𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Sexiled... Again!*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → 18+, Smut, Sexual content, College AU, Humor, language, Roommate shenanigans, Fluff & teasing, Established relationship.

Summary → Peter can't keep his hands off you, sexiling Harry again, but he won't stop teasing and interrupting at every opportunity.

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The morning was supposed to be normal. Or so you thought.

You were up bright and early, getting ready for the day in your tiny dorm room. The university air buzzed with life outside your window, students shuffling to their classes, some still groggy from late-night study sessions or parties. But you? You had one goal-to meet Peter at his dorm so you two could walk to class together.

You threw on a simple outfit: a fitted top and Peter's favorite skirt-the one that drove him crazy every single time. You weren't even thinking about it, just grabbed whatever was comfortable.

By the time you reached his door, you knocked twice before it swung open.

Peter stood there, looking like he had just woken up-messy curls, sleepy eyes, wearing only sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His eyes barely registered who it was before they trailed down your body, freezing the moment they landed on your skirt.

A spark of mischief lit up his brown eyes.

"Babe..." His voice was already raspy with need, making warmth pool in your stomach. "Are you trying to kill me first thing in the morning?"

You blinked. "What?"

His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you inside before you could react. The door slammed shut behind you, and before you could question him further, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, gentle, like he was savoring the feeling of you against him. But the moment you melted into it, his grip tightened, and the softness turned into something desperate. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, his body pressing against yours, making it very clear just how much he missed you.

A deep groan sounded from across the room.

"And that's my cue to leave for class," Harry Osborn's voice cut through the air, amusement dripping from every word. You pulled away, chest heaving, face hot. Peter groaned, annoyed.

Harry stood near his desk, smug as hell, arms crossed as he watched you both with mild amusement. "God, Parker, control yourself. She just got here."

"Harry," Peter gritted out, throwing a pillow at him. "Get the hell out."

Harry dodged it effortlessly, snickering. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Whatever, man. I've got better things to do than watch my roommate devour his girlfriend first thing in the morning." He opened the door, but before stepping out, he smirked over his shoulder.

"Oh, and use protection! Don't get her pregnant!"

The door shut behind him before Peter could throw another pillow.

You covered your face. "Oh my god."

Peter groaned, resting his forehead against your shoulder. "I hate him."

"You love him," you corrected, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. Then his lips found your neck, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down the skin. "Now, where were we?"

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Later That Day

You and Peter arrived at class a little late and flustered.