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You had just signed your lease for your new apartment in a complex nearby your college campus. You were so excited to move in this summer before your junior year kicked in full swing in the fall. It was a huge decision to opt out of dorm housing and deciding to be fully independent, but you decided it was time for a change. Of course, your mom echos your fears as you begin to move in.
“Are you sure you have everything you need?” She said bringing up the final box that was loaded in her car. She looks at you earnestly while you go out into the hallway to drag the few boxes outside your door, in.
“Yes, I’m sure. I just need a few pieces of furniture and I’ll be good.” You sigh, lifting your box labeled ‘KITCHEN’.
“Do you even know how you’re gonna bring them up?” She asks.
“I’ll figure it out. Whether it’s to hire movers or do it myself it’ll be fine.” You say in an attempt to convince yourself. After setting that box down you returned back out in the hall but was taken aback by a boy running up the hall, almost tripping on your dolley.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” A man shortly came up from behind him, sighing loudly as his child giggled in his arms, taking his shoulders.
“No don’t worry, my daughter should’ve moved all these in when she had the time.” Your mom cuts him off.
“Mom,” you start with an embarrassed sigh before the man, admittedly handsome, continues.
“Oh, are you guys the new residents here?” He says gesturing to your apartment door.
“She is, this is her off campus housing for the next two years.” Your mother says with a proud smile while rubbing your shoulders. Your cheeks heat up as his smile beams. Making eye contact with him you notice how his eyes crinkle as he smiles, you begin to smile back.
“Oh! Well hello neighbor,” He holds his hand out to shake yours, then your mothers. “I’m Peter Parker, I live right in front and this is my son, Ben.” He ruffled the hair of his son as he continued to fidget in place. “If you ever need any help, please let me know.” He claimed.
“Thank you,” you manage to say before sputtering out, “I’m Y/N and this is my mom, Y/M/N.”
“And thank you so much for welcoming my daughter, she’s so nervous about living alone like this.”
“Mom.” You say again, a little more stern than the last time.
He laughs before continuing to egg her on. “No, I understand, it must be crazy how fast it is to see your kid grow up, and for you to be living on your own for the first time!” He makes eye contact with you, licking his lips a bit before bringing his attention back to your mom.
Your stomach lurched at the sight of how attentively he scanned your face, but you quickly shelved your thoughts as your mom continued to speak.
“Yeah, but deep down she knows she’ll always be my little girl.”
You hid your head in your hands as they laughed together, her knowing how embarrassed you are in front of possibly the cutest man you’ve ever laid eyes on.
Peter politely excuses himself and smiles at the both of you before taking Ben into their apartment. You and your mother continue moving your boxes that remained in the hallway into the apartment, as it seemingly was a hazard for boys 5 and under.
As you and your mother attempt to get the tedious stuff out of the way, it’s almost half past 10 and your mom starts double checking if you need anything before heading out.
“Now are you sure you don’t need me to get you anything? Toothpaste? Deodorant-”
“Mom I’m fine,” You laugh, knowing that while you are forgetful, you’ve been able to unpack the most basic things for survival before taking the rest of the weekend to settle in.
“Okay, and be good while I’m gone,” She says cupping your face in your cheeks. You nod but furrow your eyebrows before she elaborates on what she means.
“I’m serious, I saw the way you were looking at your cute neighbor ” She laughs before you do.
You attempt to play it off, because you don’t really feel like explaining to your mom that you don’t hope to fuck the dilf next door. Mostly because a) you’d be lying and b) this is your mom. But with how young she is, she always emphasized openness in your relationship as a way to combat repression or trust issues. While for the most part worked as you got older, it also came with embarrassing instances like these. So for now, all you say is this:
“He’s like 40.” You exaggerate, hoping you mask your desire for him by emphasizing the age difference, “I’m not gonna go sleep with him.” You giggle with her.
“I never said that,” She starts, eyes widening. “But you never know what a man’s intentions are. Be careful. You’ve been doing so good, I don’t want you to get off track.” She says more seriously.
You hear her keys jingle as she walks towards your door and goes out into the hallway.
You continue, drawing out the “Fine.” before emphasizing the innocence of that interaction, “But I swear you have nothing to worry about. I’m off campus for a reason. I'm gonna be missing all the action anyway.” You sigh.
Your mind flashes to the last two years of your time at Empire State University of hopeless parties and disappointing hook ups. You were never sure what the deal was when it came to you, but it seemed like putting yourself out there was futile.
Your mom quickly took you out of your thoughts by slinking her arm on your shoulder and giving you a drawn out lecture about how you’re still young with options and blah blah blah. You appreciate the sentiment, but you decided it wasn’t even worth thinking about anymore. With moving out and living off campus, you officially felt like this was a new chapter of your life where you could remove yourself from constantly thinking about guys and focusing on yourself when you’re not on campus. As you walked her to her car you turned back into what she was saying and played it off as if you were listening the entire time. You say your goodbyes as she starts the car and begins to walk up to your apartment.
-
You weren’t sure just how your friendship with an attractive father of a 5 year old started, but it must’ve been when you got your couch delivered in front of the complex with no way of getting it up. All the money in your savings went to rent and books for the next semester, so you were determined to get it up yourself.
You sighed looking at your gorgeous couch on the sidewalk before deciding to suck it up and drag it up two steps before you ultimately gave up. You hear footsteps behind you but you’re too humiliated by your underestimation of the weight of a couch to turn around until your attention is called over.
“Y/N?” Your cheeks heat up knowing who that Queens accent belonged to. You looked over to see Peter smiling at you. You took notice of his stature in his white button down rolled up just above his elbows. He was in blue fitted jeans and just looked so…crisp. You were quickly thrown out of your thoughts when he asked honestly, “Do you need help?” gesturing to your couch.
He laughs when he sees the way you sigh in defeat. “No?” You say unsure.
“You don’t sound too sure about that.” He gently smiles before scoffing to squat down to pick up the bottom end.
“I can’t ask you to do this for me, you must be so busy.” You try to play it off but he continues to lift up more than half the weight of the couch while you’re basically doing nothing. You’re in awe of his strength as you try to hide your slacked jaw at his smirk from below you.
“It’s no problem.” He sighs “Really.” Grinning, before winking to start walking up.
You make it to the second floor again as you question how a man has this much strength. You knew you weren’t exactly a heavy weight champion but you remembered a couch was usually a two person job if anything. You weren’t expecting a man as lean as him to have this secret strength pocketed but you took notice of the way his muscles flexed by the time you guys made it inside your apartment.
Your eyes begin to wander once again to his hands with how he remained flexed. You couldn’t help but think of how vascular he is as your eyes trailed back up, locking eyes with you as you drew your attention to his face.
“Do you need anything else Y/N?” He says leaning forward on the couch, you catching a glimpse of his chest beneath the thin button up he was dressed in.
“No,” you answer a bit too eagerly, biting your lip before continuing. “Actually that was the last one.” You say thankfully as you plop down on the couch, glancing at your coffee table.
“By the way Mr. Parker, I can’t thank you enough for this.” A mix of a smile and a pout forms on your face to express the gratitude you felt. He chuckles before answering you.
“You can start by dropping the mister,” You blushed at that, not wanting to disrespect him or overstep.
“Seriously, call me Peter.” He smiles, placing his hand on your shoulder as you lightly gasped at the contact. You looked up at him from your seat as the man was towering you from the arm rest. You noted that but avoided saying his name for now.
“Do you want anything before you go?” Quickly changing the topic, making your eyes flicker to the kitchen before you could get any more flustered “I have coffee, wine-” you start as you get up. You unconsciously sway your hips as you walk towards the kitchen until his voice calls for your attention.
“Are you even old enough to drink wine?” He quips. You can hear the smirk on his voice before turning back around with a bottle in your hand.
“Hey, I won’t tell if you don’t.” You say in an innocent sing-song voice. You pull out two glasses for both of you assuming that was his answer. You hear his snickers as you turn back around to come back to him.
He thanks you as you pour the glass for him before seriously asking your age. There was a bit of concern in his voice before you calmed his nerves.
“I’m twenty,” You emphasize, “and I honestly got this for guests, so don’t need to worry about me causing a drunk and disorderly disturbance any time soon.” You attempt to joke. You tried not to dwell on the scene of you with a man almost twice your age drinking together in your apartment because after all, he was only your neighbor.
“Oh I don’t, do I?” He humors you, his eyes widened before continuing in a low whisper, “That’s good, I uh, I didn’t want any wild college parties to disturb the peace.” He bites his lip as you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach from the raspiness of his voice in that comment.
“What are you gonna do if I throw one? Call Spider-Man?” You say this with a damn near comical expression on your face, causing him to throw his head back to guffaw. You find yourself giggling alongside Peter, his energy being infectious.
Peter sighed deeply before taking another sip and turned back to the door. You were confused but heard the knocks that followed shortly after.
“You gonna get that?” He smirked to look back at you before getting up to get it for you. He was quick on his feet and you stammered to follow behind, hoping it wasn’t your mother with a surprise visit.
Fortunately, it wasn’t. Unfortunately, it was your friends from school. You already knew you were never gonna hear the end of this. He opened the door and your friends quickly apologized.
“Sorry, we must have the wrong apartment number.” They say right before you come up from behind him.
“Oh.” They exclaim attempting to not make any jokes about why you have not mentioned the attractive older man in your apartment.
“I’m sorry we didn’t know Y/N had a guest today, you are?” One states, not at all attempting to hide the insinuation behind their statement
Peter smiles, your eyes flutter to his eye crinkles once again, before stating, “No I’m sorry, I’m Peter. I live across the hall with my son. I was just about to leave.” He states firmly with a polite smile.
He turns back to you and places his large hand on your arm once again. “Please,” He emphasizes, “let me know if you need anything else, okay?” He nods in an attempt for you to agree. Your cheeks heat up as you nod looking up to his larger frame as your friends watch this from the doorway. His hand lowers down your arms before ghosting your fingers as if he wanted to hold them. You feel like the room is spinning as you attempt to shelve yet another physical interaction from this man.
It doesn’t end when he leans over closer to whisper, “But I guess I will have to call Spider-Man if you guys cause any trouble later on.”
Before you can even think to respond he quickly exited and your friends watched him descend down the steps to exit the complex. As his figure disappears, you wait for the whole narrative they’re about to construct.
“No way.”
“Y/N.”
“Wine?”
“Dude.”
“A Dilf.”
You sigh loudly as you close the door behind them, hoping he didn’t hear any of those comments.
-
It had been a little over a week since you last saw Peter and attempted to not overthink the intention behind how he treated you.
“He was just being neighborly.” was what you said when you attempted to explain the casual nature of your interaction with Peter that your friends had walked in on and witnessed. At this point, it was the conclusion you decided to stick to whenever your mind wandered any farther.
You decided to do something fun for the Saturday evening but not “fun” in the way that your friends begged you to before you politely rejected their invite to go out to the bar. Frankly, you were exhausted from attempting to make your house a home and felt like staying in to enjoy your apartment life you dedicated all your time to in the past week.
You were baked, and baking brownies.
The brownies had been halfway done in the oven as you put in a toothpick to check their consistency, and you decided it was time to clean up in the kitchen so you could relax once they were done. Still a little buzzed from the edible you took earlier you remembered you left the mixing bowl to soak and began to wash all the dishes from today but after a few attempts of turning on the sink faucet, there was no water coming out. You sighed deeply knowing you have no idea how to fix a sink.
Honestly though, how bad could it be?
Oh, you also realized you don’t even have tools to help you fix said sink. You thought about going out to buy some but going out alone in New York City on a Saturday night while you were a little high probably wasn’t the best idea. Still, you needed to do something or else the dishes would be left overnight.
Your mind wandered to the same place it frequented since you moved in and you realized.
“Peter.” You exhaled out. His constant reminders of coming to him for help rang in your head and decided there was no use in overthinking it, which is what you definitely were gonna do if you thought about it any longer.
You turned on your heels to exit your apartment and suddenly felt very exposed in your pajama shorts, camisole and bunny slippers but decided it was no use to worry about it now before knocking on his door.
He opened the door and was surprised to see you as he scanned your body before meeting your eyes to say hello. And honestly, you did the same as you noticed his white t-shirt and gray sweatpants.
“Hi,” Peter smiled, probably surprised at why you’re stopping by at 9:30 pm and totally not checking you out. “What’s up?” He asks before turning to Ben running up to his side, opening the door a little more.
You smile a little attempting to sober up further before you plead for him to fix your sink.
“Uhm, my sink isn’t working,” You bluntly state. “I was wondering if you have tools? You don’t have to help me fix it or anything cause I know this is so last minute but-” You realize you’re rambling as you say it but with your mind registering every word after you already say it, so you thankfully thank god as Peter answers your pleas and assumes that you most likely do not know how to fix a sink or which tool you would even need.
“Yeah yeah of course, is it okay if Ben sits in the apartment with us while I fix it? It may take a while.” He says in a soft voice you’re unfamiliar with, but you think if you weren’t trying so hard to be completely of a sound mind, you would’ve folded immediately. His voice dripped with honey and it was only exacerbated when in the presence of his son.
“Yeah, thank you so much Mr. Parker.” You attempted to express your gratitude once again, embarrassed at how helpless you’re coming off less than a month of living alone.
“Please, it’s Peter.” He says as his hands ghost your waist. You inhaled a little deeply at that before correcting yourself, now knowing he’s being sincere.
“Thank you, Peter.” You sighed out, testing how it felt on your mouth. It felt… good.
About 10 minutes later you found yourself sitting on the counter next to your sink and above where he was working while Ben sat on your living room couch, watching the Spongebob episode you were watching (though you pretended it was for him) not knowing how long you would be.
“Sorry I’m in your space, I should probably go somewhere else while you work.” You say in an attempt to gauge his comfort with you sitting near him.
“It’s fine, honestly I’m more concerned why your dad didn’t leave you with a toolkit when you moved in.” He joked.
You felt awkward at your silence but cleared your throat before answering. “I,” You sighed. “I don’t have a dad.”
He breaks his focus from the pipe in front of him and mentally curses himself for bringing up a topic he knows very well can be sensitive. “I’m sorry.” He says locking his eyes with yours.
“No, no it’s okay. I never knew or met him so it’s not like a sore subject I guess. All I know about him was that he decided to run out on my mom and I and stayed gone.” You attempted to play it off, but it wasn’t the entire truth. It was a sore subject, being a single mother took a toll on your mothers early life and part of the reason why you were taught to be so independent.
“He’s a bastard,” He scoffed before returning back to the sink faucet, rising to meet your eyes, testing to see if the sink was now working.
“No I think that would be me,” You chuckle but there was no humor to it. You’ve never seen Peter’s face so tight in the short amount of time you’ve known him. The water spouted out the faucet as you silently thank god it worked but he tightened it so forcefully. His knuckles paled as he clenched his hands
“Don’t say that about yourself. I just don’t understand what brings someone to bring someone into the world and walk out on them. I’ll never understand it.” He sighs, looking back at Ben, giggling at whatever joke was said on screen.
Your timer for the oven goes off and you get off the counter to lift the brownie pan out and leave on top of the stove to cool off. Little did you know when you bent over, your ass was also met with a glance by Peter. You missed it by a second when you turned around and he met your eyes again.
“It makes sense now,” He starts, you’re a bit unsure of what he means by that but he chuckles before continuing. “why your mom so protective over you. You are her little girl.” Your stomach did gymnastics at the way his words rolled off his tongue and how he was specifically referring to you when he said it.
You try to play it off by laughing. Avoiding his eyes as he scanned your body before you spoke.
“It’s fine. My mom and I survived you know, but I’m glad Ben has a father that feels so strongly about being in his life. Your wife is really lucky.” You have a small smile as you look at him, quickie averting your eyes as he wipes his hands with the cloth.
“I’m single.” He states dryly.
“Oh.” You started, “I’m sorry, Peter.” You trail off, biting your lip at how you put your foot in your mouth.
“Don’t worry about it.” He states before turning back to the faucet. Quick to change “It’s working. Just be gentle with the handles and let me know if you need anything else.” You tried to listen to what you assumed were instructions for later, but the way his butt looked in his sweatpants was extremely distracting by the way he leaned over.
“Y/N?” He asked, still leaned over but in a tone that made you swear he saw you. Quickly shaken out of your obscene thoughts of his cute butt, you respond.
“Yeah?”
He turns around and leans back on the counter as you step forward. “It’s past Ben’s bedtime so I have to go but thanks for asking me to help you with this.” He smiles like he’s proud of you and you smile back with butterflies in your stomach. How was it possible that his features reflected gorgeously in the yellow lighting of your apartment?
“Thank you again Peter, can I send you guys off with some of the brownies I made? I won’t finish these.” You offer a small smile while reaching over him to get tupperware from your cabinet. You almost trip over his feet completely when you attempted to maneuver yourself but he grabbed your waist just in time and grabbed the falling tupperware.
You sigh, embarrassed at yourself but also relieved that it didn’t go as bad as it could’ve if he was there. You didn’t fully register how sobered up you were at this point until you looked Peter in the eyes, while his hands were on your waist and his hips being oh so close to yours.
It’s as if your streak of luck (and your mouth) went dry when Ben was out in the doorway and rang for Peter’s attention.
“Daddy?” A small voice called out.
You quickly remove yourself from his grasp and turn around to see the small boy rubbing his eyes.
“Daddy I’m sleepy.” Ben said in the cutest voice ever. You felt a twinge of guilt that you were keeping his son from sleep to flirt with his father.
“Yeah yeah, let’s go.” Peter answered in the softest voice you’ve ever heard. He lets go of your waist to walk towards Ben and pick him up.
You mentally curse yourself for wanting the presence of his hand back because how selfish do you have to be? You’re hot on your feet to bring him the tupper of brownies and walk him to your door.
“Have a goodnight guys.” You pause as you hang by your door as Peter holds Ben close to his body, rocking him on his hip.
“Thank you again Peter.” You say quietly, shrinking in your confidence as he’s about to leave. You hand him the tupperware as Ben rubs his own eyes before wrapping his arms around Peter’s neck.
“No problem, I’ll see you around.” He states with a polite smile before turning to leave. When he turns around Ben looks up and softly waves you goodbye, trying to fight away to sleep and losing. You attempt to kill the feeling in your chest as your heart almost beats out of your chest from how adorable their dynamic is. Before he reaches his door, you softly sigh, turning back to your empty apartment.
Two thoughts occur as you shut the door.
One, you have officially acknowledged how turned on you got thinking about how good of a father Peter is.
Two, you have to do the dishes now.
-
You also weren’t sure when your situationship with an attractive father of a 5 year old started, but if you had to pinpoint it, it would have to be when the following happened;
You sigh loudly before throwing another piece of popcorn in your mouth as you sit down to watch one of your favorite comfort movies. You suddenly get a call from one of your friends as you notice your phone buzzing with her name on the screen for a facetime call. You pick it up unsuspectingly but she immediately starts rambling to you about the guy she met at the bar, the weekend prior when you didn’t go out.
You mentally sigh as you know this conversation will draw out but she is your friend after all, the movie and quiet time can wait.
“What was he like?” You say, admittedly on autopilot as she explains what’s going on on speakerphone.
“He’s a business major at NYU so you know the type, tall, kinda cute, brown hair. He said he was planning on working in the city this summer and asked for my number, but he hasn’t texted me to go on a date, he’s just been asking when I can come over.” Your friend’s voice falters at the end, probably at herself saying the details outloud. She scans your face through the screen as you visibly cringe. Being caught by your expressive face you laugh. She laughs along with you waiting for your commentary and you offer it by starting with the obvious.
“He sounds like every other college guy. Literally bro he’s just like every other bitch.” She laughs even more at this, acknowledging your lighthearted commentary to it since she was stressing herself out about it.
“But if you think he’s cute, why don’t you just hook up with him? A summer fling never hurt anybody.” You offer, knowing that’s most likely the push she needs.
“Dude you know why I am not doing it. Yeah I’ve done it before in the past but I want something serious. We’re about to graduate-”
“We’re juniors.” You sigh, before she can stress you out with a graduation date that’s two years away.
“And I don’t even know if this guy can make me cum because when we hooked up he only wanted me to give him head-”
“Oh that’s never a good sign,” You laugh, sucking your breath in before she can go further.
“I know, that’s why I’m wondering if it’s even worth it. I hate college guys, why can’t they just ask me out on a date, ask me if I want some head or actually make me cum when we have sex.” She cuts herself off by screaming in her pillow, face disappearing from the screen. You laugh at her dramatics but understand completely.
“Well you’re preaching to the choir,” You start but shaking your head realizing the obvious problem.
“But why are you even thinking about this possibility with him then? I know you want something serious but maybe some business major who can’t make you cum isn’t the one you should be chasing after.” You state, hopefully knocking some sense in the misguidedness of this conversation.
“I know you’re right but I just needed to hear it.” She laughs, fake pouting as you roll your eyes from the screen.
“It’s just no fun, I don’t know how you do it.” She reminds you.
“Yeah it’s definitely not fun but it’s a lot less stressful. Sure I want to hook up and have fun with guys but I know I’m way too closed off for that. You know I’m too closed off for that. And that would suck infinitely more if they never even made me come in the process.” You laugh, shrugging it off, making your friend laugh along with you.
In the back of your mind, you’ve accepted it and it wasn’t a necessarily bad place to be in. It was important to you not to dwell on what you or other people thought was supposed to be happening during your college years because well, it wasn’t. And that was okay. Of course it would be nice to date around or have flings, but there was already a wall there due to trust regardless of how serious you want to be. Most people around you didn’t understand that as-
Your overthinking got cut off by a knock on your door. You tell your friend someone is knocking with audible confusion because well, you didn’t invite anyone.
“Who is it?” You say in a sing-song voice, maybe expecting an answer from one of your other girl friends, knowing she was around the neighborhood tonight.
“It’s Peter.” You hear his gorgeous voice call back.
You look at your phone with heat rising in your cheeks as your friend’s jaw is practically on the floor.
“Oh look who it is, miss “I’m too closed off”, are you getting dick from the dilf next door?” She starts to ramble not realizing her voice is blasting through your speakerphone as you’re standing right by the door where Peter can most likely hear you both.
You cut her off by immediately responding with, “Igottago. Bye.” And hanging up the phone before she can object. You turn your phone on silent as you know her texts will blow up your phone and leave your phone by the lamp stand next to your couch.
You open the door hoping he didn’t hear but open the door to him hiding a smirk and failing. The pit of your stomach is on fire as his perfect hair looks disheveled and his beard has been growing in.
“Hi.” You say, attempting to hide your confusion, embarrassment and painfully obvious crush you’ve developed on him in the past few weeks.
“Hi,” He starts.
You pray that he’s going to pretend he didn’t hear any of that as he continues to speak.
“I need help.” You silently thank god.
“Something really important came up and I can’t leave Ben with my Aunt right now. Can you watch him while I’m gone? It shouldn’t take too long.” He states sincerely, but you couldn’t get your nods out quick enough as you begin to say yes.
“Yeah of course, is there anything you need from me or anything I should know while you’re out?” You say grabbing your phone and your keys before exiting in the hallway to face him. Most likely a bit too close to his towering body as he looks at you while you look up at him, quickly looking back down as you turn to lock your door.
He leads you to his apartment door and you realize this will be your first time inside of it, of course with your luck it was to watch his son.
“I left my number on the counter for absolute emergencies in case I’m out, and Aunt May’s only if I am not available. I just gave him dinner but if he’s hungry again, no sugar because he’ll stay up all night,” He says with a ruffle of Ben’s hair, “so just chips and water which are in the pantry and fridge. The bathroom is the last door on the left. Uh, he’s watching a movie right now so he should not be too much trouble but his bed time is 10 today. If I’m not back by then can you put him in his pajamas and tuck him in? You can read any of these,” He points to an ottoman which was opened to reveal a plethora of bedtime stories for children, your heart dropped at the sight. “He usually chooses them himself but if he’s indecisive then “Goodnight Moon”, “The Little Prince” and “Corduroy” usually knock him out.” He looks up to meet your eyes which would probably be swelling up with tears right now if you weren’t extremely focused on not crying in front of the man you’re growing with complete adoration for.
“Anything else?” You respond by meeting his eyes which were intently staring at you. Your eyes were wide as they looked up at him and you batted your eyelashes unintentionally, but it seemed to work in your favor as his eyes darkened at the sight before clearing his throat.
“No, that should be it. I’m really sorry for the short notice but I appreciate it a lot. I'll try my hardest to not be late, but with these things I never know.” He sighs, clearly stressed out and apologetic by handing you the responsibility of watching his son.
You realize then he didn’t clarify what he was referring to because he never clarified if it was a work emergency. You assume it wasn’t family as his aunt is at work and Ben is, well, here, but you know it’s better to not ask questions and let the man go before he can apologize any further.
“It’s really no problem Peter, especially after you’ve helped me so much since I’ve moved in. The least I can do is watch him. Go.” You smile softly as you encourage him to leave.
“Thank you.” He smiles with a glint of sadness in his eyes as he proceeds to exit the apartment.
You lock it behind him when the door closes and turn to meet Ben’s eyes. He offers a small smile and you realize he has the same crinkle by his eyes like his father. The sight makes your heart almost leap out of your chest.
“Hi,” you say in a small voice, barely realizing you don’t know how to interact with small children that aren’t related to you. “Whatcha watching?” You ask as you sit down next to him.
“Luca” He responds excitedly as he pats the seat next to him for you to join. “It’s my favorite.” He beams before turning to face forward. You realize that movie came out fairly recently and you haven’t gotten around to watching it, so the night makes itself significantly easier as you relax next to him and watch it with him.
You smile at how welcoming he is and wonder if he’s like this with everyone, because if so he really is just a carbon copy of his father. He reaches over to the coffee table in front of you and offers popcorn which you accept, adoring his politeness. You turn to watch the movie alongside him and start giggling at the scene, noticing Ben was laughing too.
The night easily progresses as you get comfortable, eventually bringing a blanket because it was getting too chilly. There was conversation (as much conversation a 5 and 20 year old can have), running around the house to dress him for bed before picking the next movie and eventually him falling asleep before that movie could finish. It was around 10 when he fell asleep curled up in the blanket (and your lap) and Peter came in a bit disheveled with a bruise on his cheek but you decided against showing outright concern.
The main reason being that you wanted to reach out towards him but Ben was sleeping calmly in your lap with the movie in the back, this time with the volume low. Peter turns to you, silently thanking god that you haven’t let on a reaction to his visible injuries. He has an apologetic look on his face, you assume it’s for him taking longer than he expected but you cut off any apologies he has to explain yourself.
“Sorry I haven’t tucked him in yet, we were pretty caught up in this movie but he just fell asleep. I changed him before though so you can just put him in bed if you’d like.” You whisper explain as Peter kneels down next to you before picking up Ben in his arms
He whispers a soft thank you before cooing to the sleeping boy in your lap. “Daddy’s got you” He said as Ben stirs in his arms. He picks up Ben with ease before leading him to his room.
You quickly clean up the popcorn and the small mess left among the apartment as you overhear Ben’s giggles coinciding with Peter’s, definitely having stirred awake as Peter was tucking him in. As you were picking up his remaining toys in the hallway you couldn’t help but eavesdrop as he was reading Ben one of the bed time stories.
You had to stop yourself from blinking as the tears on your eyes would’ve fallen, and never stop falling once they started. As it reached the end you fanned your eyes away and put the toys you have picked up in the basket in the living room, before getting ready to say your goodbye to Peter.
Of course, he’s too quick for you and catches up to you while you’re attempting to organize everything the way you assume it usually is. You’re couched over the ottoman as you hitch your breath feeling Peter’s presence next to you when he crouched down with you, as he returns the book in the other ottoman.
You can’t place how you feel right now as the silence lingers in the air. It is not an uncomfortable silence but you can’t help but feel selfish as you do not know how to start the conversation, still in awe of how lucky Ben is to have a father like Peter. Before thinking, you state that.
“He’a really lucky.” You say. Very vaguely, you realize, as Peter furrows his eyebrow before meeting your eyes, sitting down on the floor with his arms perched on his knees as his full attention turns to you.
“What do you mean?” He asks, genuinely.
“Ben. He’s so lucky to have a daddy like you,” You tease as you crouch over to reach him before playfully pushing him on the shoulder. You giggle as you say it, hoping to mask the weight of your compliment. Peter chuckles as you say it, looking down. He looks back up at you with those adorable crinkles by his eyes again with a pause, no doubt biting back a remark.
“No, no,” He shakes his head, you tilt your head a bit confused at what he’s about to say before he continues.
“I’m lucky to have him. He’s really important to me, you know? It’s really important for me to be good to him, especially since I didn’t have my dad either. At least not necessarily.” He sighs before looking down again.
You let it slip out, not meaning to because you know it’s a heavy topic but you couldn’t help yourself.
“What do you mean?“ As you say it, you push yourself next to him to sit closer to him. Unsure of the appropriate distance you try to keep a comfortable distance but he closes it as he lets his knees close the distance by laying them in your direction.
“I,” He breathes out. There’s a stillness in the air before he continues, not sure if he wants to continue, or that you want him to continue because he looks on the brink of tears.
“You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay.” You say softly, not even sure if he heard you until he responds immediately after.
“No it’s okay. I had my Uncle Ben growing up, my parents died when I was really young so it’s always been me and my uncle and aunt. He was definitely my dad though. He taught me to be,” He pauses before producing a dry chuckle, “responsible. So I just want to raise Ben like how he raised me.” You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding at his confession. His extremely fucking heavy and vulnerable confession.
Peter looks up at you again and gives a small smile.
“Sorry for that, I haven’t said that much that quickly since I started therapy.” He quips. You hate how you giggle at that but he laughs at his own joke as well. You also hate how fast you notice how he jokes when he’s uncomfortable.
You want to fire back but decide against it, still seeing the sadness in his eyes remain while you keep drifting to the bruise and minor cuts on his face, wanting to know more but deciding he’s probably tapped out on the vulnerability meter for tonight. Still, it doesn’t stop you from saying what you say next.
“I’m sure you’re a great father. I’m sure your uncle Ben is really proud of you.” You give a genuine smile to hopefully ease his mind.
“He died when I was a teenager.” He sighs out, most likely reacting to your use of “is” but you bite back your lip before responding. You put your hand on his shoulder and he looks back up at you.
“Pete, I still meant what I said. He is proud of you.” You sigh out, realizing a tear is falling out of Peter’s eye. You take the hand that wasn’t on his shoulder and wipe it away. Cupping his face and taking in his features, admiring his beauty.
“It’s okay,” You coo before he takes you in a hug. You don’t know what to do but instinctively hug him back. You feel his much larger embrace and feel safe, like you could melt into his body just like this and you hold him tighter.
He pulls back slowly and apologizes.
“I’m sorry,” He sighs. “It’s been a rough night.” He breathers out, attempting to chuckle but it never comes.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” You say in a voice barely above a whisper, taking his hand in yours as you place it in the, now small, space between you two. He looks down at this action and back up to you as he flickers his eyes up and down from your eyes and lips.
He leans in to kiss you, and once you are past your initial shock, you kiss him back. As the kiss deepens with your tongues exploring eachothers mouths, fear sets in and you stop him by pulling away.
“Are you okay?” He quickly asks. Concern was all over his face, which made you realize his are you okay really meant did i do something wrong.
“Yeah, I just, I have to go.” You say tightening your hold on his hands, intertwining them. “I have work tomorrow.” You cringe at your half assed excuse and yourself for missing out on something like this.
“Oh okay, I’ll walk you out.” He quickly gestures to the door. When he gets up he tries to free his hand from yours but you don’t let him, in an attempt to make him understand that it really was you and not him. He accepts this and lifts you up with him with ease.
When you face him at the door to say goodbye, you scan his face and linger onto his touch. You can tell he’s about to speak but you cut him off.
“You really don’t have to explain yourself to me.” You say, before he can respond you let go of his hand to cup his face and kiss him on the cheek. When he turns to meet your eyes you peck him once again on the lips. “Goodnight.” You smile once again before practically skipping to your apartment, to avoid all the awkward explanation of what that kiss meant and his intentions.
You didn’t care and you didn’t want to make it weird or complicated. You kissed Peter Parker and you were practically dancing on cloud 9 when you did.
-
It’s been a few weeks since that happened and you’re a month closer to the start of your semester. You just picked up your mail and went to the floor of your apartment complex flipping through the pages of your textbook for your intense Biology course to fulfill a requirement in your stem major. You were silently cursing yourself for taking this course as you’re already having trouble understanding Chapter 1, but all you could tell yourself is that you were glad you started looking now.
You bumped into a familiar figure and dropped your book then looked up to see Peter, apologetic at the fact that he bumped into you. You weren’t sure how to react because you haven’t had many interactions with him since you two kissed but you played it off.
“Hi, I’m so sorry about that I was distracted,” You sigh, leaning over to pick up your book but before you can even think Peter has picked it up and started looking through it, teasing you as he flips through the pages and starts walking away from you.
“Hmm this looks familiar,” He says, sounding half curious and half joking. You’re not sure how seriously to take him before you proceed.
You scoff and catch up to him, latching your arm onto his large bicep as he holds the book. “You took Advanced Topics in Human Genetics?” You ask, with a hint of hope, not expecting his answer.
“Yeah, at ESU actually, with Professor…” He trails off before you say the same time, “Octavius.” Your voices chime together before giggling.
“You’re into this? I mean, Science and stuff?” You ask, a bit in disbelief just because he doesn’t give off the vibe you’d expect your male peers would have in 20 years or so.
“Oh yeah,” He smirks, “I was a Physics major but my dad was really into genetic research before he passed so I did a lot of “research”,” He air quoted but you didn’t understand why, “with that at Oscorp.” His smirk turns into a genuine smile, seeming as if you've struck gold with this topic specifically.
“Oh so you mean to tell me you’re handsome and you’re a genius? Not fair Parker.” You take your textbook and playfully gesture as if you’re hitting him in the arm with it. He throws his head back in laughter, most likely from the flattery you’re showering him in.
“I’m taking this course for less impressive reasons so I’m kinda intimidated by the course material to say the least.” You admit, a bit embarrassed that the gorgeous man you’ve been crushing on for over a month is also insanely smart.
Peter hears the weariness in your voice and begins to comfort you in the way that you’ve grown comfortable to, but are always happy to receive.
“Hey, don’t worry, it's just a class. I can help you with the basics right now if you’d like? And during the school year you can join us on weekdays for when I help Ben in 1st grade math.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders looking down at you smirking as he scans for your inevitable laugh.
“I’m serious though, Ben is currently with my Aunt right now, so I have time.” He says genuinely, before holding you tighter. You felt small in his arms but safe once again. You missed seeing Peter for any and all reasons you even considered breaking your sink again.
Before you could get distracted by your thoughts drifting off, you agreed, nodding to his suggestion.
“Yeah, uh do you want to,” You attempt to gesture to your apartment door but find your fingers interlocking with Peter’s over your shoulder. “Go to mine?” You ask a bit unsure now.
“Nah, we can go to mine. I probably have some things that can help you with these concepts.” He smiles, rubbing his fingers into your hand he held.
You smile back to him, feeling a bit silly at how lovesick you probably looked at him at the moment but didn’t care. Peter was gorgeous and it was getting harder and harder to not let the effect he had on you show all over your face.
“Okay.” You agree, biting your bottom lip as you smiled.
You enter his apartment once again, and as Peter gets his materials, most likely past notebooks from when he took this course, you look at the family pictures on the shelves you missed the first time you were here.
You see mainly pictures of Ben growing up and at least two pictures with the same blonde woman. She was beautiful, and you could finally see where Ben got his smile from, the eyes and hair were definitely Peter though.
One picture was from the day Ben was born, her bangs a bit disheveled, presumably from the labor, but having the brightest smile from holding a newborn Ben in her arms.
Another picture was a candid of just her, probably from when they were teenagers because she’s reading in what looks like a high school courtyard. It was then you realized you don’t actually know what happened between Peter and the mother of his child, but due to the picture choices and the absence of explanation or mention of her, you assume it’s a sore subject and that she’s permanently absent from both their lives.
Your thoughts are cut off as Peter’s footsteps are audible in the hallway and you pretend to have been waiting for him, not looking at his personal family photos in the process.
“You ready?” He says with a smile, wearing his glasses as he flipped through the pages of an old composition notebook.
“Ready teach? Or Professor Parker?” You attempt to joke before he rolls his eyes leading you to the kitchen table.
As the time passes you get the basic concepts down from the past topics being from previous biology classes you’ve taken and he introduces larger topics that will most likely be covered during the semester. Peter has a skill (as if he needed anymore) of making these difficult convoluted topics sound simple and you really appreciated it, especially with the amount of patience he had with you asking questions. He was so different from the people you’ve worked with, whether it was from lab reports, problem sets or office hours.
Of course, your focus is disrupted as your phone calls from your close friend. You take the initiative to reject it and silence your phone from any future distractions but also take the time to text your friend that you’re busy so it’s not completely rude.
“I’m sorry,” you add, before taking the pen back in your hand to follow his explanation.
“No worries,” He says, then he pauses before continuing and looks over his glasses to his page and asks, “boyfriend?”
There’s an unreadable expression on his face, but you’re flustered so you quickly gaze away from it before he can make eye contact.
“Never that.” You scoff, hopefully sounding as light hearted as you intended to, but seriously meaning no because, well no.
He raised his eyebrow but not looking away from the page he was studying. “Why is that?” He says. You hate how much of a sexy teacher he looks like right now, especially with this beard he’s been growing in since you met him.
Your cheeks heat up and your confidence from earlier, even a few weeks ago, faded completely before answering.
“I don’t have a,” You pause at your stuttering then sigh, “I’m not in a relationship right now.” You sigh, a bit sad at the assumption.
“Hey,” He takes your hand that was on your notebook into his hand before turning himself and you to look at him.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Peter says before brushing a bit of your hair behind your ears. You were looking down at your lap before looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“I don’t know Peter,” you let out a small laugh, “I’m in college and I haven't done half the things my friends have. I'm starting to feel like a leper.” You offer a small smile in the humor of your statement.
He huffs at your statement before responding. “College guys are a waste of time, I wouldn’t worry too much about them.” He says, validating your train of thought for the past two years. However, you’re intrigued by what he has to say, so you egg this conversation on, taking a break from the genetics study sesh.
“Easy for you to say,” You take your hand out of his gasp before taking it again to lock fingers, “you’re out it now, like you already experienced the thick of it.” You claim.
He laughs before responding to your insinuation, “Y/N, are you calling me old?”
You throw your head back in a guffaw, hoping you weren’t annoying him or that he was genuinely insulted.
“No. well maybe,” You tease, watching as his eyebrows almost reach his hairline in shock. “But for you it was different. You were one of those college guys.” You shake your head, as if to say he wouldn’t understand just how unseen you felt on campus.
Just as you were going to change topics before it got too serious, he took your chin in between the fingers of his hand that he wasn't using to hold yours. He holds your gaze before responding. “That’s why you should listen to me.” He says authoritatively. Up until now you’ve done a good job at hiding the immediate effect Peter had on your body but you clenched your thighs together at that statement, not sure how it was going to make you feel to look back on this moment.
His eyes flickered over your body and brought the hand that wasn’t on your face to the middle of your thighs.
You were holding your breath not knowing what he’d do next but you felt the pad of his thumb brush up against your lips before he brought his face closer to yours and kissed you. This was a bit more passionate and hungrier than the first kiss you shared, maybe because of the context last time.
You held his face as he led the kiss, barely coming up for air. He scanned your body with his hands, ghosting your hips and waist, attempting to bring you closer. You weren’t sure how long this make out had lasted, only that you didn’t want it to end. You started to wrap your arms around his shoulder in desperation and he held the back of your thighs. You let out a small whimper from this action and he kissed you harder, definitely receptive and turned on from your reaction.
He picks you up as if you weigh nothing to readjust your hips into his lap as you were on top of him, legs on either side of his. You couldn’t help but grind on top of him as you readjusted and he let out a moan, bucking his hips back. You continued to kiss him until his lips traveled down your face to your neck, hands cupping your ass through your shorts. You hissed slightly as his teeth started to nibble on your neck until he faltered all his movements before completely coming to a stop.
And it’s as though the universe were against you because in that moment Peter’s phone rings with Aunt May’s contact on the screen. You're the first to break away his hold, partly because you needed to breathe. He sighs to look at his phone, seeing the time and you two remove each other from the positions you previously held each other in. Standing up to quickly collect yourselves before he texts back his aunt that he’s on his way to pick him up. You meet his eyes again anxiously and he smiles softly, going in to peck your lips again.
“I’ll see you later?” He says hopefully while stroking your cheek with his thumb. There’s a softness in his eyes as they don’t move from yours.
“Yeah.” You nod in his hand, wrapping his hand on your cheek with yours before kissing the palm of his hand with your eyes never leaving his face.
Peter’s eyes went black watching you perform such an innocent gesture but he was quickly brought out of his thoughts once again as the phone chimed again.
-
You hated New York.
No, this isn’t true, but it’s what you were telling yourself today because you hated New York heat and your ac was not working today, of course of all days it would be when the first heat wave of the summer strikes.
You were sweating buckets and hated the way the very minimal amount of clothes you were wearing were sticking onto your body. You kept increasing your ac in hopes that there was just a deficit in the temperature but it was to no avail, your ac was broken. Especially compared to your hallway, you even considered sitting out there to beat the heat. However, you knew you had to at least sleep comfortably tonight so you had to get it fixed. It was a saturday so there was no way maintenance would get to you in time but you had a lightbulb moment.
Peter, Peter Parker. Basically a part time handyman for you at this point.
You stepped out into the properly ventilated hallway, dressed in spandex shorts and a tank top, feeling very self conscious about your choice when you stepped to Peter’s door getting ready to knock. As always he was a few steps ahead of you and opened it almost immediately after you knocked.
God, you hated how he did that.
“Hey,” He said smirking, scanning your body before meeting your eyes, most likely curious at why you’re sweating so much, but also definitely checking you out in the tightest clothes you could wear in public. “Working out?” He inquires.
“Ha,” You say dryly, “My AC broke.” You say, embarrassed at what you have to ask, hoping he doesn’t make you say it.
“Ouch Y/N, you only come to me when you need something, I’m starting to feel a little used.” He says jokingly, clutching his heart laughing, leaving the entrance to go get his tools you assume.
“I’m sorry, I swear. I don’t do it on purpose.” You fake pout, giving his towering figure a sad look through your eyelashes. He chuckles as you two exit his apartment with his kit in hand.
“I’m starting to think you do.” He states as you open the door for him. You smile at his remark knowing that you’ve just gotten lucky with how often you’ve needed his help and he’s just right there.
“God, it's like a sauna in here,” He states, “You live like this?” He raises his eyebrow at you while you roll your eyes.
“I’m too hot for the jokes today, Pete.” You state, knowing you set yourself up for whatever remark he’s probably cooking right now.
“Oh yes you are.” He smirks, resting his hand in the small of your back before kissing your cheek. That’s not the route you expected him to take but you felt a gasp leave your mouth once he did, a little in awe of his gentle and affectionate nature. “I’ll go see what’s wrong.” He winks before moving to the opposite end of the room where your thermostat is.
You’re pensive as he looks at it, hoping you don’t have to call anyone just because number one, it’d be very expensive and number two, you wouldn’t have an excuse to see him. Thankfully, that wasn’t an issue. You were brought out of your thoughts when he spoke up.
“I can fix it, it’s just that the filter is blocked so I should get that ready for you in like 20 minutes, then the fan should work again soon. In the meantime you can wait in my apartment if you’d like. Ben’s with my aunt tonight.” He said, or something. Frankly, you were too distracted with how his lips were moving until it clicked that your resident dilf has the apartment to himself and that he’s inviting you over.
“Yeah, we can do that,” You stutter out, ignoring the smile forming on his face as you chew your bottom lip. “I’m gonna go shower then, and then we can go?” You state, relieved that your apartment will return to a normal temperature by tonight.
“Yeah, sounds good.” He softly remarks, turning back to the main vent.
You showered, enjoying the cool water on your body and the refreshment it gave you despite the last 6 hours of unbearable heat in your home.
You feel a bit of a difference once you step out and decide to change into jogging shorts and a different tank top, because regardless of the difference, it was still extremely hot. You felt your mood change from the previous desperation to get out of the heat, most likely from the coolness of the shower but also because of Peter’s presence.
You enjoyed his company because of how safe he made you, especially with everything he’s helped you with in the past two months of you living here. You weren’t used to having this constant in your life in the way he was and you adored him for it at this point. From the outside it may have looked like nothing, maybe even to him but you had grown to appreciate him beyond whatever you guys have been doing the last two encounters though that certainly added to it.
You excitedly walked over to him hoping to scare him but he turned around before you could get any closer. You rolled your eyes in disappointment, “How do you do that? Is it like a sixth sense?” You exclaim in light hearted frustration.
He shrugs laughing at your reaction, “Yeah.” He states, before turning back to place the filter back inside.
“I was gonna go to the bodega and get ice cream, do you want any?” You state, not sure how to grab his attention.
He turns back around while packing everything up. “Yeah, a popsicle.” He states, smiling to the point where you see the crinkles by his eyes.
“Okay.” You grin as he rises again.
“Okay.” He grins back before pecking you on the lips. “I’m gonna go clean up, just walk in when you come back alright?” He says, cupping your face in his large hands once again.
You nod, although you felt it was too eager, but it didn’t matter because it made Peter smile all the same.
-
You and Peter were in his apartment kitchen eating your frozen treats in comfortable silence before you spoke up.
“Pete,” You say to get his attention, he looks up at you from the counter you’re sitting on as he tosses his stick in the trash can beside you, before standing in between your parted thighs. You suddenly feel unsure of yourself until he cups your thighs underneath his hands.
“I want to say thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me lately.” You state as firmly as you could, ignoring the heat from in between your legs. He chuckles before rubbing his thumb on your thigh in response.
“I’m serious,” you draw out, swiping another lick from your cone, not breaking eye contact with him. “You’ve been nothing but nice to me since I moved in and I really appreciate it. You’re like my hero at this point.” You say before looking down, unsure of how vulnerable you’re being at this point. He brings your head back up to look at him. Eyebrows a bit furrowed at the sudden defeat you had moments prior.
“Hey, it’s okay. Of course I got you.” He affirms, but continues to chuckle right after.
“What’s so funny?” You state, knitting your eyebrows together and holding onto his bicep to catch his attention. He meets your eyes before responding, still in a boyish smile before responding.
“It’s nothing, it's just,” He pauses. “I feel like I’m responsible for you at this point.” He states, quirking his lips up in a smirk.
You playfully slap his arm as you throw your head back in laughter. “Don’t say that,” You exclaim, “What are you, my father?” You state, grossing yourself out by that statement, hoping he’d see how ridiculous he sounds.
His face calms down while you look at him incredulously.
“Is it such a bad thing that I want to make sure you’re taken care of?” He states, watching you take another lick of the ice cream, his eyes getting darker by the action.
You suddenly recognize the closeness of you two, the privacy you have with him as of now and the desire in his eyes.
You lick one more swipe of your cone, not breaking the eye contact you held with him and throw the rest of it in the sink beside you. He quickly brings your hips closer to him by cupping your ass still on the counter and kisses you hungrily. You could taste coconut from his popsicle on his tongue as your tongues searched for each other. You attempt to leverage yourself on his biceps while you bring him closer to your crotch, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his erection through layers of clothing, his jeans and your shorts and grinded up against it instinctively.
He moans in your mouth before breaking the kiss to tease you. “You little minx.” He says, before cupping your breast through your shirt and bra, teeth revisiting the soft spot of your neck he discovered the other day. He reciprocates your earlier action by grinding his erection against your cunt further. You couldn’t believe his dexterity as you were being stimulated in more ways than one.
You breathed out a moan, ragged as he dominated your body with his height and strength. He tightens your legs around your waist before returning his hands to your ass, lifting you up from the counter and walking to his bedroom.
You yelp, shocked at his strength but he cuts you off with his lips, kissing you all the way to the room as he lays you on the bed. You’re self conscious about the noise you made and start whimpering as he cupped your core through your shorts, but he interrupts your train of thought.
“Don’t be afraid to make noise baby,” He states gently, before leaning over you to kiss you while he’s kneeled in between your thighs, as you ignore the heat in your cheeks.
You gasp as you feel his fingers travel further down to the waistband of your shorts, as he pulls both off of you completely, you feel exposed as he looks down at you. You instinctively close your legs but he stops you by bringing his hand down to cup you again, feeling the wetness gathering in through your underwear. He scans your face again, probably sensing how embarrassed you were.
“Don’t be shy, beautiful.” He states while moving your underwear to the side, you feel the coolness of the air hit your core, sending a shiver up your body. You feel his thumb on your clit and hiss, “You’re already so wet.” He acknowledges, running his other fingers in between your folds, stretching them out to prepare for his fingers.
Feeling confident from all his praises you bite your lips before responding. “It’s all for you,” you pause wondering what his reaction would be by your next statement, “daddy.” You smirk as you propped yourself on your elbows to watch him.
He felt his pants tighten up uncomfortably as you said that, his cock twitching in his boxers. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his belt to free himself from the constraints of his jeans as he preps you up for him.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to fuck you since I heard you say that for the first time.” He growls, holding your thighs open in a W shape, and quickly returning to your cunt. He found the rhythm you preferred on your clit as your breaths became more ragged and he lightly teased you.
“Those college boys wouldn’t be able to make you this wet huh?” He smirked, you knew he was enjoying this. You nodded along, because, man, was he right. “Mhm.” You moaned, nodding in desperation to feel him inside of you.
You felt him slip in one finger and you both hissed, you arching your back off the bed in surprise. He groaned as he pumped his finger in and out of you, curling inside of you as your breaths became even more unsteady. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He adds, causing you to clench around his fingers. He groaned at this, causing him to add another finger which truly brought you over the edge. He began to scissor his fingers within you to stretch you out, causing you to whimper on him, begging him for God knows what because you certainly didn’t want this to end.
“You’re causing a mess on my fingers baby girl, haven’t even fucked you yet.” He reminds you before latching his lips and tongue on your clit, causing you to cry out. “I just want you so bad Pete.” This only encourages him as he laps you up before continuing to stretch you out, this time adding a third finger. He brings his body over yours once again, pressing his forward to yours.
“All for me,” He states continuing to fuck you with his fingers, thrusting at a pace that made you feel like you were gonna burst at any moment. He probably knew this by the way that your hips started to buck onto his fingers.
“Pete, I’m gonna cum,” You tell him, hoping he’d let you out of your misery.
“You wanna cum for me baby? Say it,” He grunted, sounding guttural, “Say it for daddy.”
“I wanna cum daddy” You pant out, throwing your head back in pleasure, swearing you could see stars by the way his fingers stretched you out.
“Cum on my fingers, say my name baby,” He says as you’re losing focus, all of which is directed to the familiar tightening in your stomach before you release. He latches his lips to yours and you taste yourself on him, causing you to moan in his mouth from the intimacy.
“Daddy,” You gasp out, as you come on his fingers with your legs shaking from all of the tension being released at this moment. You hissed at the feeling of his mouth on your core again, lapping up your cum but opening your legs wider at the sensation, gripping his messy brown locks as he looked up at you while he penetrated your cunt with his tongue. Peter came back up to kiss you once again, breaking away to speak.
“You taste so good.” He states. You blushed, kissing him back as your hands searched for the waistband of his boxers, wanting to return the favor. You used your hand to palm his erection through boxers and he mewled in your ear before nibbling on it. You wrap your hands fully around his cock, shocked at how big he was, feeling intimidated due to how hard you just came from only his fingers.
Due to the position you were in, your ass was exposed to him, causing him to take advantage of it and spanking you, which led you to gasp.
“What was that for?” You ask him, fingers ghosting the skin beneath his boxers.
“There’s no way I’m lasting if I see those pretty lips wrapped around me.” He states before leaning in on you to kiss you again, groaning in your mouth by the way you snaked your hand around his length slowly jacking him off in his boxers.
He pulled your hand away to remove his shirt and you admired his naked body in awe. There were a few scars that you were curious about, but he was perfect nonetheless. His body was defined like a Greek God and you were ready to worship him by the time he removed his boxers. His dick slapped against his stomach which brought you out of your day dream to remind you what was happening.
He removed your remaining clothes gently and eventually you lied naked in front of him. Shyness crept in the back of your mind again as you realized you were fully exposed, but that didn’t stop the complete admiration of your body in his eyes.
Kneeling in between your legs he dipped into the crevice of your head and shoulder to leave another love bite. He snuck his hand beneath the small of your back in between the bed to pick you up.
His hands remained on your hips as he switched the positions to lay back down in your previous spot and invited you to wrap your legs around his waist, knees on either side of him hovering above his penis.
As he lined up his penis to you, he pulled you in, hands wrapped around the back of your neck to kiss you roughly, even biting your bottom lip as you pulled apart. You sunk down on him causing him to throw his head back and yours falling forward in concentration because, fuck. He was huge.
He brought his head forward as he felt the wetness of your narrow walls clenching around him. “You’re so tight.” He breathed out, reaching out to hold your hips, steadying their movements as your legs trembled around him from your previous high and this unfamiliar position. You moaned as you clenched from just sitting on him, feeling like you were gonna burst just from his length.
He took advantage of his gasp on your hips and raised you back up, almost slipping completely out of you. You moaned from the sudden absence and opened your eyes to find him smirking at you.
“Been dreaming to see those pretty tits bouncing in my face while you’re on my cock.” Peter stated. He slammed your hips back down on him before you could even react, causing you to moan obscenely (definitely getting a noise complaint for that later).
Peter couldn’t mask his pleasure even if he wanted to know, he was getting drunk off the sight of you losing yourself on top of him. He’s breathing out various praises such as: ‘You feel so good’ , ‘Fucking me so good baby girl’. Both of which were true, but your personal favorite was when he slipped out an ‘All for me. All mine’ while you locked eyes with him.
He brings his hands up to kneed at your breasts before taking them in his mouth to suck, and nibble at your nipples. This only encouraged you, causing you to bounce on him as you moaned out his name repeatedly, along with desperation coaxing your voice, begging him for something, anything.
‘Please Pete’ translated to: Please don’t stop
‘Oh daddy’ was code for: keep going
And the incoherent babblings of ‘Don’t’ meant: don’t slow down.
He removed his mouth from your breasts with a pop to bring his hand to your ass again, causing you to cry out. “Taking me so well huh, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep going like that.” He practically growls as he takes back control by returning his hands to your hips to slow down, causing you to grind him, allowing him to sneak one of his hands to your clit, massaging it to slow you down in your hips rocking back and forth on top of him.
Peter changes the pace by planting his feet on the bed, bringing his knees up and hitting your G spot by the new adjustment and only ruining you as he thrusted up into you repeatedly. You let this happen, taking your breast in your hand and moaning out his name, feeling lewd in your actions but you needed him to know how good you felt. You were mewling at the sensation of his cock rutting so deep into you. You arched your back when he removed his thumb from your clit and used both hands to hold onto your ass cheeks as leverage.
“Don’t,” You breath out, with your hips finding their rhythm again to meet his, causing friction that made you feel like you were gonna pass out. He chuckled in between his grunts.
“Don’t what, baby?” He teased you, that fucker. He dragged out his thrusts much slower hitting your center at a pace that was almost unbearable, until he slowed to a complete stop.
“Use your words.” He said, slapping your ass once more with a shit-eating grin. You reached over, placing your hands on his defined chest and shimmied your hips higher on his cock, getting him to gasp at the sudden shift of the power dynamic.
“Don’t stop, daddy.” He looked at you slack-jawed as you slammed your hips back down on his lap, rocking up and down on his dick, with the weight of your body on his chest as you used your knees to elevate yourself. Peter was panting, desperate to control some of your movements as you brought him closer to his climax. He held onto your waist and re-planted his feet on the bed to thrust up into you once again.
You cried out unintelligibly, not sure how much longer you could hold it. Feeling that rope of tension inside your stomach forming. “I’m close,” you stuttered out. “I’m gonna cum daddy.” You were panting, trying so hard not to give out.
“Hold it for me baby.” Peter stated, he used his hands on your waist to put your grinding to a complete stop as he continued to thrust into you. You folded over into him calling out for him to fuck you. He held your body close to his and used this new position of both of you laying down to fuck into you even slower, both of your moans coaxing each other.
The lack of space between you and Peter was hot, you could feel your sweat mixing in and the juices from your wetness and previous orgasm dripping in between your legs and onto his body but you didn’t care. All that could be heard was the slapping sounds of skin and your pornographic moans being said against each other’s skin as he cupped your face.
Tears began to slip out of your face from the pain of holding your orgasm as he repeatedly hit your G-spot and he noticed, staring at you in wonder from how hard you were clenching around him.
“Cum. Cum for me baby.” He moaned in response. Your orgasm washed over you as the tightness in your stomach finally relaxed. Your legs were shaking even more than from your first orgasm and you couldn’t stop sobbing, tears escaping you from how good it felt. Nothing you were saying was making sense, a mix of ‘Oh fuck’ , ‘Oh my god’ and ‘Daddy’s were all that could be heard besides the sounds of the bed creaking.
“Where do you want it?” Peter said in between kisses, gentle on your skin but rough on your mouth.
“Inside me.” You moaned in his mouth, unable to even kiss back, still in your state of ecstasy.
He whimpered loudly at your response and you felt his dick twitch in response, finally releasing inside of you. He continued to thrust through his climax, painting your insides white as it trickled down your thighs.
You were overstimulated now from the feeling of his orgasm overlapping with yours.
He removed you off of him and laid you beside him as you caught your breath and became increasingly aware of what just happened. You were dizzy and looked at your clothes sprawled across the floor, not sure how you were gonna go back to being just neighbors with him, if that’s what he wanted, but you had no other reason to believe otherwise.
Peter left the room and came back with a warm towel, wordlessly wiping you down and cooed for you to face him again. “Hey baby,” Baby? “You’re okay, you’re okay right?” He stated, pressing kisses to your forehead as he gently wiped the cum running down your thighs.
You blush, unsure how to react wordlessly nodding. “Yeah.” You say, searching for a free hand to hold onto.
He smiled, those crinkles returning back to the side of his eyes as he giggled to say, “Precious” under his breath. He pressed a firm kiss to your lips causing you to be taken aback from how soft and attentive he was being.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that right?” He stated, tightening the grip your hand was holding him in. You swore if he said anything else your cheeks would catch on fire from how hard you were blushing right now. You only respond by kissing him back on the lips, lifting your leg around his waist again until he pulls away from you with a smirk on his lips.
“What?” You say, a bit fearfully at what he might say.
“Nothing,” Peter giggled at your concern, putting the wet rag on the bedside table before looking at you to respond.
“I’m just wondering how you’d look on all fours.” He said staring back into your eyes lustfully.
Your stomach flipped but at this point, you knew better than to let him get away with the effect he had on you.
“Why don’t you come find out,” You started before leaning over to his ear, tightening the way your legs wrapped around his waist, “daddy.”
You felt yourself being pushed into the bed on your back in mere seconds and saw his eyes darkened looking down at you with his eyes scanning your body again, realizing that you were in for a long night.