Stark's Daughter (Peter Parker x Reader

Things get Awkward

Y/N POV.

I sat on my bed after Peter left. I did that. I made him feel shitty. I moved too fast! What the fuck. It was fun! But it felt so... Wrong. He was so sweet and wonderful, why would I do something like that to him.

"Jarvis?" I whispered out as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Yes Ms. Stark? What do you need."

"Can you check and see if Peter is still here?" I was really hoping he didn't leave. I needed to say sorry for my sexy, yet horrid behavior. I crossed my fingers like it would actually make a difference.

"Yes, Ms. Stark. He's in the kitchen, he looks like he's in a panic. Is everything alright?

"Aha, not really. But I'm gonna fix it. Thanks Jarvis, you're the bomb dot com." And hopped off the bed and slipped on a sweatshirt and jeans. Even though that boy was hot, I needed to fix my mistake. A look of lust doesn't mean yes! Consent is key! GOD! I finished putting on my comfy clothes and headed to the kitchen. Pete was sitting by himself with trouble written all over his face. Even in a panic he was a cutie. I giggled to myself. His head snapped up at me and his eyes went huge.

"Y/N-N, I uh... I was just leaving" he got off of the chair and started walking away."

"Wait... NO! Please! I... I wanted to say sorry. I was totally out of line. You might be a sexy motherfucker," his face turned bright red," but I should have asked before I kissed you. Or touched you. Or grinded on you..." His face kept getting darker and darker.

"P-please don't say that o-out loud.... It's embarrassing...." He covered his face with his hands.

"Gah! I'm sorry!" I walked closer to him. "I can't help that your moans are absolutely brain numbing babe." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I honestly wasnt trying to flirt this time. I was just stating facts. "Ah! God did I say that out loud?" I scratched the back of my head and looked off, trying to play it off. Peter just stood there with emotions that I couldn't read all over his face. He was tense but there was a look behind his eyes I just couldn't pick up on. He took a step closer before our silent conversation was interrupted by Tony.

"Hey kiddo, not to cut your...little thing short, but we found out some new information. Pete, I'm gonna take Y/N over here for a bit. You can stay or go. I don't give a fuck." As dad and I walked over to the next room I saw Peter grab his bag and run off. God, I hope I didn't fuck shit up. Dad sat me down and took I'm a breath.
"So, you know how you got a bit of my personality? Well Banner and I figured out that it's more like you have two personalities. Sometimes you're very take, and sometimes you just take off. It can come in waves." Well damn. That makes so much sense.

"Uh, that's actually really helpful dad. Thanks!" I'm jumped up and wapped my arms around him. And gave him a big squeeze. As I turned around to leave a dad sound filled the room.

"Ah, nonono. Wait right there kiddo. What did you do to Peter? He looked like a hot mess. I told you to take it easy on him." He looked over his glasses giving me the food old fashioned dad look of disapproval.

"T-that is absolutely classified. But I promise I'll be better. I was very out of line. I'm sorry dad." I was being honest when I said I felt awful. I really did. Peter is a total catch. But being respectful of way more important than just getting dick. And if I was gonna get dick it was going to include consent! I shook my head in shame.

"I'll let Pete know about your personality disorder, or whatever the hell it is. Oh! I also wanted to let you know we're having a little party tomorrow night." Ohohoho when dad says little party he ALWAYS means a rager. I wonder why were having a party???
"It's Nats birthday and she really wanted to get shitfaced. So everyone will be there. And I might be a bad influence for doing this, but the drinks are gonna be available for everyone." I could see the look of regret as a huge smile grew on my face.

This is gonna be fucking fun.