"And FYI, you're never gonna lose me"

Don't speak too soon, Parker.

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I already used this gif but it looks so much like Peter 💀

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'and suddenly we were strangers again'
— Unknown

Almost a week had passed and you and Peter had been out of contact ever since your little breakdown, apart mentally and physically. He'd texted you, you knew that, but for the majority, you had been leaving him on read as you didn't feel like replying. You were being selfish, you knew that, but then again you knew you would reply at some point.

Plus, it's not like you had been avoiding him. You had seen him around school, but opted to take a different route every time he would come your way, and leave classes early so you wouldn't bump into him at your locker and-... Maybe you were avoiding him. But, you were unsure why.

"Hey," you heard your brother's voice approach you from the side as you rummaged through your locker. Wherever Ned was, Peter usually followed, and your stomach dropped at the thought that he might be close by. You didn't know whether it was the thought that things were getting sticky now, and you were afraid something might slip if one of you got too caught up. Mainly more on Peter's side, as you were good at keeping secrets. You'd kept one of Peter's for over six months.

You turned to face him, quickly shooting him a smile before your eyes fell back to your hands sliding in and out between books and other objects you had stuffed in the small space, "hey"

"You okay? You've been acting weird ever since last week" he asked with a subtle tone, eyes keeping themselves locked on your body language trying to catch something out and question you about it. "Not to be that guy but, you've been avoiding me like the plague"

You shrugged, "I dunno, guess I'm just having a shit week" you sighed, finally shutting your locker with false hope of finding your spare set of pens. You'd lost three over the course of two hours, which would usually be impossible with you being so organised.

Ned sent you a worried look before lightly shrugging it off, which only bugged you more. Yes, he cared about you but sometimes it felt like you were suffocating. He was on your case twenty-four seven and if it wasn't for Peter you probably wouldn't have any kind of release when you needed it. Speaking of which-

"Hey" another familiar voice joined your side, eyes turning to see Peter walking towards you in the hallway. Although you debated it, you knew shouldn't just turn and run away from Peter. Not in the open where it would be obvious you were avoiding him, which you were still unsure as to why you were doing it. You shot him a smile while Ned and Peter did their handshake thing, your mind still stuck on trying to actually grasp it.

"I uh, actually came to talk to Y/N for a sec" Peter smiled awkwardly, biting the inside of his cheek as he looked between you and Ned. Your brother groaned, "Seriously I feel like the third wheel sometimes". Your heart was pounding, worried he would be mad at you for avoiding him. You didn't want to fall out with Peter, you couldn't even remember, apart from last week, a time when you had actually had a proper fall out: not talking for days on end, ignoring each other, giving each other the cold shoulder etc.

"Oh go flirt with Betty or something" you rolled your eyes at his self given sympathy before folding your arms and waiting for him to walk away. Soon enough, only the back of his head could be seen in the slowly dissipating flood of students as they headed either out of school or towards the cafeteria. You turned to Peter, who for some reason was closer than you expected, but not enough so much he was invading your cherished personal space.

"So?"

"Uh, this is kind of a weird question but I w-was wondering what you're doing tonight?" he stumbled on his words a couple of times, making your heart sing. You loved his little stutters, but they were usually only shown when he was around Chloe.

"Not much, why?"

"I-I kinda wanna try something... Y'know... With you" he bit his bottom lip shyly, hands kneading together at his stomach. You could feel your cheeks heating lightly, looking around to check no one was listening.

"Okay, but it depends," you cocked your brow, sending him a cheeky smile, "what exactly is it that you want to try?"

"I can't say it here, but I'll show you tonight? My place, seven o'clock?"

"I'll be there at six" you nudged his shoulder slightly, making him smile.

"O-okay" he gave a happy sigh before backing up slightly, "catch ya later"

"You too" you smiled, watching the little skip in his step develop as he wandered back down the hallway. You were somewhat now realising why you had been avoiding Peter all week, and it was a bad sign, a red flag, a warning, everything that could go wrong imaginable sparking up in your chest all at once. You just hoped you could hold it off for as long as possible.

You were somewhat relieved that you had met ends with Peter again after not seeing him for a week, despite the fact it wasn't even that long of a time. Still, there was the unfamiliar feeling inside that was slowly delving into your gut, eating away at you even as you walked down the hallway to continue lunch.

And as always, the day progressed, as usual, having only two hours left after meeting Peter and knowing you were on good terms again (not that you ever fell out into the bad) set your mind to rest and allowed you to really focus on your work. But, non the less it came to your advantage as Peter had been on your mind for one other reason, and that reason being the curiosity as to what he had planned for you tonight.

Peter was never one for keeping a secret, but for some reason, you kinda like the fact he was keeping this so hidden from you. All in the element of surprise you had guessed. You'd run over various things, such as maybe it not being something sexual? Maybe he wanted to try sitting face to face with a girl over dinner for once? You knew you wouldn't mind that. Or maybe it was something more intimate? Being Peter of course. What if he had discovered a kink and wanted to try it on you? Now that sent your stomach up into your mouth.

You arrived home a lot quicker than usual, your mind being clouded with the thoughts of Peter the whole way through. Even now, sitting in bed, you couldn't completely remember how you had gotten there as everything from before was a blur. You couldn't help but let a small smile creep up onto your cheeks, not finding the will to fight it away and just let it sit there, it's only purpose was because of Peter.

You killed your time through watching some Netflix and assorting through some of your old polaroids, sticking them up with the other collections amoung your wall. There was one in the middle that was particularly brighter than the others, under your own purposeful fault. It was the only picture you had with Peter in which you were on your own, and it had come unexpectedly.

Back in the summer before everything kicked off with Spider-Man, you and Peter weren't as close, but still good friends after meeting just a couple months before the photo was taken. MJ had taken it on your Polaroid camera 'by accident' and left it on your desk the evening after she had left. The image captured yourself and Peter seated on your bed, flicking through some revision sheets, hands millimetres apart from touching. Peter had collected it and written on the back 'we look cute together' out of the way of your watchful eye after catching it lying on your drawer. It was seemingly meaningless and at the time and truthfully meant nothing. But if it was to come now, you would probably go Sherlock Holmes on that shit. Wanting to know why he wrote it, whether or not he meant it? Because you were a teenager, effection mattered no matter what form it came in.

Now it sat in the middle of your wall, decorated around the edges with small fairy lights slowly leading off into the gallery of other pictures which consisted of your brother, Peter and MJ, even some with Liz when she wasn't hanging around with Chloe or her other sets of friends. Coming to look closer, Peter's smile was your favourite. You'd harboured it for the moment, allowing it to make a small print on your heart. How his cheeks crumpled and small crows feet formed beside his eyes, and his hair flopped over his face back before he cut it for the internship. Back before everything.

An action scene in the movie you were watching pulled your eyes away from your wall to look down to your phone, realising you had missed the majority of the film and also recognising it was almost six. Your heart fluttered, checking yourself over in the mirror before grabbing your headphones and heading for the door, swiftly running down the stairs and locking the front door behind you and heading out into the evening. The smooth summer air collided with your cheeks as the skip in your step became more prominent as you walked to Peter's apartment, a smile on your cheeks and butterflies in your stomach.

Peter, on the other hand, couldn't be more nervous. It was quite frankly impossible. You had been ignoring him all week and he was worried: did he say something to offend you? Overstep a boundary? Deep down inside him, he knew you would tell him if there was something really wrong, yet you hadn't said a word and acted like nothing had happened when he had spoken to you earlier. You confused him deeply, and yet you were so intriguing.

A knock on his apartment door sent his adrenaline through the roof as his feet travelled quicker than he could keep up with towards the frame, occasionally catching his legs on the coffee table while telling you he was coming. Which hopefully, wouldn't be the last time he would say that tonight.

You waited at the door patiently, hearing a few things being knocked around inside making you smile. Peter was guaranteed one of the clumsiest people you knew and probably wouldn't bat an eyelid if he knocked the painting of Mona Lisa off the wall.

But then, there he was, standing in his doorway trying to play off cool as if he hadn't just completely trashed his apartment trying to get to the door. You smiled, "Hey, you ok? You look a little flustered" you sniggered, inviting yourself in making Peter blush at the comment.

"Well, ya know. High key made an obstacle course out of the apartment just trying to get to the door" he sighed, pushing the couch back into its original place after kicking it forcefully, yet by accident. You giggled, stripping off your jacket and shoes before turning to face Peter, and all fell silent.

There was an awkwardness between you, and it was strange because there had never been one before. Not even the time you had walked in on him changing a month ago, you just laughed together. But now, each of you was here for a different reason, like you were pushing your friendship aside for the night.

"So, uh. You wanted to show me something?" you cocked your brow, lightly tapping your thighs with your hands. His face brightened slightly, nodding, "Y-yeah, uh, shall we?" he gestured towards the stairs. Even with the movement, you knew what was coming, not entirely, but it set off a fire in your chest.

Peter followed behind you up the stairs, watching your fingers glide against the stair rail and carefully eyed your body movements. He knew you were friends, but you were gorgeous. In his eyes, you were the queen bee and no one could tell him different. Of course, he knew he liked Chloe, but there was something about you that made his hands sweat and heart race.

You walked straight on to his bedroom, where heat hit your cheeks and sent a hot flush down your spine making you shiver the coldness off of your skin. The door closed behind you, your body turning to see Peter flicking the hatch.

"Since when did you get a lock?" you smirked, threading a hand through your hair and out of your eyes.

"Since I could do this," he turned back to face you, approaching you slowly and wrapping his hands around your waist. Your heart felt like it was bursting, hands naturally falling onto his cheeks as his lips connected with your own. He was a good learner, and immediately took control over your body with one swipe of his tongue and he had gained full dominance. You couldn't help but allow a moan to slip from your lips, sending shivers down Peter's spine.

He pulled off gently, unexpectedly, and left you gasping for air. Not only that, but you wanted more. "You're a good teacher, y' know?" he smirked, hands slowly travelling down towards your hips as his eyes stayed glued to your own. Your cheeks flushed as you felt his fingers tease the edges of your jeans, slowly pulling back the waistband and flicking the buttons out of their seams.

"And you're a fast learner" you complimented, bringing his lips back to your own and engulfing yourself in his sweet taste, hands falling behind him and swinging loosely around his neck. Peter hummed against your lips, slowly guiding your jeans past your hips and letting them fall to your thighs where he would let you do the rest. You pulled off of him gently, "but I must ask," you gripped the waistband of your jeans, slowly lowering them until you could kick them across his bedroom, "where's this all come from?"

"Well, I've been wanting to repay you ever since.. Y'know, you went down on me," he twirled you around after you stood back up, sitting you down on his bed. You were practically pooling at the minor thoughts of his face as he came in your hands, his body... How it glowed with pure lust. "And it kinda got me thinking," he kneeled down slowly in between your legs, your eyes watching his eyes move as his thumbs grazed the string of your underwear, "I kinda wanna taste you too"

"Fuck, Pete-" your head rolled back onto your shoulders as the feeling of his fingers brushing against your folds intoxicated you. Regardless of being caught in the moment, Peter was solely concentrating on making sure you felt good. So much so, he hadn't noticed the fact he was practically shaking with sexual desire, his member pushing tightly against the fabric of his sweats. Just watching you unfold at his only touch made him ache, the need growing stronger but the understanding of needing to take this slow remaining strong.

"Is this ok?" he asked, gently pulling the seems of your underwear from beneath you, but you giving him to leverage to pull them off completely was a good enough answer. He tossed them to the side, before coming back to look at you. In truth, he had never seen something as such in person, only on the small screen of his phone in the dark. Here, seeing it in the light, made his forehead sweat, practically lathered in it as he stared down at your heat.

He swallowed flatly, being sent a little off balance. From here, he had no clue what to do, and could really use your assistance. He crept forward slightly, your head lolling back forward to see Peter looking confused and anxious. A smile crept onto your cheeks, gripping the seems of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Peter followed suit, allowing the fabric to fall at his side before he was being pulled onto the bed, now hovering above you and your naked torso, which made him all the more nervous.

"Relax, okay? Thought you were being a little too confident so this was expected" you teased, allowing him to brace his hands at the side of your head, the pillow sinking faintly.

"Uh, yeah... Sorry" he let a smile pass his lips as he sighed, his eyes flickering down between your lips and your own pair of pupils. You shook your head, pulling him down and connecting your lips. Peter seemed to ease up, shoulders relaxing and lips rolling against yours as you brought back the heat. Your free hand gripped his left wrist from the side of your head, lowering his fingers slowly: firstly taking them down your stomach and to your hips, before connecting them with your clit making you squirm.

"Mmh, fuck..." you cursed behind his lips, making him grip your bottom lip between his teeth. He drew it out carefully, making you smirk in surprise. Yet, he still hadn't moved where you needed him the most, so you began slowly rolling his fingers around the sensitive bud.

"D-do whatever feels right, mm-kay?" you stuttered, feeling the electric spark running up your spine as he continued his motions, allowing your hands to grip the sheets. He nodded again, licking his bottom lip before looking down between your bodies. Everything was subtle for a short time before he began to adventure and you were somewhat relieved. While his thumb continued working your clit, his lean fingers ran through your folds, collecting your juices at the tip before drawing back up again gaining slight confidence.

The bed began to rock slightly, eyes opening only a creak to see Peter was moving his hips along through thin air, eyes clenched shut as his bottom lip remained tucked between his teeth. Being new to this, Peter probably needed release more than you did as you were experienced enough to hold it no matter how good it felt. But you liked the sweat pants he was wearing, and really didn't want him to ruin them.

Swallowing the lump in your throat and calming your beating heart, you pulled his hand away and connected your hips together, Peter's eyes shooting open as his clothed member was met with your core, a loud gasp falling from both your lips as he pushed against your clit, and Peter got a sense of release.

"A-are you su-"

"Peter just grind on me, please" you whined, bringing his cheeks into your hands as you kissed him deeply, heat radiating off of his cheeks sending a hot flush through your skin. Peter turned his head lightly, gaining yet again the dominance of the kiss and beginning to grind down harshly into your naked core. He could feel everything, every nook and cranny even with being suspended behind such thick clothing. If you were more than just friends, he knew he'd have you much closer to him than you were now, but he had to wait. You had promised him nothing more than the build-up, but he wanted something more now.

"Y/YN I can't do it-" Peter moaned, eyes clenching shut as he began to slow his movements, trying to find a new angle but nothing was working. Your eyes opened slowly, looking up to Peter who looked frustrated.

"What's wrong?" you whispered, not being able to speak in full tone from the rush against your core.

"I.. I-I need more" he whimpered, hands falling back beside your head and almost trapping your hair underneath his palms. You knew very well what Peter meant, but you couldn't give it to him.

"P-Peter, your first time has to be special," you chocked slightly, calming his motions down despite now being desperate for release, "It has to be with someone special"

"I-I know that I know, I do, I know" Peter rambled slightly, "p-please, I wouldn't d-do this if I wasn't desperate" he chocked, groaning loudly as he stopped, feeling his member twitching with desperation for release. Peter wasn't lying just to egg this out of you, he was so confused as to why but he really couldn't do it. He needed something more and fake sex just wasn't killing it for him anymore.

"Pete, please understand why I am doing this," you cupped his cheeks lightly, feeling rather exposed now things had calmed down, "Your my best friend and I want you to have the world and no less, so please don't let the moment catch you up. You'll thank me later" you kissed him gently, his lips warm and soft sinking instantly into your own.

He nodded nonchalantly after pulling away, eyes not being able to meet yours as he felt nothing but pure shame and embarrassment rush through his veins. How could he have put you in that position? What kind of friend was he for doing that?

"Hey, stop that little brain worrying," you poked his forehead lightly, making him smile, "anything I can do to help this?" you teased, hand cupping his hard on gently making his eyes roll back and chin fall to his chest.

"Can you uh... C-can you suck me off?" he asked, swallowing harshly as he looked up at you. You smiled, nodding before pushing him onto his back.

Merely an hour had passed before all was over, you having to finish yourself off in the bathroom as Peter had fallen asleep again, which was completely okay with you. Yet, you were worried. You were worried because you could see where Peter was coming from, and admittedly at that moment, if you didn't have your head screwed on tight enough you might have let him get away with what he wanted. But you knew you couldn't.

First times were supposed to be special, and you wanted him to share it with someone who meant something to him. Not just winging it because he got caught up in the heat with a friend. Disregarding everything, you felt for Peter. And seeing him that way sparked a small idea in your head.

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