𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

The Tutor's Secret

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Awkward, Accidental walk in, secret identity reveal, embarrassment, suggestive tension, tutor/student dynamic, humor.

Summary → You found out your quiet tutor Peter Parker is secretly Spider-Man after walking in on him while changing.

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Peter Parker was usually prepared for everything.

Physics problems? Prepared.
Pop quizzes? Prepared.
Alien invasions? ...Okay, sometimes prepared.

But this?

This was not on the list.

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You had been coming over to Peter's apartment three times a week for the last month.

Chemistry on Mondays.
Physics on Wednesdays.
Math on Fridays.

Peter Parker-quiet, genius, painfully polite Peter Parker-was your tutor. Your grades had been suffering, and a teacher recommended him because he was "very responsible."

Responsible.

Right.

If they could see him right now.

Earlier that afternoon, you had packed your notebook, textbook, calculator, and a bottle of water before heading over to the apartment building where Peter lived with his aunt. It was a familiar routine now. Take the elevator to 7th floor, knock on the door, then the warm smile from his aunt.

The door opened almost immediately.

"Hi, honey," Aunt May greeted warmly.

"Hi, Aunt May," you said politely, smiling back.

She stepped aside to let you in. "Peter's in his room. You know the way."

"Thank you."

You slipped off your shoes near the door like you always did. The apartment smelled faintly like laundry detergent and something sweet-probably cookies.

Normal.

Everything was completely normal.

Which is why you didn't think twice about walking straight to Peter's room.

You had done this dozens of times before. Knock once. Open the door. Sit at the desk. Wait for Peter to arrange his notes and awkward small talk.

Easy.

Except this time... when you push the door open- You froze. Your brain stopped working.

Completely.

Peter Parker stood in the middle of his bedroom. Half naked.

The red-and-blue Spider-Man suit was halfway peeled off his body, clinging around his hips and legs like he had been in the middle of taking it off. The mask was already gone. The top half of the suit hung loose around his waist.

Which meant his entire upper body was exposed.

And... wow.

You had never really noticed Peter's body before. He was always hidden under oversized hoodies, flannels, or those worn-out midtown science t-shirts.

But now?

Now there was nothing hiding him.

Lean muscles stretched across his chest and shoulders. His torso was defined in that quiet, athletic way-not bulky, but strong. The kind of strength built from climbing buildings and swinging through the city.