Avengers Preferences / Imagines

Passing Notes (Peter Parker Smut)

A/N: Okay, so as always thanks for all the reading and voting ^-^ you guys rock! Also HUGE thanks to @voidhurricane thank you so so much for the request! And I hope I did not disappoint you!

Warning: Smut.... also there's a chance its poorly written 😜

Peter shifted in his seat slightly making a smile pop onto your face... you knew what he was reading: the note you had passed him. Recently the relationship between you and Peter had turned quite a bit more intimate. This new found experience excited you both and turned you into typical teenagers: groping each other any and every chance you got.

You could picture the smirk on his face while he scribbled a response onto the lined paper. "Mr. Parker is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

"No!" His eyes enlarged and his answer came out like a blurted plea... perhaps it came a little too fast. Your teacher swiftly snatched the paper off of his desk and began to examine what Peter so desperately wanted to keep to himself.

When her eyes got wide with disapproval and utter awkwardness, you laid your forehead down on your desk. You had been caught and now were waiting to see what horrific punishments would be hurled your ways.

"Both of you," you didn't need to be looking at the woman to know she was pointing at you, "Take a trip to the office. We're going to have a very long discussion with the principal and your parents."

You dragged yourself out of your seat and began silently walking beside Peter towards the front of the school. Your mind was running wild picturing all the ways your father was going to kill you and/or Peter. You were definitely distracted, so you were a little surprised when Peter pulled you into the Janitor's Closet. "Aunt May is going to kill me."

"While I do want to support you, I'm just not sure how long we'll last hiding in a closet." You chuckled slightly, although you did understand where he was coming from.... hiding did seem like a better option.

"How long do you think it'll be before we're allowed to see each other outside of school?" Peter has brought up a good point... between the both of you being inevitably grounded, you doubted that you'd get any free time with Peter anytime soon.

You definitely wouldn't have another chance to be pressed up against him (like you were now) in the near future. An idea popped into your head and you closed the small gap between the two of you. Peter smiled against your lips. It was clear that he was 100% okay with your plan.

His hands found your hips and he gently pushed you closer to the wall. There were a few cleaning products jabbing into your sides, but the thrill of your current predicament made the uncomfortableness almost completely disappear. Your arms instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him even closer to you while your tongues tangled.

His fingertips played with the hem of your shirt, trying to lift the fabric off of your body. When he pulled away, you raised an eyebrow at him, "We're in a closet... at school..."

"What if I don't get to see you for months? We have to make the best of the time we have."

"When has your Aunt May ever grounded you for more than a week?" You did have a good point... a very good point. However, you and Aunt May shares a similar weakness: Peter Parker. He was just too gosh darn cute. Especially when he shot you his 'Im disappointed look'. "Ugh fine."

His smile lit up the dark room as you discarded your shirt onto a nearby shelf. A burst of excitement ran through both of you and Peter was quick to appreciate the newly exposed flesh. Your back his the wall, the cool making you arch yourself further into him. Not that he minded in the slightest. His hands glided across your body, his fingertips massaging and toying with every inch of you that they touched.

A small moan escapes your lips and you felt him smirk against your mouth. Not wanting him to keep the upper hand for too long, you moved your focus to his neck. You kissed the spot that you knew drove him crazy: just below his ear.

Once you started that all bets were off. There was a frenzy of unzipping and fumbling with a condom. However, once Peter was all set you were hoisted against the wall, your jeans and underwear pulled to your knees and your legs thrown over his shoulder in practically one smooth motion.

He looked at you, almost as if he were asking for permission. You chuckled slightly, you were pretty sure your compliance was insinuated; you nodded your head. That was all the permission Peter needed. Your chuckled turn to a sharp gasp as he buried himself within you.

You kept you lips sealed, trying to keep your sounded to a minimal as he kept a steady pace. Whether it was Peter's skill, your lack of experience, the excitement of your location or a combination of the 3, it did not take Peter long to push you over the edge. You bit down on your lip and whimpered, your nails dig into his skin as a hot wave of pleasure courses through your body. Your climax fast-tracked his and within minutes you two were tiredly shrugging on clothes.

You were a little shaky in your legs as you got yourself straightened up. "I'm pretty sure we just broke most of the rules."

Peter shot you a toothy grin. He was clearly still very happy with himself.