Study Session (Peter Parker/Lila Barton Commission)

Peter Parker didn’t know how to feel. A month ago, he made the most difficult decision of his entire life. Following the death of his aunt, a situation his own mistakes indirectly caused, he chose to cut himself off from everyone who knew him. He was Spider-Man first now, and Peter Parker second.

But no matter how much time he spent in costume stopping crime, it would never be his whole life. He made enough money selling photographs to cover rent on his run down apartment, and he attended classes at NYU in his free time, pursuing a degree that would set him up for the future.

It was pretty hard to stay awake in lectures, though, when you spent the whole night foiling bank robberies and catching stolen cars.

Peter’s head kept drooping even though he propped it on his hand. He’d already set down his pencil halfway through taking notes, even though the professor was still talking. Peter’s chin slipped off his palm.

He caught himself right before his face could hit the desk. His hands snapped out to grab the desk, keeping him from earning a big welt between the eyes. He almost snapped the desk in half before catching himself and modulating his strength. Unfortunately, even with his reflexes he couldn’t do anything about the pencil he sent skidding off his table.

Peter watched it skip and bounce across the floor, wedging itself under the bag of the girl next to him.

Peter was about to give up on the pencil when somebody snorted.

It was the girl his pencil rolled toward. She was watching him, and it seemed like she had been for a little while. Smirking, she bent down, plucking the pencil off of the floor. She held it out to Peter.

He smiled gratefully and took it back… but she didn’t let go.

“I’ll trade you,” she whispered. “The pencil for your name.”

Peter didn’t really know what to do with that. He’d sat next to this girl for the whole term so far, but he avoided talking to classmates on purpose. It was just… risky. But if she had his pencil hostage, he could make an allowance.

“Peter Parker,” he whispered back.

She smiled, letting go of his pencil.

“I’m Lilah,” she said.

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“You’re a lifesaver!” Lila’s voice said from Peter’s cellphone. It sat on Peter’s bedside table set to speaker phone. Peter sat near it, a smile on his face and a textbook open across his legs.

“I don’t know, you would’ve gotten the answer fine,” he said.

“Maybe after hours!” Lila said. “I feel like you’re too good for this school. Classes seem so easy for you.”

“They don’t feel easy!” Peter said.

Mainly because he was always bone tired by the time he got to class. The truth was, compared to MIT, the curriculum at NYU wasn’t too challenging. But he definitely wouldn’t be able to explain to Lila how he ended up going here instead of his dream school.

“You’re just being modest,” Lila said. “I bet you could do this stuff in your sleep.”

“I can’t,” Peter said. “I tried that last lecture. Didn’t work at all.”

Lila laughed. “True!”

It had been a week since Peter’s pencil slid under her desk, and Peter caught himself smiling at the most random times ever since. Using that single pencil, Lila used a combination of sweet talking and blackmail to worm her way into his life. These days, they studied together by phone for hours every evening. As soon as they hung up, Peter would pull on his suit and swing into action. He definitely wasn’t getting enough sleep, but he couldn’t bring himself to cut a single one of their calls short.

“Listen…”

Peter froze on the bed. Something was different about Lila’s voice. She was usually confident—confident enough to blackmail his name out of him on their first meeting—but now she sounded nervous.

“I like talking to you,” Lila said. “I like you in general. It’s… kind of bad!” Lila laughed nervously. “Like I keep thinking about you, and I was just wondering… Couldn’t we meet in person next time? Maybe get dinner?”

Peter wasn’t moving. His smile faded. Which hurt, because his heart was beating like crazy.

“Peter?” Lila said. “Are you still there?”

“Sorry, Lila,” Peter said. “I really can’t.”

He smashed his hand onto his phone, hanging up the call before he could hear her disappointed voice. Peter took a deep breath. 

It was better this way. That’s why he chose to live like this. He just didn't realize he would have to KEEP choosing this path, one away from everyone else. Peter stood up, pulling down his suit where it hung from the door. 

It was time to be Spider-Man again. Being Peter just… hurt a little too much right now.

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For once, Peter was taking perfect notes. He wouldn’t look anywhere but the paper on his table. But he could feel Lila next to him, her eyes on the side of his head.

They just happened to have class the day after he turned her down. It was so awkward. Peter managed to go the whole period without talking to her. He knew this would hurt, but he could see that he made a mistake now. He allowed her to get too close, that’s why this was painful. He had to become distant again; that weird kid who showed up to class half asleep and never talked.

The bell rang.

“Peter—” 

He was gone before Lila could get a second word out. 

Peter stuffed his books back in his bag as he jogged out of the building. He looked over his shoulder once, but didn’t see Lila behind him. She wasn’t following him. That was good… even if it made him a little sad.

He slapped his cheeks.

“Get ahold of yourself, Parker,” he muttered. “You’re the one who chose this.”

He exited the building onto a crowded sidewalk. There were bodies all over the place. Peter moved between them easily enough, having grown up in environments like this, but a ringing sensation suddenly struck his head.

Illogically, his first thought was that Lila caught up, but that was impossible unless she was way angrier than he realized, because his Spider Sense only reacted to threats. Peter stopped moving, straining his senses. Down the street, a woman screamed.

“My purse!” she shrieked. “Give it back! Somebody go after him!”

On a normal day, Peter would’ve taken things slow. Today, though, he was in a hurry. He was desperate to get the mask back on, so he could stop thinking about Lila. He ducked behind a bush outside the building, his hands blurring as they pulled off his clothes to reveal a spider suit underneath. His Spider Sense had gone quiet, meaning there were no threats around. He pulled on his mask, leaving his bag behind in the bush and swinging away. 

The pickpocket was doomed as he ran down the street. Spider-Man was swinging overhead, and he was soon caught, webbed to a wall while the stolen purse was returned.

But Peter never saw a face in the window of the building he’d come out of. On the second floor, a girl had her hands and nose pressed to the window. Lila’s mouth hung open.

Sometimes, a Spider Sense was only good for so much. If someone had no bad intentions, even if you didn’t want them to know something it would leave you hanging.

Lila slipped away from the window. She paused in the hallway, a determined look on her face. All the hurt and ache she’d been feeling since the day before disappeared, replaced by certainty. She knew what she had to do.

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Peter was breathing hard as he scaled the wall of his apartment building hours later. Stopping the purse snatcher had led into foiling a mugging, which led to ending a high speed car chase. The criminal had accidentally swerved off an overpass in his panic, and Peter was left to stop the car’s fall. Which he managed, but his suit got torn in the process by passing branches. Peter already knew it was going to take ages to sew up the gashes.

Even worse, his suit had become “tight” between the legs. Something about the thrill of being Spider-Man gave Peter extra energy, and that inevitably bled into horniness. He didn’t know why it happened. Maybe it was a side effect of his powers. He just knew that it always happened this way.

Peter looked around, and seeing that no one was watching, slipped into his apartment through the window. He sighed deeply on the other side, slumping forward where he stood. He’d pry off his suit, masturbate to relieve the tension he was feeling, and get to bed earlier. He’d have to wake up early in the morning to mend his suit, but he just didn’t have the energy right now.

Peter pulled his phone out of his bag. He swiped past blurry staged photos, wondering if he could sell any for decent money. When he reached the last image, Peter hesitated. He swiped down to see his notifications.

No missed calls. He sighed, feeling conflicted.

“Of course she wouldn’t call you,” he muttered. “And it’s not like you would’ve picked up if she did.”

There was a knock at the door.

Peter jumped. He tossed his phone onto the bed and hid his mask underneath a textbook. Peter didn’t have time to change out of his clothes. It was probably another neighbor here to complain about him making too much noise in the middle of the night. Peter promised them he wasn’t doing anything strange, but sometimes climbing in through the window just before dawn was loud enough to wake someone up.

It wasn’t that late yet on this night. It was around 10 P.M. So maybe this was about something else? Intending to apologize and send them away, Peter positioned his body behind the door to hide his suit and poked his head into view.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I woke you— Lila!?”

His classmate was wearing the same black shirt and jeans she wore when they were in class. She’d stashed her bag back at her dorm, however, and even done her makeup. Peter almost shut the door out of sheer surprise.

“How’d you know where I live?” he asked. 

“You talked about the tuna and anchovy sandwich from the deli next door,” she said. “I just traced that business to find the building, then asked neighbors about a boy my age living here. It was simple. My Dad taught me all kinds of tricks for things like this.”

“Is that normal?” Peter asked.

“No,” Lila said. “But I’m glad he did. We need to talk, Peter.”

Peter flinched.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he said. “You’re nice. Super nice! But I just can’t… I don’t think I can give you what you want—”

Lila planted her hand on the door. She leaned forward after looking both ways down the hallway.

“I know who you are,” she whispered.

Peter’s jaw went slack.

“I saw you change,” Lila said urgently. “I understand now. I get it.”

“You can’t.” Peter’s voice sounded dead. “Please, forget about it. Forget about me. I’ve known people who thought they could handle it, but it’s just too risky. There’s no way you could—”

Peter was already starting to close the door as he spoke. Seeing she was about to be shut out, Lila screamed, “Barton!”

Peter froze. “What?” he asked.

Lila took a deep breath.

“Barton. That’s my name,” she said. “I’m Lila Barton. I think you know my dad. He’s the one running around with a bow while alien armies invade and gods toss around lightning bolts.”

“Hawkeye? Your dad is Hawkeye?” Peter said.

“I lived my whole life up to now in hiding,” Lila said passionately. “My mom gave up the rest of her life to be with dad. She loves him. That’s how I know it can work. Peter, you can’t do everything alone. And if there’s anybody who could handle it… It’s me!”

Peter could think of a hundred different excuses he could’ve used. There were still so many risks. He was allowing someone to get close again, just like he’d convinced himself he never would.

But the truth was obvious. He wanted Lila desperately. He wanted their phone calls, he wanted to study together… and he wanted even more. His boner was still throbbing, only getting worse now that the cute brunette he had a crush on was right in front of him. Now, Lila had given him an excuse to ignore all his worries, and that was all he needed. 

Lila kissed him. Peter pulled her inside, the door closing behind them. 

Peter pinned her to the wall. Her hands groped his chest, running along the slashes in his suit to touch the exposed skin. Neither of them were the best kissers skill wise, but they had a week of sexual tension acting as motivation. Their tongues wound together messily, connecting outside of their mouths more often than inside.

The instant they broke for air, Lila pulled her shirt off. She had her bra off a second later.

“Lila…” Peter said.

“Come on,” she complained, smiling. “I know you want this too.”

She reached out, grabbing the straining spandex around Peter’s crotch. He groaned as he felt her fingers through his sheer suit. Peter kissed her again, this time feeling her nipples poking his chest. Lila’s breasts were fairly small, but still bigger than MJs. 

Peter pulled her into the middle of the room, kissing her the entire time. When they got close to his bed, Lila stopped walking. When Peter stopped too, she sank onto her knees.

The sight of his topless crush smiling eagerly up at him was too much for Peter to handle. He showed her how to pull the suit off, helping her where needed, until he stood naked in front of her.

Lila stared at his dick as it hovered in her face. She turned her head, looking at it from different angles. Her tongue darted out, giving Peter a couple experimental licks. His taste made her groan.

She smiled nervously at Peter.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said. “I mean, I practiced with toys a few times, but this is different. If my teeth touch you, it’ll hurt!”

“You’ll do fine,” Peter assured her. “I don’t mind!”

But Lila shook her head.

“I don’t know how to use my mouth for something like this, but I’m pretty tough,” she said. “So… do what you want!”

She opened her mouth, unhinging her jaw, and waited. She kept her hands on her knees, presenting her mouth like the hole it was.

Peter wanted to ask a second time if she was sure, but to be honest, he was way too worked up. He’d already been almost unbearably horny, and then all of this happened so fast. He just needed relief.

Peter put his hands over Lila’s ears like headphones, holding her still. He leaned his hips forward, pushing his tip between her lips. Peter moved his hips forward, sliding his dick right down Lila’s throat. 

She gagged, but good to her word she didn’t otherwise move. The only thing she did was unbutton her jeans, loosening them. As Peter began thrusting in and out of her mouth, spit began to rain down on her exposed chest, but Lila kept her eyes shut. She slid her fingers underneath her panties, touching herself while Peter’s dick pounded her throat.

With him controlling the tempo completely, Peter almost felt like he was jerking off. It was like one of those pocket pussies he’d seen ads for, except Lila was wet and warm in a way rubber could never fully emulate. Peter could see thick strands of spit starting to hang down off her chin. Her fingers were moving faster.

Peter’s fingers spread out, sliding into Lila’s hair. She had it pulled back in a ponytail, which was good for keeping it from getting in the way. Peter moaned loudly. He’d never been one to stay quiet, be it in bed or in a fight. Just ask his villains.

He didn’t have any quips on hand this time though, just pleasured groans. He could feel the tension between his legs melting away. Well, rather than melting away, it was more like it was bubbling up through the length of his dick, soon to be expelled.

Peter moved his hips tight to Lila’s face, disgorging a flood of semen into her mouth. Peter pulled away immediately, allowing her time to breathe. Rather than taking in air, however, Lila first bent forward, coughing up cum. Despite sending sticky white liquid splattering onto the floor, her hands never left her crotch. Lila swallowed what she could, followed by a deep moan.

She looked up at Peter with impassioned eyes.

“I’m ready!” she said urgently. 

She finally brought her hands away from her pussy as Peter pulled her to her feet. He tossed her onto the bed, where she pulled off her jeans and panties. Peter stared at her pussy, shaven for the occasion, and fought the urge to pounce on her that very instant and discover what was behind the puffy exterior of skin.

“Here!” Lila said. 

She pulled a condom packet out of the back pocket of her jeans before she tossed them away. Peter pulled one from the wrapper, opening it urgently. They were larges, but he still had to strain them to fit them over his cock.

“God,” Lila said, staring at Peter’s penis when he had it on. “That was all inside of me?”

“You and your big mouth,” Peter quipped.

Lila looked torn between laughing and scolding him for ruining the moment. It was a look Peter was familiar with.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was coming off a months-long dry spell, and his body was demanding its fun. Lila giggled and laughed as he pounced on her, rolling her into position. 

He moved her onto her knees, bending her over. Rather than go on his knees behind her, Peter crouched there. This gave him tons of space to use his super strength to its full effect.

He didn’t go as hard as he could, of course. That would break Lila’s bones. But Peter pushed her as hard as he could get away with, and it felt amazing. Lila was tight as hell, and wetter than the Hudson to boot. She had clearly experimented with toys in the past, but none as big as Peter. Each time he thrusted, he felt his tip collide with her womb.

“Peter!” Lila moaned. “You’re so big!”

“It feels that way because you’re so tight!” he said.

“I love it!” Lila said. “Don’t stop!”

Peter didn’t think he could’ve if he wanted to. Now that he’d come this far, he lost himself in a lustful haze.

Peter risked going a little bit faster. One of his web shooters was still on his wrist, not having been removed with his clothes, and he used it to stick Lila’s hands to his bed. He then grabbed her ass, holding her in position for a pounding of superhuman proportions.

Peter was definitely going to have his neighbors knocking on his door to file a noise complaint… Once they got done jerking themselves off to the noises Lila was making. There was no way someone could resist them, they were just that sexy. Peter’s decision making was only getting worse. He was insanely thankful Lila brought condoms, because he didn’t trust himself to pull out.

Growling, Peter let loose a second orgasm, knowing for sure that he was miles from being done. Just as he thought about what position to do Lila in next, he heard her scream, “It’s so warm!”

Peter froze. Warm? That wasn’t right.

Slowly, he pulled out of her…

The pink condom he pulled on was nothing more than a rubber wreck. His dick had pierced right through the top. Which meant that thick, creamy load had been spread all throughout Lila’s insides. 

“I’m so sorry!” Peter said.

Lila, who was looking back with her eyes half shut, just giggled.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “The damage is already done. We might as well enjoy ourselves now.”

Despite his worries, Peter couldn’t help but grin. Growling, he descended on Lila as she laughed.

What followed was a haze even to them. Peter fucked her from behind, he fucked her on her side, he fucked her in a mating press… everything you can think of. Their lovemaking wasn’t even limited to the floor. At one point, Lila was webbed up in the corner like an unlucky fly as Peter crouched under her, fucking her snatch. At another point, they were stuck to the ceiling, Lila riding him while Peter kept her suspended by the hips.

They kept going, and going, and going. Peter dumped all his pent up lust on this girl, and Lila could feel herself breaking in the best way possible. All night he filled her up over and over, while the excess juices leaked all over the room. Cum stained the bed, mixed into the carpet, and even painted the door. The next morning, when Peter’s alarm went off, he had Lila laying on his dining room table, cum surrounding her as he was still thrusting into her. She was barely conscious, but hadn’t stopped smiling in hours.

They didn’t make it to class that day.

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After that, Lila was always waiting for him after Peter got home from making his rounds. At some point, she stopped leaving, too. She moved in, sharing his apartment and making it feel like a home. Peter couldn’t have been happier.

Of course, he should’ve expected his bad luck to rear its head.

One Saturday morning, he found Lila sitting up in bed with a serious look on her face.

“Peter,” she said. “We have to talk…”

Right away, Peter knew what it was. They were happy, which meant this could only be one thing. Sure enough, she produced a positive pregnancy test.

She looked scared. She was worried he’d run away. He thought she was right to worry, because he’d already run once. But those days were behind him. Peter hugged her, and he felt her relax in his arms.

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door.

“The neighbors must’ve heard us,” Peter said. “I’ll go apologize.”

He got dressed, went to the door, and opened it to find an arrow in his face.

“Whoah!” Peter held his hands up, jumping back.

“Dad?” Lila scrambled out of bed. “And Mom? What are you two doing here!?”

Both her parents were standing in the doorway. Clint Barton had a bow drawn and aimed at Peter.

“What do you think we’re doing here?” he said. “You’re pregnant.”

“I haven’t even told you yet!” Lila said.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “Spy, remember?”

“When were you going to tell us?” said Laura Barton. “We didn’t even know you had a boyfriend!”

“Soon!” Lila said. “I was going to tell you soon. So just put down the bow…”

Instead, Hawkeye shot the arrow.

He wasn’t aiming at Peter. It was a warning shot at the wall. But Peter couldn’t afford to pay apartment damages, so he jumped sideways and caught it out of the air.

Suddenly, all the Bartons were looking at him. When Peter jumped over, his clothes had shifted, revealing part of a Spider-Man suit.

Laura Barton turned to her daughter again.

“And when were you going to tell us THAT?” she asked.

“Maybe… at some point?” Lila said.

“You’re Spider-man, huh?” Clint shared a look with his wife before turning to Peter.

“That’s right, sir,” Peter said nervously.

“Humph,” said Clint. “I know exactly what to do with you…”

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Peter sat on the couch—a new couch twice as comfortable as anything in his old apartment—and wrapped his arm around Lila’s shoulders. They stared out at a thirtieth story view of the city below.

“I really didn’t think this was what he meant that day…” Peter admitted.

“Dad’s actually a softy,” Lila said. “That’s why he acts so scary. To hide it.”

The Bartons had kicked down the young couple, upgrading them to a penthouse that was commutable to school. Clint said they couldn’t raise a kid in a shitty apartment; he wouldn’t allow it. It was the meanest way Peter had ever heard someone say something so nice.

“What do you think about Avery as a name?” Lila asked out of the blue, rubbing her stomach.

“Don't you think it’s a little pretentious?” Peter asked. “Besides, we don't know if it’ll be a boy.”

“Avery could be a girl’s name!” she said.

“I guess,” said Peter.

“Well, what were you thinking about?” Lila challenged.

Peter looked out at the view, reminiscing on how far he’d come so quickly.

“I had two in mind,” he said. “I was really thinking either May, or Ben…”