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'overworked and underfucked'
—Unknown

The world had fallen still, silent and motionless as you stood there, Peter's hand on your upper arm keeping you close to him as the space between you grew smaller. Peter was nearing, gaining on you as his grip tightened, lips pursing against one another as the wind picked up. His breath was warm and soothing as he pulled away, fanning over your damp lips.

"Peter-"

"M' sorry" she swallowed, "I just... I needed to"

"That's okay" you smiled, eyes flickering over his face, faltering every now and again when a strand of hair would threaten to catch your eyelashes, "m-more than okay"

There was a brief silence between you, and the loosening grip on your arm consumed your chest with guilt as he let you go, regaining your own solo balance. It's like you barely knew one another, forgetting how to breathe the same air let alone move. You tucked a strand of hair behind your hair, composing Peter to back up slowly. After emptying out the barrel of emotions Peter was carrying, he felt like he had completed his 'task' and now there was nothing more to do.

"M-maybe I should go-"

"On a note like that?" you scoffed placidly, raising both brows in unison, "surely there's gotta be something else you wanna say, right?"

"I just," he paused, taking a deep breath. There came the little Peter antic he had adopted, still unsure as to when; looking down to the ground as he ricocheted from one foot to the other. It was something he did when he was avoiding a subject, or nervous about something, and you'd picked up on it almost immediately after meeting him.

"I feel like a prisoner in my own skin?" he set about, swallowing as his fingers gripped the mask tighter, "I know what I want but I feel like I'm back at square one again, not knowing what to do with myself-"

"Well, what is it exactly that you want? Coming from an onlooker perspective, not a friend one" you leaned abruptly on one foot, tilting your head as you folded your arms. Peter noted the change in posture and immediately tensed: you weren't vulnerable anymore, you had your motive on, and when it came out there was no impelling it away. Peter knew you were worming this out of him whether he liked it or not.

"Remeber that night, at the party we went to a couple of weeks back? When t-that girl had me pinned up on the wall?" he asked cautiously, eyes keeping clear of yours as he stumbled over his words.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I thought... As stupid as it sounds, I thought that was gonna be it. Y'know, I was gonna get this whole thing over and done with, and then you made the deal and then it just all went wrong"

"Oh, so I'm the problem now?" you scoffed frailly, hands falling to your sides. Peter's eyes widened quickly, meeting your face.

"No, no that's now what I meant-"

"'M Messing with you" you shook your head, "but okay, fair enough, maybe this deal has got in the way, but I wasn't the first one to break and say I didn't wanna end this. If I recall maybe half an hour ago, you were the one who said-"

"I know what I said and I was telling the truth, but you made this deal to build me up so I could go out on my own and... Yeah. But, you said that your first time had to mean something, right?"

"Right..."

"And you want me to have it with someone who means something to me, right?"

"Right again, Parker" you regained your balance on both feet.

"So..." he moved in slowly, rejoining your personal space, "What would you say to me asking y-you... To have that moment with me?"

Before you could speak, a crack of thunder resonated above your head, conveying your arms around Peter's waist as the noise dissipated over the hills. However, it didn't stop there as followed by the sound were numerous raindrops, starting off small, but soon your vision was blurred out by the heavy thunderstorm now towering over you.

As the rain started to power down, substantial growing with every drop slapping against the metal of your balcony, you turned briskly to slide open your window, falling inside with Peter close on your tail. You flicked the light on hesitantly, followed by the sound of the window closing and the droplets of water rolling off of your shirt and into your carpet.

"Well, that was sudden" Peter gave a light-hearted chuckle, dropping his mask down on your bedside table, a pool shortly growing around it.

"Yeah, uh- I'll get us some towels" you gestured awkwardly to the bathroom before your hands retreated to your back pockets. The joint bathroom was cold and felt damp on your already soaked skin, a harsh breeze coming from the open window. You sighed, pulling open the airing cupboard and tugging down numerous towels, more than you had intended to gather, before climbing onto the bathroom side and shutting the window.

"What happened to your mirror?" You heard Peter call from the bedroom. You'd somewhat forgotten that the now-empty frame of your white wood mirror was still standing against your bedroom wall. Even when it was in the dark and surrounded by dirty washing, Peter was going to notice it.

Hiking back into the room, despite your vision being mostly clouded by the towels, from what you could see Peter was standing in the same place as the last time he was there, and it only pushed the guilt to surface moreover: remembering what was said, and how he left so quickly.

You coughed momentarily, gathering the attention of the boy, who came over and nonchalantly took one of the towels from your grasp, placing the others down on the bed. "It broke just after you left, guessed something happened with the neighbours and it fell off the wall" you lied, swallowing as you dabbed your neck with the white cotton towel you had favoured for some unknown reason.

"Oh," he returned, nodding. It was enough confirmation, but you both knew you were lying. "So, if it fell off the wall, I'm presuming by the bloody knuckles you either got into a fight with a brick wall or you're lying to me" Peter sighed, avoiding eye contact. You admitted that you were unsure of what he was talking about for a moment, but were quick to realise that you'd left your scabbed and bruised knuckles on display. "I noticed them earlier when I dropped you off"

"I hate you sometimes" you groaned, pulling off your shirt and tossing it into the corner of the room. Peter turned, as if on instinct, so his back was facing you.

"Why?"

"Because I can't lie to you" you gave a light-hearted sigh, "you know me better than I know myself" you continued pushing the towel down your body, slowly wrapping it around your stomach and chest, noticing how Peter really had gone back to square one.

"It's not that I know you better, it's just the fact that... When you lie, your head beat speeds up and your hands get really clammy" he said as a matter of factly, "and you rush your words, too, usually you're so laid back but when you lie... You do everything the opposite?"

"You listen to my heartbeat?" you asked gently, a flourish of wonder flying through your body.

"Y-yeah. That's how I found you earlier. But, then I was listening to your breathing more, hearing you were panicked... Made me panic" he sighed, rubbing the towel over his face.

You stood there moderately dumbfounded for a second. You knew Peter cared, but you didn't know he cared this much. You thought this was just some stupid deal you had, but it clearly meant... A lot more to both of you.

Carefully, you dropped the towel onto the floor and wandered over to him. He was standing so still you could barely fix on a movement, he looked like he'd stopped breathing. But, wrapping your arms around him, you finally felt him flinch, his stomach rising and falling quickly as your rest your head on his shoulder.

"Pete?"

"Yeah?" he answered anxiously, tilting his head slightly to look at you. You seized his gaze, slowly bringing your fingers to his chin and turning it all the way, noses touching lightly as your lips ghosted over one another.

"You don't have to turn away, y'know. That ship sailed a long time ago" you breathed against his soft lips, gaining his full attention. He nodded, not wanting to move too much in case of scaring you off, but you stayed despite that. As you continued to stare, eyes wandering over each other's features, your hand began to trail slowly towards Peter's chest, hovering over the black symbol.

"Can I-?" you asked with caution, fingers tapping the metal nonchalantly. Peter nodded with a spark of confidence this time, keeping his eyes locked on you as he heard the button click, his suit deflating and slowly falling off his shoulders into a puddle at his feet. It fell with a force and was cold when it brushed against both your ankles, the water dragging it down and soaking into your carpet. Due to this, Peter's skin was also damp, noticing how he winced at the chill flowing against his skin.

"And FYI, I'd love to have that moment with you..." you smiled, walking around so you were facing him head-on. Peter's eyes seemed to ignite at your words, a paltry smile tugging at the corners of his cheeks. There was a moment of silence before he moved in, hand touching your upper arm as your lips collided, both smiling as you moulded together for the second time that evening.

There were breaks in the kiss, yet you remained standing against one another, chests meeting every now and again as Peter brought you over to the bed, sitting you down in his lap. His legs were warm, and you could feel the heat coming through your jeans as you let your weight fall into him. There was nothing else in the room at that point, just him. Just his lips meeting yours, just his hands on your skin, just his warmth keeping you afloat from the cold and just his name, being whispered through quiet moans as you pushed him backwards, lips sinking down into his neck.

Peter pulled you up the bed with him, lips cascading as he rested against the headboard, his free hand moving down to the waistband of your jeans. His fingers were cold and damp, emitting a gasp from your lips and tugging down on his bottom lip making him smirk, a characteristic you hadn't seen yet on Peter. But from the minute it caught your eye you fell in love with the way his lips curved into the gesture.

You sat back, undoing the button on your jeans and moving the fabric down your legs, displaying the black lingerie decorating your skin. Peter was settled for a moment, patiently waiting as you tugged them down, but seeing the item of clothing that had been hidden underneath dialled his senses to eleven, heat rushing south as he stared past your stomach.

"I didn't know you wore those" Peter chuckled, almost silently, a hint of nervousness as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back down as you threw your jeans to the side. You looked down to where Peter was staring too, noticing the black piece you had put on that evening.

"Every girl has a pair, Pete, just thought I'd try this one out, you like it?" you teased, moving forward to the skin of his neck. Peter moved out of the way, tilting his head to give you more access.

"I mean, I'd prefer to see them on the floor, but sure" he smirked.

The comment made your heart burst, lips stopping and pulling back to look at him wide-eyed.

"Too strong?" he pursed his teeth together, eyes squinting in a guilt-filled haze. You shook your head, scoffing at the quick switch from the dirty talk to 'im just an innocent angel'. You decided to save the comment for later, noting to bring it up when he was least expecting it, and instead moved back to his neck.

Peter's heart began racing when you stopped, not knowing why or how the comment left this lips. It's as if his mind was speaking aloud, without control and just decided to spew out the words best known to describe his feelings. And there they were, catching your attention, to say the least. But, when he felt your hot lips on his skin again, he calmed down... For the most part.

"Bedside table, top drawer" you whispered gently into his ear, pressing a gentle kiss into the lobe. Peter nodded, unaware exactly what you needed, but reached over and pulled the drawer open. "Under the jewellery box," you said again, directing Peter's hand to the small velvet red box, pushing it to the side. There underneath were a packet of condoms, making Peter's fingers hesitate as if it suddenly hit him what as about to happen.

He picked one up, slowly shutting the drawer behind him and bringing it towards you.

"Your a big boy, you do it" you pushed it back towards him, Peter a little astounded. It was like he was a child again, being asked to ride a bike without the safety wheels. Yet, instead, here he was being asked to open a condom on his own, despite the feeling still the same.

He opened his mouth to speak, but your eyes kept his words from falling. He swallowed flatly, bringing his hands from your hips to tear the packaging apart. It was easy enough, but it was what was inside that was driving Peter crazy. All the while you sat there and watched as Peter's cheeks flushed, throwing the wrapper to the side and holding the rubber between his fingers.

"You want me to turn away?" you quizzed, eyes gentle.

Peter could stare at those eyes all day, watching how-to colours swirled like a whirlpool around your pupil. The attention to detail in every touch of vibrancy made Peter's stomach turn, and how the jealousy radiated that he wished he could be that pupil. The colours giving it their utmost centre attention. It was strange was of saying he wanted all your attention, but it was one way, there were many others.

But, remembering what you were asking, "If you don't mind"

You smiled, pecking his lips gently, "Not at all"

How did Peter get so lucky to end up with someone like you? Sure, you were complicated and he hadn't completely figured you out yet, but that's somewhat what kept him going. Knowing that he had a mission to discover every part of you, and he had all the time in the world to do it.

You rolled over slowly, eyes facing the wall and keeping your movements still. His eyes followed you, watching as the darkness shifted over your back, your skin sun-kissed with a touch of paleness. Once you were still, he looked back to the item he was holding and slowly began to unravel it.

You sat and waited patiently, a giddy smile on your face as you felt the bed sink and rise. You'd had sex before, countless time's with countless boys and if you could go back and change it you would. But like you had said, countless times, there had always been something different about Peter. The list could go on, and on, and even though you enjoyed delving into it sometimes, you had chosen the basics for a reason. He was kind, loving, sweet and overall perfect. You knew, if not you, he would make someone very happy someday.

"O-okay" Peter whispered, touching your shoulder briefly as if signally he was ready. You rolled over, Peter doing the same and there you looked at each other for a moment. You'd never felt peace like it. Despite being riled up, there was something about the warmth mixing with your damp skin and the rain hitting the window that pushed the moment to be that extra bit special.

"I've got no idea what I'm doing from here-"

"Right, right" you smiled, beckoning him closer to you, which he followed. You hand fell to his cheek, bringing his lips to brace yours as you fell into one another, lips cascading, tasting each other as you roamed between tongue and teeth. Peter's hands brought you closer, bringing you upright and soon he was lifting you above him, your heat pushing against his member emitting a low grunt from behind your lips.

Before long you were grinding against him, and although there was more to come you couldn't help yourself. You knew this was about to change, and you somewhat feared that the small gestures would become nothing once the main event had taken place. Strange as it sounds. You feared that just a kiss wouldn't do anything for you like it was now.

Peter's hands were quick to slide down the small of your back, taking the band of the lingerie between his fingers and slowly sliding it down your cheeks to the backs of your legs. You weren't hesitant to help, pushing them further down to where you were able to slide them off the balls of your feet. You whimpered gently as the cold breeze floating around the room hit your wet folds, making Peter's eye's widen.

"Y-you okay?" Peter asked cautiously, making you smile.

"More than okay" you confirmed, kissing him gently. While he was occupied, you took the moment to reach down between your colliding bodies, taking his member in your hand. It's as if something snapped inside Peter as he felt the sudden warmth take over him, teeth sinking down into your bottom lip and ceasing you from moving away. His hands gripped your hips firmly, suring to leave purple marks for the morning, as you angled his tip between your folds.

"Y/N?" Peter quivered, thumbs massaging your skin gently as he allowed you to break away for air. You nodded, asking him to continue, "c-can we start? I need you"

You had somehow failed to notice the growing beads of sweat on his forehead, recognising only now how his legs were shaking at your slow pace and teasing. You nodded, taking a deep breath in and out before slowly sinking down, gripping his shoulders. Peter laid still as he watched you slowly sink lower and lower, feeling your walls clamping around him making his knee's shudder. The feeling was surreal, to imagine that at times only his hands had done this for him, now he realised what he had been missing.

Before you, Peter hardly thought about sex, and it was only when he saw you that night changing that he realised he'd never been touched by a girl, let alone done this with one. But now, he couldn't begin to imagine a life without it.

"O-oh, shit-" Peter cursed as your hips finally touched, both sighing in relief. But, Peter's cock was aching, he needed you and he needed you now, but he didn't want to rush things, for both your benefits.

It wasn't long before you were lifting yourself again, pushing down on Peter's shoulders for support, and Peter didn't mind. If anything, it was a whole new turn on that you using him for stability. At times, Peter would look down between you as you set your rhythm, watching as his cock slid in and out of you, a groan slipping off of his tongue every time your abdomens met. The cool breeze coming from beneath the quilt was the only thing keeping Peter down on earth, and without it, he felt like he was on cloud 9.

"Y-you wanna top?" you breathed heavily, panting faintly as your eyes met with Peter's. He nodded with moderate excitement, supporting your hips as you slowly rolled over. Peter was forced to slip out of you as you rolled onto your side, lying flat on your back as he came to tower over you. You still had that signature smile on your face, defeating past every wall Peter held up against himself. Just that smile, ensured that he was worthy of this.

Peter seemed to have grasped the ropes as he came to enter you once again, feeling the cold dissipate from your walls as his lips attached to your neck and he slid right back into place. With the newfound position, Peter was able to pick up the speed, and soon he felt he was losing the majority of his control, slamming against you. Your hips rutted in unison a couple of times before he began taking over. It was like tasting a new flavour for the first time only to find he enjoyed it, and here he couldn't get enough. He needed more, he wanted deeper, he wanted all of you.

"Fuck, you're amazing" Peter smiled against your skin, hands travelling up your stomach towards your breasts. You smiled, letting a gentle moan leave your lips as you felt his thumb caress your boob, favouring one at a time before switching. You watched carefully as his spine rolled, grinding down harshly into your core having you almost screaming his name.

Your hands flew back to the pillows, finding something to grip onto if it wasn't Peter, and digging your nails into the fabric of the pillowcase. "God... Fucking hell!" Peter yelled, noticing your fucked out expression glowing across your cheeks as he stared up to you, watching your body bounce with his every thrust.

Your legs felt numb with the adding pressure as if Peter hadn't been gripping them tight enough. Your hips were running cold, fingers digging deeper and you knew he was getting close.

"Shit- right there!" you cursed, moaning loudly as Peter hit the right spot, legs shaking as he continued hitting it with little recognition. You became a squirming mess as your high began approaching, the knot deflating with little to no warning.

Peter's head was hanging low, forehead resting on your shoulder, hair brushing against your neck with every harsh thrust, groaning out between your name being called as he felt the pressure running to his member. His lips weren't hesitant to suck the skin on your neck, sometimes a little too harshly making you whimper.

"I- I think I'm close" Peter whimpered, gently biting down on your shoulder as he began to feel your walls clamping around him, "a-are you? Your r-really tight, fuck"

"Y-yeah" you confirmed, bringing his lips to meet yours to add some sort of distraction. You wanted to tell Peter to let go because he was starting to hurt with the grip he had on your legs, but he was out of it and he needed to just enjoy himself. He spent too much time beating himself up about things. But, he was forgetting he was a lot stronger than other people, with the spider bite giving him super strength, and you could have sworn you felt your skin being torn apart.

"That's it, that's it shit!" Peter groaned aloud, his movements slowing as his high approached quickly. He slowly moulded his hands away from your hips, feeling his skin sticking to yours as he placed them next to your head, your eyes rolling back as you felt your orgasm hit, releasing without warning. A single tear rolled down your cheek as Peter followed close behind you, one last grunt leaving his lips before he felt his liquid burst into the condom.

Breathy moans and gasps were shared between you for the next few seconds, setting yourselves back a little before calming down. Your bodies were laced with sweat, hair sticking to your foreheads and minds in oblivion before being brought back down as Peter pulled out slowly.

Your breath was shaking and vision was blurry, so much you could hardly make out Peter's figure in the dark as he collapsed beside you.

"T-that was... Amazing" he smiled, chest beaming as he watched you lie still. There were so many thoughts rushing through your mind at that point. Peter was right, that was amazing, but that didn't discard the unwanted pain in your side from where Peter's hands had been. They were aching, feeling the blood rushing back to the neglected spots quickly, skin heating up and bones aching.

"I'm gonna go clean up" you swallowed, moving hesitantly from under the sheets, grasping one of Peter's old t-shirts from the pile beside your bed and throwing it over your head. You knew what was coming, but you had to keep yourself steady until you were at least in the bathroom.

"Oh, o-okay" Peter nodded, eyes watching your every movement as you moved to stand.

You managed to get to your feet, wobbling slightly before you began moving. Peter was listening, closely. He could hear your heart thundering from a mile away, your breath hitching as you moved your feet and there he knew something wasn't right. But before he could open his mouth to speak, you were gone behind the bathroom door.

Peter's mouth fell agape as his eyes widened.

He hurt you... He hurt you...

How could he have been so selfish...

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Aaaaaah I'm not dead, promise 😉 But I haven't uploaded in like forever! So, sorry bout that

But, how was this chapter? Something I would call maybe the grand finale? Don't worry, it doesn't end here, there are some more chapters to come!

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