unraveled
part 2. undefined
pairing: sensory overload peter parker x grey!reader
plot description: hatred has a funny way of turning into temptation, especially when your greatest enemy is the only one who can keep up with you.
content warnings: SPOILERS FOR BRAND NEW DAY, 18+ content, not so much of a smut (no p in v), bdsm undertones (he promises to web her), light degradation (by arachnid!peter hehee), dry humping, they kiss once, manhandling, and sexual tension / (let me know if i missed anything!)
notes: this is my first time writing smth thats so close to being a smut (english isnt my primary language..) n im obsessed with bnd pls check it out,,,,!! i also didnt proofread bc i only have my phone w me and im one to eyeball shit so pls understand :,)
you hated spiderman.
and it remains a fact the second you spotted the familiar streak of red and blue cutting through the skyline, every ounce of restraint you’d promised professor x vanished watching as he landed effortlessly atop the wreckage, shoulders rising and falling beneath the suit.
“i was wondering how long it’d take for you to find me.”
“where’s my sister?”
his mask tilted ever so slightly. “safe.”
“wrong answer.” with a flick of your wrist, the mangled remains of a steel beam ripped free from the concrete and shot toward him like a missile.
he ducked while the beam embedded itself into the building behind him with enough force to split the wall.
before the dust settled, you were already moving. your telekinesis hurled chunks of asphalt into the air, sending them crashing toward him from every direction. he flipped between them with impossible precision, webbing one slab into another before vaulting over both.
“you know,” he called, firing a web that narrowly missed your shoulder, “most people start with hello.”
you caught the web midair without even looking, because thanks to your telepathy, it anticipated every movement before he made it, while your telekinesis tightened around the webbing until it snapped like thread.
“where.”
he sighed, “but your sister attacked first! i don’t know what the v-max is!”
an abandoned delivery van trembled behind him and his senses screamed a split second before it launched.
the van barreled toward him like a freight train.
“oh, come on–”
metal folded around him as the vehicle slammed into the street, carving a crater into the pavement. and finally, there was silence, but then the wreckage exploded apart.
spiderman burst through the debris, web-shooters firing in rapid succession. one strand wrapped around your wrist, another around your ankle, and the third caught your shoulder before you could raise a force field, because he yanked so hard your balance disappeared beneath you as he pulled you straight toward him. you barely had time to form a psychic barrier before he drove his fist into it until your force field fractured.
“wow!” his eyes widened beneath the mask, “that was cool.”
he didn’t give you room to recover, he swept off your legs, a web to your back, and another to the wall behind you.
you hit the concrete with enough force to splinter it while he stood over you, breathing hard, “i don’t want to fight your sister…” “or you.”
“that’s unfortunate,” your eyes glowed, “spiderboy.”
the webs binding you unraveled on their own and the air around you distorted with every loose piece of debris within the block rose into the air.
spiderman’s senses wailed, “okay…” he muttered to himself, “not a small potato at all.”
with a sharp motion of your hand, the entire street came crashing down on him as he vanished beneath the avalanche for three seconds, then red and blue shot through the dust again.
he was faster now, ducking beneath your punches, slipping around your telekinetic blasts, and his shoulder rammed into your ribs, sending you skidding backward.
he caught your wrist, his mask coming to a close view, “now, miss grey, listen to me–”
you slammed your forehead into his mask, watching the impact stagger him, taking the opportunity to drive your knee into his stomach, after you twisted free and sent a telekinetic blast directly into his chest.
he flew across the intersection.
you didn’t let him stand this time, and you were on him before he could breathe, swinging multiple punches your telekinesis amplified every strike until the asphalt beneath him shattered.
his hands caught your wrists again, but barely, you almost laughed, leaning closer, “where is my sister?”
his breathing hitched, “…you’re…”
he laughed weakly through the pain. “…way stronger than your file said.”
“answer me.”
instead, he shoved upward with surprising strength and you stumbled, almost. you grabbed the side of his mask, but when he reached for your wrist it was too late.
the fabric tore away and for the first time you saw his face. his brown curls plastered to his forehead, his split lip, freckles scattered around the middle of his bruised face.
he was far younger than you expected.
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you whispered.
his expression changed instantly, morphing into panic, “wait–”
your fingers brushed against the small metallic device hidden just beneath the edge of his mask as it clicked loose. your eyes watched the tiny inhibitor clatter onto the pavement, not tearing your eyes away from the small device, “what the fuck was that?”
peter froze, feeling every muscle in his body lock at the same time his breathing became uneven, then his pupils swallowed the warm brown of his eyes until they were almost entirely black.
he staggered backward, gripping his head, “no…”
his voice came out strained.
“put… it…”
he inhaled sharply, every sound in the city crashing into him at once.
he doubled over with a pained gasp. “…back.”
for the first time since the fight began, you realized you weren’t looking at spiderman, the friendly superhero who made headlines, the same guy whose mask was sold in every souvenir shop around the city, because you were looking at peter parker and you knew whatever that device had been holding back was no longer sleeping in his body.
his breathing became erratic as he stumbled another step back, one hand gripping his head while the other searched blindly across the pavement as if he could somehow feel where the device had landed. every muscle in his body trembled beneath the suit, his jaw clenched so tightly you thought his teeth might crack.
“where is it?” he rasped. “i need it–”
your guard remained up, but your fists slowly lowered, “what… what is happening to you?”
he laughed, though it sounded more like a pained exhale than anything amused. “you knocked off the inhibitor.”
“the what?”
“it…” another sharp breath interrupted him as his head suddenly whipped toward the skyline. a helicopter flew somewhere overhead, far enough that you could barely make it out, but he flinched as though it had exploded right beside him.
“it keeps…” he squeezed his eyes shut. “keeps the spider from…”
his sentence dissolved into another gasp.
“from what?”
“taking over.”
silence settled between you, broken only by the distant sounds of new york except they weren’t distant to him.
his breathing hitched again before he stumbled into the side of a wrecked car. his fingers dug into the metal without meaning to, leaving deep indents in the door. he stared at them for half a second before pulling away as though he’d burned himself.
“i can hear everything,” he whispered.
against your better judgment, you reached into his mind and the moment your telepathy brushed against his consciousness, your own head throbbed. what was inside wasn’t simply a mind, but a storm.
millions of sounds crashed together without pause, heartbeats, footsteps, conversations from blocks away, the rush of blood through strangers’ veins, electrical currents beneath the streets, pigeons taking flight, tires screeching against asphalt. layered beneath it all was something else—there was an instinct.
one that was raw, animalistic, and hungry.
you immediately pulled back, your breathing uneven, calling out what you learned was his name, “…peter.”
he didn’t respond or maybe he couldn’t, his black eyes darted across the street, never settling on one place for longer than a second. it was as if his body couldn’t decide which danger to react to first.
“where’s my sister?” you asked again, your voice quieter this time, “what did damage control do to her?”
“i told you…” he swallowed hard. “she’s… she’s there.”
“and my other sister?”
he looked at you, confusion cutting through the pain for just a moment. “other?”
your brows furrowed. “sarah.”
the name lingered in the air.
“where’s sarah?”
his expression faltered.
“i,” he frowned, genuinely trying to remember. “i don’t…”
another wave crashed into him, making him double over with a groan.
“i never saw another girl.”
your heart sank, eyebrows furrowing.
“there was only…” he squeezed his eyes shut, every word sounding like it physically hurt to say. “the one who fought me.”
“you’re lying.”
“i’m not.”
his voice cracked. “i swear i’m not.”
he dropped to one knee, gripping the side of his head so tightly his fingers trembled.
“i would’ve remembered.”
his breathing became shallow again, chest rising and falling too quickly. his pupils remained impossibly black, but now they kept flickering toward you before darting away just as fast.
“don’t,” he whispered. “don’t get any closer.”
“you’re in no position to tell me what to do.”
“that’s…” he let out another shaky laugh. “that’s exactly why i’m telling you.”
you frowned. “what?”
he finally forced himself to look directly at you.
despite the black consuming his eyes, there was still unmistakable fear behind them.
“because i can’t tell what’s a threat anymore.”
his gaze lingered on your face for a beat too long before dropping to your lips, then your throat, then your hands, as though every instinct inside him was trying to process you at once.
“every heartbeat,” he whispered, almost to himself. “every movement, every scent…”
he squeezed his eyes shut again. “i don’t know what the spider’s going to decide.”
then another wave rippled through him, but he didn’t fight it, he let it happen. you couldn't stop your eyes from widening as his shoulders loosened, his fingers flexed once at his sides, before he started walking toward you slowly and deliberately.
you held your ground, “don’t come any closer.”
he ignored you while a web shot past your shoulder with a sharp thwip, anchoring itself to the brick behind you. before you could react, another caught your opposite side, cutting off your escape. the alley had become a dead end.
you raised your hand, telekinesis already gathering, before another web snapped around your wrist and your concentration broke.
peter closed the remaining distance in seconds, the both of your wrists were caught with one hand and pinned them against the wall before your powers could fully answer your command. the force made the bricks behind you groan, dust raining between the two of you.
“peter.”
his breathing remained too steady while his black eyes searched your face with unnerving intensity, as if every instinct inside him had decided you were the only thing in the city worth focusing on.
“let me go.” you pushed against him with your free hand, but he barely moved. you threw your shoulder into his chest, trying to create enough space to drive a telekinetic blast between you.
he caught your forearm before you could, and you were maybe thankful his grip wasn’t painful, yet impossible to escape.
“peter.”
his eyes flickered only for a heartbeat. “stop saying my name.”
“then get off me.”
his breathing finally hitched. you were certain you felt it before you saw the restraint breaking.
he leaned in without warning.
the kiss landed hard, sudden enough to steal the air from your lungs. it wasn’t gentle or lingering, it was impulsive, born from adrenaline, instinct, and every emotion neither of you had been able to put into words since the fight began. it lasted only a moment before he tore himself away, breathing harder than before.
the silence afterward was deafening.
his forehead nearly touched yours as he stared at the ground between you, his grip on your wrists loosening just enough for you to feel the tremor running through his hand.
“you don't get to walk away from this,” you hissed, voice low and precise, telepathy threading the vow straight into his thoughts.
your force field shimmered brighter, pushing him away for one suspended heartbeat, your bodies inches apart, the air between the both of you thick with the promise of more than combat.
but peter surged forward with predatory focus, his body slamming into yours with calculated force that pinned you against the rough brick wall, “or maybe i get to fuck you and walk away.”
the impact knocked the breath from your lungs as his hands gripped your wrists, telekinetic shields flickering under the sudden press of muscle and heat. your force fields wavered, then dissolved entirely as his scent began to flood your senses. your mind reeled from the way his instincts had shattered the inhibitor, every heartbeat thundered between you, and he was hyper aware of how your breasts crushed against the hard planes of his chest, the rigid line of his cock straining through the suit and pressing insistently against your thigh as he ground closer, desire overriding the remnants of your fight.
for a moment, the rage in your body twisted into something hotter, telepathy threading through his thoughts to taste the hunger there, the way his pulse matched yours in frantic sync.
“shit,” you arched instinctively, hips tilting to meet that pressure, a low gasp escaping as his fingers tightened and one hand slid down to cup the curve of your ass, pulling you flush against him. his pure black eyes meeting yours.
“i didn't know professor x could raise a whore like you.”
the alley's damp chill faded against the blaze of skin meeting fabric, your hair tangling with his as you sensed his restraint slipping further.
his mouth hovered a fraction from yours, close enough that the slightest movement would erase the distance between you. then something shifted in his expression. the tension in his jaw tightened as though whatever remained of his restraint clawed its way back to the surface.
his free hand rose toward the torn edge of his mask he reached for with his web, fingers curling around the fabric before another web shot past your shoulder, anchoring itself to a nearby building. but his mouth descended, the first brush of contact imminent, “i’ll web you and fuck the life out of you the next time i see you.”
with one sharp tug, he pulled the mask back over his face. another strand of webbing fired into the skyline, and in the next heartbeat he was gone, disappearing between the buildings and leaving you alone in the alley, your pulse refusing to settle.
