THE RED WIDOW// peter parker x reader

THIRTY

"Do you have everything you need? Are you sure? Did you double triple check?" Tommy asked her boyfriend for what felt like the millionth time.

Instead of answering, Caleb ducked down and pressed his lips against her, kissing her short and sweet before zipping up his jacket. "Keep the bed warm for me, will ya?"

And with that, all five of you stepped out the base through the small stairs that led up to the roof, moving down the fire escape stairs to the van.

The whether was suspiciously nice, warm with a light wind that made your hair dance as you stood by the car's door, watching as your teammates stepped in.
You moved past the front of the car to sit by JoJo, who was the driver for the night.

"I swear to GaGa, Joshua, if you don't sit your scrawny white ass down right the fuck now-"

"Jeez Noah, chill out! It's tight in here"

"That's what's she said"
Both Peter and JoJo mumbled through the argument, high-fiving each other before all four finally settled down in their seats.

You felt a small tap on your shoulder, making you turn sharply.
"Listen, G," Caleb's soft voice started and you already know what he's going to ask.
He has a thing lately. Bailing off of missions to stay at the base. Stay with the girl he calls home.
He slowly became one domestic than a fighter. You surprisingly don't mind it.

"Get your ass back inside before I change my mind." He thanked you with a relieved sigh and turned back on his heels, locking the door behind him.

JoJo wasted no time in connecting to the speakers, strapping her belt as the drums of the beat started rattling the car, the soft melody of 'Crazy' by the Aerosmith started to fill the small van.

When you start to move, you let your head rest back, and your mind wonder off.

Hands soft and big as they squeezed your waist, not too tight and not too loose. Just perfectly enough.
Mouth so so hot and so so cushy when it presses to yours.

He's so sweet you want to swallow him whole.

Your heart drums so hard in your chest, you sure Peter can feel it through your ribs. So fast you think it'd fall down to your stomach.

It doesn't matter though.
Nothing does at this moment when you're held so preciously, kissed so lovingly.
All you want to do is press yourself closer to him, like you didn't just pull away to stop, like his lips chasing yours wasn't the only thing that kept you there, on his lap.

But then, a sound.
Embarrassing. Despicable. Shameful, really.
But you didn't control it.
It's the way he hums against your lips and rub the pad of his thumb so so- so softly against the thin skin under your eye- as if you're fragile.

You pray he didn't notice. Didn't hear it.
Lucky lucky you, because if he did, he didn't react, almost like he knew you don't want him to.

"Y/n"

God your name sounds so nice when he says that.
Like you're a normal girl sitting on a normal boy, kissing the life out of him.

"Y/n" he pants again, mumbling against your mouth like it's a secret.

"No talking," you stated, debating if you should pull away and stop it or kiss him quiet.