"Hey, Peter. Do you think you could come over after school and take a look at my laptop?" You asked, leaning up against the school lockers. "It's been randomly shutting down on me and I can't figure out why."
"I would, but I have an English paper to write. It's due in a week and I've only written like ten words." Peter smiled apologetically.
"What if I help you with your English paper?" You offered. "Then you could help me figure out what's wrong with my computer and fix it."
"I dunno..."
You bit your lip, watching Peter anxiously rock back and forth on the balls of his feet. This called for drastic measures.
"S'il te plaît?" you begged, batting your eyelashes.
You smiled mischievously as Peter froze up upon hearing you speak your native tongue. You knew when you spoke French, it was hard for Peter to say no to you, let alone not get tongue-tied. You speaking French was his Achilles heel.
Just one more push... You leaned your mouth towards his ear and whispered, "Mon amour, veux-tu faire ça pour moi?"
Peter shuddered as you whispered in his ear, sending pleasant chills up and down his spine. He had no idea what you just said, but whatever it was, he likes how it sounded. The very sound of your voice, accent, and words were enough to make his knees start to buckle. Peter suddenly jumped back once he remembered where he was.
"O-Okay, okay!" Peter said, exhaling a breath he didn't know he had been holding. "I'll take a look at your computer. Man, you seriously don't fight fair."
"I didn't see you complaining a few seconds ago," you said with a smirk. "Allons-y."
Translations:
S'il te plaît? - Please
Mon amour, veux-tu faire ça pour moi - My love, will you do this for me?
Allons-y - Let's go
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Peter Parker One-Shots & Drabbles
RomanceA compilation of drabbles and one-shots featuring Peter Parker/Reader.