#idek about this one but it’s fine ig so I’m reposting idk😭

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Soulmate [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Everyone is born with a tattoo on their body. There’s only one other person in the world with the same tattoo - your Soulmate. What happens when you see Peter’s tattoo?

warnings: sorry about that summary you guys know i’m not good at those oof, smut (mild tho), swearing probably, awkward moments as always

word count: 2.5k

-this is a repost of an old fic-

Who knew Peter looked like that under all those science pun shirts?

You’re at Flash Thompson’s pool party, so you have no idea who invited Peter but you’re glad they did.

With Peter’s skin glistening in the golden-hour sun, and the slightest fuzz trailing down from his belly button to his swimming trunks, you’re more than slightly distracted.

It’s Flash who pulls you from your inappropriate thoughts, “Looks like Peter’s got a tramp stamp,” he laughs while Peter pulls his shorts further up, bashful but still managing a laugh to make it less awkward.

He’s about to make another comment, but you get up to join the boys at the pool and push Flash into the water. Peter throws you a grateful smile.

You take a peek at his back, however his arms are folded behind himself. You’re interested in what his Soulmate tattoo looks like.

You already know it‘s not going to be the same as yours, and your history proves it.

A year ago he asked you out on a date.

You always thought he was cute, so you said yes and he took you to a nice restaurant.

It all went downhill from there.

He was sweating and fidgeting the whole time and at first it seemed like he was just nervous, but after a while it just came across as though he didn’t even want to be there. Your feeling was confirmed when he left with a dumb excuse before the food had even arrived.

You’re disappointed to this day that it didn’t work out. But he never properly apologised so you’ve been led to think he never liked you enough in the first place.

It’s a hard pill to swallow when you’re still kind of into him.

He sends very mixed signals, too. You were on speaking terms again a few weeks after the so-called-date, only because you had such a similar friend group and saw each other at college constantly. No need to create unnecessary drama or awkwardness.

You‘d be talking about biology or maths and when you were finished with the topic he‘d suddenly ask what your favourite bread is just to keep the conversation going (which hardly ever worked with his random questions, but at least he made you laugh).

It‘s cute. But he‘s not doing enough for you to go out with him, after he was the one who left you alone on a date that he asked you to go on. So you‘re friends.

But then again, thinking about seeing a tattoo on Peter’s body that doesn‘t match yours stings a little.

You’ll probably have to accept it one day though. The odds of you and Peter being Soulmates are basically non-existent.

At first you weren’t  even sure if you were up for dating someone if they’re not your Soulmate. Finding your Soulmate at such a young age is very unusual though, so on the other hand you may as well have fun during the years that you haven’t found them yet.

And except for that one date you‘ve always had fun when you were around Peter.

Flash, splashing water on Peter from the pool now, is still annoying Peter, “I love Spider-Man. Everyone knows that. But even I wouldn‘t get a tattoo. Especially not on my ass.”

Wait, a Spider-Man tattoo? It can‘t be what you think it is.

“It‘s actually on his back,” Ned says, defending Peter.

The banter is forgotten once more people join Flash in the pool and Peter and Ned jump in too.

While Peter does a cannonball into the water you steal a glance at his back and, really - it‘s the same Spiderweb that covers the space between your boobs, currently covered up by the frill of your bikini.

Your heart stops for a solid five seconds.

Another glance to the middle of Peter’s back confirms it. It’s the same tattoo that you see in the mirror every day.

A boy crashes into you, apologising, but then laughing when he sees where you’re looking, “Too distracted staring at Peter’s ass, huh?”

Peter turns to you and you look down, “Uh, no..”

You have no words.

You’ve found your actual Soulmate.

At such a young age, too.

He calls out to you to finally come into the pool and you ease your way in, bending down to sit at the edge of it, cooling your legs first and then your whole body slides it.

Peter splashes your upper body with water and you rub your eyes, looking down at your now wet bikini top.

“Oh, sorry, are you okay?” Peter asks.

How do you do this? How do you tell your Soulmate... that he’s your Soulmate?

“Uh, yeah, just a bit tired. I don’t know if I should be swimming.”

He looks so flawless with his wet hair hanging over his forehead. Maybe you should just ask him if he wants to go out with you?

“I’ll go out with you,” he says.

Did you say that out loud? “S-sorry, what?”

“We can get out of the water if you‘re too tired, I’ll go with you.”

You get your towels, sitting on the outside-sofas in the luxurious garden.

“Is that your Soulmate tattoo?” you ask.

“On my back? Yeah. I don’t have any other tattoos,” he smiles, his eyes darting to various parts of your body, perhaps looking for your tattoo, to compare it to his?

“But I‘m not sure if I believe in the whole Soulmate thing,” he continues.

Your shoulders slump, “What do you mean?”

“If I met someone with the same tattoo, then sure, I‘d believe they‘re my Soulmate. But I believe that there are also other people you‘re compatible with, even if they don‘t have the same tattoo, you know?”

“Is there someone you‘re seeing, whose tattoo doesn‘t match yours?

“Oh, no - no, I’m not seeing anyone. What about you?”

“Me neither.”

Peter looks comfortable on his towel but you can’t wait anymore. You sit up and offer him a hand, “Can you come with me? I want to show you something.”

He doesn’t hesitate to link your hands, “Where to?”

You wordlessly walk him upstairs into the first bathroom you find. It’s luxurious, spacy and has shiny marble everywhere.

He’s facing you and in the mirror behind him you look at the spiderweb one last time, assuring yourself that it’s the same as yours.

People stare at your boobs way too much anyway, a tattoo right between them makes it all the more an attraction. So you usually opt for bikini tops that cover up a little more. Today it’s been a nuisance, hiding the fact that you’re Soulmates from Peter.

You take a short breath, grab the sides of your bikini top, and pull it over your head.

“Woah,” Peter says, looking up, throwing his hands over his eyes.

You giggle, “Peter, you can look.”

He sneaks a peek from behind his fingers, glancing at your boobs. You’re pushing them up, only so he can see the tattoo better of course.

But his eyes close again, “I promise you can look. I want you to see.”

He licks his lips and opens his eyes, looking into yours then downwards. His eyes go wide when he discovers what you want him to see, jerking around to look at his back in the mirror.

“I have the same tattoo!” he says, pointing to himself.

“I know!” you grin.

“So that means we’re-”

“Yes!”

Both of you lean forward, meeting in a kiss, first he misses your lips, delivering a kiss to your nose. You both grin through it, and soon your lips are touching, more smiling against each other, than a proper kiss, but right now you couldn’t care less.

“Woah,” he repeats.

“I know,” you repeat back.

“Can I see the tattoo again?”

“Mhm,” you nod, your hands still cupping your boobs. You realise you don’t know why you’re still doing it and let go, your hands coming together behind your back, and you push your chest out a little more.

Peter licks his lips, “Can I touch them?”

“O’course.”

He’s a bit clumsy with it but you can’t blame him. First his fingers trace your tattoo, smiling up at you.

His thumbs massage your nipples, and you involuntarily sigh out of pleasure, ready to be embarrassed, but Peter pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You’re beautiful.”

“You too,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, your chests pressed together.

“These are beautiful,” he mumbles, looking down at your boobs, your hearts hammering against each other.

You get lost in kissing for a few minutes, resting your forehead against his to catch a breath.

“This is so..,” Peter combs a hand through his hair, breaking out in a smile, “I’ve hit the fucking jackpot.”

You’re about to return the compliment, but he continues, “I know I never apologised for it, the date I took you on last year. It was terrible, I know, I was too embarrassed to talk about it again. I-I didn’t know-”

“Don‘t apologise. I get that you were nervous, it‘s okay. Taking your Soulmate on a date is a bit nerve racking, right?” you both chuckle.

“Yeah, it is. Maybe I had an inkling back then. No, but really, I want to apologise. It was terrible. I guess I could explain it now. I was only so distracted because I had something really important to do, I- I’m Spider-Man.”

Your jaw hangs open.

“I know it sounds ironic because of the tattoo - but especially in the beginning it actually helped me a lot, with coping with this responsibility. I‘m not saying I‘m the chosen one or anything, but it shows me that it happened for a reason - me being bitten by a Spider and me having a spiderweb tattoo..”

You still can’t get a word out.

“So yeah, that‘s the reason I was acting so weird on that date, cause I had an important job and there were these criminals I had to catch but I still wanted to go on the date with you and I just ended up ruining every-”

“Don‘t worry about it. I get it now,” you say, “Do you want to leave? Just go somewhere where it can be just us two,” you can’t wait to find out more about him, still too shocked to talk about the fact that your Soulmate is an Avenger.

“I‘d love to. I know this really nice restaurant, or maybe we can just go for a walk- or I have films we can watch-” he pauses when he notices you staring at him, “W-what?”

“Honestly, I‘m the one who’s hit the jackpot. I don‘t care what we do, as long as I‘m with you.”

You peck his cheek and put your bikini top back on, opening the door to leave.

“Um- I’ll be out in a minute,” Peter says.

“Everything o-” you notice how his hand is covering the front part of his swimming shorts, “-oh.” You walk back into the bathroom and lock the door, moving his hand off his bulge.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I saw - and touched - your boobs and the whole situation is so exciting. It just.. happened,” you shush him by kissing him, your tongue pushing his lips open, him pushing you up against the counter and lifting you onto it by your thighs.

Surprised by his strength, you pull back.

“Being Spider-Man has quite a few advantages..”

You peck his jaw and jump off the counter again, “Actually I was thinking we could..” you turn toward the mirror and lean your forearms on top of the counter, your ass stretched out behind you.

He swallows, holding his hands up, “I’m not doing anything until you tell me what exactly you’re expecting right now.”

“I- I don‘t know how comfortable that is for you, but you could stand behind me and- um… just rub yourself against my ass,” you’ve never done anything like this, so you have no idea what he likes.

“That will definitely be comfortable- just let me know if you want to stop anytime.”

“Sure,” you jut your hips out only a bit more.

His hands travel over your ass, looking at you through the mirror, still smiling, adoring you. You bite your lip and look downward with a smile.

“Don’t be shy, I promise you don’t have to be shy around me, ever,” Peter kisses the back of your neck.

You move your ass back a few inches to get him to start, and feel how hard he is for the first time. That was your doing. You have no problem looking up at him through the mirror now.

He begins moving back and forth, grinding himself against you and his eyes flutter shut after only a few seconds, opening again to look at you. To admire you.

You can see his eyes on your ass, going up your spine, and then looking you right in the eyes through the mirror, gaze shifting down to your boobs every now and then.

His hands are gripping your hips, cock rubbing against your ass through his shorts. His breathing becomes laboured as he licks his lips, biting his lower lip.

Just as you look back at him, his eyes fall shut and he mumbles something, praising you with a moan. You continue to watch him through the mirror, noting how sexy he looks when he cums.

(That’s your Soulmate, damn)

As he slows down, you look a bit more downward, so he won’t have to feel embarrassed that you were shamelessly staring at him while he came.

He breathes in and out once, looking at you from behind, “Did you cum?” he asks.

Aw.

You turn around to him completely, “Uh,” you bite back a smile, “No..” he was rubbing up against your pussy very slightly, but it definitely wasn’t enough.

His shoulders slump ever so slightly, and there’s a hint of a pout at his lips.

“But don‘t worry, we‘ve got our whole lives to teach you how to make me cum,” the words tumble out of your mouth before you can actually think it through.

Yes, you‘re Soulmates, but surely there are exceptions where it doesn‘t work out for couples nevertheless.

But Peter’s answer is instant, “Yes we do. Can’t wait to become an expert at it,” he says, hands cupping your cheeks and kissing you.

“Okay, now I‘ll really only be a minute, let me clean up, I‘ll meet you in the kitchen.”

“See you there.”

You say goodbye to everyone with a smile and gather all your belongings and get dressed, meeting Peter in the kitchen.

It’s as if you’re in front of a mirror when you look at Peter, him grinning from ear to ear, you’re not sure whose smile is wider.

His eyes seem to light up the whole world.

The realisation has just hit. This is your Soulmate. You’ve found your actual Soulmate. And it’s none other than Peter Benjamin Parker.

He takes your hand and you two leave the house.

You don’t have a plan on where you’re going yet. But it’s like you said, you have your whole lives.

And you get to spend it together with your Soulmate.