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hittmeandtellmeyouremine · 6 months ago

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

pairing: experienced!harry osborn x virgin!afab!reader

summary: harry tracks you down, asking you to go to unity day with him. it doesn't go as planned, whatsoever. he invited someone else and almost died. if you knew that he would almost die, you would've said no. if you knew what going out with him was going to lead to, you would've said no. right?

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of injury, mentions of piercings, suggestive content (no smut).

word count: 7.4k+ words

a/n: this is ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 to my heaven is a bedroom series which uses characters and events from sam raimi's spider-man universe. you can read it by itself or with the rest of the series! i hope you guys like it! ♥

you were making your way out of your calculous class, dying to get home. the class itself wasn't bad: you made friends with the girls you sat with which made it more bearable. you were just ready to be home, cuddling with your cat.

you rushed out the building and down the steps as you fantasized about your bed. you couldn't wait to get home and out of these jeans. as good as they made your ass look, they didn't beat your pajamas. maybe you'd force get clover to watch a horror movie with you and bug.

you were so engulfed in your planning that you didn't realize someone calling your name. you looked in front of you to see harry. as you were coming out of the building, he must've been going in. he was standing below, a step ahead of you.

"princess coming out of her castle?" he teased with a smile.

"playboy looking for a new bunny?" you knew he didn't have any classes in this building.

he chuckled and shook his head.

"not quite, i've been looking for you, actually."

"you stalking me osborn?" you smirked.

"something like that, yeah. you're a hard person to get ahold of y/n" he admitted.

"what did you need?"

"i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the unity day festival with me? my father's company throws it so we would be on the balcony, away from everyone else. not that we have to be though, we could go down and do the stuff if you wanted to."

you smiled as you watched him explain himself, trying to convince you to go.

"did all the other girls you asked first reject you?" you asked, assuming you weren't his first choice.

"that depends on your answer. you would be all the girls i asked"

you stood corrected.

it couldn't hurt. you were gonna go with clover but you knew she would you leave you as soon as the guy she liked showed up. you didn't really want to be left by yourself, that'd be kinda sad.

"sure harry" you agreed.

"yeah?" he looked surprised.

"yeah. is there anything i should know beforehand?"

"we'll be with my father's employers and they're all business casual so i'll be in a suit, if you want to wear a dress" he said with a smile.

"okay. i'll meet you at your apartment like an hour before?"

"yeah, yeah that works"

"okay, see you" you said before going around harry and leaving him on the steps.

he watched you walk away looking like he had just won the lotto. he walked towards the building with a smile on his face before he paused and turned to away, reminding himself he didn't actually have a class in this building.

unity day rolled around a few days later, being on a saturday. a tv girl vinyl spun on your record player. bug laid in a little loaf as he watched you repeatedly disappear and eventually reemerge from your bathroom. he made himself quite comfortable at the edge of your bed, watching chaos ensue.

you, like any other girl, tended to leave your room in a tornado after you got ready. it was quite the process and who had the time to try to do everything neatly? not you. you were lucky if you remembered to cap your makeup before you left.

by the end of your natural disaster you were satisfied with how you looked.

you debated for a while on what color dress to wear, usually going with a something black or something red. this time you opted for black, assuming everyone else would probably be wearing bright colors for the festival aspect.

you had chosen a short, black dress. it had short sleeves and a straight neckline. there was a little bow in the middle of the neckline paired with detailing to make the upper half resemble a corset. the skirt flowed out, you didn't want anything to tight-fitting. you wore black tights under it for that same reason, not wanting to show too much skin because you'd probably be in a room with a bunch of old guys.

you shivered at the thought.

you paired it with some black heels to give you some extra height and gold jewelry. you debated on what to do with your hair.

up or down? up or down? up or down? both.

half up, half down. you made sure to slick the top half into a pony, curling the ends of you hair and pony for an extra touch. mascara, blush, and lip gloss would do. this wasn't a date or anything.

at least he didn't say it was.

you sprayed yourself with perfume and air kissed bug before grabbing your little purse and keys, making your way out of your room. you tried to quickly sneak out of the apartment but clover had peaked her head out of her room.

"you're leaving already? i thought we were gonna go together?" she called after you.

"nope, going with peter and harry. have fun with daniel! see you later!" you called before shutting the front door, using your key to lock it behind you.

you would've given her the heads up if you had seen her. you lived with the girl and felt like lately you only saw her when one of you was going out and the other one was coming in. her... situationship was taking up all her time. she wouldn't admit it, but you knew. she tried to hide it, but you knew. secrets were fine, you just needed to even the score a little.

you made your way down the street and walked towards peter and harry's apartment. you were grateful for the light wind and the short walk that made the walk in heels a bit more bearable.

as you rode up the elevator you started to become more nervous.

for some reason.

you shouldn't have been nervous. this was just hanging out with your friend and his best friend. no big deal. wait. harry never mentioned peter. he only mentioned you and him. peter might not even be going. you should've checked with peter first. why is it that you don't check with peter before coming over??

it was too late for all that now as you knocked on the door. thankfully, peter answered this time.

"y/n? hi, i didn't know you were coming over" peter said, confusion rolling off his tongue.

"you didn't?" you questioned.

"no i'm kidding. i definitely did" he said, rolling his eyes playfully as he let you in.

he closed the door behind you and led you into the apartment, towards the stairs.

"you can wait here. harry's almost done. harry, y/n!" peter yelled, grabbing his stuff as he headed towards the door.

"wait, you're not coming?" you asked.

"nope. well yeah, i'm gonna be going. just not with you guys. i'm gonna be working, jameson wants pictures for the paper. possibly, hopefully." he explained.

you nodded. you guys said your goodbyes before he left. not too long after you heard shuffling and footsteps, turning to see harry coming down the stairs.

"oh wow. y/n, you look beautiful" he smiled as he reached the bottom.

he was wearing a grey suit with a baby blue button up underneath. his dark blue, almost purple-looking, tie hung from the middle of his collar.

"you look good in a suit playboy" you taunted, making him roll his eyes playfully.

you weren't lying though, he really did.

"you ready to go?" he asked, a smile still on his lips. you nodded and he lead you towards the door, his hand hovering over the small of your back. he didn't want to push his luck too soon.

you two talked the whole car ride and he was starting to grow on you, a little. you could tell he was trying his best to make a good impression, to not come off too strong or too uninterested.

when you arrived he stopped at the front of the building, looking around for his father, you presumed.

boy were you wrong.

he was still talking to you, his brown eyes seeping into yours. you started to think maybe clover wasn't all that wrong. maybe a talking stage with harry wouldn't be too bad. maybe he wasn't too bad after all.

he was so caught up in your conversation he didn't hear the red-head who was calling his name with a big smile. she was quick to make her way over to him and embrace him in a hug.

"mj, hi" he smiled down at her when she finally pulled away from him.

what the hell?

"hi. sorry i'm late, traffic was terrible trying to get here."

"well i told you we could've picked you up on our way here" he told her.

we.

it was like a lightbulb went off for her and she finally realized that you existed here, before her.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry! i'm mary jane watson" she told you, holding her hand out to shake yours.

mary jane, as in peter's mary jane??

"this is y/n. she's friends with peter and i" harry introduced, you gave him a look at that last part.

was that even true?

"hi" you took her hand and shook it with a smile, glancing over at harry.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't confused, because you were. you told yourself this wasn't a date, it obviously wasn't, but harry had never mentioned anyone else being there. if anything you thought peter would be with you guys, not the girl he liked. what was she even doing here? why hadn't harry mentioned her coming?

this was all so weird. or were you making it weird...?

"come on, we should get upstairs" harry told the two of you.

mary jane nodded and followed his motion to head inside. you hesitated a bit, internally debating if you should've picked being ditched by clover instead of this. harry noticed your hesitation.

"you coming?" he asked as his eyes fell on you, holding out his hand. you gave him a small smile and took his hand as he lead you inside.

the three of you had taken the elevator up to the floor where all of the higher-ups were. harry had greeted quite a few people on your way in, his hand resting on the small of your back now. it was an obvious attempt at a silent apology, a statement that it was you he was interested in, not mary jane.

that still didn't give you an answer as to why she was here though.

harry had left you two to talk, saying that he was going to try and find his father. you could have been mad but, in all honesty, you didn't want to be introduced to his father. doing something like that would mean something and you didn't want that.

not yet, at least.

mary jane was actually pretty nice. she asked you about college and how you knew harry and peter. turns out she's an aspiring actress and she's been doing a few auditions. she said she had recently been rejected. you sympathized with the brutality of that world, mentioning your sister being involved in it.

you could see why peter liked her. there was a small sparkle in her eyes whenever she mentioned peter's name. you don't think she even noticed it herself, but you did. you helped him out every chance you got, mentioning how sweet peter was.

they'd end up together at some point.

before you realized, harry was back at your side.

"i couldn't find my father, i don't know where he's at. i tried calling him but i didn't get an answer" he said, frowning a bit.

"maybe he's just a little late. it's his company, i'm sure he'll be here soon" you offered.

he smiled at you, eyes glancing at your lips before he heard mj.

"look, i see peter!" she smiled, waving down at him.

you looked over the balcony to spot peter with his camera pointing up at you guys and he waved back. from you were he looked like a little ant yet she still managed to pick him out in the crowd.

mj excused herself for a moment, saying she was gonna go use the restroom. you and harry both nodded before she disappeared. you continued to look out at the people from the balcony, feeling harry's eyes on you. you were standing facing one another but he was the only one actually looking.

he had the perfect view of you, one that let him notice little things about you. like the ring of earrings along your earlobe. piercings one after the other up until the top, each hole filled with a gold earring.

"i'm sorry i didn't mention mj coming. it was kind of a last minute thing." he said.

you looked at him.

"are you trying to tell me i really was the first girl you asked?"

"you were the only girl i asked, y/n. mj asked me to come along because she's trying to see if she can talk to someone with connections at broadway. she called to ask me about it last night. i didn't want to tell you because i figured you wouldn't want to come."

he wasn't wrong.

"plus, i figured you meeting her might help pete out. he's been in love with her forever but hasn't made a move" he laughed.

"he doesn't want to make things awkward. it's cute, how in love with her is he is. she's in love with him too, you can tell" you smiled.

"you think so?" he asked.

you nodded.

"you can see it in people's eyes when they love someone or something. they tend to light up, their pupils dilate a little. your eyes will always give you away"

"yeah? and are my eyes giving me away yet?" he asked.

you suddenly realized out close to you he was. his face was just inches from yours as those brown eyes poured into yours. his eyes glanced at your lips again, like he was pleading.

upper hand, y/n.

"oh my gosh. that bathrooms here are so nice!" mj told you guys as she returned.

you created some distance between yourself and harry, leaving room for her between you guys. that was probably for the best because harry's eyes still hadn't left you.

"yeah?" you asked as she stood between you two.

"we should go inside, get drinks" harry said, reaching for you behind mj.

she turned around with a nod, walking on the right side of you as harry tried to subtly pull you closer to him on the left. as the three of you started to head inside you ran into a bald man in a wheelchair.

"oh, hi, mr. fargas" harry said.

"oh, harry" the man replied.

"have you seen my father around?" harry asked, leaning down towards the man.

the man's face faltered, like he was about to give harry bad news.

"well, i'm not sure if he's uh coming today" the told him.

you didn't like the feeling that lingered after he said that.

harry turned to you, grabbing your hand now as he started to go inside but stopped. you were about to protest as harry walked towards the balcony. you were right behind him, your hand still in his. that's when you saw it, something green fly towards you. it flew past you guys.

"what the hell was that?" harry said, his eyes still on the thing.

you watched the thing turn, coming right back towards you guys and slowly started to pull harry back.

"harry" you said, worry in your tone.

the thing was heading right towards you. harry stepped in front of you as he backed up. before anyone could do anything you watched the figure throw something before feeling the balcony start to shake. you heard the explosion before you felt it, various screams following immediately after.

the balcony floor started to crumble and as you tried to stepped back one of the higher-ups pushed past you, making you stumble forward. harry was quick to wrap his arm around you waist and pull you back against him, the both of you falling back onto the floor.

you heard screaming and looked up, seeing mj stuck on a piece of balcony that was slowly breaking off. harry pulled the both of you up onto your feet again, pushing you behind him as the figure circled back towards you guys again. it threw something else and you watched the higher-ups on the balcony disintegrate in front of your eyes. one of them was the bald guy harry has just spoken to.

harry pushed you behind him more and tried to reach out for mary jane but she was too far away. a piece of debris hit him over the head, knocking him out. you tried you best to hold him up but he was too much bigger than you. you sunk to the floor with him in your lap.

"harry?! harry??" you screamed, trying to wake him.

you looked up to see the green figure was rising behind mary jane now. her eyes followed your gaze as she turned to see it too.

"hello, my dear" a man's voice said.

she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

before the green man could do anything you saw a spider-man swing in, knocking the figure off his glider. he fell through a booth on the ground. you watched his glider fly through one of the balloon's, sinking to the floor.

you took the moment to look down and check if harry was still breathing which he thankfully was. your attention turned back to mary jane who was screaming for dear life as the piece of balcony she was on continued to break off of the rest.

spider-man swung towards her but just before he could grab her the figure grabbed him, pushing him into the window above you. the pieces shattered and you covered harry's face with yours.

you could hear the figure repeatedly bashing spider-man's head into the window. after a bit of tussling he fell onto the floor in front of you and reached for mary jane.

"watch out!" she yelled to him.

spider-man was quick to turn around and web the figure's face. he flipped backwards and ripped out a piece of the figure's glider. the figure seemed to stumble, his glider lacking balance as he flew off.

your eyes turned back to mary jane, yelling for her as the piece finally broke off of the balcony and she went over.

"hold on, mary jane!" spider-man yelled before diving after her.

wait. how the hell did he know her name?

you watched him swing away with mary jane in his arms, relief washing over you. you look out onto the crowd to see if you could find peter again but he was no where to be found.

weird. hopefully he ran to safety.

eventually, a first responder came to help you and harry. they got him up and the first thing he did was ask for you. they had to give him a little bandage where the debris hit him. he called a car to take you and him back to his apartment, trying to get ahold of his father the whole ride there. when you guys got there peter was already there.

"peter! omg!" you said throwing your arms around him.

harry was now on the phone with mj, making sure she was okay.

"hello to you too" peter smiled as you pulled away.

"i tried looking for you to see if you were okay but i couldn't find you" you told him as your eyes scanned over him for any injuries.

"i'm fine. i ran off the minute i saw that thing fly in" he admitted.

"its a good thing you did" you smiled.

harry appeared back at your side, off the phone with mary jane now.

"she's alright. she's just a little rattled"

"well at least spider-man was there to save her. he's incredible"

harry's face scrunched up.

"incredible? what do you mean he's incredible?" he questioned as he looked at you.

"what do you mean? he saved mary jane" you asked as you looked at him.

"yeah, yeah. come on, say goodnight to peter" he said, gesturing you up the stairs.

"goodnight, y/n" peter called, chuckling as he watched the two of you banter.

"what? harry i'm not staying over!" you argued as he practically pushed you up the stairs.

"yes you are. it's too late for you to walk home alone, especially after what just happened. you're staying the night." he said as he guided you into his room. you turned to him to protest.

"harry, i have to get home and feed my cat" you tried.

"don't you have a roommate? won't she do it?"

possibly. but you'd have to call her and you didn't know if you really wanted to do that.

"call her and let her know you're with me and peter. i'll drop you off first thing in the morning" he said, handing you his phone as he took off his jacket and went into his bathroom.

you sighed and dialed your apartment phone's number.

"hello?" clover answered.

"hey, it's me" you said, sitting on the edge of harry's bed and taking off your heels.

"oh my god. are you alright?!" she questioned.

"i'm alright. are you alright?" you asked.

harry emerged from the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as he watched you.

"yeah, we're alright"

we. as in her and daniel.

"listen, i'm at peter and harry's. they don't want me to go home right now so i'm being forced to stay the night. could you make sure to feed bug and give him water please?" you asked.

"is it peter wanting you to stay or harry?" clover asked. you could already tell you would be interrogated the minute you got home.

"both. can you feed bug?" you asked again.

"yeah of course. i got it. have fun okay? and use protection! love you!"

"love you" you rolled your eyes before hanging up and handing the phone back to harry.

"bug? as in the bug? as in spider-man?" harry smirked.

"that's one reason why, yeah"

he chuckled as he went over to his dresser, opening a drawer. you watched him pull out a t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers.

"here, if you wanna take a shower. the boxers are brand new and the shirt's clean" he said as he handed them to you. he disappeared from his room momentarily, coming back with a new body wash and lotion in his hand.

"may gave peter some tropical body wash and lotion that he has yet to use" he said before handing those to you too.

you looked up at him as he went into his bathroom again, motioning for you to follow him.

"there's a lock on the door, if that helps. i put out a fresh towel for you, the red one. mine is green. same thing with the toothbrushes. you can use anything you want in here alright?" he said before turning to you.

"thanks" you nodded with a smile.

he nodded before heading out and closing the door behind him. you smiled to yourself at how attentive he was being.

no. no. no. upper hand, y/n. upper hand.

you turned on the shower and got yourself undressed, putting your hair up. you stepped in and let the hot water drench you body. the tropical body wash was actually pretty nice, you mentally reminded yourself to tell peter to ask may where she got it from. you washed off your face, getting off the little makeup you had left.

you wrapped the towel around you as you stepped out of the shower. you stood in front of the sink, opening the mirrored cabinet. you were looking for deodorant but your eyes first landed on the box of condoms, making you roll your eyes. you found the deodorant and used it, closing the cabinet after. the boxers and t-shirt were baggy but you didn't mind. you let down your hair, brushing it out with the little hairbrush harry had. you silently thanked god that your hair was straightened right now or else this brush wouldn't have cut it. you finally brushed your teeth before opening the door and stepping back into harry's room.

he had changed, now wearing plaid pajama pants and a grey tee. he was fixing his bed until he turned around to see you. he felt his heartbeat pick up a little, seeing you in his clothes. did that... turn him on? yep, it definitely did. your nipples poked through his shirt, making it evident that you didn't have on a bra. he thought you wouldn't but he convinced himself to push the thought away and stop being a creep.

he cleared his throat.

"i uh, i made the bed for you. i just washed everything the other day" he said.

for you?

"are you not gonna sleep here?" you questioned.

"well, no. i'll give you your space and sleep downstairs" he said.

"who said i wanted space?"

"well i just assumed-

"harry, this is your bed. i'm not gonna kick you out. we can sleep together, it's fine. or would you rather me sleep with peter?" you asked.

"n-no! i want to sleep with you. wait, that didn't come out right" he said, screwing his eyes shut and making you laugh.

"come on" you smiled as you got into his bed. he shut the light's off and got in next to you. you both laid on your back as you stared up at the ceiling.

silence filled his room for a while.

"you never answered my question earlier" he sad quietly, turning on his side and looking at you.

"about what?" you asked, looking at him too.

"do my eyes give me away?"

oh. that question.

"i don't know yet. you're hard to read" you answered.

that was partially a lie. harry's eyes told you just how bad he wanted you, you just couldn't tell what exactly he wanted from you. you kept telling yourself he just wanted to hook up with you, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that said otherwise. that must've been in your head.

"thanks for staying with me earlier" he said.

"thanks for not dying on me" you smiled.

you guys were close again, his face probably an inch away from yours. his eyes seemed to keep finding their way back to your lips. he lean a bit, trying to feel out if you would let him finally kiss you.

"can i?" he whispered.

this was all getting too serious. he was getting too close. he was getting to be too much but why weren't you moving away? why weren't you stopping him?

you nodded instead.

"words, y/n. i need to know you're sure" he whispered. his hand had found it's way to your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek.

"yes"

he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. it didn't take much longer for his lips to start moving against yours. the hand that was on your face slipped down to your hip, pulling you against him. you opened your mouth a bit more and his tongue took the opportunity to swipe over your bottom lip.

upper hand! upper hand!

you pulled away from him.

"goodnight harry" you turned onto your side, your back pressed against his front.

"goodnight y/n" he said. his eyes lingered on you as you fell asleep.

the next morning you were still pressed against harry. his arm now wrapped around your waist, hand splayed out over your stomach, under your his shirt. he was the first one to wake up, glancing over at the clock.

he didn't move, scared to wake you up. he debated on moving his hand once he realized where it was. as much as he liked this, he didn't want you to feel like he was crossing a line. he slowly pulled his hand away but his fingers grazed over the bar of metal poking through your belly button.

fuck, you had it pierced.

jesus christ, he needed to get it together. you were too close to him for him to be getting turned on right now. he pulled his hand away from your body, waking you up in the process which wasn't what he was trying to do.

"morning, princess" he said, quietly. you hummed in response.

"what time is it?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"almost ten" he answered.

you groaned.

he chuckled at your lack of enthusiasm.

"come on, i promised i'd take you home" he said.

harry had given you sweats and a hoodie to wear home. he dropped you off at what he thought was your apartment but was really a block away.

upper hand, check.

you slowly unlocked the door to your apartment with your keys, it was quiet and clover's door was closed. this either meant she wasn't home or was tangled up with daniel. whatever it was, you weren't gonna risk sticking around to find out. you grabbed bug, headed into your room, leaning against your now closed door.

what the fuck was yesterday...

a few days had passed since you last saw harry which was perfectly fine with you. peter hadn't mentioned anything about him, even better. the less you knew or saw of him, the better. he would only distract you and you couldn't afford any distractions right now. as it was, chemistry was kicking your ass. peter had helped you out a few times but it was still a constant struggle for you. which is why you had been sitting at your kitchen island for what felt like forever.

clover had gone out for the night. she wouldn't tell you with who but you knew it was with daniel.

ugh, you couldn't stand him.

which meant she wouldn't be home until late. this was the perfect time for you to study and that's what you had been doing, well trying to do. your notes had been spread out across the surface, your textbook laid open in front of you as you tried to understand.

it seemed like the harder you tried, the more it felt like you were reading a foreign language. you watched as bug walked across the island, sitting himself right in front of you with his tail swaying. whoever made it a requirement for biology majors to take chemistry deserved jail time. actually, they deserved more than that. they deserved a lifetime in he-

you heard the telephone start ringing. you silently thanked god for the distraction as you got up to go grab it.

"hello?" you answered.

"hi y/n"

you smiled, rolling your eyes as you heard your older sister's voice.

"hi chas"

chasity was six years older than you. she went to school for fashion in new york but was quickly recruited for modeling. after a few years in the modeling industry she started styling. anything fashion had chasity's name written all over it. when you and clover moved in she made it her business to make it to new york to help you guys move in and decorate.

"have you been avoiding my calls?" she asked, you could practically hear her smirk through the phone.

"no, why do you say that?"

you usually spoke to chasity at least once a week but you just hadn't had the time. whenever she called you, you were busy and whenever you called her, she was busy. the time difference didn't help either, considering she's been in london the past few months.

"because the last few times i've called, you haven't answered. i had to speak to clover to get the 411 on you"

oh jesus christ.

"there is no 411 on me. i've just been busy with classes. chemistry is kicking my ass"

that wasn't a lie.

"what about your smart friend? what was his name...?" she asked.

"peter. he tries to help me all the time but i feel bad taking it. i don't want him to start to feel like i see him as a tutor more than a friend"

"and what about his friend?"

what the fuck. how did she-

"did clover tell you?" you asked, rolling your eyes and shifting the phone to your other ear as you leaned back against the counter.

"i told you i asked her what was going on with you. i didn't expect to hear that you went on a date. why haven't i heard about this cute boy who's interested in you?"

you could hear she was frowning.

"maybe because it's not true or important chas" you sighed, mentally reminding yourself to yell at clover later.

"what do you mean it's not true?"

"he got me a hot chocolate and tried to walk me home. then he asked me to go unity day with him and almost died. that was it"

not entirely...

"that's basically two dates!" she protested.

"whatever helps you sleep at night" you said sarcastically.

"y/n, i'm serious. this could mean something for you, something that isn't just school and you cat" she said.

"would it do me any good?" you scoffed.

just as chasity had started to rant about you needing to put yourself out there and whatnot, you heard a knock at your door. peter was supposed to be dropping off some notes he had borrowed, he missed the last lecture. you went over to the door and opened it to see harry.

oh great, just what you needed.

harry leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face the minute his eyes met yours.

you stepped aside and motioned for him to come inside quietly while pointing to the phone against your ear. the last thing you needed was chasity to find out the boy she was ranting to you about was in your apartment.

"anyway, this isn't what i called you for" she said.

"so what did you call for chas?" you asked as you settled yourself back against the counter. harry stood beside the island, watching you.

"to tell you that i'll be there in two weeks!" she said excitedly.

"seriously? for how long?" you questioned with a smile.

"a few weeks. i want to be able to spend halloween and thanksgiving with you."

you smiled at the fact that she wanted to spend the holidays with you and the fact that bug was doing his own inspection on harry. he had position himself at harry's feet, looking up at him with his tail slowly swaying.

"great because clover's parents are gonna be in town for thanksgiving too and they've been asking how you were. are you gonna stay here?"

"no, alex has a place. we get in the 28th. i'll let you know the exact time as it gets closer okay?"

alexander was her boyfriend fiancé. they met when chasity was modeling at some show in london. they were friends for a while and he not-so-secretly pined after her until he finally asked her on a date.

"okay chas"

you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. bug had now made his way over to you, sitting at your feet and eyeing harry from there.

"hi" harry smiled.

"hi harry. how did you find out where i lived?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

his eyes ran over you as he contemplated how he wanted to answer. bug decided this was too boring for him and made his way towards your room. harry cleared his throat and your eyes narrowed as he spoke.

"peter told me"

"peter told you or you asked?" you questioned, cocking your head to the side a bit.

"both. he told me he had to bring you back your notes and i asked to do it for him. didn't know i would find out you had me drop in front of some random building" he said.

harry set your notebook on the counter with the rest of your notebooks, waiting for a reaction out of you. he didn't get much of one.

"its not random, its right around the corner"

"that's not my point y/n and you know it" he said, staring at you.

"guess the cat's out of the bag" you shrugged.

"are you mad at me or something?" he asked.

you shook your head.

"do you want something? water?" you asked him as you opened up the fridge.

harry felt the room get hotter as you turned your back to him.

the boyshorts you had on were cute, sure. they were baby blue with white stripes. there was a white band at the top and three little buttons, making them resemble boxers.

cute wasn't the word harry thought of though. not when they hugged your skin like they were apart of it. and definitely not when the curve of your ass made the stripes curve with it. his imagination was running wild and you had barely spoken to him.

"no, thanks, i'm alright." harry answered.

you turned around, closing the fridge behind you and setting a bottle of water in front of him anyway. your eyes locked on him as you stood in front of him.

"why are you here harry?"

"to give you back your notes" he answered.

"well i got them back. now what?"

this must be new for him. from what you had heard girls were practically throwing themselves at him. most of them did it for the money, but if they weren't, harry was gorgeous enough for them to do it anyways. his ego probably weighed more than his and your body weight put together.

"i wanted to see you" he said.

"you saw me. now what?"

he chuckled and looked away from you for a moment. apparently, you still had the upper hand here.

"what do i have to do here y/n? i feel like i'm missing something." he admitted.

"do you even know what you want, harry? because i don't think you do" you said.

"i want you" he answered.

"no you don't" you rejected.

"i'm pretty sure i do y/n"

"you want to fuck me. there's a difference" you explained.

"i want to do that too but that's not my priority" he said, his eyes glazed over you, landing back on your eyes.

the room seemed to be getting hotter.

"you barely know me, harry" you pointed out.

he stepped closer to you.

"i'm trying to but you're not letting me, y/n"

"i don't have the time for a relationship harry" you said lied.

"you want to keep things casual? because i can do that" he countered.

"i'm not gonna be one of your fuck buddies" you shook you head.

he was invading your space now.

"then don't be. i'm not asking to fuck you" he whispered.

"so you don't want to fuck me?"

"don't try and twist my words, y/n. not when you know i do" he rebuttaled.

all you could do was look at him. there was close to no room between the two of you. he towered over you, those eyes that once resembled honey were now dark and glossy.

"i'm sorry to disappoint" you said, cocking your head to the side with a smirk.

"don't be, we'll get there eventually" he suddenly seemed so confident.

why did he seemed like he had the upper hand now??

"eventually? so you're willing to wait until i feel like i'm ready??" you questioned.

"i'm a patient guy, y/n. especially with things i really want"

his hands had now found their way to your waist, pulling closer against him if that was even possible.

"that's what every guy says and no guy has ever lived up to it" you told him.

wait a minute-

jesus christ, you were a virgin. you said that thinking it would scare him away but it was doing quite the opposite. his pants were suddenly feeling tighter than they were before those words left your mouth.

"i'm not like other guys, am i?" he asked.

"no. you might just be worse"

he was pressing you into the kitchen island now.

when did he get so close? and more importantly, when did you stop caring?

"you've never done it before, have you?" he asked.

you shook you head.

fuck. he shouldn't have asked that. he should've just stayed curious because it wasn't really help his pants situation.

you couldn't deny the pool that was forming in your panties. you wished you could say it wasn't but it was. you wished you could say you didn't want this.

at first, you didn't, but then you did.

"and we're not going to today, at least not that far" you told him.

"how far are you willing to let me go then princess?"

"until i feel like you're getting more than you deserve"

his cock twitched hearing that.

"you're gonna regret this, you know that?" he asked. this had to be just as hard for you as it was for him. it just had to be.

"maybe i already am" you said.

you took one of his hands from your hip. you guided it down, between your legs. making sure to watch his face as you pressed it against the puddle that was forming. even through your shorts, he could feel it. his breath hitched as he pressed two fingers against you.

"damn it, y/n. you can't just do that" he sighed. those pleading eyes were back.

"why? isn't this what you wanted? we can stop, if you want" you whispered.

"if you were anyone else i'd take you right here. right against the counter or on it. whichever one you want" he said, his head pressing against yours.

"i'd like that, but no" you said before pulling away and pushing yourself onto the counter.

he stood between your legs, instinctively chasing how close you once were to him. his hand founds their way to your thighs now as he looked at you.

"so this is the game we're playing then?" he asked.

"why? does that make you wanna quit?" you challenged.

"no, i'm game. do you have rules for this game we're playing?" he asked.

you thought about it for a moment.

"you can't fuck anyone else if you want to fuck me. i don't like sharing, harry"

"yeah i noticed that the other day with mj. done, keep going" he agreed.

"you need to get tested before you even think about doing anything with me. you've been with a lot of girls and as cute as you are, i don't feel like catching anything." you tell him.

if he really wanted, you would get tested too. just to be fair.

"done. anything else princess?"

"you have to actually put in an effort, okay? i'm not just gonna be your fucktoy." you told him.

"you want me to make it official?" he asked you.

wait, huh?

"you okay with becoming my girlfriend, y/n?"

he couldn't mean that.

"harry osborn doesn't do relationships" you pointed out.

"i do now, i do for you. is that alright? will you let me be your boyfriend?" he asked.

you looked at him for a moment. a part of you was waiting for him to take it back but he wasn't backing down.

"you're serious about this?" you asked.

"swear on my father" he nodded.

"you have any rules you want me to follow?" you asked him before answering.

"i don't like sharing either y/n. same thing goes for you" he told you.

you nodded.

"and i'm gonna want you to go out with me"

"you mean when your dad has business events?" you asked.

he nodded.

"galas, charity events, weddings, all of it. i'll buy you whatever you want for them- hell, i'll buy you whatever you want in general but you have to go with me. unless you have school or stuff"

"does that sound fair to you princess?" he asked

you nodded.

"you'll be my girlfriend then?" he asked, wanting an official answer.

"you're gonna regret this, you know that right?"

"i'll take that chance. answer the question y/n"

"i'll be your girlfriend harry" you agreed.

he flashed you his teeth before leaning in to kiss you.

so much for no distractions...

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pairing: college!harry osborn x college!fem!reader

summary: you had known peter parker for a few months now and he had mentioned having a roommate a few times but you never really pay attention to it. well you're left with no choice but to acknowledge it when you're met with him instead of peter while returning notes peter had so graciously let you borrow. maybe he should have so graciously told you he wasn't going to be home but you'd yell at him about that later.

warnings: swearing, brief mention of family issues.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this is the introduction to my heaven is a bedroom series which uses characters and events from sam raimi's spider-man universe. since this is the introduction you can read it by itself or with the rest of the series! it is mentioned that the reader is a woc but you can ignore that if it doesn't apply.

if there was one thing college had brought you it was the sweet boy you could call a friend, peter parker. you had met peter during your freshman year at columbia university. you had both been placed into biology, seeming as you were a bio major and he was a bio-physics major. peter just so happened to come in late the first day and the only seat left was next to you, i guess no one wanted to be sitting all the way on the left side of the room.

you became friends pretty quickly and even became lab partners. peter was probably the only college boy you actually enjoyed being around. he was sweet and honest, wasn't very reliable though. at least from what he had told you when you finally got him to talk about the girl he liked. you watched peter's eyes light up every time he mentioned her name, smiling to yourself at how head over heels he was for her.

you were entering your third month of college, aka it was finally october. the previous week you had gotten too caught up at the shelter and missed class. thankfully peter had showed up on time that day and was helpful enough to lend you the notes, saying something about how it was the least he could do considering how many times you've lent him yours. as promised, you were on your way to return them to him now.

you had never been to peter's apartment, there was never a need until now. usually it was him returning the notes to your apartment. he had mentioned that he had a roommate. you couldn't remember what he said his name was but it was his childhood best friend. it didn't really seem too shocking because you had the same situation. what college student didn't have a roommate? what person living in new york didn't have a roommate? well, unless you were rich.

the building seemed nice enough as you rode up in the elevator, peter's notebook in hand. the lecture that you had missed had been on arachnids and peter's notes were expert-level. he had even taken the time to drop out some of the species. as the elevator gets to the top you realized you probably should've called to tell him you were coming over. in your defense, he just told you to drop them off on sunday and that was today. he never gave you an exact time so he would probably be home all day.

right?

the elevator finally came to a stop at the ninth floor. you opened up the gate and stepped off, stopping in front of the door and knocking on it. you heard some shuffling and smiled to yourself a bit. knowing peter he had probably forgot you were coming over. you heard footsteps coming towards the door before it unlocked and opened.

wait, this isn't peter.

"hi?" the guy said.

he was cute. he was really cute.

he was tall, a little lanky looking. he had brown hair and honey brown eyes to match. he was wearing a blue button up, the collar of a white tee shirt poked out where the first two buttons failed to meet their match. there was a black watch on his left wrist. he had on these small, little reading glasses. you must've interrupted something.

"hi. i must have the wrong apartment. i'm looking for peter parker?"

"oh pete does live here. he's just not home right now" he answered, flashing you an apologetic smile.

so this was the roommate peter had mentioned.

"he should be back soon though. come in" he said before he stepped to the side and let you into their apartment.

"thanks" you smiled as you stepped inside and glanced around.

it was a nice apartment. you first walk into the kitchen. they had a dinning room table in front of one of the two big balcony doors. there was a small living room area beside the dining room table, in front of the other balcony door. stairs to the left of that, assumedly leading to their bedrooms. their office space was to the right of the stairs.

your eyes fell back onto the dining room table where there were notebooks and textbooks scattered.

so you did interrupt something.

"i'm sorry if i interrupted anything. i was just dropping off the notes he'd let me borrow. he told me to come on sunday" you explained.

"oh don't worry. you didn't interrupt anything, i was just doing some homework. pete stepped out early this morning but i'm sure he'll be back soon if you want to wait. i'm harry, harry osborn" he said, sticking his hand out.

his eyes seemed to linger on you a bit.

wait. osborn as in oscorp? the multi-billion dollar tech company?

"i'm y/n. peter and i are lab partners"

you shake his hand. his palm is kind of sweaty. he nods slowly, like he's putting the pieces together.

"did peter not mention that?"

"well he did, he just never mentioned that you were a girl"

you cocked your head at him a bit.

what was that supposed to mean?

he must've noticed the change in your facial expression because he was quick to explain.

"n-not that there's anything wrong with that. i just didn't realize pete had it in him"

you looked at him oddly again.

"no, i mean not like that. it's just that peter doesn't do too well talking to women. he sort of um... freezes up"

you had heard all about peter's inability to speak to women. he was constantly telling you about his failed attempts at making a move on mary jane watson. the poor guy was like a lost puppy in that department.

but harry wasn't doing any better right now.

"sort of like you're doing now?" a small smirk creeping onto your face.

"yeah, sort of" he chuckled, looking away. "do you want something?"

"no. thank you, but i actually should get going. i have a shift i need to get to. could you just let peter know i dropped it off?" you asked, handing him the notebook.

his gaze fell to the notebook and then back up to you as he grabbed hold of it. those puppy eyes seemed almost pleading. like there was something else he wanted to say.

but he didn't.

"yeah of course. i'll let him know you stopped by"

"thank you", you smiled, "it was nice meeting you harry"

he opened the front door for you and you looked back at him briefly as you walked out.

"no problem, nice meeting you"

"harry, no"

"oh come on pete! please?" he pleaded.

"no. i'm not getting involved" peter said, throwing up his hands.

"you have to pete. you're my only in"

ever since peter got home harry had been down his throat. actually, more like on his knees. begging peter to give him information about y/n.

"harry she's going to eat you alive. you ever heard that song "maneater"? yeah that's her"

"well if she's so bad then why are you friends with her?"

"oh she's a great friend but i've seen her crush pretty much every guy who tries to make a move with her's ego. and harry, your ego can get pretty big"

for every time peter rambled to you about mary jane, you told him a story about your massacre of a love life. that wasn't an insult either, that was the way you liked it.

"gee thanks pete" he deadpanned, "my ego will live. i still don't understand how you never told me about her!"

peter distinctively remembers a time that he was walking out of class with you. you two were in the middle of a conversation about the lecture when a guy from class stopped you. it was an obvious attempt to as you out but all the guy got from you was a dirty look and a short, uninterested response. then you continued on as if that interaction had never happen, resuming your conversation with peter.

now every time that guy sees you in class he avoids you like the plague. and you act like he doesn't exist because, to you, he doesn't.

"i didn't know it was so important to you" peter said sarcastically as he started up the stairs, chuckling.

"peter i haven't even been able to finish my homework, that's how important it is to me"

peter stopped mid step, noticeably fed up with harry's investigating.

"she mentioned going to a shift later. at least tell me where she works?"

peter internally smiled. harry had practically taken the short time you were here and engraved it in his memory. surely he had the resources to find out more about you on his own but peter figured he'd make his life a little easier. knowing harry wouldn't let him get through his homework if he didn't.

"she doesn't. she volunteers at the animal shelter." peter admitted before going to his room.

a smile took place on harry's face.

a few days later you were at the front desk of the shelter, filling out the paperwork for a new dog that had come in. you heard the front door open, thanks to the bell on it, and footsteps that stopped before you. you started greeting whoever it was without looking up.

"hi. what kind of animal are you looking for today?"

"well i was hoping you would help with that"

wait a minute. you had heard that voice before.

"harry?" you questioned as you looked up.

"hi y/n" he smiled

what was he doing here?

"i didn't know you and peter were looking for a pet"

he shrugged.

"figured there's no harm in looking"

"no, i guess there isn't" you smiled

"so will you help me?"

you had given harry a tour of the shelter. starting with the cats, moving onto the dogs. he didn't really strike you as an animal person but he seemed to like whatever you liked. he also seemed more interested in you than he was in the animals. the shelter didn't take smaller animals so after the dogs there wasn't much else to show. coincidentally, as your tour was coming to an end so was your shift.

"i have to go clock out" you told him as you guys had returned to the lobby.

"well i can wait here. if you want to go grab a drink or something?" he asked.

"a drink?" you questioned with a raised eyebrow.

usually, this would be an immediate no. you didn't have time for this. you were busy enough with classes and volunteering. you didn't need any distractions.

usually, you would write this off as a waste of time. you had no interest in dating or hooking up so what was the point? it's not like you needed a friend either. i mean you had plenty of friends.

right?

you had plenty of friends. you had clover, your other two long distance best friends, your sister, and... peter. they were more than enough. you didn't really have time for anyone else. really.

"well like a coffee or something, whatever you want" he saved.

his nervousness made you smile.

damn it.

"sure harry, give me a minute" you agreed before turning and going into the break room.

you'd be a liar if you said you hadn't thought about harry. the minute you got home you and your roommate had did some stalking to find out what you could about him. you felt bad about it but him showing up here made you feel less bad about it. he had obviously been doing his own research.

harry was the only son of norman osborn. clover had given you wide eyes when you guys found that out. not that it mattered much to you but it confirmed that osborn was indeed for oscorp. apparently, his father was a billionaire.

a rich, pretty boy was almost never a good combo. but for right now you seemed to have the upper hand. you just needed to keep that advantage.

you came back out with your jacket in hand as you made your way over to harry. new york was in fall now which called for a few more layers. you had been wearing a red spider-man baby tee, a black pleated skirt with thermal black tights and tall, black uggs.

"so you like spider-man?" he asked with a smile.

he has a pretty smile.

"you don't?" you asked as you slipped on the jacket and zipped it halfway.

"he's a cool guy"

he held the door open for you as you walked out before leading the way towards a coffee shop he said he had heard was good.

"what are you going to school for?" he asked you.

he has his hands in the pockets of his jacket. the cold wind was making the tip of his nose and ears turn red.

like a little rudolph.

"i'm a biology major" you answered.

your hands were also shoved in the pockets of your jacket. your tan skin made the redness in your face less obvious on you than it was on him but he could still see it. he made sure to.

"that tracks"

you gave him a bit of a side eye. if you hadn't known he had done his research on you before, he just gave it away.

"i just mean because it seems like you like animals. your eyes kind of lit up every time you introduced me to one"

so he's observant.

"you're not wrong. that's what i'm going to school for" you admitted.

and interested. maybe.

"to work with animals?"

"yeah, to be a vet."

"no wonder you're friends with peter. you must be like wicked smart" he chuckled.

you continued to talk until you got to the coffee shop. turns out he's an only child, you're not. he never mentioned a mother, so it must just be his father. he talks so highly of his father, but there's a bit of a falter there. you knew that falter.

stop psychoanalyzing him.

you watched his face drop when he went to order for you two and you told him you don't actually drink coffee. he apologized profusely for not asking before but you told him you'd live. he got you a hot chocolate instead.

when you guys left the coffee shop harry said he would walk you home so you led the way this time. you both sipped on your drinks and continued conversation. apparently, harry also goes to columbia but he was a business major with a minor in engineering. your paths would hardly ever cross on campus.

you had sort of wrote him off to be this fuckboy, you still kind of do. the business major thing doesn't really help his case. but this little walk with him had made you realize he wasn't so terrible.

that didn't mean you were gonna let him off so easily though.

you stopped in front of the building, harry looked confused when he realized what building you two were in front of.

"i told you i would walk you home" he said, frowning a bit.

"i walked you home instead, my place is further" you said, nodding in the direction opposite of the one you guys came from.

that was a lie. but it was too early for him to know where you lived. you had to keep that upper hand.

"i wouldn't mind walking a little bit y/n, really. "

okay so maybe he was actually interested.

"i know but its alright. i gotta get home." you said as you started to walk away from him. "thank you for the hot chocolate!"

harry watched you walk away from him with furrowed brows as he watched you go the same direction you had just came from.

"i thought you said your apartment was further away?!" he called after you.

"i lied!" you yelled back, smirking to yourself.

"y/n! i think you should give him a chance!"

you and peter were similar in the way that you both were roommates with your childhood best friends. right about now you wished you weren't.

"a chance to what? fuck me?"

you two were more different than you were similar. clover liked to see the best in people. that wasn't her fault though. she had never exactly been given a reason to do otherwise.

clover came from two loving parents. she was an only child but her parents treated you like a second daughter. sometimes you thought they treated you better than your own parents did. you tried to push that thought away though. it made you feel guilty.

they were the reason you and clover were living together right now. her parents were both tennis players and they must've been good at it because they were are loaded. they started investing in property at some point. and when their daughter told them she wanted to move to new york for college with her best friend, they made it happen.

they bought the whole apartment building actually, making sure to leave the best apartment available for their daughter and you. its insanity but you couldn't be more grateful for them. they did for more you than your own parents did.

"maybe. maybe more, maybe less" she protested

you laughed and shook your head at her. you had predicted this would happen. you were gonna avoid telling her in the first place but she saw the empty hot chocolate and started questioning.

"you've lost your mind. absolutely not clo"

she groaned like you had just told her she was grounded. which, for the record, clover's parents never grounded her. you grabbed bug and headed towards your room.

being a regular volunteer at the shelter gave you the privilege (and curse) of being able to foster some of the animals. you had to limit yourself to one and you picked bug. bug was a big black cat who enjoyed messing with clover during his free time. she wasn't huge on cats and he made it his business to harass her when you weren't home. you didn't mind, it evened the score for when she harassed you like she is right now.

"y/n please! this could actually mean something for you!" she protested.

for clover, this was the equivalent to you shutting off her favorite rom com right before things started to get good. her words not yours.

"it was just hot chocolate! plus, i don't want it to mean anything. i will live just fine without harry. didn't you say yourself that he had a reputation?"

during our light stalking session she said she had heard about him, a few girls had mentioned his name. then she admitted that was a lie and a lot of girls had mentioned his name, on various occasions. apparently he had spent the first few months of college getting some experience under his belt.

probably wasn't too hard for him once girls figured out who his father was.

you remember peter complaining about it once. saying how harry was falling behind and he had to threaten him to not help him anymore if he didn't get his act together.

or was it harry's father?

you couldn't exactly remember.

maybe that's why he was studying when you went over.

"we don't exactly know what that reputation is though! it could just be gossip or he could've changed!" clover called.

you scoffed as you entered your room, "yeah, fat chance clo!"

"a talking stage won't hurt!" she called after you before you shut your door and set bug down. you watched as he made his way onto you bed and laid himself out.

"might hurt" you mumbled.

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