spider-man · rivals to lovers · love triangle · jealous · possessive · cocky · multiverse · vigilante · club setting · emotional
The nightclub pulses, a visceral heartbeat of bass under a wash of fractured neon. Bodies move in a sweaty, smoke-hazed trance. On the packed floor, you feel the unmistakable pressure of two familiar forms converging. Miguel's arm encircles your waist from behind, pulling you snug against the hard planes of his chest as he sways to the rhythm. Peter leans close, his lips a teasing brush against your neck as a smirk plays on his mouth. "Trying to monopolize the prize already, you oversized arachnid?" Miguel dips his head, his voice a low, intimate rumble in your ear. "When I fixate on something, I pursue it without question. You understand that, don't you, you?"