Clinging(Peter Parker/Spider-man x Male Reader)

Chapter V

Caution, mentions of rape whoop whoop.

If I ever had a worse idea than this, it's not in my memories.

As I shoved my hands in my pockets, told my mom it was going to be okay and slipped out of the house, my chest was tightening with nerves.

Of course, I ignored them.

My feelings weren't the most reliable thing to walk on(metaphorically speaking), so I normally didn't 100% trust them.

So normally I was like; "Fuck feelings."
  
I probably should've listened to them this time.
  
It was dark and creepy, walking through the back alleys of the sketchy part of town. I knew that I was half-asking for a fight, but paid no mind as I strolled down my path.
  
A few people did call to me, saying stuff like; "Hey kid! Why are you out so late?" and "Aren't you afraid the monsters are gonna get'cha?" Also a few creepy things.
  
I stopped thinking when I ran into a wall.
  
"The fuck?" I mumbled, rubbing my head lightly. I stared at it. It had clearly been painted black; the paint was peeling off to reveal a few white marks underneath. I rubbed the remaining paint off the wall with my hand, and stared at it.
  
It took me a while to realize who it was. "Venom? Jeez, my comic book skills are getting rusty." I sighed as I continued walking.
  
"Hey! Kid!" One guy called. I ignored him.

Of course, he called me again. I kept walking like any normal person, moving just fast enough to get away.

Voices surrounded me. I hadn't been paying attention, and was now circled by a bunch of guys.

"Would you like anything?" My voice came out cold and sharp, like a knife slicing through the silence.

The lead man(imma call him Rob), I guessed, looked me up and down, and licked his lips.

Naturally, I shivered, promptly going on "high alert" mode. Mentally, although I tensed visibly.
  
Suddenly one of the guys grabbed my arm from behind. "Look at this... he's like a delicate flower..." he trailed off, his eyes lingering on my legs.
  
I shivered again. "Um, I don't want any trouble... Thanks though," I mumbled.
  
Rob grabbed me and pressed his chest to my back. I could feel his gross erection on the back of my thigh.
  
All the other guys were staring at me with a creepy look as I struggled against the dude, whose arms were wrapped around my waist.
  
"Seriously," I said, my voice raising to a shout, "let me go!"
  
Another guy grabbed my chin and pressed his chapped lips to mine. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I immediately bit it, hard enough to draw blood.
  
"Why, you!" The guy yelled and went to punch me.
  
"James, enough," Rob said, holding onto me tightly, "we don't want our prize to have any bruises, do we?"
  
I shivered again. Rob lifted my shirt and exposed my chest to the other guys, there were about 4 of them, some of them even starting to undo their belts.
  
Struggling, I resisted against Rob, tears suddenly flooding my eyes as the realization kicked in.
  
Was I going to get raped?
  
And if on motherfucking cue, Spider-man swooped in, and shot a web, missing me and attaching him to the wall.
 
He kicked all of the other men to the ground as they tried to fight, and grabbed me. Using his webs to bring us to my house, he sat me down on the roof, and hugged me.
 
"I'm sorry I couldn't get there fast enough," he muttered, and not caring about the tears dripping onto his shirt.
  
I recognized the voice, but I didn't give a shit in that moment, only wanting comfort.
  
The roof was cold, and I finally realized that I didn't have a sweater on. It didn't matter either. I was shivering from the cold and shock, but Spider-man kept holding onto me.
 
Time passed, and I started to doze off in his arms. "It's okay..." He muttered, an brought me to my room, laying me on the bed. I vaguely remember the sound of the window closing when he left, just that the window closed.

Waking up was strange. I remembered the warmth of arms around me, and it was suddenly gone. It was weird, uncommon, unusual.

I went to school as normal, pretending that everything was fine.

The only thing was that Peter Parker kept giving me weird looks.

Another strange thing to add to my book.