Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 11

chapter 11•

TW: blood, gore, (brief) talk of parental abuse, spice but not smut.

i sigh. don't you just love when your life is threatened and it turns out your crush who left you heartbroken last week turns out to be a superhero?

'i can't handle change' plays through my earphones, but a knock at the window interrupts my listening. i jmp at the shock, and look around at the intruder. peter leans his head on my window and smiles weakly.

i walk over to the glass and open it, enough for him to get in. he enters the room slightly, and sits on my desk.

"hey" he groans. his face is beaten and cut, and I walk over to him.

"what's up, bug boy?" I ask jokingly. my smile fades as soon as peter limps to the chair, and changes to a worried expression.

"oh yeah, not much" he laughs, clutching his stomach, clearly in pain. i run over to him, and i touch his shoulder comfortingly but a voice calls me.

"y/n! get out here" my mother calls. my hand leaves his arm and i roll my eyes. i get out the room.

"it better be just you in there. i thought i heard a voice" she says, accusingly, her eyebrow raised.

"yes it is mom" i say monotonously. "can i go back to my room now?"

"no. i want to talk to you about your behaviour recently."

"can we leave it for another day? please?" i beg, putting on a pleading tone that usually isn't accessibly for my mom.

"fine. but don't think the punishment will be any better" she snaps.

i walk back into my room quickly. peter tries to get up, but stumbles back.
"are y-you okay?" he whispers.

"yeah, i'm fine. don't worry about it" I smile weakly. peter had got changed out of his spiderman suit while i had left, leaving him shirtless.

i blush, but then realise it's the wrong time to do things like that, as thick, crimson liquid is pouring out of claw marks on his torso. the skin has peeled where the cuts are situated, and it is bruised and stained with blood. i grab rubbing alcohol and a towel, ready to help him out. i motion for him to get on my bed, and he sits up and does just that.

he throws his head back and his fluffy hair meets my headboard.

"is it alright if i-" i gesture towards his lap, basically asking if I could sit in his lap.

(A/N not that way dirty minded hoes.. yet)

he nods slightly, and i throw one leg either side of him. our breaths mingle in the air, and i open the rubbing alcohol. i look down, and the smell makes my nose tingle. rubbing some onto the towel, i grimace. first though, i wash the dried blood around his chest, and he groans in pain.

"s-sorry. first time sorting out a cut like, uh- this" i mutter. he places a hand on my waist and i look down at it. my stomach explodes with constant fluttering, but i ignore it.

i start applying the damp towel to his torso, and he hisses. it takes about 2 minutes to get the painful wounds clean, but i'm satisfied after i finish.

i lean my forehead against his, and breathe out in relief. he grins.

"pete?" i ask for him.

"yeah?" i can feel his answer on my face, due to our closeness.

"you're spiderman, right?" he nods. "and obviously, i love that..." i pause, taking a breath. "but i love peter parker more"

"is that your way of telling me you love me and approve of my actions?" he chuckles. i smirk.

"yeah, i guess" I speak before my lips are connected to his. his hands pull me closer, and our mouths flow at the same, slow-ish pace. i cup his cheeks as we kiss, before i pull away. he reaches forwards again, but i start talking.

"just.. please, please be careful" i beg. i can't think of anything worse than a life without peter. he brings me comfort and happiness.

"you know i can't promise that" he says with a sorrowful look. i bite my lip and nod.

"yeah, i know, but try. for me.. and may.. please" he nods back and i smirk, past all angst and emotions.

i reach over to my phone and play one of my playlists, and 'i wanna be yours' starts, filling the room with its sound, mainly to mask the sound of us kissing from my parents. surprisingly, they don't mind me playing music loud.

i reach in for a kiss, this time at a more fast pace and much more passionate. i bite his bottom lip, earning a quiet groan from him. i close my eyes then smile into the kiss, which is steadily becoming more rough and excitable. his thumb traces circles on my back, and his other hand holds my waist, keeping me in place. his tongue licks my bottom lip, and i slightly part my mouth. as if in a hurry, he slides his tongue into my mouth, and we fight for dominance.

obviously he wins.

becoming more desperate, my fingers mess with his hair, it slowly becoming more ruffled. he bites my lip softly, casuing me to pull a strand of his locks. he groans loudly, and my eyes open and widen in shock, his doing the same.

"y/n!" my brother shouts from the hall.

"yeah?" i shout towards him. my cheeks are a dark shade of pink from the embarassing situation.

"i've got a school project that needs handing in next week, can you help?" he asks. i smile softly at his kindness towards me, especially with him being fourteen.

"tomorrow?" i ask, sort of out of breath.

"sure!" i can hear the smile in his words as i hear him retreat downstairs.

i look towards peter and scrunch my nose "sorry" i laugh awkwardly.

"it's okay.." he pauses, thinking about what to say "we can carry on? only if you want of course I wouldn't pressu-"

i cut off his rambling with a deep kiss. he laces his fingers through my hair once again. this kiss is a lot quicker than the last, as he seperates his lips from mine and started planting small pecks down my jawline to a soft spot on my neck. he stops for a second and takes a finger, lifting up my chin. he carries on sucking, leaving a mark on my skin.

i'm going to have to cover that up before seeing my parents.

he detaches from neck.

"is this okay?" he asks, making sure im okay with all of this. he takes a deep breath and runs his hands through his mousy hair.

(A/N consent is good always ask)

i smirk and nod "yes this is more than okay" i take a breath. 'YKWIM' fills the ears of peter and me, and i smile softly.

he holds the edge of my shirt in his hands, basically asking if he could take it off. i smile and nod, and it's off almost instantly. he looks me up and down.

"hey. my eyes are here" i joke, pointing towards my eyes. he smirks and chuckles.

my lips attach to his and we're off again. it's the same as last time, but pete holds me close, and then flips me over, so he is on top of me.

god, what couldn't this man do to me.

ay so i did a spicy chapter

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