Multi-Fandom One Shots

You Don't Know You're Beautiful | Peter Parker

Summary: you're insecure, Peter doesn't know what for
Warnings: gentle, body praise, L-bombs, handjob, fingering, body insecurities, sub-ish peter, begging, riding, creampie, aftercare

You tug at the bed sheets, trying to keep quiet as your fingers work across your clitoris. Your hips buck and you squeeze your eyes shut, almost there.

"Hey babe I got you some-" You hear your dorm room open and quickly sit up. Too late, your boyfriend stands in the doorway wide eyed holding a heating pad, chocolate, and advil.

You shriek and pull the covers over yourself. "Close the door before the entire building see's me!"

You can hear the door shut and the lock click, something you wish you had thought to do. You can feel Peter sit on the foot of your bed. "Can we talk?" He asks quietly.

"About what?" You groan from underneath the covers.

"Are you really on your period?"

You think a second before answering. No use in lying now. "No."

"Then why did you lie? I thought after last night-" His breath catches as he remembers your date.

The two of you had gotten so close. You were on the edge of orgasm, grinding against his thigh. Until he tried to take off your dress. Panicked, you pretended to be on your period and practically ran away.

"It's okay if you don't want to do anything with me, really. I'm still in love with you. But I don't like it when you lie to me." His voice trembles during the last sentence.

You swallow your guilt and sigh. "That's the problem, I do want you. More than you can imagine."

"Then how come you run away every time we get close to it? Am I doing something wrong?"

"No, trust me. You're very talented." You shutter at the memories of his hands on you. His lips on your neck. "It's not you, it's me. And not in a cheesy romantic movie way! I know you said you think I'm beautiful but I just don't see myself the same way. I'm scared you'll leave me once you see my body."

The room is dead silent as he mulls over your words.

He laughs, so loudly it echoes around you. "Sorry! Sorry! I don't mean to dismiss your feelings." He can barely breathe through his hysterics. "Look, sometimes I don't like my body either. Everyone has insecurities." He takes a deep breath, trying to quell his laughter. "Even you apparently. Although you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Gorgeous, intelligent, funny, you're the full package."

You take your chances and peek one eye out from under the covers. His face is covered in tears from laughing so hard. "What are you insecure about?"

Peter blushes, hanging his head. "Sometimes I think I'm too short. Maybe I could be stronger, or just look stronger. I wish I was smarter. And-"

You sit up, still holding the blanket to cover your nude body. "But, you're perfect."

Peter sighs. "See? We're all our own biggest haters." He smiles shyly, his voice quieting as he chooses his next words. "I hope one day you can see yourself how I see you. But just so you know, I love you no matter what. I don't care if you want to wait a year, or until marriage, or never at all. I'm not leaving you. Even if you have a teeth vagina."

"God I hate that movie." You both laugh. "I'm sorry I lied."

"S'alright." He pats down your hair, messy from being under the covers. "I still love you."

"I love you too." You whisper, leaning in for a kiss.

You lips connect with his and you relish the softness of him. How he tastes of strawberries and coffee. He pulls away suddenly, bruising your ego.