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(Y/n) laid back in their chair letting out a big sigh. The work was finally done. Four pages of calculus work, one lesson on chemistry, two hand drawn illustrations, and a paper on bondage. Unfortunately not the fun bondage. 

And it was only, they peeked at the clock on their laptop: 4:38 am. They took off their glasses and rubbed their eyes. What’s the use of trying to get any sleep at this point? Instead (Y/n) closed and put away all of their coursework and switched around the tabs on their laptop. 

They logged into their anonymous art account. They check their notifications. Even though it’s been a week since they last posted, the likes, favorites, and comments were still going up. For almost the last year they’ve drawn and posted exclusively NSFW Venom art. The most recent one being the Venom ravaging some poor civilian woman from a high-rise. 

The Venom started popping up around NYC less than a year ago and (Y/n) had to know everything about it. They read every theory about it. From “Spiderman gone dark” to “New werewolf but for Spiders.” Not to mention the endless artistic inspirations Venom fed them. For every published artwork (Y/n) had dozens more sketches and doodles just sitting in seemingly blank pages on their painting application and at the bottom of their sketchbook stack. 

As far as the public knew, the Venom was just another villain in the world who hasn’t offended yet. Not vigilante like Spiderman, but villain. Which didn’t turn (Y/n) off at all. 

They opened up a Venom thirst post thread and took their laptop to their bed. 

… 

In the morning, they changed into a decent outfit. Jeans and their Empire State College sweatshirt. They went to the dining hall to dine and not fall asleep. They made sure to have plenty of water before their first coffee cup. 

They ate but grabbed a hand full of snacks before leaving. At 7 am, they had two hours before their first class, that being General Chemistry 2. In the meantime they sat in the quad. 

While under the shade a girl walked up to them. “Hey!” she smiled. 

“Hi Zoe,” they clapped hands with her. She took a seat next to them and (Y/n) laid down. “Did you finish the chem work?” they asked her. 

“That’s what I’m here for now.” She pulled her laptop out of her backpack and went to work to complete an assignment due in a couple hours. 

“I’ll be quiet,” (Y/n) promised. 

“Ah, don’t sweat it.” 

They sat on the grass and (Y/n) enjoyed the rest. They wouldn’t be able to have any until after the next two classes. “Did you see the latest NYPD statement?” Zoe asked (Y/n). 

(Y/n) rolled into their side. “No. You think someone like me would pay attention to the NYPD?” 

“You might be interested in this one.”

(Y/n) looked it up. It ended up being a response to a possibly real photographed sighting of Venom now with six legs instead of four. The photo was still viral on its’ third day. The NYPD claimed that it was just Spiderman in a new skin and that they were still out to arrest the guy. With the obligatory message to call the NYPD’s number right away if they see the Spider(s). 

“So what do you think?” Zoe asked as she was typing away. 

“I think the NYPD should list their sources if they want to claim that Spiderman and the Venom are one and the same.” they said and put their phone down. 

“Yeah of course. No one knows but hopefully someone will see Spiderman and the Venom in the same place at the same time eventually.” Zoe said. Zoe was a Spiderman fan who liked to call the Venom ‘The goth wannabe Spiderman.’ 

“You like Spiderman too, do you believe they’re the same person?” she asked.

“Nah. The best sightings of the Venom we have clearly show someone with a different body type.” They would know after drawing Venom’s body over and over again. Both in normal and questioning positions. “Unless the Spiderman grew months worth of muscle mass overnight, there’s no way.” 

“That was surprisingly observant.” 

Zoe spotted Flash Thompson, another student a year above them walking by. “Maybe he’s the Venom,” she joked with his beefy build. 

She made (Y/n) laugh. But then they felt something odd. They sat up and looked around. But nothing was different about the early morning quad.  

“Something wrong?” asked Zoe. 

“Nothing. Just, just got poked by an extra sharp grass blade.” they excused. But actually they felt like someone was watching them and Zoe. But no one else was out there. 

Zoe turned in their chem paper and they got up to walk to class together. (Y/n) told her about their all nighter and their illustration class after general chem. Just before walking into the lecture hall they ran into their TA. 

Zoe took it upon herself to do the talking. “Morning, Harry.”

“Morning guys.” Harry replied. 

“You too Peter.” she said. 

Much like (Y/n) and Zoe, Harry and his best friend Peter always came to class together. Although Peter was just another student, not a TA. He nodded back to her. 

Harry looked to (Y/n), “Someone looks bright-eyed.” 

(Y/n) switched their glasses to shades. They knew they had dark circles but really? Harry chuckled. He let Zoe and them in first and they took seats in the front row. 

While they were seated and taking out their stuff for class, (Y/n) leaned over and whispered to Zoe. “Is he really your type?” 

“Yeah. Come on (Y/n), he wasn’t insulting you. He was just teasing cuz he’s an upperclassman.” 

(Y/n) saw Harry and Peter also take front row seats. Thanks to Zoe crushing on Harry Osborn they were on friendly enough terms that he thought he could also joke off to (Y/n). They couldn’t even see what Zoe saw in him. Besides the obvious. He’s clearly smart and successful, not to mention the wealthy background. 

But they always shrugged it off. (Y/n)’s taste in men and everyone else was far from vanilla. But why should they judge their vanilla best friend? It wasn't really any of (Y/n)’s business or concern, unless Zoe needed their help.

They took their shades off and the room filled up. It was a notes heavy day and (Y/n) liked to use three different colored pens. In the middle of the lecture, (Y/n) looked away for a moment and accidentally made eye contact with Peter. They looked away immediately. Better him than Harry though. 

After chem class (Y/n) had to go back to their dorm. Because they realized that they accidentally brought the wrong sketchbook. This was the nsfw one, “I guess I didn’t have enough coffee," they muttered.

They rushed to stuff their bag and hastily got up. But in their rush they stumbled down the one step from the desk row. 

In a stroke of luck someone else caught their free hand and saved them from nose diving into a shoulder. (Y/n) looked up at, Peter. For the second time today. They let go of his hand and thankfully he was chill enough to simply move on and act like it didn’t happen so no one else would notice. 

… 

(Y/n) crashed in their dorm after their second class. They could finally get some sleep. But after they set their things down and changed clothes Zoe rang their phone. (Y/n) groaned but answered her. “Hello?” 

“Good news there’s a dorm party tonight!” Zoe said. 

“Yeah?” 

“Come with me!” 

“Ok, when is it?” 

“It’s at 10 tonight but I want you to come to my dorm beforehand. Meaning now.” 

“What?!” 

“Come on, you’ve done my eye makeup before and it was great!” 

“Zoeeeee. Need sleep..” 

“You can crash on my bed.” she offered. (Y/n) couldn’t come up with an excuse. 

“I’ll be there in a few.” 

“Thanks! Love ya!” 

“Ditto…” (Y/n) hung up. “You owe me, girl.” (Y/n) snatched up their ESC sweatshirt. 

… 

(Y/n) couldn’t get any real sleep with Zoe’s lights on. Zoe couldn’t convince them to put on a fresh face of makeup but she did persuade them to dress up for the night using her closet. 

They went together arm in arm. Zoe knew the room. This party was being hosted in a Men’s dorm hall. They would be sure to watch over each other and get each other out of a pinch. Especially since (Y/n) was pushing on two all nighters now. 

They stood at the dorm with the party sign and the loud music. “We got each other right?” (Y/n) asked. 

“Yeah.”

They knocked on the door together. Some guy opened the door and let them in. They went in and there wasn’t very much space. Two beds, two dressers, two desks. One of the desks was being used for drinks, the other was for the speaker and lights. (Y/n) spotted their RA Doreen by the speaker and waved to her. 

Harry and Peter were sitting together on one of the beds drinking beer bottles. So Zoe unlinked arms and scurried up to them. (Y/n) walked up to the drink desk. “You got any juice?” 

They did not have juice. The party host gave (Y/n) a Gatorade from his personal fridge. They went to the room’s window and cracked it open. This dorm had a view of the quad and they saw a couple other groups out on campus doing their own thing. Dancing, playing live music, smoking, throwing random things at the trees. 

They backed away from the open window to crack open their drink. It was Fruit Punch flavored and ice cold. An hour went by and (Y/n) took a seat on the floor. There was nothing to do in this place so they went on their phone. Might as well visit the 18+ Venom fandom. 

As they were scrolling the scandalous feeds, they were approached by another party goer. “Got any room?” asked Peter. 

(Y/n) scooted over. Peter sat beside them. As they were getting comfortable Flash Thompson crashed the party. He started laughing about and loudly whooping. 

“I thought you were hanging with your bestie.” (Y/n) made small talk with Peter. 

“Well uh,” Peter pointed towards the bed. When (Y/n) turned their head, Zoe was sitting on Harry’s lap and they were making out. 

“Oh,” they said. 

“Yeah.” 

(Y/n) could see why he left. He was third wheeled and (Y/n) too kinda. “Could I uh? Share some of the ‘ade?” Peter pointed to their Gatorade. “Might help me sober up.” 

“You’re drunk?” 

“No. Tipsy maybe,” said Peter. He had a red solo cup and (Y/n) poured him half the large bottle. “Thanks.”

“No worries.” They clacked drinks and continued chatting. “You and Harry?” 

“Friends since childhood.” Peter said. “We went to high school together with—“ he gestured to Flash arm wrestling with another guy. “The big guy.” 

“Hm. So you’re all from around here?” 

“Yep. Queens. What about yourself? You strike me as a Bronx person. Or are you just from Manhattan?” 

“DC.” said (Y/n). 

“Oh.” Peter chuckled at his guess. 

“Manhattan’s not half bad though.” (Y/n) took another gulp of Gatorade. 

The room went up in cheers for Flash who won his arm wrestling match. Flash saw them and Peter looking his way. He smooched his lips at (Y/n). They scowled and turned to the wall. Peter downed the last of his red cup and stood up. He placed it on the window sill and went up to Flash’s coffee table.

(Y/n)’s eyebrows raised as Peter took off his jacket and sat in the challenger’s seat. They clasped hands and Peter’s arm didn’t stand a chance to Flash Thompson’s. (Y/n) assumed that Peter was still tipsy. But he looked straight and focused. 

Flash and Peter were counted off, and right away Flash was close to winning. Peter’s hand gradually got closer and closer to the table surface. (Y/n) shook their head. But then an inch away from the table Peter’s hand wouldn’t budge. Peter started to recover some ground and attracted more people’s attention. Including Harry and Zoe. Then Peter’s arm jerked and Flash slipped and his hand bounced off the table. He grabbed his wrist. 

(Y/n) almost felt concerned for him but the room cheered for Peter. Everyone was almost shocked that he won against Flash. (Y/n) was surprised too and got up to congratulate him. They knew he had reflexes on his side after this morning, but apparently he was also stronger than he looked too. 

“That was pretty cool, Parker.” (Y/n) said. 

“I-I’m sorry if that was a little asshatted-“ he stuttered.

“It’s fine, Peter. Harry’s proud of you.” They both saw Harry and Zoe acknowledge Peter from the bed. 

Flash was a little too proud however. He boldly challenged Peter to a rematch in the form of a drinking game. There were still two unopened bottles of whiskey left. Flash took one and pressured Peter to take the other. He grabbed it as if he wasn't just trying to sober up. (Y/n) got between them and whispered to Peter. 

“Bro, don’t try to get blackout drunk. Not like this.” 

“Relax (Y/n), I can hold my liquor.” he reassured them. 

“Weren’t you just drinking beers?” 

“Oh that was nothing.” He swerved around them. Flash and Peter picked up their bottles. (Y/n) saw them pop open their whiskeys and they started chugging on 3. They were cheered on and some people started to get their phones out to capture the moment. 

Flash ended up finishing his whiskey first. As he was wiping his mouth Peter swallowed the last of his drink. Flash tried setting down the glass bottle and missed the desk. He dropped it on the floor and gagged. Peter leaned out of the way just on time and narrowly dodged Flash’s regurgitation before he started really vomiting into a nearby wastebin. 

But the initial splatter hit (Y/n), in the face. They took off their glasses and wiped their cheek. Peter turned around and reached out to try to help but (Y/n) recoiled. 

(Y/n) left the dorm in a hurry. No goodbyes, no hesitation, but Peter was second out of the door. “(Y/n)! I’m sorry!” 

“Whatever.” they said angrily. Doreen chased after them. (Y/n) stopped for her, she offered to walk with them back to their dorm. (Y/n) nodded and glanced back at Peter. He leaned against the door. They did believe his apology was genuine but it was too soon to face him again. So they walked away. 

Doreen saw them to their room. The minute their door closed they kicked off their shoes and took off their slacks. They had slop in their hair and needed a shower. But the bed looked very comfortable and lying down felt very nice. 

“Just a quick nap…” they said to the ceiling. “A quick nap, and I’ll clean up…”

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One quick nap later, (Y/n) opened their eyes. They felt so much better. But they woke up to a ringing. It wasn’t their alarm clock, it was their phone. They answered it, “Hello?” 

Zoe’s voice came through. “Finally! (Y/n) I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all day!” 

“What? What do you mean all day?” 

“Have you been asleep this whole time?” 

(Y/n) groaned and looked at the time: 12:04 pm.

They scrambled up. “Oh my gah!” 

“Yeah! Man you really needed that power nap.” Zoe said. 

They felt their hair. It was perfectly clean. They felt their clothes. They were in an oversized tee. Not the top they borrowed from Zoe. “Hey Zoe, I gotta call you back.” 

“Alright, I’m sure you need some more rest. I’m glad you sound better.” she said. 

“Yeah, bye.” (Y/n) hung up. 

They looked in their mirror. Last night they fell asleep with filthy hair and now it was clean. They looked around and saw Zoe’s top laid flat on the floor next to the pants she lent them for the party. 

The walked to their desk and found their glasses. (Y/n) did not remember getting to bed with their glasses on. Or coming back to the dorm with their glasses on. They got splattered in vomit, thanks Flash. But now they were suspiciously clean. Spotless even. 

(Y/n) got dressed and visited Doreen’s room. They knocked on her door. It only took a brief moment for her to answer. “Hi Dori.” said (Y/n). 

“Hey (Y/n). You look much better.” she said politely. 

“Yeah. Thank you, Doreen, for walking me back to my room.” 

“Oh no problem,” she said. 

“Um, did I let you into my room last night?” (Y/n) asked.

“No.” said Doreen. “We got there and you went in. I didn’t step foot in your room.” 

“Ok. Did you give me my glasses before you left?” 

“No that wasn’t me. I didn’t know where they were. I thought you were wearing them.” 

“Ok. Thanks again Doreen, I really appreciated you helping me last night.” (Y/n) thanked her one last time. Then they left. 

They returned to their room. They chewed on one of their pens and tried to recall last night’s events. In their memory they pulled off their glasses and left them behind accidentally. Then they crashed from sleep deprivation after Doreen walked them to their dorm. Maybe they did return with their glasses. And maybe they rolled out of Zoe’s shirt. 

But there was no way they could’ve somehow put on a fresh tee in their sleep. Or washed their hair in their sleep. It didn’t make sense. 

The only one with access to their room is Doreen, the hall RA. Maybe campus security too, but no one else. But she didn’t believe Doreen was lying about not entering their room. And if security came in unannounced they definitely would’ve woken them up. So what happened? It was unexplainable and (Y/n) didn’t like it at all. They decided to go out. They had already missed class by sleeping in. So what they really had to do instead today was eat. 

They got some food and found Harry Osborn in the dining. (Y/n) set their meal down across from him. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Yeah of course.” he said. “You know Peter was looking for you in class today.”

“Oh really? Did he happen to swing by my room last night?” 

“No.” said Harry. “He came right back into the party to talk to Zoe and I. Then we both left campus together. I paid for a cab. He feels bad about last night by the way. I’m sure Flash does too, but I heard he’s too hung over today.”

(Y/n) scoffed. It was kind of stupid to suspect Peter. He didn’t know where their dorm was. He’d have to follow them and Doreen that night and if he had done that one of them would’ve noticed. 

Maybe they did start sleepwalking. For a semester and a half (Y/n)’s sleep schedule has been comically poor. Maybe (Y/n) was so loopy that night they were misremembering key details. And they were going to make sure to solve this. 

They finished eating and returned to their dorm. But they stopped before putting their key in. Every day (Y/n) lined salt outside their doorway as a means of protection. According to family superstition at least. But it was also practical to see if anyone entered. (Y/n) always stepped over the salt line. 

Before they left it was untouched but now the middle appeared swept over. Could be a practical joke but they looked at the second marker. The piece of tape they left on the doorframe earlier. It looked different too. 

They went to Doreen’s again and asked her to come survey their room with them. Doreen agreed and used her master key to unlock (Y/n)’s room. She stepped in first and (Y/n) followed. “Everything looks fine.” Doreen said. 

(Y/n) looked around. Everything was the way they left it and there was no sign of intrusion. They sighed. “Must’ve been someone from the outside messing with me.” 

“Eh, it happens. Take it easy ok?” Doreen said. They heard thumping from the next room over. Very loud thumping, and moaning. “Real easy,” added Doreen. She left (Y/n) with the bedroom noises but kept the door open for them. 

(Y/n) crossed their arms and bit their lip. “I need more sleep than I thought…” They took their shoes off and reached to shut their door when it shut for them. They gasped in the dark. 

“You’re a real clever one.” said a monstrous voice. 

They tried screaming for help. But their mouth was forced silent and they felt something overrun their body and pull them to the floor. They were stuck as if glued down with their arms and legs spread. 

The sounds of sex next door continued but what (Y/n) heard most was their own panicked breath. They felt someone’s body weight on them. It had the feeling of someone straddling them and they squeaked through the gag. 

A mini flashlight shined in (Y/n)’s face. “Missed you in class.” 

Peter Parker!?  

Even through the tiny light (Y/n) could make out his face. They tried screaming harder. No one outside the room had a chance of hearing them but Peter still shushed them. “Hey! Hey! Shut it! If you want your voice back you have to listen. I’ll let you speak if you can convince me that you’ll be quiet…!” 

He scared them. Not just because he was mildly threatening but because they’ve never seen him like this. Not even close. He was aggressive and not afraid to get very close and intimate. Even his voice sounded just a little bit deeper. (Y/n) steadied their breath and stopped screaming and fighting for now. “Good. Very good…” said Peter languidly. 

Very slowly (Y/n) could feel their hands coming back and then their legs. Their arms still felt glued and Peter was still too stiff for (Y/n) for to move. 

But a second face formed above Peter. One with large stark white eyes and a smile with fangs all across. It growled. (Y/n) knew that face. They had studied it and recreated it time and time again. The Venom himself. He extended his long tongue down to their face. He licked up the slide of their neck and their ear. (Y/n) shuddered. 

Peter leaned down. “You know I followed your account.” He unlocked his phone. “I knew that Spiderman had his fanbase. But Venom? And to say such dirty things.” 

He turned his screen towards them. (Y/n) stared at a long list of their post history. They’re anonymous fantasies about being fucked and used by the Venom in the most primal way. Giving their body up knowing the Venom could bite them in half. But hoping he wouldn’t. They closed their eyes and turned away. Peter laughed, “Well it made my day at least.” He tossed his phone to the side, his flashlight too. 

“But here’s the thing,” he slid his fingers across their arms and clasped their hands. Their arms were unstuck and Peter moved them so that their hands were on either side of their face. But Peter’s hands were just as strong so they were still immobile. His physical strength frightened them a little. He leaned in to talk right into their ear. “I want to fulfill those dirty fantasies you wrote about. But, I know lots of people say things online they don’t mean. Or if you just want out of this now I’ll give you the chance.” 

“Close your hands now if you want me to take you. Keep them open if you want me to let you go.” Peter told them. “But you can’t tell anyone about this or me. And if you do, I’m not above doxxing you.” 

(Y/n) should’ve been disturbed, scared out of their mind. But they weren’t. It confused them how they should be very afraid and want to run away from this situation but instead they were excited. (Y/n) didn’t exactly know Peter like that but they still trusted that he wouldn’t hurt them or violate their boundaries. So they clasped Peter’s hands back. 

He smiled at them. “Cute thing.” He ran a hand through their hair and slipped their glasses off. 

(Y/n)‘s mouth came free and they caught their breath. “Please-please don’t bite me with the really sharp teeth.” they asked of him. 

“Sure.” he agreed. “If you need everything to stop. Snap your fingers and I’ll stop what I’m doing to check on you.” 

(Y/n) nodded. They felt flexible ropes loop themselves around their arms and waist and drag them onto their twin bed. (Y/n) saw that they behaved like tentacles and they were attached to a larger stem growing from around Peter’s hips. 

Peter took his shoes off and stripped down to a binder and boxers. At the same time his black tentacles moved to the hem of (Y/n)‘s top and removed it. Peter got on top of them and reached down to their chest. “Are all your bras front hook?” He knew exactly how to undo the clip and their bra split open. (Y/n) instinctively tried to cover their chest but the tentacles pulled their arms back and down against the bed. 

Peter laid his body against (Y/n)‘s and kissed down the middle of their chest. They shivered and bit their lip to try to quiet their moaning. But Peter didn’t like that. “Don’t do that.” he said. 

“But I make noises…” (Y/n) plead. 

“Would you have any problem if I gagged you again?” 

“No-“ the tentacle reacted faster than they could finish their sentence as it covered their mouth and pinned their head flat on their bed. Peter resumed kissing their chest. 

He cupped their breasts and rubbed around their nipples. He put his mouth around their right nipple. He made (Y/n) shudder. But only they could hear themself. He licked all over them and his hand moved from their breast to their stomach. 

(Y/n) felt something gather in the slime next to their head and then a second tongue reached into their ear. They squealed as it licked all over their earlobe. Meanwhile Peter’s hand went into their pants and they gasped and rolled their head. 

They started whimpering against their gag as Peter was rubbing their cunt over their underwear while his mouth was still on their breast. He lifted his head and spoke but not to (Y/n). “This is how you pleasure their chest.” 

He used his tongue to stimulate their nipple and the tongue in their ear moved to their opposite nipple. The longer colder tongue mimicked Peter’s and (Y/n)‘s fingers clenched from having both their nipples stimulated at the same time.

While (Y/n) was being pleasured by two tongues, the sex sounds were still banging on the wall from next door. The Venom growled. “Ignore it.” Peter demanded. Peter moved down and a tentacle took over for his tongue. 

The tentacles slipped under (Y/n)‘s socks and slipped them off. Peter took his hand out and rolled down (Y/n)‘s waistband. He gently removed their pants. “You have great legs you know that?” He smoothed his hands up their calves and to their thighs. 

(Y/n) whined at him. He laughed, “Not great at taking compliments. Too bad you can’t protest.” 

He spread their legs by their ankles and kissed down their inner thigh. He rested their legs on his shoulders and lowered his head. He kissed over their panties and made them shiver again. He massaged their pubic bone and their legs began to twitch. They felt their cunt clench under his mouth yet relax from his hands massaging them. Their eyes rolled back. 

“I want to rip your panties but I won’t since this is our first time.” Peter pulled their underwear off, now making them completely nude. 

He licked up between their lips to their clit. They shrieked, muffled through their gag. He locked his hands over their stomach. He lapped his tongue over and around their clit. And he kept doing it. No matter how hard they squeezed their thighs, or how much their body shook he didn’t stop. He kept licking their pussy to the point where they could feel a pressure approaching a burst.  

This is too good. 

Their mind began to flutter.

Fuck.  

Peter heard them scream through their gag and their body convulsed under him. He got up and licked his lips. “Nice taste…” he sighed. He wiped his chin and set their legs down. 

He moved up and saw their eyes glazing over. He called all the tentacles back. (Y/n) took a good inhale. They looked halfway toward passing out so Peter pulled a blanket over them. 

… 

(Y/n) woke up in a daze. They laid naked under a thin blanket. They looked around and saw Peter on the bed. They scurried up against the wall with their cover. “How long was I asleep?”

“Just over five minutes.” he replied nonchalantly. 

(Y/n) sat at the corner of their bed covering themself with their throw blanket while Peter sat in the corner across from them. He wasn’t fully nude like (Y/n). 

He’d put on his pants and still wore his binder. Though (Y/n) was pretty sure he would have to take it off soon. He was flipping through their Venom sketchbook. Normally (Y/n) would ask for it back but didn’t this time since most of those drawings were technically of him. He didn’t look disgusted or put off in the slightest either. 

Then he closed their sketchbook and got up to trade his binder for a shirt. (Y/n) turned around just in case he wanted the privacy, despite the fact that he was changing right in front of them. “You don’t have to do that after we just fucked.” he said. He lifted his shirt from the floor.

“Just being courteous…” (Y/n) said sheepishly. After Peter set his binder on their chair. They also wanted something to wear so they pulled an oversized shirt from the edge of their room. It had been sitting there for days but it was comfortable. 

Peter took a few deep breaths. Then (Y/n) spoke up. “Can we talk, Peter? About you, Spider-Venom, and us?” 

“Right. I’m sure you’ve got tons of questions. I’ve got the time.” he said.

“What is the Venom? And how did you find out about me?” (Y/n) asked. 

Peter sat back down on their bed. “The Venom is a sentient alien symbiote.” He held out his hand and the black goo gathered in his palm. “He has his own thoughts, his own wants, and needs.” (Y/n) reached out to the goo and it stuck to their hand like sticky putty. They gasped softly. “And like a symbiote he relies on me. I give him direction, shelter, a body.” Peter explained. (Y/n) gently pulled their hand away and the goo just slowly stretched between them. 

“But at the same time I’ve relied on this symbiote to be assertive. To be fearless. Maybe to win a drinking game against a guy twice my size. Or to put the fear of God in some awful guy on the streets.” The symbiote detached itself.

“And me?” (Y/n) asked.

“Right, so the Venom symbiote also enhances preexisting traits in the host.” He pointed to himself. “For me it made me bolder. I wasn’t a total doormat before. However, I felt more courageous in the Spiderman mask than I did as just me. Now I can feel more of the superhero in my everyday-self. But it also enhanced my sex drive.” 

“Freshman year, I was still going out with Gwen and I did sleep with her. But I wanted more things out of the sex. When I brought it up, Gwen wasn’t into the same things and I didn’t talk about it again. Then we broke up.” 

“Was it cuz of the Venom or Spiderman?” (Y/n) asked him. 

“No, I already decided to never let Gwen know about my Spiderman identity, much less the Venom.” he answered. “By the way I was Spiderman first. Then the Venom just came along one day.” 

“I wanted to involve the Venom in my sex life after splitting with Gwen. And turns out someone already had ideas about that.” He looked straight at (Y/n). “Yeah, I found your nsfw art account. I mean I found others too but yours is my favorite. I had no intentions of uncovering your identity. What happened was that I overheard you talking on campus about being a Venom fan and the Venom took a liking to you.” 

(Y/n) got a chill and wrapped themself up again. 

“I mean I thought you were cute too. And I may have found your room and got in through the window under the cover of night. Not right away though took a while since most nights you stayed up late doing your artsy shit. But the Venom makes me very stealthy. So I simply just watched whenever your window was uncovered.”

(Y/n) looked to their window. They did keep the blinds up most nights because they were on a high floor with a view of nowhere. So really only someone who could climb on walls and treetops could see in. 

“I came in once when you were out showering and you left your laptop open. You didn’t exactly have a reason to switch off your anonymous account in your own single dorm. Then I’ll be honest, I just started straight up stalking you.” 

(Y/n) blushed in their blanket. “How so?” 

“Aww you are cute.” Peter smirked. “I thought you’d be at least a little weirded out. Though I knew you were into that sort of thing from your posts.” 

“And you too?” 

“Yeah.” Peter stretched his arms. “But I never really thought much about these kinks before I got the symbiote.” 

“Is it from the symbiote?”

“Nah. It’s a common trait between me and the Venom. It’s one of the only times we’ve agreed on anything to be honest. It’s more like the symbiote pushed us along.” he said. 

Peter straightened up his posture. “I got a question for you, how do you want to move forward? Because if you tell us to fuck off now we will.” he told them. “Yes we will.” he repeated to his body. 

(Y/n) didn’t want him or Venom gone. “I want you to stick around. Both of you.” they said. “But we do need to talk more.” 

“Wanna go out?” (Y/n) offered. 

“Yeah sure.” 

Chapter Text

(Y/n) and Peter bought tickets for the NY subway. It was evening, past rush hour. But there still weren’t enough seats for them. They both stood in the train car and held the railing. While the train was moving (Y/n) looked up at the ceiling.

They tapped on Peter’s arm and pointed up. He tilted his head up and saw what they saw. A spray painted Spiderman face. They got off at Grand Central and made their way to the next stop.

Grand Central was full of tourist trap shops. Some with Spiderman masks and shirts. (Y/n) looked back at Peter. He was staring at his cellphone. It felt surreal to be standing next to Spiderman in Grand Central Station and no one else knew it. They made it to their next stop and were able to get seats on this ride. They sat next to each other and the other seats filled up fast.

(Y/n) messaged Peter for privacy. ‘How long have you been doing the vigilante stuff?’

‘Since highschool.’ He replied.

‘Have you gotten used to just seeing your face around NY?’

‘Pretty much.’ He chuckled. ‘Still getting used to the horny fan art tho.’

(Y/n) put their phone away after that call out. It wasn’t long before they got off at their stop. They made sure to stick close to each other around and through the other people. They went through the turnstiles and into the streets. They walked into Chinatown together and took in the change of atmosphere. It was nice to not be on Empire State’s wannabe regal campus.

“You in the mood for Dim Sum?” asked (Y/n).

Peter simply nodded.

(Y/n) found a small restaurant and got a table for two. It was the smallest table in the place. They ordered and talked while they waited for their food. “So about us, I wouldn’t say that we’re in love. But I like you.” (Y/n) said to him.

“Would you still want to be close?” Peter asked.

“Yeah. For as long as we feel like it. But at the same I don’t want to let our friends in on the details.” (Y/n) confessed. It wasn’t a matter of shame but they didn’t want to be open about their sex life with anyone else, not even Zoe.

“You got a boyfriend?” asked Peter.

“No.”

“You do now.” He smiled into his glass. “You can tell Zoe we’re dating. And I’ll do the same for Harry.”

(Y/n) giggled. “Well then I guess you’re my first boyfriend, Peter Parker.”

His smile faded some. He leaned in, “Have you ever had sex before today?”

(Y/n) shook their head. Peter hesitated. “Are you— How do you feel about it?”

“Peter, I’m fine. Friendly neighborhood Spidey. Good with his fists and his mouth.” They laughed and Peter gently whacked their hand.

Then their food came. Soup dumplings, rice noodle rolls, and turnip cake. They dug in and shared dishes. Peter had trouble with the soup dumplings and needed (Y/n)‘s help picking them up. They scooped one up in their spoon and pinched a hole in it for him.

He drank the broth and then ate the whole thing. They cleaned their plates and (Y/n) paid their bill with Peter pitching in for the tip.

They left and took some time to walk around Chinatown’s streets. “We should do this again sometime.” Peter said to them. As they were walking Peter saw some guys looking (Y/n)‘s way. He impulsively reached around their waist and pulled them close.

He took (Y/n) by surprise. “Oh, ok.” They went along with it. They continued walking with Peter holding them by the waist. Then (Y/n) saw a painted Spiderman mini-mural with Chinese script on the wall. “The Spiderman is popular with all. Take a picture!”

“I can’t be in a photo.” said Peter.

“Then I’ll pose with you.” (Y/n) and Peter hugged each other and smiled in their selfie.

It was still bustling with people on ride back to campus. Be it in the subway or the streets Peter kept his arm around them. They could’ve held hands but (Y/n) liked this side of him.

They caught a bus back to campus and Peter walked (Y/n) back to their dorm. The hallway was empty and Peter finally let (Y/n) go so they could unlock their door. When (Y/n) got their door open they turned around to say bye to Peter.

Instead he pushed them inside and let himself in. (Y/n) stumbled in and Peter closed the door behind them.

“Peter?”

“Hope you’re not busy tonight.” He threw his jacket off and removed his shoes. He marched up to (Y/n) with a sharpness in his eyes.

“Peter…?”

He backed them up to their bed. They half stumbled, sitting down on their bed looking up at Peter. “Seeing passersby eyeing you like that,” he unzipped their jacket for them and pulled it down. “Makes me go feral.” He lifted their legs up and took their shoes off.

He got onto the bed with them and emptied both his and (Y/n)‘s pockets.

He was going so fast that (Y/n) could barely process everything. “You want to have sex now?” (Y/n) asked fully flustered.

“Yeah.” Peter said bluntly.

They thought Peter was going to get in between their legs but instead he took his belt off and used it to bind their wrists. “The same gesture applies, if you snap your fingers I’ll stop.” He fastened it and now their hands were tied in front of them.

He turned them around so that they laid back against his chest. “What are you going to do?” (Y/n) asked.

“I’m gonna play with you.”

It was dark in their room and with the door locked, it was a lot like their first time again. Being locked inside with Peter restraining them on their own bed started to satisfy a primal, dormant need now that (Y/n) had a better idea what was coming.

He set his hands on their hips, under their shirt. He dragged his hands up their abdomen. They gasped lightly from feeling his cold hands on their warm body. They whimpered and hid their face in his shoulder.

He chuckled at them. He couldn’t remove their shirt or bra. But that wasn’t his goal for tonight. He gently rubbed their thighs. He slowly massaged up to their pelvis and forced them to relax from tensing their body in anticipation.

But (Y/n) was still anxious for what Peter was about to do to them. And after massaging their pubic bone he rubbed his fingers up the very middle seam of their jeans making them yelp.

He unzipped their pants and rubbed above their underwear. They couldn’t help but moan as he massaged between their legs. “You…” they said breathily. “You're treating this like a slow burn. You're just teasing me…!” they cried out. Their voice caught in their throat, feeling Peter’s hand getting familiar with their body.

“This isn’t me teasing, (Y/n).” Peter assured them. Implying that he was planning to do exactly that in the future. “But don’t worry I’m gonna do more than just rub over your panties all night.”

(Y/n) yelped again and let out a surprise whimper. He chuckled, satisfied by their moans. “This is really addicting…!”

He lifted his hand back up to their waist and lowered their pants down just above their knees. (Y/n) expected him to just take them off since their legs were left untied. But he simply left them where they were. Hanging just below their underwear, which made them feel more exposed than being without pants entirely.

(Y/n) watched to see what Peter would do next. And what he did was slip his hand in their underwear. He slid his finger up and they froze. “Ah..!” They found themselves speechless and breathless after that tiny moan.

“I was hoping you’d be wet.”

They whined and Peter started laughing. “Alright alright I am teasing you,” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) whined some more. Peter gently shushed them. He brushed his free hand through their hair and gave them little scratches on the top of their scalp. But his other hand continued rubbing their pussy.

He rubbed their lips and moved to their clithood. They twitched and squirmed from his fingers. He liked their responses and kept going. He circled and rubbed around their clit.

They squirmed and whined and wriggled and Peter licked his lips at their noises. (Y/n) heard him make a very faint and hungry sound. He started rubbing their clit mercilessly and they began whimpering more, much to his delight.

“You know I like you a lot.” said Peter quietly. Then he and (Y/n) heard a group of people walking by and loudly chatting outside their dorm. He was irritated by having to hear other people when he was busy pleasuring (Y/n), even for a little bit.

Meanwhile (Y/n) was trying so hard to hold their voice in. And they couldn’t, every time they moaned or yelped it always came out louder than they wanted and they found it embarrassing. But Peter didn’t tease them or poke fun of them for it. In fact it was clear to them that he found their whimpering voice attractive.

Their legs shook and their hips twitched against Peter. They began to relax more and ease their tense body. Their toes curled and it was then that (Y/n) remembered a sexual fantasy.

They never figured out how to visualize this on paper. But they used to fantasize about being fully clothed and Venom using his malleable tentacles to pleasure them with no sign of anyone/anything physically touching them. The Venom tentacles would go thin like a second skin and explore their body under their clothes.

This wasn’t quite that fantasy of (Y/n)’s. Venom wasn’t using any tentacles and it was Peter doing everything as far as they could tell. But it was similar in that he had left them almost fully clothed. All he did was lower their pants. He didn’t even take off their panties.

He was just rubbing around their pussy. But he was so good.

They twitched and wriggled some more and they grasped onto Peter’s arm just to hold onto something. They gasped loudly and trembled as he finally pushed them to climax.

They were out of breath from their orgasm and leaned back against him. Peter couldn’t help but stare at their bust as their chest heaved.

(Y/n) felt their hair sticking to their skin. They took deep breaths and Peter slowly fished his hand out. He sucked his fingers and made (Y/n) feel shy. They sank down and hid under their arms. He chuckled at them slipping in between his legs.

He took his belt back and (Y/n) changed out of their clothes with their back to Peter. They slowly stepped out of their panties. They were heavy with wetness. (Y/n) blushed, it was still hard to believe that they had just cum in a guy’s hand.

“It’s almost midnight. I better head out.” said Peter.

“You can stay the night if you want. City’s dangerous at night.” (Y/n) offered.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass this one time.” Peter said as he was putting on his web shooters. (Y/n) shook their head, they forgot already. Peter’s Spiderman, he fights criminals and beasts all the time, Venom is Venom, he’ll be fine.

He walked up to them coat zipped and shoes in hand. He tapped their waist and they turned to him. “I’ll sleep over some time though.” he promised.

He pecked their cheek and then their ear. Then finally their lips.

(Y/n) blinked twice. From the surprise goodbye kisses. He stepped onto their chair, then their desk, then stuck himself onto the wall. He opened their dorm window from upside down.

As he was about to leave he shot his web and it stuck to (Y/n)‘s panties. He swiped them from the floor and they gasped and covered their pelvis as if they hadn’t had a pair of bottoms on already.

Now Peter was there holding their used panties like a piece of fine silk. “I’ll be taking this back as a souvenir.”

“Peter!” (Y/n)’s face flushed.

“They’re for me now, (Y/n).” Then he was out, off into the night.

Chapter Text

(Y/n) was getting dressed and ready for the day. They had no classes today but reserved the whole day for studying for upcoming Midterms and working on illustrations.

They pulled a water bottle from a package under their bed and went out to the dining hall. They were spoiled by last night’s Chinatown meal so they found the food extra disappointing this morning.

But they had the fuel they needed for the day.

They headed back to their room and loaded their bag.

- Chemistry textbook
- Pencils/pens
- Eraser
- Highlighters
- Chemistry notebook
- Tablet
- Drawing stylus
- Water
- Class sketchbook

The sketchbook was a little too big to fit inside (Y/n)’s backpack, especially not with everything else inside. They just carried it underarm. They headed out to the campus library ready for the worst.

They grabbed a table in the back corner and set up their stuff. First they had to review chem lecture notes. They were a mess due to the fast pace of lecture classes. They reorganized it to their liking and got out their highlighters for the color coding.

They took their time drawing out the chemical bonds. They had to go back and forth between their notes and their textbook. Then they made one page for equations only.

Then they moved onto to their illustration work. Their assignment this time was to draw a still life with some standout lighting. (Y/n) decided to go with a drawing of their mason jar terrarium next to their plastic bottle terrarium while it was being hit by some rays of golden hour sunlight.

When they first started this illustration the page was crooked and therefore the whole picture now looked off. But it was too late to start over now.

They began working on the details of the plastic water bottle with all its ridges and old age crinkles with the shines from the sunlight. They used a digital photo of the image as reference.

Their hand started to get sore once they finished the top line. They took a stretch break and during which they checked their phone. They had gotten a message from Zoe.

‘Finished up for the day at the art building are you at the library?’

It was from five minutes ago. They responded saying they were still at the library.

‘I saved you a cinnabun!’ she said.

It wasn’t long before Zoe got there with her chem stuff. She joined (Y/n)’s table and spread out her things. Then she passed (Y/n) a wrapped cinnabun. To them it was a golden token, they tore it open and devoured it.

The two friends lined their textbooks up and Zoe got out her laptop. (Y/n) opened up their digital chemistry bond doodles and their downloaded PDF articles. They both had chem exams coming up and they were gonna suffer together.

Their resolve was to stay in the library for as long as possible. Either until they finally couldn’t read text anymore or their electronics died. When their hands got sore from writing they would switch notes. Their notes were both neat and well written but (Y/n)’s notes were just a little bit more colorful and Zoe’s had more shapes here and there and a lot more blue ink.

“Zoe, why did I major in chemistry again?” (Y/n) asked her.

“Because you said artists don’t survive in this world?”

“Ah that’s right…”

At some point (Y/n) started to see everything through a grid of hexagons. So they and Zoe rolled underneath the table and rested there with their eyes covered under their hoods.

(Y/n) made small talk, “So, how are things with Harry?”

“Oh good we have each other’s phone numbers and all. He follows my art account.” said Zoe.

“Cute.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t really told him I actually want us to date yet.”

“You can make out with him but can’t ask him on a date?”

“Yeah, I don’t have to think about making out. Planning a date is harder… I don’t even know if he wants me like that.”

“We both knew he was a nepotism baby.” (Y/n) told her.

“Yeah well, you’ll be the first to know if he shows any signs of poor little rich boy attitude.”

They both gave up studying for the night soon after and took their things back to their dorms. (Y/n) trudged back to their dorm and jammed their key in. They pushed the door open with their face, dropped their bags, charged their electronics, brushed their teeth, and crashed. They didn’t have the time to get something to eat. That would be tomorrow’s problem.

And tomorrow was not kind at all. The next morning (Y/n) was hurting from hunger. It was almost hard for them to walk. They had to do something they really didn’t want to do and that was spend money on outside campus food. After how much this college made the students pay for meals it felt like burning money.

They caught a bus with a few other ESU students also going off campus somewhere. They considered going to a coffee shop. But new NY coffee shops tended to be overpriced. So they got off and found a bodega.

They shopped for about a day’s worth of groceries. One of the things they bought was an apple which they ate immediately after purchasing. They drank their water soon after.

They returned to campus with their backpack full of two yogurts, an energy drink, a banana bunch, and five cereal cups.

They got back to their room and unloaded their things. They quickly opened a cereal bowl and poured some milk in. They had one of their yogurts and put everything else away. That was all they needed before they started studying again.

They went back to the library with their fresh new water bottle and their stuffed backpack. They went through chemical equations again. Then the good old Periodic table memorization next.

Then it hit 12:00 pm and they left the library to take a break in their dorm. When they returned they ate one of their new bananas. Then (Y/n) needed to do something different and plopped on their bed. They got on their phone and turned their brain off.

That is until Zoe texted them, ‘(Y/N) ARE YOU AND PETER PARKER DATING?????????’

“Oh shit…” They forgot to tell her with Midterms week business.

They sheepishly opened their messages. ‘Yeah. I completely forgot to tell you. Sorry…’

Zoe sent them a gif of a shocked face. ‘Bro, I didn’t even know you liked him.’

‘Well he asked me and I thought I’d give him a chance.’

‘I can’t believe I found out from Harry instead of you. Do you know what this means?’ she asked.

‘I might be mistaken for straight?’

‘No! You can double date Harry and I!’

“Oh boy…” (Y/n) chewed on their thumb.

…

On exam day (Y/n) and Zoe met just outside the chemistry classroom to chat before going in. They took some breath mints and turned their phones off.

“After this we can crash in my room.” Zoe promised.

“Sounds good.”

They both went in and sat far apart for the midterm. As did everyone else. (Y/n) did end up finishing the exam with nothing unanswered. They sighed and put the exam away for good on the professor’s desk with the relief of having finished it.

They got back to their seat and lay their face flat on the desk for a moment. The rest of the class got their midterms done one by one. Zoe and Peter finished ahead of (Y/n) and left the classroom.

When (Y/n) left the scene they found the rest of their friends already convened outside the lecture hall together.

“Great, we’re all here. My roommate’s out, let’s go back to my dorm.” said Zoe. Then she looked at Peter and (Y/n) together. Both were wearing their glasses and looked generally disheveled and tired. “You guys look cute together like that.”

(Y/n) and Peter looked to each other out of surprise. “They do.” Harry agreed.

They went back to Zoe’s room, which was surprisingly clean for Midterms week. They busted open two six-packs, one of Diet Pepsi and the other Strawberry Fanta. They each chose one and raised their cans for cheers.

“Here’s to finishing our chem Final.” Zoe said.

“Just one more Final to go!” (Y/n) added.

They clanged their soda cans together and chugged their drinks.

“How’s the portrait, (Y/n)?” Zoe asked them.

“Oh it’s great, just looking at it makes my drawing hand hurt. Yours?”

Zoe deflated, “Yeah I hate mine too, but it’s too late to turn back now. What about you boys?”

Harry leaned back on his hand. He was a double major in Chemistry and Physics and had to balance two Finals and then some. “My dad is real good with physics so this level of work isn’t too much but I cannot work this fast. Pretty sure my exam’s gonna be rough.”

Then they all looked to Peter. He rolled his eyes slightly. “I’m sure Midterms will be fine but,” he pulled down his sleeve and revealed a large, dark bruise on his forearm.

“Whoa! How’d that happen?” Harry asked him.

“I got into a fight, just some asshole on the subway.”

“You’ve been getting into a lot of brawls lately,” said Harry. “Must not be your year huh Pete?”

“Nope.” he shook his head and downed the last of his can.

“Hey now!” Zoe interjected. “You managed to bag this cutie!” She pinched (Y/n)‘s cheek. “You can’t argue that you got extremely lucky!”

(Y/n) got her to let go of their face.

“No, I guess I can’t.” Peter smirked.

They started filling the waste bin, clearing the six-packs. Then they started talk about plans for after Midterms week really ended. (Y/n) took Zoe’s chair, Zoe was fine standing, Harry took her bed, and Peter stood as well.

(Y/n) started the discussion. “When we get out of Midterms we have a few days before classes let out for the break. So what should we do then?”

“We could meet up at my place?” Harry offered.

“Is your dad gonna be alright with that?” asked Peter.

“Well, to be honest he’s the one who keeps asking to bring friends over.” he replied. “It definitely won’t be hard for me to bring it up to him.”

“What’s our Plan B then?” Zoe asked.

“If that doesn’t work out, we can just take up a dorm lounge and play games together?” (Y/n) suggested.

“That’s it?” Harry gave them a snarky attitude.

“Unlike you I’m fun.” (Y/n) said and everyone else laughed. Even Peter, and Harry playfully slapped his arm.

“Fine, take your lover’s side.” Harry joked.

“That’s not a bad Plan B though,” said Zoe. “We’ll go with that as our back up.”

(Y/n) clapped their hands together. “Alright then. We got our plans together now we just have to get through the week.”

Then the friends decided to let loose and bring up relationship talk. “So how close is Peter to your ideal partner?” asked Zoe.

“Pretty damn close..” (Y/n) confessed. Especially with the symbiote being able to fulfill their tentacle fantasy but no one else had to know that.

“Smaller guys with fluffy hair?” Zoe presumed.

“He’s still taller than me.” (Y/n) said. “What about Harry? Is he your ideal man?”

Zoe cupped his chin and beamed. “I’m not picky. But my ideal type was kinda himbo-ish. And you’re a literal Honor roll kid.”

“So as long as I’m not smarter than you I have a chance?” Harry said with a little snark.

“Yes.” Zoe leaned in and pecked him on the lips.

(Y/n) cleared their throat and looked to the wall. But Peter wanted to take advantage of this situation. “Well if we’re at mutual PDA level friendship,” Peter turned to (Y/n) and tapped on his lap. “C’mere.”

(Y/n) scoffed but reached their hand out. Peter took it and guided them to sit on his lap. He put his arms around their waist and they snuggled up together.

Peter took out his phone and opened his camera app. (Y/n) posed with him and he snapped a photo of them.

When Peter put his phone away he shamelessly asked, “So who’s the bottom?” to Harry and Zoe.

“Peter!” said (Y/n).

“So who is it?” he asked anyway.

Harry chuckled, “Peter you know I’m versatile.”

“So you both-?”

“Pretty much.” Zoe answered.

“What about you, Peter?” said Harry.

“You know I’m the top.” he said.

(Y/n) hid their face. “Oh my God!”

“Aw don’t be coy, we’re all friends here.” Zoe chirped at her friend.

But Peter took that comment the wrong way and wrapped his arms overtop (Y/n)‘s. “I’m not sharing!”

“Feisty!” Harry teased. He turned to kiss Zoe again. She reciprocated and wrapped her arms around him. He grabbed her waist and soon got her back to the floor so they could make out.

Peter yawned from boredom and (Y/n) blushed from ear to ear.

Peter and (Y/n) left Zoe’s dorm together to leave her and Harry alone. Peter took (Y/n) by the hand and hoisted them up onto his shoulder. They gasped lightly as their whole body weight seemed to be nothing to him.

Even though (Y/n) knew that Peter was stalking them they were still speechless to how Peter knew the quickest way to their dorm. “Uh Peter?”

“Yeah?”

Then they felt a cold slimey material slither up their waist. (Y/n) completely lost their train of thought. “Nevermind…” Their backpack was still jangling on their back making their steps sound clunky and appear inelegant. But Peter didn’t seem to mind. (Y/n) felt the symbiote inch up their back until it reached their bra hooks.

(Y/n) gripped Peter’s shirt. They couldn’t feel too much but they could feel the symbiote fiddling around with the strap. It was only a matter of time before he figured it out.

Peter made it to their dorm room and (Y/n) expected him to put them down. But instead he put his hand on the door knob and the symbiote inserted into the keyhole and Peter was able to enter.

Well that explained how he appeared in their room that day with Doreen.

He made sure to close the door behind him and dropped his and (Y/n)’s bags at the entrance. He set them down on their feet. “Sorry (Y/n), but can I stay the night?”

“Sure but,” they still felt the symbiote messing with their bra. “You could at least ask if you want to get laid.”

Peter took off his shoes and shirt. “Can we have sex?” he asked.

(Y/n) nodded. They undid their shoes and took off their shirt. They reached at their back to try to undo the bra for the symbiote. But Peter turned them around and had his hands covered in symbiote like gloves. “Watch me, Venom.”

(Y/n) shivered from Peter’s command.

He unhooked their bra and pulled them onto his lap. (Y/n) leaned back and Peter kissed them. In between making out they stripped down to underwear.

Peter paused to take off his binder. “(Y/n).”

“Yes?”

“I’m really tired from late night studying. I don’t have the energy to do everything in bed…” He stretched out his chest and shoulders now that he was out of his binder.

“That’s ok.. So do you want me to-?”

“No you don’t have to do anything. But,” The symbiote started spreading up his arms, then to his shoulders, down his chest. “Venom is gonna help give me the strength I need. I’ll still be here though, same safe gesture applies...” he said sleepily.

(Y/n) watched as Peter’s body seemed to grow in size. The black goo grew over his head and past his toes. Soon enough the Venom towered over (Y/n).

They felt their heart race and their cheeks flush being face to face with Venom again. He grinned and a rattling growl came from within. (Y/n) was unsure if this alien had things like vocal chords. It looked as if his voice came from his gut or chest instead of his throat.

“Humans are so soft and squishy...” he almost purred. They gasped as his hands, or at least what (Y/n) thought was his hands wrapped under their arms and up their neck gathering their hair up. The Venom didn’t pull on it like they feared but just held it up like ribbons. It seemed like he didn’t like how their hair covered their skin. At all. Because they saw Venom start salivating just seeing their neck and ears.

It sent chills up their spine because (Y/n) never considered themself to be sexually attractive. Or an innately sexual person despite indulging in NSFW work and having sexual fantasies involving S&M and kink. Before this year they never had a true sexual encounter, they never even kissed someone before. Now they were in such an unbelievable situation.

The Venom’s voice purred again and tentacle-like limbs grew in numbers. They curled around their ankles and wrists, then their knees. He slowly spread their legs and was impressed at how flexible they were.

But Venom started growing smaller thinner tentacles to rope around every one of their toes, to fill the curves in their ears, and fill their mouth so they wouldn’t get too loud.

“You’re sensitive here right?” asked Venom as tentacles criss-cross wrapped up their waist and to their breasts. One tentacle each rubbed around their nipples immediately arousing them and causing them to moan on the tentacles he kept in their mouth. The vibrations from their voice made him tremble inside and he went even more feral. Now determined to make them moan more.

The tentacles on their nipples wrapped around them more. They also looped around their breasts to support them and give Venom better leverage. They continued to massage them the way Peter had demonstrated. They were just moist and slick enough to rub (Y/n) with ease but not too much to make their skin feel sticky.

They moaned more. While gagged they were only loud enough for Venom to hear. “Your kind is so easy to please.” said Venom and (Y/n) heard more tentacles grow.

They yelped and felt the tentacles wrap around, up their thighs. The tentacles kept their legs spread and their sex exposed.

(Y/n) then saw the black substance cover their groin like underwear. At first they were confused but then they felt tendrils grow inside the makeshift panties making them yelp.

They felt them wrap around their labia and massage them and then felt something spiral around their clit snuggly and hug. Their hips twisted making Venom’s restraints stretch before he added more strength to them to keep them still.

(Y/n)’s eyes rolled back and they weren’t moaning anymore. They were straight up howling from how good they felt. But still sounded quiet enough to be moans under the gag. The pinpoint attention on their clit combined with the tentacles rubbing and licking their nipples made them squirm and lose any sense of embarrassment they had just a moment ago.

Their howls also had an effect on Venom too. The volume from their muffled screams going right into Venom’s flesh made him tremble more. He purred a little louder, the pleasure he got from the physical sensations of (Y/n)’s screams made him lust for their voice.

He kept going and soon (Y/n)’s hands gripped Venom’s restraints like their life depended on it. Their toes curled and their mind became melty. They orgasmed so involuntarily and suddenly that they didn’t realize what was happening and Venom didn’t seem to notice either and kept going.

He used his regular hands and lifted their body up. He brought them up off the bed while still continuing to pleasure (Y/n) with his tentacles.

But he brought them up to lick their neck. His long slithery tongue didn’t overpower the sensations on (Y/n)’s cunt or nipples. But he loved licking their bare skin. The smell of sex made their skin taste different to Venom. But he made sure not to bite or scrap them with his teeth.

Then while he was licking up their neck (Y/n) came again, this time shaking uncontrollably. Their eyes were rolled back and their skin glistened. They were too overstimulated and blissful to pay attention. The pleasure overwhelmed their senses and they passed out.

…

(Y/n) found themself in their bed fully nude with a half naked Peter against their side. He was out cold and snoring. Most definitely making up for the all nighters from vigilantism and Midterms.

(Y/n) wasn’t very much awake themself and was also going to catch up on their sleep. For Venom, the equivalent of sleep was dormancy. And he was dormant within Peter but, he had attached a black web to (Y/n)’s back that they couldn’t feel. Just in case they thought about leaving the twin bed.