Hot Dude Smuts

Peter Parker

Movie: Spider-Man (Tom Holland)

I was in chemistry class, and I noticed that my friend Peter kept glancing at a drawer in the side of his desk. I had wondered why we even had those; they were perfect for hiding stuff. Who knew; maybe he had some weed in there I could borrow.

"PETER!" I whisper yelled. He looked around, trying to find out who called out to him. His eyes landed on me.

"What's in your drawer?" I asked him. He turned red and shook his head.

"Miss Y/N, care to tell us what you and Peter are talking about?" My teacher asked.

"Not really, m'am." I responded. 

"If I catch you talking again you will be working in the office." She said, looking at me through the top of her glasses.

"Yeah, yeah." I said quietly. 

"What was that?" She asked, cocking her head. I looked back at Peter. He just shrugged his shoulders. 

"Nothing, jeez." I said. 

"Office, now, please." She said, standing up and pointing towards the door. Peter looked at me and shook his head violently. I stood up to go with the teacher. That's when Peter stepped in.

"Um, Miss, she d-didn't do anything." He said, standing up as well. His voice was shaking.

"Sit down, Parker. If you get up you will lose your stark internship." She said, and Peter sat down silently. He looked as if he was about to cry. I didn't know what the big deal was, it was just the principal's office.

As I followed my teacher to the office, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Why did Peter seem so distressed? Must be the hormones.

"Um, Miss, the office is that way." I said, pointing in the opposite direction that we were headed. She didn't seem to hear me. I tried to wrench out of her grip, but she would not let go. I began to panic. I started kicking out of her grasp as she opened the door to the parking lot.

She shoved me into the back of her car, and gagged me. I had tears pouring down my face at this point. I should have listened to Peter, he seemed really scared. What had the teacher said? Something about the stark internship. What does that have to do with her?

When the car finally stopped, my teacher yanked me out of the vehicle by my hair. I sobbed in pain as I crumbled on the floor. I sat up slowly, and I heard her speak.

"I have retrieved her, sir. Finally." She said to someone.

"Perfect. Well done, you may leave now." Said a deeper voice. I heard a car door slam, and an engine, and finally the car driving away. I felt a sharp pain in my side. The man had kicked me.

"Get up." He growled. When I slowly got up, he yelled "GET UP!"

I really wanted Peter. He must've known, somehow, that I was in danger.

The man tied me to a chair, and ripped the duct tape off of my mouth.

"Where is Spider-Man?" He asked me forcefully. I shook my head. I had no clue what the hell he was talking about.

"I-I don't k-know. I don't even k-know who Spider-Man i-i-is." I said sobbing. He pulled a pocket knife out of his jeans.

"Well. I guess we're doing this the hard way, then." He said, holding the blade to my cheek. He pulled it along and I started screaming. Blood was dripping down my cheek and onto my arm.

"So, where is Spider-Man?" He asked again, calmly. I was sobbing, my tears pouring into my wound, making it sting.

"I d-don't fucking know! Please, just let me g-go." I sobbed. He took my hand forcefully, and held his knife over my pinky finger. I started squirming and screaming.