So there's no thingy at the top because I wanted to get this chapter out ASAP! Enjoy, I'll edit it later I'm lazy af 😂❤️

Word count - 2839

After Aunt May had made her hesitant departure, Peter was left alone with the engagement ring, standing in the lobby of the Avengers tower. What was happening right now? Peter looked down to the black, velvet coated box sitting in the palm of his hand as his mind flooded over the past events. Ever since he'd been tangled up with you his life had become somewhat more... Adventurous. Sure, it was great beforehand, as he didn't know any different. But, there was something about you that had sparked life into a raging fire he now danced between when the flames grew cool.

Padded footsteps filled Peter's ears, snatching his head around to see Tony nonchalantly walking back towards him. A smile remained on his face as he looked down to the item the teen was holding, faltering only slightly at the thought of it's near future purpose.

"You alright, kid?" Tony smirked, folding his arms over his chest. Peter nodded slowly, hand pushing the box into his pocket.

"That was... Weird"

"Worth it, though?"

Peter thought long and hard for a moment. Was it worth it? Was anything worth it? This what he now possessed obviously meant something, but what was to come?

Stop it brain, Peter ordered to himself.

"Yeah... Yeah, I guess it was" he shrugged, swallowing harshly as he nodded, almost trying to convince himself. Tony turned to the side, opening up the path to the stairway and gently gesturing Peter upwards.

"Go get some sleep, we'll talk in the morning"

When Peter had come downstairs earlier, he wanted nothing more than to turn around and run back to his room, dive into bed and snuggle into you. But now, his thoughts were jumbled and there was a pot of fire growing in the bottom of his stomach. He knew you were the one, but he was still young. You had your whole life ahead of you yet, but you were definitely the person he wanted to be with until his dying day. You were Y/N Leeds of course, hair like silk and skin like velvet, eyes like diamonds and that smile... Worth more than the world. You were the girl he had been craving since the first day he laid eyes on you, forgetting the miscommunication between the feelings he didn't want to admit. You were the person he cherished and worshipped like no other. You were his and he was yours.

"Hello? The lights are on but no one's in" Tony waved a hand in front of Peter, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, goodnight Mr Stark" Peter smiled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and began making his way up the stairs. He suddenly felt lightheaded, knees turning to jelly and forgetting how to lift his legs completely. What now sat in his pocket had been passed down through generations, was May expecting him to marry and carry the tradition? He didn't even know if he was going to sleep tonight, never mind know what the future held out for him.

Reaching the top of the stairs Peter's gaze remained on his feet, watching his socks pad into the marble flooring as he walked his way back down the hallway to his room. With a sigh his hand clasped his door handle, slowly turning the knob gently in case of not disturbing you. The lights were out as he entered, notifying that you were sleeping. He stepped cautiously down into the platform of his room, slowly allowing the door to slide shut behind him. His eyes immediately fell to you.

You were sprawled out on the bed, star-shaped and taking up all the room. You were on your stomach, your head buried deep in one of the feather pillows, back rising and falling softly to the tempo of your breathing. Your hair was a little crumpled, cascading over your shoulders and some had fallen down into your eyes. You looked so peaceful, lying sound asleep in Peter's care.

He sauntered towards you, faintly marking the patterns of his feet as he pulled the box from his pocket, sliding open the bedside drawer and pushing it to the back, out of sight and out of the way. For now. He noted where you were positioned as he sat down on the bed, slowly crawling over you, legs positioned at the side of your hips. You were dead to the world, lips slightly parted as he moved the strands of hair away from your face. You were practically glowing in the moonlight cascading through the wall-sized window, bringing enough light to see the hint of a blemish in your cheeks.

The scar that had run deep down the side of your face was beginning to heal, he presumed all thanks to the remedy Happy had cooked up for you upon your arrival. Overall you were healing, and Peter couldn't be happier. You groaned suddenly, stirring in your sleep and bringing your hips upright to meet Peters. He froze in his spot, moving his arms to the side of your head as you rolled over onto your side, slowly batting your eyes open and looking up at Peter.

"How long have you been hovering there?" you quizzed, squinting your brow as your hand-rubbed your right eye vigorously. Peter smiled, slowly rolling over onto his side and chuckled as you followed, tossing yourself over onto your opposite side to face him.

"Not long enough, did I wake you up?"

"No, I've been awake for a while, just thought I'd let you stare at me like the little creeper you are" you smiled, poking his nose.

"I'm not a creeper"

"Uh, that is not correct... Because according to the encyclopedia of-"

"You better stap"

You erupted into a giggle fit as Peter poked your side, flinching into a ball.

"Wh-whats that one, that one uhhhh, tHaT wAs lEgItnEsS"

"Why the fuck you lyin"

"I smell like beEEf"

"Even though I look like a bUrnt chicken nugget, I still love myself" Peter fake pouted, bringing his balled fists to his cheeks as he pretended to cry.

"Nooo, you're my chicken nugget" you smiled, a giggle surpassing your lips as you brought his hands away from his cheeks. When did you get so close to one another?

"How can you be so sure?" Peter turned his head upright a little, nose bumping with yours as his body edged closer.

"Because I'm salty like a fry, and we all know nuggets go with fries. Plus, who else is gonna wake up and recite deceased vines?" you cocked your brow, hand sliding off of your hip and landing between your bodies. As your skin collided with Peter's you watched his eyes blink, flinching slightly at the sudden contact. He wanted nothing more than to dive forward and smash his lips against your's at that moment, but he didn't know if that's what you wanted. So he waited.

"Fair enough," he shrugged. Silence encased you both as you lay there, sliding your hands together and holding each other impossibly close on the bed. You were examining the faces of the others while the gentle tempo of each of your breathing filled the space between you, setting the tone to a much calmer and relaxed vibe.

There was a break in the silence as the sheets ruffled, feeling Peter's hand untwist itself from your fingers. You were going to question his action when he leaned upright, bringing himself down and pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closed immediately, sinking into his gentle touch as the hand that was once in yours now rested on your hip as your lips moved in a gentle rhythm. Nothing was rushed and you both took your time, finding the way into each other's comforts for the time being.

You listened closely to his actions as his thumb gently tugged your shirt upright, just enough to release the skin on your hip, his thumb rubbing gentle circles across it as his head pulled back, switching positions and diving in for a much more heated kiss. It had been so long since you had felt that rush of arousal explode through your body, feeling his tongue trace over your bottom lip. There was no question about it as you allowed him to explore the inside of your mouth, tongues clashing together, saliva beginning to faintly seep down your chin. As you pulled away for air, Peter was coming back in for more making you giggle at his eagerness.

"Y/N?" He panted, resting his head against your forehead, skin sticky and hot. You hummed gently in response, your right leg finding it's way in between Peter's.

"Can we make love?" he swallowed. Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't help or stop the smile that approached your lips.

"You play too safe, Parker" you smirked, gently gripping the bottom of his shirt and gliding it up to his stomach.

"W-what do you mean?" his brows folded together, sitting up and stripping off the clothing blocking him from being skin touched with you.

"I wanna hear you talk a little... Dirtier" You smirked, biting your bottom lip as you sat up, pulling off your t-shirt and throwing it to the other side of the room. Peter's heart skipped a beat as he saw the view of your bare chest, both of your breasts on show just for him.

"I-... I don't-"

"Here, let me demonstrate" you whispered, clambering onto your knees and leaning towards his ear. You nibbled gently on his lobe, licking the swollen mark before you pressed your lips gently to his skin, "I want you to lay me down... And fuck me"

Peter's breathing hitched at your words, giving your ego a miniature boost as you set yourself back. You saw the glow in his eyes, dark and full of lust as he looked back up at you. There was newfound confidence flowing through Peter's veins, he just had to be careful how he used it.

"Like this?" he asked, diving into the crook of your neck and sucking harshly as his hands found your hips and pulled you backwards, your back slamming into the mattress. A gasp left your lips as you become love-struck winded, feeling the pressure of his bulge grinding down into your clothed core. There was something else in Peter tonight. Although you were asking him to be rougher with you, make love to you like he meant it, you could practically smell the love oozing out of him. It was warm and sickly, for even though his tongue and teeth were working magic down to your collarbone, his hands were stroking your hips like you were a piece of pottery in an antique shop.

Peter knew everything was going into this tonight, the love, the missed time, the anger, the passion, the joy, the sadness. All of his pent up emotions spilling out in between your mangled bodies. You were already seeing stars as you felt his hand tamper with the waistband of your shorts, teasingly pulling them past your hips and down your legs.

You helped to remove the fabric, pushing it down your legs and slowly ushering it onto the mattress with your feet. Peter wasted no time, shoving his hand past your panties and sliding his fingers in between your wet folds. Your breath hitched at the motion, feeling his thumb pressing against your clit. You weren't sure what had gotten into Peter, but you liked it.

"O-Uh, Peter--" you moaned, feeling his lips detach from your neck so he could look at you. He wanted to see your face as he pleasured you.

"Right there?" he pushed his thumb over your clit once again, igniting the sensitive bud sending waves of rapture through your body, "you like that?"

Words couldn't come to form in your mouth as your lips hung open, feeling the tip of his finger teasing your entrance. You'd missed this; the dominance. The thought that he was so sweet and delicate when he was just being Peter made you smile, knowing that this side of him was for your eyes only.

Your hands clasped around the back of his neck, pulling him down to your lips as his lean finger slowly began to slide into you, with the help of your already spilt arousal working as the perfect lubricant. You bucked your hips as the gentle motion, feeling his skin scrape against your walls and the occasional bump as he rutted his hips against yours.

You were completely naked, and here Peter had barely shed an item of clothing. You opened your eyes slowly, hand moving as quickly as you could to his sweats, pulling them down with need and anticipation. There was a distinct outline in his boxers, thick and long where his cock was tightly sprung trying to break free from the clothing. You dipped your hand past the waistband, grabbing his member tightly around the tip and giving him a firm squeeze, feeling more pre-cum leak from the tip and between your fingers.

"Fuck, baby-" Peter whimpered, chin hitting his chest as he looked down between your bodies to see your hand sunken into his underwear. "Do that again"

"This?" you whispered, giving him another squeeze before releasing, gliding your nails down his length, feeling the veins pulsing. Peter's moans were sharp, sending shivers up to the back of your neck as he pushed up into your palm, needing more than what you were giving him.

"Yes! Yes, just like that!" he panted breathlessly, groaning against your chest as you continued to pump his length, "w-wait, stop-"

"What's wrong?" you stopped immediately, panic flooding through your chest. You propped yourself up hastily on your elbows, bringing your hand out of his sweats and cupping his cheeks to face you. There was a lazy smile on his face.

"If you go on like that I'll cum sooner than I want to" he swallowed his breath, letting out a heavy chuckle. You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding, smiling as you pulled him into a kiss.

"Condom?" you mumbled against his lips, gripping his hips. Peter suddenly stopped, batting his lids tightly, "shit"

"You don't have one?" you quizzed, squinting your brow as the built-up excitement was replaced with disappointment.

"Well, when I moved in here I didn't exactly know I was going to be having sex in this bed. Did I?" Peter shot back, sitting back on his feet. You both let out a heavy sigh, looking around the room in disappointment. You bit your lip as an idea flooded your head.

"Well," you sat up completely, feeling the chill flood your back as your skin was ripped from the pillow and out into the open air, "you could always pull out?"

"No way, I'm not risking it" Peter shook his head, hands landing on your hips as you straddled him. You tilted your lip, it was worth a try.

"Well... What now then?" you sighed, tracing your finger down the side of his head, pushing the damp curls from his skin and behind his ear. His eyes fluttered closed as he hummed, rolling his head into your hand.

"I mean... I'm pretty tired"

"And I'm horny as fuck. Peterrrr, pleasseeee" you whined, tossing your head back onto your shoulders.

"Maybe Nat has a spair one?" Peter chimed in, looking over to the door as a lightbulb ignited over his head. You brought your eyes back to his, "go check!"

"What? No!"

"Why?"

"It's embarsassing!" Peter clenched his jaw, cheeks washing over to a flushed out red. "You go"

"No way! That's Natasha Romanoff!"

"Exactly!"

"Uggghhhh!" You groaned, falling back onto the bed. Your bare chest lay on full display in front of Peter, the boner in his pants dying off with the note that he couldn't take you, as much as he wanted to. He didn't want to risk it without protection, you'd only had sex once and being unsafe was not a road he wanted to drive down at high speeds.

"Baby, if you can wait until morning I'll go and get some from the store"

You huffed, stomaching rising and falling to your frustrated breathing pattern.

This was about to be a long... Long night.

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Hey everyone I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!!

I have been trying to snatch everyone WiFi I can but mine is finally back!! I can update again!! The next update will be much sooner, and this is just a teaser for what's to come!

*heavy smut train rolls into the station*

I cannot come to thank you enough for everything! Thank you so much for being patient! The next few chapters will make up for lost time! ❤️