Peter Parker x Reader

Panty Stealer(final part)✶

A/N- All credit goes to the writer shawnxstyles on Tumbler

https://www.tumblr.com/shawnxstyles/722711965263331328/panty-stealer-2

Pairings ---> Frat!Peter Parker x Sorority!Reader

Summary: Waiting for the night of the party, and when it comes, you decide to wear something a bit ironic. You and Peter head upstairs, one thing leads to another, and you both sneak into your Sorority for some stuff, and things come full circle.

Warnings- Smut, (fem receiving, fingering, slight oral, masturbation, vibrator,) praise kink, degrading kink, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, and protected sex, language, mentions of marijuana/alcohol, and fluff.

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Those three days could not have been longer. the party was your motivation to wake up every day and go to class, eager as ever. you only saw peter once at school and that was not enough to satisfy the yearning you had inside of you. that yearning was also like an alarm clock that sprung you out of bed at eight a.m. on saturday.

you knew you had hours to waste, so you did all the things you had been procrastinating on: laundry, tidying up, few assignments due next week, and you even dusted parts of the house. yeah, you were that bored.

you weren't sure what time the party started, but you would probably be able to tell from your window. you had no idea what you were going to wear even though you were thinking about it since wednesday. you believed you had a good sense of style, at least to your liking, but you don't have all the clothes that you wish you had. living on a college budget wasn't easy, but you made do.

at this point, it was only two in the afternoon, and you were about to run into the wall until your head was bleeding just to waste more time. this was the downside to having a ridiculously big crush on someone; the inescapable waiting. when crushing, time seems prolonged when you're without them. but when you're with them, the world seems to stop completely. it's like nothing matters but just you two.

you remembered back to wednesday when peter was sitting on your bed and holding you snug against his body while you talked about such a mundane thing like a party invite. you could never erase the feeling of his kiss, his lips forever etched onto yours. the kiss felt like hours, but it was merely a minute before he had to pull away. you imagined what it would be like to just be with him without worrying about anything else. these daydreams cause the yearning in your chest to expand like a balloon, which is never going to satisfyingly explode until you're in his arms again.

without making a big deal out of it, you needed a good outfit. so, you knocked on one of your "sister's" doors. you weren't a fan of the term "sorority sisters," especially because none of these girls felt like sisters to you. yes, you were all decent friends who went to parties and went out to eat once a month together. but you weren't as close to them as you were with your friends back at home. you missed them, but you've all moved on with your lives.

violet answers with a cheery come in and you walk into her room. you hint that you're looking for a nice dress for the party tonight.

"i'm glad you came to me first," she smiles as she stands up from her bed. she heads toward her closet, which is practically pouring out clothes that would laugh at yours. she had so many colors and choices, it was almost overwhelming and you weren't even the one really choosing. "so. who's the guy?"

"what? who said anything about a guy?"

"the fact that you want a nice dress for a frat party. you've never cared before, so it has to be a guy. so who is it?"