Involved: Part 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

A/N: okay so there is smut in this but it isn’t very detailed because like? this is a big part and i needed it to be about more than the horizontal hanky panky anyway im pretty sure im only gonna do one more part after this so here we go PSA this is not good, it’s 3:30 am and im locking that in as my final excuse

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Involved: Part 5

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: lol this is SO SHORT IM SORRY but omg i can’t believe that this is the last part i’m so so so sad i love peter parker and i love fwb peter parker and i love writing this

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“True or false,” Tony starts, staring down at Peter. “You confessed you love for this girl you’ve been moping about for two weeks.”


“True or false: she loves you back.”


“True or false: you got laid after the confessing.” Peter rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to protest, but quickly quiets down when Tony quirks a brow.

“True.” Peter muttered.

“True or false: you left her a fucking note because Happy called you.”


Tony rolls his eyes in exasperation, a hand running through his carefully messy hair. “Peter, why are you here? Why are you not with her?” Tony asks, and Peter sighs.

“I needed advice.”

“No, Spiderboy, you need to go to your girlfriend and tell her that you wear spandex for a living.” The older man demands. When Peter doesn’t move from his spot, Tony waves his hands around wildly. “What are you waiting for? Go, before I tell her myself.”

“(Y/N)?” Peter asks, sticking his head through your window.

He probably could have thought of a better way to tell you he was Spiderman than showing up on your fire escape in his suit, but he was getting a little too anxious to be with you and to not have you be angry with him. This is the best thing he could come up with on short notice.

You turn immediately at the sound of his familiar voice. Jumping from your seat, you stare at the man in your window with a bemused expression on your face. “Yes?” You ask, your arms stiffly at your side. To be honest, you were a little uncomfortable at the fact that not only was Spiderman in your bedroom, but he sounded a hell of a lot like the boy you were currently rather angry with and he knew your name.

“I’m so sorry.” He says, his voice quiet and defeated. Your shoulders slump and you stare at the man. You knew it was Peter; his stance was the same, not to mention his voice. You walked towards him, your hands in front of you in reach of him.

“Peter?” You asked, and he pulled his mask off as your arms slithered around his waist.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. I really didn’t want to go this morning, but I can’t exactly just say no.”

“Peter, I understand.” Your thumb ran over his bottom lip and he sighed. Dropping his forehead to fall against yours, you smiled and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his warm skin against yours and the unfamiliarity of the material of his suit pressed into the skin of your hips where your shirt had ridden up.

“I didn’t want to tell you this way.” He says, and you chuckle.

“Honey, I don’t care how I found out. I just care that we aren’t hiding from each other anymore… right?” You ask expectantly and he nods his head quickly.

“No secrets. I’ve put myself all on the table for you, (Y/N).” He assures. You grin and press your lips against his in a sweet kiss. 

“Good, because you’ve got every single piece of me in the palm of your hand, Peter Parker.” You remind him. He smiles softly, nudging his nose against yours.

“I’ll gladly keep them for as long as you let me.” You giggle, rolling your eyes and telling him how cheesy he is. He can only laugh along with you.

“Come on, it’s late. How about we sleep in and then wake up and go out to lunch?” You propose, and he nods.

“That sound beyond incredible.” He sighs, and you smile. Turning around to switch your lamp off, you watch as Peter struggles out of the tight red spandex of his suit. Chuckling to yourself, you help him out of his outfit and strip yourself of your jeans before sliding into bed, gratefully allowing Peter to slip in behind you and wrap his arms tightly around your waist.

“I love you,” Peter whispers quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you more.”

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