spiderling ; reader imagines

Red dress || P.P.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+), unprotected sex

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"You're telling me that while you've been working as Tony Stark's assistant, you've been hooking up with the boy he sees as a son!?" your best friend yelled in your face.

The two of you were sitting in your shared apartment after coming home from a long day of work. And you just so happened to spill the tea on your rendezvous with the one and only Peter Parker, the intern turned mentee for Tony Stark. And also Spider-Man, but you didn't know that yet.

"He was helping me with some work one day and then one thing led to another," you trailed off, your mind wandering to that night all those months ago. You only met Peter a week ago at the time and when you were swarmed with papers and deadlines, he pulled up a seat next to you, before you knew it, you had your back pressed against your desk and he was already inside of you.

He was the best fuck you ever had and that's how it worked between the two of your for all of four months, now you were starting to get feelings.

"Why don't you just call him over to fuck?" she questioned as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Because he's always been the one to initiate things and I don't know how he feels about it," you rubbed your hands on your face, stress overtaking you, not having slept with him in over two weeks.

"I think that is far fetched, have you seen yourself?" your friend stated, her eyes trailing down your frame, your face rushing with heat at her comment. "You have that gala coming up, right?" she wanted clarification, you nodded in response.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because I'm going to make sure you're the sexiest person there, and I'm sure he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you," she spoke confidently.

"Well, Mr. Stark insisted on giving me his black card to "buy something expensive and beautiful"," you air quoted.

"Do you have it with you?" she leaned forward.

"It's in my office."

"When you go to work tomorrow, bring it home cause we are going shopping," she squealed with excitement, you laughed at her before you shook your head, turning back to the tv.

"Mhm, no," your friend shook her head again, you huffed before turning back around and closing the curtains of the dressing room.

"This was the eleventh dress I tried on, why are you so picky," you breathed out when you finally got the material off your body/

"You look great in all of them, but you need a dress that will want to make Peter rip it off of you, but also keep it classy," she explained, making you roll your eyes from the other side.

"What about this one?" you swung the curtains open, revealing a low cut red dress with a high slit on the leg, the skirt was flowy so it kept some sort of class. The low neckline also added for a good amount of attention on your chest.

"Woah," your friend gasped, her mouth dropped. "If I wasn't in a committed relationship, I would totally fuck you," she deadpanned.

"Aww, really?" you pressed a hand to your chest, your heart melting at her comment.

"Now let's buy the dress and get out of here," she proposed.

The following week, you were in your room getting ready for the gala. The dress was hanging on your closet door and your friend was currently doing your makeup and hair.