Stark’s Girl (NSFW)
Pairing: Peter Parker(Spider-Man) x Reader
Summary: Reader is Stark’s daughter and has a crush on Spider-Man AND Peter Parker. What happens when Spidey shows up in her room?
Warning: SMUT and fluff and language
Being Tony Stark’s daughter has its perks, the biggest one being that you know the Avengers. A lot of your classmates, girls and guys alike, always bombard you with questions ranging from “Are they really as nice as we think” to “Is Thor’s ‘hammer’ as big as we think. You have no answers for the latter kind. Even if you were legal age, they’ve become your family: it’d just be weird
However, there’s one Avenger that you’d jump at the chance to get with; Spider-Man. You’ve never actually met him, you don’t even know his age, but at this point of your crush, it didn’t matter to you. You’re too far down that rabbit hole.
Which is why you’re in your current situation: some asshole jock trying to ask you out. You’ve already done the polite refusal, but he won’t give up. Time for plausible excuse now. You glance around for any help and see your second crush, Peter Parker.
There are a couple reasons for this one. One, he didn’t ever try to pursue you like many others did. Two, he’s shy and pretty sweet. Three, he’s smart and not afraid to show it.
You couldn’t use him as your excuse. He gets bullied enough, no need to add to it. So, you went with your second choice.
“Sorry, but I already have plans with Spider-Man tonight. My dad set it up for me.”
Everyone’s attention turns to you, which only makes a faint blush crawl up your neck. Pressing your books tighter to your chest, you hold yourself higher just like Tony had taught you when you go to galas. When you turn to leave for your next class, you see Peter looking at you with slight surprise and something else that you can’t recognize.
Choosing to ignore it for now, you walk past everyone who’d been staring at you, though they’re still staring since you turned down one of the most sought-after jocks on the team. Some of them understand because who would pass up a date with Spider-Man? Others wonder if you’re mentally ill.
Ned elbows Peter hard after people start scattering. “Dude! Y/n Stark and you?”
Peter feels his cheeks flush as he rolls his shoulder to relax his arm from his friend hitting him. “Actually, no. That never was set up, so no. I, nor Spidey, have a date with her.”
Ned furrows his brows, leaning against the lockers. “But…what’s keeping you from showing up at her place later?”
Pausing, Peter stares into the empty space of his locker. What is keeping him from showing up and just…hanging out with her as Spider-Man? He didn’t have a chance as Peter Parker, but apparently Spider-Man does. So, with a slam of his locker, he sets a plan in his head.
And boy are you in for a surprise.
You groan out loud as you fall face first onto your bed, your backpack forgotten by your bedroom door. The Avengers are out on a mission, but there’s food in the fridge from last night so you aren’t stranded on your own. It’s kind of weird being on your own after the Avengers had taken a break. Well, it isn’t their choice, but now they’re allowed to go out again and fight. You’re happy they have their jobs back, but ever since the team pretty much split in half, it’s been weird to get used to.
Rolling onto your back, your hair splaying over your bed behind you, you close your eyes with a heavy sigh. You’re alone for an undetermined amount of time with hardly any homework left because you used your study hall to do it instead of getting a guy to make out with and no one to call because you really don’t make friends in your classes, so you’re stuck.
A tap on your window makes you jump in surprise. Who could be at your window when you literally live in a skyscraper? So, being the curious girl you are, you pad silently over to the window and pull the curtains back, nearly screaming when you suddenly see Spider-Man’s face. Well, masked face, but it still counts. You somehow keep yourself from falling backwards before you open the window to let him in. You didn’t want him to fall off the side of the building!
“What the hell are you doing?” you ask, your voice squeaking in surprise.
A muffled chuckle comes from him. “Sorry to scare you, but someone told me we had plans together. Why didn’t I get wind of that?”
You turn red, but shrug playfully. “Well, maybe word didn’t get around to you fast enough, mar busy-body. Though…since you’re here…”
He tilts his head. “Since I’m here…”
“We could hang out.”
You can’t tell what his expression is under his mask, but you do see the eyes on his mask widen slightly. It’s actually a little funny to watch his mask move with his expression. You smile cheekily at him as you move to sit on the small couch in your room, which is in front of your TV and gaming stand. You pat the seat next to you.
“Are you coming over here to talk to me or what?”
He nearly jumps clear across the room to land on the couch next to you, making you giggle at him. Who knew Spider-Man was such a goof?
“So, uh…y-you wanted to talk? Or hang out?”
“Isn’t that kinda what we’re doing?” You ask, leaning your elbow onto the arm of the couch behind you and laying your head against your fist.
He nods quickly, folding his hands in his lap. He’s bending forward a little bit, obviously nervous, but also excited to be here with you.
You grin. You’re already having fun with him and you can’t wait to see what happens with this.
He clears his throat. “So, uh, wanna know anything about me?”
You hum softly as you think. There are several things you really wanna know, but you don’t wanna scare him off. As a Stark, you’re not very…censored, so it’s easy to scare people who aren’t used to it and you don’t know what all Spidey can take of your brashness, so you go with the first, logical choice.
“Who are you under that mask, Mr. wallcrawler?”
He chuckles, nudging your arm with his elbow. “You know I can’t tell you. You should know better than anyone that I can’t.”
You roll your eyes, turning to sit facing him, meaning that your back is to the arm of the couch. “Well…what can I see of your face?”
He sighs softly, giving in to you a little as he pulls his mask up just over his nose. You keep yourself from blushing when your eyes glance down to his pink lips and back up to the white eyes of his mask. You bite your bottom lip as you think more in your head, trying to keep all the thoughts you know are just plain awful that you really want to do with him down out of your mouth.
Oh, the things you wanted to do to him with your mouth.
“You okay? You haven’t said anything in a while,” he says softly, getting nervous since you hadn’t said anything after he pulled his mask up slightly.
“Huh? O-oh, no! I’m fine! Promise.”
“Hey, Y/n!” your father calls from down the hall. “Me and the team are heading out for a bit, you gonna be okay on your own?”
Your thoughts run faster with this. “Yeah, Dad! I’ll just study or something!”
Spider-Man watches you as a huge smile spreads across your lips and you scoot to sit closer to him. “So, Spidey, do you…wanna do anything fun?”
He smiles softly, scratching the back of his head. “Um, yeah. That’d be awesome.”
You lean towards him, trying to keep your eyes on his instead of his lips. “Do you trust me? To do something fun with you?”
He nods slowly, glancing down at your lips even though you can’t see it. “Yeah…I do.”
You grin before you crash your lips onto his, one of your hands moving to cup his cheek, keeping him close. His hands immediately grab your waist, pulling you closer than you were a few seconds ago. Smirking to yourself, you pull away from his hands and his lips, standing up and walking to your bed with a sway in your hips. He turns to watch you, licking his lips as he tries to process everything. Are you serious about this?
You rest your hands on your hips. “You coming or am I doing this on my own?”
Again, he jumps across the room to you, his arms wrapping around your waist again, hands playing with the hem of your shirt. You giggle softly, curling your arms around his neck to play with the small curls that slipped out the back of his mask. You feel a little weird to be doing this, after all you have another crush on an amazing boy from high school who’s the sweetest ever, but…
It’s not every day you get a chance to be with Spider-Man.
You press your lips to his again, only this time he’s ready for it and he moves his lips with yours languidly. You could do this all day, you’ve never kissed anyone that makes you feel this way. As heat starts to build within you, his tongue flicks across your lips before slipping into your mouth. He seems cautious to do anything with you, so you have to take the lead.
Tugging at his curls, you nip his bottom lip gently and step back towards your bed, pulling him on top of you as you fall onto your bed. You both end up laughing softly as he pulls himself up to hover above your body, dipping down again to kiss you. He would probably only keep doing that if you let him, just kissing your lips over and over and over…
But you have other ideas.
You press the small spider on his chest to loosen his suit. You helped your uncle design it, so you know how it works, even though that surprises him that you do. Helping you out, he pulls his gloves off and slides his suit off his body, revealing all the muscles he’s gained from his job. Man, is he built, but he’s still lean. Definitely not as big as Cap, but built more than guys at school are when they brag about their muscles.
“Eight pack?” you ask with a smirk, dragging your fingers down his abs, making him tense them in surprise.
“Uh, well, you know…climbing walls and swinging around New York takes a lot of…core strength.”
Not boastful. Good trait to have.
You pull your shirt off with an arch of your back. The white eyes on his mask seem to widen as you reveal more of your bare, flush skin to him. He licks his lips again before he starts pressing wet, open mouth kisses to your jaw and down your neck. You let out a soft gasp of surprise before you end up whining when he nibbles at the spot right above your collar bone, which only makes him grin and suck on your skin. You have a feeling he really doesn’t care about leaving marks or is even thinking about the consequences of what could happen if anyone sees them. Not that you are, either.
His hands run down your stomach to the hem of your pants, his fingers hooking into the belt loops of them. He tugs and you lift your hips, letting him pull your pants down which also pulls your underwear down a little, just enough to make it obvious that he’s getting very excited.
You giggle softly, pulling his suit off his hips and down his legs, showing off his plaid boxers. He picks you up to lay you down on your bed again, your head on your pillows as he kicks his suit off, climbing over you. You wrap your arms back around his neck to crash his lips back to yours, your tongue immediately invading his mouth again. His hips press down against yours and you whine, wanting both of your underclothes gone so you can just feel him. God, did you want to feel him.
He must feel the same since he hooks his finger into your panties and pulls them down, followed by his boxers. You quickly pull away from him to twist your body and fumble for your bedside table drawer. He smiles as he starts placing kisses on your back, sucking and licking every now and then, gently biting your shoulder blades when you stretch them. You whimper as you tug a small packet out of the drawer and hold it in front of his eyes.
“What’s this?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
“Did you never go to sex ed?” You let out a soft laugh. “It’s a condom. You put it on your dick so I don’t get pregnant.”
His cheeks flare red as he gently takes it from you, tearing it open carefully so it doesn’t rip before rolling it onto himself, biting his lip as his eyes drag along your body. You smile, tracing your fingers over the lines of his muscles. He shudders and ducks his head down to leave kisses along the tops of your breasts, only being stopped by the bra you hadn’t slipped off. He growls and nips at your skin as his hands travel behind you, fumbling with the clasp as he can’t keep his mouth off your skin. You moan softly when you rock your hips up against his and his cock presses against your clit. He smiles as he finally frees your breasts from the confines of your bra and finally takes the nipple of your left breast in your mouth to tongue over and suck.
You rock your hips up again and the tip snags slightly at your entrance, making him push his hips forward at the feeling, wanting to just wreck you completely.
“Spider-Man,” you whisper breathily against his ear, tugging at the curls on the base of his neck. “Please, take me. I need you.”
His hand goes to your neglected breast and gently kneads it as he presses into you, making both of you moan and you to hiss softly in his ear. He lifts his head from your chest and captures your lips sweetly, passionately.
Then, you realize it’s more than just two bodies having sex.
His thrusts start slowly, gently just rocking your body with his hips. It starts driving you crazy as he keeps his steady, slow, hot pace. So much that it makes you whimper his name in his ear, which only makes him grin as he moves his lips to your neck again, sucking on the mark his already left. When you whimper again, his hips jerk forward quickly and hard.
“Shit!” You squeal, hips bucking with the thrust.
He chuckles breathlessly against your neck, starting up again with that same pace now, hard and quick thrusts mixed in with his former slow and steady. Each one making a different sound leave your lips, sometimes a squeal or high moan, sometimes a yell of his name. Each sound you make drives him on, soft groans and your name leaving him.
“Spidey, oh, god…” you murmur into his ear, your arms wrapping over his shoulders to pull him closer, your nails dragging across his skin to leave marks that would definitely be there in the morning.
“Close, baby?” he whispers into your neck, gently biting at your neck. “Wanna cum on my dick?”
You whine, arching your back. “Please, please, harder…”
He lifts himself up, hands on either side of your head before his hips suddenly slam forward, making you cry out loudly as you clench around him, your entire body going rigid under him. He smiles softly, watching you come undone as he keeps slamming into you until he moans loudly, filling the condom. You pull him back down and leave gentle kisses along his shoulder and up is neck, sucking at the skin right under his jaw.
He pulls out of you slowly after you both calm down from your orgasm and falls onto his side next to you. He pulls the condom off and ties it off before throwing it away in your trashcan and burying it in tissues and paper balls. He finally collapses next to you, groaning softly.
“This…might just be…the best day…of my entire life,” he whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.
You giggle, curling up next to him and slinging your arm over his stomach. “Wanna cuddle for a bit?”
He nods, pulling you against his body. “Honestly…I’ll probably pass out soon. Sorry in advance.”
You nod, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Go ahead and sleep, my hero. You did a lot of work today.”
He smiles and you watch as the eyes on his mask close. You wait a while until his chest rises and falls evenly, only then daring to mess with his mask. His entire body is still sparkling with sweat from the sex you just had, so wouldn’t it be better if he could breathe easier without the mask?
You gently, carefully, pull the mask off his face, watching as loose, sweaty curls drop onto his forehead, a grin spreading your lips. No reason to feel guilty about sleeping with Spider-Man now.
Peter Parker lays next to you in your bed, curls in his face, eyes closed, breathing softly, after you had just had sex. You cuddle close to his chest, your legs entangled with his own.
It’ll be fun when you wake up later.
(IDEFK IF YOU GUYS WANTED TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT I’M SORRY)