#that neon hoodie...he's so embarassing

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[lurafita]

Obsession Chapter 4 part A

Very short chapter, just to warn you upfront. The fouth chapter isn’t finished yet, but I won’t be able to write a lot in the comming days. So I thought I would at least post the first part of it, to let you know I haven’t forgotten or dropped the story. Thanks in advance for reading! And tell me if you want to be added to the tag list (or if you have already told me, but I somehow forgot to tag you for this part) :-)

Previous parts:

Prolouge: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184483191964/obsession-prologe

Chapter 1: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184510347369/obsession-chapter-1

Chapter 2: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184622702054/obsession-chapter-2

Chapter 3: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184813989374/obsession-chapter-3

“Okay, how about this one?”

Peter asked, as he held yet another science pun shirt up into the camera of his propped up phone, waiting for his friends’ verdict.

The two small chat windows on the screen showed their less than impressed reactions. MJ rolled her eyes and Ned shook his head.

“Pete, you are my brother from another mother, but if you go on a date with Tony Stark in one of your dorky t-shirts, we can no longer be friends.”

Peter’s face did it’s best to imitate a tomato.

“It’s not a date! He is just taking me to his tailor to get me a suit for this charity event.”

The young woman side eyed him through the camera.

“Dressing you up for a date, then. It’s like a pre-date. Which means you can’t wear this.” She pointed to the shirt with an expression of mild disgust and Peter let it drop to the floor in defeat.

“I still can’t belive the Tony Stark rescued you from being mugged! And then asked you on a date! It’s like… What even is your life, dude?”

The brunette buried his head in his hands, groaning and muttering “Not a date.” He was ignored.

“It’s his twink energy. He looks totally unassuming at first glance, but then he points those bambi eyes at you and that’s it. It’s this weird vibe of adorable little puppy in a sex kitten package, and you either want to smother him in hugs, or fuck him through the mattress.”

Both Peter and Ned looked at their female friend with varying degrees of shock. Ned was the first to respond to her.

“Talking from experience there, MJ? Do I need to be jealous?”

As was the young womans go-to response, she rolled her eyes.

“I was quoting the latest comment on one of your losers food fetish videos. don’t worry babe, I only have eyes for you.”

She blew him a kiss. He grinned at her.

“Good to know. But just so you know, I’m not opposed to watching, if you ever want to ‘fuck Pete through the mattress’.”

She scoffed.

“Don’t be ridiculous. If Stark doesn’t tap that, we’ll screw him together.”

They both smirked at each other, and Peter was about to pass out from embarassment.

“Guys, please! Can you do your ‘torture the virgin’ routine another time? You know, when I’m not in desperate need of fashion advise and on a time limit?”

The last part sounded a tiny bit hysterical, so his friends took pity on him.

“When is Mr. Stark picking you up?”

“In less than an hour! Help me!”

“Peter, calm down. This isn’t this complicated. Put on the white shirt aunt May got you for our highschool graduation. Since you have hardly done any growing after you turned fifteen, it should still fit.”

Peter shot her a dirty look for the comment about his height, but obidiently trekked back to his closet and dug through his assortment of geeky/nerdy tops, until he finally found what Michelle was referring to. He yanked it out triumphantly.

“Okay! Got it! Thanks so much, MJ!”

He lost no time stripping off his hoodie and shrugging on his graduation shirt, that indeed, still fit.

“Hold up, nerd. We are not done. Take your pants off.”

Ned gaped and Peter almost flinched.

“What? Are we back in threesome territory all of a sudden?”

“Don’t get cute with me, Parker. One, you are not wearing those tattered, washed out jeans with that shirt. And two, we need to do a panties check.”

Tomato face Parker, there ws a new potential nickname.

“I-I-I’m not wearing panties, okay?!”

He very manfully ignored Ned’s muttered “Maybe you should.” and went on stuttering.

“And it’s not like To-Ton- Mr. Stark is going to see my underwear!”

Cue MJ’s patented eyeroll.

“You are going to a tailor, so yes, there is a more than average chance that Stark is going to see your underwear. Now, pants off, chop chop.”

Mortified, Peter did.

Little did the three know, that someone had been following their private conversation from the start.

Eyes fixed on the holo screen his phone was projecting into the air, Tony watched enraptured as a clearly embarrassed Peter struggled out of his jeans with as much dignity as possible.

Cloning the young student’s phone had truly been a stroke of genius.

It had only been the day before yesterday that he had ‘saved’ the cute brunette from Diego and his gang. He had wasted no time the next day to make an appointment with his favorite tailor, Alfonse, for Peter, and then text his darling about it. (Since Peter kept a meticulous schedule of all his classes, tutoring sessions and work shifts in his phone’s calender, it had been easy for Tony to find a time in which Peter would definitely be free.)

Telling Pepper that she had to arrange a huge charity gala for him and his plus one to attend on such short notice, had not gone as smoothly. His P.A. was sending him death glares every chance she got. He would give her a substantial raise for her trouble. But this wasn’t something the billionaire wanted to think about right now. Not with the tantalizing view in front of him.

Pale, smooth, slim but still toned looking legs as far as the eye could see. Tony suspected that neither the holo screen nor Peter’s ancient phone’s camera, were doing his sweetheart justice, and he couldn’t help his physical reaction to the thought of seeing the naked skin for real.

Soon.

At the tailor’s. In his home. On his bed. Wrapped around his-

He had to stop. He was not getting an erection in the backseat of his limosine, watching his soon to be boyfriend skyping with his friends, a block away from Peter’s apartment complex.

This was a first for him. Being early for something. He usually enjoyed being fashionably late to pretty much any appointment, party, or meeting that came along.

But the thought of having Peter in close proximity again… He just hadn’t been able to contain himself.

Happy, his driver, was unsurprisingly not thrilled with the prospect of sitting in the car for another 40 minutes, until it was actually time to pick up Tony’s date, and had gone to a nearby vendor to get himself and his boss some coffee.

Not that Tony minded.

He was greatly entertained with watching his sweetheart try on different articles of clothing on behest of his two best friends. (He had not been thrilled with the other two students suggesting a threesome with Peter, but as it had clearly been a joke meant to tease Peter, he discarded the immediate desire to make them disappear. Also, since their little banter had led to Tony finding out that Peter was still a virgin…  Tony would be his first. And his last.)

And since they had now graduated to underwear…

Peter was wearing a loose pair of boxer shorts, which in Tony’s opinion, was truly tragic. They did absolutely nothing for what the billionaire just knew had to be a delectable ass. And as he watched the woman, Emnay? DJ?, bully the younger man into another, tighter pair of dark briefs, he couldn’t help but agree with Peter’s other friend, Ed,.. Ted? His darling would look delicious in some silky, lacy panties.

Maybe he could talk to Alfonse about it. Maybe if Peter were made to believe that a high quality suit required a form fitting type of underwear…

He stopped this train of thought when his dick twitched in happy anticipation.

Not yet.

Not yet.

But soon.

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tbc

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[katonica]

Please Hide Me, this is embarassing

Marinette stared at what Alya had given her. “Alya... Isn’t this a bit too-”

“No, you agreed to let me dress you for a day so instead of your normal pink getup, it’s time for a new style.” Alya crossed her tan arms, squinting at her best friend. 

Marinette picked up the neon green skirt and hoodie. “Alya, this is basically a Chat Noir costume.”

“And you’ve defended Chat Noir from being called a sidekick more times than I can count! C’mon, wear it for me... Please?” Marinette groaned as she begrudgingly nodded her head, glaring as she took off her pajamas and traded it for the black shirt and hoodie.

She froze as she heard a jingle. “Alya, does this hoodie have a bell?” Her best friend nodded excitedly. “Damn it.” She slid on the skirt and moved to wear the long thigh high socks, only to feel something touch her legs. 

“Alya! A tail too?!” Alya only giggled at her friend’s distress. “Alya, Adrien’s going to see me like this!”

“Even better!”

“Alya!” 

“Wear your socks and sneakers. School starts in half an hour.” Marinette grumbled curses under her breath as she wore the shoes. Hitching up the hood to cover her face, she shooed Alya away. 

“I’ll see you downstairs. I need to grab a few things.” Her friend nodded and ran down the stairs, greeting Tom and Sabine.

Tikki flew out. “Marinette, you look adorable!”

“Tikki!” Marinette hissed, narrowing her eyes at the kwami as she spoke again. “It’s true, Marinette! You look so cute!” 

“Marinette honey, time to go to school! Alya’s waiting by the front door!”

Marinette watched Tikki fly into her pouch, grabbed her backpack, and ran down the stairs.

They never even made it to school. Before they crossed the street to the school, Alya and Marinette turned around when they heard the screaming from the firehouse. A man made of fire appeared, grinning like a maniac as he set the firetruck on fire. 

How ironic, she thought. Marinette’s first move was to run off to transform, but she realized that Alya had a death grip on her arm. Damn it.

“Alya, you mind letting go of me?”

Her friend turned around, her phone in hand. 

“And let you run off again? No way!”

Marinette only hoped that Chat Noir was around.

Adrien transformed quickly, running towards the burning car. The fire would hit the oil soon and he needed to clear the area. Sprinting towards the crowd around the fires, he quickly grabbed them away, only escaping from the explosion a few seconds later.

The entire time, Chat Noir looked around for his partner, along with Hawkmoth and Alya. 

Marinette sensed her friend was distracted and felt the grip loosen and she bolted, yelling the transformation code as she sprinted towards an alley.

Ladybug swung in, using her lucky charm to douse the man with the fire extinguisher and destroy the akumatized item, then rushing off before Chat could even talk to her because she needed to get to Alya before the girl realized Marinette was missing.

Alya swung around and stared at Marinette in shock. “Dude, she ditched Chat Noir! Holy-” Marinette covered the girl’s mouth before she could curse. 

“Watch your language!” Alya rolled her eyes before licking Marinette’s hand, causing her to squeal.

Alya’s phone rang before Marinette could tackle her. “Mom? Yes, oh, okay.” She hung up. “Sorry, Marinette. Mom wants me to home since the school just closed. See ya!” She waved Marinette goodbye as she ran off. Marinette stuttered as she watched her friend, that had been so insistent on her getting to school in the outfit disappear just like that.

Then the Ladyblogger peeked around the wall, grinning as Marinette stood at the same place as before. “And you’re wearing that outfit again for school tomorrow. Adrien will see you in it.”

Fuck.

Marinette sighed, without knowing that Chat Noir was still searching for Ladybug. He ran around the area, scoping the vicinity for anyone like the masked heroine. 

Marinette hid her face as she saw Chat running around, hoping he would pass her without any commentary on her outfit. Of course, the day she wore this, an akuma decided to appear.

And as Chat sprinted past her, his head seemed to whip backward and watch the girl try to speedwalk away from the scene as quick as possible.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit- 

“Whoa, going for a certain theme today, Princess?” Oh, fuck me.

She gave an awkward smile at the hero. “Ah, it was my friend’s idea,” she paused, pretending to listen, “Oh, is that her calling me?” She started to shimmy away from him. “Bye!”

He called out to her, a smile evident by the tone of his voice. “Tell her thanks!” 

Her face flushed a red rivaling the Ladybug costume as she sprinted away from him, refusing to let him see how red he made her.

Unfortunately, he did see her. Quite clearly.

Someone help me find the artist!

Please~