resting his back on the leather seat, hands intertwined covering his crotch, head leaning slightly back and to the side, his eyes pleading for you to finally get home or for you to at least stop the wondering hand on his thigh, resting there lightly, something would pull in his lower tummy every time it would drag back up a little to close to his concealed growing bulge, you looked out the window, admiring the rarely empty streets of the city, how everything lit up, making a scene to watch, carelessly continuing the movements of your hand, squeezing his thigh every now and then.

All he could do was just thank that they had finally arrived at the apartment building May and he lived in, although this night was gonna be spent somewhere else

“Aren’t you gonna help May up?” I turned with a small smirk to Peter, he matched his look to that of a deer in headlights. 

“It’s alright sweetie, Peter gets so distracted around you,” she replied before he could open his mouth to answer, and opened her car door, Peter let out a shaky goodnight and love you, before she walked out. 

“I’ll  walk you up!” Happy said, hurriedly stepping out of the car, you could see the soft smile on Mays lips, lightly shaking her head.

As they disappeared into the building, Peter let out a breath, relaxing a little bit into this situation he found himself in, that you put him in, wearing that dress, smelling like that, how he got a whiff of the expensive perfume mixed with you every time you tossed your pretty shiny hair, all dolled up, he wanted to believe that all for him, your soft caresses, how he felt like you were provoking and ignoring him all night long looking like you did, poor Peter couldn’t catch a breath, truth is he stood no chance against the little games you loved to play, and specially not when as soon as you had no sight of the older’s attempt at romance you made your hand travel further than it had all ride long to rest on Peters semi hard, massaging it into a full one, still just looking out the window. 

“Baby,” Peter rested one of his own hands on top of yours and the other gripped his own thigh, you felt as his cock fully hardened, making his pants impossibly tight, the moment was short but bitter, considering how hard it was to swallow down, as Happy walked out of the building, and you let your hand drag away and back to his thigh, now firmly resting there, you could almost see the small pleasure turned torment on his face, instead you kept looking at the window as you headed back to Manhattan, towards Park Avenue, Peter trying to breath and not lose it with every bump on the road, where his own hands rubbed against him, thanking that Happy was not a chatty person by nature. 

“This is your stop, kid” Happy said looking at you through the rear view mirror.

“Thanks Hap,” You said, unbuckling your seat, Peter said a quick thank you and bolted out of the car, walking to the other side to open your door, hand half-heartedly covering his outline, “drive safe home, bye,” you said, and grabbed Peters held out hand to pull yourself out, steadying yourself and walking to the towers entrance, Peters free hand finding your waist, gripping tight, you holding on to his arm in return.

You muttered a good night to the door man as you walked through the door he opened for you, and to the security guards, one on the front desk and the other clicking the button of the elevator up, the empty elevator opened it’s doors immediately, you and Peter walked in, he counted the seconds as the elevator doors closed so he could finally slam you against it, you were bracing yourself for impact.

“Hey, wait for me!” Happy, the guard clicked the elevator open and Happy got in with you, an envelope in hand, “gotta leave this at your dad’s workshop,” he smiled awkwardly.

You could almost hear Peter cursing out, you felt as the elevator rose up, all the way to the 78th floor, the workshop, Happy got off, you both smiled at him goodbye, before urging the door closed, finally you were alone, and finally Peter with both hands to your waist, pushed you against the doors, and his lips against yours, hungry and needy, feeling your upper half up, one of your hands was still holding your purse, the other on his neck, gripping the collar of his dress shirt. The elevator dinged, Peter pulled you to him and off the doors, allowing them to open on your floor, you were welcomed by the familiar smell of the candles you always left on around the place, lips still working on yours, Peter walked you out of the elevator in the foyer, the art hanging round the walls almost guiding you to the where the actual entrance of the apartment was, the golden glow of the chandelier hanging right in the middle, above the classic wooden table with a flower arrangement, now pressing your ass into the edge of it, his front pressing against you almost matching that hardness, if it wasn’t for the heat and pulse it had.

Peter’s kisses traveled to your neck, tasting your perfume and your skin combined, not caring for the powdery dry aftertaste it left, knowing soon he would be tasting something else, as he kissed your exposed collar and shoulders he felt your body around, the perfect curve of your waist, trailing a hand down, finding the slit at the back of your dress, on of your legs completely out of it, he grabbed your thigh and pulled the leg up, further pressing himself to you, your dress riding up, the way he dragged you down leveled the few inch you already had above him and the inch your heels gave you, his hand moved from the back of your thigh to your newly exposed ass cheek, that’s when he realized you had no underwear, making him whimper slightly into the kiss, the innocent like cry contrast to the very rough movements of his hand and mouth, biting into your sweet spots then licking to soothe, hand kneading the tenderness of your meaty thighs. 

Softly he let go of your body and pulled away from the kiss, his hands gently squeezing your shoulders than dragging all the way to your hands, he brought them to his lips, and placed kisses to your knuckles, eyes closed, body still pressed against yours. You let one of your hands cup his face he leaned into it, kissed your palm, nose pressed against your pulse point, breathing in your perfume again.

He couldn’t fully understand the concept of spending hundredths of thousands on ugly art, that had no price tag, essentially priceless, where you had to come up with how much to pay, playing tug with whoever thinks the piece is worth more, just because they are one of a kind, specially when he could press his face against your perfumed body, that’s what was truly priceless, and still he would give everything he has and more to always have you at reach to do so, fighting anyone, offering his last breath if it would allow it.

“You smell amazing, baby, I can’t with you, all night I could smell your perfume, mixed with you, driving me crazy, with no fucking panties, you can’t do that to me,” he nuzzled into your hand holding on to the other

“What are you gonna do about it?” You challenged him, seeing if you could simmer out a more dominant side of him for tonights round.

“I just want to make you feel good, baby,” not what you expected, but you were gonna take his pretty words in that quiet tone, and make the most of them. 

“You do?”

“Mhm,” your hand pressed to his face, his own above yours, he pulled it away, intertwined your fingers, opened your arm out slightly and brought the pulse point in your wrist to his mouth, kissing it deeply, before dragging his nose from there to the next pulse point on the inner part of your elbow, letting both your hands fall to your sides, again he put his hands on your hips, pulled you in for a soft kiss, then pushed you away to turn you around, another kiss to the crook of your neck then he whispered in your ear.

“Please, bend forward, baby,” you thought he was gonna take the dress off, taking you a little bit by surprise, just processing what he might of cooked up in his mind while you did him like you did in the car, “I don’t want to say it again, bend,” his tone was so loving, you almost didn’t notice the harshness of his words, that told you he did remember your little number at the auction and the car, but two can play that game.

“Like this, baby?” You gripped the edge of the table, and bent yourself forward, your weight on your forearms, keeping you inches away from the hard wood, not wanting to give him reasons to torture you too much. 

“Just lay on the table, s’ not that hard” he leaned forward, his crotch pressed against your ass, he grabbed both your hands and pulled them back, causing you to lay flat against the table, chest and face pressed with your weight, he rested your hands on your back as he pulled himself upright again, “keep your hands there, doll,” you loved it when he called you that, he usually reserved it for moments like this.

The slit in your dress only went up to your mid thighs, so he bunched it up and lifted it all the way to were your hands were, “baby, help me out with this, just hold on to it okay? Don’t let it fall,” you replied with a shaky okay, feeling dangerously overwhelmed by this rare side of him, that liked to give instructions and for things to be done his way. 

Face slammed to the table, torso parallel to the floor, pussy exposed, you heard shuffling as he, you assumed, got in his knees, hands dragging from your ass, to the straps of your heels wrapped around you, he let his hands linger there, alternating between rubbing your sore ankles and calfs, caughting you completely off guard when he leaned in and placed a slurping kiss to your entrance, making you tense but also try to open your self up for more, a choked gasp in your throat. He repeated that a couple times, then he pressed his lips against the same spot, moving them in tandem with how he dipped his tongue in your hole, deeper and deeper every time, making you lean back and press yourself further, white knuckle grip on the fabric bunched up around the middle of your ass, mouth open, letting out strangled moans in between quiet gasps, he hummed against your pussy, at the feeling, at the taste, at your sounds, his cock more than likely leaking already. His hands left your calves and went up to your thighs, gripping them pulling them further apart and back, he made himself smaller and craned his neck up, lips and tongue meeting your clit, making you cry out his name, and accidentally letting the dress fall on his face when you slammed your hands against the table at the sensation. 

“Fuck, one thing I asked you, baby, one fucking thing” he pulled away from your pussy, making you whine.

“S-shit, Peter, I’m sorry, baby, I’m so-so sorry, please don’t stop…p-please, please, baby” you tried to grab the dress again, pulling at it to bring it up again, he helped you pull it up further, now resting around your hips.

“It’s okay, baby, just listen to me” he rubbed your hips, then ass, connecting his mouth to your rosy mauve nub again, you whined but now in pleasure, even if he tried to delve into this more dominant more demanding side of him, the thought of going to far, to actually berate and belittle, even deny you, simply hurt his heart, he couldn’t do it, giving in to you at any sign of discomfort you showed, he still wasn’t very familiar with balancing the sharpness of his demands and reprehensions by showering you with praises and calling you a good girl, to soften them up, instead he mixed firmness with sweet pet names, always letting up before getting too into it. 

“So good, baby, you’re so good to me,” that’s why you loved to reassure him a little extra hard when he tried things like this, making sure he got the confidence to get a little more rough and demanding with you, not unlike how you could be from time to time, your boy had to learn it from somewhere. You felt a soft hum against your pussy lips, now knowing better than to let the feeling come over you again, you gripped the dress wishing it was his hair, hoping this way he would make you come soon instead. 

Peter’s hands circled around your thighs, squeezing them, he would suck your clit softly, then lap at it with his tongue, every few laps a suck, driving you closer and closer to the edge, as the one of the table digged into your tummy.

Feeling like his dick would explode at any second if it was kept ignored, Peter decided to speed things up, stopping the back and forth and deciding on lapping firmly with a strong tongue, repeatedly, you felt pulses of pleasure from your pearl to the rest of your body, he pushed his thumb in your entrance, wiggling it as deep as it went, letting out throaty whines and moans as you finally came hard, clenching around his thick finger. 

“Fuck, Peter, that was so good baby…” You said breathless, he kissed your mound one more time before lifting himself back up and undoing his pants, and in that same position, he grabbed your hips and with no hesitation rubbed himself back and forth against your pussy and hissed at the feeling, little gasps leaving your mouth from the slight overstimulation. 

“Peter!” You shrieked out. 

“Fuck…baby, is this what you wanted? This is how you want me to be with you? Because you can’t fucking behave at the event…or in the car…you’re so wet, it turns you on to be a brat,” You wanted to scream everytime his shaft rubbed your nub, but you only cried for more, for him to fuck you, and use your pussy to teach you a lesson. 

“Aagh…yeess… yeass baby…f-fuck…Peter please, please, baby,” You pushed back into him, needing to fill him inside of you. 

With one hand on your ass, the other grabbing your wrists he slipped into you, moaning, you crying, he didn’t spare a second, he felt absolutely no resistance and slammed in, then out completely, waited a few seconds and repeated it, he wasn’t just teasing you, he was teasing himself. 

“Peter…ah…baby!” 

“You wanna be fucked, baby?” He repeated the motion. 

“Ah! Yes! Yes!” With that Peter pumped in and out of you, snapping his hips, probably only moving and inch in and out of you, enough to make you gasp for him. You moaned like you were being paid for it. 

“You like it when I’m rough?” 

“Yes!” 

“You like it when I fuck you?” 

“Uugh…y-yes!”

“Fuck baby…fuck y/n,”

Peter felt like he was going to burst, the fingers on your ass went down to your clit, rubbing with the pressure needed to make you come, making you trash in vain, crying out for him.

“Shh, baby… shhh, it’s okay…come for me, shhh, baby,” It reminded you of everytime you were ever like this with peter, torturing him while talking like honey, what a great revenge to use what you’ve unknowingly taught him against you, that feeling of knowing exactly how you made him feel, exactly like you wanted him to feel, enough for him to know how to do it to you made you split, shake, and scream as you came around his dick. 

“That’s it…f-fuck… good girl…good girl…good fucking girl… tight fucking pussy… I love you…god…uugghh…uh..uh…” he came with you, “ah…baby…y/n, I love you…”

He gripped the table, trying to catch his breath, your entire body cramped in the after math of this.

“You okay? Baby?” He said, very gently slipping out of you, making you whine softly, “come here,” He helped you up and into his arms, holding you, kissing your cheek repeatedly. 

He swayed you across your living area to your bedroom, taking you to the bathroom, he unzipped the dress and took it of you before going to sit you in a short stool near the bath, he turned the water on and pushed the plug for it to fill, poured scented salts and body wash for bubbles, he knelt in front of your naked form and undid the straps of your heels, kissing each ankle once he took them off. 

“I need to pee,” You said quietly, he helped you to the toilet while he undressed himself completely, then helped you in the tub, getting in behind you, hugging you too him.

“Are you alright, y/n?” He asked, massaging your calf. 

“Yeah, baby…just tired,” He started to feel a little bad for how rough he’d been. 

“You sure?” 

“I promise baby,” You turned your body, hugging him, closing your eyes, “it was great…you made me feel so, so good,”

“I did?” he said, cupping your face, you cupped his hand.

You were half awake half asleep, in the couch of the living room, in your floor, facing the doors to the terrace Peter would climb in every night to you, your laptop on your lap with the lowest possible light setting displaying a halfway done crossword and soft music playing, nothing but some distant lights and the soft glow of the candles you liked to turn on, the velvety blanket on top of you, shielding you from the lingering cold in the room from the floor to ceiling windows, that, no matter what, kept cool, the calmest of scene suddenly disrupted when he stumbled in.

Seeming perfectly alive standing right in front of you, lifted a little weight of your chest, instantly replaced with something worse when you noticed he might not be as well as you thought. He struggled to catch his breath and kept tripping on nothing, his hand never leaving his side, you quickly scrambled to him, the previously serene ambient long gone.

“Peter? Are you okay?” You tried steadying him, hands trying to hold him upright, “talk to me baby, what’s wrong?” 

He tried taking his mask off and failed completely, falling on his knees and then back on his ass, grunting to take his mask off, breathing hard, his hand left a print of blood in the carpet making you gasp out loud. You went to kneel beside him, helping him with his mask, helping him get it off, revealing the look on his face matching that of a scared, hurt, little kid, breaking your heart.

Sweat, blood, dirt, and tears were on his face, along with that look, he was still grasping his side, you went to place your hand over his, trying to push it away lovingly to see what was wrong, cradling his head, pushing away his hand, your heart stopped seeing the shot wound. 

“Oh my God, Peter…fuck, baby talk to me please, what happened?” You pledged for him to make you understand the scene, but he was quiet, traying to catch his breath, his head fell back on the carpet, he closed his eyes. 

“Peter, I need you to stay awake,” You grabbed his face and gently shook it, needing him to keep his eyes open, feeling and being grateful for finding an exit wound, he just needed a patch. 

“Baby, I’m gonna go get the kit, just a minute, yeah?” You said, going to stand up, to with he grasped at your arm hard, panicking, pleading with his eyes, “I’m right here… baby, breath, look at me, I am right here… just going to the kitchen… one minute Peter… you're still bleeding…please,” So unwillingly you pushed his hands away, running to the kitchen for what you needed, then running back to him, with shaking hands first thing you pushed his suit dow to his hips, grabbed the alcohol from the kit and splashed your hands before throwing gloves on. 

“This is gonna burn, baby, I’m sorry,” You poured on the wounds, he groaned, one hand on your thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave a nasty bruise, “I know, I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” You scrambled thinking of what to de. Everyone was out on a mission, it was two in the morning, there was no one on call, you hoped and begged to a greater force that internally he was fine, and that it was just the enter and exit wounds you needed to worry about. 

Peter healed too fast for stitches, so you grabbed some of the special glue that had been synthesized for him, that dissolved as he clotted and other medical whatnot, squeezing some into the edges of the wound then going to squeeze to push it all together, his hand on your thigh moved to your arm, if he grabbed your a little harder you're sure he’d break something. 

“Just a little more, baby, i know it hurts,” You repeated the process with the exit wound, now making sure both openings were sticked closed, stopping the bleeding. With some cotton and more alcohol you cleaned around the wounds, Peter relaxing back, silent tears falling from the corners of his eyes, you knew for a fact this couldn’t have hurt him this much, not physically, there was something else. 

Letting the painful silence settle, you patched the wounds, with gauze then tape so he could maybe take a shower, just thinking of how to make him feel better, he was still, and quiet, the tears had stopped, an empty look in his eyes. 

“Baby, please talk to me,” You raked fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes, lip trembling again, as he weakly shook his head no, shattering your heart. 

“Can you stand?” He nodded, “okay, I’ll help you sit up, 1…2…” You helped him get up into a sitting position, he groaned. You stood up and pulled him with you, successfully getting him to stand up, leaning on you. 

You looked back down at the mess of gauze, gloves, the scattered contents of the kit, blood everywhere, stench of alcohol, and a carpet you'll have to replace, making your stomach turn. You walked him to your bathroom, setting him on a counter, drawing the loveliest of baths for him, you helped him undress, stripping him of everything, the lost and scared look in his eyes, momentarily changed for a flustered one as he stood naked in your bathroom, letting you walk him and sit him in the warm bath like he was a little kid, but soon went back to empty. 

You scrubbed and washed his body, the water darkening slightly, you washed his hair, and he closed his eyes, letting out a breath, frowning softly, face riddled with something you couldn’t point… guilt…pain…remorse…and so on.

“Please talk to me Peter… I’m terrified,” Soft fingers played with his wet curls. He shrugged gently, not being able to find anything to say. 

“I got shot,” He said, after a long pause. 

“I know…why?” he glared at you, then closed his eyes, the look on his face worsening. You took a deep breath, then pulled the plug to drain the tub, you helped him get up, rinse, and get out. You wrapped him in a big fluffy towel, drying him, careful with the wounds, wrapped in the towel you dragged him to your bed, sitting him down. You went to your closet and brought back a pair of boxers for him. 

“Can you get these on?” You asked, handing them to him as he nodded, you climbed in bed as he got them on, dropping the towel, before slightly struggling to get in bed, he sat back in the headboard, letting you pull the covers over his legs, eyes still empty, head somewhere else. 

“I’ve never been shot before…” he said in the smallest voice, tears welling up in his eyes.

He was scared.

“Baby…” You cupped his face, hugging him carefully, “It must’ve hurt so much… and the sound… I’m so sorry…” 

“I-I’m okay…” He looked down, the tears in his eyes falling, he squeezed your arm, trying to talk.

“M-my…” His face scrunched in a quiet sob, you wiped his tears with your thumbs, kissing his temple, pulling away to look at him, trying to understand, he sniffled.

“My… my uncle… was s-shot…he died… when I was 14…” He squeaked the last bit out, sobs wrecking through him as you brought him in, and suddenly everything made sense, he wasn’t just scared, he was sorry. 

“I… I looked for the guy…for weeks…I had him…I wanted him dead…I-I couldn’t… h-he stabbed me in the leg… got a-away…but now I… now I know what he felt…and he was all alone…” The sobs came back, and your heart broke further for Peter, tears of your own starting to sting your eyes. 

“You were just, a boy, baby… it wasn’t your call…there’s no way it could ever be your fault…even if there’s something you could’ve done… it’s not your responsibility” He held on to you, and your sweet words he wanted to believe, that his tortured savior complex wouldn’t let him. 

“Let me see… it was on this one?” You placed your hand over his left thigh, he had calmed down, sobs stopped, he looked sad, exhausted more than anything. He nodded, looking away and closing his eyes, you pushed his boxers up, feeling and scanning for the scar, when finally right at the side of his upper thigh you felt it, he bit his lip, not wanting to keep sobbing like a child. 

“Peter, you’re a hero… but you’re human…sadly, there’s not a single thing you could’ve done… we make choices, and I am so sorry the choices all the people around you made that night hurt you this much… but this is not your fault, baby…” You rubbed gently on the scar, and leaned down slowly, placing a feather like kiss on it, making him let out a quiet sob.

“I’m so sorry for everything you’ve lost,” You kissed it again.

“And I promise to always make sure you know that it wasn’t your fault,” You placed another kiss, sitting back up, to look in his eyes. 

Soft light seeped through the somewhat sheer curtains, making you wish you had also closed the thicker pair that stayed bunched up in the corners. You buried your face in the pillow you where hugging, hoping to ignore the light and sleep in some more, letting the fuzzy feel of falling asleep take over you. The soft movement of protest made the very light sleeper beside you awake from a very particular dream, he also noticed how the morning light was coming in uninvited as was the blood rushing into his wood, calling for a good morning. He slowly got up from the bed and as softly as he could, drew the curtains closed, not wanting to disturb you more than he already planned to.

In the newly dark room, he walked back to bed, before getting in he carefully pulled down the boxers he had on, becoming to tight to bare, he quietly hissed as his cock sprung up and free, reminding himself to breath through his nose, he climbed back into bed. Once settled in, he softly pulled the covers down and off your body, until they were settled just above your knee, before you could shiver he replaced them with his body, cuddling you from behind, for a moment just letting his warmth cover you, and his very hard dick press on your back side, he stilled himself, really not wanting to wake you, he let a hand creep to your waist and the soft pouch of your tummy, and of course up to the breast that wasn’t pressed against the matress. His hand just molded to it, no interest in kneading it or pinching the soft nipple to perk it, just feeling the space it took in his hand, and laid a soft kiss to the back of your neck, where he had been breathing on.

He gave you too much credit for being a deep sleeper, or maybe everyone stirs softly when you place a hand to their breast, the way you hugged your pillow further, and brought yourself back into him, perfectly rubbing your ass against his cock, so unexpected he almost let out a hard groan, instead he shut his eyes closed, held in his breath, and pressed his lips closed, waiting for you to get comfortable and settle again. After what felt like an eternity for you to stop moving against his hard-on, he decided it was time to continue his plan. The way you had pressed yourself against him, almost getting on top of him, made it so much easier to get you on a easy access position, as he moved from underneath you, though you were still facing to the side, your back laid flatter on the mattress instead of completely sideways, your legs were perfectly scrunched up in a way he only had to slightly pull them apart to get you on full display. He felt a little pathetic at the excitement it bubbled in him, to be so excited to defile you, and touch you, and be so intimate with you, when you were not even awake, because conscious you were, at least in a previous spoken arrangement. 

When you had first suggested the venture, he was very skeptical, being the gentleman he is, he truly didn’t think it would be a good idea, he would never do anything to hurt you, the thought of him essentially using your body without any form of permission, made him uneasy. After explaining to him that it wasn’t like that, that it was more of an agreement, he still didn’t understand why you would want it, you didn’t know how to explain to him how much more intense and mind blowing an orgasm could be when you were woken up in the verge of one. Instead you decided to show him, after reassuring him, and asking him to trust you with his body, he agreed to have you perform on him, after all he also wanted to understand the appeal, you told him it would happen any time in the week, you just didn’t tell him exactly when. As promised, after a long day of being on debrief and report duty, he was properly exhausted, you had cooked a warm meal for him, and after a hot shower, he crashed in and out as soon as he saw the perfectly made bed, of course you took the opportunity, later on the night after he had a couple hours of sleep, very carefully you shed his boxers and sucked him awake, in all senses, he had never moaned or shoot a load as hard before, and finally he understood. 

Now becoming a bit of an expert at it, it took a handful of times, where he would wake you up before even getting his mouth, hands, or dick on you, but practice makes perfect, and finally he was able to get you all the way to orgasm before you even creaked and eye open. Which is where he found himself at the moment, very gently he pulled your legs apart, one lay flat on the bed, and the other bent, somewhat making a four with them, immediately he got to work, he licked at your pearl, the trick was balance, you couldn't go to soft and tease, it would tickle and wake you up, you also couldn’t go full strength, it would send jolts through your pussy and wake you up, so it had to be warm and soft, but firm, sure and focused movements. 

As he pressed his tongue against your clit and moved his head, you started to twitch with an urge to close your legs, he pressed his hands against your inner thighs, the little sounds you made going straight to his very hard dick, that at times, he would not resist to grind against the fresh silk that lined your bed. He could feel you waking up, as you ever so softly grinded against his mouth, he knew you were a few licks from fully conscious, so it was time to make you come. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked so hard, you instantly woke up, moaning and groaning, so confused but feeling so good, with the intensity you were feeling your body jolted up, Peter wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you back down, you let out throaty moans and your body convulsed as he kept licking and sucking, until you came, loudly moaning nonesens stringed with attempts of his name, stopping when your hand found the back of his head and softly pulled at the messy bed curls. He placed a kiss on your clit, making you breath in sharply, and climbed up to kiss your mouth, a little out of it you returned the kiss to the best of your ability, getting sloppy with it, holding on to his strong arms, squeezing the muscle in his biceps. 

“Good morning, baby,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“Morning,” You replied.

“How do you feel?” He trailed down to your jaw.

“Fucked out,” 

“Not yet, baby,” He, grinned devilishly, “let me make love to you,” he kissed bellow your jaw and made his way to your throat, all you could do was nod, “yeah? You want that too?” his hands softly rubbed the curve of your waist. 

“Mhm… yea-yes, please,” you, croaked out.

“I need you from behind baby, please,” Ever since you had rubbed your ass against his dick he could not stop thinking about it, “yeah, baby?” you only let out a hum not in any faculty to keep forming words. Peter kissed different spots in your body as he turned you around, placing a pillow bellow your tummy, giving you one to hug and press your face into when it got too intense, and helped you bend your knees, so your ass and pussy were on full display for him, he felt as though he could come from just watching, the view of grandiose New York he could get if he opened the curtain of the ridiculous penthouse in your own tower, the one that got him here, couldn’t even compare, to your wet pulsing holes, knees bent, ass up. 

He placed his hands on your lower back, massaging his way to your hips and then ass cheeks, kneading them and gripping them to pull them apart and back together. He bent himself forward and connected his mouth to your pussy again, now instead of sucking or repeatedly licking, he practically, with no other better description, frenched your pussy, molding his lips to your outer ones and inserting his tongue as deep as he could in your hole, making you let out disgustingly dirty gasps between moans. Grinning to himself satisfied, he pulled himself back up, palms pulling your cheeks apart,  perfectly stenching your entrance, he kept one hand on your ass, just resting it there, and with the other lined himself up to you, and ever so slowly, inch by inch, pushed into you, no resistance whatsoever, if he wanted to he could start slamming into you, but choose to give you that grace, and a chance to catch your breath, still both of you let out a sigh as he settled deep inside of you. 

He watched his pelvis resting against your ass, he could not be deeper than this, feeling overwhelmed he stretched to lean forward, his hands moving from your ass all the way through your back until they were resting at your shoulders, he pressed himself against you and rested the side of his face in the middle of your upper back, trying so hard to breath and not come with the warmth of your perfectly wet pussy, he thought he had fucked so much that it was trained for him a this point. 

Feeling more ready to conquer his desires, he lifted himself slightly, rubbed your shoulders and dragged his hands down your arms to where your elbows bent, then switched his hands to the inner part of your arms, with the outer part of his fingers pressed against it, dragged them back up, and hooked them in a way were his palms were pressed on the sides of your breasts and his fingertips reaching your clavicles, basically hooking his hands to your body. 

You braced yourself for impact body tense against his. 

Peter took notice of this, of your muscles contracted as you tried not to clench around him, how hard you were holding the pillow, how you seemed to be sort of holding your breath, and simply, he couldn’t have it. Carefully he nuzzled into your back, then placed a very reassuring kiss on your tense, left shoulderblade, telling you everything’s okay, that he was gonna take care of you, that he would never do anything to hurt you. When he felt your body starting to relax in that position, still bent forward with a small space between your back and his torso, he started to pump his hips, not ever pulling out just pushing in, further and further, you wanted to scream, all you could do was open your mouth into the pillow he had given you for moments like this. 

His expression matched yours, mouth completely agape, eyes tight shut, your pussy like a vice, beggingly grasping for more. Thanks to your silent screams, all you could hear in the room where the noise of the sheets rumpling, the bed moving, and slight gasps for air you two let out occasionally. Peter’s movements got deeper and harsher, he started to lift himself upright, dragging his hands along your body, they ended up in your hips, with a bruising grip, he caved to his desires and slammed into you, not ever letting go fully, if he did, he would probably break your hip bones, tailbone, and pelvis, easily. There was something so arousing about Peter forever restraining himself to never truly hurt you, even in his most animalistic acts, like this one, pushing and pulling your hips in rhythm with his own thrusts, letting out low groans, so busy concentrating on not coming or snapping your bones, how gentle he remains despite all. You just laid there, almost limp, in a forever battle, to catch your breath, make sense of the pleasure you were feeling, and still begging Peter for more, trying to tell him how good it was through moans and cries, and groans, making you incoherent. 

“Fu-uck,” Peter, kept absolutely hammering into you, “I won’t last, baby… are you close?” Bold of him to assume you could make out a response, you just mumbled a half yeah, half moan. He took matters into his own, sure he would bust any second, he reached a hand to the pillow he had placed under you and pulled it out, tossing it to the side, he pulled your hips a little bit further up, giving him perfect way to your swollen clit, he rubbed hard with two fingers, his pace never faltering, dragging him self out half way and slamming back inside you, fast and hard, the making love aspect quickly turned to a deep raw fast fuck, not complaining, simply observing. With the new found pressure to your clit, and the continuos one to the spongy spot deep inside you, it all became too much, you lifted yourself up, head thrown back, now in all fours, and both of you let out a crying gasp with every thrust, Peter pulled you flushed to him, much like in the beginning, just pumping his dick inside you, still rubbing you out, both of you coming harder than you had in a while, heaving to catch your breath, you slumped back in the bed, Peter on top of you, repeating I love you so much baby, more than a mantra a prayer, face buried in the crook of your neck. 

He took his time to recover, turning you over to your sides, staying deep inside you, holding you close, sleepiness lingering, specially after the moment you had. 

“How are you?” He said, caressing your hair, you hummed trying to say yes, nodding your way into his neck. 

“Is that a yes?” He needed to make sure you were okay. 

“Yeah, baby,” You pressed your lips to his neck, to reassure him. 

“Good… I love you,” He kissed your temple.

“Man, I can’t, I gotta study, I told you, I gotta do well on these midterms… I’ll hang out next time, have fun buddy,” With that he hanged up, and grabbed the stack of books, papers and his bag, when he heard a knock on his door. 

“Ugh!” He put everything back down and went to open the door, now a little frustrated, “Broke, what the he-” He rammed the door open and stood dead on his tracks when he saw you. 

“Peter?” 

He pulled you in the tightest hardest hug you've ever felt, you instantly wrapped your arms around him, hands traveling to his, of course shaven head, it was an initiation ritual, it was more a buzzcut now anyway. 

“Miss me, baby?” He nodded hysterically, face buried in your neck, as he pulled you in the dorm, shutting the door, he couldn’t let go of you. 

He pulled away to kiss you, cupping your face, moving his lips against yours with a familiarity unmatched. You spent about five minutes against the door, Peter whispering the sweetest nothings into everywhere he kisses, I love you for your neck  neck and jaw, gorgeous and beautiful for your cheeks, I missed you into your mouth, and a combination of all for your ear, temple and forehead. You kept scratching the back of his head, caressing his neck, touching him, telling him with your hands everything he was saying with his words, your hand went down to his sweats, pulling on the waistband to reach for him, but before you could get a grip he gently pulled your wrist away and let out a soft groan, head on your shoulder.

“What’s wrong baby?” You cupped his face. 

“I gotta…study,”

“Awww, you gotta study baby?,” He nodded against your neck getting closer to your chest. 

“You… you can stay here… or,”

“No way, I’m studying with you,” It’s not that he didn’t want to, he just knew he’d get nothing done, still he couldn’t find it in himself to deny you, so here you were, in the mostly empty library, attempting to study. 

“Peter, why are you so stressed? You're probably the smartest guy here…like… I remember seeing a lesser version of this in highschool, and I was in none of the AP’s, you totally got it,” You were practically sitting on his lap, your hand caressing his neck. 

“I know… I really don’t want to fail,” He said, concentrated on the problem. 

“You won’t,” You kissed his cheek before getting up, grabbing your bag.

“Baby, where are you going?” Damn those puppy eyes. 

“I swore I saw a coffee shop just outside, want anything?”

“Coffee, just regular,”

“‘Kay, I’ll be back,” 

Soon you were back with two warm lidded paper cups. Peter thanked you and let you back in his lap, and in an attempt to adjust yourself you ended rubbing down on him. 

“Y/n,” He grasped at your hip to keep you from moving more, which led you to relax back into him, biting your lip softly when his thigh ended up being nuzzled between yours, slightly pressing on your core, just enough to want more. 

“Sorry,” Your cheeks flushed slightly as you sipped your coffee, feeling the cool bittersweetness aid the heat you were starting to feel. 

He nodded, and went back to concentrate on his problems, equation after equation, number after number, variable after variable, just never ending engineering stuff your history lit majoring brain didn’t even want to begin to understand. He kept mumbling the problems quietly, going over them as he wrote, it always turned you on how smart he is, even in highschool with way simpler material it impressed you, watching him know made your mouth dry. 

“Did you like your coffee?” You asked going to sip it.

“Yeah, its nice, thank you babe…” He answered in automatic, and it still made you giddy, very softly grinding down on his thigh with the excuse of adjusting yourself, you were really trying to cut him so much slack. It wasn’t his fault that you showed up unannounced in his midterms week, you’ve just missed him so much, and you needed him so bad, but he really needed to get this done, so you took deep breaths, and settled on sitting down on the cushioned booth, your thighs over Peter’s, leaning against him in a way that wasn’t too constricting, and your fingers playing with the very short hair at the back of his head, placing the softest kiss every other minute along his jaw, or neck, or face. 

Peter was trying to be grateful you were being understandingly loving, and tried to concentrate on studying, with your warm thighs over his, your arm around him, your hands on him, the combined natural scent you had, the smell of your growing slick, and your perfume, clouding him, he was really trying, but he was also excruciatingly hard. 

“Wanna see something?” Peter asked, a little fed up.

“Uh… sure, yeah,” You let him grab your hand and a little forcefully drag you into the book shelves, going through one after the other, until you were at a dark little corner, dust settled in a full collection of Jane Austen, the first, united edition, you were in between probably the only two shelfs of classic literature in this multiple story library. 

“Oh my god… how old are these copies? Is this what you wan-” He turned you around and shoved you against the shelves, kissing you with a sickening hunger, so different from the softer initial kiss you had shared, “You are… the only person… here… that gives… a crap… about those…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence, jerking, as he grinded against your inner thigh, your hands would usually pull at his hair, but right now you could only scratch his scalp, which he still very much enjoyed. 

“Hmm, baby please… please,” He whined in your ear, as he rutted against your thigh, and how could you deny him, your needy, frustrated boy, that missed you so very much. 

“Shh, yes… yes whatever you want Peter… shh,” You didn’t know what you were about to do, but you knew you had to be quiet, you whispered in his ear as you cradled his head, he picked one of your legs up, and his other hand went between your legs under your skirt, rubbing your clit through your panties, as he kissed your jaw and neck, he pushed the panties to the side, and massaging your bud, wanting you to get as wet as possible, his mouth on yours, swallowing any moans that were a little too loud. 

Effortlessly, he lifted you up wrapping your legs around his torso, hands on his neck and shoulders, as he freed himself, giving a couple jerks before aligning his member to you, biting your sweater to prevent him from crying out, one of his hands went under your sweater, massaging your breast as he kissed your neck and whispered sweet nothings to you, perfectly still, letting you start to rock against him if you needed it.

“I love you so much baby, I’ve missed you so much,” Peter had dreamed for weeks of seeing you again, he’d figure you’d come visit, you’d never stay at a frat house, so of course you'd book the nearest lush hotel you could find, and he’d make love to you all night long, in a fresh big bed, he’d imagine that, and other scenarios very similar to that, sometimes he just asked for you to send him a voice note of your day and that along with the polaroids you had sneaked into his bag with a couple of your panties would be enough for him to satisfy himself in these two months he’s been in Boston. Never would’ve he imagined this scene, where he grabbed the shelves, fingertips and nail beds white as he started to drill into you, breathing hard, slam after slam, leaving you to do nothing but take it, as you clung to him, face on his neck, letting out the smallest of whimpers, that just fueled him to pistol even harder into you.

You felt everything, how his length reached the deepest inner most part of you, stimulating the nerve endings, making you feel the tingles all the way to your chest, his pelvis, lined with hairs not as kept as usual due to the lack of need, rubbing you with every thrust, his desperation and way he fucked you, like he’d die if he didn’t feel the walls of your pussy around him right this moment, feel how they clench around him when he makes you come, theres nothing he wanted more, but you were absolutely cockdumb, no words, no actions, no will in your body, you just felt your pussy and how it was being fucked raw.

He bit down harder on the sweater to stop himself from moaning and grunting in this library as he stilled inside you, very deep withing you, feeling how his warm spend pumped inside you, like gasoline, fuelling your quiet mewls, even more when he rubbed you until you came so he’d feel that perfect extra pressure as he finished coming, almost as soon as him, leaving you both breathless, shaking, and frozen.

“Peter…what the fuck…” You leaned your forehead o his shoulder, breathing hard, baffled by what you just did. 

“I know… I know…fuck,” He breath out softly as he pulled away, making you whine, he put you back down and readjusted your underware, then pushed himself back in his pants, “fuck, I’m sorry, I-I ju-”

“Shh, it’s okay…” You ran fingers through your hair, trying to re-adjust yourself, starting to feel soaked from your combined spends, knowing there was no way you could just go back and sit down to keep studying.

“I’m gonna go back to my hotel… you should finish studying and you can come by later… yeah?” You cupped his face placing a soft kiss on his mouth and cheek, he nodded, wanting to be around you, but knowing he needed to finish this. 

“Okay… yeah, I’ll just finish with the guide,” He said, but made no effort to move. 

“I love you, I’ll see you later, Pete,” You kissed his cheek, pushing him away gently to walk him back to his table. 

- - -

“Welcome to the Stark Industries Annual Firefighters of New York Gala…in this night we want to acknowledge and celebrate the hard work of the many…” You stood beside Peter, watching Pepper switch flashcards she read at the considerable crowd surrounding her. She was inaugurating the annual gala thrown for the firefighter departments in New York, where they dedicated the night not only to shower them in praise but to showcase the the renewal of all the departments equipment, curtsey of the company, “I invite you to raise your glasses for a toast, to these heroes and…” And to getting drunk, you clinked your glass to Peter’s, before urging him to down it with you.

“Ugh…” You watched Peters face contort into a grimace and then stick out his tongue, “That’s… ugh…”

“It’s not that bad… bitter…” You downed the last bit of it before setting it on some waiters tray to go look for more. 

“At least you get something out of it…” You bit the inside of your cheek at the comment, knowing you had the perfect solution for that. 

You craned your neck searching for the bar, spotting it, grabbing Peter’s arm and dragging him with you, “Come on, lets got get you not champagne…” 

“Hi, good night… could you get me a cosmo double cranberry and a coke with ice…please…” You slid the bartender a generous tip and turned back to Peter. As you leaned back on the island, waiting for the drinks, Peter snaked a hand around your waist, perfectly fitting himself to your side.

“You look… gorgeous… by the way,” He said, with bit of an awestruck look in his eye.

“You could use haircut…” you snarked back, he nodded with a smirk, you leaned in to kiss his temple, then wiped any lipgloss residue. 

“Here you go miss…” You turned at the voice of the bartender, could I get an extra vodka shot…” He gave you an almost judgemental look if it wasn’t for the amused one on top. You took the shoot and chased it with the drink, Peter side eyed you while sipping the coke, and soon the bartender walked away. 

“Don’t look at me like that… we’ll die of boredom if we don’t get wasted…its my goal for tonight…” 

“Yeah… my coke’s gonna do the trick…”

“That will get you closer to a sugar rush than anything else… no…” You reached in your small purse for the vile, “but this will”, you twinkled the small bottle in front of him. Peter looked at you with raised eyebrows waiting for an answer.

“It’s Thor’s magic booze” You said like it was the most obvious thing.

“WhAt?!” He looked around when he noticed how loud he had been, “what? No way” He went to grab it before you closed your hand around it yanking it back, “I’m in charge,” You opened it and didn’t even had to pull it closer to smell something that stunk stronger than pure medical grade ethanol.

“Let’s hope you don’t go blind,” Peter guarded his drink with a concerned look, “You won’t go blind silly… I’m joking,” You grabbed his glass and poured something close to a shot, and mixed. 

“Y/n… is this safe?” He looked at you with those concerned puppy eyes, so you grabbed the drink and took a sip, “Whatever happens to you happens to me,” You pecked his lips, and grabbed your own drink, he smiled softly and that’s how it began. The single drink had him giggling and stumbling over the place, you got a glimpse into Peter, just Peter, no spider-man, no superhuman senses, or reflexes, just a giggling, clumsy, blushing mess, that you would’ve been able to appreciate if you hadn’t been overly near as intoxicated as him. 

You were on your own little world, the fastest night of urging the other for just one more drink, laughing at all the inappropriate times, crashing into strangers, and of course making out in the sidelines.

“Baby, where ar-hmp,” You crashed your lips into his after you dragged him to an empty hallway, you bit his lip and he whimpered as he let you stick your tongue in his mouth, whining anytime you’d pull away. 

“Let’s go…”

“Mhm…hm…”

You grabbed his hand and blundered to the elevator, as soon as the doors closed you pushed him against the doors and kissed him, the fifty floors you were lifted you had your tongue teasing him, finally got to your floor and the doors opened, Peter and yourself being so out of it, you fell back. Peter on his back, and you right on top of him, after the thirty seconds of trying to cath his breath, there was at least two minutes of hysterical shrieks of laughter. 

“We should get up…” Peter said, underneath you.

“Yeah,” You said, laying on top of him, with no effort to move.

“Okay…okay…1, 2, ugh!” He sat up, and you with him. He stood up and took your hand, helping you up, before knocking you on your feet, bridal style, he carried you to the bedroom, as you turned into a blushing giggling even more of a mess. 

 He got in the room with you, put you down just to push you against the door he had closed, your dressed bunched up as he grasped the leg he had lifted up to his hip, his other hand on your waist, setting you in place, as he took lead on kissing you, gently, slowly, messy, spit, tongue, lips, teeth, all over the place, but still made your tummy turn. 

“I love you…”, he trailed kisses from your mouth to your neck, biting, licking, and sucking, to gentle for any intention of leaving any marks, he just wanted to taste you. 

“Make love to me…”

He paused and snorted, then burst out laughing, making the heat in your core travel to your cheeks, the multiple drinks hanging over your head almost making your eyes sting with warm tears, when Peter saw that sight he pulled you in, kissing your temple. 

“‘msorry’msorry’msorry…baby,” he kissed your temple and cheek, still trying to contain his laughter, “’m sorry,” he cupped your face, still grinning like and idiot, “i didn’t mean it baby… you know im sorry, right?” You nodded, your flushed face still riddled with puppy eyes and a small pout, that he kissed until you were giggling with him again, “let’s go to bed…yeah?” he nuzzled his nose in your pulse point, breathing in your perfume. 

You walked to your closet, tying your hair up and got out of your heels, you tried getting the dress off, the zipper stuck.

“Peteeerrr!” You whined for him to help you, he placed warm hands on your back and pulled the zipper down in one swift motion, breaking it, but you didn’t have to know that, before you could notice, he let the dress fall, and help you out of it, before placing a soft kiss to your bare back that made you shiver, you grabbed a shirt of his and threw it on, then turned around to se him undoing the buttons of his shirt, you went to help him. 

“You’re so pretty Peter,” He blushed, letting you undress him, until he had nothing but his boxers on, you wrapped arms around him whining. 

“What is it, baby?” 

“I don’ wanna brush my teeth…take my make up off,” you jerked against him, stomping your foot, which he found adorable. 

“You gotta,” 

“No!” 

Yes. You took off your make up and roughly washed your face, then brushed your teeth, just as hard and fast wanting to be done with it, after that Peter walked you to your vanity, and scooped some of that expensive moisturizer you liked and coated your face in it, giving you a very weird massage he thought would help relax you, wich turned into him squeeing your face into making weird faces and laughing at you.

“qUIT thAt! Peeteeerrrr!” He chuckled, after he was done amusing himself, finally you made it to bed. Tangled in each other, you where on your back, Peter on your chest making himself very comfortable in your breasts. 

“You’re so soft,” He nuzzled in as he kneaded one of your breasts, making you flush.

“How would you feel if I was doin that to your balls?!”

“Fucking great,” Which made you even hotter. 

He wrapped both arms around you, squeezing you, still nuzzled in your chest.

“I love you…”

That wonderful fuzzy felling, bright morning, soft covers, great night sleep, and the warm and loving touch of the person beside you, embracing you. As consciousness slowly took over, you decided this was the best feeling there could be and after that, fresh fluffy pancakes on a slow Saturday morning. You enjoyed the rare view of a calm sleeping Peter, he had worked above and beyond as Peter Parker, average science genius, and as Spider-Man, the friendly neighborhood crime fighter, even him, as super powered as he comes, needed the rest, you placed a soft kiss to his hair and carefully got out of bed, as tired as he might be heighten senses are heighten senses.

Milk, vinegar, flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, salt, eggs, and butter, you mentally read through the memorized pancake recipe in one of the corners of your mind, you don’t even remember where you got it from, you loved cooking, specially if it was for someone you loved, someone like Peter, food has always been a love language, even if your dad didn’t have the first idea on how to toast bread or boil water, you couldn’t count the times you shared a plain cheese burger, a donut with sprinkles, a pizza he could only get because he flew in his iron man suit to get it for you. No wonder where you got the particular trait from, you just actually learned to use a pan. 

You knew the drill, mix the dry and wet ingredients separately, then slowly bring them together, but not too much, leave the batter perfectly thick, because who likes flat pancakes. Pan already on the stove, always lightly coated with salted butter, as your pancakes fluffed up on the low heat waiting for the bubbles to form, you pulled out some maple syrup, the real kind that came from Canada, and an arrange of berries out of your fridge, by the time you rinsed and dried the fruit it was time to flip your first batch of two pancakes, while pouring the second batch an idea popped into your head, bacon. 

As the bacon fried you started plating, you had checked on Peter a few moments ago and he was still deep in sleep, you decided to simply bring breakfast to him, you pulled out one of those bed trays from the pantry, you arranged two medium sized plates with pancakes and one little plate with the crispy bouncy bacon and the small syrup jug. Before taking the tray back to your bedroom, you started the coffee machine, you grabbed your cup and lined it with some of that maple syrup and a sprinkle of sea salt, then set it under the machine to brew on the cappuccino feature, while that was done you carefully picked the tray and walked it to where he slept, so calmly. You placed it on the tall table at the foot of the bed and went back to the kitchen, you brewed a second cup of coffee, a simple but strong americano, as it brewed you rummaged to the fridge to find the sweat cream Peter liked to paint his coffee with, once you found it you poured enough to turn it a rich shade of caramel brown. Finally, with both cups of coffee you once again walked to the bedroom and placed them on your nightstand, you climbed into bed and on top of peters naked torso, he was laying face down, half hugging a pillow, completely unbothered by the noise and movement you could make.

“Peter,” You kissed the spot where his neck and upper back met, he made an adorable little sound and further hugged the pillow he was half-lying on, “good morning, baby,” you hugged his perfectly sculpted back and swung a leg on top of his hip, nuzzling into the back of his neck. 

Peter hummed to your touch, slowly coming into his senses, after a moment he turned, eyes still closed, he pulled you into him, your face now in his chest, you pulled away just enough to gently grab his face and give him a soft kiss to the lips, as you pulled away he finally opened his deer like eyes, “good morning,” he kissed your forehead.

“I made breakfast,” you said, pulling yourself up from him, turing to the food on the table and back to him, giving him a soft smile, the way he looked at you was that of pure adoration, slowly he pulled himself up too and, with a gentle but strong hand to the back of your neck, pulled you closer to him, to give you another sweet kiss on the lips, followed by a trail of pecks from the corner of your mouth to your temple, “I love you,” he whispered to your ear, his thumb caressed the spot behind your ear and looked deeply into your eyes, one more time he pulled you into him you closed your eyes expecting your lips to meet, instead he aimed for your right eyelid and placed the softest kiss there, a current of sorts ran from the top of your head, to the base of your neck, all through your spine, if you hadn’t been already halfway lying down on your bed you were sure your knees would given up from the feeling alone. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned into him, you gave his neck a quick kiss.

“Let’s eat before it gets cold,” you said.

Peter was having a bad day. Your dad had catched him sneaking in to your room one too many times, and ordered him to go to his own place and sleep there. The extra commute from Park avenue all the way to Queen’s, properly wore him out, sum that to the fact that this was probably the first time in weeks he didn’t sleep in your soft king bed, and plush pillows, in the cotton linen blend sheets that didn’t scratch his sensitive skin, as well as the slightly weighted cool cover and velvety blanket you slept with, the room to the perfect temperature, smelling like you, and the background noises you played he used to laugh at you for, and most importantly your warm inviting arms holding him and lulling him into a wonderful sleep, so the next morning when it was time to wake up and his alarm went off, he didn’t wake up, instead he overslept for almost an hour, rushed into the shower and out the place, and had to swing all the way because he remembered he had a quiz he couldn’t miss, a quiz he wonderfully failed, history is not his strong suit.

Wednesday, the day he only shared one class with you, but he couldn’t even catch up because the work partners where assigned and he wasn’t with you. Lunch time came around and of course he forgot his wallet with how in a rush he was, and of course today was the day you had different lunch times and you weren’t there to offer him to buy him lunch, which he usually refuses to anyway, but today he might of have made an exception. Near last period he went to his locker to take out the books he didn’t need to take home, he bent down to take multiple books out of the bag he had left on the floor, as it happens, when he came back up with full force, he hit his head with the edge of the locker door, naturally Flash saw the whole thing and decided to advertise it to the entire hall, making him the subject of everyone's amusement until the bell rung for everyone to scatter to their classes, you saw him from afar but before you could make your way to him he had already slammed the door closed and walked off to his own class. 

Already feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders he decided to clear his head and go for patrol, on his way out of school he found five bucks perfectly crumpled in the pavement, for a moment he thought that finally the day was getting somewhat better, until he went to Delmar’s to get his usual and they added tomato slices to it, he didn’t know if he wanted to sob or gag. He was too hungry and had no choice but to fish them out. He had a long patrol of pretty much nothing, not a crime in sight, the frustration settling in him, once the sun had gone down he decided to give up and fuck did he really want to see you, unconcerned if Mr. Stark found him and threaten to take his suit away if he found Peter sneaking in his daughters room to put his sticky fingers all over her again. His patience was truly starting to be tested when a couple blocks away from finally getting to you there was a some assholes stealing a purse from an older woman, presumably walking home, he couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to, nothing could’ve prepared him for one of the men to put a gun to the lady’s head threatening to shoot if he didn’t walk away, and as he was thinking his next step to handle this the other guy found a pole and hit him right in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, the thieves left with the purse, the lady ran away screaming and he had to walk those few blocks with a throb in his head and what felt like a shot wound to his spirit, not feeling like he could swing anymore.

Your day was pretty regular, little lonely with almost no sight of Peter, regardless as the sun set you started to get ready for bed, quick shower, comfy pj’s, and currently working on the quickest dinner possible, putting some organic chicken nuggets and fries in your air fryer, when you heard the elevator ding.

“Is that you dad? Cuz I’m still mad that you kicked Peter out,” You said setting the temperature and timer for the food.

No answer just Peter walking in to the kitchen, slumped, mask in hand, tiered eyes, and a small thigh lip smile.

“Peter, hi,” You walked towards him, no idea what but something definitely was up, you wrapped your arms around him and he immediately melted into you, you swayed him softly in your arms until he felt like pulling away.

“You okay?” You asked cupping his face, he hummed and nodded his face, eyes closed, tiredly nuzzling into one of your palms.

“Are you hungry, baby? Why don’t you have a quick shower and we’ll do a little dinner in bed? Yeah?” You placed a tender kiss on his forehead, he nodded again, mumbled a quiet yeah, and walked himself to your bedroom, hoping this would be the turning point to his horrendous day.

Meanwhile you lined the air fryer with much more food, knowing Peter could build up and appetite, specially after a long day, then cut up some cucumber, and looked for some baby carrots, to at least get a veggie in. You had your plates all lined up, one for nuggets, one for fries, and one for some veggies and dipping sauces, Peter sneaked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, squeezing you gently. 

“I’m gonna take these to bed, you think you can pour me a cold glass of something, hot stuff?” You said winking an eye at him and grabbing the plates, finally he let you see a more genuine smile, chuckling at the nickname you gave him, he gave you a nod as you walked away to your room. You set the plates in bed and walked back to the kitchen to get your boy and your little glass of dr pepper. Peter felt lighter being around you, no hesitation to turn around and go to your cupboards to grab you a glass, he grabbed two with one hand and as he turned around they clinked together, slipped, and dropped to the ground, the clatter and shattering sound of glass ringing though the place. 

“Fuck!” Peter hollered out, hands slapping against his face as he groaned into them, exasperatedly defeated. 

“Baby it’s okay, it’s just a glass,” You said, watching the scene play out as you walked into the kitchen. 

“Leave it, I’ll pick it up,” He ignored you and bent down, clearly beyond worked up, face contorted in a frown strange for his features, reaching to pick up the shards. 

“Bab-

“Fuck!” As he was picking up pieces and placing them in his other hand, he grabbed a little too hard and a shard dug right into his palm, making him drop the mess and drip blood all over it, “shitshitshit,” he said grabbing his wrist, feeling the heavy sting, not just in his palm but in his heart. 

That was the final straw, he slumped back into the bottom cabinets of one of the kitchen islands, sobs wracking though him, the sight of him broke your heart, you hurried to his side, careful to not step on the glass, completely confused on how this had made him have such a reaction.

“Hey, baby…Peter,” You were knelt right at his side, and grabbed his hand, holding it carefully to the side and pulling his body into yours, he quietly sobbed into your shoulder, it took him a couple minutes to calm down to quiet sniffles, and eventually to sort of ragged breaths, in the meantime of that you rubbed a hand, up and down, through his back, the other rested his own injured hand on his side and went up to his hair, raking gentle fingers through, shushing him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

“Feel better, baby?” You pushed him away, and cupped his face, eyes closed, and a light flush.

“Mhm,” He blinked his teary eyes open.

“What happened?” You asked, lifting his face to look you in the eyes.

“Bad day… horrible honestly,” More than upset, he simply looked tired.  

“Hmm…let me look at that,” Carefully, you lifted his hand, blood had dripped and dried, leaving a nasty sight of crusting darkened blood, “Let me clean it up, yeah?” He nodded softly and followed you to your bathroom, he hissed quietly at the warm water stream that hit his hand. With clean hands, you rubbed delicately around the cut, to soften and rinse off the dried blood around it. You sprayed antiseptic on the cut and on a cotton pad, then weakly wiped the cut. 

“Does it hurt?” You said, lifting his hand to examine the cut. 

“Stings a little,” 

“This is gonna sting a little more, yeah?” He nodded, expecting the familiar touch, slowly you grazed your pointer finger over the cut, and both of you watched as the gash mended, you brought his hand closer and placed a velvety kiss to the middle of his palm, by the time you pulled away, there was no trace left of the cut. You intertwined your fingers with Peter’s and looked back up into his eyes, and leaned in to kiss his lips in the same manner. 

“Better?” You kept your eyes closed and foreheads pressed. He squeezed your hand and chased your lips, he softly licked them and nodded his head.