Co-workers: A Peter Parker fan fic

Chapter 23

Y/n's pov

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I've just been staring at the ceiling for hours, I roll over and check the time, 4:28am, I sigh knowing I haven't caught a minute of sleep yet. I still feel guilty for not saying anything and embarrassed from all the attention and so humiliated that everyone feels as though they have to waste their time looking after me. 

I continue lying awake staring straight ahead of me I'm getting bored of my blank ceiling so I decide to get some water to try and clear my head. I step out of bed and tiptoe down the hallway attempting to be silent when passing everyone's bedroom doors. I turn the corner at the end of the hall to the kitchen to see Peter sat at the kitchen island, he's got his head in his hands so I just move a glass to the sink with my mind and turn the tap on, when the water starts running however Peter finally realises he's not alone. At first he looks up bewildered at the glass of water filling itself, but then he looks over at me and relaxes.

"Oh hey, y/n" he smiles weakly, his eyes are red and puffy I can tell he's been crying which makes me feel a stab of guilt knowing the source of his pain is most likely me

"Hey Peter, are you okay?" I ask concerned that he's also awake at this hour 

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine just couldn't sleep" He says looking me up and down, making me remember that I'm still wearing my pyjamas which consist of an oversized 'I <3 NYC' shirt that Tony brought back from a mission one time when I was too young to go and a pair of very short shorts that are practically invisible beneath the shirt. 

"Everything okay?" I ask 

"Yeah it's just- I don't know just got a lot on my mind I guess" He responds not taking his eyes off of me

"Anything I can help with?" I ask taking a step closer to the island 

"I don't know honestly" He says standing up from the stool he was sitting on and taking a step towards me 

"Well tell me what it is maybe I can help?" I say taking another step towards him

"Well here's the thing" He says taking yet another step towards me so that our bodies are now inches away from each other "You see I like this girl" He says putting his hands on my waist, I can feel his body heat radiating onto me, "How do I tell her?" He says, his nose practically touching mine sending shivers through my body

"Well I- I don't know what is it you like about her?" I say nervously, trying desperately to control my breathing

He lowers his voice "Well there's so many things, she's kind" He says as he kisses me lightly on my left cheek making my face erupt with shivers "She's funny"He says leaning round to kiss my other cheek sending goosebumps down my back making me swallow hard trying to control my heavy breathing "She cares so much for other people" He says kissing my forehead as my breath catches in my throat "but most of all" he brings his lips to my ear and whispers seductively "she is the sexiest girl I know" I can't handle it anymore and with that I grab the back of his neck and bring his lips to meet mine pulling him into a passionate kiss, he pins me against the wall as our kisses grow deeper my hands travel through his hair and down his back, my fingers find their way beneath the hem of his shirt and I pull his shirt off over his head as his hands circle over my ass. He picks me up in one swift motion and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me into his bedroom. He closes the door behind him and I hear the lock click making a smirk creep onto my face. He pins me against the wall and kisses me along my jawline and down my neck, he tears off my shirt and he leans back a second to admire my body he looks back up and brushes my bottom lip lightly and stares deeply into my eyes before our lips crash together again and it begins again, the heat, the chemistry, the passion and the overwhelming desire to be as close to him as possible. He picks me up and lays me down on the bed, I am now just in my thong and Peter is just in his underwear too, he kisses me then begins to kiss down my body taking his time on my chest making me moan lightly, he kisses further and further down and then looks back up at me as though he's asking for permission, the fact I could literally find out I have cancer tomorrow and everything will change and people will start treating me like a sick little bird and the fact I'm so sick of not just doing what I want when I want and the fact that his kisses fill me with such an overwhelming pleasure that I couldn't say no even if I wanted to, all these reasons make me nod my head, he smirks and pulls down my underwear, he begins making small kisses on my inner thighs leaving small marks. I bite my lip attempting to contain a moan, he stares up at me, his long beautiful lashes swoop down over his deep brown eyes "the walls are sound proof" he smirks reaching his hand up to free my bottom lip from my teeth. He looks back down and kisses me gently sending tingles all over my body

"I need more" I say through my deep breaths 

"Yes darling" ugh I love that, he leans over to the bedside table grabbing a condom out of the top drawer, I hear that magical foil rip and I think you know the rest...