"Give me one chance"

"Let me prove myself.."

Parker couldn't believe the fact that he had just texted you saying that he didn't want to be alone, that he couldn't stop his mind from wandering into ver inappropriate thoughts about you.

He truly hadn't expected any response, he actually expected nothing maybe even a simple block. But to his surprise not 5 minutes after sending the message his phone buzzed, it was you, you had replied to his message.

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Y/n: Peter. Peter, I have a boyfriend.

Peter: I know. But please give me a chance. One chance to prove myself.

Y/n: Peter..

Peter: to prove I can learn for you, and be good for you.

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Any rational person wouldn't beg someone who was in a relationship for a chance to "prove" themselves. Was there even much to prove, he was a pathetic excuse for a man, and he had had a crush on the same girl for 8 years, and not once did he make an effort to try and tell her.

But before he could think of a more reasonable response to continue this already awkward conversation he had sent a video of himself.

In the video he was sat In front of his full length stand up mirror touching himself, letting out slutty moans, even moaning your name a few times.

And before he could stop himself he had sent the video. As soon as it had been sent it had also been opened by you. And then his phone started buzzing

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Y/n: peter..

Peter: yes.

Y/n: you get one chance. My door is unlocked.

Peter: yes ma'am!

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Parker saw his chance and jumped, he haphazardly threw on his dark gray hoodie, grabbing his apartment keys before walking out of his apartment and out of the building. You didn't live that far away, just a ten minute walk, but to Peter, a 7 minute run.

Peter ran to your place, his mind running through a million different ways this could go. Once he arrived at your place he knocked on your door waiting patiently, or as patient as he could be in the situation he dreamed about.
Once you opened the door his eyes darted to yours, any rational thought he had had completely slipped from his mind.

You looked at the guy standing in your doorway, boy did he look pathetic.
He had run there so he was out of breath, and sweat dampened his fringe, making it kling to his forehead.
"I- I'm here.." Peter finally managed to get out.
Your eyes lit up at the slight whine in his voice.

"Please let me prove myself, please y/n" the boy whined, as he messed with the zipper on his hoodie.
The corners of your mouth perked as you pulled him into the house.

Parker's eyes widened when you had grabbed his wrist and dragged him inside.
This whole situation was new for the poor guy, he had never actually done anything physical, or atleast that's what he hoped was going to happen.
You shut the door behind him, turning around you slowly stepped closer to him.

His hands shook with excitement and nervousness as you stepped closer, but just out of reach.
You studied him, his posture, the way he swayed back in forth like he was going to pass out at the thought of you letting him just breath the same air as you.
But as your eyes made their way down, you saw something very unmistakable.

Parker had worn gray sweat pants, the most unforgivable peace of clothing that a man could wear.
And in this moment, it was definitely no in Peter's favor. But he didn't seem to care, or he was to far gone to care.
You stared with an expression that he couldn't make out.