She had told him once that she had never dated anyone before. Her parents had been really strict and kept a close eye on her. They had gone to a party one night. It was her first college party. She insisted he come with her. She was nervous because it was her first time drinking. He vowed to be the sober one to keep a close eye on her. She was getting tipsy and found herself talking to group of her girlfriends. Peter assumed it would be safe for him to sneak off to the bathroom to quickly relieve himself. When he got back she wasn’t with the group anymore. 

He had searched the whole house for her only to find her in one of the bedrooms with an upperclassman. The man had her pressed against the wall and was sticking his tongue down her throat. He was grabbing her breasts through her shirt. She was squirming and Peter couldn’t tell if it was because she was uncomfortable or from pleasure. Either way, he refused to let it go any further. He had practically thrown the guy across the room and pulled her out of there. 

While they sat outside in the backyard, she had teared up. She drunkenly told him she just wanted someone to love her. She confessed she had never had been with anyone before. She just wanted to feel desired. Peter remembered telling her that this was not the way to get that. She’d of regretted it in the morning. She tried to kiss him then but he gently refused. She was too intoxicated. The next day, he didn’t think she even remembered any of it. She never drank again after that. 

It was enough to fuel his secret fantasies though. At night, he liked to imagine her naked and splayed out on his bed. He longed to be the one to take her virginity. He wanted to be the first person to get the privilege to delve deeper into her most private places. He fantasied about the noises she would make as he played with her body. Her usually soft spoken voice unraveling into shrieks of pleasure. He would be the one to show her how good her body could really feel. 

He watched as she stretched her arms above her head and yawned. Her loose shirt pulled up and exposed her midsection. He could see the black elastic of her underwear peeking out over the waist band of her shorts. He licked his suddenly dry lips and forced himself to drag his eyes away from her skin. Peter turned his attention back to the computer as a distraction. God, he was too horny. Even the slightest bit of skin could set him off lately. She had cast her spell over him. Every little movement she made felt like she was purposefully calling out to him like a siren of the sea. Out of the corner of his eyes, he subtly watched as she adjusted her bra. It must have shifted slightly during her nap. He chewed on his top lip while envisioning what it would be like to hold her bare breasts in his hands. He longed to throw her down onto the bed and tear her clothes straight from her body. 

“Do you think I can take a shower here before I leave for the night?” She asked, cutting through his spiraling crude thoughts. “The showers in my dorm are so gross. Yesterday when I went to take one, someone had puked all over the drain. It was disgusting. Plus the curtains they have are about an inch too short on either side. It’s like they were designed by a huge pervert.” 

The idea of her naked, wet and soapy, in his shower caused his cock to twitch in his pants. He carefully maneuvered himself to hide his arousal from her. He kept his eyes carefully trained on his screen. Did he think she could take a shower here? Ha. That was only the greatest idea he’d ever heard. 

“Yeah, sure. That’s not a problem.” He tried his best to keep any excitement out of his voice. “Go right ahead.”

“Thanks, Petey. You’re the best!” She hopped off his bed, her shirt clinging around her chest and exposing her stomach for a beautiful moment before she tugged it back into place. She flashed him a charming smile and shut herself in the bathroom. 

If anyone else had dared call him “Petey” he would have launched them out a window. When it was her though, she could get away with calling him anything as long as it came out of those pretty lips of hers. 

The sound of the shower flooded his ears. His heart beat sped up at the thought of her stripping off her clothes mere feet away from him. He tried to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths. This was not how a good friend behaved. He was raised better than this. Apparently no one informed his cock though. It pressed uncomfortably in his pants. He was itching to touch himself. 

She was a girl and girls usually took a long time in the shower. If he was quick enough, he might be able to take care of the pressing problem at hand before she got out. Peter glanced towards the bathroom door and nearly had a heart attack. He had forgot to warn her that door was fidgety. If you didn’t close it in just the right way, it would fall open again. It was usually never an issue because he lived alone. A three inch gap was now beckoning his eyes inside. His siren was calling for him. From his spot on the chair he couldn’t quite see her. But if he leaned back just a little...

The chair almost fell over in his eagerness to catch a glimpse of her. He caught himself on his desk and pulled it back into position. What was he doing? This was so wrong. A sense of shame washed over him. This was not the kind of person he wanted to be. He should be a proper gentlemen and go close the door. He wasn’t going to be driven by his own horniness and greed. He was supposed to be respectful of her privacy. 

And, yet, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. 

He grabbed a Chemistry book and brought it to his bed. He settled down and pretended to give it a read. From here, he had the perfect vantage spot. He held the book up to his face and peeked out over the top. His eyes hungrily searched through the gap for her. He had never bought a new shower curtain when he moved in. It was just the clear liner to keep the water from spilling out onto the floor. That meant he had a straight view right to her. The universe was aligning. This was their fate. This was supposed to happen. Peter was sure of it.

His heart was pounding out of his chest. His beautiful, wet angel stood before him. Her body was even more perfect than the one in his dreams. She had her back facing the shower stream. Her hair was full of suds from his shampoo as she massaged her scalp. He watched as the bubbles cascaded down her slippery body. Before he knew it, his cock was out of his pants and in his hand. 

Her ass cheeks were plump with cute, little dimples. He envisioned himself grabbing handfuls of the meaty flesh, his fingernails digging into her skin, while he pumped his cock through his fist. She had a slight belly with the cutest bellybutton Peter had ever seen. He wanted to bathe it with his tongue. Her breasts sat high on her chest. From the side view he got, he could see her perfectly taught nipples poking out. Fuck, she looked so inviting. 

He took a shuttered breath and licked his dry lips. The water glistened off her. He watched in a trance as it slid over her silky skin. A water droplet clung from the end of her nipple and dangled in the air before falling. He longed to catch it in his mouth and drink from her body. The steam clung around her like her own personal cloud. She really was an angel. 

His eyes follow the stream of water falling from her face down to her chest and between her breasts. It slid over her soft belly and spilled out to slide into the tight junction between her legs. Her beautiful, virgin pussy. Peter’s stomach flipped with excitement as he imagined pulling her legs apart to get a look at the place no one else had been granted permission to see. 

He could feel his climax growing. It was very apparent to him now that Peter could not just be friends with her. He needed more. She had tried to kiss him that one time. Maybe she wanted this too. He would need to make his move tonight. There was no more waiting. Taking her virginity was no longer a decision Peter could deny. It was purely a need. An unconscious need like food or breathing. He was starving for her. She had no idea what was in store for her when she got out. He would ravish her until she could no longer walk. He would spend all night feasting on her flesh. He would make her his. 

Peter let his hand fall from his throbbing, aching member. He couldn’t waste his load on anything other than her. She would be the one to receive him. He shuddered at the thought of being allowed to fill up her cunt with his seed. His sweet, beautiful, perfect angel dripping with this cum. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have her. Peter Parker was put on this earth for the sole purpose of taking this angel’s virginity. 

The Chemistry book he had planned to use as a cover to steal glimpses of her slipped from his chest and onto the floor. His body couldn’t handle little glimpses. He had needed so much more. The book hit the ground with a heavy thud. The noise caused her to look up.

She made eye contact with him through the crack in the door. Her eyes darted down to his exposed erection laying proudly against his stomach. 

Peter’s eyes widened and he quickly covered himself with his pillow. He jumped up and slammed the door shut. His heart was racing and he squeezed his eyes closed. The sudden humiliation of getting caught pulled him out of whatever obsessive trance he had fallen in to. He was such a creep. What was he doing? He had never been this horny in his life. She was never going to trust him again. 

He took a shaky breath and tried to compose himself. How could he salvage this so he could still get what he wanted? He needed her and only her. No one else was ever allowed to have her. She belonged to Peter. The images of her wet naked body fluttered back into his vision. They pushed out the shame and horror he was feeling for his own perverted thoughts. All he could see was her. A sense of calm settled around him. He stood up straighter. There was no doubt. If she allowed him, he was still going to go through with it. He just had to be smooth about it. He had to be strong. This was no place for shame. 

He knocked on the bathroom door and called out her name, “Hey, we need to talk when you’re done in there.” The head of his stiff prick rubbed against the smooth surface of the door. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever been this hard. It was all her. His angel. He tried to tuck it back into his pants the best he could while he spoke. “I know what you saw. My robe is on the back of the door. Just put that on and we can talk about this.” 

He purposely didn’t want her to get dressed again. The less clothes she had on, the better. He heard the shower shut off. Her wet feet padded against the tiles. He could hear her grab the robe off the door and a smile crept onto his face. She was probably so nervous she wasn’t thinking very clearly. She had all her clothes in there with her but she listened to him instead. That was a good sign. “I’m gonna move back to the bed. So, you can come out whenever you’re ready.”

Peter sat on the edge of his bed and kept his eyes trained on the door. Butterflies erupted in his stomach the second he saw it creak open. She peeked her head out first then slowly shuffled out into the room. 

The white robe was tied tightly around her wet, glistening skin. Her hair was combed back over her head. The ends made little dripping noises as wet droplets fell from the tips and onto the floor. He could practically feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off her cheeks and she kept her eyes cast to the floor. He could hear her nervous heart beating out of her chest. 

Peter smiled sweetly at her, “Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” 

A little smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she looked up to meet his eyes. 

“Stop,” she whispered. 

He shook his head. He’d never stop complimenting her. She was the type of woman who deserved to be worshiped. “I should have told you about the door. I’m sorry. That was really creepy of me. You just looked so...” He swallowed his words. “You’re a vision. A perfect angel. I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t stop myself when I saw you there. I need to kiss you. Please. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” He sounded so desperate but he remembered how badly she said she wanted to feel desired. Well, this was him, shamelessly lusting after her. 

Her bashfulness deepened. He could hear her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to be kissed. He could tell. He wouldn’t dare keep her waiting. 

Peter stood up and moved directly in front of her. His hands reached out to graze over her wrists. His fingers entwined with hers. He pulled her against his body, pressing his hips into her so she could feel how hard she had made him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. 

“Let me finally show you how good a man can make a woman feel,” he whispered into her skin. 

She shuddered under him. A little whine escaped her lips. Her breathe was already becoming ragged in anticipation. She was acting almost as needy as he was.

“Peter,” her voice was so quiet even he could hardly head it. “I haven’t ever...no one has...” 

She was too embarrassed to tell him she had never had sex before. She must not have remembered their conversation that drunken night but knew what path they were headed down. He smiled down at her and nuzzled his forehead against hers. 

“Shh, it’s alright. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay? My job is to make you feel good. If, at any point, I’m not doing that then you need to let me know.” He rubbed her arms soothingly as he carefully studied her face. 

She slowly nodded. Her eyes were glued to the tent in his pants pushing against her. He watched as she chewed her bottom lip nervously. 

He pressed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up to him. He lightly kissed her full, pouty lips. She hesitated only a moment before melting into him. 

Peter started slowly, not wanting to startle her or move too fast. This was all for her. He would take his time and savor every moment. He gave her bottom lip a quick peck and then the corners of her full mouth, he moved to her jaw and cheeks. Even the tip of her nose. He could feel her tensing as he traveled around her face. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. The moment he returned to her luscious lips, she relaxed again. A quiet moan pressed out of his mouth as his tongue pushed its way past her lips. He drew his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Her hands reached for his hair and tangled his locks in her fingers. The more passionately he kissed her, the more she would tear at his hair. He adored the way it felt. The harder she pulled, the faster the fire grew in his stomach. 

Peter eventually pried his mouth away from hers. She whined in response. He chuckled under his breath as his lips traced up her jaw and found her cute, little ear lobes. He flicked his tongue over it then sucked it into his mouth, giving the lobe a gentle nibble. 

Her jaw fell open in pleasure, “Mmm.” She was practically purring in his arms. He had clearly found one of her erogenous zones. His lips curled into a smile at his find as he bathed her ear with attention. Her wet hair and the smell of his shampoo lingering on her hair filled his nose. The thought of her covered in his own scent was intoxicating like she was marked as his. 

Peter began moving his lips and tongue down her collar bone and into the hollow of her graceful neck. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He mumbled into her skin.  

She replied with a far away groan. Her eyes were closed and a soft smile danced on her lips. He took that as a yes. He continued his decent. His tongue trailed down her neck and he slowly pushed the robe off her shoulders, leaving kisses on her newly exposed skin. 

When she felt the robe start to slide off her, she quickly caught it in her hands and held it up. Her eyes shot open. The dazed look on her face was replaced with one of anxiety. 

Peter pulled away at her sudden change in behavior, “Are you okay?” As much as he wanted to attack her body, it wouldn’t be worth it for him unless she was completely enjoying his advances. She needed to be fully on board. They were in this together. 

She shook her head no. Her eyes were big and round. They filled with worry. “What if you don’t like what you see?” 

He had to refrain from laughing. He already knew he liked what he saw. She was built just for him and nobody else. “That’s impossible. You could have full on lizard scales under that robe and I would still adore every inch of them.” 

She gave him a shy, breathy laugh, “Are you sure?”

Peter tried to soothe her nerves, “Did you enjoy me kissing you?” 

She nodded and sighed happily. 

“Good. Then what comes next is only going to be a better version of that.” He gave his lips a quick lick and smiled warmly at her.

He could tell she was thinking it over. No one had ever made her feel as good as Peter had in those sheer few minutes of heaven. She wanted to see what else he could do. He could feel it. Her hand reached out and their fingers brushed together. It was her way of letting him know it was okay to continue. 

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. He could sense her arousal at his praise. He would lock that information in his the depths of his brain for later. 

Peter placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed the robe off. His eyes hungrily watched at her bare shoulder’s were exposed, then her chest, his heart skipped a beat when her perfect tits capped with her hard nipples were releveled, then her abdomen followed by her soft stomach. Finally her hips and her pussy gave way for his eyes to feast on. The robe puddled to the ground around her legs and settled at her feet. His throat was dry as he stared longingly at the glistening, still wet pubic hair around her mound. He would burry his face in there soon enough. 

Peter reached for her hand, lifting her arm above her head, and gave her a slow twirl so he could take in every inch of her from all angles. 

“See? No lizard scales,” he was able let out a small joke to break the tension. 

Her body relaxed and she giggled. Her cheeks were burning but she seemed okay with his admirations. 

“Don’t let me be the only one naked,” she murmured. Her quiet voice was always so tantalizing. It made him want to lean in closer just to catch every word. This beautiful vixen was so unassuming and floated under everyone’s radar. Yet here she was, standing before him, with nothing pure grace and elegance. He was the luckiest man alive. He would bring her body to the brink of destruction tonight. A world of endless possibilities was laid out before him. Her innocence would play well with the dark, immoral places his mind was dragging him to. 

Peter tossed his shirt off with one fluid motion. His heart fluttered as he watched her eyes widen while she took in the muscles rippling over his chest. She had never seen him with his shirt off. She had yet to figure out his secret identity. His cut and muscular physique was a surprise to her. He hid it well under his clothes. 

His own pompous cockiness flooded his senses. He would show her exactly how strong he was tonight. Peter reached for her waist and pulled her tightly against him. His lips attacked hers as he kissed her deeply. Her supple breasts pressed against his bare chest and his fingers trailed down her spine until they stopped over her perfect, rounded ass cheeks. He gave her plump cheeks a squeeze. He was amazed at how silky and smooth they felt. His hands got to work softly kneading and massaging her ass. Her skin felt flush and warm in his greedy hands. She moaned in pleasure. 

Peter braced his arm under her bottom and hoisted her effortlessly into the air. A gasp fell from her lips and her eyes widened. She probably hadn’t been lifted like this since she was child. She instinctively wrapped her bare legs around his torso. He could feel the heat of her core boring into his skin. Her breasts were perfectly level with his mouth. No time was wasted in devouring her nipples while he carried her to the bed. Her body squirmed above him and he could see her head lull back with a low moan. She was truly a goddess. Did she have any idea how seductive her movements were? 

He threw her backwards onto the bed. The mattress shuddered under her as she fell and the cheap, college bed boards groaned. He’d be lucky if they didn’t completely break the bed in half tonight. She laid there watching him with her lips parted and her chest rising. He made a show of unbuttoning his pants. His cock was begging to be released from the confines of the fabric. He pushed his pants and boxers off, kicking them to side, and stood proudly before her. He let her take a moment to soak it all in. 

Her eyes feasted over his body and down to his bulging member. It was leaning heavily against his leg. Her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth and she couldn’t pull her eyes away. He wondered if this was the first penis she had ever seen in person before. Don’t worry, he thought to himself, she’ll get plenty of time to be introduced to it later. 

Peter climbed on top of her. She parted her legs as if she was ready to take him right then. He couldn’t help but give her a little smile. She was so eager. 

“Not yet,” he cooed. "Don’t be in such a rush. I have lots to do before I get to that.” 

He settled over her and his lips found her breasts again. Her breath caught in her throat and her back arched to push them deeper into his mouth. He softly kissed and licked at the tender, sensitive skin of her tits. Her nipples felt like they were sizzling with pleasure as he nibbled on the firm flesh. He made sure to alternate between the two twins. Each one needed to receive as much enjoyment as the other. 

“Oh, Peter!” She choked out when he used his teeth to lightly bite down against the hard nub. 

He had no idea what sort of kinks she might have. She probably had no idea herself. He’d work through her slowly and carefully to find exactly what she enjoyed. It seemed she responded well with light biting. He wanted to try and push it a little further. His teeth bore down on her nipple and pulled her breast away from her body. 

“Oh!” Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. Her hips bucked up to grind against him as she let out a low moan. 

He watched her breast rise away from her body before releasing. The flesh jiggled as it settle back into place. He attacked it again. This time using gentle flicks of his tongue to stimulate her and help soothe the soreness forming around her nipple. She was loving it. Her hands entangled around the back of his head and held him tightly to her chest. 

He snaked a hand up her stomach to give love to her other tit while he nursed the one clasped in his mouth. His fingers pinched her nipple between them while he gave light, rapid strokes over the top. 

Her skin tasted like heaven. Just like an angel’s should. 

Her body was writhing under him. Her skin felt like it was burning against his. She was so hot he wouldn’t be surprised to see steam rising off of her. 

Peter stopped working on the breast in his mouth and switched over to the other. While he expertly used his tongue to pleasure her chest, his hand slid down her body, fingertips tracing lightly over her skin. He let his hand softly caress over her stomach, his fingers slowly circling her navel. He made wider and wider circles down the length of her until he he came to the warm, wet juncture between her legs. 

At this point, she was practically vibrating under Peter’s knowing fingers. He seemed to know just where to touch or kiss her. It was like he already knew every inch of her body. She was trusting him more and more with each passing minute. He could tell she wanted desperately to open herself up to him. He urged her legs apart and she obliged. She spread them wider for his hand to easily tuck between her thighs. Her fear was being replaced with lust. Peter only wanted to make her feel good. 

There was no doubt in his mind that her body was made for him. From the way her skin tasted of his soap, to the way her thick ass cheeks filled his hands, to the way she held his head to her ripe tits, down to the way she opened her legs just enough for his hand to be a perfect fit. She was his. He traced her wet slit with his fingertips causing her to tremble. As he slowly started sliding his fingers up and down, coating him in her wetness, he leaned his head back up to kiss her. 

Peter’s finger carefully parted her virgin pussy while his tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth. She was panting harder into him the deeper he sunk his finger. He had never felt anything so tight before. It was like her cunt was trying to squeeze his finger from his hand. He wondered if she had ever even had her own fingers in here. He almost doubted if he’d even be able to get his dick past her walls. He’d have to remember to move very delicately. 

Her body was on fire. She broke the kiss to call out in pleasure which gave Peter time to go back to nursing her tits. 

“Oh god, Pete,” she whimpered while his long, skinny finger probed into her until she had completely swallowed it whole. 

She was so wet he wasn’t worried about it hurting with just one finger. He’d have to work carefully before adding a second though. She would need a lot of warming up if he wanted to properly fuck her. His thumb found her clit and he traced delicate little circles over it. 

“Oh yes, Pete. That feels so good...” She hissed through clenched teeth. Her eyes had closed in bliss. 

A smug smiled pulled at his lips from her words. She was panting and squirming while his finger worked around inside her impossibly tight cunt. He was almost giddy with excitement for when he would finally get to slide his cock into her. Gradually he started to push a second finger in. His eyes stayed on her face to watch how she’d react to more stretching. A quick flash of pain hit her features but he didn’t pull out, only held his fingers steady for a moment. 

“You good?” He asked. 

She took a second but nodded, “Keep going.” 

He returned to massaging her clit with his thumb. He waited until he watched her body relax again before continuing to push in the second finger. Eventually, she had swallowed them both. 

Peter felt a bit of pride on her behalf. She was doing so good. His tight, sexy angel stretching to accommodate him. He felt her body respond the moment he located her G-spot. Her back arched and her breath increased. He kept a steady pace as he slowly pumped his fingers back and forth, curling them upwards to brush over that special spot each time. He wanted her to cum for him. He could tell she was getting closer. 

He wished he had a camera set up so he could keep this moment with him forever. Her first time orgasming from him. If he had his way, there would be many more times, but this time was special. It would be what he would use as late night material for many nights to come. His eyes were plastered to her face. He didn’t want to miss a single moment. 

“Look at me,” he whispered. 

Her eyes fluttered open. They had a bleary, dazed look in them. Pure pleasure filled her face and a dopey smile crossed her lips. Her nipples were rock hard against his chest. She was so close now.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” He smiled down at her. All at once he slid his two fingers slowly against the rough patch of skin buried deep in her pussy while he pressed his thumb to her hard clit.

A quiet yelp burst out of her, she was still trying to keep her voice reserved, and an orgasm thundered through her. Her already tight pussy clenched down on his fingers and he felt warm wetness flow out of her spasming hole. Her legs trembled and her knees rose up while her hand reached over her head to grip onto his headboard. Waves of pleasure continued to flow back and forth like the tide inside of her. Her hips bucked against his hand while she worked to fuck his his fingers deeper into her. He didn’t even have to move, she was doing it all herself now. 

“Oooohh...” she moaned as she slowly came down back to reality. 

He was so pleased with her. She pulled his neck down so his body would be pressed against hers. Her face nuzzled into his cheek. Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers from her clutching hole. She moaned and shuddered when he did then melted into him. 

“Such a good girl,” he mused at her. “My beautiful angel.” He lovingly stroked his hands up and down her smooth arms. 

She shuddered one last time and leaned back into the pillow to gaze up at him. Peter had a twinkle in his eye as he admired her back. Perfection. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. She tugged his back of his head down to her lips and kissed him deeply. The action took Peter by surprise. She was so forceful in the way she pressed him to her face. She had known exactly what she wanted. It made his heart flutter with excitement. She was getting so confident. His special girl. 

She broke the kiss and whispered again, “Thank you.” 

Peter wasn’t sure why she was thanking him but he would give her a million more orgasms if it meant receiving her praise. She now owned his soul. He would do anything to please her. Only she had other ideas. 

A fiery look flamed behind her eyes. Peter’s brow furrowed trying to figure out what she was thinking. He didn’t have to wait long to get the answer. Her hand pressed against his shoulder and she flipped him onto his back, taking his place above him instead. His eyes widened. It was like her orgasm had released a wild animal inside of her. He could only imagine what kind of person she would be with a few months of practice under her belt. Oh, he had so many future plans for her. 

She settled between his legs and gawked down at his cock. He could see her confidence falter a bit at the sight. His hand reached up to brush her wet hair back from her face and he smiled. 

“It’s okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmured. Obviously he would adore her swollen lips wrapped around his member. The thought alone was enough to make his hips tremble but he didn’t want to push her too far. 

She shook her head, her voice back to it’s soft, timid tones, “I want to.”

Tenderly, her hand gripped around the base of his cock. Her eyes peered back at him from behind her lashes and he gave her an encouraging nod. She leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his throbbing head, tasting his salty pre-cum on her lips and tongue. 

It was singlehandedly the hottest and most adorable act he had ever witnessed. She licked her lips in preparation and carefully placed her mouth around the head of his cock. She ran her wet tongue all the way around the tip and sucked it into her mouth.

Peter’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Fuck yes.” He was officially in love with her. All it took was a little attention from her mouth for him to fall head over heels. He’d do anything she’d ever ask of him for the rest of time. Anything she wanted was hers. 

She slowly started moving her hand along with her bobbing mouth. She seemed to be able to only able to get the first few inches into her mouth before it bumped against the back of her throat. He could tell she almost gagged a few times when he hit too deep. 

Peter strummed his fingers through her hair, “Take your time. There’s no rush, baby. Don’t worry about getting it all in there.” He placed a hand over hers and helped show her how to move it over the base of his cock. “Like this. Then you can just focus on sucking on the head. Use your tongue a lot. You’re doing great.”

In truth, she wasn’t the best at sucking a dick, but he knew she would learn with time. It was hard to complain when her mouth felt so warm and inviting. One day, he’d get her to deep throat the whole thing. For now, he’d be happy just letting her play around with him. It was their first meeting. She had to get used to the way he felt in her hand and mouth. Even if her technique was nearly non-existent, Peter loved the sight of his prick sliding past her lips. As her inexperienced head rocked up and down in his lap, he felt his balls begin to draw up and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he exploded. He was already so tender and ready from his interrupted masturbation session earlier. 

“I’m gonna cum soon,” he prepared her. “Do you-” He had to swallow and close his eyes in an attempt to hold back his body before he could ask her. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth? ‘Cause, if not, you might want to move.”

Her eyes widened a little at his question but she kept her mouth over him. She worked him deeper into her throat. That was all it took for his first shot of hot cum to erupt into her mouth. She jumped at the sensation and started swallowing. She might not of have the best blow job skills but she sure knew how to swallow like a pro. Load after thick load shot into her mouth and with pride she swallowed every last drop. Her eyes were locked to his face, waiting and watching for his approval. 

Peter shuddered in bliss and gazed with half closed lids down at the beautiful, naked angel with the head of his dick still resting between her lips. He loved her. 

She let his softening cock slip from her mouth and wiped the drool from her chin with the back of her hand, “Did I do good?”

She wanted his praise. He wouldn’t ever deny her that. He wanted her to crave his compliments. 

“Best little cock sucker in the world, angel.” He grinned down at her and pulled her back over him. He adored the way her breasts felt pressed against his bare chest. He loved the way he could feel the heat coming from between her legs. 

A huge smile broke out over her face at his admiration of her. Her cheeks burned with pride. She was beautiful. He kissed her mouth and grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks. He was such an ass man. Her legs fell to either side of his hips so his cock nestled under her pussy lips. He was already hard again. One of the many perks of his spider bite was his ability to rejuvenate with ease. She also had that effect on him. 

Peter took his time to simply kiss her while they both relaxed from their orgasms. He wanted to space hers out enough that she didn’t become overstimulated and call it quits too early. He nibbled and sucked on her bottom lip while massaging her ass. Eventually he released her cheeks from his grasp and instead cupped her face in his hands. His brown eyes studied her delicate features with adoration. He tucked her drying hair behind her ears. 

“Beautiful,” he breathed while staring at her. 

He knew the moment he said it, the timid look would appear back on her expression. He wasn’t wrong. 

“Peter?” She whispered. 

“Hmm?” His eyes closed while he grazed his lips over her burning cheeks. 

“I’ve wanted this for a really long time,” she confessed to him. “Since the first day I saw you. I’ve dreamed about this moment.” 

His eyes opened to stare into hers. There was no hint of deceit hiding behind them. She meant every word. He smiled at her. 

“I guess that makes two of us then,” he placed a soft kiss to her lips. 

She deepened it. Her tongue slid past his lips and danced around his. His hands returned to her ass while hers tangled in his hair. The longer she kissed him, the more her hips began to grind against his dick. He helped glide her along the length of him by gripping tightly onto her cheeks and pushing or pulling her. She was already sopping wet down there and she slid over him with ease. She broke their kiss for her back to arch as she pointed her hips down to maximize the amount of stimulation her clit was receiving. A whimper rumbled in the back of her throat. Peter could do nothing but stare up at her in awe. He couldn’t even fully appreciate the feeling of her cunt rubbing against him. He was too worked up at just staring at her face. A virginal seduction goddess was hovering above him. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her head was hanging back while she worked her hips to create her own satisfaction. He wasn’t even helping anymore. She was doing it all on her own. He could only watch while she used him for her pleasure. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. She was completely lost in her own feelings, rubbing her clit faster against his dick. Her hands were braced against his chest. The rolling of her hips sped up. Her panting got heavier. Peter stared in wonderment as her second orgasm of the night hit her. 

Her entire body shook and convulsed over him. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth hung wide open in a silent scream. Her hips gyrating and trembling until she collapsed on top of him. Her whole body crumbled over his chest. He wrapped her up in his strong arms and held her tightly there. His hands stroked over her hair and down the back of her head to soothe her. 

“Wow,” was all he was able to breathe out. 

He heard her laugh quietly and it only made his love for her grow. She kept her head buried in the crook of his neck. She was breathing heavily. 

“You keep that up and you’ll be too tired for me fuck you,” he joked. 

Her head peeked up at him and she kissed under his jaw, “No way. Give me a minute and I’ll be ready. I want this.” 

She truly was his gift sent from the heavens. 

“I haven’t ever felt like this before,” she lamented. “I never even really touched myself. I mean, I definitely I have a little, but not like this. Nothing ever came of it. It’d just make me more frustrated that I couldn’t find a release to all that tension. I thought I was broken. I feel like I’m being woken up to a new revelation.” 

Peter traced the tips of his fingers up and down her spine, “You’re not broken. I don’t think you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are. The way you lose yourself in your orgasm, the way your body moves, it’s something else. If this college thing doesn’t work out for you, you should try porn.” 

Her light laughter filled the room. It was heavenly. 

“I’m serious,” he said. “I’ll film it for you. I’ll be the best director you’ve ever seen.” 

The thought of cameras popped into his head. He wished he could have a picture of her to remember this night by. Something to look back on. He was unsure how revolted by the idea she might be. He was afraid to ruin their perfect mood.

“I’m not sexy,” she whispered.

It was Peter’s turn to laugh now. He carefully rolled her off his chest and onto her back. 

“Wait right there,” he said as he climbed out of the bed. 

He grabbed his polaroid camera out of his closet. He held it up to show her and stepped onto the bed. Peter stood over her and pointed the camera down at her. 

“Just stay still, exactly as you are, and I’ll show you what I see,” he ordered. 

She made no protests to being photographed. The act of the polaroid was probably less of a scary thought. It wasn’t something that could be shared on the internet. It was more intimate which was exactly why Peter loved them. He snapped the pic. The flash went off to illuminate her body lazily draped over his bed sheets. Her arm was resting above her head causing her breasts to be lifted. Her back was slightly arched and twisted so you could get a great glimpse at the roundness of her bottom. Her bedroom eyes were piercing up at the camera. She was posing like a nude model without even releasing it. He grabbed the picture when it emerged from the camera and placed it on his bedside table to develop. If she was willing to let him take photographs of her now, he could only imagine what the future would hold. He predicted the back of his closet door would be covered in her nude photos in no time. 

Peter took advantage of the fact that she was now under him. He could spend all night just staring at her beautiful naked body but he still needed to sneak a taste of her before he claimed her virginity. He trailed wet kisses down her neck only for her to respond with soft moans. If he didn’t eat her out soon, he thought he might die of starvation. He felt her small intake of breath as he reached her perfect breasts. He kissed all around the firm flesh before dragging his tongue across the sensitive nipple. 

“Yes,” she hissed and pushed her chest forward. 

He didn’t stay there for long though. He had other appointments to make. She closed her eyes as he worked her way down her body. Peter slid down the bed until he was practically kneeling on the floor with his upper body draped across the foot of the bed. The college mattress they were given always felt so small compared to his one at home. 

She knew where he was going, knew what he was planning. Her legs fell open for him. For the first time, he got a proper peek at her hidden treasure. He took a beat to simply admire the beauty before him. He longed for his polaroid again but knew that would be taking it one step too far for her. 

While he took in the sights, he was pleased in knowing that she was finally his. This beautiful pussy was going to belong to Peter Parker tonight. He greeted it by sticking out his tongue and licking the length of her slit. Her body jumped at the touch. 

“Peter!” She cried. “Oh...please...” 

With a finger from each hand, Peter opened up the pretty, little flower of her heated pussy. A trickle of her juices trailed out of the tight hole and her hard clit stood out from beneath its hood. She was most certainly still a virgin. He licked his lips, his mouth was watering at the sight. Peter lightly licked the flesh between her swollen lips and gave a small kiss at the entrance to her hole just like she had for him. He felt her hips start to roll against his face, begging for more attention. His tongue slipped inside of her. 

“Yes, Peter,” she panted. 

His eyes flicked up to catch her playing with her breasts. She was pinching her nipples hard between her fingers and tugging her breasts away from her chest. She liked them to be played with more roughly he could tell. He’d keep that in mind for another night. His tongue probed into her as deeply as he could reach. She tasted absolutely divine. The only time he pulled out was to bathe her clit with mouth then he’d dive back in again. Her panting was getting louder and her hips were starting to lift off the mattress as she humped his face. He could tell she was nearing her third orgasm. He debated it he should allow her to ride it out but decided against it. He wanted her needy for him. The hungrier her pussy was, the easier it would be to swallow his cock. 

Regrettably, Peter pulled his head away from her. There would be times in the future when he would spend the entire day doing nothing but eating her out. Today was not that day though. Her slick juices coated his chin and he licked them off of his lips. She wailed in displeasure as he left her cresting on the verge of euphoria. Her hips bucks against the empty air and she pouted down at him.

“No!” She cried at him. “Why did you stop?”

He gave a breathy laugh and climbed up her body, pecking her lips, “Because I think it’s about time I made love to you, don’t you think?” 

She seemed to accept that idea. A tiny smile hinting on her lips. She gave him a little nod and a slow, sweet kiss. He could tell she was starting to get nervous. 

Peter gently pulled away from her and grabbed a condom out of his bedside stand. His eyes caught sight of the now developed polaroid sitting there. He smiled as he picked it up and handed it to her. 

“Look at you,” he mused. “An angel.”

She took the picture in her hand and studied it over. It was a good distraction for her while he placed the condom onto himself. It was one of the rubbers that was already pre-lubed. It was nothing ribbed or special, just a simple, basic condom. He figured that would be easiest for her. 

“Are you sure that’s me?” She asked. 

He plucked the picture from her hands, glancing between the two, and nodding, “Yep. I’d say they’re a perfect match.” He put it back on the bedside table. He looked deep into her eyes and asked seriously, “Do you trust me?”

She nodded silently, her apprehensive eyes searching his. 

“Then I trust you to tell me to stop if it hurts too much. We can go as slow as you need but you have to tell me.” He bent down and pecked her lips. “Now spread your legs for me, baby.” 

She did as she was told, her legs spreading wide to accommodate him between them. She suddenly looked so vulnerable. His confidence flew out the window when he gazed down at her. He wanted nothing more than to protect her. It made him nervous just looking at her. She was too beautiful for him. What was he doing? 

“Peter?” She questioned him when he had hovered there frozen for a beat too long. 

He snapped out of his daze, “I...I want you to say it.” He wanted to hear it from her. He wanted to make sure this was all okay. He was scared he was taking advantage of her.

She brought her lips up to his ear and whispered with hot breath into him, “I want you to fuck me, Peter.”

His confidence came rushing back. This was exactly what he was meant to be doing. She was made for him and he was made for her. He needed to savor this moment. He would be the first person to fuck her. It was all him. 

He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her wet cunt. He leaned down to kiss her when he started pushing the tip inside. She cooed at the feeling of him parting her lips. He knew the pleasant feeling wouldn’t last long when he reached her hymen. At least he could rest in knowing that her body was still in heat from the assault of his tongue. If she was ever going to be ready, now was the time. 

“I want you all the way inside me, Pete.” She breathed. “Please. Please. I can’t wait anymore. I need you.” 

He wouldn’t argue with that. Peter kept his slow, diligent penetration. Inch by inch he would burry himself into his beautiful angel. He felt her tensing when he hit a certain point. He stopped to check on her. 

She shook her head, “Keep going. Don’t stop. It hurts more when you stop.” 

He continued even when she let out a loud yelp and hissed under her breath. Her body was tensing and he could tell she was extremely uncomfortable. Peter slipped his hand between their thighs and found her clit. It was a little awkward of a position for him to reach but he did his best to keep a finger flicking over it in an effort to soothe her. His mouth also found her nipple and sucked it against his wet tongue. Anything to try and help bring her more pleasure than pain as he continued to stretch her open. She was just so tight. He had heard the term “like a glove” before but she was tighter than that. Her pussy was like a velvet vice, squeezing him harder than anything ever had before. She seemed to be drawing him deeper into her depths. His whole life had lead up to this exact moment. He was cherishing every second. 

As Peter carefully filled her up, her moans started to switch from unease to pleasure. His added ministrations must be providing some much needed relief for her. She started to raise her hips to meet him more and more. He felt wanted. By the time his balls were resting against her ass cheeks, she gave him a little smile. He waited there. Letting his cock stretch her out and better accommodate him. He released her nipple and turned back to her mouth. 

“Are you okay?” He asked between kisses. 

She nodded, “It wasn’t as bad as I thought.” 

His tongue swirled around hers. She was okay. She wasn’t in pain and she was no long virgin. That belonged to Peter now. He wanted to fuck her. He couldn’t keep waiting inside of her without doing anything. Slowly, he pulled back just a few inches and pushed into her again. She sucked in a sharp breath of air. 

“Oh, yes.” She moaned. “Again.”

Peter began his slow and rhythmic thrusts, gently but deliberately fucking her now. Her breath became rapid and her beautiful tits were moving along with each thrust into her. His cock felt wonderful filling her, stretching her tight walls, and scraping over her sensitive flesh as his dick rubbed against her G-spot with every inch. There was nothing in the world that could possibly feel better than this. They both wanted each other. Needed each other. He was in heaven. 

Her hot cunt was a velvet fist gripping his cock as he drew it in and out of her. He loved the sounds of her deep moans. They were getting less reserved with each passing minute. Every new thrust, Peter would pull out further and push in deeper. Soon he was able to slide through her without any restrictions. He could tell she was falling deeper in love with the act of sex too. Her hips would roll up to meet him. They both fell into a perfect rhythm together. 

“Peter, oh, Peter,” she kept moaning his name with her eyes closed. He could listen to that sound forever. His name never sounded so good. 

Peter increased his tempo, plunging in and out, harder and faster, his own needs taking over. He felt her hands slide up his arms and wrap around his neck, his body pressed flat against hers as he fucked her into the mattress. 

“You feel so good, baby. Such a good girl. My sweet angel. Look at how well your pussy is taking me. It feels so good. So tight,” he grunted out the words, not even fully knowing what he was saying. He just wanted to praise her and remind her how lovely she was. 

He felt like a steam engine, slowly starting then picking up the pace as he plowed along. Her rock hard nipples scraped against his abs. He attacked her neck with wet, heavy kisses to leave little bruises over her perfect skin. 

She couldn’t speak as the erotic sensations coursed through her body. She could only moan. Her voice was getting louder. Surely, everyone on the floor could hear her now but that only made Peter want to fuck her harder. Let everyone know. She was his. He was the reason she was screaming like that. All his. 

The sounds she was making was a good hint that she was about to cum soon. Peter could last a long time if he tried but he wanted to climax along with her. He closed his eyes and focused on the feelings electrifying his body. He could feel it building. He pumped harder. His hips were working over time to drive himself into her as far as he possibly could. 

Her grip around his neck tightened and a loud shriek burst from her throat, “I’m coming! Oooh!” Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she spasmed around him. She continued shrieking as pure bliss washed through her body. Her pussy rippled around him like it was trying to milk the cum right out of him. 

That was all it took. Peter sucked in a breath as he buried himself balls deep into her tight, little cunt and shot his load deep into the end of the condom while she drained him of everything he had. A low growl escaped his throat and he bit down hard on her shoulder to keep from screaming. 

The bite must have unlocked something in her because her dying orgasm suddenly flared back up. She rocked her hips harder against him and thrashed her head back and forth against the pillow. Her entire body trembled underneath him. She was gasping for air. 

Peter finally felt himself relax. He was finding it difficult to hold himself up over her any longer so he rolled off her, flipping her over to spoon naked together in the small bed. His hand found her breasts and he palmed it lazily while he closed his eyes. She was panting heavily, having trouble catching her breath. 

She lay there stunned, unable to move or form words, letting Peter pull her into whatever position he wanted. He buried his face in the back of her neck and breathed her in. At some point he pulled off the condom and tossed it into the trash by his bed. Now his freed cock laid nestled between her ass cheeks while she dozed in and out of sleep. Anytime she’d move, she’d brush against his dick. He was already hard again. She was in a for a treat when she realized just long he could really last. He gently grinded his hips into her while his dick slipped between her cheeks and his hands toyed with her breasts. 

“That was the best moment of my entire life,” he mumbled. 

She responded with nothing but a sleepy, “Mmm.” 

He’d let her rest for a little while longer but he knew the night would be one with no sleep. 

He could see a handful of ambulances outside of the station. The crowd of people were being backed up and placed behind police barriers. As he swung overhead, he could sense her down there. He could always sense her in a crowd. She was the first person his eyes were always drawn to. She was standing on the edge of the street, a little ways from the crowd, in her bright yellow rain jacket. It was the one he bought her for birthday this year. Every time she wore it, she would joke that all she needed was a red balloon and a paper boat to finish the look. The hood was pulled over her head to keep the rain off her and she was about to step into a taxi. It was like she could sense him too because she turned her head just as she was getting inside and her eyes lifted to the sky to lock onto him. 

Peter felt his heart lurch with love when she looked his way. Even after all these years, he still got butterflies when he caught her looking at him. He raised his hand to give her a quick wave as he swung overhead. He didn’t have any time to wait for a reply before he turned his attention back to the crowd. By the time he dropped down into the police barrier, she had already gone. 

The derailment wasn’t as bad as it could have been. It could have been devastating but, luckily for everyone involved, the worst case of injury was a dislocated shoulder. There were minor cuts and bruises from people falling over but nothing too serious. The train was already slowing to a stop when it went off the tracks. The biggest challenge was getting everyone out and doing crowd control. Peter chose to spend around a half hour helping out before he decided to bail. He only caused more excitement when people saw Spider-Man walking by and would get the crowds all riled up again. He was more of a hindrance than a help at this point. It wasn’t like they needed him to move any train cars out of the way or break open any doors.

He waved goodbye to the cops helping out and jogged up the stairs. The rain was still coming down hard and the sky was dark and overcast. He was already planning on swinging by to pick up some flowers and dinner for his girlfriend. He got the impression he might have offended her earlier on the phone and he wanted to make it right. His mind was elsewhere when he picked up passing chatter from one of the ambulances still waiting at the scene. 

“Base to Unit 8. You’re responding to a two vehicle accident. Three victims involved. One confirmed fatal, 73 year old male. Two incapacitating injuries, a 52 year old male, conscious but not alert, and a 27 year old female, unresponsive. Female currently trapped inside car. Need all available units to the scene.” 

Peter’s ears perked up at the unresponsive 27 year old female. His stomach dropped and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It was her. He didn’t need to be told. He knew. Just like he knew when there was danger around the corner, he knew they were talking about his girlfriend. 

As the ambulance roared to life, lights flashing and sirens wailing, Peter jumped onto the roof. He crouched down low and stuck on while the car carried him straight to the scene of the accident. His mind was reeling. He tuned his hearing to selectively block out the sounds of the vehicle and listen to the paramedics talking inside. 

A male and a female were speaking. The man was driving and the woman was reading something from the computer installed to the dash to get more information as it was coming in.  

“Alright, it looks like we have a collision between a white van and a taxi. Taxi driver was doa. Unresponsive female was his passenger in the back. The 52 year old male was driving the van. Heavy smell of alcohol on him. He’s just been picked up and is being brought in as we speak.” She read off the text she was receiving to the driver and then paused. “Oh, shit. The van is currently on top of the taxi. That’s why they can’t get her out. They’re calling in the fire department to bring the jaws of life to pry her out now.”

The man driving the ambulance let out a low whistle, “Damn. Terrible timing too. Everyone’s attention is at the derailment. We’re going to be lacking people.” 

“Yeah, you better step on it.” 

As the car attempted to weave in and out of the city traffic, Peter’s heart started beating faster. She was trapped. They were going too slow. Despite wailing on the horn, cars hardly inched out of the way for them. It was one of the curses of living in the city during rush hour. Add the pouring rain, terrible visibility, and a subway derailment and suddenly no one remembers how to drive. This wasn’t going to work. They weren’t going to make it in time. He had to do something.

Peter leaned over the roof to the passenger window and knocked on the glass. The woman looked over, let out a scream of surprise, but quickly collected herself and rolled down the window. 

“Spider-Man, what are yo-”

“Unbuckle your seatbelt, I’m going to pull you out, and bring you to the scene. I can get you there faster. Your friend can keep bringing the ambulance but I need you there now!” His words were panicked and came out slightly slurred from talking too fast. 

She tried to shake her head, to reason with him, but there was no reasoning with him now. His girlfriend needed his help and he wasn’t going to show up empty handed. He would bring the paramedic straight to her. He didn’t have time to argue. Peter crawled halfway in the window and unbuckled her seatbelt for her. 

“Hey, wait!” The driver kept his eyes on the road, still weaving through traffic, and tried to reach for his partner but Peter swatted his hand away. 

“Just drive the fucking ambulance to her! That’s your job! We’ll meet you there. I’m not going to hurt her. I need her. She’ll be safe.” He grabbed the woman by the front of the shirt and pulled her out the open window. 

She clung to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he shot them both into the air. 

“What’s your name?” He called out to her while he flew as fast as he could towards the accident. He didn’t even need to be told where it was. His body just led him in that direction. 

“Uhm,” She tried to catch her breath. He could imagine this was a bit of a shock to her but he didn’t have much time to mull over his decisions. Her hair became soaked to her scalp and she hid her face away from the pelting rain into his neck. “Tiana! Was this really necessary?”

“Listen, Tiana, I’m going to cut to the chase. That 27 year old female trapped in the taxi is the love of my life. I’m going to get her out of that car and you’re going to make sure she lives. Hopefully your partner shows up in time to bring her to the hospital. If not, I’m bringing her there myself, got it? Your job is to make sure she stays stable until I can get her there.” He saw the accident below them and his heart dropped. “Jesus christ,” he whispered under his breath and dropped down. 

 He landed directly next to the two cars, placing Tiana on her feet. The white van was entirely on the roof of the taxi. The front of the roof had been crushed down completely and Peter could see blood splatters in the broken windshield. An older man with half his head caved in was slumped against the steering wheel. The back part of the roof was crushed as well but not as badly. There was a perfect pocket where she had chosen to sit that held just enough room for a body to be saved from being completely mangled. Already on scene were two cops and a firetruck. The firemen were just getting out of the truck as Peter landed. They all looked surprised to see Tiana show up being carried by Spider-Man but there were more pressing issues to deal with than to ask questions. 

Peter ran around to the edge of the taxi and knelt down. Under the collapsed side window, through the shattered glass, he could see a glimpse of his girlfriend. He could only see a part of her but he knew. There was no doubt it was her. The yellow raincoat stuck out against the dark interior. Her hand was covered in blood and lay limp against the seat. He couldn’t see anything above her shoulders from this angle. 

He called out her name and watched as her fingers gave a little twitch in response. That was all he needed. She was alive. Peter started to force himself through the small hole in the broken glass window to crawl in to get her when the van above them shifted. The sound of grinding metal on the roof filled his ears. 

“Stop! It’s not stable!” One of the officers shouted. “We have to get the van off first before we can extract her. If you move the taxi too much, it might shift the weight, and completely crush her. We have people on their way right now who will help.” 

Peter slid back out and shook his head, “I’m not waiting for anyone.” 

He climbed up the side of the taxi and, in a grand feat of strength, threw the van off like it weighed nothing. The van flew through the air and came to a rolling stop against the side of a building. Peter didn’t care what it hit. He didn’t even check if there was anyone still inside. He just needed to eliminate all the threats around her. 

He ignored the commotion of people behind him. One of the firefighters was trying to say something to him but Peter didn't hear a word of it. They were trying to stop him. They had protocols to follow, ways they had to do stuff, but he didn’t give a shit. He was stronger than all of these men combined into one. He could rip their tools in half with his bare hands. They were nothing compared to him. He would rip this car apart himself if it meant getting her out safely.

And he did. 

Not waiting for the jaws of life or the help of anyone, Peter pulled chunks of metal from the taxi and haphazardly tossed them over his shoulder out of the way. He tore off half the roof until there was a big enough hole for him to lower into. Every time someone came close to him to try and restrain him, he would slam his fist into their chest and shove them away. This was his job. He wouldn’t stop until she was in his arms. His eyes focused in on that yellow raincoat until it was all he could see. He just needed to get to it. Once he got to her everything would be okay. Nobody would get in his way. 

Peter jumped down through the hole in the roof onto the back seat and crouched down. It was a tight fit but he was in. She was breathing. Soft, quiet breaths. Her eyes were closed. A deep laceration ran into her skull along her hairline and jutted off in a jagged line down beside her left eye. She was covered in blood. He could tell her arm was broken from the way it hung at an unnatural angle. Her hood was still on her head and his eyes filled with tears. She looked so much smaller in here than he remembered. He forced himself to get his shit together. He couldn’t lose it now. He had a job to do. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’m going to get you out. You’re alright. You’ll be okay. I’ve got you.” 

He ripped through her seatbelt and she slumped against his chest. He ran a shaky, gloved hand across her face and wrapped his arms around her in a hug to hold her tightly to him. He wasn’t even sure he was breathing anymore. His brain felt fuzzy and his limbs felt numb. All he wanted was to get her out of this car. 

“Be careful of her head!” Tiana called from directly outside. She was trying to watch everything through the shattered glass. “Don’t move her around too much. If she’s broken her spine or has a neck injury, you could paralyze her. I don’t think it’s safe to bring her back out through the roof. Can you kick out the door from where you are? If you can get the door open, I’ll help walk you through on how to get her out.”

She seemed to be the only one willing to actually help him right now so he listened. Peter looked over his shoulder, careful not to jostle his girlfriend, and called out, “Move away from the door!” 

He shuffled his body around so he could aim his foot directly at the door and gave a hard kick. The chunk of twisted metal flew off the hinges fifty feet into the air and landed with a crash. 

Tiana reappeared in the freshly made gap, “Good. I would feel a lot more comfortable taking her out on a spinal board but something tells me you aren’t going to wait for my partner to arrive.” 

Peter shook his head, he was starting to panic, he could feel it rising and closing off his throat, “I can’t. I have to get her out. I have to-”

“I know,” she interrupted. Her voice softened so only he could hear, “I know. I understand. It’s okay. We’re going to get her out. Trust me. Can you tell me what your name is?” 

Peter took a deep breath to steady his nerves and whispered back, “Peter.”  

“Okay, Peter. You’re doing really good so far. Is there enough room to lay her down on the back seat?” 

He looked around. The roof had entirely crushed in the other half of the seat. He thanked the fates she had chosen to sit on this side and not the other. “No. We can’t really move very much. It’s too tight in here.” 

“That’s okay. I need you to hold her head up in a straight line so her spine is aligned. Don’t let her flop around. Then very, very slowly I want you to back out of the car. If this was anyone else, I would make them wait, but I just watched you throw a van like it was nothing. I trust that you’re strong enough to maneuver the two of you out of the car while keeping her head perfectly steady. Are you ready, Peter? I’m going to keep my hand on your back and help guide you out.”

“Yeah…yeah. I’m ready.” He felt her place her hand on the small of his back and one around his hips for support while he scooted backwards. 

Slowly, he pulled the two of them back out of the car. Tiana helped guide him to place his girlfriend on the ground. She ordered him to stay at her head, keeping his hands on either side, and to keep her still while she worked. He watched her while she pulled the stethoscope from around her neck and got to work looking her over. 

“What are you doing now?” He asked her. 

“A rapid trauma assessment for any life threatening injuries. Was she conscious or say anything while you were in there?” 

Peter chewed on his bottom lip. He wished he could take his mask so he could see better. The wet fabric wasn’t helping him breathe any easier. “No. She was passed out. Her fingers moved when I called her name though. That was it.” In the distance he could finally hear the sound of the ambulance as it neared closer. “Is she going to be okay?” 

Tiana kept her focus on her patient while she answered, “I don’t see any initial signs of internal bleeding. Besides her arm, no bones seem obviously out of place. The worst visible injury is the one to her head. That’s going to need surgery. She’ll need testing to see if her spine has been injured. In the meantime, we air on the side of caution, and treat her as if it is. The doctor’s at the hospital will be able better assess the damage to her head. Serious head trauma is no joke and, from the looks of things, she got hit hard. They’ll run tests on her brain to see if there’s any damage. Right now, her pulse is weak but steady and she’s in stable enough condition to move her into the ambulance once my partner arrives.” She stood up to look around for any other victims of the crash. “Keep your hands on either side of her head. Don’t move her until I say. You’re doing really good, Peter. Keep it up. I’ll be back in a second. I have to make sure no one else needs my help.” 

He watched her jog over to the officers to ask a few questions. Peter turned his attention back to his girlfriend. The rain was pooling on her face and washing away the blood. He leaned his body over her face the best he could, without moving his hands from her head, to keep the water off of her. Her lips were parted and bruised. She took tiny, little breaths and he could hear a slight wheeze with each one. He tried not to focus on the fact that he could see a part of her skull where her skin was deeply torn open. As the ambulance finally pulled up, Peter steadied himself. He needed to be strong right now. He couldn’t fall apart. 

Aunt May was working tonight. She would be in the trauma center. She would be there when they arrived. She would immediately recognize his girlfriend but not him. Spider-Man was a stranger to her. Peter’s lip trembled. He wanted someone to tell him everything was going to be okay. He pushed away the memories of Gwen. Years ago he had been in such a similar circumstance. He’d already done this once before. He’d already held his girlfriend while she died in his arms. He couldn’t do that again. He couldn’t stand at another dead lover's grave. 

“Don’t you die on me,” he whispered down to her. “Don’t you dare die. You fight and you stay alive. You hear me? Stay alive.” 

Tiana placed her hand on his shoulders and bent down beside him, “This is my partner, Steve. We’re going to place her onto the spinal board and bring her to the hospital. You’re welcome to ride with us, Spidey.” It wasn’t lost on him that she switched his name now that there were other people present. “Let’s do this quickly to get out of the rain and get her inside.” 

Steve placed the board on the ground beside her body. With the help of a few officers, they managed to carefully roll her onto the board and into the car. He got back in the front and started up the sirens. Tiana began hooking her up to machines as they started moving. Peter took a seat off on the side and finally pulled off his mask. He held it tenderly in his hands while he watched on in hollow silence. 

Tiana chose not to mention his lack of mask when she glanced back at him, “She’s a strong girl. We got to her in time. I have faith that she’ll be okay. She’s lucky to have someone like you. Not many people would be able to rip apart a car to get to someone they love, no matter how badly they wished they could.” 

Peter gave a deep sigh. It was hard to make any words come out. Everything felt numb. He just wanted to get to the hospital. He wanted to see May. He wanted his girlfriend to be okay. He wanted to start over the day and do it differently. Why had he been so rude to her on the phone? She was just worried about what was going on outside her work. All she had wanted was to be reassured that things were okay. She wanted to be told she was safe.

He told her to get in the taxi. He should have told her to wait a little longer at work and they could go home together. Now she was fighting for her life and all he could do was stare silently at her. Incapable of giving her what she needed.

A flurry of beeping erupted in the back of the ambulance. Peter’s head shot up and he stood up in a panic. 

Tiana ran to her side, her voice was filled with worry, “She’s crashing! Drive a little faster, Steve!” 

The car lurched forward as they sped up. He was forced to helplessly watch while she started doing chest compressions. His eyes scanned over the monitors. He had on idea what they were saying but the noises they were making didn’t sound good. 

“What’s happening?” He shouted to her. 

She didn’t reply. She was counting her compressions under her breath while she performed CPR. 

“How much further to the hospital?” He shouted up to Steve. 

“Two minutes!” He shouted back. “I just radioed them. They have a team on standby ready to grab us the second we pull up.”

It was the longest two minutes of his life. He had half a brain cell left to remember to tug his mask back over his head as the doors burst open. He was shoved out of the way as a team of people rushed to lower her out of the back. Peter followed behind them helplessly. There was nothing for him to do. No one for him to save. She was in their hands now. He was useless. 

He trailed into the hospital behind them and watched as they took her away from him. He felt his heart disappear with her. 

“Oh, poor thing.” 

He heard May’s voice from across the room. She had caught sight of the group rushing past. There were too many people surrounding the bed for her to get a good look at who was on it. She wasn’t a part of the team assigned to her. She was in her green scrubs and standing by a desk with a file in her hands. Her eyes followed the group of people as they wheeled his girlfriend away and she placed a hand over her heart. 

“I hope they’re alright. I hate when we get car crash victims. Breaks my heart every time.” She smiled at the woman behind the desk and handed her the file. 

It took everything in him not to run over to her and beg for her comfort. She didn’t know him. Not like this. But just seeing her here was enough to bring him to his knees and break him down. She was his safe person and the sound of her voice alone could tear down his walls. Peter sank to the floor as the quiet sobs started and he gripped at his head like he was trying to pull at his hair through the wet mask. He couldn’t do this. If she didn’t make it…

He wasn’t strong enough. 

May took notice of the suited up hero hiding to the side of the room. She quietly walked over, not wanting to draw attention to him, and bent down in front of him. She placed her hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey,” she whispered. “Did you know the person who just came in?”

Fresh sobs bubbled out of him but he shook his head no. She couldn’t know. Lying to her about not knowing his own girlfriend only twisted the knife already plunged into his heart. 

“Were you there on the scene?” She asked. “Did you help bring them in?”

He silently nodded and she gave him a soft smile. 

“I don’t know what you saw out there, or how bad it was, but I know it’s always traumatic anytime someone’s life is put in your hands.” May rubbed her hands up his arms. “I’m going on my break now. Why don’t we go sit out of the way for a minute? I know a quiet place.” 

Peter let her help him off the ground and lead him to a darker corner behind a curtain. He collapsed into a seat and held his face in his hands as he cried. May wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him against her side. She had comforted him like this so many times before in the past. He wanted to pull off his mask. He wanted to tell her that it was his girlfriend they brought in. That she was in trouble. That he was hurting so badly for her. He wanted her to know everything.

But he couldn’t. 

He let her hold him, humming sweet and soothing melodies in his ear, while he broke down. He couldn’t speak because she’d know his voice. He was almost certain she’d recognize the sound of his sobs too. It wasn't like she was unfamiliar with the sounds of his breakdowns. But he held onto the hope that it was too outlandish of an idea for her to even put two and two together.

“I can’t even imagine how hard it is to be a hero like you,” she whispered to him. “You must hold so much weight on your shoulders. No one is meant to do that alone, sweetie. It’s okay to lose it from time to time. I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.” She pressed a quick, motherly kiss to the side of his mask. “Would you like me to go check on the person they brought in? I’ll let you know how they’re doing.”

Peter nodded. He knew the second she went to find out, she would see who it was in the accident. She’d start to panic that Peter had been in the accident too. The very first thing she would do would be to try and call his cell. He couldn’t be here for that. He had to change. He had to get out of this stupid suit. He didn’t want to be Spider-Man. He just wanted to be Peter Parker and be by his girlfriend’s side. 

May stood up, “I’ll be right back. You hang in there, honey. I’m sure you did great today. I’m so proud of you.”

Peter put his fingers to his chin and signed “thank you” with his hand. It was the most he could give her for her kindness without speaking. 

I wish that we could give it a go See if we could be something

Three months passed before you were able to see him. According to May, he had been reclused to his bedroom. She would leave his dinners on a tray outside his door. Sometimes she’d return in the morning to find them eaten, other times she would find them exactly how she left them. It was a Sunday morning when she finally let you inside. She was getting worried for his safety. It had been so long since she had seen him. He wouldn’t open the door for her. Maybe you would have a better chance. She left you alone with him while she ran out to do some errands. 

You took a deep breath as you stood in the empty hallway outside of his bedroom. You gently knocked on the door. 

“Peter?” You quietly called out. “It’s me. I need you to open up. Please.”

You paused to listen for any noise behind the locked door. You desperately wanted to hear the mechanical sound of his lock moving. All you heard was silence. 

“Peter. Peter. I need you.” Your voice caught in your throat. It had been too long since you had seen your best friend. He was your only friend. You were so scared for him. Scared for yourself. If you lost him, too...

You banged on the door this time. You could feel the desperation rising your chest. “Peter! Open the fucking door or else I will break it down!” 

That was an empty threat. You weren’t strong like him and you wouldn’t dare do that to May’s home. Still, there was nothing but silence on the other side. You pressed your ear to the wood to listen closer. 

Muffled footsteps shuffled across the wood floors. He was in there. 

“Fine. You want to play it like that? We’ll play it like that.” You turned on your heels and walked back down the stairs. If your memory served you correctly, Ben would have an old ladder down in the basement. If Peter wouldn’t come out through the door, you would go in through the window. 

You struggled to get the heavy metal ladder up the basement stairs and out the front door. You were a woman on a mission. Nothing would stop you. Today would be the day you saw Peter. You wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. 

You propped the ladder up against his window. There were probably safety measures to keep the ladder from moving but you had no idea how to use them. You’d just climb up and hope the ladder doesn’t move. Tentatively, you placed your foot on first rung. Two stories suddenly looked much higher from down here. You carefully started your climb, thankful that May wasn’t here to see what you were doing. 

“One foot after another. Nice and easy,” you whispered as a pep talk to yourself. 

When you reached his window, you let out a shaky laugh. You had officially gone insane. This was the shit that Peter Parker made you do. He should have just opened the door. Now you were scaling up the side of his house to get to him.

You pushed the window up. 

It wasn’t locked. You figured it wouldn’t be. Peter had a thing about locked windows. He preferred them to always be open for easy access. You shoved his curtains out of the way and got a look inside his bedroom. 

It wasn’t the sight you were used to. 

Clothes were strewn over the floor, mirrors were broken, drawers were ripped out, and holes the size of a fist were dotted across the walls. The smell wasn’t any better. It smelled of musty sweat and rotting food. You had to scrunch up your nose as your eyes watered at the stench.

Peter was hunched up in the corner next to his door. His hollow eyes stared at you, unphased by what you were doing, from his spot. Dark, purple circles wrapped around his sunken in eyes and his cheek bones looked sharp against his pale skin. Even through the layer of clothes he wore, you could tell he had lost a ton of weight. Too much. He looked almost skeletal. Your heart lurched at the sight. Your poor Peter. Suffering alone. You had to get to him. You had to help him. Hold him. Make him better. 

He didn’t move as you tried to shimmy in off the ladder and through his window. His eyes followed your movements but the rest of his body remained still as a statue. It was as if his very soul had been sucked from his body leaving him hollow and empty. A shell of the man he once was. 

You were halfway in the window when you felt the ladder slip. You foot shot sideways, trying desperately to keep the ladder steady, but it fell from your grasp. You heard it scrape along the side of the house before falling into the bushes below. Your eyes widened with fear as you could feel yourself slipping back out the window. Your arms clambered to hold onto the window sill, to keep yourself from plummeting to the ground, doing whatever you could to hold yourself up. You let out a gasp as you started to drop. 

Then his hands were on you. They wrapped around your wrists. Held you in place. You hadn’t even seen him move. One second he was huddled on the floor and the next he was in front of you. Carefully, Peter pulled you up and brought you in through the window. Your feet found the safety of the ground and let out a sigh of relief. 

“That was stupid of you,” he croaked. It sounded like he hadn’t used his voice for anything but screaming in the past few months. It was deep and scratchy like it hurt him to speak. 

“You should have just unlocked your door,” you gave him a snarky reply. 

Peter took a seat on top of his bare mattress. His sheets had been pulled from the bed and lay in a pile on the floor. He was living in squalor. You took in your surroundings. Gwen’s face stared back you. Her picture was plastered on every wall and every surface. It was like he was creating a shrine to her memory. Everything he had left of her was held up to taunt him of his failure. This was not healthy. Peter needed to be removed from this situation if he ever had any hope of healing. You turned to face him. 

“You’re coming to live with me,” you ordered. 

Peter blinked. Besides his eyelids moving, his face remained void of any emotions. “No. I’m not your charity case. I don’t want you. I just want Gwen.”

You pretended like his words didn’t cut deep into your heart, “Gwen is not coming back, Peter.” You matched his harsh words with some of your own. “But you’re here. You’re alive and that is not going to change. I told you before that I’m not going anywhere. Unfortunately, I’m who you have left. I might not be the one you want but I’m the one you have. You can’t keep doing this to May. Every day you break her heart more. It’s taking a toll on her, Peter. She’s not as young as she used to be. You’re hurting her. You need to stop. Get your shit together. You’re not the first person in the world to lose someone they love and you won’t be the last. You’re not special, Peter. Now get off your ass and pack a bag. You coming to live with me.” 

Something you said must have resonated with him because he stood up and grabbed his backpack. You hated being that harsh with him but you knew there was no other way to get through his thick skull. Coddling him wouldn’t help here. He needed to hear the harsh truth for him to understand. Your heart ached as you watched him throw some dirty clothes into his bag. Before he zipped it up, he scanned over the pictures on his walls. His eyes landed on a candid shot of Gwen laying on his bed, her blonde hair splayed out around her, while she smiled mid laugh. He plucked it from his wall and placed in the bag along with this clothes. 

“I’m ready,” he murmured.

I wish I was your favorite girl I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile I wish the way that I dressed was your favorite kind of style

May was on board when you told her the plan. While Peter lived with you, she would do a full clear out of his bedroom. Everything would be washed and cleaned. The pictures would be placed into a box for him to have later. Then his room would be put back together for when he was ready to return home. The two of you would do everything in your power to help him. Your Peter was suffering and you would be there for him. 

Your apartment wasn’t very big. Or fancy. It was your first time every moving out of your parents house. What you could afford was a studio apartment. There was a double bed with a small couch directly next to it and an even smaller kitchen directly next to that. It wasn’t much but it was yours. You had decorated with soft, inviting colors and had a big window to let in the sun. It was your home. And now it would be a shared space with your very depressed and grieving friend. You’d give him everything of yours that you had to offer.

You turned to give Peter a small smile, “Here we are.” 

“You moved?” He asked. 

“Uh, yeah. A few months ago. It’s my first place so don’t judge it too much.” You gently took the bag from his hand. You’d have to do his laundry later if he wanted clean clothes. You were fairly certain he hadn’t wore anything clean in a long time. “I don’t mean to be rude, Pete, but you don’t smell great. Maybe you’d like to take a shower while I run downstairs to the laundry room and wash some of your things?” 

Peter hesitated, thinking it over, then nodded in agreement, “Okay.” 

And that was how the next few weeks of your life went. 

Peter never said much. There was never any emoting done with his face. You’d have to force him to eat meals with you. You’d remind him when to shower. You’d do all his laundry and clean up after him. He’d sleep on the couch most days. Sometimes you’d come home from work and find him curled up, fast asleep, in your bed. You knew your couch wasn’t comfortable. You’d offer him the bed when it seemed like his back might be hurting. He became your full time care. 

The more you doted on him, the deeper in love you fell. You gave more of yourself to him with each passing day. You knew it was wrong. Peter needed a friend, not a lover. He already had a lover. You’d repress your feelings and stick to your role. You’d do what you could for him and hope that one day he would start to heal. 

At night, you could hear him crying. He’d hold Gwen’s picture in his hand and try to keep his sobs as quiet as possible. You ached for your friend’s pain. The sound of his cries would always cause you to tear up as well. You’d bury your head in your pillow and let them soak into the fabric. The tears for the fallen, for the lost lives, and for the pain of those you loved.

You wished you were enough to heal him.  

You wished he saw you how you dreamed he would. 

You wish you could be the one.

I wish you couldn't figure me out But you'd always wanna know what I was about I wish you'd hold my hand When I was upset I wish you'd never forget The look on my face when we first met

Once, you woke up in middle of the night to find your apartment empty. Peter wasn’t in his usual spot on the couch. The bathroom was empty. He was gone. This wasn’t the first time this happened. You knew where he would be. 

You grabbed your robe and slippers and left your home. You took the short walk up to the roof. The door had been propped open with a brick to keep it from locking. People weren’t usually allowed on your building roof. Peter was never one to follow the rules though. 

You padded out into the night air and spotted him sitting on the edge. His feet dangled over the city streets and his face was turned up to the dark sky. His eyes were closed and his cheeks streaked with glistening tears. 

Silently, you took a seat by his side. You always loved how heights made you feel. There was a freedom to being up so high. You felt so small and the world felt so big. You placed a hand over Peter’s. His shoulders sagged at the caring touch and he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered. 

Tears pricked up in your eyes and you swallowed the lump in your throat, “I love you too, Peter.”

“You’re my best friend. I don’t know if I would be alive without you.” 

This was how it would be destined to be. Best friend to the grieving boyfriend who’s true love left him too soon. 

“I’d do anything for you, Pete. Anything at all.” 

I wish you had a favorite beauty spot That you loved secretly 'Cause it was on a hidden bit That nobody else could see

Your own life was placed to the side to care for Peter. Work friends you had started to make faded away into the background. You no longer went out. You used to love to paint, to go on bike rides, to take pictures. You did none of those things anymore. Peter took up your whole life. His sadness had seeped under your skin. It was getting harder to wake up every morning. Dark circles had formed under your eyes. You were loosing weight. You were changing.

Having Peter so close wasn’t how you hoped it would be. It was a constant reminded that he had chose someone else over you. You had always like Gwen. She was a good friend. It just hurt every time you saw them together. It wasn’t her fault, or his, it was yours. You were the one with the unrequited love. You were the third wheel. Now she was gone and you were left as a shitty replacement. You couldn’t ever live up to her. Peter made that very known.

Some night he would get so angry. He would punch holes in your walls that mirrored the one’s from his bedroom. He’d scream until his throat was raw. He’d throw things. Your things. He’d smash and break and cry. He’d throw a tantrum like a toddler who didn’t get his way. You tried to be understanding of his grief. You knew he had to get his emotions out. That was part of healing. Anger was one of the five stages. You just wished it wasn’t directed at you.

“I wish you had been the one to die instead of Gwen.”

Peter had shouted that at you one night. Those words still rang in your ears every time you closed your eyes. They filled your body with their weight and found a home inside your broken heart. You felt like you were drowning in a deep, dark ocean. The icy water filled your lungs and dragged you straight to the sandy depths where you would come to rest for all of eternity.

He didn’t love you. He would never love you.

Basically, I wish that you loved me I wish that you needed me I wish that you knew when I said two sugars Actually I meant three

“Peter,” you approached him one morning. “We need to talk.” 

This was a long time coming. One whole year of caring for him. You were no longer you. He sucked the life right out of your bones until you were nothing but a reflection of himself. Sad, angry, and empty. 

You couldn’t keep living like this. It was time for Peter to go home. You had a conversation with May about it last week. She agreed. She missed her boy. It was time he returned to her. She could care for him better than you ever could, that was clear to you now. You weren’t meant to be with him. Peter needed something you weren’t able to offer. You would never be Gwen. You couldn’t replace her. It might be time you moved on without Peter in your life. 

He looked up from his spot at the table and gave you a small smile when he caught your eye. It had been so long since you had seen him smile. He had forgotten how to use those muscles. His whole face shape changed. Brightened. Softened. For a moment, you saw him in there again. Your Peter. The one you loved. The one you wished loved you back. You took a seat across him in. What you were about to do was going to break you in half. 

“May misses you, Pete. I think-” you hesitated, trying to chose your words carefully. “I think you should go be with her.”

The smile fell from his face. It broke your heart to be the one to chase away that beauty. The smile you thought you’d never see again. You were the one to make it disappear this time. 

“Do you not want me around anymore?” He asked. You could hear the hurt in his words. The rejection. The pain. 

You closed to your eyes to block his face from your sight. If you looked at him, you would falter. “No, Peter. I don’t. I need to take care of myself. You’re not...you. I don’t expect you to be you. I know you can’t be you after what you’ve been through. But you’re different. Too different. I’ve been feeding off your energy like some pathetic vampire. Somewhere along the way, I lost myself. I wanted to help you. I really did. But in helping you, I gave up a part of me. Did you know I used to paint every day? I used to have hobbies, things that I loved, and that’s all gone now. You cast a dark cloud over this apartment until it consumed everything I held dear. I thought I could save you but I can’t. Only you can save yourself, Peter. Only you can be the one the heal your heart.” 

Peter swallowed. There were tears in his warm, brown eyes as he took in what you were saying. You could see the guilt on his face. He was remembering all the nights he had lost it. Remembering all the things he had said in anger to you. Remembering the things he broke and the holes in your walls. He knew you were right. He was bringing you down with him. He bowed his head in shame. You couldn’t bare to look at him. 

“I’ll leave first thing in the morning.” 

I wish that without me your heart would break Yeah, I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake I wish that without me you couldn't eat Yeah, I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Winter had settled around the city. Snow flurries lazily filled the air and swirled around your chilled face as you walked home late one night. Your apartment felt so empty without him. The walls cried out for his company. Everything was too quiet. Sleeping was impossible without the comfort of his soft snores. You were afraid you made a mistake. You lost the one person you loved most in the world.

May called you regularly. She told you Peter was seeing a therapist. He was helping out around the house. He had even taken up some side gigs as a photographer. She credited his change to you. She didn’t know the truth. You had done nothing to help him. He had spent the year with you stagnant. Stuck in time. The second he left your grasp, the healing had began. You were Peter’s own downfall. You should have never stolen him in the first place. It was your own greedy, love stricken heart that craved to keep him so close. He wasn’t yours to keep. He never was. There was a Peter Parker sized hole left in your heart. 

You’d have to learn to live without him. 

As you walked down your hallway, you noticed a note taped to your front door as you approached. You pulled it off and gave it a read. 

“Meet me on the roof. -P” 

Curiosity got the better of you. It had been too long since you had seen him last. An invisible forced tugged you straight to the roof. A piece of string tied between the two of you that was destined to forever pull you closer to the other. You pushed open the door leading to the outside and were greeted with the most beautiful sight. 

Peter was standing at the edge of a large plaid blanket. Lanterns adorned the four edges to hold it down. Stationed in the middle were two canvases, a pot of brushes, and a set of paints. He looked towards you when you stepped out onto the roof. A wistful smile played on his lips. 

“Hi,” he whispered. 

“Hey,” you whispered back. “What is all this?”

Peter gently took your gloved hand in his and lead you onto the blanket, sitting down beside you. “You said you used to paint every day. I couldn’t let you lose that. Not because of me. I thought...maybe...we could paint together. I’ll play a Bob Ross video on my phone and we can try to follow along.” 

You tried to take in everything before you. You couldn’t understand why he would do this. Why would he set this up just for you? You turned to look at him with confusion hiding behind your eyes. 

Peter’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. That same guilty expression that graced his face the last time you saw him replaced his smile. “I need to apologize. I took advantage of you. I didn’t appreciate what you were doing for me. You stopped your entire life to be there for me and, in return, I threw it all back in your face. I started therapy. To help me with my grief. My anger. I reflected my own self hared onto you as a coping mechanism. That wasn’t okay to do. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. When you made me go away...I realized...I needed serious help. Because I didn’t want to lose you, too. I wanted to stay with you. I wanted you. But I knew I couldn’t let myself go down that path until I fixed my own life. You were right. You’re always right. Only I could heal myself. That’s what I’m doing. It’s going to take time. I’m scared. But I know I want you to be there when I’m ready. If you’d have me...if you’d wait for me...I’d love for you be there when the time comes. I can’t fix the past but I can change my future. I want that future to be with you.” 

Nothing in the world would have ever prepared you to hear those words come out of Peter’s mouth. They weren’t the exact words you used to dream of hearing but they were a start. He was trying. His healing would be long but, if you stuck by him, maybe your futures could tangle together. You would always love Peter Parker. From the moment you met him, he had your heart. If he was willing to take care of it, grow with it, love it, you’d gladly let him keep it. 

You tried to soothe your own growing panic as you drove home in the dark. He could be in danger. He could be hurt. Maybe he was bleeding out on the street somewhere. Maybe he needed your help. Or maybe he just never wanted to talk to again. Your mind was racing by the time you pulled into your driveway. Your parents would be asleep by now. The house would be quiet and dark. Some college friends had offered to let you move into their shared apartment for the summer so you could stay in the city but you had declined. You already had this job lined up and you knew you could save money this way but now you were regretting that decision. If you stayed, you wouldn’t have to deal with the worry. You’d be falling asleep in Peter’s arms every night instead of spiraling yourself into a panic attack. 

You dropped your things off in your bedroom and jumped into the shower to wash off the stress from the day. The warm water felt nice on your skin. You closed your eyes and allowed the steam to fill your senses. You desperately missed being touched. Your parents weren’t ever the huggy kind. You grew up never understanding people who were always so touchy feely. They used to make you feel uncomfortable. You hated hugs until you met Peter. He slowly tore down those walls you had built for protection. His hands felt so soft as they trailed along your skin. The feeling of his lips brushing over your face. His hot breath tickling your ear when he whispered his love straight to you. The weight of his body pushing yours into the mattress. It was because of him you were able to start thinking about your past. You could start to unravel why you always flinched whenever someone brushed by you or why you actively avoided any form of human contact. Peter opened a gateway to things you kept buried away. Without him near you, you now felt lost. Powerless. Starved. Craving something. Anything. 

With your coziest pajamas on your body, you crawled into bed after your shower. Your phone was still void of any messages. An entire day without him. That was the longest you had gone since you met him in your Chemistry class at the beginning of the year. Not even a good morning text back. You weren’t sure whether to feel scared for his safety or scared for your relationship. Either way, your stomach felt uneasy and your mind was buzzing with anxiety. All you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you it would be okay. 

You grabbed his hoodie from under your covers. He had given it to you the night of your flight back home. It had been curled up in your bed ever since. His smell had long since left the thick fabric but a part of his soul still clung on. When you hugged his hoodie, you could feel him hug back. You tugged your pillow down and placed the sweatshirt on top, wrapping your arms around them both, and hiding your face into them. Quiet tears began to flow. You missed him. Everything hurt without him there. You wanted your Peter and nothing could possibly heal that pain except for him. 

And he wasn’t anywhere to be found. 

“Why’s is my pretty girl crying?” 

Your breath caught in your throat and ice slithered through your veins. You kept your face hidden in your pillow. This wasn’t real. That wasn’t really his voice. You were loosing it. It wouldn’t be the first time your mind played tricks on you. Everywhere you went, you thought you saw him. Fleeting glimpses of the back of his head, his whisper from around the corner, the smell of his cologne. It’d make your heart leap and your head whip around to find him, only to be greeted with nothing. You had become pathetic and desperate. This wasn’t real but you wanted it to be real so badly. If you didn’t lift your head to check, you wouldn’t be faced with the emptiness of your dark room. You could pretend for a little while longer. 

You heard soft footsteps cross the room and a hand brushed over the back of your head. Your shoulders sagged and your body relaxed at the touch. A quiet whimper fell from your lips. This was all you wanted. Your Peter. 

“Look at me,” his voice whispered. 

You shook your head and kept your face hidden, “No. When I look, you won’t really be there.” 

“I’m here. I promise.” His words were so soft. So real. “Look at me.” 

When you refused, you felt him kneel down beside the bed. His fingers grazed over the side of your face, brushing along your cheek and down your neck, before tucking your hair behind your ear. It felt too real. 

He leaned in closer, his mouth against your ear, and whispered, “I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see you. I needed you. I had to come. Please. Look at me.” 

You took a deep breath and peeked your watery eyes out from their hiding place against your pillow. Peter’s pained but smiling face was in front of you. You could feel a cool breeze from your open window wash over you. 

“Are you real?” You asked. 

He leaned down and placed a warm kiss to your forehead. The back of his hand brushed against yours, begging for you to hold him. 

“I’m real.” His fingers anxiously reached for yours. “Touch me. Please.”

You spun away from him and tried to reach for the zipper on your back. You wanted to get this ruined dress off as quickly as possibly. When you couldn’t quite reach it, you stomped your foot and let out a frustrated scream. 

“I’m the asshole?! Really?” Peter strode up behind you, still yelling, and angrily unzipped the dress for you without being asked. “I didn’t do anything!” 

The dress fell from your shoulders and landed in a pool of fabric around your feet. You turn back around to glare at him. “Exactly! You did nothing! You’re supposed to step up and handle shit when your ex-girlfriend pours wine on me!”

You watched as his eyes lose focus as they feasted themselves over all your newly exposed skin. You snap your fingers in front of his face to draw his attention back to you. 

“Peter!” You shout at him. He quickly flicks his wandering eyes to meet yours. “You are the most pathetic, irritating, frustrating piece of shi-” 

His lips are on yours before you can even finish your insult. You let out a muffled cry of annoyance as he pushes you back against the wall. His tongue is already aggressive probing along your lips and forcing its way into your mouth. His action is met with an involuntary moan from you which only fuels his hunger. The feeling of his hands vigorously clawing up your spine to unclasp your bra sends you into a haze of mixed emotions. 

You shove your face away from his, trying your best to stay angry, though you both know it’s rapidly fading. “Peter!” You scold him. “This is not the time!” 

He responds with an amused chuckle and tosses your bra to the side before attacking your lips once more. Your legs buckle the moment his warm hands have cupped your breasts in their large grasp. Your head feels likes you’re spinning and you can’t help but whimper at the touch. Your hips act on their own accord and you find yourself grinding at the bulge growing in his dress pants. He reciprocates by pressing the weight of his body into you, pinning you tightly between the wall and himself, with no place else to move. 

His breath is ragged with excitement and a growing dark smile spreads across his face, “Are you still angry?” 

“Yes. I still think you’re an asshole.” You gave him a look as if to challenge you. 

Of course, he rose to the occasion, just as you knew he would. Peter wrapped an arm around your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder. A yelp burst out of you as his free hand made contact with your ass and a loud slap echoed off the walls. Your yelp was quickly followed by a moan of pleasure at hard sting of the spank. You felt his shoulders bounce with silent laughter at your reaction. 

He stopped once he got reached the edge of the bed and he dumped your body onto it. The mattress springs groaned at the sudden drop and you had the brief worry that Peter would be breaking yet another one of your beds tonight. The worry didn’t last long once you felt his wet tongue trail down your sternum and between your breasts. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the feeling and you arched your back to press yourself closer to him.

He continued his trail of kisses down your stomach until he stopped just above the waistband of your underwear. 

With a satisfied sigh, you breathed out his name, “Oh, Peter.”

For whatever reason, this beautiful woman had chosen Peter to bring home for the night. She ensnared his fingers with hers and dragged him into her hotel room like a cat dragging home its prey. His head was still spinning from the drinks they had shared earlier. He hardly had a second to look around before she pounced on him. She made quick work to rip open his pants and slide them down his thighs. Everything was happening so fast. His breath came out in heavy bursts as he started to panic. 

---

Three hours ago, he had entered a bar for some drinks to help him wallow in his own self pity. He was tired and frustrated. Pent up from his lack of human contact and isolation. He needed to get out before he began punching holes in walls again as a form of stress relief. There had to be something better to give him the release he so desperately craved these days. Drowning himself in alcohol might be his best bet tonight. 

Two hours ago, he had watched her enter. He was already a few drinks in. His mind was beginning to fog but that didn’t stop him from blatantly admiring her elegance. She wore a well tailored black, silk gown. It sparkled under the lights when she moved. It was far to fancy for a run down establishment such as this. Her slick, raven hair lay in carefully crafted waves over her shoulder and her red lipstick drew the eyes attention down towards her full lips. Peter watched as she smiled in knowing that all eyes were turned on her. It felt like even the music had slowed down at her entrance. She glided over to the bar, her sights lingering on Peter for a brief passing moment, before turning her attention to the man behind the counter. 

“One gin and tonic, dear. Thank you in advance,” she spoke with grace and class. 

He could smell her perfume, invading his senses, with the scent of high class luxury. Why a woman such as this would dare enter a dirty, cheap dive bar was beyond his understanding. Her presence only intrigued Peter further. He had to know more.

He leaned over, daring to be the first one to speak to this mystery woman, and asked, “You seem to be lost. This can’t be the address you were looking for?” 

She cast her eyes down at him, studying his face, sizing him up, then replying with a knowing smirk. “Hasn’t your mother ever taught you manners, young man? Never question a woman on her intentions. It’s dreadfully rude. I am exactly where I intend to be.” She gave the bar tender a nod of thanks as he slid her drink across the counter. He watched in awe as she handed back a crisp 100 dollar bill in exchange for the small drink. 

Peter cleared his throat and laughed under his breath, “My mother’s been dead for over 15 years. My apologies if I offended you, ma’am.”

She paused with her drink halfway to her lips to give him another side glance. “You can not offended someone such as myself. I’ve heard every insult there possibly is to be thrown at me. I’m tough as nails, darling. Don’t worry you’re pretty, little head about it. This is exactly the bar I want to be at tonight. No one here knows me. It’s exactly how I wish.” 

One hour ago, Peter had found himself huddled around a corner table with this intriguing vixen. She seemed to thrive off his devoted attention and he was overcome with the urge to please her. It was the way she conducted herself that drew Peter in. With just a simple smile and flutter of her lashes, she had him wrapped her well manicured fingers. He refused to take his eyes off her for even a second. Utterly captivated with this unlikely beauty. 

“What’s a young, handsome boy like yourself doing out late at night all alone? Surely you’ve got a girlfriend waiting at home for you.” 

Peter smiled, feeling the blush crawl up his neck to his cheek, “No girlfriend, ma’am. And I’m not alone tonight. I have you for company.”

She laughed, “Aren’t you the little charmer. My name’s Magdalene. You may call me Maggie. I’d appreciate it if you stopped calling ma’am. I’m know I look like I could be your mother but I’d prefer not to feel like I’m a million years old. Maggie will do just fine.”

“Maggie.” Her name dripped from his lips like honey. “I’m Peter. Why are you out here tonight?” 

She took a sip of her drink and gave him a wistful look, “My husband is cheating on me with our 20 year old nanny. I booked the hotel across the street with his credit card and am going to attempt to rack up the charges until it becomes blatantly obvious that I’m returning the favor. I came into this bar tonight to find someone such as yourself. I’m going to bring you back to the hotel, treat you to champagne and food, an obvious romantic meal for two, then fuck you until you can no longer remember your name, Peter.”

His eyes widened and he had to shift in his seat to hide growing erection. He’d never met a woman who was so blunt with what she wanted before. He quickly downed the rest of the alcohol in his glass for a boost of much needed confidence. “What are we waiting for then?”

---

Peter gasped at the sudden exposure to the air swirling around his most intimate places. Nerves tingled along his skin. It was so fast. He was expecting the promised champagne and food as a warm up. He thought he’d be able to ease into it. She had no idea he was a novice at this. No woman had ever seen him in this light and he was starting to panic. 

Maggie sank to her knees in front of him, she grabbed his cock with her fist, smiling up at him before slipping it into her mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as he fell against the wall. He had only ever dreamed of this, late at night, hidden in the dark safety of his bedroom. Nothing he had ever dreamed could live up to the reality of feeling his cock slide into the warm, wet depths of another's mouth. He was terrified he would explode right then.

She started to bob her head to a steady rhythm, taking him deeper, and moaning in pleasure as she did. He could feel the vibrations around him. Despite his lack of experience, he could tell she knew exactly what she doing. This was a mature woman with years of practiced experience under her belt. He was not going to last long at all. He only hoped he wouldn’t disappoint her. 

Her tongue stroked around the tip of his shaft as she cast a sultry gaze up at him, removing her lips with a satisfying popping sound to speak, "You taste absolutely delicious. Your cock is magnificent. No wonder my husband is fucking the nanny. If her body is half as sexy as yours, I don’t think I could blame him."

There was no way he was going to survive this night. His hands tangled in the back of her hair and silently urged her beautiful mouth back onto his cock. He needed more of her. His hips bucked up to push himself closer. 

He felt her smirk as he took control. She snaked her fingers around him and worked him back into her mouth. Her lipstick leaving red rings around his cock. It was a sight he never wanted to forget. 

Withdrawing him from her lips she began to lick his balls. His legs were quaking. He screwed his eyes tightly closed and let the sensation of her tongue wash over him. He looked down at her as she took him back into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down and her full breasts undulating from side to side as she began to suck him faster and harder. He could feel his muscles starting to clench. It wouldn't be long now.

She popped her lips off from his cock, keeping up the same pace with her hands, and she smiled up at him.

"Tell me," she whispered. "Where's your favorite place to cum? My mouth? Tits? What will be, baby? What do you like?"

Peter faltered. He swallowed hard, finding it very difficult to think or form coherent sentences at the state he was in. "I-I, uhm, I don't know...I've never..."

She paused, much to his anguish, and tilted her head to the side, "Hold on. Are you a virgin?"

Peter felt his cheeks heat up and he quickly stammered out, "I think so. I mean, yes. Is that bad? Should I have told you that?"

She chuckled to herself and rolled her eyes, slowly pumping his cock in her hand, "It's fine, baby. It's just something we'll have to fix tonight. Won't we?"

He nodded, desperate for the release she was agonizingly holding off.

"Cum in my mouth then. I’ll swallow every drop. Give me that sweet virgin cum. Watch this." She placed her lips back on his cock and proceeded to deep throat his entirety.

That was all it took.

He let out a low grunt and emptied himself into her willing mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered, his legs shaking, gripping tightly onto the back of her head until there was nothing left. He slumped back against the wall with a lazy, awed smile. "That was amazing."

He watched her lick her lips, catching a bit of semen with her finger and licking it off. It might have been the erotic thing he had ever witnessed. She stood up and pressed her body against his. He wasn’t sure what to do next. Was he allowed to touch her? He was afraid to try. 

Maggie brushed a hand through his hair and cupped his cheek. He instinctively leaned into her palm, his eyes closing at the tender touch. 

“Kiss me,” she whispered. 

Their lips met for the first time. Peter sighed with happiness. He dared to bring his hands to her hips, feeling the silk of gown between his fingers, and running up her sides. When she didn’t show any signs of protest he felt his confidence get bolder. He could feel the heat of her body against him and his hand slid down over her ass. He squeezed at a handful of her cheeks with elicited a soft moan from her. She flicked her tongue into his mouth. This was familiar to Peter. He had engaged in many heavy make out sessions in the past. He knew this territory. Soon they were in a loving battle of their tongues. Wresting through needy moans and groping hands. He practically whimpered when she eventually pulled away. 

“Would you be a doll and help me out of this?” She turned around to expose the back of her dress to him. 

Peter kicked off the rest of his pants that were constricting around his ankles and stepped up to her. Tenderly, he unzipped the gown. She turned back around and let the dress fall from her shoulders, giving him a show, as it slowly slid off her body to gather around her feet. She was wearing nothing but a red thong under the dress. Her bare breasts hung from her chest looking warm and inviting. He wanted to bury his face between them. She must have seen the lustful gaze he was eying her with because she laughed softly to herself. 

“It’s been years since someone looked at me with that kind of passion. Good to know I’ve still got it. You’re allowed to touch them, Peter. You’re allowed to touch any part of me. Tonight, I’m all yours to play with. Anything you want. Let me teach you everything I know.” 

It didn’t take long for his erection to spring back up when she was talking with desire in her voice. He gently moved towards her and adored the sound of her quiet gasp when he made contact with her breast. He gave them a light squeeze, lifting them, weighing them in his palm, mounding them, getting more assured with each passing second. His hands began to drift, starting to roll and pull at her hard nipples. She signed at the sweet sensations flooding through her body. It was clear that Peter had at least watched enough porn to get the gist on how to please a woman. The boy was a natural. He was patient, taking his time to admire her body, lovingly working on her nipples. 

He shifted his hands to her hips and pushed her back onto the bed. Anytime he took control, she would get a look of pride and excitement on her face. She did as she was silently instructed and scooted back onto the mattress, laying her body out seductively on the bed, inviting him to join her. Peter wasted no time. He threw his shirt off and climbed over her to continue his explorations of her breasts. Maggie shuddered and gave a quiet cry when he lightly punched at the swollen nub, dragging it up and away from her body, only to release it and watch giggle back down into place. 

“I could stare at you for hours,” he murmured. 

Peter swore he felt her heat up at the compliment. She gripped onto the back of his head and pushed his face down her breasts, “There you go, sweetie. Work your tongue over me. Use your teeth. Enjoy my body.” 

Her warm, supple flesh pressed against his cheek. He nuzzled his nose against her and smiled into her skin. She smelled divine. His tongue flicked over her needy nipple, lightly and slowly dragging it across the length. She purred at the sensation. Peter grasped it between his teeth to give it a gently bite which caused her hips to lurch forward. 

“Oh, yes. More,” she begged. 

He worked on her breasts, using his hands and mouth, doing what felt right in the moment. It was absolute heaven. As he got lost in the joy of sucking on a woman’s tits, he could feel her shimmying her underwear off her hips until she kicked them off the bed. Her legs spread, giving him further access to her body. She wanted to urge him further. 

Maggie’s hand moved down to his balls, cupping them in her palm. He yelped at the sudden invasion which caused her to laugh. “Already hard again? Such a good boy.” 

Her praise flooded through him. It was a similar feeling he used to get when he was in school. Any positive attention from a pretty teacher would send him spiraling. He needed to please them. He craved their praise, wanting more, wanting them to love him. He whimpered when she slid her hand over his shaft. He’d do anything for this woman. Anything at all that she wanted and she could sense it. 

“Touch me while I touch you. Don’t be afraid. I’m all yours,” she coached him. 

Her hand ran up and down his cock, thumbing over its swollen head at the top of each long stroke. It twitched in her hand just as eager to please her as Peter was. Squeezing harder, Maggie began to drag the velvety skin back and forth over its iron core, slowly at first, then moving fast with each passing stroke. 

She gave a low moan as Peter’s hand finally began to wonder from her breasts. His fingers grazed over her soft, pudgy stomach, pausing to trace along her C-Section scar, before tangling in her pubic hair. He was so close to the prize now. He let his shaky, nervous fingers ghost over wet sex. She closed her eyes at the feeling. 

“Please,” she begged. “Please. Touch me. Be a good boy and don’t make me wait.” 

A long finger traced the length of her pussy. His heart was pounding in his chest as he gently probed it against her open. She parted for him, practically sucking him in up to his knuckle. 

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered under his breath. 

“That’s a good start, baby. Use your thumb to brush over my clit.” She had released his cock but he didn’t mind. He was too enamored with her pussy to focus on his own pleasure. He did at he was told, circling his thumb around her hooded clit, and softly pressing into it with little flicking motions. He added a second finger into her depth and began pumping his hand in and out of her. 

Maggie sighed in pleasure, “That’s it. Go a little deeper and curl your fingers upwards.” Her back arched when he obliged. “Yes. Yes. Like that. Such a quick learner. I need your mouth down there. I need you taste what I have to offer you. Feel that wetness, baby? That’s all for you. Drink from me. Indulge in you success.” 

Every word she spoke sent shivers down his spine. She was the most erotic woman he ever had the pleasure of meeting. Peter settled himself between her legs. He pushed her thighs apart to get a better view at what he was working with. He had frequented many sites in the past. He had seen a vagina before just not in person. This was a whole different rodeo. Being this close made his skin tingle with excitement. Her slick juices leaked out of her begging for him to latch on. He wasted no time. 

His tongue lapped at her wetness, tasting her, loving her. He probed into her depths, a little unsure on what to do but willing to experiment. Her held breaths coupled with her light writhing lets him know how worked up she’s getting. As if the heat emanating and dripping wetness wasn’t clue enough. He adored learning the love language of her body. Peter takes long laps of her core, probing his tongue in and out of her, eliciting sweet moans from her as she tries to buck against his tongue. 

“The clit, Peter. Don’t forget the clit,” she mewls through gasps of breath. 

Getting the hint, Peter rolls his tongue over her clitoris. Instincts take over and he purses his lips together into a kiss that sucks it in, creating a little suction, as he pulls his lips off. Another satisfied moan escapes her and he does it again before lapping a soft tongue in circles around it. 

“Yes, yes...Peter. That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.” 

His arms snaked around her thighs to hold her closer, burying his face between her legs as he ate her out with vigor. She was his current life force. Her pleasure meant he could survive another day. He feasted on her with wild abandonment. Completely losing himself in the moment. His only goal to push her over the edge she was teetering on. 

Her thighs tightened around his head, locking him in place. Her hips started to rise off the mattress. He followed with her. Never slowing his pace or stopping to breathe. Her hands found his hair and she grabbed a fistful of his soft locks. The feeling of his hair being pulled caused a needy moan to claw out of his throat. He sped up his ministrations. 

Maggie began to shriek, “I’m cumming. Oh god, I’m cumming!” She bucked her hips violently against his face. “Yes, yes. Oh, shit!” With a loud, drawn out cry, her body withered and thrashed on the bed. She shoved his head away from her as she came crashing back down in a fit of hysterics. He watched in awe as her body shook and twitched with the lasting effects of the orgasm coursing through her. A dazed look appeared on her face and she came to a rest. He had never witnessed anything so erotic in his life. She was his own succubus sent to seduce him and claim his virginity. 

Peter didn’t move except to wipe the wetness dripping from his chin. Maggie had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. He was afraid to disturb her from her high, wanting her to lead him into what do to next. She reached a hand out for him and motioned him closer to her. He crawled over and nestled into her side, tenderly rubbing his cheek and nose over her shoulder, and absentmindedly playing with her breasts. 

She sighed with bliss, “For someone who claims to never have done that before, you can eat pussy with the best of them.” She brushed a loving hand through his hair. He felt a strange mix of being comforted by a mother and a lover at the same time. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that but, in this moment, he wasn’t going to question it. He’s was too pleased with his situation to delve any deeper into the matter. As long as Maggie was happy, he was too. 

He trailed his hands over her chest and admired her body. It was different from the young women he would watch on porn sites. She wasn’t stick thin and perfectly hairless. She had wrinkles and marks along her skin. Her skin was tight in places and sagged in others. There were scars and her belly would pudge out when she scrunched up. Her hips were wide with cellulite and stretch marks covering her. And, yet, she was able to turn him on more than any porn star he had ever watched. She looked so real. So natural. A true beauty. 

He toyed with her nipples, a callused thumb brushing over the hard nub, and left wet kisses along her collar bone. She sighed in content, “One of the best orgasms I’ve had in a long time. Give me a minute to recover, sweetheart, and then I’ll make sure to repay for that wonderful gift. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll be ready to play again in a little bit. I’m not as young as I used to be.” Maggie closed her eyes, a lazy smile drifting onto her lips, and she moaned happily as Peter continued to trace patterns on her skin. 

For the first time since entering the hotel room, he had a second to actually look around. He knew they had taken the elevator all the way to the top floor. They had floor to ceiling corner windows overlooking the city streets from high up above. The room was huge and looked expensive. It probably cost more for one night here than he entire monthly rent. This wasn’t the kind of place Peter had ever visited before. The allure of the rich only made this woman feel more powerful, elegant, and unobtainable to him. The fact that he was laying naked next to her felt like a strange glitch in reality. 

Maggie opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She reached her hand out to grip his head, pulling down to her mouth. The tip of her tongue traced light over his lips. Peter opened them and met his tongue with her, dancing around each other. He could feel his heart pounding as she explored between his lips, pushing deeper, teasing and playing with him. His stomach flipped with excitement feeling himself getting more turned on with her attention. Her eyes fluttered opened when she gentle pulled away. They held the greatest softness he had ever seen. Her fingertip traced lightly along his sharp jaw line. 

“Are you ready to become a man, Peter?” 

A shudder ran through his body and he silently nodded with wide, lovestruck eyes, “Yes, please.” 

Maggie gave him a quick peck on the lips and with a strong push, rolled him onto his back. His engorged member swaying in front of her as she looked down at it with hungry eyes. 

“You’re certainly a big boy. Much more appealing than my husband. I can’t wait to feel you fill me up.” With a soft chuckle, she straddled his hips, hovering over him. “I go bareback. Is that alright with you? Don’t worry about getting me pregnant, darling. I’m long past that phase in life. Just got a clean bill of health this week, as well. I came prepared knowing what I was looking for. Would you prefer a condom anyway?” 

Peter shook his head no. He didn’t give a shit either way as long as he got to feel himself inside of her. 

She smiled at his response, “Good boy.” 

Slowly, she reached behind her and guided herself onto his thick length. Peter gasped when he felt the the tip of his crown push between her lips. He resisted the urge to buck upwards and bury himself entirely inside of her. Let her take control. She knew what she was doing more than he did. Maggie paused for a moment, sitting upright, her eyes closed, and allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of being slowly filled. Happily stretched out by Peter’s manhood as she lowered herself inch by tantalizing inch. 

Peter lay perfectly still. His eyes sweeping back and forth between the look of elation on her face and her swaying breasts. His hands rose up to glide over her waist and stopped to seize the tops of her hips. She finished her decent and came to rest against his pelvis with a quiet exhale. 

“Oh, Peter, sweetie. You feel amazing. Look at you. Finally a man.” Her smile playfully teased him. 

“Are you going to start moving or am I going to have to flip over and fuck you senseless myself?” The words coming out his mouth shocked even himself. He had no idea where that domineering confidence came from but he didn’t regret it. She had awoken something in him. A beast who was ready to play. 

Maggie moaned at his sudden change and began rolling her hips over her cock. Her hands reached out to brace herself on his chiseled chest for better leverage with her movements. He watched as her eyes closed and she became lost in the feelings of fucking this young man. Peter thought that he had never seen such a lovely sight with such a desirable woman before. She was someone who knew exactly what she wanted and knew how to get it. She used his body to please herself. Of course, he was getting waves of pleasure from it as well, but it was nothing compared to hers. 

Her breast swayed with her concentrated rocking and he reached up to admire the sight. Hand swept to capture her, taking her swollen nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pulling, tugging, and gently twisting them. Maggie drifted in a wave of pleasant sensation as she rolled up and down on his virgin cock. The taunt rim of his crown pushing back and forth across her velvet lining helped fuel her arousal. Each millimeter of him pushing into her and flaming the growing fire inside her loins. She gave short cries each time Peter’s fingers firmly pinched and pulled at her nipples. He couldn’t believe he got to look at this vixen above him. Riding him like the mature, experience woman that she was. He couldn’t have asked for a better first time. 

Peter bent his legs and forced his hips upwards to push further into her body, meeting her thrusts with his own. Maggie’s eyes shot open and let out a whimper, “I’m going to cum.” That was his sign to keep up his thrusts for her. Her hips frantically ground against him begging for building release. She dropped all of her weight onto her pussy and her back went rigid. A loud cry exploded out of her and her body shook with her second orgasm of the night. Peter could feel her walls constricting and pulling at his cock. If he really focused he could bring himself to cum with her but he held off. He let her experience the high alone, riding his stiff rod until the feeling subsided. 

“Peter, baby. You make me feel so good.” She brought her hand up to caress her breast and squeeze her nipples while she squirmed above him. “Mm, you didn’t cum. Let me make you cum.” Her body twitched with small spasms each time she tried to force herself back into the motions she was doing before. The orgasm had taken a lot of out of her but she was solidering on for his sake. 

As much as he loved seeing her up there, he could sense that she was getting tired. Her legs were shaking from holding herself up. It was time he took control instead. Peter sat up, wrapping his arm around her waist, and easily flipped her over onto her back. She yelped as she was thrown back into the bed. A lustful fire burned behind her eyes. She wanted him to take control. She loved the man she was watching blossom before her. 

Peter grabbed her wrists and pinned them to pillow above her head. He could feel her nipples brush across his chest every time he thrusted into her. She had her enjoyment and now it was time for him to take what he was craving. 

“This it, baby.” She gasped. “Use my body. Make yourself feel good. I’m all yours tonight.” 

Maggie spread her legs wider for him and he slid in deeper, his balls slapping against her skin. She shivered as the echo of her orgasm shimmied within in her like she never fully came down from the high. It was already building in her again. He had the stamina that her husband lacked and the kind that she desperately needed. She wanted to be fucked senseless and he was giving her everything. 

Peter tried to keep most his weight on his knees and elbows, afraid of crushing her under him, and he pounded into her. His body was taking over. It knew exactly what to do and what it needed and he was just along for the ride. He heard her squeal as he sped up. Her legs wrapped around his hips to pull him back in every time he thrust out and her arms clung to his neck. His ragged breath came out in hot grunts against her ear. They both knew he was getting close. 

He felt as if his ball were heavy as bricks and stuffed inside Maggie’s slippery cave his cock felt twice its normal size. The magic of her pussy made him feel like he could have anything he wanted. Beneath him, she began to gasp each time his stomach slapped down onto her. Her heat up building, never having fully left, just like his own growing need. 

Peter’s eyes were closed in intense concentration. All he could think about was getting his release. She tugged him out of his obsessive haze by reaching up and locking her lips with his. He had almost complete forgotten there was an actual woman under him. He was too caught up in his own pleasure. His hands tangled for a fistful of her hair as he plunged into her. A growl came from deep within in his chest. Their bodies became one. She let out a howl as her third orgasm hit her. It seemed to last forever. Growing ever more powerful than she had ever felt before. Her pussy milked him with its tightening, quivering walls. Her world was filled with joy and she clutched his body to her, long nails digging into his back, gasping for air, and crying out in a wordless bliss. 

That was all it took for Peter to lose control. He grunted, frantic, hips slapping and losing all rhythm. 

“Cum inside of me. Fill me up, baby. Fill me full of your seed. I want all of you.” She whispered in his ear. 

Peter went rigid. His hardness pulsating and throbbing within her, he gave a final thrust and emptied himself deep inside her pussy. His body collapsed, his full weight pressing on top of her. He felt as if he was boneless and unable to move. His hoarse panting filled her ears. The remnants of her own orgasm still shivering through her. 

“Such a good boy,” she praised him. “Such a good little learner.” She soothed his arching, spasming body by petting his hair and rubbing his back. “You treated me so well, sweet thing. You rest now. Let Maggie take of you. Just close your eyes and rest.” 

WARNINGS:

At some point this 6 part fic will contain graphic imagery and very dark, disturbing topics. Peter is a serial killer. There will be detailed talks of blood and murder and graphic descriptions of dead bodies. He has little care for human life. 

There is also a heavy smut element to this fic. Nudity, masturbation, sex. It’s mostly a dark erotica. 

There is domestic abuse involved. Descriptions of a man physically, verbally, and sexually hurting a woman.

If you are unfamiliar with the Yandere trope:  “A yandere is a character who becomes violently possessive of a love interest. A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.” This is how Peter will be written in this AU.

Stalking, obsessive, abusive behavior, psychological issues, rage, abduction, keeping someone captive, bondage/ bdsm, toxic men every which way you turn

There is a serious Non-Con element to this involving the woman Peter is fixated on. Includes touching her/having sex with her while she is asleep/unconscious and when she’s awake. She is also abused sexually by another man and at the hands of Peter. This is a rapefic.

Use of drugs to subdue a person.

If that offends you or you are triggered by these topics, for the love of all that is holy, go read something else. I promise, this is not the fic for you. 

This is a work of fiction. It is not real. Don't cry to me if you don't like the topic of choice.

Chapter One

Thick, warm, ruby red blood coated his hands. He held them up to the bathroom light and a dark smile grew across his features as he admired the sight. The light looked so beautiful as it reflected off the glistening liquid dripping down his arm. He brought his hand to his face and wiped the wet blood across his cheeks and mouth to paint on a deranged smile. He could taste the copper metallic on his lips. It had been months since he had felt this alive. His heart raced with excitement in his chest. Something stirred deep within his loins. His awakening was happening. He’d waited so long to feel this again. Exactly six months. Half a year. 

His slippery hands fumbled with the zipper to his pants. He hurried to unleash his cock from its strict confines. His hands wrapped around his stiff length as red coated the skin. 

Peter Parker was finally whole once more.  

The high was something he tried to live off of for as long as he was able. He could feel his cool off periods getting shorter with each new kill. The more death he had under his belt, the more he needed it. Craved it. He longed for the release. It was the only time he could achieve that high but it was becoming more difficult the longer it went on. By now, the police were well aware a serial killer was hiding in their midst. Peter had to be careful. He had to take a break. Things had to cool down before he could kill again despite his growing agitation.

The body graying in his bathroom tub was what he needed to focus on now. It was the first time he had brought a victim home. Peter had lured the man off the streets with the promise of drugs. He wanted him inside of his house. Here, he could take his time. There was no rush. He had so much time to play and he savored every second alone with the man. Now all he needed was a means of disposal. It would be his first time having to move a body instead of leaving them where they fell. He’d have to cut him up. Stuff him in bags. Then carry him away in the dead of the night to some place discrete. It seemed simple enough. How hard could it be to cut up a body? 

…

It turns out, it was very hard to cut up a body. 

Peter was covered in sweat and viscera by the time he was finished.  His bathroom floor was filled with bits of mashed up flesh and blood. This would take forever to clean. 

But it was done. 

His friend was packed nicely into three trash bags. Triple bagged, of course. As three in the morning rolled around, Peter decided he would be safe from prying eyes. His little house tucked away in the suburbs of a small town in upstate New York leant for a decent enough location for his nefarious activities. No one ever looked twice at their idyllic neighborhood nestled in the woods. Folks were more concerned with their own images of perfection rather than uncovering the secrets underneath. As long as his lawn was mowed and his shrubbery kept well trimmed, no one even glanced in his direction.

He heaved the bags over his shoulder and walked out to his old pick up truck. The bags made a wonderful splatted thud when they hit the truck bed. The noise made Peter chuckle to himself. It was the little things in life he had to find humor in. Before he could get in his truck, a louder noise caught his attention. The sound of glass shattering against a wall. He turned to the source and noticed his neighbors downstairs light still on inside their window. If he listened carefully, he could hear muffled yelling. The disruption piqued his interest. Anyone up at this hour must be up to no good. He would know. 

Peter padded closer to the window. He hid against the side of their brick wall, cloaked in the shadows, and peered through their lace curtains. Two people were pacing around the room. A man and a woman. He had never gotten to know any of his neighbors. There was no point in associating with them. They usually meant nothing to him but, tonight, he was down for some free entertainment before he dealt with his body disposal. 

The man was yelling at the woman. Peter couldn’t make out the exact words from out here but he could tell he was pissed off. His hands kept flying in the air. Split flew from his lips every time he screamed. His face was turning a deep shade of red. It was the typical aggressive look of a man who was overcompensating for his small dick by making women fear him. His pathetic excuse to feel powerful by exploiting someone weaker than himself. It was a tale as old as time and Peter found himself getting bored. At least when he killed, he would choose another man in a similar weight class to himself. It gave them a fair fight. If they really wanted to live then they could fight back and attempt to overpower him. They hardly ever did. 

He was ready to leave just as the woman turned around. Peter got his first look at her face. His first real look. He had seen these two in passing before but he never really stopped to see. His eyes focused on her face. Everything around her seemed to haze out into a blur. His breath caught in his throat. 

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. 

This was a highly unusual new sensation. Physical attraction wasn’t something he had ever felt. He looked at other humans as one might observe a zoo animal. They were fascinating to initially stare at but quickly lose their wonder when you realize they aren’t doing anything besides sitting around. The human species were overall a very boring one. Sex and attraction weren’t something that came natural to him. He had to find other ways to fill that void. Obviously. The cut up body in his truck would be proof of that. But looking at this woman was different. She wasn’t like the rest. 

Peter swallowed hard and stared at her through the window. Tears were streaming down her face. Her tight, curly hair had gone frizzy and wild. Her bruised lips were plump and looked absolutely delicious. He imagined slipping his cock straight between them, her warm mouth inviting him in, as her teary eyes gazed up at him. 

He felt his cock twitch in his jeans. It pushed against the rough denim the harder it grew. Peter tore his eyes away from the woman to look down in amazement at his crotch. He was becoming erect. But it was too soon after his kill. Usually it took intense concentration on remembering every detail of his murder for him to get this hard. This was different. This was new. He looked back up to the woman in the window. It was her. She did this. No other human had ever been able to give him an erection before. Well…no alive human. She was his missing link. The key to all his problems. If he had her, he wouldn’t ever have to kill again. She was exactly who he was searching for and she had been living next door this whole time. It was him who had been too blind and self absorbed to take the time to notice. 

Peter watched as the man stomped across the room, grabbed her by the neck, and slammed her up against the wall. Her teary eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent choke. Alarm bells rang in his ears. His body was on fire as his heart pumped with rage. Who did this man think he was? How dare he lay his hands on her like that. How dare he hurt her. This unnamed woman was not to be toyed with like that. She would not be abused. She was perfection and Peter would rather die than allow a single hair on her head to ever be harmed again. As long as he was around, she would be safe. He would make sure of that.

“You want to act like a whore around my friends then I’ll treat you like a whore!” Peter could hear those words clearly through the closed window as the man screamed them at her. 

He released his hold around her neck, her body crumpling to the ground, and began undoing his belt. She tried to scramble away but he grabbed her ankle and dragged her across the floor back towards him. 

Peter had to do something. He bent down to fumble around the dark ground for a rock. The second his hand came in contact with one, he grabbed it, ran further back, and sent the rock crashing through their window. The glass shattered and he heard the rock thud to a rolling stop on their carpet. 

“What the fuck?” 

Peter didn’t wait around to deal with any of the aftermath. He sprinted back to his house and slipped inside before he could be spotted. 

He waited two hours until the clock hit 5am for him to feel safe enough to leave the house again. Despite his growing obsession with his neighbors, Peter desperately needed to deal with the body first. If he waited any longer the street would start waking up and he’d be left exposed to their scrutiny. 

His old truck roared to life and he rumbled out of the driveway. There was already a smell coming from the back and a cloud of flies hovering around. The bags were starting to leak. He’d have to do a quick disposal and a full clean of his car. There was a sinkhole that had opened up in the ground near an abandoned farm not far from here. People had been using it to dump unwanted items for some time now. The town was planning on filling it back up this upcoming week. Peter had timed his kill specifically to coincide with that. 

There was no one around when he arrived just as he hoped. He spotted a steel drum barrel off to the side of the pit. That would be the perfect place to stuff the bags before tossing them into their final resting place. The hole was filled with garbage. An old sink, a wooden wardrobe, broken toilets, a stolen shopping cart, and a bunch of dirty tires. The barrel would fit right in. He stuffed the bags inside, trying not to gag at the horrendous smell, and secured the top on tightly. With a swift kick, Peter watched proudly as the barrel rolled and bounced down into the depths of the hole. It settled to a halt beside the old toilet and there it would stay for all of eternity. 

He gave it a last look then got back into his truck to head home with one less thing on his mind. He’d need to clean his bathroom, wash his truck, then think of ways he could help rescue his new lover from her confines. There was a new purpose in his life and Peter would meet it head on. 

“Hey, man.” A deep voice called out from the end of his driveway. 

Peter looked up from his spot on the back of his truck. He had been power washing the vehicle after he cleaned up his bathroom. To any curious eyes, he simply looked like a man taking advantage of the nice Spring afternoon to give his car a clean. There was no hint of a dead body left anywhere on his person. He was clean and ready to start fresh. A new day was dawning. He had no more desire to kill now that he had something new to focus on…

Until he saw who was speaking to him. 

Her boyfriend was standing at the end of his driveway with a distraught look on his face. He ran a hand through his hair and forced a smile up at Peter. Peter immediately had the urge to plunge a knife deep into his stomach and watch him bleed out slowly while he begged for help. He took a deep breath to steady his rage and placed a matching mock smile on his face. Peter was used to faking emotions. This shouldn’t be too hard. 

“Can I help you?” He asked sweetly. 

The man started to pace back and forth, “Yeah, maybe. Last night someone threw a rock through our window. Around 3 am. I was wondering if maybe you saw or heard anything out of the ordinary last night? Mia, my girlfriend, is really concerned about it. She’s convinced we’re going to be robbed and wants me to investigate. I tired to tell her that it was probably some dumb kids but she’s the boss.”

Mia. 

Her name was Mia. 

A name originally stemmed from ancient Egypt to mean “beloved”. A name which has since come to be linked to the Italian language meaning “mine” and is also a derivation from the Slavic word Mila to mean “dear or darling”. 

Mia. 

Perfect Mia. My beloved darling.

Her boyfriend cleared his throat, “Well? You see anything?

Peter quickly wiped the dazed look off his face as her name repeated over and over again through his thoughts. He forced another smile, “Sorry, no. I was asleep. You’re probably right though. Just some kids.”

“Yeah. Thanks anyway. I’m Jake, by the way. We moved in four months ago but we haven’t been very good at introducing ourselves to the neighbors. I’m going on a camping trip for the next two days. My girl is just freaking out about being home alone after the rock thing.”

Peter’s jaw tightened, not wanting to fake casual conversations with this man anymore, “I’m Peter. Tell Mia that she shouldn’t worry. Nothing bad ever happens in this neighborhood. She’ll be safe. I’ll keep an extra eye for her.” 

With Peter’s protection, she’d be perfectly safe. Jake, on the other hand…

He turned to continue spraying the heavy stream of water at his truck, marking the end of the conversation. He was doing everything in his power not to turn the power washer onto Jake and listen to his screams as the water blasts through his skin. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Jake walk back to his house.

If only he knew the things Peter was concocting in his mind this very moment. If only he knew how quickly his life would be changing thanks to his new neighbor. 

Two days without that asshole in the picture. Peter watched with disdain from his kitchen window as Jake laughed with his friends while packing up a camper of supplies. She never came outside even as they were driving off. He could see her pacing around in their upstairs window and he wondered what she must be thinking right now. He wished his house had a second floor so he had a better view into her room. 

He waited until that evening to head over to her place. A plate of fresh baked cookies, his late Aunt May’s recipe, in hand as he knocked on her door. It took her exactly 43 seconds to answer the door. She looked stunning. Without any barriers between them or Jake in the way, she seemed even more radiant. A natural, warm smile graced his lips at the sight of her. 

“Hi.” He found his heart fluttering with butterflies as he spoke. “I’m Peter. I live next door. Jake came by this morning and told me what happened to your window. That’s really awful. I’m so sorry to hear that. I’m sure it was nothing more than a few rowdy troublemakers.” He took a small breath, suddenly feeling unusually nervous around her. “He also mentioned that he was leaving for a few days. He asked if I could keep an extra eye out on your house to make sure you’re alright. I wanted to stop by and let you know that if you ever need anything, my door is just a few feet away.”

She smiled gratefully at him and Peter could feel his heart stop. She glanced down at the cookies in his hand, “Are those chocolate chip?” 

He nodded and gave a light laugh, “They sure are. Fresh out of the oven. Just for you.” 

She took the plate from him, her hand brushing over his during the exchange, and Peter swore electricity shot up his arm. “This is so sweet. It was nice to meet you. Thank you for being so kind. It’s refreshing to know I’m not alone.”

“Like I said, you need anything at all, I’ll be home all weekend.” He took a step back from her door and gave her a quick wave. She nodded her thanks as he left. 

Peter had to refrain from skipping all the way home. Their first meeting couldn’t have gone any better. He didn’t overstay his welcome. He made a positive introduction. Short and sweet. Then moved on. He was now locked away as a safe, kind person in her mind. Exactly where he wanted to be. 

By the time the sun had set, Peter was already pacing around his house. His meeting with her this morning had gotten him through the first few hours of the day but now he was getting anxious. He wanted to see her again. She hadn’t made an appearance in any of the windows he could see from the safety of his home. He was starting to crave her attention. If he could just have a picture of her then maybe he’d be able to relax. It was the lack of having her in his sights that was causing the problems. How would he know if she was okay if he couldn’t see her? He couldn’t go over there again. It was too soon. He’d go from being polite and kind to the creepy neighbor. He had to think of something else. Peter grabbed his camera. He just needed one picture. One picture and he could rest. He’d be able to look at that and find the comfort he needed. 

If she wasn’t going to come outside then he would have to go to her. He could sneak it. He was good at sneaking. He wouldn’t have the body count he did if he hadn’t been good at keeping quiet. Peter left out the back of his house and cut across their back lawns. The backside of their homes was backed out onto a patch of thick trees. No one would be able to see him back there. 

He glanced in each of her windows as he passed. She didn’t seem to be downstairs. That made his plan difficult. He couldn’t steal his picture through the window if she wasn’t there. He needed to get inside. 

For someone who claimed to be scared of break ins, she wasn’t very diligent at locking her windows. It was almost too easy to slide up the glass and push out of the screen. He hoisted himself inside her downstairs bathroom, stepping on top of the toilet seat and lowering himself silently onto the floor. 

And, just like that, he was inside her home. 

Above him, he could hear the sounds of a bathtub being filled. The water was loud as it flowed into the tub. A perfect way to drown out any little noises of his own. He was giddy with excitement as he looked around the small room. There wasn’t much to note inside here. Nothing seemed to particularly stand out as her own. He’d need to venture deeper for that. 

Peter cracked open the bathroom door and glanced outside. The downstairs was quiet. If he listened carefully, he could hear the faint creaking of her walking above him. He imagined her getting ready for her bath. Finally free of her boyfriend. Able to be alone. Unaware that her new protector was keeping watch below her feet. 

He dared to walk out into the hallway. His eyes darted around, taking in the pictures on the walls, the trinkets on the shelf, anything of hers that he could find. His attention was drawn to the sound of the bath water being turned off. Peter moved closer to the stairs. He could hear the faint sound of splashes as she got into the water. The newly familiar feeling of his aching member presented itself again. The thought of her naked body, still unknown to him, filled his thoughts. He needed to get closer. 

His descent up the stairs was agonizingly slow. They’d creak if he put his full weight on them. It caused him to awkwardly maneuver his way up them in an attempt to make the least amount of sound possible. When he finally made it to the top hallway, he took relief in knowing that she had closed that bathroom door. As much as he would love to feast his eyes on her naked form, he didn’t want to risk being seen. His picture of her would have to wait. Instead, he’d enjoy what else she had to offer him. 

There weren’t many rooms upstairs. It was easy to find their bedroom. It was a large room with a comfy looking queen sized bed. He could tell where she slept because the bedside table contained lotion, a book, and some hair ties. The other side was sparse apart for an alarm clock. Peter read the title of the book, holding his camera up to his face, and snapping a quick picture of it for him to find later. He would have to go out and buy it so he could feel closer to her knowing they were reading the same thing. 

He leaned over her pillow, inhaling her scent. The lingering smell of her shampoo mixed with a fabric softener clung to the fabric. His eyes rolled back as he inhaled her. When they opened again, they focused on a pair of handcuffs wrapped around the bed. He hated the idea of her using them with Jake, but if he put himself in the picture instead, the idea was nothing but insanely arousing. It wasn’t helping the pressing situation between his legs. 

Peter undid the front of his pants and unleashed his cock into his hand. He casually stroked it while he paced around the room, admiring her belongings. He made sure to keep a watchful ear towards the bathroom for any new movements that might expose his violations. 

He made his way to the dresser and pulled open a drawer to be greeted with an array of women’s stockings. Dark nylon, fishnets, lace details. A beautiful assortment for any man who adores legs as much as Peter did. He admired them for a moment before closing the draw and opening the one next to it. He hit the jackpot. Her underwear lay neatly in front of him. There were a variety of colors and styles. He reached in and picked out a smooth black one with a simple lace pattern around the trim. As he grabbed it, he felt something hard hit his fingers under the garments. Peter pushed them aside to find a pink vibrator hidden with the clothes. He grabbed the pair of underwear in his hand and wrapped it around his cock, using it to masturbate himself, while his free hand picked up the vibrator. He immediately held it to his nose to sniff. It smelled of soap and plastic. He was slightly disappointed he couldn’t find her on the toy but he resigned to using his imagination instead. 

Peter looked towards the bed. He pictured her naked on top of the covers. Her legs spread. Her hands fondling over her body. The vibrator circling between her legs as she squirms and moans in pleasure. It didn’t take very long for his excitement to get the better of him. He let out a muffled cry and filled the fabric of her panties with his seed. 

He held the soiled underwear up to his face and smiled at them in triumph before stuffing them into his pocket. She was already being so good to him. He couldn’t wait until the moment he’d be able to touch her for real. Unfortunately, it was time to go. He didn’t want to be here when she got out of her bath. 

Peter gave the bedroom one last look of goodbye and slipped out the way he came in. He may not have gotten the picture he came for but he got something else instead. Her underwear would be his prize for the night and he would cherish it until the day she was his. 

The day Jake returned home, he showed up on Peter’s front steps that evening carrying the plate void of cookies. 

“Thanks for watching out for my girl while I was out of town,” he said, handing over the plate. 

Peter took it with a stiff jaw and narrow eyes. She was supposed to be the one who returned it. Not him. “No problem. No break-ins happened, I take it?”

“Nah, everything seemed fine. She’s convinced someone was in the house at some point but everything was right where she left it.” Jake shrugged. “I think she’s just paranoid now.”

Peter felt the smugness rise in him knowing that he had gotten away with it. 

“I’m going to take her out to the movies in hopes it takes her mind off things. Thanks again, man.” 

The forced smile fell from his face the second Jake turned away and was replaced with a scowl. He shut the door behind him and immediately went to his phone. There was only one theater near here. He pulled up the movie times and found one starting in the next 30 minutes, figuring that was probably the one they would be attending. He watched them get into their car and pull away. 

It had been a long time since he attended the movies. Tonight might be the perfect night to go. 

Peter sat in the very back of the dark theater. He spotted her cloud of curly hair three rows in front of him. Jake had his arm draped over her shoulders and they shared a bucket of popcorn. They had gone to see a horror movie. Something bloody and gory with a hyped up killer who enjoyed hacking up half naked women. It held little interest to him when she was so close. He kept his eyes on the back of her head the entire movie wishing that it was him sitting next to her instead. 

When the lights went up, Peter ducked down behind the row of the seat pretending to find something he dropped. He waited until they were walking out of the theater before trailing after them. He lingered back just out of sight from their view and kept a close eye on them. 

She was wearing dark nylon stockings, the same one’s Peter had seen in her drawers, with a pair of black heels. Her short skirt flared out around her slim hips and her loose blouse was unbuttoned enough to get a good view of her cleavage. Her entire looked screamed “fuck me.” It was clear their date night was going well from the way she hung off of her boyfriend's arm, giggling at something he said. She was unknowingly attracting attention from every man who passed her as they ogled at her ass from behind. It was obvious she was the most attractive woman in the building by the way people stared at her. Peter felt his cock stir against his jeans and he imagined she was draping herself over his arm instead. It was becoming more of a hindrance these days with how easy she could make him erect. That should be him by her side. He could protect her from everyone else’s prying eyes. She could only ever be truly happy once she was with him.  

The pair walked out into the parking lot and Peter followed closely behind. Jealousy raged in his veins as he watched her boyfriend slip his hand under the hem of her skirt and grab a handful of her ass cheek. She playfully slapped his arm away and let out the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard. Soon enough she would be laughing like that with him. He just had to be patient. He waited until they got into their car before he quickly jogged back to his own. 

Peter got in his truck and trailed behind their car. Her boyfriend was a fast and reckless driver, constantly weaving in and out of other cars. Peter’s old pick up struggled to keep up but he was determined not to lose them. Eventually, they pulled off down a winding dirt road through the woods. This was a common spot amongst young couples. The road led up a hill to a small outlook overseeing the valley. A one way road with the destination ending in a lookout spot. A place where there weren’t any lights or cops out to ruin the fun. A place where teenagers could go to drink, couples could get frisky in their cars, and no one would be the wiser. Peter’s jaw clenched at the thought of that asshole taking his precious darling somewhere as nefarious as that. He pulled his truck over onto the side of the road and turned off the engine. It would be far too obvious to drive it all the way there. He would have to go on foot if he wanted to be discreet. 

Humming a simple tune under his breath, Peter grabbed his camera and hopped out of the truck. The walk through the woods was quiet. On a weeknight, there weren't many visitors to these parts. From the lack of noise, he guessed the three of them would be the only one’s around. Within five minutes he had made it to the top of the hill. The now familiar sports car was the only one parked. They were facing the cliff overseeing the valley. One of them had turned the lights on in the car which gave Peter the perfect view. They were completely unaware that they weren’t alone. None the wiser that someone was watching their every move. 

Peter took up a spot sheltered behind a tall bush and leaned against the trunk of the tree. He raised his camera and pointed it directly at the passenger window. He zoomed it in and focused it on her face. They were passionately kissing, their tongues twirling around each other. Her boyfriend's hand tangled in her hair and he yanked her head back. Peter watched as her mouth opened in a gasp and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She liked hair pulling. He made a note of that as he snapped his camera to capture the look on her face. 

Her boyfriend then pushed her head down towards his lap. She disappeared from Peter’s view. She was gone for a moment until just the top of her head reappeared. She began bobbing up and down, obviously giving him a blowjob. Her boyfriend’s head dropped back and he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Peter was filled with immediate rage as this asshole received pleasures he didn’t deserve. He anxiously chewed on his bottom lip, trying to talk himself out of storming over and yanking the man from his car, killing him on the spot. Not having her fully in his sights was causing his skin to boil. He didn’t want to stare at her boyfriend. He wanted her. Peter stood up taller to try and see into the car but his hiding spot didn’t allow him the luxury of seeing anything more than the top of her head. 

A thousand emotions stormed through him before one finally took hold. As long as he could see her, he would be able to control his anger. He didn’t want to scare her by killing her boyfriend like this. He would be fine as long as he could watch. The rage could turn into lust if he had a better view. He’d be able to imagine himself in the car with her instead. This gorgeous woman with slender legs clad in dark stocking and a fuck-me outfit giving a blowjob to him instead of her boyfriend. 

Peter quickly snuck through the shadows of the woods, careful not to step on anything too loud, and dared to inch closer. When he got to a tree closest to the passenger door, he peered out through the leaf covered branches. He almost came in his pants at the erotic sight before him. 

She had maneuvered herself onto her knees in the seat, being small enough that she could easily fit, and was bobbing her head up and down on his dick. Peter watched in lust as his hand grazed over her back, grabbing at her ass, then flipped her skirt out of the way. He was shocked to see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Peter had to adjust his pants to make room for his hardening cock. 

Her bare ass was easily visible through the car window as she blew her boyfriend. It was taut and bouncing with the rhythm of her efforts. As she arched her back and leaned forward to get a better angle on his dick, Peter got a perfect view of her puckered asshole. He raised his camera and took another picture. He knew he’d paint these photos later with his cum when he got home. 

She spread her legs a bit to allow her boyfriend better access to her pussy. Even in the low light of the car, Peter could see how wet she was. He imagined it was because she secretly knew he was watching. She was wet for him and no one else. He pictured it was his own hand instead of her boyfriends coating his finger in her slick and burying it inside of her. Now that he was so close to the car, out their cracked windows, he could hear her moan. It was the sound he imagined angles made. 

Her boyfriend began sliding her glistening fluids around her bottom, making it shiny and wet. He’d fondle her butt, grab at the cheeks, and occasionally slap her. She’d respond with a muffled gasp each time he did. Then he’d slide back over her pussy to press his fingers into her depths. Peter debated taking more pictures of the sight but he decided he didn’t want another man’s hand in the shot. Instead, he unzipped his pants and unleashed his cock into his hands. He focused on her bottom half. Picturing what it would feel like to slide his cock between her pussy lips and fill her up. 

Her boyfriend started circling his middle finger around her puckered asshole. She wiggled her hips at his touch. Peter watched in awe as his finger started to disappear into her ass. Ever so slowly he began to finger fuck her tight hole. She lifted her head from his cock to arch her back and let out a low groan. 

“Oh…baby…we talked about this…” she whimpered, a slight pain hidden in her voice.

His free hand grabbed the back of her head and shoved her back down to his crotch. Peter heard her gag then she continued blowing him without further comment. The mix of anger, jealousy, and horniness was too much for him to handle. He pumped his cock furiously into his hand, desperate to finish quickly and leave. If he stayed any longer, he might do something he’d regret later. Peter took a deep breath and focused back on her pussy, trying to forget whose cock she had in her mouth. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he came, doing his best to avoid his pants, and aim towards the ground. 

He slumped against the tree, feeling empty and unfilled. This wasn’t working. He needed so much more. He needed her. He wanted to feel her in his arms, wanting to elicit those beautiful sounds out of her, and wanted to keep her for himself. The pressing urge for murder was already rising in him again. If he didn’t get his hands on her soon, he’d be sure to slip back into his old habits. 

Peter collected himself and left the couple alone in their car to head back down to his truck. He’d have to do something. The next opportunity he got, he wouldn’t waste it. She needed to be his. 

His head rested against the steering wheel of his truck. He had been sitting in his driveway for over an hour with no willpower to get out. It was getting late now. Most of his neighbors had gone to bed for the night. They still had yet to return home. Peter could only imagine what they’d be getting up to and it filled him with anger. He slammed his fist against the dashboard and was about to finally head inside when he heard the sound of screeching tires. 

Jake’s sports car flew down the street and peeling into their driveway. He was already screaming as he jumped out of the car. 

“I fucking told you never to disrespect me like that!” 

She followed behind him, clearly crying. “I’m sorry. I told you how much it hurts when you do that. I didn’t mean to hit you. It just happened…” 

Jake turned on her, growling. “I’ll fuck any damn part of you that I want. That’s what you’re here for. Learn your fucking role.” He smacked the back of her head so hard that she stumbled forward. “Get in the house before you wake the neighbors.” 

Peter waited until they were inside to safely exit his truck. He jogged over to their house and peered through the same window he had the first night he watched them. It had since been repaired. They could fix the window but they couldn’t fix what he knew. Peter knew their secrets. They couldn’t hide from him. 

Peter watched as Jake’s screaming got louder. He could clearly hear him shout the words “filthy whore” and “ungrateful bitch” at her. He towered over her tiny frame. She looked so small and helpless under his gaze. Peter’s skin started to tingle. His left eye began to twitch. Their fighting was getting worse. Dangerous. He watched as Jake grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head into the table. Blood spurted as a gash opened on her forehead and she crumpled to the ground, her body shaking with sobs. 

The man reared his leg back and kicked her hard in the temple, her body slumping to a still, then he shot a glob of spit down at her motionless frame. It landed on her blouse as a reminder of exactly what this man thought of her. He stalked out of the room, screaming to himself, and knocking things over in his wake. Peter hovered at the window. He heard the sounds of the front door open and a car being started. Jake backed out of the driveway and sped off down the street with the sound of squealing tires following behind him. 

Peter’s heart raced. This was it. This was the moment he had been searching for. 

He quickly made his way to the front of the house. The front door was still hanging open and the lights were on inside. Peter took that as a welcome invitation. She was welcoming him into her home, begging him to come inside to save her. She wanted this just as much as he did. 

Their house was much nicer than his. It was tastefully decorated. No doubt done at the hands of his beloved darling. She could make anything look stunning. His hand reached out to graze along the pictures on the walls. He could feel her essence clinging to every object she had ever touched. His erection sprung up again at the mere thought of her. It was becoming a common occurrence he was going to have to just learn how to deal with. There were her floors. Her walls. Her belongings. Her everything. Her soul was tangled into every part of this house. Not Jake’s. It was an honor to walk among her once more. If he wasn’t on a rescue mission, he would have stopped to jerk off over her things. To leave a little bit of his love there for her to find later. Instead, he had other plans. Bigger plans.

Peter quietly made his way to their living room where her broken body lay in wait for him. He could feel his heartbeat speeding up the closer he got to her. Slowly, he bent down beside her, shaky hands reaching out to touch her for the very first time. He carefully rolled her onto her back. 

A steady breath left his lips. She was even more perfect up close. He brushed her curls out of her face and studied the trickle of blood leaking from the cut on her forehead. The red looked lovely against her skin. It was as if she knew red was his favorite color and she was producing it just for him. She had already won over his heart. 

He tutted his tongue as he caressed her bruised face, “You poor thing. Don’t worry, doll. I’m here now. You’re safe with me. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

With a soft grunt, he scooped her tiny frame into his arms. He cradled her body against his chest. 

The movement caused her to stir. She let out a small whimper and her long, full lashes fluttered open to reveal hazy brown eyes that tried to focus on his face. 

“Wha-” she couldn’t quite form the forms. Her poor mind must be rattled from the head injury. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” Peter soothed her. He carried her into the hallway and out the back door towards his own house. “I’ve got you. You were in an accident. You’re safe now. Close your eyes and rest.”

She did as she was told, like the good girl that was she, and slumped her head into his chest. It wasn’t until he carried her inside his own home that she stirred once more.

He watched her eyes try to search around his house as he carried her into his basement, “Is…this a hospital?” 

Peter smiled. She was so cute. His love for her was only growing the longer he held her protectively in his arms. “Sure. It’s a hospital. I’m your doctor. I’ll get you fixed up in no time.”

His homemade science lab was set up in his basement outside of the spare bedroom and small ensuite. He had set up the bedroom long ago to be a space for his sweet Aunt May to live. The upstairs of his house only had a single bedroom for himself. Peter thought she might need a place to stay someday so he created a room just for her. Unfortunately, she passed away before she ever had a chance to move in. The room had sat vacant since then. 

The walls were thick and made of concrete. There were no windows to the outside world since they were underground. But he had decorated it nicely to match his Aunt May’s gentle and bright demeanor. There was a large, full sized bed with warm sheets and throw blankets. Plenty of comfy pillows. A chest of drawers to keep her belongings. Fluffy rugs to keep her feet warm. And paintings of fields of flowers on the walls. The room had been empty, waiting for someone to fill it. It was time he finally put this space to good use. This was where his darling would live. He could keep her protected down here. No one would ever hurt her again. 

Peter gently placed her on the bed. Her breath was labored and her eyes kept glazing over from the two blows to the head she had received. She was weak and tired.

“Wait here, doll. I’m going to go get some things to fix up that nasty cut. I’ll be right back,” he whispered to her.

He left her there, unafraid that she would move. It didn’t look like she could stand on her own yet. He ran up the stairs to his bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. He ran back down to the basement and slipped back into her room. She hadn’t moved an inch. 

He smiled at the sight of her laying there. Tears of joy burned in his eyes. She was finally with him. He wasn’t going to have to imagine any more. Here she was. In his home. Only he knew where she was. She was his little secret.  

Someone new had entered his life and Peter intended to put her first. His life now revolved around her instead of himself. She was his new plaything. His beautiful dove. His sweet, darling doll. 

All for him.

[Part Two]

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