Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

"You got a cute butt."

"No, Peter!" You swatted his hand away from your cookie, causing him to groan.

"I'm hungry!" You laughed, shrugging.

"Sounds like a personal problem." You laughed at Peter's shocked expression, "You should have grabbed something at the bakery." Before Peter could say anything, his phone rang, causing him to groan.

"I have to go," he mumbled, grabbing his backpack, "Stark internship." You frowned, looking down at your cookie.

"Here," you handed him the cookie with a smile, "don't want you to work on an empty stomach – we all know how cranky you get." You winked at him, laughing when he rolled his eyes. He leaned down to peck your cheek. "Are we still on for movie night tonight?" Peter nodded, walking toward your door.

"My place, May's ordering us some pizza and we'll watch whatever you want. Be there at 6?" You smiled nodding. He blew you a kiss and you pretended to catch it, causing him to snort softly. "Nerd."

"Hey, May!" May smiled and greeted you with a hug, hauling you into the apartment and asking if you wanted anything to drink. "Sure, water?" May went to the fridge and got you a water. "Peter in his room?" She shook her head.

"He should be here soon, he promised he'd be here at 5:30, which means," she glanced at the clock, it reading 6:05, "he should be here in five to ten." You both laughed. "Pizza should be here soon, you can wait in Peter's room if you want." She grabbed her bag and was about to head out, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. "I'll see you two later, okay? No funny business!" You blushed, nodding.

"See you, May."

Peter picked up his backpack from the alley, swinging his way toward his window. He looked inside, seeing his bedroom door open but no signs of anyone inside. He didn't bother to look at his phone, considering he told May he'd be home around 5:30, he was usually punctual (or so he thought). He opened his window and climbed in, landing softly on the floor. He padded his way, still in his suit, to his door, shutting it in case you got there early.

"Peter?" Peter stood frozen, his hand pausing on the doorknob. He plucked his phone out of his belt and saw it was well past the time he promised to meet you. He turned around slowly, his eyes widening as he saw you standing up from your spot on his bed. You plucked out your headphones and looked him up and down.

"(Y/N)," he started, but you interrupted him.

"You're the Spider-Man?" He couldn't find the words, just nodding slightly. "I – I just, wow. How? When?"

"I got bit by a spider – a radioactive one. For a few months, actually." He shrugged, his arms reaching out to you cautiously, in case you were mad at him. Your hands reached out, too, touching the suit to feel its fabric.

"Turn around," you mumbled. He looked at you confused.

"What?"

"Turn around, put the mask on." You repeated, "I want the full effect." He slowly nodded, putting his mask back on, turning slowly. When he turned fully, facing you now, he took the mask off, his eyebrow quirking up. "Hm," you hummed.

"What?" He asked, causing you to smile.

"The suit – it fits you really well," when he was about to thank you, you continued, "you got a cute butt." His cheeks and the tips of his ears turned pink.

"W-what?" He coughed, shaking his head. You laughed, walking over to hug him. He hugged you back, burying his face in your neck.

"Your butt is really nice." He groaned, pulling away and walking out of your embrace.

"Shut up," he mumbled, his cheeks starting to burn. You laughed as he turned away from you, to pick out some clothes from his drawer. You laughed louder as he screamed out a small 'hey!' when your hand reached out to smack his butt.