Peter Parker x Reader
A Sequel to Something Revealed, followed by Something Taken(coming soon)
“Wake up,” Peter murmured in your ear. You stirred around, curling deeper into the blankets and pillows. “[Y/n], wake up,” he said again, pressing his lips to your neck.
You let out a breathy moan as he kissed down your shoulder.
“If this is how you wake me up, I think I’ll stay in bed forever,” you laughed, turning onto your back and looking up at him.
Peter leaned above you, twirling your hair around his finger. “As long as you’re in bed with me forever, I’m okay with it,” he smiled.
“I would kiss you right now,” you said, “but I have morning breath,” you finished with a giggle. Peter mockingly gagged and rolled onto his back, covering his face with the pillow. “I think it killed me,” he said in defeat, his words muffled. “Oh, hush,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head on his chest.
“How do you feel this morning?” he asked, moving the pillow. You wrinkled your nose. “Different,” you admitted.
“No one likes change,” you sighed, sitting up in the bed. You leaned over Peter, moving the curtain and peering out the window. “Where’s May?”
“She left for work this morning. Said something about emergency power or anything along those lines. The earthquake last night was pretty bad, apparently.”
You shivered at remembering the previous night’s events. “I’m sorry,” he quickly said, noticing your sadness.
“Why?” you asked. “It’s not anything to be sorry about, you’re just talking.”
“Would you like to eat something?” Peter asked, changing the subject. “I can make pancakes,” he offered.
“Pancakes seem so…so normal after everything that’s happened,” you sighed. He pouted. “Does this mean you don’t want me to make them?”
You smiled at him and nodded. “I’d love that.”
Peter let your shower up and gave you one of his sweatshirts to wear. It smelled like him, which you liked. It hung off you like a dress, down to your thighs and engulfed your hands. You shuffled into the kitchen, hastily combing your fingers through your wet hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” Peter said in awe when he saw you.
You blushed, ducking your head. “It’s too early for me to be embarrassed right now,” you muttered, sitting at a stool, folding your hands on the kitchen counter.
“Have you talked to your mom?” he asked from his position at the stove. “Ugh,” you groaned. “No. And I don’t want to.”
Peter sighed as he turned off the burner and set the plate of fluffy pancakes in front of you. “You won’t get the answers you want without her. And besides, she is still your mom so I wouldn’t recommend you ignore her. But I’m not pressuring you to so don’t break me,” he added in defense. You arched an eyebrow at him. “I can’t break you even if I wanted,” you told him, shoveling food onto your plate.
“You don’t know that yet,” Peter said. “You’re a superfreak. Like me,” he teased, leaning over and kissing your nose.
“If you expect me to dress up and be your sidekick then you are sorely mistaken,” you told him, taking a bite. “Oh my god, these are amazing,” you then praised.
“Thanks. The spidey sense tells me when to flip ‘em.”
Two hours later
What was meant to be innocent teenagers watching a movie led to an intense session of kisses and touches all over the body. Fingers intertwining through hair didn’t seem like something that could set Peter’s entire body on fire but when it was by your hand, he thought he would melt.
It didn’t help you still wore his sweatshirt; you looked irresistible in almost anything you wore but when it was his clothes, he went absolutely mad.
And it was all going so well until a knock on his door startled you both.
“Is that May?” you whisper-yelled. “No! Is that your mom?”
“God, I hope not,” you cringed.
Carefully and quietly, you both crept towards the door, you holding onto Peter’s hand.
He cautiously opened the door.
“Hey there, Underoos. This your girl?” a man asked, pushing his way into the apartment.
“M-M-Mr. Stark!” Peter squeaked out, his voice higher than you’ve ever heard it. “That’s Tony Stark?” you hissed to your boyfriend.
“Yes, yes, I’m wildly known blah blah blah,” Tony interrupted, taking off his sunglasses and waving them in his hand. “What are you doing here?” Peter asked. “My aunt isn’t home.”
“You have a thing for his aunt?” you asked incredulously.
“She is a gorgeous woman,” Tony chastised. “And I didn’t come for your aunt.”
“You didn’t tell me we had an appointment for today,” Peter said, pulling his phone from his pants pocket to check the calendar.
“I also didn’t come for you.”
“Then why did you come?”
“I came for you,” he replied cheerfully, pointing at you. “Me?”
“Yes, you. You are [Y/n] [L/n], right?”
You nodded hesitantly. “Yes…how do you know my name?”
“I got a very distressed call from a Ms. [L/n] this morning. Lovely woman, you know, allergic to cactuses. Or is it cacti? Anyways, she told me about the little situation and I nobly agreed to help you.”
You raised your eyebrows. “I’m sorry, my mom sent you? There’s nothing you can do that will make me even consider going with you! Tell him, Peter,” he said, crossing your arms.
Peter bit his lip nervously. “Maybe you should go with him…”
You gasped, throwing a hand over your chest in shock. “You’re kidding, right? What happened to you not pressuring me into doing anything!”
Tony cringed. “Poor choice of words.”
Peter rubbed his eyes. “I think that it’s a good idea for you to get an idea of how your newfound powers-”
“Please don’t say that.”
“-work! And Mr. Stark is a really good scientist. He can help, I promise.”
You shook your head. “Absolutely not.”
You ended up being thrown over Peter’s shoulder and forced from the premises. “There’s no rest for the wicked,” Tony told you as you walked along.
“Shut up, Iron Boy,” you snarled, trying to reach out and claw at him, though Peter sped up his pace, leaving a sizable distance between you and the billionaire.
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