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“They’re moving.” Peter said looking down at the tracker and turned to hurriedly walk out of the room.

“Be careful.” Ned called out as his friend left him.

As Peter tries to walk down the hall unnoticed, it was then of all times that his crush chose to approach him..Liz Allen was the kind of girl who turned heads without even trying. Her dark, wavy hair was down behind her back. Her athletic build was accentuated by the chic one-piece swimsuit she wore, a white towel over her shoulder. Peter, despite his own secret life as Spider-Man, couldn’t help but feel a little starstruck every time he saw her.

“Hey, Liz.” He nervously greeted her.

“Perfect timing. We’re gonna go swimming.” Liz whispered excitedly. “Come on, come on, come on.” 

Liz waved through a trail of their teammates who approached from behind Peter.

“What?” Was all Peter could say as the teenagers sneaked by him, snickering quietly to each other.

“Hey, Peter.” Betty trailed past.

“Hi.” Cindy waved. 

“Hey!” Peter says, turning to watch as Flash slapped him on the ass, causing him to yelp.

“I was, uh... I was gonna go study, um, in the business center.” Peter stammered through his lie.

“Peter, you don’t need to study.” Liz told him “ You’re, like, the smartest guy I’ve ever met.”

Peter looked at Liz, bewitched.

“And besides…” She continued. ”Um, a rebellious group activity the day before competition is good for morale.”

Peter looked at her quizzically.

“Um, well, I read that in a TED Talk, so, I-I heard it in a TED Talk.” She corrected herself. “And I read a coaching book.”

“Wow, you really…” Peter was amazed at her passion for leadership. “This is really important to you.”

“Yeah. It’s our future.” She explained “I’m not gonna screw it up. Besides, we raided the minibar and these candy bars were, like, eleven dollars. So get your trunks on and come on.”

She threw a candy bar at Peter which he caught in his chest.

“Come on.” She said as she turned for the pool to catch up with the others.

But Peter couldn’t join them and soon…

He wore his suit without the mask, as he watched Liz through a window on the roof. The hotel pool was lit up in a soft blue glow, the sound of laughter and splashing echoing through the warm D.C. night. Peter Parker stood outside the widow as he watched his Academic Decathlon teammates enjoy their youths. But he couldn’t join— the Vulture was on the move. And he had to follow. Peter sighed. And stepped back from the window, as he tightened the straps on his backpack. He put on the mask. A brief glow emanated from the spider emblem on his chest.

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As Peter swung off into the night, Liz stood by the pool, her arms crossed and her brain buzzing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Peter had been acting strange all week—distant, distracted, and now, downright evasive. She glanced around the pool area and spotted Betty Brant and Cindy Moon lounging on a pair of deck chairs. Betty, with her strawberry-blonde hair tied into a loose braid and her freckled face lit by the pool’s glow, was chatting animatedly. Cindy, sleek and composed with her jet-black hair pulled into a high ponytail, looked more reserved, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd. Liz made her way over to them, her brow furrowed.

“Hey,” Liz said, plopping down on the edge of a chair. “Do you guys think Peter’s been… weird lately?”

Betty’s eyes lit up. “Weird? Weird doesn’t even cover it. He’s been disappearing all the time, like he’s got a secret double life or something. I mean, did you see him earlier? He looked like he was about to bolt.”

Cindy’s expression was thoughtful. “Maybe he’s just stressed about nationals. You know how he gets—always overthinking everything.”

Liz shook her head. “No, it’s more than that. He’s been… secretive. And tonight? He practically ran away from me.”

Betty leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “What if he’s hiding something big? Like, scandalous big. Or… superhero big.” She grinned at the thought, her cheeks turning pink.

Cindy raised an eyebrow. “Superhero? Really, Betty? You’ve been watching too many movies. He’s probably just got a crush on someone and doesn’t know how to handle it.”

Liz frowned, her gaze drifting to where Peter had been standing moments ago. “I don’t know. It’s not like him to be this… closed off. He’s usually so awkward but in a different way...”

Betty nudged her with a sly smile. “Well, whatever it is, it’s clearly got your attention. You’re, like, obsessed with figuring him out.”

Liz rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Shut up. I’m just curious, okay? Someone doesn’t act that shady without a reason.”

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The encounter with the Vulture was a blur. Pete’s senses were razor-sharp as he evaded the villain’s deadly wing strikes. Peter surprised himself in how much he had improved since his last encounter with the flying foe at the fairy, but still his enemy's relentless aerial prowess kept him just out of reach. Peter managed to create enough space to keep the Damage Control truck safe, but actually landing a hit proved to be impossible.

But then, for a moment, it seemed like he had the upper hand—his webs snagged the wings and yanked his quarry toward him. And yet, with a mechanical roar, the Vulture broke free and his thrusters flared as he soared back into the night. 

Peter staggered back, but he didn’t fall into the truck’s containment field protected hold. 

The fight wasn’t a win, but it wasn’t a loss either. The truck‘s drivers and its contents were safe, and the Vulture had retreated. For now. Peter swung back toward the hotel, his mind already racing with what he’d need to do next.

When Peter slipped back into the hotel, he was careful to avoid the main lobby, scaling the side of the building and entering the way he came. He snuck through the hallway, everyone seeming to be either in the pool or their rooms. He reached his and Ned’s shared room, but before he could open the door, a voice stopped him cold.

Peter froze. He slowly turned to see Liz standing right in the middle of the hallway, her arms crossed and her expression more than a little suspicious. She had changed out of her swimsuit and into a more casual outfit—a loose, off-the-shoulder sweatshirt that draped and black leggings. 

“So, that's where you were,” she said. “Peter?”

“Uh, hey, what are you doing here? I heard about a burglary complaint and…” Peter stammered. “And who’s Peter?”

“Don’t even try,” Liz said, stepping closer, her arms still crossed. “That’s your voice, Peter. You’re not exactly disguising it.”

Peter tried to lower his voice, scrambling for an excuse. “I-I mean, maybe you just think it’s me because, you know, I sound like a lot of people-"

“Peter,” she interrupted, her tone firm but not unkind. “I’m not stupid.”

Peter sighed, realizing there was no way out of this. Reluctantly, he pulled his mask off, his cheeks flushing as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Yeah. It’s me.” Liz’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she just stared at him. Then, a grin spread across her face—wide, genuine, and absolutely thrilled.

“This is the coolest thing ever,” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“I mean, I knew you were smart, but this? This is next level. Were you just out fighting that winged guy? The one on the news?” Peter nodded, still feeling a little awkward but also relieved by her reaction.

“Yeah, that’s him. I, uh, stopped him from stealing some important stuff.”

Liz’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “Peter, this is amazing. You’re amazing. Why didn’t you tell me?” Peter shrugged, his gaze dropping to the ground.

“It’s complicated. I have to keep it a secret. It’s not exactly safe for people to know.”

Liz nodded slowly, then bit her lip. “You still could’ve told me. I wouldn’t have said anything. But… I get it. .”

Liz laughed softly, then reached out to touch his arm. “You’re all sweaty. I can feel it through your suit. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. My room’s empty tonight. My roomie bailed after the pool party. You know MJ. Why don’t you come with me?”

Peter hesitated, but Liz’s smile was irresistible. “Okay. But… what about Ned?”

“Ned’s probably asleep by now. Come on, Peter. Just you and me.”

Peter’s heart pounded in his chest as he followed Liz down the dimly lit hotel hallway, the weight of his secret no longer a burden but a catalyst. This was Liz Allen—a senior, gorgeous, effortlessly cool—and she had just discovered he was Spider-Man. The girl he’d crushed on from afar for far too long, who had always seemed so out of his league, was now leading him to her room. The audacity of the hand that fate had just dealt him of it all made his head spin. She wasn’t just impressed; she was into him. Because he was Spider-Man. The realization was a punch to the ego, but it was a punch he didn’t mind taking.

As the door to her room clicked shut behind them, Liz turned to face him an hands slid up his chest. 

“You’re incredible, Peter,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I always thought you were cute and maybe a little too smart for your own good. But now? You’re, like, superhero hot. Literally.”

Peter’s face burned, but he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “I guess that’s one way to look at it,” he said, his voice shaky with disbelief. “You know…” He started “I’ve kind of been into you for like awhile, so…”

Liz laughed softly. It was clear that she at least suspected. Then, without another word, she leaned in to kiss him, in a way that was soft at first but quickly deepened. Peter’s mind went blissfully blank, his hands instinctively finding her waist as he pulled her to him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and for a moment he let himself believe that she was doing this because he was him and not because he was Spider-Man.

When they finally broke apart, Liz was grinning, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes shining with something fierce. She stepped back a bit, her hands still resting on his shoulders, and tilted her head as if she were studying him all over again.

“I’ve always had a thing for superheroes. Like, ever since I was a kid. And now—” she gestured to him, her smile widening, “—I’ve got one right here, in my hotel room. How crazy is that? My own personal hero.”

Peter laughed, a little awkwardly, his cheeks burning. “Yeah, I guess that is pretty crazy,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. But beneath the surface, a small pang of doubt crept in. It was becoming increasingly clear that she was more into the suit than just him. He pushed the thought aside—this was Liz Allen, after all, and she was here, with him, right now. He wasn’t about to complain.

Liz stepped closer again, her hands sliding down his arms. “You’re amazing, Peter. I mean, I’ve seen all the footage of Spider-m–you I guess, that’s been posted online. You always looks so cool. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.” She said it so matter-of-factly, it took Peter a second to process. When he did, he felt his face heat up even more.

“Uh, thanks?” he blurted out. “I mean, I guess it’s the suit, right? Makes me look taller maybe?”

Liz laughed, a soft, breathy sound. “It’s not just the suit,” she said, her tone softening. “It’s you. The guy I know is nice and really smart. But to find out you’re out there risking your life to save people. That’s… kind of a lot to take in, but it’s also incredibly sexy.”

Peter felt a warm rush of relief at her words, though the doubt still lingered at the edges of his brain. But right now, with Liz looking at him like that—her eyes bright, her lips open—he didn’t care. She wanted him. And he had wanted her for a long while.

His heart was racing, but it wasn’t just the thrill of being probably minutes away from losing his v-card to his crush—it was also the realization that, for once, he didn’t have to hide who he was. She knew, and she didn’t just accept it—she was into it. And that, he decided, was pretty damn amazing.

Liz leaned in again, her lips hovering just inches from his, teasing him with the promise of another kiss. But instead of giving it to him, her hands slid from his shoulders down his arms, her fingers tracing the lines of the suit’s pattern.

Her touch was furious as it explored every curve and ridge of his torso. Peter’s breathing hiked as her fingers lingered on the defined muscles of his abdomen, her touch growing bolder, more insistent.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, his heart pounding loudly.

Liz looked up at him, her hazel eyes gleaming with mischief. She didn’t answer right away. Instead, her hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of his chest, the firmness of his biceps, the taut line of his shoulders. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she let out a low, appreciative hum.

“What do you think, Peter?” she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “It’s not everyday a girl gets to feel up a genuine super-bod.”

Peter felt his cheeks flush, a mix of pride and embarrassment warming his face. “Uh, thanks? I guess swinging does wonders for your abs,” he quipped, trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn’t stopping his boner from growing. Of course, for once that wasn’t a problem,

Liz's hands continued to wander, her touch igniting sparks wherever she went. “Don’t sell yourself short, Parker,” she teased. “It’s not just the abs. It’s… everything. You’re like, ridiculously built. And here I was, thinking you were just the cute, nerdy guy from decathlon.”

Peter struggles to keep up with the whirlwind of sensations and emotions. “I, uh, didn’t know you were paying that much attention,” he said, his voice shaky.

“Oh, I was paying attention,” Liz shot back as her fingers traced the edge of where his mask would meet his collar.

“Now, take the suit off,” she said, her tone soft but commanding.

Peter blinked, his brain refusing to work for a moment. “What? Why?”

Liz moved closer to meet him face to face, “Because I want to see the guy under the suit. The one who’s brave enough to save the city and still blush when I look at him. That Peter.” Her breath was warm against his skin, as her next words nearly toppled him. “Plus I want to see you naked.”

Peter, for all her compliments, was still a bit unsure of himself—but her impatient stare made it impossible to refuse. Slowly, he reached for the seam at his neck, peeling the suit down his shoulders and torso until it was at his feet and only his boxers remained. The air conditioning of the room cooled his skin, but the heat of her gaze was enough to keep him warm.

Liz’s  eyes swept over him with a small, satisfied smile. “There you are,” she murmured in  awe. “I mean, yeah, the suit’s cool and all, but…” She reached out, her fingers ran lightly over his chest and then down his stomach, sending a shiver down his spine. “This is better. So much better.”

“You’re not just saying that, right?” Peter said, more trying to keep himself grounded now than genuinely asking.

Liz laughed softly. “Not even close,” she said, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “Trust me, Peter. You’re perfect.” Her hands slid up his arms, pulling him closer, and this time Peter lost himself in it.

Liz’s hands roamed over Peter’s back as they kissed, her fingers tracing the defined muscles with a mix of curiosity and hunger. But soon, her touch grew bolder, slipping lower until they dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, cupping his firm cheeks. Peter yelped in surprise, his body tensing as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes wide with shock.

“Liz, what are you—?”

But Liz was already ahead of him, her lips curling into a sly grin as she knelt down. Without a word, she tugged the waistband of his boxers down, her eyes like saucers as she as his nearly fully erect behemoth flopped before her. 

“Wow,” she breathed.

Peter’s hands instinctively moved to cover himself, but Liz caught his wrists. 

“Don’t,” she said, her tone soft but firm. “Let me… look.” Her gaze traveled over the length, as she let out a long, appreciative whistle.

For a while, all she could do was stare with mouth agape in silent awe. Then, a low, incredulous laugh escaped her, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Jesus, Peter,” her gaze flicked up to meet his. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Peter blinked and he shifted awkwardly on his feet. “Uh, sorry? I mean, I can’t really help it—”

“Help it?” Liz interrupted, her voice rising slightly as she shook her head, her expression a mix of shock and amusement. “Peter, this is like… comically unfair. How the hell did you hide this under those dorky hoodies and khakis?” She gestured vaguely toward him, her fingers still lightly rubbing against his thighs.

Peter let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh, I didn’t really think about it? I mean, it’s not like I—”

“Stop talking,” Liz said firmly. She leaned in closer and attempted to get her hand wrapped around it, eliciting a sudden gasp from Peter. “This,” she said, “is not something you just casually ignore. Seriously, Peter, did you just… invent this in a lab? Because holy shit.”

Peter’s cheeks flamed, but he couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips. “I, uh, I don’t think that’s how it works—”

“Yeah, well, explain this, then,” Liz shot back, her grip tightening as she shook her head, her hair spilling over her shoulders. “You’re like… ridiculously blessed, Peter. And you've been awkwardly stammering at me for the past couple months while hiding this?” She let out a soft laugh, her thumb testing the tip and making him jolt.

Peter swallowed hard, his heart racing as he struggled to form a coherent response. “I mean, I’m still awkward—”

But Liz didn’t let him finish. Before he could even process what was happening, she leaned in, her tongue flicking against the tip of his cock in a way that set a small flame inside. His hands instinctively flew to her shoulders, gripping them for balance as his knees threatened to buckle.

“Liz—” he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse with a mix of shock and arousal. His head was spinning, his thoughts a chaotic jumble, but one thing was crystal clear: Liz Allen was definitely into his cock. Maybe a little too much.

And she didn’t stop, her lips wrapping around the very tip, both her hands now stroking the base and sending electricity coursing through his body. Peter’s fingers tangled in her hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to keep himself grounded. “Oh my God,” he whispered. “This is… this is…”

Liz pulled back, her hazel eyes meeting his, a mischievous glint in them. “You were saying?” she teased before dipping her head down again. Her lips wrapped around the tip just a bit further, her tongue darting out to swirl around the sensitive ridge. Peter let out a shaky breath, his now caught in her hair as she did her best to drive him wild. It really wasn’t taking much.

It wasn’t deep or elaborate, but it was enthusiastic. Liz’s tongue flicked and teased, her lips pressing gently as she explored him with a kind of tentative boldness. Her inexperience was obvious—her movements were a little unsure, her rhythm fairly uneven. She focused on the tip, her tongue exploring every sensitive spot as if she was determined to figure out what made him react the most.

For Peter, it was both heaven and torture. The sensation was incredible, her mouth warm and wet, her tongue sending shivers through his body every time it licked against him. But it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough to push him close to a climax. He could feel the heat building, but it remained far out of reach. He wanted more, deeper, faster, but he also new was only a little older and probably not much more experienced then him. And she had literally just taken his first kiss minutes ago.

Liz’s boldness was thrilling, but her limits were clear, Peter realized. She wasn’t ready to go further, and he wasn’t about to push her.  Every time her tongue flicked against him, Peter felt a jolt of pleasure, his body quivering with the effort to stay still. He wanted to thrust into her mouth, to take her deeper, but he held back, letting her set the pace. Instead, he let himself savor the moment, his head falling back as he simply enjoyed the fast that the girl he liked was lapping his dick like an ice cream cone.

It was probably the best moment of his life so far. But as things often happened for Spider-Man, that was just the right time for things to be interrupted, this time by the sharp buzz of Liz’s phone vibrating on the nightstand behind her. She froze, her lips still wrapped around his tip, before pulling back with a muffled “shit” that was both endearing and flustered. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she shot Peter an apologetic look, her cheeks flushed a deep pink as she scrambled to her feet.

“Sorry, I—” she started, her voice a little breathless as she turned toward the nightstand. “I should probably get that. It could be important.”

Peter, still reeling from the sudden stop, managed a weak nod, his heart pounding as he watched her reach for the phone. Her eyes widened as she glanced at the screen, and Peter caught a glimpse of the caller ID before she could answer. The name made his stomach twist: “Dad.” Below it was a picture of a stern faced balding man in his middle-age.

Liz hesitated for a split second, her jaw clenching, before swiping to answer. She turned away from Peter, her voice calm but with an edge of tension she couldn’t quite mask. “Hey, Dad. What’s up?”

Peter watched her closely, his senses still tingling, though now for an entirely different reason. Her body language had shifted almost instantly—her shoulders stiffened, her free hand fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. He couldn’t make out what her dad was saying, but the tone of the conversation was unmistakably heavy. Liz’s responses were clipped, polite but distant, as if she were choosing her words carefully.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… relaxing before the decathlon tomorrow," she said, her eyes flicking briefly toward Peter before darting away. “No, nothing’s wrong. I’ll call you later, okay?” She ended the call quickly, placing the phone back onto the nightstand with a little more force than necessary. 

She turned back to Peter, her smile returning. “Sorry about that,” she said, wiping away a strand of hair behind her ear. “My dad’s kind of… intense sometimes.”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, no, it’s cool,” he said, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to that call than she was letting on. Still, the way she looked at him—her cheeks still flushed, her lips slightly swollen—was enough to pull him back into the moment. “You, uh, ready to pick up where we left off?” he asked, his voice tinged with nervous hope.

Liz’s smile softened, the tension in her shoulders easing. “Oh, definitely,” she said like it was everything she ever wanted to do. “But–-You’re not gonna finish like this, are you?” she said, her tone teasing but matter-of-fact. “I mean, let’s be real, Peter. You’ve got that whole superhero package—including, apparently, super stamina .” She gestured vaguely toward him. “And I’m just… me.”

Peter’s hands were still hovering awkwardly at his sides. “It… it feels good,” he managed to say. “Really good. I mean, you’re amazing, Liz, I just—”

“Peter,” she interrupted. “You’re sweet. Like, ridiculously sweet. But let’s not kid ourselves—there’s no way a blowjob from a girl who’s only slightly less clueless than you is gonna get you there. Not with, you know, this.” Her gaze flicked downward briefly, her cheeks darkening as she shook her head. 

Peter ran a hand through his messy hair, his awkward grin betraying his nerves. “I mean, it’s not like I’m expecting—you don’t have to—”

“Oh, I know I don’t have to,” Liz said her voice dropping to a low, playful tone. “But I want to. I just… need a little help here, Parker. You’re kind of, like, intimidating in the best possible way.” Her palm brushed lightly against his stomach. “So, how about you stop being so polite and let me know what you actually want?”

Peter hesitated, his heart pounding as he met her gaze. “I, uh… I mean, if you’re okay with it… maybe we could try something else? Like, you know, not just… that?”

Liz’s grin widened, and she nodded slowly. “There we go. See? Not so hard. Now, let’s see if we can figure this out together, yeah?” Her eyes sparked in determination as she reached for the waistband of her leggings. “Because I’m not letting you leave this room until you’re completely satisfied. Superhero or not.”

Liz began tugging her leggings down, followed by pulling the sweatshirt over her head. The soft fabric landed at her feet, revealing the chic one piece swimsuit she’d worn earlier at the pool. Peter couldn’t help but stare, his cheeks burning as he took her in—her toned legs, the curve of her hips, her athletic frame. It was like seeing her all over again for the first time, and he felt that familiar, heady rush of awe.

“You’re staring,” Liz said, her voice teasing but with a hint of self-consciousness as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I mean, you’ve already seen me in this, remember?”

Peter blinked, snapping out of his daze, and offered her a sheepish grin. “Yeah, but… I always like staring at you.” His voice was soft, almost reverent, and Liz couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head.

“You’re such a dork,” she said as she panted her hands on his chest. Her fingers traced the line of his collarbone. “But, you know, it’s stupidly adorable.” She leaned in to give him a lingering kiss.

Peter’s hands hovered awkwardly at his sides for a moment before tentatively resting on her waist. “I mean, you’re kind of… perfect,” he admitted. “Like, how am I supposed to not stare?”

Liz rolled her eyes. “Flatterer,” she pulled back to look at him. 

Her fingers moved to pull her suit down, her gaze locking onto his as she did so. The fabric slipped away and his hands clasped his now free breasts. His face alight at what he was getting to do.

“You’re way too cute,” Liz said, her voice low and teasing as she reached for his hands and guided them to the edge of her suit that still clung, a little wet, to her waist. “Help me out here, huh?”

Peter nodded, his fingers trembling as he hooked them into the fabric and tugged it down. Liz stepped out of it, standing before him completely bare, her cheeks flushed but her expression confident. For a moment, Peter just stared, his heart pounding in his chest. She was stunning—strong, confident, and his. He leaned forward to kiss her again.

Peter’s hands shivered as they roamed over Liz’s body, his touch tentative at first, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was real. His fingers traced her hips, the dip of her waist, the softness of her stomach. It felt like a dream—one he’d had countless times—but this was better than any fantasy he’d concocted in his head. Liz pulled out of the kiss and sighed softly, her breath hot on his neck as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Then, there it was. His cock, thick and heavy, flapped against her thigh, and it made Liz let out a small, involuntary squeal. Her eyes flicked downward, her lips parting again as she took in the sight—pulsing with need, the tip already glistening. 

“That thing really wants in, huh?” She murmured, both thrilled and frightened by the idea.

Peter let out a nervous laugh. “Liz,” he hissed. “I… I don’t know if I—”

“Don’t get too worked up,” she told him. “You’re not the only one who’s nervous here, okay?” She giggled softly and pinched the head of his dick and Peter jolted, his grip on her waist tightening reflexively again.

“It’s not that bad, right?” he said, his voice cracking. “I mean, you don’t have to—”

“Stop,” Liz interrupted, her tone firm but gentle. She moved closer, her hands resting on his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles there as if to steady herself. “I’m not backing out, Parker. I’m just… processing. You’re a lot, okay?” She looked up at him, her expression softening. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want this.”

Before Peter could respond, Liz pushed him backward with surprising strength, sending him stumbling onto the bed. He landed with a soft thud, his legs hanging awkwardly off the edge, and stared up at her in stunned silence. She grinned, her confidence returning as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips without hesitation. Her hands rested on his chest, her touch firm but reassuring.

“You’re Spider-Man,” Liz said, her hazel eyes locking onto his with both admiration and determination. “You’ve fought that scary Vulture guy and you never backed down. If you can handle all that, then this—me, us—shouldn’t be so terrifying, right?” She leaned down and gave him a surprisingly tender kiss.

“Besides,” she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, “I know you, Peter. You’re more than just a superhero to me. You’re still the same dork on my team who freaks out when someone else gets a Star Wars question. And that’s why I’m not scared. Because I trust you.”

Peter’s heart almost leapt from his throat as he looked up at her, his hands instinctively finding her waist, his fingers trembling against her skin. “I don’t know how you’re so calm about this,” he whispered. 

Liz smirked, her hazel eyes sparkling with a confidence that made his chest ache. “Because, like I said, it’s you,” she said simply, as if that explained everything. “Now, let’s see if we can figure this out, hmm?” Her tone was light, almost playful. She repositioned herself over him, her hands resting on his shoulders for balance. “Just… slowly at first, K?”

Peter nodded. “Slow,” he repeated.

Her breath quickened as she began to sink down, her body adjusting to him inch by inch. Her hazel eyes squeezed shut, her lips pressing together in a tight line as she fought to keep quiet. When she was about a quarter —maybe a bit more—of the way down, she had to stop, one hand flying up to cover her mouth to muffle a way too loud scream. Peter’s body tensed as he fought the urge to thrust upward. 

“Liz,” he whispered. “Are you okay? We can stop—”

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her hand still pressed firmly over her mouth. Her eyes locked onto his, fierce and determined despite the tears welling up in them. “I’m fine. Just… give me a second.” She took a shaky inhale, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she adjusted her position. “God, Peter, you’re big,” she muttered. “Like, gargantu—”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “Maybe we—”

“Stop apologizing,” Liz snapped, though her tone softened almost immediately. She leaned down, her forehead resting against his. “Just… hold still, okay? I’ve got this.” She shifted again, her body sinking a fraction deeper, and let out another muffled cry into her hand. But this time, she didn’t stop—she kept going, her nails digging into his shoulders as she fought through the discomfort.

Peter’s hands moved to her back, his touch gentle but firm as he tried to steady her. His mind was a mess of worry and awe. She was everything he’d hoped for—strong, determined, and fearless. And she was here, with him, pushing through the pain because she wanted this as much as he did. 

“Liz,” he whispered again, his voice choked with emotion. “You’re the best. You know that, right?”

Liz managed to get a third of the way down this time, her body tremoring all the while. But then a loud, unrestrained cry escaped her lips, her hands, now holding herself to him, no longer able to muffle it. Peter’s heart clenched at the sound, and without hesitation, he gently lifted her off of him, his enhanced strength making it effortless.

“Liz,” he said, his voice soft but firm, his hands steadying her as he carefully lowered her onto the bed beside him. “Let me—let me take over, okay? You don’t have to do this alone.”

She looked up at him, her hazel eyes wide in simultaneous frustration and relief as her chest rose and fell rapidly. “Peter, I’m not—”

“I know,” he interrupted, his tone gentle but insistent. “You’re not backing out. I get that. But let’s do this together, yeah? Like partners.” He offered her a small, nervous grin. “You’re already the bravest person I know, Liz. Seriously. But you don’t have to be this brave right now.”

She let out a shaky laugh as she nodded. “Okay,” she agreed quietly. “Just… don’t make a mess of this, or I’ll never let you live it down.”

Peter chuckled, his cheeks flushing as he leaned over her, his hands resting on either side of her head. “I got you. And, uh, no mess. Promise.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before shifting his weight carefully as he pushed forward and sank in perfectly.

Liz bit her lip but her gaze stayed locked onto his. “See?” she whispered. “Partners.”

Peter nodded, his chest swelling with a mix of awe and affection. “Partners,” he agreed, his voice soft but steady as they moved together, slowly, carefully, and perfectly in sync.

Peter moved with the kind of precision he’d honed from hours of swinging through the city to ensure that he would only make Liz feel good as he crept inside her pussy again. Her body tensed at first but slowly, she relaxed as she began to enjoy herself. She didn't even bother worrying about what it would mean to take more of him inside of her.

“You’re okay?” he murmured as his eyes searched hers for reassurance.

“Yeah,” Liz breathed. “Just… keep doing what you’re doing, Parker. You’re better at this than I thought.” Peter couldn’t help but laugh, the sound a little shaky but genuine.

“Hey, I’ve got superpowers,” he teased, his grin widening as he shifted, angling himself to to stroke into her while only going in just the right amount. 

Liz let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the pillow as her hands slid down to his hips. “I’m so glad I get to do this with you.”.

Peter’s heart swelled at her words, and for a moment, he forgot about the suit, the missions, the Vulture—everything. This was Liz, his Liz, looking at him like he was the most important person in the world, and he’d never felt more like himself. “Me neither” he said, his voice soft and earnest. “I don’t know how I got this lucky.”

“Stop being so corny,” she said as she pulled him closer. “Just… keep going. ”

Peter grinned, his movements steady and rhythmic, every thrust a quiet promise. He knew he wasn’t going to finish—not like this—but it didn’t matter. Making her feel good, seeing her smile, hearing her laugh—that was enough for him. 

Peter’s fingers dug into the soft curve of her waist as his spider-instincts kicked in, guiding his movements to be harder now but never reckless. Liz’s hands clawed at the sheets as her body arched off the bed, her every muscle taut with tension. 

“Oh my God, Peter,” she wheezed, her voice a mix of awe and desperation that sent a jolt of electricity through him. “You’re—you're making me feel so—” Her words broke off into  ragged heaving breaths as her head fell back, her dark messy hair spilling over the pillow.

Her hazel eyes, usually calm and composed, were now wide and wild, and never left his own. 

“You’re—God, you’re—” she stammered, her voice trembling as though she couldn’t quite find the words to describe what she was feeling. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, her body quivering with anticipation of the most ecstatic orgasm of her short life. “I didn’t think—I didn’t know you could—” she started, but her voice dissolved into another helpless moan. 

It was as if every ounce of her usual confidence had melted away, leaving behind a raw and unguarded Liz that only Peter had the privilege of seeing. And his own heart melted as he watched her, his rhythm growing a bit faster, but still carefully measured. 

“Liz,” he tried to call to her, his voice hoarse with emotion. 

She didn’t respond. 

Liz’s orgasm hit with a force that shattered the intimacy they shared in that room as she let out an ear-splitting scream that echoed through the walls. Her body seized, every muscle tensing at once as waves of pleasure crashed over her with such magnitude that it felt like her bones might shatter. Tears spilled down her cheeks, her successive screams rose to a pitch that could easily be heard in the next room over. Ned (who had long since figured out why Peter never came back) considered confronting that guy at the bodega who upsold him on noise-canceling headphones.

Liz couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All she could do was cling to him, her body convulsing with raw, unrestrained release, her scream fading into a heavy, shuddering gasp. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt, a deep, rolling heat that seemed to radiate from her core to the very tips of her fingers and toes. It was as if every nerve in her body had caught fire at once, but in the best possible way. Her chest heaved as the tension building inside her finally, blissfully ruptured and collapsed. When she finally opened her eyes, her vision was blurred, her lips parted in a dazed smile. 

“Holy… holy shit, Peter,” she muttered. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

Peter leaned back, his chest heaving as he carefully pulled out, still achingly hard but too focused on Liz to care. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she shivered against him, her body still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm. Her head rested on his shoulder, her exhales hot and uneven against his skin.

“Liz,” he started softly. “I—” The words caught in his throat, his heart pounding as he prepared to say something he’d been too scared to admit even to himself. But before he could finish, there was a loud, insistent knock at the door.

Liz’s head snapped up, her hazel eyes wide with panic. “Shit,” she hissed, scrambling off the bed, her legs wobbling like jelly. She grabbed the hotel bathrobe from the chair and hastily tied it around herself, her movements frantic. “Peter, hide. Now.”

Peter, still dazed, quickly grabbed his suit from the floor and ducked behind the bed, his enhanced reflexes kicking into overdrive. He crouched low, his senses on high alert.

Liz took a deep breath to steady herself as she tossed on a bathrobe and limped to the door. She cracked it open just enough to see who was there. “Hey, what’s up?”

Betty Brant stood at the door, her strawberry-blonde hair still damp from the pool, her face flushed with concern. She was the kind of girl who always wanted to be a reporter and acted like it. Her eyes, wide and inquisitive, darted past Liz into the room, as if she could already smell a story brewing.

“Liz! Are you okay? We heard this… these screams,” she said, her voice rising in pitch as she leaned forward, her braid slipping over her shoulder. “It sounded like you were being murdered. Like, horror movie murdered. What the hell is going on in here?”

Behind her, Cindy Moon hovered with her usual calm demeanor, though her sharp eyes betrayed her unease. Her jet-black hair was pulled into a sleek high ponytail, fell to her side as she peaked behind her friend.

“We thought someone broke in,” she added, her tone clipped but not unkind. Her gaze flicked to Liz’s disheveled appearance—the hastily tied bathrobe, the flushed cheeks glistening with sweat, the crazed look in her eyes—and her brow furrowed.

“You look… freshly fucked. What’s going on?” She pressed.

“What are you talking about.” Liz forced a casual smile and leaned with an arm against the wall. Not so secretly blocking them from moving further into her room.

Betty’s eyes narrowed, a sly grin creeping across her face as she leaned forward, her braid swinging like a pendulum of suspicion. “Liz, don’t even try to play dumb. You’ve got that post-scream glow going on. So, spill it—who’s the guy?” 

Without waiting for an answer, she brushed past Liz, her curiosity overriding any sense of boundaries. Cindy followed, her sharp gaze scanning the room like a detective at a crime scene.

“Betty, seriously—stop” Liz shouted, but Betty was already halfway into the room, her eyes darting to the rumpled sheets and the discarded clothes on the floor.

“Oh my God,” Betty exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement as she turned to Liz, her face lighting up like she was in the processing of uncovering the scoop of the century. “You do have someone in here. I knew it!” She gestured wildly to the bed, her grin widening. “This? This is next-level sneaky, Liz. Who is it? Is it Flash? Please tell me it’s not Flash.”

Cindy raised an eyebrow, her calm demeanor unshaken, though her lips twitched with amusement. “Judging by the scream, I’d say it’s someone… a lot more impressive than Flash,” she quipped. Her eyes flicked to Liz’s flushed face, then to the bed again. 

Liz crossed her arms, her cheeks burning. “Seriously, you two need to chill. It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, it’s everyone’s business,” Betty shot back, her voice rising with glee as she took a step closer to the bed. “Especially if it’s someone as boring as Ned. Please tell me it’s not Ned. I mean, I love the guy, but—”

“Betty, stop,” Liz snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. She blocked her path, her hazel eyes flashing with irritation. “This isn’t some gossip column. Just… leave it alone, okay?”

Betty, undeterred by Liz’s protests, strided past her again with a triumphant smile. She looked over the bed and her gaze landed on Peter, who was sprawled awkwardly on the floor behind the it, having just shoved his bunched up Spider-Man suit underneath it. At least there was one secret safe. However, his very much unsuited body was on full display. His toned chest glistened with sweat, his muscles defined, and—well, there still was no ignoring the fact that his dick was very hard, and very big. For a split second, the room fell silent, Betty’s mouth hanging open in shock, Cindy’s usual calm composure shattered as she walked over to be the second witness to Betty’s scoop of the century.

“Oh. My. God,” Betty finally managed to choke out, her voice rising an octave as she pointed an accusatory finger at Peter. “Peter Parker? Are you kidding me right now?!” She turned to Liz, her grin as wide as the headline in her mind. “Liz, you sly dog. I take back everything I said about you being boring—this is scandalous. Like, front page scandalous.”

Peter, still crouched awkwardly on the floor, gave a weak, mortified wave, his cheeks burning as bright as the Spider-Man suit he was so glad was not the story. 

“Uh… hi, Betty. Cindy. This, uh, isn’t what it looks like?” He failed to lie. “I mean, it’s kind of what it looks like, but—”

“Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like,” Betty interrupted, her voice brimming with sarcastic delight. She crossed her arms over her chest, her braid swinging as she shook her head. “Peter Parker, the dorkiest guy on the decathlon team, is apparently packing more than just knowledge. And Liz—” She turned to Liz, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I never would’ve guessed.”

Cindy, recovering her composure faster than Betty, raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Well, this explains the scream,” she said dryly as she glanced at Peter. “I mean, props, Parker. Didn’t know you carried that kind of heat.”

Peter buried his face in his hands. “This has got to be the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Liz stepped in front of Peter. “Okay, that’s enough,” she snapped, her voice firm despite the embarrassment burning in her eyes. “Out. Now. This isn’t a damned reality show.”

Cindy, always the pragmatist, was the one to move past Liz this time, her sharp eyes narrowing as she gestured to Peter’s still-hard dick. “Hold on. We all heard Liz,” she said, her voice steady. “But it’s pretty clear someone didn’t finish. What’s the deal, Parker?”

Betty’s head whipped around, her braid swinging as she stared at Peter, her freckled face lighting up with a mix of curiosity and sheer panic. “Wait, are you serious?” she blurted, her voice an octave higher than usual. She glanced between Peter and Liz, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Oh my God, Liz, you screamed like that and he didn’t even—?”

She cut herself off, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as she shook her head, struggling to process the situation. Her eyes flicked back to Peter, lingering on his toned chest and the rather obvious—very obvious—evidence of his, uh, condition.

“And seriously, Parker,” she continued, her voice rising with a mix of awe and embarrassment, “what the hell? Do you, like, have a secret gym in your closet or something? Because this—” she gestured vaguely at him, her hand flailing like she was trying to shoo away a bee, “—is not what I expected from the guy who gets nervous reading aloud in decathlon practice.” 

She tired herself out from her tirade and took a minute to breath, giving someone else a chance to speak.

Peter got up from the floor and groaned as he pleaded. “Can we not talk about my body like that? Please?”

Cindy, ever the picture of calm, smirked as if to reassure him. “Relax, Parker. It’s not like we’re judging. Well, I’m not judging.” She shot a sideways glance at Betty, who was still gaping at Peter like he’d just walked out of a superhero movie—which, technically, he kind of had. 

Betty, finally finding her voice again, turned to Cindy, her tone incredulous. “How are you so calm about this?” she demanded, her face still flushed. “He’s literally—” she gestured wildly at Peter, her braid swinging like a pendulum of disbelief, “—just… there. Like, in all his… glory.”

Cindy shrugged, her composure unshaken. “I’m not a virgin, Betty. I’ve seen this kind of thing before. Well, maybe not like that thing. But you—” she raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement, “—you’re acting like you’ve never seen a guy shirtless, let alone… you know, that.”

Betty’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, her hands flying up in protest. “Shut up! Shut up! I don’t need to hear this right now!” she squeaked under the weight of her embarrassment. She turned back to Peter, her expression a mix of mortification and burning curiosity.

“And you—” she pointed an accusatory finger at Peter, “—why are you just standing there like this is normal? Because this is not normal. At all.”

Peter managed a weak, sheepish smile. “Uh, for the record, being a virgin isn’t something to be ashamed of. I mean, I was one, like, minutes ago. So…” He trailed off, his face burning as he realized how ridiculous that sounded.

Betty’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she might faint. “Oh my God,” she said. “I am so not ready for this conversation.” She turned to Liz, her expression pleading. “I’ve changed my mind about the story, can we please pretend this never happened? Like, ever?”

Liz, despite the lingering flush on her cheeks, couldn’t help but laugh. “Too late, Betty,” she said, her tone teasing but gentle. “But hey, welcome to the club. It’s not as scary as it looks.”

Cindy’s smirk deepened, her sharp eyes flicking between Betty’s flustered expression and Peter’s awkward crouch. “Alright, let’s cut through the awkwardness,” she said. “Betty, you’re clearly not handling this well. And Peter—” she glanced at him, her lips twitching, “—looks like you’re about to combust. So, here’s a plan.”

Betty’s eyes widened, her hands flying up defensively. “Plan? What plan? Why are we even talking about plans?!”

Cindy ignored her. “Liz already got her fun,” she said, nodding toward the bed. “Betty, you’re curious but way too panicked to do anything about it. And Peter—” she gestured to his still-obvious predicament, “—needs to finish. So, how about we make use of everyone’s… assets?” Her voice was steady, but there was a glint in her eyes that said she was enjoying this far more than she let on.

“Assets?!” Betty squeaked, her face turning the color of a ripe tomato. “What are you even talking about?!”

Cindy raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with dry amusement. “I’m saying, Betty, you’re standing here like a deer in headlights, and Peter’s looking like he’s about to explode. So, let’s help him out—and maybe you’ll learn something in the process.”

Peter was exasperated  “And if I’m not up for this?"

“Too late for that,” Cindy said, her smirk growing bigger. 

Betty stared at her, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “This is—this is insane. I’m not—”

“Oh, calm down,” Cindy interrupted, rolling her eyes. “It’s not the end of the world. You’ve been staring at Peter like he’s a science experiment gone wrong that you also want to stick all the way inside of you—Plus you’ve been complaining about being single for months. Here’s your chance to not be single for, like, five minutes. Take it or leave it.”

Peter, still crouched awkwardly, let out a nervous chortle. “Uh, for the record, this is the weirdest pep talk I’ve ever been a part of.”

“Good. Now, let’s make it weirder,” she said. She reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head  to reveal the sleek black sports bra and her athletic frame underneath.  “If you’re not going to do it, Betty, I will. Standing here gawking isn’t helping anyone.”

Betty’s jaw dropped, her braid swinging as she shook her head in disbelief. “Cindy, you can’t just—what are you even doing?!”

Cindy raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small, knowing smirk as she unhooked her sports bra and tossed it onto the chair. “What does it look like?” she said, her tone dry but also excited. “Betty, either you’re in, or you’re out. But I’m not about to loose my chance to get fucked by the nicest looking cock I seen in person OR online!.”

Peter’s eyes widened, his cheeks burning as he tried—and failed—to look anywhere but at Cindy. “Uh, Cindy… you don’t have to—”

“C’mon, Parker,” Cindy interrupted, her voice steady as she reached for the waistband of her yoga pants. “This isn’t about you. Well, not entirely.” She stepped closer her eyes  locking onto his obvious predicament with an almost clinical curiosity.

Liz let out a low whistle, her arms crossed as she leaned casually against the dresser. “Well, this just got a whole lot more interesting,” she said, her lips curving into a sly grin. She glanced at Betty, who was still frozen in place, her face a shade of crimson that rivaled Peter’s. “You’re not the only one who’s curious, Betty. But unlike you, Cindy actually has the guts to do something about it.”

Betty’s hands flailed in the air like she was trying to physically swat away the awkwardness. “This is insane. Like, actual, certified insanity. Cindy, you can’t just—”

“I can, and I am,” Cindy said, cutting her off with a firm look that brooked no argument. She slid her leggings down with the same calm confidence she used to solve complex decathlon questions. Her black bra was soon off too. Standing there in nothing but a pair of dark panties, she was the picture of composure—save for the faint blush creeping up her neck, the only hint of vulnerability.

She turned to Peter, her sly smile equal parts teasing and challenging. “So, Parker, are you going to keep standing there with that tree trunk in your hand, or are you ready to make things a little more fun for everyone?”

Betty hid  her face behind her hands. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she muttered through her fingers, her voice muffled but tinged with disbelief. “This is not how I thought tonight was going to go.”

Liz couldn’t help but laugh as she walked over to Betty, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, Betty. It’s not the end of the world.”

“It kind of is!” Betty’s voice rose an octave as her hands dropped from her face to reveal her wide, panicked eyes. “This is not how I imagined my first time—or, you know, seeing someone else’s first time. Or… whatever this is!”

Cindy rolled her eyes, her smirk widening as she turned back to Peter, her expression calm but with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Well, looks like it’s just you and me, Parker,” she said. “Unless Liz wants to join in?”

Liz raised an eyebrow, her grin widening as she glanced at Peter, then back at Cindy. “Oh, I think I’ve had enough of Peter for a while,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “But I'll just… watch. for now.”

Betty let out a strangled noise, her hands flailing again. “I think I’m going to die,” she said, her face buried in her hands once more. 

“Uh… for the record, this is the most surreal thing that’s ever happened to me.” And I fight a guy with wings to impress my mentor that wears a flying metal suit, he added in his head.

“Yes, yes, we get it Peter,” Liz said with a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Now, don’t worry about you and me. There’s plenty of you to go around. How about you listen to Cindy and enjoy yourself?”

Peter groaned, but there was no hiding the nervous grin tugging at his lips. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s… do this.”

Cindy didn’t hesitate. With a calm, almost clinical efficiency, she slid her panties down her legs, leaving her completely bare. She glanced at Peter, her sharp eyes gleaming and climbed onto the bed before settling onto all fours on full display.

Peter’s eyes widened as he took her in. She was stunning. Having seen her for days on end, of course he’d noticed before. Even if he only had eyes for Liz. But here she was naked and radiating a quiet assurance that was impossible to deny. For a moment, he just stared, his mind blank except for the overwhelming thought that this was really happening. 

“You’re… wow,” he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse with awe. “Seriously wow.”

“I knew he’d be speechless,” Liz commented with just a hint of jealousy. She glanced at Cindy. “Just… go slow, okay? He’s, uh, kind of a lot to handle. Go easy on her, Peter,”

Cindy glanced over her shoulder, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Don’t worry, Liz. I’ve got this.” Her voice was calm, but there was a flicker of heat in her eyes. She turned back to face the bed, her tone steady but with a hint of playfulness. “Whenever you’re ready, Parker.”

Peter swallowed as he moved to kneel behind her. His heart pounded, his senses on overdrive as he positioned himself, his eyes never leaving her. Liz’s words echoed in his brain, along with the experience they’d just shared.

“Ready?” he murmured, his voice shaky.

Cindy didn’t look back. “Enough stalling, Parker,” she said. “Here… here we go.” 

Her tone was calm, but her body betrayed a hint of anticipation—her muscles tense. She arched her back a little more, poised and ready. Peter nodded, his breaths shallow as he inched forward, the tension palpable. Betty, still hovering awkwardly near Liz, let out a strangled sound, her hands flying up to cover her face.

“Oh my God, I can’t watch this,” her voice was muffled behind her fingers. “This is so not happening. This is a nightmare.” Despite her protests, her fingers parted just enough for her to peek, her freckled face flushing crimson as she caught a glimpse of Peter positioning himself. “Oh my God, he’s actually— oh my God.”

Liz rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Betty, either commit or leave."

Before Betty could respond, Peter pushed forward, his breath catching in his throat as he entered Cindy’s pussy a good portion of the way. The sensation was overwhelming—warm, and so impossibly tight. Tighter than Liz. 

Cindy’s sharp gasp cut through the room, her body tensing for a split second before she exhaled. “Damn, Liz,” she muttered in pain. “You weren’t kidding!”

Peter froze. “Are you—are you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse with concern.

Cindy let out a shaky laugh, tinged with discomfort but also strangely. “I’m… fine,” she claimed. “Just… give me a second, okay?” She took a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing. “Okay,” she said, her voice steadying. “Keep going. But….”

“Slow.” He started to move, cautiously and measured.

Liz watched in fascination as she took in the scene. “See, Betty?” she said. “Not so scary after all.”

Betty’s hands were still pressed to her face, but her fingers were parted enough for her to peek again, her wide eyes locked on Peter and Cindy. “This is… I shouldn’t be watching this.” Despite her protests, she didn’t look away.

Cindy’s breathing heaved, her body starting to move with Peter’s rhythm. Like with Liz before he wasn't going all the way in. Her eyes squeezed shut, her lips shut to suppress the sounds they were inevitable. But then, her voice rose and became unrestrained, untethered. 

“Peter—” she gasped, her tone a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a shiver through the room. “Oh my God, Peter—”

Her body arched, her muscles tensing as waves of pleasure and pain rolled through her. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her voice breaking into a ragged moan that echoed through the room. “FUCK—FUUUCK—” she cried, her words dissolving into a haggard scream as her orgasm hit with a force that left her body convulsing with a  raw incomprehensible release.

Peter froze as he felt her body shiver beneath him. “Cindy—” he started, but she cut him off with a shaky laugh.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Just… don’t—!.”

Peter nodded and kept going at a steady rate as he watched her. She was incredible—strong, determined, and so damn beautiful in that moment. And he couldn’t believe—hell, he couldn’t even process—that this was happening.

Liz’s smirk softened, her gaze lingering on Cindy and Peter with a quiet admiration. “Well,” she said, “that’s one way to make an entrance.”

Betty, however, was still frozen in place, her hands covering her face but her eyes peeking through her fingers. “I’m officially traumatized,” she said bluntly. “But also… kind of impressed? I can’t believe I just said that.” She groaned, her face burning crimson as she turned away.

Cindy let out a shaky laugh, her body still trembling as she glanced over her shoulder at Betty. “Relax, Betty,” she said. “You’ll survive.” Then, her gaze shifted to Peter, her expression softening as she whispered, “You’re… wow, Peter. Just… wow.” Her voice was barely audible, but the warmth in her tone was unmistakable—and Peter’s heart swelled with pride and vulnerability.

Peter, emboldened by Cindy’s steely composure, decided to let loose in a way he hadn’t with Liz earlier. He pushed harder, faster, each thrust driving Cindy’s loud wails into the room’s air. Her usual calm demeanor shattered, replaced by the sounds of her euphoria. 

“Peter—” she yelped. “Oh my—Jesus Christ, Peter, you’re—” She panted out.

Liz’s hazel eyes were riveted to the scene, watching Cindy’s usually composed facade crumble under Peter’s sexual prowess. “Damn,” Liz murmured under her breath, her tone equal parts impressed and envious. “He’s really giving it to her, huh?” 

Betty, meanwhile, was in full meltdown mode, half-covering her face with a wide-eyed gaze glued to the spectacle. “Oh my God,” she squeaked, her voice rising with every erratic sound Cindy made. “Is this—is this what it’s supposed to be like? Because this is—” She gestured wildly at Cindy, who was now quivering, her voice reduced to a series of choked moans.

“Peter—oh my God, Peter—” Cindy howled as her body twisted beneath him. “You’re—I can’t—fuck, Peter, you’re—” Her words failed her and she shrieked into oblivion, her entire body on fire. 

Liz, despite her jealousy, couldn’t help but laugh—a low, throaty sound that carried a hint of pride. “Guess you’re not as unflappable as you think, huh, Cindy?”

Cindy’s response was lost in another bloodcurdling scream that shattered their audience's growing jealousy into jagged pieces. Her body thrashed and convulsed, her back arching so sharply it looked like it might snap. “Peter—oh God, Peter—!” she shrieked, her usually calm, almost smug exterior was long gone, revealing the now shattered girl beneath.

On the other side of the wall, Ned was seriously considering asking Peter to beat-up that guy at the bodega and sending him to prison on charges of selling faulty products.

Betty’s eyes went impossibly wide as she stared at Cindy like she was witnessing an alien invasion. “What the hell is happening right now?!” she squeaked, her voice rising an octave with every choked gasp Cindy let out. “This is—oh my God, this is not normal. This is so not normal!”

“Damn, Peter,” Liz muttered. “Guess even Cindy Moon has her limits.”

Cindy’s only response was another ragged moan, her body still shuddering as she fell forward, her face buried in the pillows completely spent.

Peter pulled out, his dick still achingly hard, though now coated in Cibdy’s juices. He wiped a hand across his forehead, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. It looke d like he had just come back from a slight longer than usual run, rather then just fucking a willing classmate of his half to death. 

Betty’ eyes flicked to Liz, her panic ratcheting up a notch. “Do I… do I really have to go next? Because this is… a lot.”

Liz  giggled, her arms still crossed with a sly grin, she added, “Honestly, Betty? You don't have to go next. You’re getting to go next.”

Betty’s jaw dropped, her face flushing crimson as she stammered, “I—what? Liz, are you—are you serious? You’re actually suggesting I—have to do something like that—!” Her hands flailed like she was trying to ward off the very idea. “This is insane! This is so, so insane!”

Liz shrugged. “Insane, maybe. But, you’re not exactly known for turning down opportunities for a good story.” She glanced at Peter, remembering how amazing it was to be with him, and added, “And hey, if you’re nervous, I’ll join you. Better that way?”

Betty’s hands dropped to her sides, her braid swinging as she stared at Liz who’s face told her all she needed to know. Then her eyes moved to Peter and all over his toned glistening  chest,  and suddenly a switch flipped inside of her.

“You’re… you’re serious,” she whispered. 

This wasn’t just curiosity anymore—it was something she’d been too scared to admit, even to herself, until now. She wanted this. She really wanted this. Her hands, once so animated, hovered awkwardly at her sides before she took a deep breath and stepped forward with a newfound determination.

“Okay, fine,” she said, her tone a mix of panic and resolve. “But if he breaks something, I’m blaming you, Liz.” She hesitated for a split second before reaching for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head with trembling hands, revealing a pale pink bra. “Just… don’t make me scream like that, okay, Peter? I don’t think my larynx could take it.”

Peter let out a nervous laugh, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “Uh… I’ll try my best?”

Betty sighed, her face burning crimson. “God, this is so weird,” she muttered, but there was a small, nervous smile tugging at her lips. She glanced at Liz, who was grinning like she’d just won a bet, and then back at Peter. “Okay, Peter,” she said finally. “Guess I’m ready.”

Cindy, still exhausted and disheveled, managed to pull herself off the bed with what little strength she had left. He wore a dazed, almost broken expression as she grabbed the nearest piece of clothing—a discarded tank top—and draped it over her body and stumbled toward the small loveseat in the corner of the room.

“I’m… done,” she muttered, her voice hoarse and barely audible. “You three can… do whatever. I’m clocking out.” She collapsed onto the loveseat. Within seconds, her panting slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep, her body curling into a protective ball.

Liz glanced over, a small, affectionate smile on her lips. “Rest up, Moon. You earned it.”

Then she placed her hands on Betty’s shaky shoulders. “Let me help you,” she assured her with enough warmth that made Betty’s nerves ease just enough.

Liz’s fingers moved to the clasp of Betty’s bra, unhooking it. The pale pink  material slid away, revealing Betty’s petite and delicate, soft ly breasts that seemed almost out of place after the insane fucking that Peter had just given Cindy.

Peter’s eyes flicked to her. She’s… beautiful, he thought. Betty’s strawberry-blonde hair was mussed, her freckled cheeks flushed crimson, and her wide blue eyes darted nervously between Liz and Peter. There was something undeniably captivating about her— raw and vulnerable. More than just cute or adorable. He was closer to her than Cindy and Liz (who up until recently had seemed out of reach), she was a friend. And, even though he had never really thought of her in this way before, he was more than happy to see her in this light now. 

Liz noticed Peter’s distraction and smirked, her hands sliding down to Betty’s hips as she leaned in to whisper in her ear. “See? He’s already hooked,” she said. “Now, let’s not keep him waiting.” 

She guided Betty onto the bed and then climbed up beside her and then turned her attention to Peter. “Your move, Parker,” Liz teased as she leaned in to kiss him, her lips missing his since their last embrace.

Peter’s kiss was distracted at first, his eyes flicking to Betty’s body as she nervously adjusted herself on the bed, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the sheet. Liz pulled back a bit, her hazel eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “Eyes on me, Spi-Peter,” she murmured, her palm on his cheek. “You’ll get your turn with Betty.”

Betty let out a nervous laugh. “I’m… still here, you know,” she said in exasperation. “And this is the most awkward thing I’ve ever done, so let’s… not drag it out, okay?”

Liz's lips curved into a sly grin. “Chill, Betty,” she said, her voice low and reassuring. “You’re in good hands. Both of ours.”

Liz deepened the kiss, her fingers threading through Peter’s hair as she guided his hand down to Betty’s quavering thigh. “She’s nervous,” Liz sighed against his lips, her voice low and steady despite the heat in the room. “So be extra gentle.”

Peter hesitated, his hand feeling Betty’s soft skin, his eyes flicking to her flushed face. “I—I don’t want to mess things up,” He said, his voice cracking with nerves.

“You’re doing great,” Liz murmured. “But let’s not forget about you, Peter.” Her hand slid down his chest, her fingers tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen before grasping his length in her palm. “Don’t worry too much,” she told him.  “Just follow my lead.”

Peter’s breath faltered a bit as Liz’s grip tightened, her fingers working him with a rhythm that was both familiar now. His eyes flicked to Betty, who was watching them with wide, nervous eyes. Liz’s hand guided his until his fingertips pressed lightly against Betty’s slick folds. Betty sighed heavily and her blue eyes wide with panic.

Liz’s lips curved into a sly smile as she glanced down at Betty. “She’s ready,” she mused. She guided Peter’s fingers in deliberate circles, her touch steady and sure. “Use your thumb—right there, just above where your fingers are. Yeah, like that.”

Betty let out a shaky exhale, her body tensing as Peter’s touch grew more confident. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “This is… this is so weird, but—” Her words broke off into a soft moan, her back arching as Peter’s fingers found a rhythm that made her toes curl.

Liz chuckled, “See? Not so scary, huh?” She played with a loose strand of strawberry-blonde hair in front of Betty’s face before she turned her attention back to Peter, her hand still working him. “Now, when you’re ready, slide a finger inside—slowly. She’s gotta be tight, so don’t rush it.”

Peter nodded, his breath shallow as he followed Liz’s instructions, his fingers slipping inside Betty with a careful precision. “Oh my God,” Betty choked out, her hands flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. “This is—oh my God, this is…”

“Hot?” Liz teased. She leaned in to kiss Betty’s cheek, her fingers tapping gently on her stomach. “Just wait, Betty. It gets better.” Her gaze shifted to Peter, her hazel eyes locking onto his again.

As Peter’s fingers moved with a steady rhythm, Liz’s own grasp on his dick grew firmer, just enough to make him groan. She squeezed his dick hard. “Focus, Parker,” she told him, her voice low and teasing. “You’ve got a job to do.”

Betty let out a few small shrieks, her body arching as Peter’s fingers worked her, her moans soft yet passionate. Liz’s lips were a sly smile as she watched Betty’s reactions, her hand still on Peter’s cock. 

“You’re a natural, Parker.” Her thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock again. “Now, keep going. You’re doing great.”

Peter’s heart pounded as he obeyed. Liz’s voice was low and steady in his ear, her guidance calm and beyond complimentary, and for the first time he felt a quiet certainty that this, finally, was something he could do right.

After what felt like an eternity—though Liz assured him it had only been a few minutes—Betty’s nervous tremors gave out. Her hands, which had been clutching the sheets like there was no tomorrow, finally relaxed, and her breathing, while still heightened, evened out. 

“Peter,” she said, her voice shaky but determined in a way that was so uniquely Betty. “I… I think I’m ready. For, um, the main event. I mean I need… more.”

Peter blinked and he glanced at Liz, who was wearing a shit eating grin. “See? Told you she’d warm up to the idea,” She said with a smug satisfaction. She felt Betty’s flushed cheek before she turned her attention back to Peter. “Alright, Parker, she’s all yours. Just… hold back a lot more this time, okay? She’s not exactly a pro at this.”

“Neither am I!” Peter blurted out. 

Liz‘s hazel eyes gleaming with both  amusement and affection. “Come on, Peter. You’ve been doing great so far. Just… keep it up.” She leaned in, “And if you mess up, I’ll be here to clean it up.”

Betty groaned, her hands flying up to cover her face. “Can we please stop talking about me like I’m some kind of… project?!” she squeaked, her voice muffled behind her fingers. “I’m right here, you know! And, for the record, I’m nervous. Like, incredibly nervous. So, can we just… do this already?”

“Are you… sure?” Peter asked. “Because if you’re not ready, we can—”

“Peter,” Betty interrupted. “I’m ready. Or, at least, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. So, let’s just… do this before I chicken out, okay?”

“Alright,” Peter murmured, his heart pounding as he positioned himself. “Just… tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

Betty nodded and she glanced up at him, her blue eyes wide with a mix of panic and excitement.

He leaned down to look directly in face. “You’re in control, Betty. If you want to stop, just say the word.”

Betty managed a small, nervous smile, her cheeks flushing even deeper. “I trust you, Peter,” she said softly. 

He nodded, his fingers brushing lightly against her thigh before positioning himself, his gaze locked on hers. “Ready?” he said reassuringly.

Betty took a deep breath, her hands relaxing as she nodded. “Ready,” she said, her nerves showing, but still resolute in her decision. Peter pushed in at a snails pace this time, feeling the tight resistance as he slid inside her. Betty’s breath caught in her throat, her hands flew up to take hold of his shoulders. 

“Wait—wait, it’s—oh!” she sobbed, her words shattering in cries as her hymen broke.

“Peter—wait, stop! It’s too much!” she shrieked as her body instinctively revolted against the unfamiliar sensation. Her wide blue eyes locked onto his, a flicker of panic mixing with the pain.

Peter froze, his muscles tensing as he glanced at Liz, panic flashing in his eyes. “What do I do?” 

“Don’t move,” Liz said firmly, her tone calm but commanding. She sprang into action, her hazel eyes focused on Betty as she knelt beside her. “Betty, listen to me. It’s okay. Just breathe, okay? You’re doing great.”

Betty’s face crumpled as she shook her head. “It hurts,” she whimpered. “It really, really hurts.”

“I know,” Liz murmured, her voice softening. She placed a comforting hand on Betty’s shoulder, her touch steady and reassuring. “But it’ll pass. I promise.” She glanced up at Peter, her gaze sharp but not unkind. “Stay put, Parker. If you pull out now, it’ll just hurt her more. Let her ride it out.”

Peter nodded, his jaw clenching with the effort as he held himself perfectly still, his hand gripping Liz’s for support. Betty’s choked on her gasps as she tried to process the overwhelming sensation.

Liz leaned closer to Betty, her voice dropping to a soothing cadence. “Stay focused on me, okay? Just keep breathing. In and out. You’ve got this. You’re tougher than you think, Brant.”

Betty’s blue eyes locked onto Liz’s, her panic slowly giving way to a flicker of determination. She nodded shakily, her grip on Peter loosening slightly as she followed Liz’s instructions, her breaths growing steadier. 

“Okay,” she agreed, the word faint but resolute. 

Liz’s lips curving into a small, reassuring grin. “See? Told you you’ve got this.” She glanced at Peter, her gaze softening. “You’re doing good, Parker. Just hold on a little longer.”

Peter nodded, his muscles trembling with the effort to stay perfectly still. His eyes flicked to Betty, his concern for her overriding his own discomfort. “You’re doing amazing, Betty. Seriously.”

Betty managed a small, shaky smile, her freckled cheeks flushing as she relaxed. “Thanks, Peter,” she said. “Just… don’t let go, okay?”

“Never,” Peter said firmly. Liz’s hand rested on his shoulder, her touch steady and reassuring, as they waited for Betty to adjust.

Betty’s breathing finally evened out, her blue eyes locking onto Peter’s with a pure almost innocent determination. “Okay,” she finally concluded. “I’m ready. You can… move now. Just—” Her hands were clenched on his shoulders, her freckled face flushing crimson. “Just don’t make it weird, Parker.”

Liz chuckled.“Too late for that. This is already the weirdest night of your life.”

Peter managed a weak grin and started to move, slow and barely into her at all, his every movement careful and measured. “How’s that?”

Betty’s body tensed for a split second before she relaxed. “It’s… not as bad as I thought,” she admitted. “Just… keep going, okay?”

“See?” Liz told her. “I told you you’d be fine. And Peter—” she glanced at him, her gaze softening, “—you’re doing great. Just… keep it steady, alright?”

Peter was now completely focused on Betty’s reactions, his every movement guided by her soft cries and mumbled moans. For once, his nerves faded into the background, replaced by a quiet determination to make this good for her.

Betty’s breath choked again, her body arching as Peter’s rhythm grew more confident. “Oh my God,” she sighed blissfully. “This is… this is actually… good.” Her wide blue eyes locked onto his, a flicker of surprise and adoration in them.

Liz’s smirk softened, her gaze lingering on Betty with a quiet admiration. “Told you, Brant.” Her tone was teasing, but there was a flicker of pride beneath it—pride for Betty, for Peter, for the way they were figuring this out together. 

Peter moved with the same steady rhythm he’d used with Cindy initially, but Betty—small, quivering, and achingly inexperienced—was overwhelmed almost instantly. “Peter—oh God—it’s so much!” she screeched, rising in pitch with every shallow thrust. Her blue eyes filled to bursting with tears. “I didn’t know it would feel like this!”

 Peter froze, his muscles tensing as he glanced down at her, his concern overriding his own growing need. “Are you okay? I can stop if—”

“No!” Betty squeaked, her hands gripping his shoulders tighter. “Don’t stop! I just—I need another break, okay?”

Peter nodded, his movements slowing to a barely-there pace, his hands brushing gently against her thighs. “Better?” 

Betty nodded, her breath steadying a bit again, though her grip on him didn’t loosen. “It’s still… really, really intense, but it’s… kind of the best thing ever, too.” Her lips curved into a small, nervous smile, her freckles standing out against her flushed cheeks. “You’re… really good at this, Parker. Which is, like, super unfair, because I’m kind of a mess.”

“You’re not a mess,” Peter told her, his voice soft but firm. “You’re… perfect, Betty. Seriously.”

Betty’s mouth opened in silent awe. How does someone so awkward AND with such an impossibly huge penis say the sweetest things? she wondered, her heart pounding as she relaxed beneath him. 

Liz watched from the edge of the bed, her hazel eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. Betty’s flushed face, her shaking hands clutching Peter’s shoulders, the way she looked up at him with that mix of awe and trust—it was too much. Liz’s smirk faltered. She’d shared Peter with Cindy, but this? This felt different. Betty wasn’t just curious; she was falling for him, and Liz wasn’t about to let that slide.

Without waiting a second longer, she leaned into Peter, so close her tongue almost split into his ear as she spoke. “Don’t forget about me,” she told him. Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen as she kissed him—hard and purposeful.

Peter’s movements with Betty faltered for a split second as Liz’s lips claimed his. He pulled back, his cheeks burning, but Liz didn’t let him go far. “Focus,” she told him. “You’ve got two girls here. Let’s see if you can multi-task.”

Betty blinked, her blue eyes wide with a mix of panic and indignation. “Liz, what are you—?”

“Betty!” Liz interrupted, her tone teasing but not unkind. She leaned over Peter’s shoulder, to reach Betty’s ear. “You’re doing great, just… don’t hog all the fun, okay?” Her smile widened as she turned back to Peter, her fingers trailing down his chest with a calculated malaise.

Peter groaned, his hands tight on Betty’s hips as he tried—and failed—to keep his focus. “Liz, seriously—”

“Seriously what?” Liz shot back, her hazel eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and amusement. She kissed him again, her lips soft but insistent, her hands roaming freely over his chest and shoulders. “You’re mine, Parker. Don’t forget that.”

Betty let out nervous giggle. “This is… so weird,” she confessed. “But also kind of… hot?”

But Betty’s nervous laughter faded almost instantly at what happened next. Lost in Liz’s demanding kisses, he thrust a little too hard into Betty and her whole body buckled under his strength and size. 

“Peter!” she screamed. Her small hands now in a deathgrip on his shoulders. “I told you to go slow!” she squeaked in indignant frustration.

Liz pulled back. “Oops,” she murmured as she glanced down at the way Betty was squirming beneath them. “Guess I got a little carried away.” She leaned in again. “You’re welcome,” she added, her voice low and teasing, her fingers tracing the muscles of his back like she owned them.

Betty let out a strangled noise, her face burning as she tried to process the overwhelming sensation. “Liz, I swear—” she started before choking on her words and having to restart. “If you’re going to be this distracting, maybe you should—oh!” Her words broke off into a jagged wail as Peter adjusted his rhythm, his movements softer once again. Her hands relaxed, her grip on him loosening as she let out a shaky sigh. “Better,” she whispered.

Peter nodded, his cheeks burning as he glanced down at her, his concern overriding his own growing need. 

His eyes flicked to Liz and he couldn’t help but let out a nervous giggle. “You’re… kind of a lot yourself, Liz.”

“You’re just figuring that out now?” Liz shot back. She leaned over Peter’s shoulder, and into Betty’s ear. “Betty, you’re doing great.” She reached out to brush a strand of strawberry-blonde hair from Betty’s flushed face, her touch surprisingly gentle. “And hey, if you can handle this, you can handle anything.”

Betty blue eyes met  Liz’s with a flicker of quiet gratitude. “This is still the weirdest night of my life,” she said. “But probably the best too?” She looked back at Peter, "Peter, I'm sorry, but could speed up again?"

“You sure?” he asked, his muscles tensing as he fought to keep himself in check. “I don’t want to hurt you, Betty.”

Betty’s small hands rested more gently on his shoulders now. “I… I think I’m ready.” She was wearing a nervous smile now. “Just… go a little faster, okay? Like you were before. I think I can handle that.”

“You heard her, Parker,” Liz said. “Don’t keep her waiting. She’s braver than you think.”

Betty let out a shaky laugh in agreement. “Peter, just—” Her words faltered in sobs as he obeyed, his movements quickening. Her small body tensed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to adjust to the new pace. “Oh! My! God!” She yelped. “This is… this is so much but—don’t stop.”

Peter’s focus narrowed to Betty again, her mixed expression, her breaths fragmenting with every shallow thrust. Betty’s face flushed deeper, her lips parting in soft gasps that sent a jolt of heat through him. She was quaking like he was tearing her apart, but there was a raw determination in her eyes that made his chest ache. “Peter,” she shivered. “It’s… it’s starting to feel… really good.”

Her words sent a surge of confidence through him, his movements growing slightly more bold, though still careful, still measured. Betty’s body convulsed. “Oh my God,” she whimpered. “This is… this is so much, but I—” She let out a sharp, shaky cry as her small body tensed beneath him.

Peter’s hands gently stroked her side as he watched her slowly but surely surrender to his cock.

“Peter,” Betty gasped. Her small hands clawed at his shoulders. “I think I’m—” Her cry dissolved into a torn violent squeal as her body seemed to float off the bed, her curling and twisting up taut before finally snapping. Her chest heaved as her orgasm surged through her like an electric current, leaving her twitching and wheezing in its wake.

Her climax was raw and unrestrained, her usual nervous energy now feral and lust drunk. Her legs clamped around his hips, her breaths shallow and irregular. Her blue eyes glazed in blissful emptiness as she laid there still for an almost concerning amount of time.

“Peter,” she called his name again after she seemed to resurrect herself from the dead. “That was…” Her words broke off into a soft, shaky laugh as she sank back into the mattress and tears rolled down her cheeks. “I mean…just….”

There was a vulnerability in her expression that made Peter worry that he might have done  a little too much. She looked up at him like he’d hung the stars, her small hands resting lightly on his shoulders as she caught her breath. “You’re… that was…,” she whimpered. “Like, seriously. I didn’t think—that after sex I would feel…” Her words dissolved into another soft haggard laugh.

Peter leaned down, his lips brushing softly against hers in a way that made her shiver. "Betty...” He trailed off, his cheeks burning as he struggled to find the right words. But Betty was passed out anyway.

Liz  chortled. “Looks like someone’s worn out,” she teased. “Poor Brant. Guess she wasn’t ready for the full Spider-Man experience.”

Peter groaned, his cheeks burning as he glanced down at his still-throbbing erection. “Liz, seriously—” he started, his voice cracking, but she cut him off with a sly grin.

“Chill out, Parker,” she murmured. “It's just us now.” Her hands slid down his chest until she found the prize. Her prize. “You’re still mine, remember?” she added as her hand reclaimed his cock. “And I’m not about to leave you hanging.”

“Liz—” Peter choked out, his voice hoarse with a mix of arousal and uncertainty, but she didn’t let him finish. She kissed him—hard, insistent, and full of purpose—her lips claiming his in a way that left no room for doubt.

“You’re not done yet. Which means neither am I.” Her free hand slid down to grip his hip, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his in a way that made his knees buckle. 

Peter groaned, his hands tangling in her dark hair as he surrendered to the sensation, his body shaking with need.For a moment, the two other girls that he had fucked unconscious ceased to exist. There was only her—her lips, her hands, her voice in his ear—and the overwhelming heat coursing through him.

Peter’s hands slid under Liz’s weight, his enhanced strength making her seem light as a feather as he lifted her off the bed. She let out a surprised squeal, her dark, wavy hair spilling over her shoulders as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. 

“Well, this is new,” she said excitedly. “I like where this is going...”

With a steady, confident grip, Peter positioned her against the wall, her lithe frame pressed against the cool surface with a definite thud and kissed her.

Ned’s ire suddenly switched from that guy at the bodega towards Peter himself. Ned marched out of the room and looked briefly at the neighboring door, but he thought better of it and quickly raced to his room to grab his laptop before trudging down to the business center.

Liz’s breathing quickened as she broke the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched her back, her body instinctively matching his movements. “Yes please,” she murmured into his ear.

Peter’s eyes locked onto hers, his exhales shallow but steady as he aligned himself, careful to control his thrusts. “Trust me?” he whispered. Liz looked straight into his eyes and nodded.

“Always,” she whispered with joy.

He pushed in slowly, his enhanced control allowing him to keep the depth manageable for her. Liz’s heavy grunts filled his ears as her body tensed for a split second before she let out a long, hearty moan of only his name. 

“Peter—” 

Her legs wrapped around his waist and she leaned in to  kiss his cheek insistently. “You’re…” she trailed off as she lost herself in his thrusts. “Damn, Parker. You’re a fucking beast with that thing.”

Peter’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t help the nervous grin tugging at his lips. “I mean, I’m kinda still figuring it out.” Liz laughed out loud.

"Just figuring it out? Peter look.” Her eyes darted to his fallen conquests.

He followed her gaze over to Betty, who lay sprawled and dead asleep on the bed, her strawberry-blonde hair splayed over her face. Cindy, meanwhile, was curled up on the loveseat, her usually intimidating edges softened by sleep.

Liz’s lips curved into a sly smirk as she turned her gaze back to Peter, her fingers trailing lightly down his jaw. “Two down,” she told him. “And one to go.” Her thumb ran along his lip, her eyes locking onto his with challenge. “Betty didn’t even last five minutes, and Cindy? She’s out cold. Guess I’m the only one who can handle you, huh, Parker?”

Peter’s cheeks burned. “I mean, they were—”

“Having the time of their lives? Yeah, I noticed,” Liz interrupted. “But let’s be real, Peter. ” She leaned closer. “I know that all you really want is me, don’t you?”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through him. “Liz, I—”

“Shh,” her finger held his lip before she came down for another kiss as if to completely seal him as hers.  

When she pulled back her voice dropped to a low, teasing murmur. “So, let’s see if you can finish this the way you started it.” 

Peter obeyed, his movements were careful, every thrust designed to give her pleasure without overwhelming her. Liz’s moans grew louder, as she pressed her forehead to his, like she had done before.

“You’re mine, Peter,” she told him. “Don’t you forget that.” Her lips claimed his again.

As he thrust into her, Peter’s mind wandered back to all the times he’d admired her from afar. Back to moments at school where Liz had caught his attention. There was that time in the library when he first remembered noticing her back when he was a freshman. Liz had been seated at a long oak table, her dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail as she flipped through a textbook. She’d glanced up and caught him staring, her hazel eyes narrowing in playful suspicion before she shook her head. Peter had quickly looked away, but he thought about her for the rest  of the day. And then some.

“You’re staring way too hard at me, Parker,” she teased now, her voice low and husky as her fingers traced the muscles of his chest back in the present. “You always did that, you know. Back in decathlon practice, when you thought no one was looking.”

Peter didn’t deny it. “You were—you’re kind of impossible not to stare at,” he admitted.

Liz smirked as he thrust another hard moan out.

Another memory flashed through his brain. It was during the school talent show, and Liz had signed up on a whim. She’d walked onto the stage in a simple yet stunning outfit, her confidence radiating as she performed a spoken-word piece she’d written herself. Peter had been sitting in the back of the auditorium in stunned silence as he watched her command the room. When she finished, the applause had been thunderous, and Liz had bowed with a grin that lit up the entire space. Peter had clapped harder than anyone.

But now, Liz was here, her body pressed against his as she guided him with a quiet determination even as she lost herself in the pleasure he was giving her. “Remeber, Peter,” she chided him. “You’re mine, remember?”

“You were always so… unapproachable," Peter confessed. “Like, you were just… Liz Allen, the coolest person I knew. And I was… just...y’know.”

“You’re still Peter Parker,” she hissed. “And I’m still me. But right now? You’re also my Peter Parker…”

Her words sent his heart into overdrive, Peter’s rhythm quickened as Liz’s body melded against his. Her noises grew louder, her hands clutching his shoulders like she was afraid he’d pull away.

“God, Peter—” she screamed out.“You’re, you’re… you’re—holy shit!”

Peter pounded her faster, though he still careful, still measured. A delicate moan fell from Liz’s mouth. “Yours,” she managed. “Always yours, hero.”

Liz’s body tensed, her breath halting as the first wave of her climax hit her hard. Her eyes shut hard and her mouth opened wide to shriek as her back arched off the wall. “Peter—oh my God, Peter!” she wailed. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as the heat in her core exploded, sending tumultuous waves through her body. She couldn’t hold back the and  yelled a series of “fuck!”s as her body convulsed with a near-deadly force.

The pleasure cascaded through her, leaving her unable to function otherwise. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling in for a desperate, messy kiss as her hips involuntarily jerked and spasmed against his. Every nerve in her body felt electric, every sensation heightened to an almost unbearable degree. 

“Pete—OH GOD, Peter—”  The sound of her voice echoed through the room as she let the orgasm consume her completely.. She clung to him, her body still tremoring as the shocks rippled through her, her breath coming in jagged volleys. “Peter,” she whispered with a quiet awe. “That was… unbelievable.”

As Liz’s body finally began to relax, Peter’s control slipped. Three girls. Four, if he counted Liz twice. All of them had brought him to the apex of pleasure. It had sent him teetering on the precipice of release, but none had quite pushed him over. Not until now, with Liz’s legs still wrapped tightly around him, her hot breath and uneven on his skin. Her moans, her whispers, her raw, unrestrained pleasure—it was all too much. His body was seconds from breaking. 

“Liz,” he wheezed, “I need to—I can’t—” His words broke off into a sharp, desperate groan as he pulled out and held her aloft. His enhanced reflexes kicked in as turned around but aimed away from the bed where Betty lay in a post-orgasmic daze and Cindy slept soundly on the loveseat. He didn’t want to risk any of his cumming explosion doing any damage to them or the room.

Then, unable to stop it, his release came hard as he braced  his hands against the wall for support. The force of it was intense, superpowered in a way that left even him stunned. His muscles tensed as he came, the sheer volume of it shocking. Ropes of white streaked across the floor, the force of his ejaculation sending them far further than any normal man could have achieved. He groaned, his body shaky as the  pleasure jetted through him, his chest heaving with the effort to catch his breath. It felt like he’d been holding it in for all his life, his body finally letting go in a torrent of pent-up need. He’d managed to jerk-off since he got his powers, and it was a lot, but it never was anything like it—the intensity, the relief, the sheer amount. 

When it was over, Peter slumped forward, his forehead resting against the wall as he panted. “Holy shit,” he whispered, his mind still reeling. Three girls had pushed him to his limit, but it was Liz—the one he now was certain that he loved—that had finally pushed him oveboard. He glanced down at the floor, his cheeks burning as he took in the sheer mess he’d made. “Uh… sorry about that,” he muttered.

Liz, still struggling to steady herself in his arms, let out a loud, hardy laugh. She clearly wasn’t even thinking about how much he just came.

“Don’t apologize, Parker,” she told him gently. “That was… the fucking best!” She reached up to brush a strand of hair from his face, her touch surprisingly gentle. “I can’t believe I just got my pussy demolished by THE Spider-Man.”

Peter was a complete loss for words. “I—I—uh—w—”

“Relax, boy scout,” Liz interrupted. She kissed him softly, her lips lingering against his in a way that sent a warm shiver down his spine. “You're the one I want Peter. And I don’t know how I got this lucky.”

---

Despite their exhaustion, Peter and Liz worked in perfect, almost practiced silence to clean up the room. Between his enhanced speed and her knack for organization, they managed to erase most traces of the night’s chaos. They made sure Betty and Cindy were safely tucked into their own rooms before anyone could notice their absence. By the time the Academic Decathlon buzzed with energy later that day, the four of them carried themselves with an air of quiet confidence that helped them clinch the win.

On the bus ride back, Peter found himself wedged between Liz and Betty, with Cindy across the aisle. The tension between all of them was heavy but not unpleasant. 

Liz broke the silence first. "Look, we all know what happened last night. It was… a lot. But if we’re going to do this—and I mean really do this—we need to be clear. Peter’s mine. Official girlfriend status. But he’s… well, he’s got a lot going on." She glanced at Betty and Cindy, her gaze unwavering. "When he’s free, when I’m not around, you two can… share. But no drama. Got it?"

Betty blinked and blushed before failing to form a coherent response, "Wait, are you—are we—? This is so insane. I mean, I’m not saying I’m into it, but—"

"Betty," Cindy interrupted with a dry amused tone. "It’s not complicated. Liz gets the title, we get the perks. Simple. No feelings, no mess. Right?" She glanced at Peter, her sharp eyes narrowing. "Unless you’ve got a goddam problem with that, Parker?"

Peter’s face burned, his hands fidgeting in his lap. "Uh, no? I mean, it’s… whatever you guys want?"

Liz smirked, her hand holding onto Peter’s knee possessively. "Exactly. We’re all adults here. Well, close enough. So, no drama, no sneakiness, and no weirdness in decathlon practice. Deal?"

Betty let out a nervous laugh, her braid swinging as she nodded. "Deal. But if I regret this, I’m blaming you, Liz."

"Once again Betty, Noted," Liz said bluntly and leaning back in her seat. "Now, let’s focus on celebrating the win. And, Peter? Try not to overthink it. You’re already in over your head."

Cindy chuckled. "He always is. But hey, at least this time he’s making the best of it."

A few seats ahead, Ned sat alone. 

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The next time Spider-Man faced the Vulture, there was a newfound confidence in his every move. No longer the awkward, stammering kid who’d barely held his own, Peter moved with a precision and swagger that seemed to throw the villain off. 

"You know, birdbrain," Peter quipped "you’re not exactly as scary as I remember. Maybe it’s the wings. Kinda gives off ‘overgrown turkey’ vibes, you know?"

The Vulture snarled, his metallic wings slicing through the air as he lunged at Peter. "You think you’re funny, kid? Let’s see how funny you are when I’m done with you!"

Peter dodged with an effortless grace that surprised even himself. "Oh, I’m hilarious," he shot back, shooting a web that yanked one of the Vulture’s wings off balance. "But you? You’re just… desperate. What’s the plan here, turkey? Want an upgrade from ‘birdbrain’ to ‘full-on extinct’?"

The Vulture’s movements grew increasingly erratic as Peter pressed the attack. "You’ve got a big mouth for someone who’s still wet behind the ears, Spider-Man," he growled, his voice dripping with venom.

"Yeah, well, you’ve got a big ego for someone who’s about to get webbed up and shipped off to jail,” Peter retorted, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. “And hey, when you’re behind bars, maybe you’ll finally have time to work on your flying technique. Just saying, it’s a little… rusty."

The Vulture roared in frustration, his attacks becoming more reckless. Peter, now fully in control, delivered a well-placed kick that sent the villain crashing to a rooftop. 

As he webbed up the Vulture, Peter leaned in, his mask’s lenses narrowing. "You know, you might wanna rethink the whole ‘villain’ thing. Retirement’s not so bad. I hear Florida’s nice this time of year."

With his quarry securely restrained, Peter moved in to defeather, or rather unmask him. Peter crouched down, his gloved fingers working to undo the valves and fasting of the flight. His heart pounded, not from the fight, but from the weight of what he was about to uncover. With a quick tug, the mask came free, and Peter froze.

Liz’s dad.

He would recognize that face anywhere. The call that night—that picture on her phone. Now he was staring at that face again, the man who had been a thorn in his side for weeks. The man who had interrupted his first blowjob. The man who’d almost gotten away with stealing billions in high-tech weaponry. The man whose daughter he’d… well, fucked the brains out of just days earlier.

Peter let out a disbelieving laugh, the sound slightly manic. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of incredulity and dark amusement. He's… Liz’s dad. He palmed his masked face. "And here I was thinking my life couldn’t get any weirder."

He flashed back to that night—her screams, her moans, the way she’d looked at him like he was her entire world. The satisfaction of knowing he’d not only taken down the Vulture but also thoroughly fucked the guy’s daughter to the point where she’d never look at anyone else? Yeah, that was a complete victory.

Adrian’s rage flared out at this capture, despite still not knowing the full extent of his humiliation. But Peter was already turning away, his laughter echoing off Manhattan's skyscrapers as he realized he was supposed to spend the night with Liz. He would have to tell her the unfortunate news about her father, but that would have to wait for now.

He had decided he needed to make it up to Ned for ignoring him after he met up with Liz. He was planning on buying his friend some better headphones. The one he brought on the trip seemed cheap.