Peter fucking Parker.
You were the happiest you had been in years. You got accepted to your dream school, a prestigious college that most people like you could only dream of going to. The best part was that you worked for it. You worked your ass off for every step of the way, and all of the sleepless days and nights had finally, finally paid off.
You always wanted to be that girl, the untouchable and mysterious girl that nobody could get to, even though so many tried.
So when you got the email that Peter fucking Parker, your crush since sophomore year in high school would be your roommate for the semester, you couldn’t help but feel your walls that you worked so hard to build up crumble at his feet.
“I think that’s the last of them.” You set down the last bag with a sigh. You turned to look at Zoya, your best friend who had helped you with the move.
She was your rock as long as you could remember, and read you like an open book. She looked back, and hugged you like it was the last time she ever would. She dramatically threw her head on your shoulder and faked a sob.
“Please don’t leave me for Parker.”
“Aww I could never leave you, where would I get my monthly supply of Parle G” You coughed and broke from her crushing embrace.
“Fucking hell! I think you left a bruise”
“Hopefully by the end of the week Parker will leave more than I did, if you know what I mean”
You heard the door swing open and you turned to see Peter at the door, bags hanging on to his arms for dear life. He looked at the two of you a confused look plastered on his stupidly attractive face.
“I’ll leave more of what?” Zoya’s eyes darted from him to you, smirking wildly. Without missing a beat, she quipped back.
“I didn’t leave a lot of food for you two so I was hoping you had some.” Zoya was a great liar, and it honestly scared you sometimes. This definitely wasn’t her best work. Was she trying to get you in trouble? She was ridiculously good at coming up with stuff on the spot, and you didn’t know how you were going to survive without her.
“Alright, I’m heading out now.” Zoya got up and winked, before bolting out the apartment as if her life depended on it.
Fuck.
You turned to look at Peter, who gave you a weak smile. He nodded to the door to the left.
“So… is that my room or?”
“Yeah, yeah you want some help with…”
You nodded to his bags, not trusting yourself to speak. Your eyes wandered to his lips. Then to his arms. He had really really nice arms.
Jesus, you were a fucking mess.
“Oh! No, no, no you don’t have to help I’ve got it.” His hand drifted to a black duffel. You tried your best to mask your disappointment, but your voice still faltered.
“I’ll be in my room if you need… anything.”
You turned on your heel and closed your door behind you. You flopped on the bed face-first, letting out a muffled half-scream into your pillow. God, Peter was gorgeous. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t get the image of him out of your head. When you closed your eyes all you saw was him.
You weren’t quite sure if you wanted to stop seeing him either. Every time he had flashed you that painfully contagious smile you were nothing but putty in his hands. He made you feel like you were that teenage girl in love all over again. The fleeting thought of his hands all over you, his lips ghosting over your skin was enough to drive you crazy.
And it did. He drove you fucking insane. He had since the first time you met him. But you had to focus on school. You had worked so hard and already come so far, and you weren’t about to let some guy you liked ruin it for you.
But goddamn you wanted him to ruin you. You thought you had finally caught a break from Parker when you graduated, but even after high school Peter somehow seemed to always be on your mind. In all the classes you had with him in high school, you almost always caught yourself distracted or staring.
Even when he had barely talked to you, your thoughts were a mess of his lips, arms, and hands all over you. How would you get through all your homework and classes with him next door? You waved away the thought and pulled out your phone.
You rolled over, and opened Spotify in a feeble attempt to clear your mind. You clicked on your current playlist and let the sounds wash over you.
After you woke up, you checked your phone. Groaning, you realized it was 10, and already dark out. You rolled out of bed, and opened a door to what you thought was the bathroom.
And shit. Standing in the moonlight, you saw Peter hovering over something, his hands dancing over the bag carefully like it was a bomb or a newborn baby. You couldn’t tell which it reminded you more of.
“Peter?”
He jumped, turning around, eyes wide and mouth agape. He quipped back, voice cracking.
“Hey, I thought you were asleep!”
You couldn’t help but notice how he was only wearing sweatpants which left little to the imagination. Your eyes darted from his arms to his chest to his stomach. Peter was fucking ripped. Last time you checked, all he did was skateboard, so where the fuck did all this come from?
He coughed and you tore your eyes from him, covering your eyes with your hands. You weren’t quite as good as Zoya at lying, but you could cough up a good lie once in a while.
“Sorry! I was just wondering if you wanted something to eat I’ll just-”
You started to turn around, hands still on your face as he gripped your wrists, pulling your hands from your face with an almost painful amount of force. His hands were rough and calloused, which was far from what you expected. You’d be lying if you said that a shirtless Parker with your wrists in his hands didn’t turn you on. He let his hands drop from yours.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to…”
He looked down at you, embarrassed. By now, you two were inches apart, closer than was normal for just roommates. He stepped back.
“I’d love something to eat, actually.”
He shifted to block your vision when you leaned to see what he was working on earlier. He stepped forward and hung his arms on the doorframe, coaxing you out of the room.
“Whatcha’ got for me?”
Your breath hitched as you realized you were now eye-level with his bare chest. You took a step back, tripping on one of the bags. With a surprising amount of speed, Peter caught you, and he had his arms firm at your waist.
His chest was now flush with yours, his bare chest against you, with only the thin fabric of your skimpy lace top in between you. You both stood there for a brief moment, before he jumped away, coughing and looking at the ground. You followed suit, eyes glued to the floor.
“Um… Zoya left behind some paneer if you want some.”
He nodded and followed you to the kitchenette, jumping up on the counter, legs swinging like a kid on the swings. Cute. As the fridge swung open, the cold hair hit you, which was a start contrast from your flushed skin. You could almost still feel his tight, almost suffocating grip on your waist.
Shuddering at the thought of it, you pulled out the palak paneer, and set it on the counter.
“Hey, are you cold? You’re shivering.”
You looked up at Peter, his brown eyes wide with a cross of curiosity and concern. No, you wanted to say. No, my skin feels like it’s burning. Burning for you.
But all you did was shake your head.
You barely said much more after that, the two of you just enjoyed the food Zoya had left for you in silence.
That is, until Peter got a call.
You couldn’t hear most of it, since he went into his room to take it, but his room was silent for about an hour after, save for the sound of the city below. Curious, you opened the door to an empty room.
Wait. That wasn’t right, you thought. You hadn’t seen him come out of the room, and he was nowhere to be seen. You frantically searched the room, but all you could find that was suspicious in the slightest was the window to the fire escape cracked open.
He probably just left without you noticing, you reassured. That had to be it.
Stepping into the steaming shower, you let the warm water rush over your skin as you mulled over the events of the day. If this was what life was like with Peter every damn day, you probably would always be distracted in class, thinking of him.
Of his hands on your waist, his ragged breaths when he had caught you, and his stupid, stupid face. His stupidly attractive face. His arms, his chest his-
Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of the bathroom door creaking open.
“Fuck.”
Peter was standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Quickly, he turned around, blushing and covering his face in his hands.
“Shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t meant to-”
He shut the door behind him, and you heard his scramble to his door. What the fuck was that?
You felt your entire body flush bright red with embarrassment. Peter, Peter fucking Parker, just saw you fucking naked. If there was any hope of you getting sleep before, it was completely gone now.
You quickly dried yourself off and pulled on an old t-shirt and shorts before walking back to the doors that led to your rooms.
Take more risks. That was Zoya’s motto, and it seemed to be working well for her. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to Peter’s room.
“Hey.”