𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Flexible ☆

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer selfcarecap on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/selfcarecap/662770684109471744/reader-showing-peter-how-flexible-she-is-just-as?source=share

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → boner, talk of sex

Summary →The reader showing Peter how flexible she is but he gets a boner.

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"How was school today, baby?" Peter asks you, scooting closer to you beneath the blanket.

You've barely seen each other all week, so you're staying at his for the night, currently cuddled up on the floor against the sofa, the last rays of sun shining through the window.

"Boring, except for gym at the end. Wait! I wanna show you something. Look what I can do now."

Peter's shoulders tense as you throw the blanket off yourself, getting up.

You fold your body in half to stretch first, hands touching the floor, and Peter's just glad your backside isn't facing him.

Usually Peter can keep it in his pants, like when he's watching your cheer practise. Even last week when you were doing the WAP dance for a TikTok, he managed not to let you so effortlessly doing the splits and wiggling your perfect ass get to his head, or rather his pants.

But those instances were all in public and now it's just the two of you, all alone.

"Pete, look!"

Peter most definitely looks as you lift one leg in the air so that it's nearly parallel to your body; then you do a cartwheel, and to top it off you perfectly land in the splits.

You lift your arms in the air, and Peter applauds you.

As if you haven't tortured him enough yet, you decide that you can do even better. So he has to watch you spread your legs so many times until you insist that your form is perfect and by then, Peter is hard.

How could he not - with you performing for him like that. Your pretty legs in the air, then spread out on the carpet. You do your little routine about ten times, so you're a bit out of breath, face glowing and Peter's sure his face is too, but for a different reason.

"You like it?" You ask him, plopping back down next to him, pulling some of the blanket over your legs.

"Mmhm," he says with a tight-lipped smile.

You shrug it off, cuddling into his side. Peter backs away a little, so little that you barely notice.

Peter turns on the TV and you pout, "Thought we were just gonna talk and cuddle. You haven't even told me about your day yet."

You reach for his hand under the blanket, finding something hard in his crotch area instead.

He jumps back, pulling the blanket with him, looking at you with wide eyes and red cheeks, "That, that was my phone- in-in my pocket."

You bite back a smile, watching as he pretends to get his phone from his pocket, even though you can see it lying on the table on the other side of the room.

"Pete, don't worry."

"Yeah but no- I'm not hard! That was just my phone um-"

"I never said you were hard. And your phone's on that table back there."

He turns around, never letting go of the blanket covering his crotch, "Shit- I'm sorry. Okay, you're right. I am hard, but I didn't mean to. You were just doing your splits and everything, and you looked so hot that I couldn't help myself," he looks down in shame, his hands clamped over his lap.

"Why are you apologising?" You ask, watching his eyes go wide as you straddle him, "I'm glad my hours of stretching are paying off. It's a compliment that you get turned on while watching me."

"I always get turned on while watching you. But I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable. But now that I know you don't feel uncomfortable - Can you also do a split on my d--"

"Peter!"

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