|Why is he so hot?| Peter Parker
My first fic on this site lol (I hope it’s good)
Peter Parker x Stark!Reader ;3
Summary: You and Peter are best friends and ya like him. You know. Like half the fics out there. You’re Tony’s daughter too (it’s hinted at) (If you want me to write a different fic where Tony is more innolved, as in they probs get caught, i’ll do that.)
Warning: cussing, steamy hot make-out session,all around cuteness, awkwardness and dominance?? from both Peter and the reader.
Words: 3000 eXACTLY (i added “Why is he so hot?“ somewhere just to make it an even number. I have ocd srry)
plz request things i’m lonely
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I don't know what Peter is to me. Is he my best friend? Or my crush? ... or both? If he's both then by God I'm fucked. I can't like my best friend. I want things to not be awkward. I want our conversations to flow like they always do. But at the same time, I want to kiss him and hold him and be able to call him mine.
"Y/N?" I turned my head from the window to the front of the class.
"Y-Yes?" I stuttered the question out my lips.
"I asked you a question." My chemistry teacher leaned against her desk and crossed her arms.
"Could you repeat the question by chance?" I smiled nervously. A few chuckles came from the students.
"I asked you 'What is the third most common gas found in the air we breathe?'" I immediately answered.
"Argon." She smiled and nodded.
"Around 1% of it is found in the air." Peter whispered to me. I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He loved chemistry and science, that's for sure. After about five minutes my eyes found the city out the window again. I wasn't really thinking about Peter until he nudged my arm. I turned my head and looked at him.
"Hey- we still on for studying?" He whispered. I nodded.
"At... your place or the tower?"
"The tower." He told me. The bell rung for lunch and we both got up and packed our bags. The teacher started to say something about the test but I didn't listen.
"I'll see you later?" I asked him, already knowing he was going to say yes because we literally just talked about our plans.
"Wouldn't miss it." Normally I hung out with him and Ned but today I had to work on Algebra homework. I told him bye and walked off to the library.
Just don't think about him in that way while he's over...
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He was late... again. Probably off saving the city. I didn't mind. He had his duty, of course, I was just the one to suffer though. In the twenty minutes he has been missing out on all I've done is read through the chapter... twice. Ok maybe like six times. I got bored. There was a knock at my bedroom window and I looked over towards the noise. The good thing about having a bedroom at the Avengers tower is that my room is eight stories up so that knocking could only come from one person. I jumped off the bed and walked over to the balcony door to open the door for Peter. He was in his Spider-Man suit with his backpack on. I unlocked and opened the door. He slipped in and stopped in front of me instead of just walking in and getting changed.
"I'm so sorry- there was a-" I patted his shoulder.
"It's fine Peter. I don't mind it." I smiled at him as he tore off his mask. Seeing his hair all messed up made me bite my lip.
Dammit... I'm thinking about him in that way. In the 'my god he's so hot' way. Why is he so hot?
He grinned down at me.
"Did you already read through the chapter? Let me guess, like twelve times?" I laughed and a light heat rushed over my cheeks.
"Only a few times." I walked back over to my bed and sat down. When I looked back he had pressed his symbol on his chest and his suit just slid off of him. It's like my stomach did a flip. Normally he would walk into the bathroom to change but nope... I hadn't realized before but he was fit.
Oh fuck-
I looked down at the book to hide the blush of my cheeks from him. I scooted fully on the bed and laid on my stomach. I glanced back over at him. He had his jeans on and was throwing on a cardigan that he probably grabbed off his floor. He looked over at me and I couldn't seem to look away.
"I'm coming- I'm coming." He smiled and threw his bag aside and jogged over to me. He jumped on the bed and pressed his side next to. I looked back down at the book.
This is going to be a long couple hours.
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"I don't think this test is gonna kick my ass like it did last time." I said as I closed the book. Peter sighed and turned over onto his back.
"I think we're both gonna do well on it. I mean literally, we're the top in our class." He turned his head and looked at me.
"Yeah, but we both know who's smarter than me." I said.
"Mr. Stark?" He said more as a statement.
"No- but my dad is smarter than me. I meant you. You already know you'll ace this test." He chuckled and looked back at the ceiling. I laid on my back next to him.
"I know you will too." He said softly. My eyes became heavy and I turned my head to my end table. The clock read 12:34. I yawned and propped myself on my elbows. I looked at Peter who had his eyes closed.
"Peter?" I moved his shoulder. He licked his lips and put an arm over me. My face flushed a deep red. "P-Peter?" I asked. He must be asleep. He pulled me closer to him and began spooning me. I gasped as his body made contact with mine. I would be lying if I said I didn't like this... so I did nothing. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, smiling and hopefully dreaming of Peter.
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My eye lids fluttered open and I shuffled a bit. I felt something rub against my ass and I made an unexpected noise. A hand that was just under my breast gripped my skin tighter. I wouldn't have blushed if I hadn't realized the hand was under my shirt.
"Peter?' I whispered, moving my shoulder against his chest. He mumbled his response.
"Mmh?" He said, quiet as could be. He abruptly leaned up. "Oh-" He pulled his hand away and I turned on my back and looked up at him. "I-I'm- Sorry." He blushed. He lifted his head up towards my end table. "Shit- It's 6:34." My eyes widened. I leaned up faster than he had.
"No- oh nonono." I looked at Peter as my door knob started to turn. Faster than I ever thought I could possibly move, I grabbed Peter and pushed him towards my back board. I slammed him against the bed and crawled on top of him. I covered his mouth and laid on him, pulling the covers over us. From the door, I knew it would just look like I was sleeping with covers over my head. I looked at Peter. His face was inches from mine. Even though it was dark I could make out his features. My door opened and my dad peered in.
"Y/N?" He asked. I groaned in response. "Time to get up. And don't be late this time. I'm not writing you another note." The whites of Peters' eyes moved so I could tell he was looking around my face.
"Ok." I was too focused on Peter to realize I said it barely loud enough for my dad to hear. I slowly took my hand off his face but let my fingers linger on his lips. As my dad left he muttered something along the lines of 'they shouldn't even need a note, I mean she's my daughter they should assume she's curing cancer or something...' He closed the door and I leaned up, taking my hand from Peters' mouth. He was as red as a tomato and so was I.
"I- should-" He stuttered.
"Yeah-" He bolted out of bed and towards his bag. I landed on my back and watched as he grabbed his backpack and opened the door to the balcony. My knees were half bent and I was biting my lip. My hand lifted to my chin.
My God Parker... You even look hot in a hurry.
He stopped and looked at me. He was about to say something before he looked down and then ran out the door. He jumped off the building and swung off to another.
I actually want to die. What was that? I just like straddled him and it was weird but it felt nice and- oh my god... I almost kissed him.
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I walked to my locker to put my Algebra books back. The final bell had rung two minutes ago and I decided that after I put my books back I was going to find Peter. I shut my locker and walked down the halls. The back of his head is easy to recognize. His curly hair gives it away most the time. As soon as I see those familiar curls and a cardigan I rush towards him.
"Peter!" I say as I tap on his shoulder. He turned to me and smiled.
"H-Hey Y/N." I grin back at him blushing at him stuttering.
This boy is literally going to kill me one day.
"What are you doing later on?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I'll probably just stay at my place and watch a movie or something. It is a Friday so I don't have to go to bed early."
"Oh- D-Do you think I could join you?" I asked. He smirked and shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket.
"Sure- let me warn you though: I'm going to be watching Star Trek again." I giggled.
"I don't care. I'm always up for re-watching a good movie." He nodded and closed his locker.
"See ya later." Peter said as he walked past me. I leaned against the nearest locker.
I'm going to embarrass myself. I am. And then he'll hate me. Damn it.
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I walked into Peter's apartment without knocking, like always. May stopped in front of me.
"Oh- hey Y/N! Peter said you'd be here a bit later-" She laughed. "He's in the shower so he'll be out in a bit. He said he got 'webbed up in a problem' on the way back from school. Like that's exactly what he said. He is the weirdest kid I swear. Well, you two have fun."
"We will." I smiled. "Where you headed off to?"
"Just the store. I'll be back in a bit with some popcorn too." I smiled at the thought of popcorn. She waved and scooted passed me, shutting the door behind her. I heard the squeak of the pipes turning off, meaning Peter was out of the shower. A blush crept on my cheeks.
No- Stop thinking about him like that.
I sighed and walked to the couch. I laid down on it and looked at the rough ceiling.
"May!? Where are all my cardigans?" Peter yelled through the walls.
"Uh- She left!" I yelled back.
"Y-Y/N?" He yelled back. After his voice traveled through the walls I heard something thud and then a groan. I leaned up. He must have fallen in the bathroom.
"Peter?" He groaned. A door opened and closed. I jumped over the couch and walked towards his room and saw that his door was closed. "Peter- you alright?" I asked. His voice was pained.
"Yep- Ah- all good!" Something on his door caught my eye. I walked towards it and it seemed to be smeared on the knob. I got my phone and turned the flash on, shining it at the door. What looked like blood was dragged around the knob.
"Peteerr-?" I said. "I'm opening the door." I didn't hear a 'no' so I pushed the door open and found Peter in his wheely chair looking at me.
"I thought you would be here later-" He said. He was in the process of putting a bandage on his side. I put my hand to my temple.
"Parker- I swear you get hurt at least six out of seven days of the week." He chuckled as I walked over to him. He was shirtless with a pair of jeans on. His hands were completely clean so the blood on his door must have been from when he came in. But that didn't make any sense cause he would still have it on his hands. "Why is there blood on the door?" I asked. He looked up at me.
"Oh- that was from yesterday." He said and I sighed in response then walked over and sat on his bed. He finished about thirty seconds later. He stood up and looked over at me. I looked down at his abs and blushed.
Why does he have to be so hot?
He walked out the door and I sat there swimming in my own thoughts.
My god- I can't live like this. I just want to kiss him and fucking make out with him. I sound so needy. I'm literally like every other sophomore girl. Maybe I just want a boyfriend... no cause Peter is the only guy I like.
He walked back in with a 'Midtown High' sweater on. He walked over to me and jumped on the bed face first.
"God- Y/N-" He groaned into the bed. I giggled.
"What?"
"Sometimes I hate being a superhero. But damn I love it so much." He flipped over and turned to me, laying his head on my lap. "I mean I get to save so many people..." I ran my hands through his hair. "And kick ass... but then there's me. Peter Parker. A nerdy guy who would be the last person suspected as a super hero." He looked away towards the wall.
"So you want to what- get more recognition?" He laughed.
"I don't know Y/N... I don't know what I want." He gazed into my eyes. "W-Well I do- but somehow I still don't." We just sat there in silence for a moment, looking at each other. He lifted his right hand hesitantly and brushed it against my cheek. I blushed at his actions.
What is he doing?
He leaned up and turned to me. He was on all fours with his arms on either side of me. I turned my body towards him, my back facing his window.
"What do you want, Peter?" I dared to ask him, biting my lip. His eyes darted down my face.
"D-Don't do that Y/N. God- That thing- It drives me crazy." He gulped and leaned his face closer to mine.
He's going to kiss me. Is he? Oh god. This is happening.
I was barely breathing. My face slowly moved down but my eyes stayed on him. I put my hand behind his ear. He dipped down slowly. I closed my eyes, same as him.
God this is agonizing. Just fucking kiss me. Don't be so sl-
His lips cut off my train of thought as he smashed them against mine. I made a 'mmh' sound against his lips. He moved his right hands to my lower back. I parted my lips and moved my head forward. My heart was racing. I have been wanting this for so long. He licked my bottom lip and then slipped his tongue into my mouth. I had never kissed anyone before and I don't think he had either, but honestly, I didn't care. He leaned down and pressed his body against mine. I ran my hands through his hair. My ovaries felt like they were exploding. I leaned down, taking him with me. I tugged at his hair and he moaned against my lips. My body shuttered and he traveled one his hands to my upper back and the other to my waist. He began grinding against my hips causing me to I break away from his kiss. I turned my head silently and gasped. He began to kiss my neck and my hands traveled to his back. He bit a small area of my neck. I moaned loudly into his ear. His grip on my waist tightened and he groaned. After a few moment he leaned up and looked down at me. We were both gasping for air. He smiled which made me grin.
"Fuck- Y/N-" He said.
I want him. I really do... wait no not like that. Well yes like that but not yet... fuck. It's now or never.
I pushed him up and he stumbled back onto his ass and I crawled on top of him. His eyes widened. Just looking at him made my face go hot. "Y/Y-N?" I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. Our lips crashed together again and he moaned.
I couldn't help myself.
His hands slid under and up my shirt. I gasped as I felt his hands on my bare skin. Our bodies were so hot through the clothes. My lips trailed to his jaw where I kissed his jawline, then I moved up to his ear and licked up it. He let out a grunt and a 'fuck' and then bucked his hips. I didn't expect that action of his and so I let out a loud moan without realizing it. He gripped my thigh with the hand that used to be on my waist. Peter pulled his head away and looked at the door.
"Shit-" He said. After he said that the sound of the door in the living room clicked and swung open.
"I'm home!" May yelled. I climbed off Peter and sat next to him, trying to hide my very red face. He looked at me and smirked nervously, his face was just as red as mine.
"Hey!" Peter yelled back. He dipped down and gave me a peck on the lips. After he pulled away I smiled widely at him.
"You're cute, Peter. I'll give you that." He chuckled at my words.
"I bought popcorn!" My ears perked at the words. Peter jumped out of bed and I grabbed his wrist.
No- no honey. I'm getting all that popcorn.
I turned him to me and fixed his hair. He looked at me and blushed. My eyes looked innocently up at him and he slowly leaned down. I began to close my eyes and as he closed his I pulled him to the bed and rushed to the door.
"That's my popcorn, Parker!" I yelled at him while darting down the hall. He yelled playfully from his room.
"Y/N!"
