Ummm... I'm sorry? Idk what else to say here...
TW: non-consensual activity (yikes)
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
3rd Person P.O.V.
"I'm Harley. Nice to meet you."
The blond boy had seemed nice enough, his southern accent charming anyone he spoke to. Peter smiled, shaking Harley's hand. Oh, if only he had known what was in store... he never would've accepted that outstretched hand.
Harley was... strange, to say the least. Peter often felt eyes watching him whenever the blond was around, and occasionally that same presence after Harley had supposedly gone home. It freaked the smaller boy out.
He should've never let his guard down. He should've been more careful. Well, he was certainly going to pay the price.
Peter woke up, groaning. His head hurt, vision unfocused. He could feel his wrists and ankles tied down to the chair he was sitting in. Panic flooded his mind, struggling against the restraints. How did he get here? Where exactly was here?! He looked up, eyes wide and frightened. He was in a dark room, windows shut off and a small light illuminating the space around Peter.
"Oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He yelled, frustrated and scared. He heard a door open in the distance, closing and locking right after. Light footsteps echoed off the wooden floor, Peter unable to see who it was.
"You're awake," the person observed, the southern drawl sounding oddly familiar.
"... Harley?" The brunette questioned, feeling a short wave of relief wash over him. "What's going on? Why am I here? What happened?" Harley flipped a switch, light flooding the room. Peter looked around the room, heartbeat speeding up. Over against the wall was a bed, with leather restraints attached to all four bed posts. "Harls...?"
"You had no idea, Peter. No idea!" the southern boy exclaimed, eyes wide and staring at Peter intensely. "How could you not see it? I made it so obvious..."
"What?" Peter was breathing heavily, swallowing nervously. "What do you mean?" Harley shook his head slowly, stepping closer to the brunette.
"I made it so obvious," he insisted. "That I liked you. Why did you ignore me?" Peter shook his head quickly, eyes wide.
"I didn't know..." Harley scoffed, stepping closer still.
"Bullshit. You knew, and chose to ignore me. But now... now you can't ignore me!" A sick grin spread across his face, eyes staring deep into Peter's soul.
"W-what are you going to do to me?"
"We're going to have a little fun," Harley smiled, walking up behind Peter's chair and grabbing the smaller boy by the chin, forcing him to look up. "Don't you want to have fun?"
"No!" he yelled, trying to squirm out of Harley's firm grip. He couldn't do much, however, since his arms were tied behind his back. The blond clicked his tongue, tutting disapprovingly. He dropped Peter's chin, moving around to straddle the smaller boy's lap.
"Wrong answer, darlin'." Peter's breaths were coming in quick pants, whimpering quietly as Harley dragged his fingers along the brunette's jawline, smoothly pushing his chin up to expose Peter's throat. "Such pretty, unmarked skin... how 'bout I fix that for you, hmm?" Harley latched onto Peter's neck, biting and sucking at the skin.
"NO HARLEY, STOP!" Peter cried, panicking. He tried to thrash around, fighting his restraints, Harley using a hand to push him roughly against the chair. "Please..." The blond backed off, admiring the reddish-purple spot he had left.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, darlin'," he smiled, pressing the fresh hickey with his thumb, hard. Peter flinched away, tears leaking from his eyes squeezed shut.
"Harley..."
"Oh, baby, it's ok," he cooed, cradling the side of Peter's face. "You know, you look so perfect when you cry..." Harley put both his hands in Peter's messy brown curls, the normally soothing gesture feeling invasive for the poor boy.
"P-please, Harley..." Peter sobbed, chest heaving with each uneven breath. Harley clicked his tongue, hands moving down from the back of Peter's head, migrating to his chest. The brunette immediately regretted his choice of clothing, Harley slowly unbuttoning his shirt and caressing his chest and stomach.
"You're so beautiful... so perfect... I want you so bad!" He pushed himself up against Peter, legs straddled. The brunette could feel Harley against his crotch, anxiety spiking from how hard the southern boy was. Harley kissed him roughly, shoving his tongue inside Peter's mouth.
"Mmph- !" He struggled against the taller boy, making sounds of protest. His discomfort went unheard by Harley however, who held the kiss as his hands went down, exploring Peter's body. He pulled away slowly, breathing heavily, eyes dilated.
"Wow, darlin', you taste so good..." Harley's hands moved down to Peter's pants, dipping his fingers under the waistband. "I bet the rest of you is just as good."
"Nononononono- PLEASE, HARLEY, DON'T!" He screamed, squirming and pulling at the ropes that held him in place. The blond held up a finger to Peter's lips, shaking his head.
"Be good," he insisted. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. Just you wait."
"N-no, no..." Peter cried out, choking on sobs. "Please..."
Hey so what do y'all think should happen next cause I have multiple ideas and can't decide so what do y'all want
Requests?
