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babydoll x perfect girl
GigaChad Theme Phonk Version
Poker Face

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The night was growing old, but Peter didn't care.

It had been exactly three days since Peter had met you for the first time, undeniably came across one of the rare species of woman, and there was no doubt about it; he felt the growing need to be near you again the more time he was apart from you.

There was something about you Peter couldn't quite make clear to himself, something drawing you in that made him feel so comforted, as though it was beginning to fill the gaping hole inside his chest. The smell of your perfume lingered on his clothes for the first two days after your encounter. Peter had slept in the same hoodie for as long as the smell remained, however now it was beginning to fade and the gaping hole was growing again.

He craved to feel the softness of your skin again, the way your body moved. Every hour that passed he wondered what you were up to if you were thinking about him the way he was thinking about you. Sitting on his mind like a bad omen.

It took three days for Peter to pluck up the courage and see you once again, terrified by the thought of embarrassing himself in front of a whole club's worth of people. What if you weren't on shift and he was forced to do the walk of shame? What if you didn't even remember him? Whatever the matter, he was completely fucked up over you, losing himself in a deep abyss of your smell which he craved, a world spinning on his axis. Was this what falling in love felt like?

He'd never experienced these kinds of emotions when he was dating MJ, there was never anything sexual that brought Peter out of his shell for long enough to realise what he wanted. Just being in front of you under your control was everything Peter could ever want and need, to be consumed by the complete idea of you. Surrounded by bright lights and loud music which alone made Peter's adrenaline rush, being there with you only added to the experience.

Looking out the windows and seeing the bright lights of the night Peter wanted nothing more than to see those bright lights cascading down over your halo-glowing skin, see your smile in the fine lighting of the evening sky, see your hair fall over your shoulders and relax the muscles that hid beneath your skin and wrapped around your frame as he pleasured you deeply. Peter knew he had no idea what he was doing, he'd had a few fair shares of sexual experiences, but you were special and when it came to special, he wanted to give you nothing but the best. You were like an angel in the waking of the living and Peter felt like he had been poisoned by your touch.

It took more than a bucket of courage to wean Peter out from behind the walls of his apartment. There was no turning back now as he pushed open the doors to the club, feeling the warm hair and the smoke from the lights hit his skin, feeling the uplift in his heels as the music shredded through his veins making his heart race.

The room was dark overall, but with the flashing beams of colours that ran through the club, there were moments where his mind was set awake, seeing your face in everyone he passed. His eyes darted around the room, endlessly searching for your frame, your hair colour, anything that slightly resembled you. His heart pounding in his chest the entire time, Peter approached the bar, swinging his head around on his shoulders as he took a seat, looking for anything that would give him away. His eyes remained glued to the steel bar that sat in the dead centre on the stage under the bright lighting of the spotlight as a woman approached its length, but it wasn't you.

"Didn't think I'd see you here again, tiger."

It was you.

"Hey," Peter practically jumped out of his skin, bones clattering on the dusty footprint-filled floor as he spun in the bar stool to face you, seeing your bright eyes glint in the flashing lights as you greeted him with a smile, hands clasped around a beer bottle as you popped the top before sliding it down the bar and wiping your hands on your gown. You looked different tonight, your skin barely showing aside from your wrists that peeked out beneath the long-sleeved shirt you were wearing. "Cat got your tongue?" you smirked as you planted your palms face down on the bar top.

"S-sorry," he swallowed, "I- uh..." he was starstruck, he'd made it this far, but in honesty didn't think he'd make it as far as the front door.

"Can I fix you up with something to calm those nerves? On the house," you chuckled, reaching beneath the bar top for a small glass before spinning around and taking a few steps towards the back shelves. From where Peter was sitting he could see the low-cut top you were wearing and the shorts that went along with it, revealing the varying shapes of tattoos that covered the lengths of your gorgeous legs. If Peter wasn't already hooked, he was most certainly in deep this time.

You reached up on your tiptoes, clasping your hands around a bottle and bringing it down from the top shelf, cracking the lid and pouring a generous amount into the small glass, eyes not once leaving the glass, "so who are you here for?" you asked, voice cranked up over the loud music, finally glancing upwards and staring through your brows towards Peter who had his eyes locked on you like a hawk.

"Uh.. well actually I'm here for you," Peter swallowed, adjusting himself on the bar stool.

"Sorry handsome, I'm on bar duty tonight," you shook your head, a toothy grin on your lips, sliding the glass towards him. He watched as you tilted your head, reaching downwards and bringing a scoop of ice towards the rim of the glass and pouring it downwards. Peter wasn't interested in the drink, his eyes never losing focus of what he had come here for tonight. You remembered him, you remembered him and that was fuel in Peter's fire. It was enough to keep pushing.

"What time do you get off?" he asked, leaning forward slightly and catching your scent, filling his lungs with sweet ecstasy. The nerves ran through Peter like a deadly disease, but his heart fought against it as his brain screamed at the way you looked at him with surprise in your eyes. Shaking your head lightly you chuckled, running your tongue over your teeth before pointing behind you towards one of the varied signs handing behind the bar, "some other time, pretty boy."

"We reserve the right to withhold personal information from any customer."

"Hey, wait up!" Peter called after you after his eyes scanned over the sign before turning to see the back of your head walking down to the opposite end of the bar. Glancing down, Peter grasped the small glass of whatever it was you had poured, whispering a curse beneath his breath before throwing the liquid down the back of his throat feeling the burn in his chest almost instantly.

"Going on break," Peter watched you nod towards one of the bar staff beside you, fingers twirling around the string of your small apron that hung lowly around your waist, serving no real purpose other than to show your job role for the night. Peter caught up to you in no time after stumbling from the bar stool.

"Hey, wait up," with jagged breaths Peter managed to catch your arm, touching your skin only for a brief moment before your head turned on your shoulders, a stern look in your eye.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" you spat suddenly and Peter's heart sunk to his feet. His eyes widened suddenly as the room closed around him.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"

"What part of that sign didn't you understand? Can't you read?"

"Y/N calm the fuck down," another voice joined the circle, a taller man with short black hair and a smirk on his lips as he rest a hand on your shoulder, eyes glancing towards Peter, "be careful with this one, she bites," he teased with a chuckle, earning a slap on the shoulder from yourself.

Peter stood for a moment still as a whisper as he watched the tension in your gaze loosen a little, an apology flowing from your lips and shoulders relaxed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap," you sighed as the other gentleman walked away, gazing back at you with a raised brow, tongue held between his teeth as he smiled playfully.

"No, no, please don't apologise, it's my fault I shouldn't have..."

"Really dude, it's fine," you shook your head, running a hand down your face and Peter finally saw the person who had been hiding under the facade. You were flirty and fruity at the bar, but now Peter could see that what he had been fantasising over was all a mask and in a way, he was falling for you even more, "is there something I can do for you cause I'm about to go on break?" you pointed to the back, wrapping your other arm over your stomach to cover the bare skin that was showing through your low cut top. Peter swallowed for a second, opening his mouth to speak as his eyes gazed at you deeply, flowing up and down your frame as he finally got a good look at the beauty of you.

Swallowing every blaring red warning sign that was blowing up in Peter's chest he finally spoke, "look, I know you probably get this like every night but I-I haven't stopped thinking about you, I haven't been able to and trust me I've tried you're just... You're the most beautiful person I've ever... Seen..." Peter panted, hands fumbling together as you stood there, no true tone expression on your face.

He watched as you ran your tongue over your teeth before tucking it into your cheek, "I get off at 12," was all you said before you turned on your heels and sauntered off behind the 'Staff Only' door, out of sight and out of reach. Peter stood for a moment, slapped completely silly as the music changed pace, a more playful beat blazing through the speakers. There was nothing really to go off, but Peter took what you said and held it tightly. The way you had behaved tonight had shown Peter that you weren't something he could just toy with, you weren't a plaything, you were a human being.

In the grand scheme of things, Peter knew he should have never come here in the first place, but now he was using all the uncounted birthday wishes and shooting stars he had left to dwindle in the wind on making the time go faster as he sat in one of the booths by the door, a drink of lemonade nursed in his palm as he waited for the midnight hour.

After the hours passed, waiting and watching as the room seemed to grow larger the more bodies piled out the door, finally he saw you. Wrapped up in a leather jacket and black jeans carrying what looked like a motorcycle helmet, you kissed one of what Peter presumed your friends on the cheek before making a beeline for the doorway. Your hair was slick back into a tight ponytail, makeup scarce from your skin. You looked heavenly.

"You're still here?" you raised a brow with a breathy giggle as you passed Peter's booth, glancing upwards lightly as he stood, edging his way out from behind the table, "you waited."

"I... I thought you wanted me to."

You nodded lightly, raising your brow, "c'mon."

Peter followed hot on your heels as you headed for the doorway, shouting goodnight to the rest of the bar staff as you passed them on the porch of the building, heading down the steps and into the parking lot.

"You know I don't make house calls," you turned your head on your shoulders to look back at Peter before pausing at what he presumed was your ride; a slick black motorcycle.

"I- Well yeah," he nodded, "that's not what I'm here for."

"Then what is it?" you pressed, "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression like I know I use my body for money but I'm not a slut-"

"I never said you were."

You paused in your thoughts for a moment, looking at Peter with parched lips and gentle eyes. "Did you mean what you said? In the club?"

"That you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen?" he asked, stretching forwards lightly as he pulled down his hood, revealing his unruly curls and tired eyes in the dim lighting of the street lights that were dotted around the almost empty parking lot, "of course I did."

You looked down towards your feet for a moment, scoffing in disbelief. It took a while for you to look back upwards, a tight expression on your face as though you were unimpressed and it was starting to leave Peter in the dark. Reaching forward suddenly you clasped your hands around the rim of Peter's hoodie, dragging him downwards, smashing your lips together.

The kiss was hot, heated, and caught Peter completely off guard, lips dry from the cold chill in the air, heart racing in his chest, lungs heavy, bursting for oxygen. But there was nothing in the world that was about to make him pull away, guarded against the fear that this may be the only time he gets to feel your soft lips pressed against his own. You were everything he could have ever imagined, the way your mouth felt against his own as you stood there, kissing under the moonlight, swarmed by each other's scents and feels.

After a moment, after the bliss, you pulled away softly, swallowing lightly as Peter regained himself. "You're way in over your head."

"W-what?" Peter bat his lips together, running his tongue over them leisurely as he watched as if from afar as you smiled sweetly before your features disappeared before his eyes. You slid your helmet over your head, snapping the visor down to cover your eyes before mounting your bike, balancing yourself out as you kicked back the stand, "what's your name again?" you asked through muffled tones, turning to look at his still standing there as you pulled a pair of black leather gloves from your pocket.

"Parker, Peter Parker," he answered softly, "did I do something wrong? I meant what I said, I know you probably get it all the time but I think.."

"What?" you asked, hand pushing your visor above your helmet to reveal your eyes.

"There's just something about you," he shrugged, pulling his hands from his pockets and running a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry."

"You're right I do get it all the time," you nodded, looking down towards your gloves and tightening the velcro strap before looking back up at him, "but no one ever came back for seconds."

A little stunned and excited that this wasn't over, Peter paused in his tracks, lowering his stance, metaphorically rolling over onto his belly and revealing all his soft spots to you.

"You got a ride home, Peter Parker?" you asked softly and he could see the smile in your eyes. You watched as he shook his head lightly, "I don't like too far..."

"Get on."

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Apologies if this chapter isn't up to my usual standard, I don't usually proof read lmaooo.