Her back was flat against his dorm rooms floor, while Peter himself was sitting at his desk and avoiding eye contact.

“Aha!” she exclaimed, sitting up with a fast and smooth motion, “I got it! Take a look, calculus god Parker.” She handed her notebook to him and his eyes scan the page.

“Good.” He said softly. Why in the world did he agree to help Y/N out with her studying? He struggled to even talk to her in passing, why did he sign himself up for 1 hour every Wednesday and Thursday alone with her. In his room, no less.

“Good? C’mon Parker, look how far I’ve come because of you. I really am so grateful to you, how can I make it up to you?” She shifted on her knees, which made her shirt ride up and expose her hip just enough. Peter quickly looked away and felt his face heat up.

“Don’t worry about it, glad to help.” He swallowed hard, and she knew he was never going to come out and say that he wanted her flush against him, clothes nowhere to be found.

“I know you’ve been looking at me, Peter.” He froze as she started to stand up.

“Wha-?” He starts.

“I pretend to not notice all those times you look down my shirt, or stare at my ass when I bend over.”

“I am so sorry, I feel so gross and I mean obviously that was such a violation of your personal-“ he took a deep breath and with innocent puppy-like eyes said, “I’m sorry.”

She giggled and stood a few inches from a still sitting Peter, “Peter, it’s okay. It flattered me in a weird, Peter specific way.” For the first time all day, he looked her in the eyes.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“Can I kiss you?” She put her hands on his shoulders.

“Please.” He said quietly. Y/N leaned down, placing her soft lips on his. To say that the pair had both been dreaming about this for a while would be an understatement. Slowly, he put his hands on her waist, deepening the kiss. They were both very careful to not overstep. She finally pulled away for air, leaving him red-faced and panting. She linked her hand in with his, and gently tugged, signaling that she wanted him to get up. He complied, towering over her as soon as he stood. He bent his head down to kiss her once more, this time the pair ventured to the bed.

Her hands snaked up to his scalp, pulling at the locks of brown hair that covered it. A small groan left Peters throat, causing her panties to pool even more. When he put his hands on her hips, the flame that was inside of her had petrol poured on top of it. He pulled away, moving to her neck. Her mouth was agape as he left sloppy kisses along her jaw all the way to her collarbone. He was careful not to leave any marks, worrying that it would backfire on him.

He looked up at her, and pointed to her blouse, “Can I?”.

“Only, if you do too.” She was a bit shy, which was funny considering she was the one to initiate the encounter. He smiled, sitting back on his knees and pulling his t-shirt off. She did the same, leaving her bra untouched. “Touch me, please.” She begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, gently groping her tit through the foam cup. His pants were getting tighter by the minute. He decided to forgo the embarassing trial of a front clasp or ,even worse, a back one; He pulled her garment down just enough to let her nipples feel the cold air and harden. Without hesitation, his mouth latched onto her left breast, kneading the other with his hand. Small whimpers left Y/N’s mouth. As much as he felt like he could spend eternity with his mouth full of tit, he wanted to move on.

“Y/N, can I go down on you, baby? ‘Wanna taste you.” She let out a shaky breath and hummed a yes.

He kept going lower, kissing her torso as he went. Carefully, he unzipped her skirt, using the last of his self control not to rip it off. With the image of his brown eyes looking up from between her legs burned into her head, she let out a shaky breath.

As he kissed her inner thigh, his thumb gently rubbed her through her panties. A quiet moan left her body, causing peter to press a bit harder. Once he decided he had waited just about as long as he could, he hooked his strong fingers around the elastic and pulled them off of her.

The way her cunt almost dripped, the way she already looked so blissed out, it was almost too much.

Her eyes were closed, but opened when he licked a flat tongued stripe. He lapped at her, the sweet taste flooding his mouth.

“Peter, keep doing that please!”

“You like it? Tell me what you want, baby?” He went back to rubbing the nerves lightly.

“Peter, I-“ she let out a harsh groan as he pressed harder with his thumb. “Please, need you to- oh!” She couldn’t get a full sentence out.

“Need me to..?” he teased.

“Fuck, please keep rubbing my pussy!” He smirked and did as she said, the coil in her belly ready to snap. As he sped his thumb up, she felt herself come undone for the first time that day. It was a sight to behold, her back arched, eyes rolled back into her head, a high pitched whine filling his ears. He slowed his movements as she came down, kissing the inside of her thigh once more.

“Think you can return the favor, sweet girl?” He sat back, gesturing to the prominent bulge straining against the denim.

“Mhm.” She was too weak to speak, but sat up and snaked herself onto the floor. Her fingers skillfully popped the button and unzipped the jeans, he lifted his hips as she pulled them down. “Are these,” She narrowed her eyes, “Comic book boxers?”. He blushed and smiled. “Would’a guessed as much.” She gently stroked him through the fabric, pulling a soft whimper from him. As her eyes looked up at him, he knew he would be in trouble. Though the spider powers provided a record breaking libido, he feared that he would bust in that moment.

Her hand crept under the elastic, feeling the warm and hard length in the palm of her hand. Without hesitation, her tongue ran along the prominent vein. With a whimper, his hands flocked to her hair, making her scalp sting in a strange way. As she wrapped her lips around the thick tip and pushed him down her throat, tears stinged at her eyes. She came up, and went back down; each time more spit accumulating on his cock and her face. She maintained eye contact with Peter, watching as he could barely keep them open. Without warning, he lightly yanked her back and off of him, leaving her on the floor; panting and painted with her own saliva.

“Come lay down, baby.” He patted the mattress and she did as told, too tired to say anything. “Oh!” He stopped and it snapped her out of the trance she was in, “I don’t have a condom.” He looked disappointed.

“I’m clean.” She looked at him through lustful lenses. He got the hint and lined himself up with her, watching as her back arched with each inch pushed in. As he bottomed out, he pushed away the strong urge to fuck her dumb, he needed to be gentle; at least for now.

Slowly, he snapped his hips to hers, quiet whimpers leaving both parties mouths. Her eyes were threatening to sink closed, but the way she fought to keep them open was something he couldn’t describe. “Peter, stop holding back.” She said softly, her hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry.” He smiled and blushed, embarrassed that she wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was. He sped up, struggling to lift himself off of her, eventually just collapsing and clinging her body to his. Chest to chest, he could feel the heat radiating from her. The grip she had on his shoulder tightened and her eyes screwed shut, she was close. The grip her body had on him grew tighter and tighter with each passing minute, and he knew she could come undone under him any minute so he put his hand to work, rubbing her clit harshly. She moaned and her eyes rolled back. He could see the fireworks erupting from her body, making his hips falter and abdomen tighten. She almost said something when he pulled out, but the hot drips of cum that dripped down her lower stomach told her anything she would need to know.

Pressing his forehead to hers, he left a small kiss on her chapped lips. “Oh fuck sorry!” He quickly climbed off of her, grabbing a towel from his closet, “Here.” She grabbed it from him and wiped up the sticky liquid, a thick silence coating the room.

“Peter I-“ she started but stopped, reaching for her shirt and underwear, “I don’t want this to be a one off.”

His breath caught in his throat, “Shit, neither do I.” He said with a chuckle. “I just hope you can focus on the textbook now that you’ve cum.” 

She rolled her eyes, “You know you’re the devil, right?”

“A handsome devil, Y/N.”

YOUR MOTHER ALWAYS TOLD YOU THAT LOVE IS SUCH A STRANGE FEELING. You’ll know when you’re in love. It’s that strange feeling of butterflies that erupt in your stomach when the person you’re crushing on enters the room. It’s the way you’re left breathless when you get a whiff of their scent. Or you find the littlest things that remind you of them. You always had that feeling when he was around. It was like that ever since you were younger. Innocent smile when you see him enter the playground and instantly run over to you to show off his dinosaur band-aid that his parents put on him after he fell. Or the way your teary eyes lit up when he aggressively snatched a toy out of another boy's hand after taking it from you. Or when he would give you his jet black leather jacket for you to put on when he would walk you home from school when you were teenagers.

You hated to admit that maybe you were in over your head. In a cyberpunk atmosphere you were living in, you could be as young as five and be labeled as a criminal before you even learned how to tie your shoes. It was a pretty strange world you lived in, but you managed. You got a job as a preschool teacher. You had a pretty comfy apartment and a cat named Kiko, you were enjoying life. 

But you never knew that your once life consisted of the same peaceful events that didn’t cloud your hue until you heard a knock at your door. As you were up creating a lesson plan for your students, your eyes darted to your front door. The knocking only grows louder. You stood up slowly and quietly, hoping this wasn’t some prank your neighbors' teenage sons would be pulling. When you checked the peephole, your breath hitched in your throat and your heart instantly started beating quicker. 

When you opened the door, you couldn’t help being frozen. Your eyes were staring at him. Taking in everything. From the way blood was on the shirt, he was wearing to the cuts and bruises on his face. You knew of Kogami’s job. Who didn’t when you were dealing with criminals daily? But you didn’t understand why he was here? When he first accepted the position, he made it clear that he had to cut ties. He refused to accept the possibility of his occupation coming back to you. 

That was Kogami Shinya for you. 

“Are you okay?” You asked. “Come in before anyone sees you,” 

You stepped aside letting him stumble into your apartment. His boots glided across the floor dragging along a trail of blood also. You closed the door with quickness and you were searching for the right words to say and the best you could say was, “You look like shit.” 

“Is that how you greet your best friend?” He asked with sarcasm stinging his tongue while he was stripping right in front of you.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked as you turned around. “The bathroom is right down the hall. You can get yourself cleaned up. I’ll grab the first aid kit and I’m pretty sure you have some spare clothes here, that is if you haven’t grown too drastically since the last time we’ve seen each other.” 

You could hear Kogami grumble something under his breath before he’s waltzing into the bathroom down the hall. With quickness, you’re collecting his dirty clothes to put in your laundry bin. You also collected some clothes of his and the first aid kit like you promised. You wanted to question why he was here? After all these years why show up here at your place now? As Kogami showered, you were searching for your first aid kit and the questions you were planning to say to him. 

How are you? Did you lose my number or something? Why are you here? 

Yeah, those questions would be good to start with. When you found the first aid kit, you placed it on your coffee table in the living room and moved on to the next task to find something for him to wear. You still had some clothes of his. When you found something for him to wear, it was in a box filled with some of his old stuff that collected dust in your closet. When you collected the clothes, you knocked on the door three times before sliding in. The steam from the shower causes you to feel hot. The shower curtain was drawn so you couldn’t see Kogami’s naked body. You put the clothes down and walk out of the bathroom before he could even pop his head out of the shower to notice you were in there. 

When Kogami was done, it made you realize just how serious he took his hygiene. Any trace of dried-up blood that stained his skin was gone. You could even smell your shampoo in the dark-colored hair that fell in his face. It was as if he didn’t arrive at your house like he had just got finished battling his own demons. You sat on one side of your sofa, dabbing the cotton ball on the cut on Kogami’s forehead. You could hear him wince at your action. “Sorry,” You mumbled as you placed the cotton ball on the table, and then you’re grabbing the ointment to put some ointment on the cut. 

“You never told me why you’re here?” You questioned as you were using a q-tip to rub the ointment on the cut. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy seeing your face after so many years. But, why come visit now?” 

You have gone through so much alone and without him. On some days like the day your father was killed—you wanted to see him so badly. You wanted to call Kogami, but you knew with the riots of people questioning the Sibyl System, his hands were full. With his silence to your question, you assumed that he was here because of work. It wouldn’t be shocking that a mission with his job would lead him to come to you bloody and look like he’s been in a war. However, you were sure that he could have gotten better treatment at his job from professionals.

“I’m leaving town, Y/N,” Kogami firmly said as he shifted his head to the side to look at you.

“What? Like on a mission or?” Your voice trails off as your finger pushes his face back to look straight. 

You hated when he gave you that look. A look of worry on how you’ll take the news. He gave you a similar look when he sat across a table in front of you stating that he was cutting ties with you for the sake of his job and your safety. Was this a similar reason? Was he trying to protect you? 

“No.” He stated as he looked at you. “I did something that landed me in some trouble at my job. So I have to go.” 

You were putting the stuff back into the first aid kit trying to process what he was saying. He did something wrong so therefore he had to leave town. 

“Oh.” was the only thing you could muster up to say.

You could feel a sad pit grow in your stomach. Your emotions were hitting you all at once and you didn’t know what to say or do. You couldn’t understand why he would come to your place to tell you this. He could have just left without a word, but here he was giving you this news. Your eyes began to water but you were quick to use the sleeve to the long sleeve shirt you were wearing. Once again Kogami was giving you that look of sorrow. It was the same soft look he gave you when he was forced to break your heart into a million pieces for the sake of your safety. 

You were forced to think about all the memories you two shared, more specifically the ones where you two were younger. You two were insufferable, joint by the hip no matter what and now he was finally tugging away from you one last time, but this time it could be the tug that broke you two apart forever. 

“I can’t believe you spend your money on those silly toy vending machines,” Seventeen year old you said as you rolled your eyes at your best friend. 

He’s been giving you silly little toy capsules from a toy vending machine in front of the local grocery store since the two of you were twelve. You always rolled your eyes playfully at the gesture, but you never threw away any of them since. You had a small box filled with bracelets, small soldier figurines, mini plastic balls, and so much more. 

“I want a specific one.” Kogami sighed as he leaned forward to take some of your food off your plate.

“Why won’t you just ask them to open the damn thing?” You asked.

“That would be cheating,” Kogami said. “I’ll get what I want eventually,” He says, giving you a sly grin.

“I don’t want to have to upgrade my box full of them. So whatever toy you’re trying to give to me Ko, please don’t. I appreciate the gesture, but god the box filled with the others is getting full.” You whined before sipping at your drink.

“Oh, so you actually do keep them? Last time you told me you just trash them,” Kogami’s eyes had a curious glint in them.

You felt the blood in your body rush to your face. It felt like it grew ten times hotter when he said that. “I started keeping them when you first gave them to me when we were younger and so why stop now?” You said with a shrug.

You only gained a hum from him before he’s sipping his drink and going back to eating the fries off your plate. 

“What did you do?” You asked. “It had to be something bad for you to come to me like this and confess that you’re leaving after years of us not seeing each other.” 

“It was considered ethically bad to them, but it’s what he deserved,” He bluntly admitted. 

“He?” You asked. 

“Mhm.” He simply said. He noticed the look you were giving him and he slumped backward on your sofa. “Please don’t ask any questions about it, I just need to rest up before I leave.”

“Okay.” You firmly said before sighing. “I’m not going to question anymore of whatever is going on. I know you’ll only give me that long lecture about it will only put my life in danger, blah..blah..blah—the same speech you gave me years ago.” You stood up to put the first aid kit back to its rightful place, also being sure to trash any bloody cotton balls and gauzes. 

You heard Kogami chuckle before he’s making himself comfortable on your couch that was obviously too small for him. He could have just slept in your bed, it wouldn’t have been the first time you two shared a bed. “You ate? My mom dropped off some curry and rice earlier. If I recall, you used to love her cooking when we were younger.” You asked from the kitchen. 

Kogami who was attempting to sleep off the brutalizing pain of the bumps and falls he’s taken today would only say, “No. I just want to sleep.” 

Silence overcame the two friends before a grumble erupted from Kogami’s stomach that caused you to giggle. “I’ll heat you some anyway so you can eat. To be honest, you can probably take the whole container for your trip out of the city. I think my mom is trying to curry me to death because it was my dad's favorite meal.” You explained while you were making a plate of food for Kogami. 

“Was?” He asked. He had given up attempting to sleep, his forearm pushing him upward to look at you walking around the kitchen. 

“Yeah, he died.” You sighed as you placed the plate in the microwave. “He just was at the wrong place at the wrong time when it got hectic during those riots,” You said. 

You noticed the twitch in Kogami’s lip before he’s leaning right back to lay on the couch that was too big for him. “Sorry for your lost,” He said out loud. “I feel bad for missing the funeral,” He adds. 

“It’s only my fault. I wanted to call you so badly.” You leaned against your kitchen counter. “But, I couldn’t muster up the courage to do so. With the riots, I just thought you would have too much on your plate.” You explained.

The familiar aroma of your mom’s curry swirled around your apartment. It was a smell that brought back memories from when he was younger and your parents always opened their home for him to come over. 

“I would have made time to come you know,” Kogami said.

“I know.” You simply sighed. Your heart felt heavy in your chest but you took the opportunity to use the hot plate of food being ready to change the subject. 

You place the food on the coffee table and also grab him something to drink. “Dig in, this could be the last time you taste it.” 

You sat back down on the floor continuing to do what you were doing before he arrived. You could hear the sound of Kogami’s utensils scraping away at the plate and his low chewing sound while you two basked in each other's silence.

“How have you been though? Other than being the obvious rule breaker you are?” Your eyes glanced up at him tapping your ballpoint pen on the table. 

You didn’t particularly want to know more details that landed him on your couch and on the run, you just needed to know how he was behind that cold heart of his. You couldn’t imagine what he has witnessed considering his job to society. 

“I’m okay.” He simply said before he stood up to go wash the dish he was used. 

You chuckled to yourself at both his answer and his actions. He was still the same boy you’ve known since you were younger. You could hear him shuffling around your apartment while you were making notes in your planning book. You could hear him from the bathroom, “Where are your spare toothbrushes?” He yelled from the bathroom. 

“Check the closet near the bathroom.” You responded. 

Once again you heard his footsteps scattering around your apartment and eventually he returned plopping down on the floor in front of you. You could feel his eyes staring a hole into you. “What are you working on?” He asked.

Before you could answer his question, he slid the notebook towards himself. His eyes looking at your lesson plan for the week. “I still can believe that you’re really a teacher. When we were in high school, your eyes practically lit up seeing little children.” 

Your cheeks flushed while you were clicking your pen. “I mean, you had your dream and I had mine.” You grabbed your notebook back. 

Now that the two of you were going down memory lane, you managed to get sidetracked from your lesson planning. “Remember you used to collect those toy capsules things? I still would like to know.” 

Kogami leaned forward resting his elbow on the wooden coffee table. “Know what?” He asked. 

“Was there like a certain toy you were trying to get?” You asked. 

“It was, but I gave up once I became an inspector.” He admits. 

“Oh.” Your lips formed a perfect ‘o’ shape before you’re speaking once more, “Such a weird thing to do.” 

“And they were very weird for you to collect.” Kogami playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“I couldn’t just throw them away, you kept giving them to me. It would feel like I’m throwing our friendship away or something.” You shrugged. “It’s nice to talk to you again even though it’s going to end pretty soon.” 

“They’re going to know I came here.” Kogami sighs realizing that the light banter between you two was slowly being masked by the fact that he was on the run. 

“I know.” You said. “So, why’d you come here? You haven’t contacted me in years to protect me—but suddenly think stopping by my home when you’re on the run is the best thing to do.” 

Once again the two of you bask in that comfortable silence you were a little too familiar with.

“I love you. I couldn’t just leave without telling you this.”

“It’s not fair for you to say this when you’re about to leave. That’s just so reckless of you, you know I’m an overthinker. Now you’re going to be on the run and I’m going have to worry about you because you’re so in love with me.” Your nervous rambling was interrupted by his soft plush lips on yours. 

It took you by shock because you haven’t felt his lips on yours in a long time. You hated to admit that it was a feeling you missed as years went on without him being in your life. Your body leaned against the coffee table before you’re breaking apart completely. It didn’t take long before you were crawling to be in his arms once again. Lips connecting with quickness as the kisses grew even more passionate before the uneventful events traveled to your bedroom. 

With each soft kiss on your lips, you couldn’t help but let out soft whimpers wanting more. You were aware that tonight was your last night with him and you probably wouldn’t see him anymore. Your bodies intertwined with each other as clothes littered the floor with each passing section, the two of you so prepared to finally become one. Fingers grasping for each other and faint whimpers when being touched in the right spot. It was as if Kogami and yourself weren’t apart for many years prior. It was as if he was expressing a hidden love for you with each kiss, nibble, and lick he pressed upon your delicate flesh. As the minutes passed, you realized that Kogami was you doing such lewd things with Kogami was your first in a while. 

Kogami was your first everything. He was the first boy whose hand you held, even though some would say it didn’t count because he was your line buddy in elementary school. Your first kiss when you two were fifteen and played seven minutes in heaven at a friend’s party. Obviously, he was the one that took your virginity in the backseat of your mom’s car after you got your driver’s license. Some would question why exactly you two weren’t dating. You never knew the answer to that question, but Kogami did. 

He couldn’t have you intertwined in the danger of his job. Any criminal could have used you for leverage. Shogo Makishima could have dangled you right in front of Kogami’s eyes without care and he wouldn’t have been able to sleep at night if that was to happen. Although the man was dead—it still sent a treacherous chill down Kogami’s spine at the thought of that happening. That dangerous feeling that sat heavily on Kogami’s heart went away when he felt the tip of his cock teasing at your drooling entrance. 

The moon peaked through the sheer curtains in your bedroom, but he still had a perfect view of your gorgeous face. A beautiful sight of seeing the way your kiss swollen lips gasped apart feeling his plump tip finally push itself upon your gummy walls. The grip upon your thigh was a little familiar, forcing you to remember the heat of the moment of losing your virginity in a similar position years ago. 

Your lips gasped apart feeling him inch slowly towards kissing your cervix. Your fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his forearm that was prompt near you. His eyes soften seeing your teeth graze at your lower lip. His fingertips trace alongside your soft skin before speaking. “You okay? I can stop, if it—” His words were interjected by your arms snaking around his neck to bring his face closer for you to kiss him. 

He broke the kiss suddenly to pay attention to pleasing you. His thrust grew a bit quicker and his hold onto you was a bit tighter. Hearing your pretty moans was a form of motivation for him. His free hand that wasn’t pinning you down was grasping at the headboard to help his thrusts. 

“Fuck—you sound so pretty,” Kogami said through the sound of his own pants.

His jet black hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat droplets that cumulated upon his forehead. His cock was coated with your slick which caused it to be so easier for the tip of his cock to tap at that spot that caused your toes to curl. The pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other was attempting to overpower your wooden headboard that was crashing upon the wall. 

You could feel yourself about to cum. Your stomach formed the most pleasurable knots and you wanted to explode so badly. Your legs quivered under Kogami’s body as he brought his hand in between your sweated-coated bodies. You felt him rub on your throbbing clit in a circular motion. Your body felt like it was going into complete shock feeling the sudden pressure upon your slit. 

“Say it,” Kogami said with each word that rolled off his tongue, he was sure to add in a couple more rough thrusts. 

“Say what?” Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip holding back the moan you wanted to let out. 

The strokes Kogami was handing to you slowed down, but the movement on your clit sped up. Your body reacted naturally to arch off the bed your bare body was on, but Kogami only pinned you back down to continue what he was doing. He’s leaning down so his face is buried into the crook of your neck, enduring the sweet scent of you. You could feel him placing smug kisses on your neck before his pace quickened.  “Those three words.” 

His comment sent a chill down your spine as you could feel yourself pulse around his cock. Kogami didn’t stop now that your walls clenched around him beautifully, but it didn’t take him long before he’s coming down from his own high of being inside you. 

Your naked bodies were connected with each other like a puzzle that was finally completed. Your head was laying on his chest tracing random shapes on his toned abdomen. You realized that drowsiness have finally swept upon your body when you let out a yawn, but you couldn’t forget to repeat those three words back at Kogami. 

“I love you.” was the last thing you told Kogami before your eyes fluttered closed. 

The following morning, you could feel the sun kiss your bare skin. Your limbs ached with love bites and marks while your eyes slowly fluttered open. Your head reached next to you, expecting to be met with Kogami-toned body parts, but you could only feel emptiness and your sheets. You finally sat up covering your naked body with the thin sheets on your body. The scent of Kogami imprinted on your skin and you felt lightheaded remembering what happened last night. 

He was gone. 

Nonetheless, his actions last night were a perfect goodbye for you—it would have been nice for him to kiss you one last time. As you were about to climb out of bed to start your Saturday, you noticed something on your nightstand. Your arm reached to grab the small toy capsule and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. You brought it up to your ear to shake it, whatever that was inside bounced off the insides of the capsules. You opened it out of curiosity to see the toy ring. It was made out of plastic and couldn’t even fit on your finger, but you couldn’t help but smile at it. 

Finally, you realized that this was the toy he spent years using his coins trying to get. You let your body collapse back into the fluffiness of your mattress as you held the small toy ring up in the air with a smile on your face.

That was Kogami Shinya for you. 

The force with which he is pulled grows and it’s not just him being pulled back anymore, the trash and part of the fire escape in front of him are moving towards him as well. He shoots a web at the concrete wall directly in front of him, trying to move away and glance back at whatever is behind him. A black portal, there’s colors and shapes he can’t really make out but one thing he knows is that the portal is getting bigger. Almost half of his body is inside it now, the other half trying really hard to pull himself back out by shooting more webs anywhere he can. But his efforts are not enough, a few seconds later all of them snap and he is swallowed whole by the wall behind him and moving incredibly fast through what seems to be galaxies grouped together with spiderwebs.

Peter feels like he’s being shot out of a cannon, his eyes shut tight by the sheer force in which he’s moving forward. His arms are pressed tightly to his sides, his legs straight behind him until he’s falling from the sky at an incredible speed. That’s when his reflexes kick in and he opens his eyes just in time to shoot a web at a billboard to soften his fall. He stabilizes himself and looks around at the times square screens surrounding him, only that these are completely different than the ones he sees every day. More importantly, it’s already nightfall, which confuses him even more as he was pretty sure it was around noon just a couple of seconds ago. Scanning the screens for some kind of explanation, Peter turns around and all of the air in his lungs disappears in an instant. There you were, beautiful as always on the screen above him, the problem was that the breaking news tagline under the picture says you’re dead. Spider-Woman, Y/N L/N dead at age 25.

Wait, 25? That’s not right, you’re 23 not 25. Most importantly, you’re not dead. No, you can’t be! Spider Woman?! What is happening!

His mind is trying to process everything that’s happening. Is there actually a chance that he’s in another dimension, and that the portal was the one that got him there? If so, why only him and who is messing with the multiverse? Peter pushes all of this to the back of his mind, his heart is beating wildly in his chest and there is one answer he really needs right now. He shoots a web at a building and makes his way to Manhattan’s graveyard, New York city’s streets a blur as he swings by them. Until an intense pain rushes through his body and he misses the building he was aiming at and he falls face first in the snow. The snowbank is just outside of the graveyard and he ignores the pain he felt as he runs towards the Spiderman balloons hovering above a tombstone.

Y/N L/N, (1995 - 2020)

“No.” Peter falls to his knees, a hand hovering over your name. He takes off his mask and covers his face with his hands. He can’t explain the sobs that are leaving his lips, or why his heart feels completely shattered by this news. “No, this isn’t real. Wake up!”

He slaps himself to try and leave this nightmare, but it doesn’t work. He really is stuck in another dimension where one of the most important people in his life died. He knows this isn’t his Y/N, it’s another version of her but his brain is taking some time to catch up. Peter lets himself cry, he cries for what feels like hours and he’s run out of tears. Not only that but his spider sense makes him look up and be alert of his surroundings once again. Wiping his eyes and putting his mask back on, Peter follows the feeling. He leaves the graveyard and walks down towards Brooklyn until he’s in front of a diner. There’s a teenager there, he has dark curly hair and is wearing a too-small Spiderman. He’s also sitting next to an older man, who just ate a burger in two bites. The man is also wearing a Spiderman suit, but he’s paired it with an olive trench coat and sweatpants. Huh? Peter goes in and his spider sense tingles again, making both Spidermen look up.

“You’re like me,” They say in unison.

The older man stands up and places a hand on his shoulder. “Hey man, are you okay?”

“Why am I here?” Peter asks instead of answering.

“Come and sit down, it’s been a weird day for all of us.” He guides him to the table and pushes a plate of fries towards him. “This is Miles,” He motions towards the dark haired teenager who extends his hands.

“Hey, I’m Miles. Sort of the Spiderman of this dimension.” Peter takes his hands and shakes it once before he lets go.

“I’m Peter Parker.” He says and the older man chuckles. “What?”

“I’m Peter B. Parker, the Spiderman of another dimension.” Is all he says extending his hand towards Peter who shakes it briefly. “Like I said, weird day.”

Peter takes his mask off and looks at Miles. “You’re the Spiderman of this dimension? What about Y/N? What happened to Y/N?” His voice cracks on the last question but he doesn’t care.

“Oh man, this is probably so confusing for you. I’m assuming you’re married to Y/N in your dimension as well?” Miles asks.

“Not married, she’s my girlfriend.” Peter shakes his head. “We’re married in this dimension?”

Miles nods, “Yeah, you spoke at her funeral and all. Kingpin killed her last night because she was trying to destroy his collider, I- I was there and she gave me the override key. I promised her I’ll destroy the collider for her, I need to keep that promise.”

Peter closes his eyes and nods, after taking a deep breath he opens them and addresses both Spidermen in front of him. “I’ll help you, for this Y/N and to get back to my Y/N.”

The older Peter smiles and nods, “We’re going to Alchemax, to steal the code we need to fix the override key.”

“Fix it?” Peter asks confused, rubbing his tired eyes from crying. If he feels tired and broken, he wonders how tired Y/N’s husband feels.

“Yeah, it broke.” Miles grimaces but Peter shrugs.

“It’s okay, we’ll make a new on–” Peter stops talking as he glitches again, the same happening to Peter B in front of him. “Man, that hurt.”

“We need to go. You guys need to get back to your dimensions.” Miles says standing up. “We can swing to Alchemax, you guys can show me the ropes.”

Peter B laughs, “Swing there? You have a lot to learn kid. Come on other Peter, let’s get us home.”

Peter stands up, putting his mask back on and following the other two spidermen, it’s still a lot to process but if it gets him back to you he’ll just go along with whatever Peter B’s plan is.

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idk if its good or if anyone wants to be tagged but hey I liked the concept 

“Huh?!” Thanks to his spider-senses, he took a strong hold onto his rod, as it suddenly jerked forward almost sending him over into the water. A hot, gasp of a laugh escaped his lips as he stood up and began to pull and reel in the fish. It was a heavy one, he could feel it tugging the other way. His hands circled in the reel for moment before pulling at the rod and repeating the action a few times. Beads of sweat began to form, even with the coolness of the breeze hitting his soft cheeks.

Mr Seagull stood up suddenly and began squawking loudly. It bounced on the spot and flapped its wings with excitement.

A groan vibrated against the boy’s throat as he tightened his grip on the rod and pulled again, hard. He gritted his teeth as a ball of sweat rolled down the side of his face, reaching his chin in no time.

“Shit,” He muttered under his breath, “This one’s... really got some strrrength.”

With one last grunt he pulled upward, revealing… fingers? His brows furrowed for a moment as he reeled and pulled again, revealing a hand.

“Oh. My...”

A H/C object began to rise from the water, suddenly revealing beautiful E/C eyes.

He dropped his rod subconsciously, entranced by the shy creature staring right back at him. Mr Seagull gave a hearty squawk as the rod hit the deck with a loud thud, causing the bird to fly up into the air. Peter couldn’t move. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Neither could you. A real human? Your soft hand gripped the sinker, curiously fiddling with it, making sure not to latch onto the sharp hook.

“H-Hi—”

Your head was just merely out of the water before he had spoken, and you hurriedly pushed yourself back under. Your heart pounded. The human spoke!

After a moment of silence, you peeked up again, only letting your eyes emerge. The human was still staring at you, with these big, brown eyes, that you just couldn’t seem to shake off.

“H-Hey you don’t have to hide...” He spoke softly and slowly, allowing you to process and familiarise with him. Both his voice and his eyes seemed to hold sincerity. “I-uh- I-I’m, I’m, I’m Peter.”

Bubbles popped by your face, squirting into your eyes, as you repeated his name below the water. You watched intently, as he began to lower himself, curling those legs of his under him and he sat. The seagull had followed the human’s actions and lay down just beside him, keeping one eye on your figure.

No thought had come through your actions; you couldn’t stop yourself as you cautiously moved toward the two, keeping only your eyes above the water, and holding tightly onto the sinker. The Peter human seemed to smile sweetly as you approached him. It was contagious, you couldn’t help but smile back, though he hadn’t seen the emotion until you had come a little closer, letting the rest of your head rise out from the salty liquid.

Your eyes trailed down from his large eyes down to his lips that held the shape of an ‘o’. You raised from the water a little more, uncovering the light pinky-purple scales that adorned your S/C skin; across your neck, under your collarbone and over your shoulders.

The gasp that he had held inside his throat had finally been let out, as you stared at him intently. He was mesmerised by your skin, yearning to feel the scales that were now glistening under the soft sunlight that began to creep ever so slowly over the horizon.

Mr Seagull cooed as your figure came to a stop just a half a metre away from the dock. You were so close.

“Is this a dream?” Peter asked unwillingly aloud.

With a hesitant, shy shake of your head you smiled up at the human and responded with the most angelic voice Peter had ever heard in his life. “Only if you want it to be.” You spoke. He was having a conversation with a mermaid for-crying-out-loud!

The young man cleared his throat and shifted his seating position, accidentally touching the side of Mr Seagull’s body, causing the small creature to let out a small cluck of a sort. This caused you to giggle the slightest bit. If it wasn’t for the peacefulness in the morning, he wouldn’t have had the chance to hear such a heavenly noise. “Are you — Why are you alone?”

“Oh,” A somewhat red hue burst into the skin of your cheeks and you turned away from him for a moment, fiddling subconsciously with the sinker, “I am not really supposed to be alone… or even allowed to be alone, for that matter.”

He pursed his lips and nodded sheepishly, as you steadily twisted your head back around to him, capturing his cute brown eyes with your own stunning E/C ones.

“W-Well, i-it’s nice to umm… It’s nice to meet you!”

With a tilt of your head you grinned at him, showing straight pearly whites. Peter wondered whether there was anything about you that wasn’t perfect.

“It is very nice to meet you too… Pete- Peter?”

He chuckled as he gave you a nod of confirmation, grinning back at you. Oh my gosh he was talking to a mermaid.

“Oh! Iforgottointroducemyselftoo!” You yelled hurriedly, only to result in the boys small laugh. It was an adorable noise, a noise you hadn’t heard in a while. Your people had a tendency not to laugh, so you grew bored down at your home and decided to explore the human world.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N…”

The name fell from his lips as if it was always made to be said by him. As if you were destined to be in this moment in time.

“You umm… you have really pretty scales…”

You squeaked at the sudden compliment, covering yourself back up in water. Only your eyes peeked out again as you could feel your cheeks heat up.

“S-SORRY! Did I— Did I do something wrong?” He held genuine concern, as he had subconsciously brought his hand out, clearly marking the short distance you two had between each other. You were closer to him than he had thought, as his hand had almost touched you, even though he was sitting higher up on the deck.

The splashing of the water echoed as you shook your head furiously, “I-I... No one has ever said that to me before. Well, no one really has ever said anything nice to me before.”

“What?!” Peter laughed in disbelief, catching you off guard unwillingly, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, how has nobody said anything to you?!”

“Really? I-I am the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?”

He hurriedly ducked his head and brought his hand up to the back of his neck, playing with the small curls which stuck out at the bottom. “Um-Well yeah. Y-Yeah. Yeah you are. I-I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Your voice grew bubbly as the corners of your eyes crinkled at his sheepish outburst. Your fins pushed against the water, as you moved a little closer to him. As your hand, which held the sinker, lifted out from the small waves, Peter’s hand, which rubbed the back of his neck, began to lower (A/N: That sentence was disgusting in terms of commas).

“Thank you for your kind words, Peter and… what is this thing?” You asked, as you held up the silver object.

“Oh that’s a- that’s a sinker. It allows me to know when a fish’s been caught. It floats around and then just sinks down, like this,” He pouted his lips, passing a ’shh’ noise through his teeth and used his animated hands to demonstrate how it works.

“Wow…” You breathed, taking a moment to look at Peter’s hands, before gazing back at the sinker in your own skin and scaled fingers. “Well, this belongs to you.”

Peter froze, the only thing moving was his heart and your form in the water. You came right up to the edge of the dock. One of your hands had gripped the wooden edge, as your other raised the object up to the human.

Mr Seagull watched curiously as the young man hadn’t even moved to retrieve the sinker from you. He was absolutely out of it and the bird knew it. Mr Seagull’s wings spread, hitting against his thigh over and over again. He didn’t budge, so as a last resort you watched as the small feathery creature stood up and began to peck at his knees.

“Ow… Ow, ow! OW! Mr Seagull stop!” With a sudden shriek from the male, the bird simply waddled back to his spot and lay back down.

The eyebrows on your sea-kissed forehead flew up and your bottom lip had found itself between your teeth. Your cheeks puffed out, trying hard not to giggle as you shook the sinker in front of the boy’s face. “H...Here.”

“Oh... oh, thank you, Y/N.” He reluctantly extended his hand and gently wrapped his fingers around it. His forefinger had only just barely brushed against your pinkie, but a hot sensation had surged through your body, down to the end of your fin.

“No problem.” Suddenly, your ears perked at a strange whirring noise. Peter had heard it too as he twisted his torso around.

“C-crap!” He spun straight back around to you, his eyes wide and his chest moved with force. “You have to go Y/N. It’s Mr Hodges.”

“Hodges?”

“He’s the owner of this dock. I don’t what he’ll do if he sees you, but I just don’t want him to hurt you.”

“B-But you will be here tomorrow, right? I have seen you always come here early and you have yet to catch a fish.” Thought you were saddened to leave so suddenly, your teeth shown brightly.

“Yeah,” He sheepishly giggled, returning his hand to the back of his neck, “I’ll always be here. Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Of course!”

The door of Mr Hodges car shut abruptly behind Peter and he quickly leaned down to your form. “Go now, Y/N.”

“Okay,” Your lowered your voice, and the boy could’ve sworn you had a cheeky glint in your eyes, “Goodbye Peter.”

Mr Seagull squawked as you splashed down into the sea water and disappeared, the bird already missed your presence. Peter sighed; out of exhaustion and out of sheer delight.

The sun was finally out now, the young man noticed, time had just flown. There was no sign of darkness.

“Ah, Peter! Good morning, son. Any luck this morning?”

“Oh! Morning Mr Hodges! I-I-umm... No, no luck. Still no luck, sir.”

The large bearded man, let a hearty chuckle pass through his stained teeth as he lifted up his pants by the belt, “That’s a darn pity, son... You will get there eventually, don’t you worry now.” With a wink, the man grabbed his belongings and headed toward the small shed just beside the peer, where many more fishing equipment was stored inside.

Though, Peter wasn’t worrying at all. He had been fortunate enough to catch himself a mermaid. A kind and curiously cute mermaid that he had spoken to and seen with his own eyes. He was going to see you again.

Now that’s not just any fish.

Part 2

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Peter was just trying to hang out with his significant other and finish up all of his homework, but then he heard the most piercing screech in his ear. Like, a break-the-sound-barrier type of scream. 

“WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK, GET IT AWAY FROM ME!” You were pressed up against the wall, removing your left shoe and pointing it at the ground as if it was a dangerous projectile.

“You kids alright in there?” Aunt May yelled from the kitchen.

“We’re okay!” Peter replied, leaning over the bed to take a look at what you were screaming at. 

“I’M NOT! THERE’S A FREAKING SPIDER IN FRONT OF ME! GET IT THE HELL AWAY!” You bent down as if to hit it, but drew back with a yelp as it scuttered in a different direction.

Peter took a moment to process what was going on. Oh, the irony. Sweet, sweet irony.

“You’re… scared?” His face broke into the most shit-eating grin you had ever seen in your life. “Oh my god, you’re scared of spiders! This is the best thing I’ve heard all day!”

You glared at him and threw the shoe into his lap. “STOP SMILING. THIS IS SERIOUS. PLEASE KILL IT!” You looked around the floor, checking it for the location of the tiny arachnid. Thankfully, it was off on the the wall on the other side of the room, but if it came any closer you’d definitely scream again.

Peter got up, handing the shoe back to you. “This is great. I’m never going to forget this. I can’t believe you’re dating freaking Spider-man, and you’re scared of spiders?”

You averted his gaze and crossed your arms with a huff. “You’re not actually a spider. If you had eight arms, that’d be freaky, but you don’t. So your point isn’t valid.”

He snorted. “Your face isn’t valid.”

You punched his arm. “You’re not an actual spider! You got bit by one, that doesn’t make you a spider. You don’t lay eggs and your webs don’t come out of your body, you made them! Why you chose this gimmick is BEYOND me.” You glanced nervously at the spider lounging about in the corner. “Are you gonna kill that thing or what?”

He looked up at it and shrugged. “I’m gonna just, let my bro over there chill. Or sis. i don’t know their life.”

You growled. “Peter Parker, get that spider out of this room or SO HELP ME, I’m going to leave and never come back!”

He held up his hands in surrender, “Okay fine! I’ll do it.” 

“Finally.”

He leaned in for a kiss, but you placed a hand on his face and stopped him. “Nuh-uh. No kisses until that spider is out of the room.”

He pulled back and kissed your hand. “Ha!” You wrenched your hand away and glared at him again, making sure to make it even more menacing than usual. He pouted. “Fineeeee. I’ll get it out.” 

He turned to the spider and spoke to it as if it could understand him, “Sorry buddy, you have to go. I’ll open the door so you can exit.”

To your surprise, the spider left, crawling out the opened door, which Peter shut the moment it was gone. He turned to you with a smug smile. You stared at him in shock.

“Peter.”

He walked to you, grabbing your hands and leaning in, that smug smile still on his face. “Yes, Y/N?”

You were nose to nose, gazing into his eyes with an incomprehensible look. 

“What the heck was that?”

Before he could answer, he pulled you in for a kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in tighter. You opened your eyes, pouting as he pulled away, all of your previous anger having melted away. 

“Well, to answer your question, you are dating the Spider-man.” 

You pressed a light kiss to his nose and smiled. “Yes. Yes I am.” 

Day 1

It started off simple enough, the first few days would be normal for us and then it would get a bit more challenging after that. We knew this going in, and we talked about it majority of November. The pent up sexual urges we both had led the conversation.

“So will wet dreams count or no? Because I lost a few times this past month because of them.” he asked, spinning around in his desk chair.

“Mmmm, yeah I think they’ll count towards you. Not saying you should resort to having fifteen sex dreams a night or anything, but it might help to have one or two every now and then. I can only be up for so much.” its not that I wasn’t excited about sex, I just knew I would get bored of it every day, multiple times a day. He needed to be self sufficient.

“Do you want me to do what we always do? Like, do you want me to make the 2:1 ratio of your orgasms to mine?” Peter always talked so technical, as if we weren’t doing this partly for shits and giggles.

“God no, its destroy dick december, and I don’t have a dick. This month is all about you, baby.” I crawled over to him from my place on the floor. “We should start, I’ve planned the first day to be real special.” He gave me a confused look but agreed and sat on the bed. I stood up in front of him, unbuttoning my sweater to reveal a lace bra. It was sheer against my breast, the cold air making my nipples buck up against the fabric. “You’ve gotta tell May to fix that heater.” I laughed.

He stared at me, hands in his lap. “Please keep going.” he begged. Usually, speaking when not spoken to would have been an automatic restraining. But that night wasn’t the usual, it was supposed to be a love filled night. I tugged down my jeans, revealing the matching bottoms of my lingerie.

He looked at me as though the reincarnate of Athena herself were standing in front of him, he always did. I climbed on top of his lap, his hands immediately grasping my ass to keep me stable. My arms snaked around his neck , pressing my body closer to his. As the warmth radiating from his skin wrapped around me, I realized that this was giving me deja vu of our first time together. The light touches, my body against his, the urge to go slow but the fact that we only have so long until May comes home. Yeah, this was just like that.

We rarely skipped any foreplay, but I needed him wrapped around my body as soon as possible, and most importantly, inside of my body. I kiss him for a while, letting hands roam and tongue explore. I could feel him underneath me. I could feel how much he felt the same way as I did.

I lay back on his mattress, feeling the cold air once again as he stood to strip. A few bruises decorated his muscular frame, but we’d fucked with much worse wounds. With much less care as I would use that night. He kicked off the blue striped boxers, climbing into bed so he was placed with my legs on either side of him. He kissed me this time, fiddling with the hooks on my back. I could feel him smile when they finally pulled apart, a triumph for the boy. As he slid himself inside of me I wrapped my legs around his waist. The familiar pressure below my stomach, the soft brush of his hip bones against my clit, the sweat making our bodies stick together. I let it all sink in as I laid there. He thrusted with his own steady pace, and I didn’t ask him to change it. I didn’t realize my eyes were shut until he whispered “Open your eyes, baby.” and brushed the hair out of my face. Of course I complied, meeting his eyes with mine immediately. He was close, his hips started getting sloppy, and the grip he had on the sheet made me worried he would rip it.

“Are you close?” I whispered, he made a small whimper signaling that yes, he in fact was. “Cum inside of me, Peter. Wanna be filled with you.” As if I had just hacked the magic code, he released with a loud groan. Staying inside of me, he collapsed and put his head in the crook of my neck.

“I think the next few days will be easy.” He said.

Day 7

Seven, seven? How was I going to manage to help Peter cum seven times that day? I was tired, I was sore from day five and day six, and most importantly I only had so many functions. At this point, I was just a hole and maybe a mouth, but it was all for the cause.

We facetimed in the morning, getting the first two out of the way. I came over in the afternoon, did one round in missionary, did one where I was on top and he thrusted, we only had three to go.

“Pete I need a break, well, my vagina needs one. How are you feeling?” I asked, my hand rubbing his shoulder. I noticed that his face turned red. “How fucking short of a refractory period did the spider bite give you?”

“Uh, y’know like a minute.” He said quietly. I laughed and sunk to my knees.

“Let me take care of you, of course with you doing all the work.” his pants had been discarded a while ago, and I only wore his shirt and my underwear. While yes, I was tired, he would be sensitive now so it wouldn’t be like a fifteen minute endeavor like usual. I grabbed his hands, placing them on my head. “Fuck my face?” he pulled in a sharp breath and stuck his cock into my open mouth.

He had my nose pressed up against his pubic bone, and my hands were flat against his thigh. He thrusted once, earning a grotesque gagging noise from me. This repeated until I was covered in my own spit, my nose running from the constant gagging. He forced my head onto him again, and held it there while his cum dripped down my throat.

Two to go.

Day 14

Mutual masterbation didn’t solve everything, but it could help. We could be across the room from each other, just getting ourselves off while the other benefited. I pushed my skirt up while I was sitting on his bed, him sitting on the chair a few feet away. It caught his attention as a soft moan left my lips. His head snapped towards me, smiling and proceeding to tug his jeans down. I watched him stroke up and down on his cock, and he watched me rub the sensitive bud between my legs. Neither of us really said anything, our moans filled the room as I came undone and he exploded with a few more tugs. Sex hadn’t lost its meaning or its appeal, it was just a bit too strenuous for me to do that many times.

Day 20

By day twenty, we were both sensitive. It felt like we would only stop having any sexual contact when we slept. And even then I was still considering letting him fuck me in my sleep so we could keep with the score. It hadn’t gotten to that point yet, but I spent the night after day nineteen, so I awoke to Peter laying next to me. He no longer got morning wood, but it wouldn’t take that much to fix it. I watched him sleep, enjoying the peace and warmth that our bodies radiated. He stirred awake, and suddenly that peace was over.

“Peter, I’ve been thinking.” I said with my arms wrapped around him. “If you wanna go ahead and call it quits on this challenge-“

“No, I want to complete it. You can tap out of course, but I want to complete it.” He interrupted, a serious look painting his face.

“I wanna help you complete it.” I sat up and strattled his lap, my underwear and his pajama pants were the only things keeping our skin from touching. I could feel the hardness under my ass, and I wiggled my hips a bit to tease him. “Remember when we first got together, how we would dry hump all the time?” I started grinding on him, biting my lip from the pleasure. I could feel how bad he needed me, the proof was rubbing against my cunt. He was quiet, obviously trying to make this last. I pressed down harder and earned a whimper. The more I moved and the harder I pressed, the louder he was. When his eyes rolled back into his head and I felt a wet spot on my thigh, I knew that his first orgasm of that day was in his pants. It felt good.

Day 27

Anytime Peter was under me I had him whimpering. I kept giving him handjobs, let him rut against me when I was lazy, the usual. His whimpers had become more high pitched, as I continued to rub his cock with my spit well after he had cum he would almost yelp. His hips would buck up, he would try and squirm away and he would screw his eyes shut. On the 25th orgasm of that day, he sobbed. I hadn’t given him a break since the fifteenth orgasm, and he was feeling the effects of it. As soon as I saw the tears fall from his beautiful eyes, I stopped and checked in.

“You okay, baby?” I rubbed his thigh in a loving manor.

“Ye-yes. Feels so good when you do that. Im in Heaven right now.” He sounded tired, but insisted I continue. His tears wouldn’t cease after that day.

Day 31

We were done. Finally done. Well, almost at least. We had made twenty nine that new years eve, and on that twenty ninth, a strange thing happened. Peters hips faultered, he cried a bit, and he slumped over when he came. The only thing that didn’t happen was the actual white liquid. His body ran out it seemed. We decided to save the last one for later in the evening. Send the year off with a bang if you will. But, even the last orgasm was dry. I felt proud of myself and I know he felt embarrassed.

January 1st

The day without sex was much needed. Peter and I went on a date where I didn’t get fucked immediately after for the first time in a month. He also wore a metaphorical badge of honor for his dedication to Destroy Dick December. I didn’t know how long it would take for us to even dry hump again, but at least my boy was happy.

“I-I have one idea.”

You suddenly stopped, slipping your thumb out of your mouth with a pop, looking up at the masked hero with large eyes.

His hand had come up to hide behind his neck as he stepped forward from your desk, letting his feet take him closer to your frozen figure. “Maybe you could practice on me.”

Your eyes widened and you stiffened up further if it was even possible. You felt the butterflies in your stomach spawn, closing in your ability to breath properly and keep you from speaking sooner. It was such a risky idea, but so good. “Puh-puh-practice…? On you?! You’ve probably kissed so many girls before! A-And plus, wouldn’t that mean I’m cheating on Peter?”

“N-No! I-I don’t think so… I mean- I know so!” He objected, lifting a finger before fiddling his hands into fist and setting them down to sit on his hips, “Just because I’m the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, doesn’t mean I’ve k-kissed a lot of girls!”

You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms over your chest. You seemed so exposed. You really did want to practice on him -but the truth of the matter was you didn’t want to seem like a… like a slut? Is that how the word even works?

“And it also doesn’t mean I haven’t k-kissed a girl before,” The boy underneath the mask felt his voice waver with nervousness, causing his eyes to shift away from yours. He knew you couldn’t see him, but the way you looked at him with such large, beautiful E/C eyes made him feel differently. He couldn’t lie to you either. He was lying so hard, he couldn’t take the long eye contact any further.

“B-But, what about Peter? I want him to be my first…”

The warmth and sincerity in your voice set the boy’s heart on fire. This was why he loved you so much.

With a hidden smile, Spider-Man slowly made his way right up to you, letting one of his hands delicately grasp your shoulder, whilst his other hand gently pushed against the bottom of your chin. Your enchanting E/C orbs stared back into his. Jee, he couldn’t wait to hold you like this in the date. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You can just use this as a practice and not as a real one. Peter will be your first no matter what you do, okay?”

You nodded your head, in the slowest and most unsure way possible. He’d been such a great hero and even saved you one time, allowing the opportunity for you both to develop a close friendship. But it didn’t seem possible for you to actually kiss Spider-Man before the person you hold extremely close feelings for. “Promise you’re not just trying to add me as another person to the list of how many people you’ve kissed?”

To your quiet question, he chuckled, causing you to smile. It felt good to make someone else happy. His hand tightened its grip on your shoulder as he said, “I promise,” with the softest voice.

“Okay, let’s do this!”

“Hey! That’s the spirit!” You laughed along with him as his hands seemed to absentmindedly dawdle down to your waist.

“But just a heads up, I’m sorry if I bump your nose or do something awkward…” Your attention on Spider-Man’s masked eyes, shifted to your staggering feet. The feeling of his hands squeeze your sides somewhat reassured you. You hated to admit it, but it felt nice to be held this way.

“It’s okay,” He was grinning like an idiot under the mask. It was really going to happen. Those soft lips of yours were finally going to be on his own. As much as the urges inside him boiled up, he resisted, taking into account his mannerisms and what he’s been taught by his Aunt May. He was a gentleman, so he had to treat his lady with respect. “If you feel uncomfortable,” He said sternly, “We can stop. Or if you just don’t want to do it at all, say it now… or forever hold your peace.”

By the sound of his voice, you could’ve sworn he was smirking under the mask after the last statement. Call it an instinct, but you could recognise that he was indeed eager to ‘teach’ you how to kiss. “I want to do it. I-I do.”

“O-Ok- Alright,” He nodded his head before returning his hands up to your shoulders. Subconsciously his legs had spread apart underneath him and his chest heaved up and down with every anticipated, excited, nervous, lustful breath. Gosh, why did you have to be so darn beautiful all the time? The moment his eyes had set on yours, the moment you had walked into class as the new student who had come with a scholarship, your beauty radiated off of you like UV off the sun.

“Close your eyes for me?” His Adam’s apple bobbed when he had gulped, watching your lashes flutter up at him before falling to lightly touch the skin of your cheeks. Oh goodness now what? “Umm… so tilt your head a little bit, s-so we don’t bump noses.”

You hummed with acknowledgement and obediently let your head become heavy, allowing your neck to bend to the side. A calm breath escaped your mouth, leading to the slightest parting of your lips.

Peter didn’t realise he was staring at you, till you had begun to stretch under his hold on your shoulders. You were being so patient and calm about the whole situation, even though you were previously stressing out like a procrastinator before an exam. Keeping his eyes on your pretty face, he lifted up the bottom of his mask, exposing his naked lips. He leaned in toward you, the blood pumping muscle pushed against his chest, unable to contain its thrill of the moment.

The exact instant the breeze of the hero’s breath beat against your lips, your eyes had shut even tighter and your hands balled up into fists by your sides. This is it, you thought, awaiting the moment you’d connect. His breaths hit you harder and harder as he got closer and closer. Your ball up hands began to tremble as you felt the tip of his lips brush over yours like a feather. Some sort of instinct kicked in and you pouted, pushing them against his own.

At first he got taken aback by the sudden feeling, but loved it none the less and returned the action. The kisses were soft, hesitant, gentle, merely just small pecks as both of you were inexperienced. You had no idea what you were doing, completely relying on instinct, whereas Peter didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, had no idea what he was doing and completely relied on the way he’d seen people kiss in movies.

As if you had both read each other’s minds, your lips met a little more firmly. You felt somewhat more confident, but still quite awkward, as your fists relaxed and snaked up to the hero’s chest.

Your courageous move surprised Peter, but he didn’t dare to lose the connection between your lips and instead let the pleasure of the feeling mingle with the feeling of the kisses.

His lips felt so damn soft to your surprise, and you could taste the tiniest bit of lip balm. Vanilla lip balm. Even wearing his mask so often, it still seemed to hold onto the vanilla balm.

You pulled away for a moment, letting yourself catch your breath. Your eyes stayed closed however, respecting the fact that Spider-Man could potentially not be wearing his mask at all. Both of you could hear your hearts beating with exasperation, and your pants filled the silence of the room. Much to your surprise, you would’ve thought the masked hero’d be less out of breath if he’s already kissed someone before. “Am I doing okay for the first time?”

Jee, you were doing absolutely amazing for your first time ever. The calm aura that you held as your eyes stayed closed with caution, Peter had fallen in love with you more because of it. “You’re doing amazing,” He grinned, “You’re a natural. It’ll be perf-perfect in the date.”

“You really think so?” You asked, your hands on his chest tensed as you let your fingers dig into the material of his red and blue suit. (A/N: I literally just wrote web instead of red)

“Y-Yeah, but umm… maybe just so I know you’ll be completely fine at the date, we should kiss again.”

What a smooth move on behalf of Spider-Man. Though you hated to admit it, you really did want to share another kiss with him. It wouldn’t hurt to perfect the kiss further, right? Perfect practice makes perfect.

You nodded, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.

The red hue was contagious, Peter didn’t have to wear the mask to be unidentified, the blush was doing the job for him. “O-Okay, this time. When we kiss, I want you to umm… just go with the flow. I-It’s most likely that, uh, Peter will want to dominate so follow along with me. Again though, if you do feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just stop.”

“Sounds good,” You answered with a quiet giggle, the adorable wrinkles became evident by the corners of your eyes. Honestly, you were excited. Your mind was going crazy. Who would’ve thought that you’d be coached how to lock lips by a superhero!

This time around, as he leaned forward, along with his soft breaths you felt one of his gloved hands cup your left cheek. The other trailed down your bare arm, as you had

been wearing your pyjama singlet. The sliding of his fingers, merely the tips, tickled you as he finally got down and snaked under your arm, authorising access to the small of your back. He pushed you flush against him and a squeak of a sort broke free only to be muffled by the hero’s lips. He pressed a lot more firmly than last time and you absolutely loved it. If this was the exact same feeling as kissing Peter, then you definitely couldn’t wait for the date.

Both your lips danced, opening, closing, twisting, pressing passionately. The anxiety of both your inexperience with the art had faded completely, as your own hands began to move. You couldn’t stop them, and you honestly didn’t want to, they headed toward the hero’s mask. Your thumbs hooked under his it, beginning to skid across his skin. He didn’t move away, didn’t flinch, didn’t even care, when in actual fact it only resulted him in cupping both your cheeks in his kind hands and deepening the kiss further.

Like a chain reaction, you whipped his mask off fully, leaving your eyes shut as tightly as possible. No doubt was there the possibility of finding out his identity in that instant, but you respected him so much and he had kept so many of your secrets like a true friend, that you had to do your part of the friendship.

His fair hair flopped onto his forehead, dishevelled as ever.

Thanks to your hands, you reached up, combing your fingers through his hair neatening them up, only to then brush through them so ruffly. They ended up being even more unkempt than before. They were greasy, but so damn soft and felt so nice against your fingers. You pulled at them, causing his neck to bend backward. Your lips disconnected from his for a moment and you felt a mischievous giggly breath escape from them. Despite the curvy smile on your face, the hero came back to kiss you. He wasn’t finished yet and neither were you.

Both of your lips pressed together, but smiles were on your faces, so it wasn’t necessarily a kiss. It was more like curious puppies sniffing each other.

With a laugh you both pulled away, but kept your holds on one another. The hero’s mask was out of this world and you knew he was totally exposed. At least, you had hoped it was only his mask that had been taken off. You allowed your head to duck, only to meet with his chest. “Was that better?”

Spider-Man wheezed a laugh, letting his arms curl around your body in a hug. You returned the gesture, thankful for everything he had done for you. It was a very good thing you couldn’t see Peter at that moment, not only for the fact that you’d find out he was Spider-Man this whole time, but for the fact that his usually neatly combed and gelled hair was now sticking in all sorts of directions, his eyes half closed with pleasure and a smug smile on his face. You can’t forget that he had also adapted the colour of red onto his light coloured skin.

“Yeah,” He sighed dreamily and your head followed the movement of his chest. His head rolled back to look up at the ceiling of your room with content. “That was definitely better… amazing, in fact! I think you’re ready, Y/N. I-I told you to go with the flow and you did. If you do the same thing you did today for Peter, I think he’ll like it.”

“You really think so?”

He did not hesitate to answer as he looked back down to your form. You looked like you were asleep and oh, did Peter want to see this more often. Oh, did he want you against him, cuddle up and warm more often. “I… I know so.”

“Y/N, y-you know…?”

Your house keys jingled as you took them out of your pocket and lightly swung them around. Through the entirety of the date you couldn’t take your mind off of the fact that you might get the chance to kiss him. You repeated Spider-Man’s lessons, go with the flow, tilt your head as to not bump noses, do the same thing you did and Peter’ll surely like it.

“I hope you really liked today.”

The moment you looked into Peter’s eyes, you felt so shameful for thinking about kissing him all day. Relationships weren’t just about sharing kisses and what not, evidence to support the idea was right in front of you. His grin was wide and held earnestness. If you had known how long it took him to get ready for the date it’d be another bit of evidence.

You took so long as well. You’d never gone on a date before and you mentally scolded yourself for not asking Spider-Man for some tips. Jeez how could you get so worked up?

“I really did, Peter. Did you too? I hope you did!” You grinned back at him with just as much genuineness, placing your hands behind your back as you leaned from your heels to your toes. It was an act of adorkableness.

“Yeah! I-I loved it! So… umm… I know I said this a lot today,” The sound that came from his mouth, that vibrated his throat, that lit up his face resulted in your heart to skip a beat. His hand made its way to the back of his neck and he played with the small curls of his well done hair (all thanks to Aunt May’s help) “But, you look so beautiful. I-I never thought I’d be on a date with you, like, ever.”

How much more could this darn boy do to make you fall even farther for him?

Your well-known blush formed on your lightly made-up cheeks. One of your fingers curled around a stray strand of your H/C hair, before letting his fall to frame your already perfect face. “Thank you, Peter. You too… I mean! You’re handsome, not beautiful- unless you want to be called beautiful, but I don’t think that you— now I’m rambling. Oh.”

You were so bad at this and Peter loved every second of it, because he wasn’t very good either. You were such a confident girl at school, one that didn’t ever take crap from anyone. And look at you now.

“Anyway, no matter how many times you’ll tell me that, I’ll always blush. So thanks again.”

Peter’s smile only widened, so grateful that his compliment made you happy. Both of you stood in a silence in front of your door. You wanted to do the same thing, but someone had to take the first step. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

You weren’t hesitant to nod, but it was small and slow, nervous. You stepped forward to let your hands rest on the edge of his shoulder, your fingers tickling the back of his neck. Peter’s hands, however confidently made their way to your waist.

In sync, you both pulled and latched onto one another. Peter had forgotten how good your lips felt against his own and his eyes closed with satisfaction.

Your fingers fiddled with his hair gently and you didn’t tug… even though you wanted to be a little rough. Both your lips danced, opening, closing, twisting, pressing passionately.

Wait…

Damn soft lips… Vanilla lip balm…

“P-Peter!” You pulled away from him with a pop of your lips.

His delighted grin wavered at the sight of your dilated pupils and wide eyes. To only add to his confusion, you tugged him into a tight and warm embrace, you were giggling and giggling and giggling. “Wh-What’s wrong, Y/N? W-Was the kiss that bad?”

“No!” You laughed, pulling away from him. Suddenly your voice lowered and you peeked over yours and his shoulder with suspicion before turning your attention back to the boy. “Spider-Man wears vanilla lip balm… so do you. You’re Spider-Man?!”

He gulped at your exclamation. You were so right and he should’ve been more careful. Darn his chapped lips. He deadpanned, unable to believe his foolishness, “Perfect.”