marvel • seven minutes in heaven

Peter Parker

"Fuck," you huff, fiddling with the cheap plastic spider in your palm.

Peter visibly reddens, his breathing instantly becoming jagged. Tony jumps with literal joy- it was like a dad finding out his son had won the science fair.

Peter smiles weakly at you, the redness still sticking to his ears and neck.
"Shall, uh, we?"
You giggle slightly, taking the hand he has stuck out for you. His hand is slightly sweaty, and you can tell he's nervous.

The door locks, Tony exclaiming for Peter to 'get some'.

"Please don't feel pressured!" he blurts immediately.
"It's okay Peter- just chill," you attempt to calm his nerves.
He takes a deep breath, "Right, uhh, yeah I just- don't want to get this.." in the darkness you saw some type of hand movements "...wrong?"
Another giggle escapes you.
"Why do you keep laughing at me?" He laughs slightly.
"Just because you think you're so un-wantable. It's cute,"

Peter's chest tightens.
"Cute?"
"Mmhm,"
"Does that mean I-"
"Kiss me,"

Peters shaky hand on your hip, the other awkwardly by his side. His lips are clumsy, but sweet. Kissing back, he begins to get the hang of it. Masking his inexperience with full blown passion, it isn't too bad for his first kiss. He let his tongue slip into your mouth, a small hum of surprise coming from your throat- making him pull away.

"Did I do it wrong?" The panic in his voice almost hysterical.
"No, asshole, come here,"
You tugged his shirt, bringing his lips back to yours, taking the liberty of being in control. Your tongue slid onto his, Peter letting out a small growl. He has to admit, he's really enjoying making out with you.

You guide his hand from your hip to your thigh, taking his other hand from his side and placing against your waist. Peter squeezes your thigh, making small circles with his thumb on your flesh. You pull back, whispering in his ear, the heat against his lobe making him shiver;
"You're good at this, spider-boy,"

"Peter?" Tony calls, a shit eating grin gleaming at the two of you.
"Y- Yes?" he answers, a small string of saliva falling to his chin. The red on his cheeks even looks hot, Peter taking his hand off of you to rub it against his flushed face.
You raise your eyebrows, yet another giggle erupting from you.