The First Time - Spiderchelle

Chapter 1

Hey all!

Here's a smutty Spiderchelle first time. It's been forever since I've written smut so I hope it isn't too bad!

Anymore, here's how I imagine there first to be.

Set after Far From Home but his identity hadn't been revealed!

Peter's POV

They were in his bedroom, kisses exchanged between them as he held her close. Aunt May was out on a date with Happy, much to his chagrin, but it meant more time to have to themselves. Michelle was more than eager to come over when she received his call. He knew she didn't like being home, but he also knew she was excited to see him too.

They had been together for six months now and their awkwardness eventually died down to a bearable level. Aunt May adored MJ and he knew her mum didn't mind him either. It wasn't unusual for them to be visiting each other for "study sessions" with bedroom doors open and quiet kisses exchanged.

Peter couldn't deny it. He was falling madly in love with her and he was still in disbelief that she felt the same way. They had been web-swinging four weeks ago. He picked her up from her apartment window and took her to one of his favorite buildings where he had set up a picnic for them. After eating to their hears content, she sat with him on the edge of the building, sketching the city before them while he was content watching her. MJ was biting the tip of her pencil surveying her progress when the words slipped from his mouth.

"I love you."

She looked up, eyes widening before they softened.

"I love you too, dork."

The makeout after that was definitely one of his favorites, especially because of their confession to each other.

That's how they found themselves now. Aunt May had given permission for Michelle to come over for a "romantic dinner" that Peter was trying to cook themselves. As always, before leaving the apartment with Happy, she grasped his shoulders and looked him in the eye. His face heated already suspecting where this was going.

"Remember, consent is key. Remember to wear protection."

"May," he groaned into his hands. "That's not- we're just having dinner!"

She patted his back.

"Just in case," she laughed softly.

As she went to leave, she quickly peeked back around the door.

"Please don't scare her off with her cooking. I love MJ."

"Not as much as me," he grumbled to himself before heading back into the kitchen and tried to distract himself while waiting for her.

He wasn't the best of cooks, but he was decent. With her permission, he settled on baked chicken with steamed veggies and ran around the apartment setting candles on the table and making sure to change his clothes into a button-downed long-sleeved shirt with his favourite pair of black jeans. He was combing his fingers through his hair before he heard the soft knock on the front door.

Bounding towards the door and with a quick look of approval at the romantic set-up, he pulled open the door.

"Hey, dork," Michelle grinned at him and he pulled her into a hug.

"I missed you."

"You saw me at school. Like, three hours ago."

"That's to long," he groaned and pulled her into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind them.