Marvel Imagines

Peter Parker - Not What It Looks Like (smut)

Warnings: Sexual themes/smut
Notes: Female anatomy used
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Class has never passed so slowly before.

The teacher droned on and on for fifty-five minutes, and the second hand continued to mock you.

tick. tick. tick.

Your knee bounced more and more rapidly as the minute hand drew nearer to the 20 mark, when the bell would ring, and you would be free to burst from this brick hell-hole they call an education center.

You glance at the clock: ten seconds. Your gaze falls to your phone screen, reading the message again. Could he have meant what he sent, or did he phrase it wrong? Oh, damn did you want him to have phrased it right.

The bell rings.

You're the first person out of class. You don't bother with your locker, you had everything you needed with you and nothing you didn't.

Students rushed around the halls to talk to each other or retrieve items from their lockers. Some people brushed shoulders or pushed through gathering groups. You barrelled through a group of girls blocking the entire hallway.

If you read his text right, Peter lied that he was sick, and was waiting for you to "help him with something". Peter was rarely so brash as to reveal his lies through text, as May was known to look over his shoulder while he sent messages. With a text like this... who knows. The exact words were: Sorry I couldn't make it to school. I'm "sick" rn. I've been feeling kinda off lately. It'd be great if you could come over after school and help me feel better.

If that wasn't blatantly under the table sexting, you weren't sure what this kid was up to.

The subway was taking far too long.

You'll admit, you seem a bit too eager to see Peter, but who could blame you? You and Pete had been together for over a year now, and you both talked about the possibility of sex, just not at the young age you were, especially because you were both superheroes.

Lately, however, you've been incredibly sexually frustrated. Every time you saw Peter arch his back, close his eyes, and sigh heavily, or when he took off his shirt, your mind was plagued with perverted thoughts. They drifted from vanilla and tender to harsh, rough, dirty things that made you blush and rethink your life.

Arriving at his apartment, you knocked at May Parker's door. She opened it in less than five seconds: a record time. She must have been waiting for you.

"(Y/n)! I'm glad you're here." She smiled and stepped aside to let you in.  "Pete's in his room." You smiled and gave her a hug. "I'm going grocery shopping, so you two will be on your own for about an hour."

"Sounds good, thanks for letting me know. I'll see you later."

"You bet, hon." Then she hurried out of the apartment.

Peter was laying in bed, staring at the top bunk, eyes closed, clearly stroking himself under the covers.

"Hey, sailor," you smirked, leaning against his door frame.

Peter's face snapped to face you. "(Y/n)! It's not what it looks like!"

"I hope it is." You walked towards him slowly, stripling off layers of clothes on your way.

Peter swallowed hard, watching you expose more and more of your skin, until you were down to just undergarments. You pushed the comforter away from Peter and straddled his hips. The tip of his erect penis just barely touched your clitoris. You leaned in to kiss him. However softly it started, it got heated very quickly. All it took was for you to sink down a centimeter.