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Shattered Memories • Chapter XI: Hummingbirds & Honeybees • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Romanic Spicy SMUT, Slight Angst (second half) Chapter Warnings: (18+MDNI) // In the second half of this chapter there is mentions of a past abusive relationship and self-h*rm. I will mark where it will start. Please proceed with caution. Extra: I wanted to post this chapter earlier than the usual timed schedule so those who don't want to read smut or darker themes don't have to anticipate another week for a chapter. Consider this an extra chapter or a side quest that you can choose to skip over if you would like! There will be another chapter on Friday! Also, I have a Trello now that is linked below this long-ass blurb! You can see what I am working on and what's to come! Word Count: 6.1k

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Peter wasn't super nervous around you because he knew you. He knew what reactions you could have to a situation. He knew what your favorite things were and little habits that you have. But when it came to your body and how to pleasure it, he was mostly clueless.

Mostly.

He only knew the basics but he didn't know what you were into.

The last time he saw you naked was when you guys were teenagers with insatiable hormones and even then the lights were off and you two were pretty vanilla with shy noises and shaky hands. It was what anyone would expect from two teenagers who are secretly….fadoodling. It was always a rendezvous in the odd hours of the night in the lower level of the Avengers Compound and luckily both of you were spiderlings that could easily sneak around.

"We probably should stop doing this," he whispered.

"Yeah, we probably should…" you agreed as you both continued to your common secret meeting spot.

"Mr. Stark almost killed me when he found out we were dating," he replied and swallowed nervously. "What if he finds out about us…y'know."

"That we fondue and fadoodle?"

"Yeah!"

You bit your lip and closed the door to the secret room that you both entered.

"You know it's different for us," you explained as you crossed your arms over yourself and tapped your fingers on your arm. "Not many people share mutant DNA that's trying to reconnect itself together through the only way it knows how to.*

"Well yeah that's true," Peter nodded. "But like, sneaking down here like this? It's not very..."

Your face softened knowing what he meant and you hugged him. "I know."

He hugged you back.

"Just…one more night in here and then we can figure something out."

"Okay," he kissed your head.

And so it made him extremely nervous thinking about where the simple shower could lead. It’s not like he didn’t know how to do anything but he knew that it wasn’t like anything he’s ever seen on the internet. He remembered conversations he’d had with his friends about sex, so he knew what to do and what not to do, but when it came to the realm of you, he felt like he should know.

You pulled him into the bathroom of your room. He gulped when he saw you turn around to face him and press the symbol on your suit causing it to loosen on your body. You slipped out of it slowly with a face burning profusely. He watched you the entire time. Once the suit fell to the ground. He pressed the button on his suit and let it fall to the ground as well so you both were left in nothing but your undergarments.

You turned around revealing your back to him. “Can you…?”

“Y-yeah,” he replied and raised his shaky hands to the back of your bra and unlatched it. Your muscles visibly relaxed as you let the bra fall to the ground.

“Thank you,” you smiled and took off your underwear and Peter’s eyes went straight to your bum.

God, you were gorgeous.

He followed suit as you turned back around with your head down not expecting to be met with the sight of his length and you yelped slightly as you quickly brought your eyes back up.

Peter chuckled with his face. “If we’re gonna shower together, we’re gonna have to get used to seeing each other naked again.”

“Again,” you repeated. “Right…!”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want-”

“Trust me, I want to…I just…never showed anyone the current state of my body.”

Peter stepped closer to you, took your hands in his, and brought them up to his lips for a long moment which caused your face to burn even more…and the rest of your body.

“You’re beautiful,” he replied softly and he couldn’t wait to show you how beautiful later.

Soon enough you both stepped into the shower and began washing away the sweat from yourselves. Peter was done pretty quickly and was just enjoying the heat and pressure of the rain shower as he let his mind wander on how this night would even end. What if he was jumping to conclusions and you didn’t even want sex right now? What if you do and he wasn’t prepared for it? Fuck, did he bring a condom?

“Peter?” You asked and it pulled him from his thoughts. "Can you help me with my back?" You asked as you turned your back to him.

“Oh…!” Peter squeaked and then cleared his throat. “Yeah, sure!”

He took the loofah and began washing your back gently. When his fingers brushed against your skin you gasped softly at the feeling. He didn't realize until this moment just how…touch-starved you were and how touch-starved he was too. He both loved and hated how your body reacted to him. Hated it because its first instinct was to retract, but once it realized it was him it would relax and crave him. It was like a push-and-pull effect. He laid his free hand on your shoulder and a small and another quiet gasp escaped your lips as your skin jumped but then your senses gripped him in a matter of seconds. He stopped and removed his hands from you.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you respond. “Keep going…please.”

Peter pressed his lips together and then slowly went back to what he was doing and put his hand on your waist and instinctively you leaned back into him. You could feel his breathing in your ear. Both of your hearts raced in sync at the contact. He moved his hand gently to your torso and your abdomen reacted much like much like your waist did. Your back was to his front and you could feel everything. He didn’t move… mostly because he didn’t want to.

You both were in dangerous territory.

Your mind began to wonder into the deep lewd parts of your imagination and you played with the idea of how this would play out.

Peter gulps softly and whispers in your ear. "What do you want me to do, princess?"

His words go straight to your core and you bite your lip before you could let out a soft moan. You place a shaky hand over Peter's and guide it lower and lower and lower and lower. Peter's breath hitches as he feels his hand being cupped over your core.

You were soaked and it wasn't from the shower.

Peter obeys your silent command and begins rubbing soft circles on your sensitive bud. You squirm slightly at the feeling and you let out soft moans.

"Fuck (Y/N/N)," Peter says in your ear lowly. "You're really, really wet."

You moan and bite your lip as you close your eyes and lean your head back onto his shoulder. The way his voice says your name goes straight to your core again and he notices.

The sounds you were making were music to Peter's ears. He liked pleasing and pleasuring you and he shows it by moving his other hand to caress your chest. His fingers strum over your hardened bud as he kisses at your neck, immediately latching his mouth to your sweet spot.

"Peter…" you moan out softly as your hands look for something to grab onto.

He moans into your neck in response to the sound of his name on your lips. He picks up the pace with his fingers and you press yourself further against him as you moan. He removes himself from your neck with a pop sound and puts his lips to your earlobe.

"You like that?" He asks in a genuine tone and yet somehow it still came out so lewd.

"Y-yes," you respond with a struggle.

"Fuck. You're so beautiful, you know that? Such a pretty girl,"he replies. You let out a high-pitched moan as your legs tremble beneath you. Peter stops playing with your chest and wraps his arm around your torso as he keeps up his ministrations on your lower bud. "Don't worry, baby, I got you."

"I'm close," you manage to get out.

"Already?" Peter asks with a playful tone in his voice. "Damn."

"Shut up," you half giggle and half moan out.

He chuckles softly and kisses your cheek. "Does that mean I should…slow down?" He whispers the last part in your ear as his movements slow but his touch is still deep and sensual and hitting that right spot repeatedly.

"Oh, fuck…!" Your toes curl from under you and you could feel him smirk against your cheek.

"Hold on a little longer, princess," he says softly and sweetly as if he wasn't teasing you moments ago. "Can you do that for me?"

You bite your lip and nod.

God, you wanted to do this for so long. Especially when you came back into his life nearly a month ago. You just wanted him to kiss you, hold you, and be one with you right then and there and it was because of the pheromonal connection that you two had. You knew this by the way he was touching you. It truly was both a blessing and a curse.

"Peter…" you whine. "I'm gonna…"

You were knocked out of your lewd daydream when you felt Peter's fingers trace over the scars on your back. Your eyes fluttered open as your face burned in silent embarrassment from your dirty thoughts and the scenario you had going on in your head. You didn't even realize that Peter pulled away from you to finish your back. You only felt it when he touched your scars gently.

Meanwhile, Peter was caught up in the scars on your back. Some he recognized, others he didn't. And he didn't like that. He knew five years was a long time and that alot could happen, but something about those unrecognized scars worried him. One of them was particularly on the big and long side. They were almost unnoticeable on the surface level, but up close they were clear as day.

He was tracing his fingers along the particularly big and long scar on your back that concerned him. He knew that it wasn't a typical battle scar and that this was done to you by the hands of someone else by how it looked.

His fingers trembled slightly.

"Who…did this to you?" He asked softly.

You looked over your shoulder and noticed his concerned expression and clenched jaw. His eyes were narrowed hard at the scar.

Shit. You didn't want to lie to him…but you couldn't tell him the truth. Not yet anyway.

He caught onto your silence and took his hand away.

"I'm sorry,” He blinked rapidly. “ I won't pry."

"No, it's okay." You turned to him. “It happened four years ago. During a fight. In Malibu.”

“Malibu?”

“Yeah, I was in Malibu for a little bit.”

So that’s when he didn’t hear about you for a while.

“You said…a fight?”

“Yeah…” You trailed off thinking of the memory and shook your head to pull yourself from going to those thoughts and turned off the water. “But I’m okay now.”

You walked out of the shower and grabbed towels for the both of you. You tossed him one and then began drying yourself off. He walked over doing the same before wrapping the towel around his waist and leaning on the counter next to you as he crossed his arms over himself. You glanced at him and noticed how his biceps and triceps flexed at the action and you didn't miss the veins in his forearms that were very visible.

Your mind began wandering again and the tension between you two built up as you wrapped the towel around yourself.

You both paused for a second before speaking.

"Do you-" you both started. "You first-"

You both smiled and looked in different directions as you felt embarrassment but also some sort of relief.

"Ladies first," Peter smiled as he looked at you attentively.

You leaned your hands on the counter and chewed your lip. "I know we just got back together and all but…I kinda sorta really don't wanna wait to go all the way with you." You looked up and met eyes with him.

The energy shifted in the room and your senses were aimed at each other with a magnetic force.

He blinked his gaze away and chuckled softly as he looked at the ground for a second. You shifted your eyes away and turned your head feeling embarrassed but then you felt his fingers on your jaw gently. He turned your head to look at him and you saw his playful and lustful gaze.

Oh.

"I was thinking the same thing," he kissed your cheek "I'll be back." And with that, walked out of the bathroom and towards your bedroom.

You were tempted to follow him and his sweet ass. But you stayed put. Before he turned the corner out of view, he turned back and looked at you with a mischievous lustful look. And then you imagine him putting the fingers he was teasing you with in your lewd fantasy in his mouth tasting your essence. You blinked and nearly fell over as it went straight to your core again.

"God, get a grip," on his dick.

you mentally facepalmed yourself and focused on fixing your not-wash-and-go hair.

Peter came back fifteen minutes later with a pair of boxers on his hips and a smile on his face. You looked up at him as he walked over to you.

"Sorry, I took so long."

"It's okay," you smiled. "You just gotta make it up to me."

He smirked and picked you up bridal style as you let out a squeal and a giggle. He kissed your cheek and walked you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. You were met with a romantic ambiance that made your heart swell. You looked to see candles lit in different areas of the room, the bed prepared with the blankets moved off and a towel laid out and music softly playing through the speakers. You also didn't miss the sight of a set of web shooters on the end table and you looked up at Peter with a questioning but cheeky look.

"Didn't take you as the bondage type," you grinned.

His face burned. "That's….not why they're there," and he walked you over to the bed and laid you down and undid your towel.

He lifted one of your legs gently and held your ankle up to his lips as he kept eye contact with you. Your chest moved with your breathing and you looked up at him with a loving look in your eyes.

"You're a goddess," he said softly.

"Hate to break it to you but I'm not asgardian," you smiled.

Peter chuckled softly and rolled his eyes. "Just take the compliment," he began leaving a trail of kisses up your legs, thighs, tummy, between your chest, up your neck, and along your jaw until he reached your ear. He was in-between your thighs and you could feel how turned on he was through his fitted boxer briefs. Your leg was resting on his back as it was wrapped around his waist. You don't remember when your hands made their way to his muscular shoulders.

Your senses were blooming with each kiss he left on your body and the ghost of them still lingered on your skin. Your body felt like it was on fire and he didn't even do anything yet.

He pulled your earlobe between his teeth before he looked at you with a lustful look. You pushed up and locked your lips with his and he happily responded to it.

As you guys kissed your senses went haywire as if they were trying to pull you together. They were trying to pull you. You felt it, Peter felt it and you both knew you had to do something about it before you went absolutely insane.

"Wait," Peter pulled back looking at you and you looked at him almost offended. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked. "Because I also know that you can get caught up in a moment and act on impulse before you have a second to think about and I don't wanna take advantage of that."

You couldn't even be mad at him because of how sweet he was. You could resist, but how would you? You would resist, but how could you? Should you resist?

Absolutely not. Your senses answered that for you.

You nod in response.

"Mm-mm," He pressed his lips together with his eyes squinted disapprovingly and shook his head. "I need to hear you say it."

Peter began kissing down your bare neck and you rolled your head back closing your eyes at the feeling.

"Say it," he commanded into your ear lowly. "Say it, or I'll stop right now."

You gulped thickly and whined softly. How could you speak when he's taking the ability to right from under you?

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked softly and genuinely.

"N-no," you stuttered softly as your senses buzzed. "I-i want this. I want you, please."

You could feel him smile against your cheek and he kissed your cheek longingly for a moment. He already knew what your answer was going to be because he could sense and smell how much you wanted to. And he was more than happy to oblige.

"That's my pretty girl."

His words went straight to your core and his lips went straight to your neck again. He worked his way down and kissed at your hardened buds for a moment before continuing down your body. He lowered himself to his knees in between your legs and looked up at you. He wrapped his arms around your thighs holding them open as he looked at your sex.

He licked his lips as you leaned up on your elbows to look at him.

"If you're going to ask permission, you don't need it for the rest of the night," you stated with a hint of impatience in your voice.

Peter smiled and dragged his tongue along your core slowly like he was savoring a taste he would never experience ever again. You tensed as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you gasped out a moan. He then went to work. His tongue licked around you and you swore it was the best feeling you ever felt.

You tried pulling away from the overwhelming feeling but at the same time your hand flew to his head as your fingers interlocked with his curls that you loved so much. That was all the signal he needed to know that he was doing it right.

Once he got more comfortable, he removed one of his arms from around your thigh and slipped a finger into you and began pumping it slowly which elicited a rather lewd sound from you. With his other arm around your thigh he gently rubbed circles into your skin to keep you relaxed as he added another finger into you.

Meanwhile, he kept his tongue busy as it swirled every which way on your lovebud before sucking hard on it. You arched your back off the bed and grip his hair harder causing a groan from him. He picked up the speed with his fingers pumping inside of you and he could hear how wet you were.

"P-peter…!" you moaned.

You tasted sweet and Peter decided you were his favorite scent and flavor. He could eat you up all night if you'd let him. He couldn't tell if it was the pheromones or the fact that he's sex-starved but damn he couldn't get enough and it showed by how harshly he was eating you out.

"Fuck, Peter…!" You exclaimed.

He kept it up. If you weren't so wet he would have licked you clean of your essence, but your body kept giving him more and more and more.

It was making him insatiable.

"P-peter, I'm close…" you somehow manage to say almost incoherently.

He lift his head with a pop as he added a third finger and rubbed your bud with his thumb,

"You wanna come, princess?"

"Yes, please…" you whine and look down at him and try pushing his head back down.

He chuckled softly. "Okay, baby, as you wish." And his tongue was back on your core.

He pumped his fingers faster and sucked harshly on your bud until your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You let out a loud moan of his name as you released all over his tongue as you saw stars.

He didn't waste a single drop, as he milked you for all you hand.

He lifted his head off of you with a smile as he removed his finger from your hole. You worked on catching your breath and he climbed on top of you. You looked up at him as he held up the three fingers he used to pump you with. He wiggled them, pressed them together and then pulled them apart to show you how your wetness coated his fingers. His lips were also coated in your essence.

He looked you deeply in the eyes and put his middle and ring finger in his mouth as he sucked your essence off of them slowly. Your face burned as your eyes widened.

He smirked and held his index finger to your mouth. You parted your lips and he set his finger on your tongue. You could taste your sweetness and you wrapped your lips around his finger. Peter watched you with hooded lust-blown eyes and it turned you on even more.

You opened your mouth again and wrapped your tongue around his finger as you stared into his gaze seductively. He then removes his finger from your mouth and kisses you deeply. It wasn’t long before your tongues were intertwined and you could taste yourself in his mouth.

You found yourself wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer to you, wanting to feel him inside of you. Your hands made their way into his hair again as you let out a needy whine.

"Peter…please," you breathed out. "I want to feel all of you."

"Okay," he pulled back for a moment and pecked your lips a few times. "I just need a moment."

You nodded and he stood up and looked to the end table and grabbed the condom pack from under the web shooters. He tore it open with his teeth and then rolled the condom onto his hard length. He hoped you didn't notice his shaky hands.

He didn't understand why he was so nervous. It's not like you guys didn't have sex before, but that was years ago. Many, many suns and moons ago. This was different because you're older and wiser and know what you want.

He climbed back over you and gulped as he looked down at you. You could sense his nervousness and you searched his eyes for a moment. You cradled his face and he visibly relaxed at your gentle touch.

"You okay?"

He pressed his lips together. "It's been a while since we did this and it makes me nervous. I don't know why. I-I just …don't wanna hurt you."

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him and he kissed back as you rested your hands on his bare, strong shoulders. Your senses did they're usual rotations as your lips moved in harmony.

You pulled back for a moment with your lips centimeters apart. Your eyes meet each other's loving gaze. "You could never hurt me, Peter."

He looked at you lovingly for a moment before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Your heart fluttered as your eyes closed at the sweet gesture. He looked down at you again.

"Okay," he breathed out. "Are you ready?"

"Mhm," you smiled and wrapped your legs around his waist loosely.

He nodded and looked down as he pushed into you slowly. You threw your head back with a gasp just as he did the same. He then leaned his forehead against yours and looked deeply into your eyes as he pushed himself into you, stopping every so often to let you adjust before moving again until he bottomed out in you.

He filled you perfectly.

He brushed his thumb along the apple of your cheek and your temple endearingly. "You okay, baby?"

You nodded as you snake your arms under his and lay your hands on his shoulder blades. His skin reacted slightly to your gentle touch.

He smiled softly before he slowly began moving in and out of you causing you to moan. As he got more comfortable and gained more confidence, Peter began to pick up the pace.

Your legs trembled around his waist as he pumped his hard length into you. You could feel everything. His mushroom tip and veiny shaft rubbing against your velvety walls deliciously. He wasn't too big nor was he too small for you. He fit perfectly like a puzzle piece. The stretch didn't hurt and the adjustment process didn't take long. It was like he belonged there.

It was all so sweet, deep and sensual and it felt amazing. He was treating you so well with the way he made sure to hold eye contact, checking up on you and treating you like the most precious thing in the world.

Your eyes rolled back and you bit your lip as your senses hummed. Your entire body reacted.

"Fuck, (Y/N)," Peter started. "You look gorgeous like this."

"Peter…" you moaned and fluttered around him.

"Yeah," he moaned. "Just like that," He slid his hands into yours as he began kissing at your neck and moving at a sensual pace. You held his hands back as you let out soft breathy moans. He removed his lips from your neck and leaned his forehead on yours again. Your bodies are pressed together, chest to chest, heart to heart. "That's my pretty girl."

You felt and heard yourself getting wetter as his words went straight to your core. He noticed and chuckled with a smirk in amusement, blushed danced across his face and a glint of endearing love mixed with mischievous lust in his eyes.

"You always did like pet names," he said lowly with a light teasing tone. "Don't you, princess?"

Your face burned as a whimper escaped you. Cheeky Bastard knew what he was doing and it was the hottest thing in the fucking world.

"Use your words, babygirl," he sang softly in your ear.

"Peter…!"

"Yes, darling?"

You couldn't tell if this was mean or if this was endearing. He chuckled at your knowing silence and pecked your lips a few times. He continued to rock his hips into you as you held the gaze of his dark eyes.

"You don't need to say anything, sweetheart," he cooed with a genuine tone. "Your body speaks for you."

If there is a Lord please have mercy because the way your walls gripped onto him caused the most beautiful blissful expression you have ever seen when he pulled his body up slightly to lean on his elbows.

"Fuck," Peter bit his lip with his eye closed for a steady moment as he kept moving in you. "So tight."

You wanted to say something witty. You wanted to start a flirty banter with him just you could tease each other playfully and sexually, but with the way he was speaking, emoting, and fucking you was so good you couldn't find a single thought to voice but his name.

You knew the reason he was so confident was because he knew your basics already. You knew you both had sex before years ago because of your memory dreams and how your body accepted him so easily (that could be the DNA though). The fact that he had this advantage of knowledge over you turned you on even more.

You loved it and wished you could stay like this forever.

"Peter, I…" You managed to get out. "I'm gonna-...I'm close…"

"Yeah?" He asked. "Me too."

He picked up the pace which caused you both to moan a little louder. Your legs trembled as your climax was rising and you snaked your arms under his as you pulled him close to you. You looked into each other's eyes with your foreheads pressed together and voices harmonizing the song of pleasure.

"Come with me, baby," Peter commanded softly.

You nodded and let yourself release with a loud moan and he followed suit soon after. Your senses exploded like fireworks and you swore if he wasn't wearing a condom the feeling would be intensified. He pumped you two through your climax until you both had everything milked out of you. He relaxed his body onto you with his head nuzzled into the pillow. You wrapped your arms around his torso, buried your face into his hair, and kissed his head longingly as you both basked in your sweet and blissful afterglow.

in this part of the chapter please proceed with caution

After two more rounds of love-making, you both were lying on the bed basking in the presence of each other. You had fallen asleep after your hour-long loving with Peter. You were lying on your side and facing him with your arms tucked under your face. Your mouth hung open slightly and you were on the verge of starting to snore. Peter was watching you sleep lovingly as he gazed at your figure that was covered by the Joy Division shirt that he was wearing earlier. He watched as your breathing had your body rise and fall rhythmically. Peter always loved your body, but not in the sense of attraction or desire (but he did love that too), but in the sense that your body said so much about you.

Your body told a story and Peter spent every moment he could to read it.

Your flexible feet. A dancer.

Your calloused fingers. A musician.

The bruises on your knees. A skater.

The scars on your back. A fighter.

And of course, the dark marks Peter’s teeth left on your skin. A lover.

His lover.

He loved everything about you. From the stretch marks on your thighs, bum, and tummy to the battle scars on your arms, back, and legs, and the other “blemishes” that make you perfectly you.It was a story that only he could read, explore and appreciate. And he would do it over and over and over again if you'd let him.

Peter smiled as he noticed your brows furrow slightly. You must be dreaming. He was tempted to press his thumb to the area in the center of your brows and stroked it softly to straighten them out. As his eyes scanned over your features, he noticed the scar on your temple from that day five years ago at the statue. Nothing but a scratch, my ass, he thought and smiled to himself. He instinctively brushed his thumb over it light and your eyes fluttered open at the feeling.

"Hey,” you smiled at him.

"Hi," he smiled back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, it’s fine, really,” you stretched and yawned and adjusted yourself on the bed so that your body was lying flat on the bed on your tummy. You tucked your arms under your cheek still looking at Peter. “How long was I asleep for?”

“About thirty minutes,” he replied. “It’s almost four in the morning.”

“Damn,” you giggled. “Guess I’m taking the rest of the weekend off.”

“As long as it’s with me,” Peter leaned over and pecked your nose and your smile grew. “How are you feeling?”

“In what sense?”

“Every.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed in thought before speaking. “Mentally, amazing. Emotionally, amazing. Physically, sore and tired but in a good way. Sexually, very, very pleased.” Peter blushed which caused you to giggle. “What about you?”

“The same,” he smiled softly as he rested his head on his hand with his elbow propped up on the bed.

You smile at him in response. “Good,” you hesitate for a moment before speaking again. “Hey, Pete?”

“Hm?”

“What was our first time like?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” Peter looked up in thought for a moment with a thin-lipped smile on his face. “Sloppy, awkward, terrifying, we had ourselves freaked out about it for a week.”

You snorted and then laughed. “Oh Really?”

“Yeah, we were afraid of getting caught.”

“Did we ever get caught?”

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckled. “At least a handful of times because we thought the compound was the best place to do it. Basically everyone knew besides your dad at the time.”

“Who caught us?”

“The first time it was Dr. Cho, thankfully, who told us the proper way to be safe about it, even though we thought we were. The second time it was Steve, Bucky, and Sam. That didn’t go over as well but it ended with Natasha and Wanda finding out which led the word to get around to everyone but Mr. Stark.”

“Jeez,” you replied softly. “Did my dad ever find out?”

Peter shook his head. “No. if he did, he never said anything to us.”

“There’s no way he didn’t know,” You replied. “Someone must have stopped him from murdering us both.”

Peter snorted. “Or he recognized our deep love for each other.”

“Pfft, that wouldn’t have stopped him,” You laughed.

“True,” Peter took your hand and kissed the back of your hand softly.

Your face burned at the sweet gesture and you gave his hand an endearing squeeze.

“You seemed nervous earlier,�� you stated.

“I was,” he replied. “It’s been a while since I had sex.”

“How long?”

“...Five years.”

You looked at him with wide eyes and a jaw dropped. “Really?!”

“Yeah,” he shifted nervously with a blush on his cheeks. “I-I just….it didn’t feel right if it wasn’t with you. It’s not like I didn’t try when Gwen tried to hook me up with someone, but I just…couldn’t. It would’ve felt like I wronged you or something.”

You pouted. “Peter…”

He smiled at you reassuringly. “It’s okay, I knew this day would come. With us back in each other’s lives. If you didn’t feel the same way about me, I would’ve worked on moving on and just being happy with you as a friend.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile of understanding. You knew you would’ve been the same way.

“What about you?” he asked.

You sighed and looked forward to your headboard. “Three years. I was with a guy, but he was a raging asshole and a dickwad so…yeah…”

Peter rolled over so he could lay on his tummy and have your sides pressed against each other with his chin resting on his forearm. He laced his fingers into yours gently. He was going to say something until he saw something that made his heart sink. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed it before but they don’t stand out too much. Much like your back, there were scars on your wrists but there was a particularly long and deep one. He gently took your other hand and looked at that one to see the same thing.

You noticed and looked away. “And he was also the sole reason for those…um…” your voice cracked slightly and you swallowed hard. “...Not my proudest battle scars.”

“(Y/N)...”

“Don’t worry,” You replied and looked at him with a reassuring smile. “I’m better now. Dr.Cho helped me with skin grafting so they wouldn’t be so obvious. One day I’ll get them removed but right now they’re here.”

Peter frowned and stroked his thumb over the scar and kept his tears in check. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t…” you started. “Don’t do that.”

“Hm?”

“Blame yourself. Don’t do that. This isn’t your fault. The only one at fault is him.” You kissed his cheek. “You in my dreams…was one of the reasons I held on. There’s more to the story but I’m not exactly ready to share it just yet.”

Peter nodded and picked up both of your wrists and kissed each healing wound on them and then let his lips linger longer on the longer ones and then placed your hands on his warm cheeks. Your heart swelled at the act and you looked at him with so much love filling your emotions.

“I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you like that ever again.”

You stroke your fingers on his cheeks and then lean in and kiss him deeply.

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