Peter Parker One-Shots & Drabbles

Imagine having a make-out session with Peter Parker

You and Peter were supposed to be studying for your upcoming midterms. Keywords being supposed to. Instead, you were spinning around in his swivel chair in his bedroom while trying to balance a pencil on your nose. Once the pencil fell off your face, you decided to keep spinning around until you got bored or too dizzy to see what was in front of you.

"You're starting to make me dizzy, (Name)." Peter sighed, raking a hand through his hair.

"I need something else to do." You said as you continued to spin in the chair.

"We're supposed to be studying." Peter reminded.

"And you've been re-reading the same page for the last ten minutes. So, I think it's safe to say we're both in need of a study break."

"I guess I can't argue with that."

"Good, because I could totally use a snack break."

You stopped spinning in the chair with your feet before you stood upright. You realized after a few seconds what a bad idea that was as you began to sway side to side like a drunk uncle at a holiday party.

"H-Hey, Hey! Watch it!" Peter called out.

You closed your eyes as your body failed to stay upright, expecting your body to meet with the carpet floor. Instead, you felt a gentle yet firm body catch you and hold you steady. You blinked a couple of times to allow your vision to focus on Peter as he looked down at you with concern in his warm brown eyes.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, thanks. Um...you can let me go now." You reassured with a sheepish smile.

"Or...not," Peter said, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"Or not?" You raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "Where are you going with this?"

As if to answer your question, Peter slowly laid your body on the carpet floor before he hovered over you. His hands laid beside your head and his legs sat between your own before he leaned down and captured your lips with his in a soft kiss. Your eyes slowly fluttered closed and you wrapped your arms around Peter's neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. Peter slowly broke the kiss before he began to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. His tongue would occasionally poke out and brush against the sensitive spots on your neck.

"Peter..." You whimpered, your body shuddering with pleasure.

Before Peter could start working his way down your collarbone, his Aunt May had suddenly barged in holding a tray of snacks.

"Hey, you two, I brought some—OH!" May cried out in surprise.

"A-Aunt May!" Peter suddenly sat upright and stood up with his hands up, completely red in the face. You on the other hand hid your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look his Aunt May in the eye.

"W-We...we were just about to take a snack break." Peter stammered.

"Uh-huh..." May placed the tray of snacks on Peter's dresser. "If you're going to take that kind of break, just... please make sure you use protection."

"Aunt May! Please!" Peter pleaded, his face growing hotter by the second.

"Sorry, sorry. Just please be safe, okay?" May smiled sheepishly.

May quickly placed the tray of snacks on Peter's dresser before she closed the door behind her.

Peter sighed in relief and turned to look at you. Instead of finding you on the carpet floor, you had gotten up and began to help yourself to the snacks May left you and Peter.

"Seriously?" Peter asked, throwing up his hands in exasperation.

"What, do you think I'm gonna say no to an actual snack break?" You took a bite of a chocolate chip cookie.