𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Let Me Learn You*

Parings →Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings →Explicit sexual content, oral sex(fem receiving), fingering, first orgasm, friends-to-lovers, virgin characters, explicit language, emotional intimacy, mutual consent

Summary →A quiet study night turns messy when Peter finds out you’ve never had an orgasm—and decides he really wants to be the one to fix that.

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Your apartment wasn’t usually this quiet.

It was the kind of quiet that made you anxious, that made the ticking of the wall clock sound like a countdown, and the flipping of textbook pages feel way too loud. But your parents were out of town for the weekend, your neighbors were either asleep or pretending to mind their own business, and Peter Parker — your lifelong partner in crime — was lying on your living room floor like a defeated starfish.

Highlighter cap in his mouth. Shirt riding up. Legs kicking behind him like a restless kid.

You poked his calf with your foot. “If you chew that thing again, I’m locking your stationery drawer.”

Peter spat the cap out instantly. “It’s a coping mechanism! This exam is trying to murder me.”

You snorted. “You literally save the city like everyday. You can handle English Lit.”

Peter jabbed a finger at you. “You say that like saving the city was harder.”

He had a point.

You leaned back on your elbows, watching him dramatically flop onto his back, groaning at the ceiling like it personally offended him. One minute into studying and he was already spiraling. Totally on brand.

Conversation wandered — like it always did with him.
Flash Thompson’s terrible attempts at flirting.
MJ roasting some frat guy.
That girl in your class who swore Flash was “the best she ever had.”

That sent Peter into a choking fit so violent you thought you’d have to call 911.

“Flash?” He wheezed, clutching his chest. “Flash Thompson? Best she ever had? Best at what? Turning women off?”

You smacked his shoulder. “You’re so rude.”

“But I’m also correct.”

You rolled your eyes. “Guys like Flash don’t know what they’re doing.”

Peter nodded aggressively. “They don’t know where anything is.”

You burst out laughing, shoving him. “Oh my God—”

“I’m serious! I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know what a clit is.”

“Peter Parker, stop—”

“And then he’d brag about it.”

“STOP—”

But you were laughing, and he was laughing, and then the laughter faded into a comfortable hum between you. It always felt like this — easy, warm, safe. Like breathing.

And that was when you said without thinking, “Honestly? I wouldn’t know. I’ve never… y’know. Actually finished.”

Peter blinked.
Then blinked again.

“…finished what?” His voice cracked like he was thirteen again.

You exhaled slowly. “An orgasm, Peter.”

Silence.

Peter’s brain visibly stopped functioning.

“You—never—what—” His voice jumped an octave. “NEVER? As in never ever?”