TO LOVE A SUPERHERO
Summary: High School wasn't easy. Leading a double life wasn't easy. Being a teenage superhero wasn't easy. Being the youngest and least experienced member of the Avengers wasn't easy. But falling in love? That was the hardest thing he'd ever done, and yet, he didn't regret it. He didn't regret meeting Hermione Granger.
Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and Marvel. I am not making a profit from writing and posting this fanfic. This takes place after Homecoming and Infinity War hasn't yet happened, and also, neither Tony nor Natasha are going to die because I said so and I'll be making big changes to stop that from happening. Also, the Avengers are still one big happy family and they never broke up. Yay!
I've also upped Peter's age to seventeen to close the age gap a little more, and he's also going to be taller. As for the Harry Potter Universe, I'm making it so the war ended a year earlier but everything that happened in cannon still happened, just a lot sooner. Just go with it, it's less confusing that way.
Rated M!
This is Peter's POV.
Page count: 21
He wasn't quite sure how it had happened, but he wasn't going to complain.
Three weeks had passed since Hermione's injury and her staying the night in his bed. In that time they'd been able to see each other a little more than usual as Hermione had officially handed in her notice at the hospital and as of a few days ago, she no longer worked there, meaning she spent most of her time at the compound and the rest of it with him, and even Ned sometimes, too
It was Friday and rather than going home, he'd gone straight to Hermione's apartment after school. She'd been tasked with informing him of a few new protocols for when at the compound, and afterwards he'd done his homework whilst she appeared to be doing research into modern technology, which he could understand given what she and Tony were working on. She'd made them dinner, some British dish he'd never heard of but he did admit was quite good. Afterwards, he'd finished the rest of his homework and Hermione had put her book down before they watched TV and snuggled together on the couch.
Before he knew it the TV was forgotten, they were kissing with their hands wandering and he'd carried her to her bedroom, setting her down on her bed and she'd fisted her hands into his t-shirt, pulling him to lie on top of her.
He could feel the heat of her body beneath his, his heart beat in his chest trying to break free of his ribcage, his ears pounded with the sound of his blood swarming through his body as it all rushed south and his head grew fuzzy.
Her hands were everywhere, running through his hair and tugging on the strands, buried beneath his clothing, gripping at his back and shoulders and her hands and fingers tracing his skin, pulling and grasping at the fabric of his t-shirt. For someone whose senses were heightened, it was almost too much to handle. She tugged at the hem of his t-shirt before pulling it up his back and when she reached his shoulders, he pulled his mouth from hers and sat up, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor.
Hermione's eyes glazed over as she took in the sight of his muscled abdomen, one of the perks of him getting his abilities. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest, it matching his own. Her breathing was laboured, her chest rising and falling, her curls spilling over the pillow and messy as he'd had his hands in it earlier with the soft strands curling around his fingers.
He knew that things between them would be different, all indicators were pointing to it leading to them having sex for the first time and though he was nervous having never been in such a situation before, the look Hermione held in her eyes was enough to calm him.
She let out a slow breath and her eyes moved to lock on his before she reached out, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down until his body covered hers once more and they were kissing as if the future of the world depended on it. His hands trailed over her hips and up her sides, brushing the curve of her breasts and he felt her hands move to grip his, dragging them down her stomach and slipping them beneath her t-shirt, giving him permission to explore her body a little more.
He let his fingers trace the soft skin of her stomach and as he let his hands move a little higher, he felt his thumbs brush over raised skin. He didn't bring notice to it, understanding that it was probably a scar she'd gotten when in battle, and he let them wander a little higher. He hesitated when he reached her bra but Hermione dug her nails into his shoulders and arched her body into him, encouraging him to continue with his exploration of her body.
He had no idea what he was doing so he was sure to be careful when he let his hands cover her bra-clad breasts, briefly noting he felt raised skin once more but not bringing attention to it. He squeezed experimentally and she let out a moan, feeling a little more confident he did it again, his palms brushing over her nipples in the thin fabric of her bra and she tore her mouth from his, her head falling back onto the pillow and a sigh leaving her. Figuring he was doing something right, he grew more confident and let his head drop, his mouth descending on her neck and heading straight for the weak spot he knew she had just beneath her ear. Her hands tugged at his hair and her legs shifted, hooking around his waist and pulling him closer to her, a strangled sound leaving him when her denim-clad centre rubbed against the hardened length restrained by his jeans.
He was a little surprised when he found himself on his back and with Hermione straddling his hips, his arms being pinned to the bed on either side of his head by her hands and she stared down at him. Had her eyes darkened?
He kept his gaze locked on hers, his breathing heavy and he swallowed when she sat up, reaching for the hem of her t-shirt, her hands gripping the fabric and she slowly, teasingly dragged it up her body, revealing her body to him inch by agonising inch. As soon as the fabric cleared her head, his eyes immediately locked on her breasts held in the lace white of her thin bra, and with each breath took her chest rose and fell. He was at a loss for words.
"Is it my scars?"
Giving himself a mental shake he was able to drag his eyes up to hers, seeing her biting her lip.
"Scars?" He questioned. She raised an eyebrow, looking amused and so he let his eyes fall down to her abdomen, where he noticed the large raised scar that almost seemed to cut her in half.
It started almost at her right shoulder and travelled diagonally down her body, running down the valley of her breasts, snaking under her left breast and then stopping just shy of her left hip. It was a strange purplish-white colour despite it looking to have healed well; he'd say it was a few years old. He also noted what looked to be a burn scar between her collar bone and left shoulder, an almost circular shaped scar on her stomach which looked far more recent, leading him to believe it was a result of her being shot a few weeks ago, and she had a collection of smaller scars, about eight or nine, close to her right hip. He let his eyes move back up her body, lingering on her breasts for a moment and then returning to her gaze.
"I'm going to be honest," he said and she seemed to suddenly grow nervous. He didn't like it. "I didn't even notice them until you pointed them out, I was kind of distracted." She snorted at him, her nerves seeming to fade away. "I wasn't expecting you to be flawless, no one's perfect and I know you survived a war and no one does that without getting some kind of scar. I still think you're beautiful."
"Nicely handled," she said, looking down at him amused. "You're curious, aren't you?"
"A little," he admitted.
"The bullet wound and burn are pretty obvious, the scars by my hip, I jumped out of a second story window, didn't have a soft landing. The big one is a result of Dolohov, the wizard that tried to kill me when I was sixteen, he's the one that killed my parents and the one Nat shot. Satisfied?"
He was going to reply but he wasn't that disappointed when she prevented him doing so as she lowered her chest to his and took his mouth in a kiss that almost made him forget his own name. His hands smoothed over the warm skin of her back, her hair tickled him as it fell over her shoulders and her hands alternated between tugging at his hair and smoothing over his chest and stomach in-between them. He felt them come to a stop at his belt and she pulled back to look at him, her eyes questioning.
Still feeling nervous about what was going to happen between them, he nodded, granting her permission and she sat herself up, unbuckling his belt, pulling down the zip on his jeans and unfastening the button. He swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest and his hands moving to rest against her hips. She looked up at him, a slight frown pulling at her brow and her hands moved away from his jeans, one pressing into the mattress beside his shoulder and the other resting over his heart, feeling his heart pounding against her palm and she leaned forward a little.
"What's wrong?"
"Wrong?" He questioned confused.
"You're nervous," she said, watching him carefully. "I know you, I know your facial expressions and right now, you're nervous but you're trying to hide it. Do you want me to stop? Am I pressuring you into doing something you don't want?"
"No!" He said, his eyes widening a fraction and being horrified that she even thought herself capable of making him feel such a way. She was just as respectful of his feelings and wishes as he was of hers. "You're not pressuring me into anything," he promised. "I'm just a little nervous."
"Why?"
He felt his face heat up and he cleared his throat. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Not really, no," she replied, shaking her head a little.
"You must've noticed my lack of experience kissing girls when we first started dating."
She frowned slightly. "Actually, I hadn't." He looked up at her a little surprised. He knew he'd been rubbish. "You want my honesty, well, I got the feeling you were a little nervous and that's why I took charge of things, but I never thought it was because you were inexperienced. Honestly, you were a better kisser than Ron ever was." He blushed. "I promise I'm giving you my honest opinion. Anyway, are you trying to say you're a virgin?"
His face burned hotter. "Yeah," he muttered.
"You know that's nothing to be ashamed of, right? I'm not a virgin, but I'm not all that experienced either. I can count on both hands the number of times I've had sex, maybe six or seven."
He frowned a little. "Then why aren't you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous because I'm confident with the decisions I've made since being with you. Sometimes I regret losing my virginity to Ron, sometimes I don't, but I know that I'll never regret doing anything with you because I trust you implicitly, and you're a hugely important part of my life." He stared up at her, processing her words. "If you want to stop things here and now, that's fine. I don't want to push you into anything you're not comfortable with."
"No, I'm fine," he shook his head.
"Okay then," she said, her mouth pulling into a smile. "You want me to take charge?"
He breathed out slowly. "Nope," he said, a noise of surprise falling from her mouth and being muffled by his when he sat himself up, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him as he kissed her, his tongue moving into her mouth to tease her the way he knew she liked.
She let out a sigh and her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands burying in his hair and tugging on the strands. He let his hands wander over the soft, warm skin of her back before he turned them, lowering her down onto the mattress and hovering over her. He pulled his mouth from hers, letting it trail kisses down her cheek and throat, moving to her neck and shoulders and her hands tugged a little harder at his hair when he nipped at her skin and his tongue soothed the sting, the way she did to him often. He moved his mouth lower, kissing over her collar bones and leaving her breasts for the time being, he moved to her ribcage, nipping gently and a moan fell from her lips, his ears ringing and a shiver running down his spine.
Spying her scar, he had the sudden urge to kiss it and he didn't hold back, his mouth and tongue placing little licks and kisses against the slightly rough skin tissue and she let out a noise of surprise, her legs moving to hook around his hips and her hips jerking forward searching for friction, but there was nothing to greet her and she let out a noise of impatience. A smile pulled at his mouth and he felt himself growing more confident, her hands tugging at his hair and pulling a chuckle from him.
"I swear, I will kick your arse in training," she breathed.
"You always do," he muttered against her skin, letting his eyes drift upwards and seeing her head tilted back, her eyes closed and biting at her lip, her chest rising and falling and her body arched up. He supposed he was doing something right.
Moving away from her scar for the time being, he let his lips move across her stomach until he reached the waistband of her jeans.
"It's fine," she breathed out, seeming to know without him even having to ask.
He pushed himself up and she released her grip on his hair, her hands moving to unzip and unbutton her jeans and she pushed them off her hips, lifting slightly to get them over her bum and he moved to pull them off the rest of the way, dragging them over her ankles and dropping them to the ground along with her socks and their t-shirts.
He looked back to her, feeling himself take a breath to calm himself. Her thighs were just as pale as the rest of her and her skin looked just as soft, though he noted a burn scar on her left shin and what looked to have been a stab wound on her right thigh, that also not looking as old as the others so he assumed it was either done during towards the end of the war, or she'd been injured when on a mission and not told him so he wouldn't worry about her.
His eyes darted to her underwear, they were lace, too, but they didn't match her bra as they were a dark pink colour. His eyes moved to scan her entire body, her laid out before him in nothing but her underwear, her wild hair surrounding her like a halo, her eyes dark and locked on him, her chest rising and falling with her sped up breathing and pale, soft skin begging to be touched.
She reached up and pulled him down to her, claiming his mouth with a kiss that stole his breath and made him lose focus. He found himself on his back once more, Hermione's mouth moving away from his and trailing kisses across his cheek and down to his throat, her lips sucking at the skin and he was sure she'd leave a bruise once she was done. Her teeth nipped at his jaw and his hands gripped her hips tightly when her lips and tongue soothed the slight sting before she pressed kisses to the underside of his jaw, a groan leaving him and unable to stop his hips from jerking forward, bumping against her and she let out a breathless moan.
Her hands moved to his jeans once more and this time she didn't ask and she didn't need to as he lifted his hips to help her pull the denim down his body and over his feet, taking his socks with it and dropping them to the floor, which meant they were both left in only their underwear. He pulled her back down to him and turned her onto her back as his mouth claimed hers, his body covered his and their hands wandered. His heart pounded when he felt her hand creeping down his chest and towards the waistband of his underwear, and just when he felt her fingers slip beneath, they were distracted.
Emergency sirens sounded in the distance and they pulled back from each other, their heads and eyes turning towards the window. He let out a sigh and Peter had never felt more disappointed or annoyed, but he knew it was a risk. They were superheroes; their schedules could never be written down on paper and adhered to.
Hermione looked up to him, looking both amused and disappointed. "Off you go, Spider-man."
"I don't want to leave you," he admitted.
She smiled up at him. "You've a job to do, go be the hero I know you are, I promise I'll be here when you get back."
"I don't deserve you,"
"You do," she shrugged. "But I understand, after all, for all you know Fury might call me in later and we'll find ourselves in this position again, but right now, you're needed."
He sighed before climbing off her and quickly leaving her bedroom to grab his suit from his backpack that he'd left in her kitchen. Within less than a minute he was suited up and he headed back into Hermione's bedroom, seeing that she hadn't moved from the bed.
"Be careful," she told him, "I don't want to have to heal you when you get back."
"No promises, I don't know what I'm up against until I get there," he said, moving over to her window and opening it enough that he could climb out. He knew he had to be careful, sunset wasn't due to happen for another hour and he didn't want to risk anyone seeing him leaving Hermione's apartment.
"And you won't if you don't get out."
He snorted at her, giving her a mock salute and he let his mask rise from his suit to cover his face and he jumped out the window just as Hermione threw a pillow at him.
~000~000~000~
He wasn't sure how long he'd been gone, an hour, maybe two, and by the time he arrived at Hermione's apartment he didn't bother trying to hide as it had long since grown dark and no one would see him. He knocked on the window as to not startle her and he climbed in, closed the window behind him and let his mask retract into his suit.
She wasn't in her bedroom but he could hear that she was in the apartment, he just wasn't sure where, so he took the moment to observe his surroundings for the first time. The room was dimly lit by two black lamps that sat on the white bedside tables that stood on either side of the bed, and Peter realised it was one of the biggest beds he'd ever seen. It looked to made of some kind of wood and it was painted white, the headboard pressed up against the back wall. The covers were dark in colour and the blanket looked thick and warm, and it was partially turned down. The walls themselves were dark with silver accents to help add a little colour, and the carpet was dark, too. Opposite the bed sat a white vanity table and a matching chair, and white curtains were drawn back from the windows, there being five in total; a larger one which he'd climbed out of and two smaller ones on either side. He spied a closed door opposite him and he assumed it was likely the closest which would explain the lack of furniture, and he noted the bedroom was bare like the rest of the apartment.
Finished with his observation, he decided to go in search of Hermione so she knew he was back, but as he made for the door he heard her footsteps approaching and she stepped into the room, stopping at the sight of him.
He suddenly grew nervous again. He could tell she'd recently showered, her hair looked damp, her skin still flushed from the heat of the water and her smell of vanilla was stronger than ever, swarming the air until he felt himself go dizzy. She carried a towel in her hand which she'd been using to dry her hair and he swallowed when he saw what she was wearing. His t-shirt. The one she'd peeled off him and he'd left behind. It was too big for her; the sleeves falling down to her elbows and the hem landing just a bit lower than mid-thigh, but he couldn't stop staring. There was just something about seeing her in his clothing.
Their gazes locked and he wasn't sure how to proceed. The way they'd left things was a bit awkward and he wasn't sure what to do next.
"Well, hey, Mr. Superhero," she teased, slowly taking a step towards him.
"Hey," he replied, his eyes watching her.
"So, what was it?"
"An apartment building on fire," he replied. "I managed to get those the fireman couldn't reach out before the building collapsed."
"Well, that's very impressive," she said, dropping the towel onto the vanity table and taking another step towards him. "I can see why you were gone for so long."
"Well..." He swallowed and shifted on his feet. "I stopped a car thief, a mugger and helped an injured woman to the hospital on the way back."
"You've been very busy, you must be tired."
"I...er... Tired? Nope, I'm fine, wide awake, you'd think I'd drank a dozen energy drinks, but no, completely fine...Not tired in the slightest," he rambled and her mouth twitched in amusement.
"That's good to hear," she said, and before he knew it she was stood in front of him, her eyes locked on his and her hands were pressed against his chest, him feeling the movements of her fingers ticking his skin beneath his suit. "I've got to say, Spider-man, this suit's working for me."
"What?" He blurted out.
She gave him an amused smile. "The suit, I approve," she tilted her head to the side and bit her lip. He swallowed. "It's very tight and as your girlfriend, I feel it's my duty to have a good stare every now and then, and it doesn't leave much to the imagination. But as much as I love seeing you wear it, what do you say we get this off you and continue from where he left off?"
He nodded and brought his hand up, hitting his palm against the spider emblem in the centre of his chest and she raised an eyebrow when his suit was no longer glued to his skin, but baggy and hanging off him.
"Alright," she said amused, reaching up on her tiptoes and pressing her mouth against his, distracting him as her tongue moved to part his lips and her hands came up to his shoulders, curling around the edge of his suit and pulling it down his arms and body.
He pulled his hands free and helped her to push his suit off his hips were it fell to the ground and he kicked his legs and feet free, leaving him in his boxers. His arms curled around her and pulled her against him whilst she turned them and guided him back towards the bed. When his calves hit the edge of the bed they pulled back from each other and quickly climbed on to the bed, pulling the blanket further out of the way and Hermione pulled him down on top of her, her thighs cradling his body as they kissed. His hands slipped below her t-shirt and gripped at her hips before he froze above her, not feeling the fabric of her underwear.
"You're not wearing underwear," he muttered, pulling back to look down at her in surprise.
"No, or a bra either, why would I bother to put them on when I'd only have to take them off again?" She responded. "You're nervous again, aren't you?"
"A little," he admitted.
"You shouldn't be, and I'll prove it."
She reached for his right hand, clasping hers around it and then dragging it down in-between their bodies. His breath hitched when the felt the heat of her centre brush against his hand and then she suddenly pressed it against her until his fingers slipped through her folds and his eyes widened when he felt the wetness of her arousal. His face flushed as he looked down between their bodies and then back to her.
"That's why you shouldn't be nervous. We've only kissed and you've gotten that reaction from me. So, you're confident in your ability to help people and you're confident in your school work, show me some confidence in this."
"Okay," he breathed out. "I can do that," he nodded. "Confident, be confident," he muttered to himself.
"I'll help you, it's easy," she told him, giving his hand a nudge until his fingers slipped through her folds once more, getting coated in her arousal and they both took a deep breath.
He kept his gaze locked on hers, allowing her to manipulate his fingers and teaching him what to do, luckily for him he'd always been a fast learner and a good student; his grades proved that. So it didn't take him long to find her little bundle of nerves and put pressure on it, a gasp falling from her lips and her hips jerking forward, a smile tugging at his mouth.
Now that he'd found it, he experimented with different pressures, movements and rhythms, noting which ones affected her and how and filing it away for future use. Barely minutes later, her breathing was laboured, her thighs squeezed his hips and she was biting at her lip, trying to keep her gasps and moans from being released but failing. He felt her hand trying to push his lower and he got the message and did as she wanted. He shifted his hand and kept his eyes on her face as he found her entrance and he slipped a finger into her, feeling her warm, wet, tight channel surrounding him and gripping his finger tightly. She gasped and arched off the bed, and he took a slow breath, trying to absorb it all. If it felt that way with only a finger, he could only imagine how it would feel when they did have sex.
She was tugging on his hand and he calmed himself, letting her control the movement as she rocked her hips against him. She pushed down on his finger and in understanding he was careful when he slipped a second finger into her, being surprised by the loud moan that fell from her mouth, and she tried to push his thumb towards her little bundle of nerves but couldn't at the odd angle, so he reached for it, pushing down on it. She let out a breathless cry and her body arched into him, his fingers moving deeper into her.
She seemed to lose focus and she removed her hand from his, allowing him to do the rest by himself and he didn't want to disappoint her. He felt her hands reach out and settle on his hips before they tugged at the waistband of his boxers and before he could process it, her hand had slipped beneath and was wrapped around his hardened length and she was working him up.
It felt so different to the times when he'd done it himself, after all, he was a teenager and he could admit –not willingly, though- to having masturbated in his life, especially to the thoughts of Hermione being in similar situations to the one they were in now. Her hand was small and soft and warm, and she gripped him tightly but not painfully so. She twisted her wrist and ran her nails teasingly ran over him, and she ran her thumb over the tip to gather the leaking liquid to use as lubrication to better aid with the movement of her hand. It was all very overwhelming to his senses.
He grew so distracted by what she was doing to him, he'd stopped with the movement of his hand and she rocked her hips insistently and dug her nails into his hip, bringing him back to focus. Only a few minutes passed by and he knew if he let her continue touching him it'd all be over for him, so he reached between them and pulled her hand free of him. She let out a sound of protest but was too busy being lost in the feelings he was causing her.
He applied a little more pressure and twisted his fingers experimentally inside of her and then he felt her pulsing around him, so he did it again, and again and again, and then she let out a breathless gasp, her walls clamping down on his fingers tightly, her body arching into his and he could feel her thighs shaking against his hips. She sank back into the mattress, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead, her eyes closed, a smile pulling at her mouth and her face slightly flushed. He thought she'd never looked more beautiful and it was something he'd never get used to seeing.
He pulled his hand from in-between them and shuffled a little to get himself more comfortable as he stared down at her. Her eyes fluttered open, her browns orbs glazed over and a dazed look in her eyes.
She let out a breath. "See, confidence?"
"Confidence," he nodded slightly.
"Great, now come here," she said, reaching for him and pulling him down on top of her as she kissed him. He discreetly tried to wipe his hand as he grasped the fabric of her t-shirt in his hand but she chuckled against his mouth, letting him know he'd been unsuccessful. "Alright, we've waited long enough, pants off..."
"I don't have anything with me... I never expected to be doing this with you and..."
"Peter, it's alright," she smiled softly. "We don't need it, I'm on the Contraception Potion and it's one hundred percent effective. And I'm clean, I got myself tested after I found out about Ron cheating on me, I haven't been with anyone else. Trust me, you won't care, it'll feel a lot better without condoms anyway."
Nerves creeping in once more he pulled back from her far enough that he was able to pull his boxers off and his erection sprung free, and whilst he did that, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, dropping it to the ground. All his nerves flew out the window when he stared down at her naked body. Her hair wild and messy, her face and chest lightly flushed, her pale skin contrasting against the dark sheets and her scars standing out. She was beautiful.
"You okay?" She asked him.
"Huh?" He answered, too busy staring at her naked chest and watching the movement as she breathed.
"You're fine," she said, sounding amused.
She reached for him, dragging him down on top of her, his erection brushing her stomach and she blindly reached for the blanket, feeling it covering his body and it helped to fight off the chill in the room. She kissed him until his nerves were forgotten and her hand slipped between them, grasping him and gently pumping her hand over him.
He felt her shift beneath him, her thighs parting a little more to better accommodate his larger frame and she guided him towards her centre. His hand moved to wrap around hers and he pulled back to lock gazes with her as the head of his length nudged her entrance. Taking a breath, they both guided him into her, his breath hitching as he slipped into her slowly until he couldn't move anymore. A gasp fell from her and her hands moved to grip at his back, and his head tipped forward, burying against her neck as he breathed deeply, his hands clenching into fists on either side of her head and gritting his teeth.
It was all far too overwhelming and he wasn't sure how to process it. It felt so good, she was so tight and warm and soft that it was almost painful for him and he needed a moment to get used to the feeling.
Her hands started to softly run over his back, her fingers dancing across his skin in slow, soothing patterns that helped to calm him.
"I know everything's different for you, that you're over sensitised," she spoke softly against his ear. "So don't feel as though you have to rush, take your time to process it, I'm not going anywhere. Literally, 'cause you're on top of me and preventing me from doing so."
He breathed out a laugh against her neck and it gave him something else to focus on. He pulled his head back and looked down at her and she smiled up at him softly. He lowered his head, catching her mouth with his and he braced himself on his forearms as he pulled his hips back and slowly moved forward, repeating the movement. With every few thrusts, he experimented with changes in his speed, or angle, or force, taking note of how each one not only affected him but Hermione, too.
Her hands had slipped around his back and hooked over his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin and moans and breathless cries being caught in his mouth every time he thrust into her. Minutes later he let instinct take over and he lost all thought as he focused on chasing the release that was eluding him, he could feel it creeping up behind him but he had to catch it. He shifted his hips and in response Hermione's body arched up into him, letting him move into her deeper and her muscles clamped around him tightly. That was it. That was what he'd been waiting for.
His movements grew erratic and he pulled his mouth from hers, his face burying in her neck as he found his release that ended with a muffled groan of her name against her skin.
He collapsed on top of her, his face remaining buried in her neck, his breathing coming out in pants, his heart pounding in his chest, his head fuzzy and Hermione's hands ran through his hair, down his shoulders and back and back up, repeating the process.
"God," he breathed out and Hermione let out a laugh. "That was..." he trailed off, not even being able to describe it. With his sensitivity to everything around him, things for him always felt more intense than it did for others and sometimes it was overwhelming and he didn't know how to process it. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked down at her, getting caught in her gaze and she smiled up at him. "You didn't..."
"No, but that's fine," she answered. "It was your first time, I know how sensitive you are and it's going to take time for you to get used to this. But it doesn't matter; you took care of me before so I don't feel cheated."
"I do," he frowned. "I feel guilty."
"Why?" She raised an eyebrow. "It's not like you were selfish and only thought about yourself."
He shifted his body, pulling away from her and he moved to lay on his side beside her before he hooked his arm around her, tugging her closer to him and rolling her onto her side so they were facing each other.
"What are you doing?" She asked him.
"Taking care of you," he answered, his hand dropping down to her thigh and lifting it to drape over his hip, giving him more room to drop his hand in-between them and his fingers slipped through her folds, brushed over her nub and he slipped a finger into her.
He watched her face, the way her head tilted back, her lips parted as she breathed out and her eyes fell shut. Her hand twisted into the sheets beneath her and her other hand reached out, finding purchase on his waist and she squeezed tightly, her nails digging into him. A shiver ran down his spine and goosebumps erupted over him.
He shifted slightly, slipping a second finger into her and he reached up with his thumb, putting pressure on her nub the way she'd shown him. A gasp fell from her and her eyes flew open, getting caught in his gaze.
"You're a really fast learner," she breathed out, her teeth biting into her lip to try and hold back a moan but it broke free and his mouth pulled into a smile.
He felt her hips moving against his hand and he twisted his fingers inside of her, searching for the spot that would send her flying over the edge. Her nails dug into his skin a little harder, her mouth dropped open and her skin flushed a light pink, from her face right down to her chest. He'd never get used to the sight she made, he was sure of it. Her hips rocked a little faster, her breathing sped up and her gasps and moans became more frequent and seemed to be getting louder.
"Peter..."
She was close, he could feel it in the way she was pulsing around his fingers and he was determined to push her over the edge. He leaned forward, his mouth latching onto her throat and moving towards her little weak spot, just as he found that special spot inside of her. She clamped around him tightly, her nails digging into him and a loud, breathless gasp fell from her lips.
He pulled his head back to watch her fall apart and it was something he'd never forget. Her hips slowed to a stop and he pulled his hand away from her, not knowing what to do he wiped it on the bed sheets and then settled it against her hip, his fingers gently drumming out a rhythm against her skin.
"I've got to say, Spider-man," she breathed out. "You beat Ron in every way imaginable; personality, intelligence, capabilities, as a boyfriend, kissing and sex."
His cheeks flushed. "You don't mean that," he said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I do," she said, her eyes opening and looking a little glassy. "I've never lied to you and I never will. You made me orgasm twice and with no experience beforehand, Ron had experience before we got together and sometimes he couldn't even make me orgasm at all. So take my words to heart and be more confident in yourself. It may have been your first time but for me, it was the best sex I've had. And for an ego boost, you're definitely bigger than him."
He wasn't sure how to feel about her words, embarrassed, surprised, confident, smug? He felt a little bit of each.
He saw her hand reach for something beneath her pillow and she drew back with her wand. He didn't quite know what she'd done after waving it and muttering beneath her breath, but given that he felt cleaner, he'd guess it was something to do with that.
"You alright?" She asked him, slipping her wand back beneath her pillow.
"I'm good, you?"
"Never better," she replied, shifting a little closer to him and he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her waist. "What time do you have to be home?" Hermione asked, her eyes closed and her head tilted forward to rest against his chest.
"May's gone away for the night with some friends; she's not due back until tomorrow evening."
He felt her mouth pull into a smile. "So I have you all to myself for the next twenty-four hours?"
"Unless one of us gets called away," he nodded.
"Don't jinx it," she said, lifting her hand to lightly slap at his chest and he chuckled at her. "So, are you staying the night?"
"Not if you don't want me to."
"Of course I want you to, I always sleep better when you're with me," she replied and a smile pulled at his mouth. "We should probably take a nap," she said, sounding sleepy
"Why?"
"Now that we've gotten past the awkward stage of seeing each other naked and having sex for the first time, we've just opened up a whole world of possibilities, we can even get a bit creative; between my magic and your abilities, sex between us will never be boring."
Peter felt his face heat up at her words and knowing without even looking at him, she laughed before tilting her head to press a kiss to his jaw and she snuggled against him, both of them falling asleep with smiles pulling at their faces.
~000~000~000~
As Peter stepped out of school and headed down the steps with his backpack slung over his shoulder and his hands folded into the pockets of his hoody, he was more than surprised to see an expensive black sports car parked at the side of the curb, right outside the school, and he was even more surprised when Hermione stepped out from the car and smiled at him over the top of the car roof.
"Watch it, Penis!"
Peter stumbled and almost tripped down the last few stairs and he turned to his left to see Flash Thompson, the bane of his existence, smirking at him as he descended the last few steps and was he followed by a group of jocks who laughed and shoved him, too.
He could practically feel Hermione's narrowed gaze and he turned towards her, seeing he'd been right. Her eyes were narrowed on Flash and his friends, her brow was creased and she pursed her lips, not looking the slightest bit happy. Sighing, he made short work of the last few steps and though he probably shouldn't be, he was surprised when she closed the car door, rounded the car and walked towards him.
He knew she had something planned as she stopped right in front of Flash and his posse. He saw the way Flash and the others looked to Hermione in surprise, their eyes widening as they took in her figure, her dark denim jeans hugging her bum, hips and ankles, and her t-shirt tight and fitting to her frame, showing the curve of her breasts and waist, and her wild curls hanging down her back, her pretty features uncovered.
Peter knew he had no reason to be jealous but that didn't stop the feeling from surfacing when he saw the way they were eyeing his girlfriend, and he wasn't the least bit surprised when Flash stepped in front of Hermione, smirking down at her.
"I haven't seen you 'round here before," he said.
Hermione looked to him bored and Peter admitted he did kind of hope that Hermione took him down a peg or two, and hopefully without embarrassing him in the process, but he knew that probably wouldn't happen. She loved to tease him.
"No, I don't suppose you have," she replied.
"British? I wasn't expecting that."
"No, I don't suppose you were."
"What's brought you here?"
"And I should tell you that because?"
"What's with the hostility?" Flash asked, still not relenting with his smirk, probably thinking Hermione was just playing hard to get.
Hermione looked to Flash and then her eyes darted over to him, a bright smile pulling at her mouth and her dimples showing. Peter saw Flash look over his shoulder, a look of surprise settling over his face.
"Peter," she exclaimed happily, certainly drawing the attention of his peers.
He couldn't find it in himself to care, especially when she darted around Flash and hurried over to him, jumping towards him and he caught her in his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He almost laughed at the look on Flash's face but having Hermione in his arms after almost a week without seeing her stopped him from doing so and he buried his face in her neck, her scent of vanilla surrounding him. She pulled back from him but took his hand in hers, twining their fingers together as she beamed up at him.
"When'd you get back?" He asked, smiling down at her and reaching out to push her hair out of her face, she leaned into his touch.
"Not too long ago, I came straight here, I'll tell you the details later and it was my first solo mission, so I've got lots of gossip."
He chuckled at her and nodded, knowing they shouldn't discuss the details of her mission in public. Whilst they hadn't seen each other in a week because Hermione had been at the compound, they'd still spoken to each other several times a day. But three days ago she'd been sent out on a mission which meant she wasn't allowed to contact him until the mission was over and she was back on US soil. He hadn't known she was back and her showing up at his school was a surprise he more than approved of.
"Where'd you get the car?" He asked, gesturing to it with a tilt of his head.
"Tony," she answered and he nodded, the car looked familiar to him and now he knew why. "We're working on a few experiments, I suggested a beat up ford or beetle, but you know Tony, he only works with the best even if that means it's going to end up at the scrap yard, but whatever, it's his money," she shrugged and he chuckled. "Anyway, I thought I'd surprise you."
"Well, this is a surprise I'm happy to have," he replied, smiling down at her.
"Hey, Penis!"
Peter let out a sigh and Hermione's smile was wiped from her face, a less than pleased look replacing it.
"Yes, Flash?" He questioned, looking to the larger boy as he approached them, his posse following behind him.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" He asked, deliberately looking Hermione up and down and smirking. Peter had never wanted to punch someone so much. "Is she a relative of yours?"
Peter bit his tongue. "No, this is Hermione, my girlfriend," he answered. Flash's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
"Peter, will you wait for me by the car, I feel I need to have a chat with this acquaintance of yours."
Peter eyed her carefully before slowly nodding, releasing her hand and making his way over to the car and standing beside it. He saw Hermione step forward, her arms crossed over her chest and a sweet smile on her face. When she wore that look it didn't bode well for anyone. He tried to listen in to what she was saying, but there was too much noise to single out her voice alone, so all he had to go on were Flash's facial expressions and that didn't help him much.
Hermione reached up and patted his bully lightly on the shoulder before she turned and walked away, heading towards him until she stopped before him.
"What did you say to him?" He asked her curiously, looking down into her big brown eyes, then up to a wide-eyed, mouth hung open, eyebrows high on his forehead, Flash Thompson.
She smiled up at him and he raised an eyebrow. "I really don't think you want me repeating that," she said. "It's better to leave it to the imagination, but now he should leave you alone."
"Bullying's part of high school," he told her.
"I know, I've had my fair share of bullies over the years, even punched one in the face when I was thirteen," she responded, a fond smile pulling at her face and he felt his eyes widen in surprise. "Now, I've something to ask of you."
"Alright," he said, not sure if he should be nervous or not.
"Kiss me,"
He looked down at her a little confused but he did lower his head, his eyes closing briefly as he pressed his mouth to her soft, warm lips in a chaste kiss and then he pulled back from her.
"Peter, kiss me," she breathed out.
His eyes locked on hers before he reached out, his hands settling on her hips and his fingers pressing into her over her clothing. He jerked her forward and she stumbled into him, her hands landing on his chest and catching her fall and his mouth twitched at the way her breathing hitched and he heard her heart rate increase; he did so love to see the effect he had on her.
He lowered his head towards her slowly, teasingly, until she grew impatient and she stretched up on her tiptoes, her mouth pressing against his hungrily. His chuckle was soon cut off when she nipped at his lip in warning and then she soothed the sting with a swipe of her tongue, before parting her mouth in invitation. He took it, his tongue meeting hers as he pulled her further against him, his arm wrapping around her and holding him to her tightly. He felt one of her hands grip the fabric of his sweater and the other moved up towards his neck, getting tangled in his hair and tugging on the strands.
A groan left him and was caught in her mouth and feeling her smiling against his lips, his hand moved from her hip and down to her ass, giving it a light swot and she startled against him, tugging a little harder on his hair. His hand stayed on her ass but slipped into the back pocket of her jeans, and his arm moved up, his hand cradling the back of her neck and his fingers getting tangled in her soft curls and angling her head a little better.
A sigh left her and his mouth pulled into a smile when her hand released its grip on his sweater and instead moved to slip beneath his clothing, her hand pressing against his bare stomach and her fingers tickling his abs.
He knew they were both getting caught up in each other, especially when he felt his body reacting to her and he heard whistling and catcalls, and though he loathed doing it, he pulled his mouth from hers and kept his face close to hers but further enough away that he could look down and see her expression.
Her eyes remained closed a little longer than his did and she let out a content sigh. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, her mouth looking a little redder and plumper and when she finally opened her eyes to look at him, her brown orbs had glazed over. He felt quite pleased with himself. His confidence had only increased since he and Hermione had started having sex, and now, almost two months later, he knew exactly how to get to her, how to make her weak-kneed and lost for words, and he enjoyed doing so.
"Now that is how you kiss a girl," she breathed out and his mouth twitched into a smirk when she leaned her body against his, pushing his body back into the car behind him. "And it'll certainly stop you from being bullied."
He briefly looked up, seeing many of his school peers whispering between themselves and staring at him in disbelief, because it was such a surprise that dorky Peter Parker had a girlfriend, but not just any girlfriend, someone as beautiful as Hermione.
"Merlin! I missed you," she sighed, her head dropping forward to lean against his chest.
He chuckled. "You were only gone for three days."
"Are you saying you didn't miss me, too?" She asked, lifting her head and raising an eyebrow.
"Like crazy," he nodded, a smile pulling at his mouth when he saw her biting her lip.
"You know, I love it when you wear these sweater vests. You look..."
"Like a dork?" He interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmmm," she hummed. "But a sexy dork." He snorted at her. "I'm being serious, seeing you like this just does something to me," she said, pushing her body flush against his. "I don't know if you know, but I'm a bit of an academic myself."
"Is that so?" He muttered, his eyes locked on hers.
"Hmmm, I swear, if you recite the periodic table to me I'll climb you like a tree, and given my fear of heights, that's saying something. I'm considering doing it right now just because of this," she tapped his chest and he felt his face flush. "Is your Aunt home?" She asked, her eyes suggestive and he felt his own heart rate pick up and he swallowed and took a deep breath when her hand –still beneath his clothing - moved down to rest against the waistband of his jeans.
"No," he shook his head. "She said she was going out for dinner with some friends and then going to see a movie. She won't be back until late, especially if she gets a few drinks in her."
"Do you have any homework or studying to do?" She asked.
His mouth twitched in amusement; she was always so careful she didn't interrupt his school work as she believed academics to be highly important and she didn't want to be the cause of his grades slipping.
"No," he shook his head. "Homework's to read a few chapters from a book I've already finished, and there's a report due next week but I've done that, too."
Her mouth twitched. "You're so much like me that it actually scares me sometimes," she said and he chuckled at her. "So, do you want to get out of here?"
"And do what?" He asked, pretending to be oblivious.
She smiled at him and tilted her head slightly. "I'm sure we can find something that will be pleasurable for both of us."
A shiver went down his spine at the way her breath ghosted over the skin of his neck and he took a deep breath.
"So, Mr. Superhero," she muttered, "Your place or mine?"
He looked down at her and she smirked up at him, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.
"Yours it is," she said knowingly.
Whilst he loved being with her at her apartment without any chance of being interrupted, he loved it even more when she was in his room because then his bed sheets also seemed to smell like her. That was, until his Aunt washed them and he had to find a way to sneak Hermione back into his room long enough to leave her scent over his sheets once more. But she was the same, except it was with his shirts.
When he went over to her apartment to 'study' or work on some 'superhero stuff,' he was also sure to take an extra shirt with him because she always stole the shirt she peeled off him. If he returned home wearing a different shirt and his Aunt noticed, she didn't say anything. If his supply of t-shirts and hoodies was quickly dwindling down, she didn't mention it either.
"Let's go," she said, reaching up to press a kiss against his neck and he groaned when he felt her teeth gently nip at his skin and her tongue darted out to soothe the sting.
She pulled back from him, having to physically pry his hand off her ass because he didn't want to let go and his eyes watched her as she rounded the car and opened the driver's side door. Clearing his throat, he opened the passenger's side door and climbed in, but he frowned when Hermione shut her door and his eyes followed her movements as she walked back over to Flash and the group of jocks that surrounded him and she stopped in front him.
There weren't as many people nearby and the noises surrounding him had quieted, meaning he could probably hear what she was going to say. He hoped it wouldn't be embarrassing.
"You can make fun of my boyfriend all you want," he heard her say. "But, don't be jealous that's he's the one that's getting laid tonight. And let me tell you, he's very good at it."
Peter wasn't sure if he should be mortified or surprised, if he should be smug –after all, that comment was quite the ego boost- or if he should dig himself a hole and bury his head in it, or if he should laugh or cry. He felt his face flame red and he shifted on the leather seat when Hermione returned to the car and Flash and the jocks were all staring at him with the most stunned expression he'd ever seen in his life.
She climbed back in the car and he turned to look at her, his own eyes being wide, his face red and his mouth parted. He tried to speak but all he managed was a gasping sound.
"You okay, Superhero?" She asked innocently, fastening her seatbelt and turning on the ignition. That same gasping sound left him and she laughed. "Wow, it's not often I have you lost for words, but now I'm pretty sure they won't say a bad word against you, in fact, they might just worship the ground you walk on, and it's the least you deserve," she said. He blinked at her slowly. "Anyway, you know we're expected at the compound this weekend for training exercises, right?"
He nodded slowly, managing to break free of his shock just enough that he was able to fasten his own seatbelt.
"Yeah, Tony called yesterday to tell me, so I was kind of hoping you'd be back from your mission by then, I mean, they wouldn't have training exercises without you there."
Hermione nodded. "I'll pick you up after school on Friday and apparate us over."
"I'm on a field trip to MoMA, so I might be back late," he answered.
"That's fine," she replied. "I'm not expecting everyone to be there anyway. Nat, Cap and Bucky went to Wakanda a few days ago and aren't due back until Monday. Clint's with his family, Wanda and Vision still haven't made an appearance at the compound; I can't even remember when I last saw them, maybe a month ago? It's looking as though it's just going to be us, Sam, Tony and Rhodey. Why they couldn't take Sam with them I don't know," she sighed. "Anyway, are you up for being a little adventurous?"
He took a deep breath and refused to look at anything but her. "When?"
"Good answer," she smirked. "I was thinking about sneaking into your room at the compound and seeing just how many surfaces are a suitable replacement for a bed," she answered. "But, we can always get in a little practice tonight."
"I swear if you don't drive I'm going to have a heart attack."
She laughed at him before she reached over, pressed a kiss to his cheek and then she settled back in her seat, pulling away from the school.
~000~000~000~
He didn't know what was happening to him. He wasn't even sure if he could remember all that had happened in the last several hours.
He'd been on the school bus for a class field trip. He'd been replying to a text Hermione had sent, asking if he'd wanted to see a little more of her magical world, which of course he did. What person wouldn't want to see the world of magic, especially after witnessing what he had with the dragons? He'd been smiling at her reply of how jealous Mr. Stark would be once he learned of where she was taking him and they'd have to avoid the compound because he'd been crying for weeks.
And then everything went to shit.
He'd felt it before he saw it. A shiver had gone done his spine, his body erupted into goosebumps, everything in his being just screamed 'Danger! Danger!' And then he saw it, a giant space donut in the sky.
After that everything just seemed to be a blur. There were aliens attacking the city, Mr. Stark fighting alongside wizards that weren't actually wizards, and Bruce Banner had finally made an appearance after being missing for months, and after all of that, he still didn't know where'd he been and to make matters worse, he couldn't seem to Hulk-up when they needed him the most.
The alien-thing had been one of the strongest opponents he'd ever faced and he'd received a few blows that had definitely bruised. He'd been instructed to chase after the wizard-non-wizard and stop him from being abducted by the aliens, which had him nearly falling to his death thousands of feet above ground, getting a new and improved suit despite the one he had only being a few months old, and getting trapped in space on an alien spaceship as a stowaway.
Mr. Stark hadn't been happy after discovering him there, Peter believed he'd more than made up for it with his plan that allowed them to capture the alien, which ultimately led to his death, but they'd still been trapped on the spaceship.
He wasn't quite sure how they'd gotten into a standoff with a bunch of aliens and an alien-human that had pointed an alien-gun-thing at his head, but all he'd thought was 'God, Hermione's going to kill me.'
All he knew was they were allies and the leader of the aliens didn't think Thor was handsome. What kind of person didn't think Thor, the God of Thunder wasn't good looking? He'd honestly found that more surprising than he had learning of what they were up against.
Mr. Stark had a plan, Peter thought it'd been a good one but the other guy, the leader of the aliens, seemed to be an idiot and to have a problem with someone else being in charge even if that meant the chances of success was increased.
Before he knew it they were fighting a giant alien that looked like a raisin, who wanted to wipe out half of the universe with a golden gauntlet and shiny magical gems. And they failed.
He'd begged Mr. Stark to save him, to stop it from happening. He knew what was coming and he wasn't ready for it, he wasn't ready to die, to leave his Aunt May and the others, and Hermione. He couldn't leave her, not when she didn't know how much she meant to him and how happy she made him.
He wasn't ready to give up the chance of having a life with her. Peter wasn't stupid, he knew he was young and that most couples didn't tend to last once you left school and grew up. He knew most 'first love' relationships didn't last and you almost always got your heartbroken. But that didn't stop him from wanting a life with Hermione, that didn't stop him from seeing them still being together five, ten, twenty years down the line.
He was young, still a teenager, and he and Hermione hadn't even been together a full year yet, but he knew Hermione was 'it' for him. He could feel it. They weren't like most teenagers; Hermione was a magical witch and an ex-child soldier turned Avenger, and he was a superhero and soon to be Avenger. No one understood them the way they did each other, no one would be able to handle the strains their jobs would put on a relationship the way they did, no one would be able to understand the responsibility, exhaustion and the scars that came with it, not like they did. He and Hermione may have been young in age, but with the things they'd faced and continued to face every day, they were far more mature than any teenager had a right to be, sometimes it even seemed as though they were the adults when the rest of the Avengers were messing around and acting childish.
No one could make him laugh or smile the way Hermione could. No one had the ability to calm him and offer him comfort and reassurances the way Hermione did. No one understood him the way she did. No one defended him the way she did. No one could make him feel confident and powerful, but nervous and shy the way like she did.
He was a teenage superhero and he knew that he wanted to have little magical-superhero babies with Hermione. He wasn't ready to give up the chance of having that with her.
But, as he laid on the ground in Mr. Stark's hold, he knew he wouldn't be making it back to earth, or back to Hermione.
He could feel it taking over. The cold settling into his very bones, sweeping through his body and clutching at his heart. The darkness invading his mind, clouding his thoughts and memories but he refused to forget Hermione. His nerves were on fire, his skin burning and tingling. His stomach knotting painfully. He could smell blood, sweat and death from all around him, and all he heard was silence.
It was probably best he died in space; if Hermione got her hands on him after learning of his space trip he was sure she'd make his death so painful he'd still feel it when he was buried six feet under. His mouth twitched the slightest bit and he closed his eyes, feeling a tear leak from the corner, trailing down his cheek and hearing it hit the dusty ground beneath him.
It was coming.
He opened his eyes, not wanting to die alone.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, staring into the horrified eyes of his mentor. "Tell Hermione I love her."