𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

The Roommate Agreement

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Threesome suggestion, suggestive content, explicit language.

Summary → Peter's dorm mate, Harry, constantly teases him about the idea of a threesome with Y/n, jokingly pushing his boundaries.

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The sound of the dormitory door slamming shut echoed through the room, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of Harry Osborn's expensive leather boots. Peter Parker looked up from his desk, where he was hunched over a chemistry textbook, and sighed.

"Another successful conquest, Harry?" Peter asked dryly, already knowing the answer.

Harry threw himself onto his bed dramatically, arms splayed out like he'd just run a marathon. "Bro, you have no idea the kind of cardio I just endured. Absolutely wild." He smirked, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "Her name was... uh, Ashley? Or, wait-Amber? Whatever. She was definitely into me."

Peter rolled his eyes, flipping a page in his book. "Charming as always."

"Hey, don't hate the player, Parker." Harry propped himself up on his elbows, glancing at Peter with a sly grin. "Speaking of players, where's your girl? Thought she'd be hanging out here by now, stealing you away from all this intense studying."

"She has a life outside of me, Harry," Peter replied, trying not to let the smile creep into his voice. "And unlike you, I'd like to actually graduate without sleeping my way through the student body."

Harry chuckled. "You say that like it's a bad thing. Don't knock it till you try it." He leaned back, clearly enjoying himself, before adding casually, "Y'know, I'm still waiting for the day you finally come out as bi or something. And when you do, I just know you'll have terrible taste in men-it's the only explanation for why you're immune to my charms."

Peter froze, his pencil hovering over his notebook. "What?!"

"Relax, dude. I'm just saying, if you were into guys-" Harry wagged his eyebrows, "-we'd make an excellent team. Partners in more than crime, you feel me?"

Peter groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Harry, we've been over this. I'm straight, I have a girlfriend, and you're insane."

Harry grinned wider. "Doesn't stop me from dreaming. And hey, if your girl's ever down for a little fun..." He gave Peter a cheeky wink.

"Harry." Peter's tone was flat, though his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

"You're no fun," Harry whined. "Seriously though, have you asked her? She might be into it! I mean, I'm obviously into it. Just think about it. The three of us-"

"Harry!" Peter snapped, spinning his chair around to glare at him. "Stop. Now."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Peter shot Harry a warning look before getting up to open it. The second the door swung open, your bright smile greeted him.

"Hey, Pete," you said, stepping inside and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hey, Harry."

"Y/n!" Harry greeted enthusiastically, sitting up straighter. "You're just in time. I was telling Peter about this amazing idea I had-"

"Nope," Peter interrupted, shooting him a glare. "We're not doing this."

Your curiosity was piqued as you looked between the two of them. "What idea?"

Harry's grin turned devilish. "A threesome. You, me, and Peter. Tell me that doesn't sound like a fun Friday night."

You blinked, caught off guard by his boldness, but then you laughed-a sound that always made Peter's heart flutter. "You're unbelievable, Harry."

"Thank you," Harry replied, as if it were a compliment. "So, what do you think? Don't tell me you've never thought about it."

"Not once," you said with a teasing smirk, walking over to sit on Peter's bed. "Though I have to admit, I'm curious how Peter puts up with you."

"I'm his best friend," Harry said proudly, as if that answered everything. "We share everything. Clothes, food... ideas for spicy adventures."

Peter groaned, flopping onto his chair dramatically. "I hate this friendship sometimes."

You laughed again, reaching over to ruffle Peter's hair. "Oh, come on. You love him."

Harry placed a hand over his heart, pretending to be moved. "See? She gets it."

Peter swatted your hand away, though his annoyed expression was undermined by the smile tugging at his lips. "I tolerate him. Big difference."

Harry leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. "You love me. Just admit it. And one day, you're gonna see the light and realize what an amazing idea this threesome thing is."

"That'll be the day pigs fly," Peter muttered.

You tilted your head, amused by the banter. "You really don't give up, do you, Harry?"

"Never," he said, flashing you his signature Osborn grin. "Persistence is key, Y/n. Besides, I think you secretly like the idea."

Peter turned to you, eyes narrowing. "Don't encourage him."

You raised your hands in mock surrender. "I didn't say anything!"

Harry wagged a finger at Peter. "See? She didn't deny it."

Peter threw a pillow at Harry, who caught it with a laugh. "You're the worst."

"And you love me for it," Harry shot back.

You shook your head, watching the two of them bicker like an old married couple. "You two are ridiculous."

"Ridiculously awesome," Harry corrected, giving you a wink.

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This is my life now. Stuck with the world's most annoying dorm mate and a girlfriend who finds it hilarious."

You grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "It's not so bad, Pete. At least you'll never be bored."

"Yeah, Peter," Harry added, throwing an arm around Peter's shoulders. "And who knows? Maybe one day you'll say yes."

"Never gonna happen," Peter said, pushing Harry away, but the small smile on his face said otherwise.

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