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The laundry room door swung shut behind you, but the words died in your throat the second your eyes settled.

Standing under the flickering fluorescent light was Peter Parker, squeezed into a pair of"Juicy" velour sweatpants and a cropped tee that only just covered his ribs. Immediately, your brows furrowed.

This was the same guy who had spent the last four months making your life a nightmare. He coasted through campus on natural charm, intellect, and good looks. The guy who walked late into 8 AM lectures with a lazy smirk, flirted his way out of deadlines, and aced physics exams without even trying. The same guy who had cut in front of you at the library yesterday, stealing the last decent study spot with a wink over his shoulder. Peter Parker was an insufferable asshole—yet here he was in a slutty little crop top and bedazzled bottoms.

Your lips pressed together as you tried to hold back a giggle. He was clearly trying to sneak back to his own dorm without being seen, but here you were, catching him dead to rights.

"Please tell me you're heading to a themed party, Parker," you stated, crossing your arms with a pop of your hip, your eyes lingering on the ridiculous outfit in front of you. The outfit that showed off his absurdly toned abs, defined shoulders, and broad V-taper much better than any normal shirt ever could.

For two seconds, the unshakeable golden boy looked completely caught, but the panic was replaced quickly with his regular cockiness. "Take a picture, it'll, uh... last longer."

You pulled your eyes from his waistline as heat rushed through your cheeks, meeting his gaze. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face.

"You're insufferable," you stated, turning on your heel toward the elevator bank.

With every step you took, the warmer your body ran. In this moment, you felt you could not get far enough away from him. Arrogant. Insufferable. Irritating. You repeated it like a mantra in your head, desperate to anchor yourself to the disdain you carried for him.

"It's okay to admit it, you know—most people have to wait a lot longer to see this much," he called after you as you turned your back on him.

Ridiculous asshole. Your mind traitorously flashed back to the bare skin of his waist, the hard carve of his abs, and the way that thin pink shirt hugged his broad shoulders. The curve of his biceps. Fucking infuriating.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as heat pooled into your stomach. You slammed your thumb against the up button, praying the doors would open instantly and swallow you whole.

A quiet chime echoed through the empty hallway as the metal doors slid open. You stepped inside instantly to face the front, eager for the doors to seal you into safety—only to catch a hand darting through the gap, forcing the heavy doors back open.

Peter slid into the elevator right beside you, a dark glint in his eyes as the doors clicked shut. The tension in the small space was so thick it was almost suffocating.

Before the elevator could even start its climb, Peter reached past your shoulder and slammed his palm against the red Emergency Stop button. The quiet hum of the building was instantly replaced by the sound of your own ragged breathing.

"What the hell are you—"

"What, you thought you were going to get to laugh at me and walk away?" he questioned, shaking his head. "Mm-mm. We're not finished."

Peter stepped closer, crowding you until your back pressed flat against the mirrored elevator wall. The breath was knocked right out of your lungs. Not because he was rough, but because he was so close it felt as if there was no air left to breathe.

You sucked in a ragged breath, your eyes dropping down to his collarbone. Swiftly, Peter's hand reached up, using his thumb and forefinger on your chin to bring your gaze right back up to his.

"Gotten awfully quiet," he purred. "Tell me again how much you can't stand me. I dare you."

Any tough exterior you had maintained out in the hallway came crumbling down. The way he was looking at you, combined with the heat of his hand against your jaw, caused your heart to hammer against your ribcage. Your surroundings were quiet enough that you could hear your own pulse ringing in your ears. You swallowed hard.

"S'what I thought..."

His fingers slid to trace your jawline, moving to trail with deliberate slowness down the side of your neck until his thumb rested right over your racing pulse point. It was dizzying—the stark contrast between his smirking expression and the undeniable heat radiating off his bare torso.

"You are out of your mind," you forced out, trying to sound dismissive, but you couldn't stop the slight tremor in your voice. It betrayed you entirely.

A dark, dangerous smirk spread across his face. "Oh? Am I?"

Without another word, his hand slid up into your hair. His grip was firm and commanding as he applied a steady, downward pressure. The implicit instruction was unmistakable.

You tried to hold your ground, but the overwhelming tension shattered your resolve. Before you could gather the strength to stay standing, your knees hit the cool tile of the elevator floor.

In the mirrored wall behind him, you could see your reflection. The realization hit you like a wave: you were on your knees for none other than Peter fucking Parker. But the knot in your stomach wasn't one of distaste. It was want.

It wasn't long before he mumbled, ""eyes on me."

Stretched over his ribs was the tight pink crop, leaving his defined V-line exposed, leading straight down into the low waistband of the velour sweatpants.

"Look at you," Peter murmured, looking down at you. His thighs framed your face as he rested his thumbs over the low band of his pants. "All that attitude in the halls..."

"Shut up, Parker," you rasped out, trying to maintain a shred of your dignity.

Peter's fingers tightened in your hair, tugging your head back just enough to force you to look him dead in the eye. "Show me how much you hate me, hm?"

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, tugging the soft velour down just enough to free himself. Sitting back on your heels, you were eye-level with him, his tip already beaded with pre-cum.

This was happening. You tipped your chin up just a little, pressing your lips against his aching head. A sharp exhale left his lips, his abdominal muscles contracting tight beneath the crop top.

"Open up, sweetheart..." he mumbled, his fingers buried in your hair.

He wasted no time letting you set a leisurely pace. Taking full control, his hand guided you firmly until your breath caught in your throat. The metallic walls of the elevator amplified every noise: the soft, wet friction; your involuntary gags; and the low, rhythmic groans that escaped Peter's throat as he forced you to take him deep.

"Fuck," Peter hissed, his hips twitching forward. "Look at yourself in the mirror, hm? See how fucking pretty you look taking care of me?"

You forced your eyes open, tears pricking the corners from the pressure in your throat. Your hazy reflection stared back at you, face flushed as your lips locked around his shaft.

"Not so loud with the smartass comments now, huh?"

Peter looked completely wrecked by his own pleasure. His knuckles went white in your hair, his jaw clenched, his messy curls damp against his forehead. Whenever you tried to pull back, his grip held you firmly in place, keeping you flushed against him until you swallowed him down again.

"Always acting like you're better than me," he taunted, his voice thick and rough. "Who's in control?"

He loosened his grip just enough for you to pull back an inch, letting him fall from your mouth, glistening in the dim light. Your hands reached for his thighs, gripping them for leverage.

"Say it," he commanded, his thumb stroking your cheek before gently nudging you back down. "You like my cock, hm? I know you do."

"Peter—" you whined, your eyes glassy.

"Say it."

"You're... God, Peter, I like it," you choked out, the admission burning your pride just as much as the stretch in your throat. "I really do."

His hand guided your mouth back onto him with a quiet hiss. "Fuck, yeah. Good girl," he purred, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest.

The praise sent a jolt of heat straight through you, making you want to please him even more. The pace grew faster as he fucked your mouth, his restraint snapping as he chased his own finish. His breath came in ragged hitches, his abs locking up tight beneath the hem of his top as he drove himself deep one last time, holding you tight against him as he came with a long, shuddering exhale.

Peter held you there for a moment, his chest heaving as his fingers gently uncurled from your hair.

Slowly, he stepped back, freeing himself from your mouth. Peter pulled his soft velour pants back up over his hips. Meanwhile, you sat back on your heels on the elevator tile, gasping for air, your lips swollen and wet.

He looked down at you, taking in the sight. Your eyes were still dazed and dilated as you looked up at him. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned over and pulled the emergency stop button back out, setting the elevator mechanism back into motion with a low, mechanical hum.

Before you could say a word, he bent down and grabbed you by the waist. His athletic strength made it seem effortless as he hauled you off the floor and lifted you directly onto the handrail running along the back mirror.

"Peter—"

He hooked your knees over his elbows, pulling you flush against him. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his fingers slid down your front, finding your heat through your clothes with agonizing precision.

"Spent all semester thinking I'm selfish," he purred into your ear, making your hands fly to his broad shoulders with a gasp the second his hand slid between your legs. "Let me prove you wrong."

Your fingers dug into his biceps as he pressed into you, dragging a whimper out of your chest that echoed off the stainless steel walls.

Then, the elevator chimed for his floor, pulling you both out of your little world. He set you back down on your feet as the heavy doors slid open. Peter stepped away from you slowly, his dark eyes sparkling as he gave you a lazy smirk.