Marvel Imagines

Peter Parker - Not What It Looks Like (Clean)

Warning: misleading wording, sexual themes
Notes: This is the clean/comedic version of this imagine. The next update will be this story as smut
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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.

The subway took far too long. You'd be lying if you said you weren't eager to see Peter. The two of you had been planning this for a long time. You and Peter rarely got to be physically intimate.

When you finally got to May's apartment, you knocked. May answered in less than five seconds: a new record. She must have been waiting.

"Hey, (Y/n), Pete's in his room. I'm going grocery shopping, so the two of you are on your own for a while."

"Sounds good, see ya, May."

You could hear Peter groaning and shifting in his bed.

"Hey, Sailor," you said, leaning against the doorframe.

"(Y/n)! It's not what it looks like!"

You just shrugged. "We gonna get started?"

He smiled. "Yeah, c'mere." He jerked his head and removed his shirt. You followed suit.

"Relax," Peter whispered, laying his hands against your tense back. "I'll take good care of you."

***

May realized once she made it to the lobby that she forgot her keys. She headed back up the four flights of stairs with a heavy sigh and regret.

When she opened the door. However, she heard sounds she didn't want to be hearing: moans.

Now, she knew that what she was about to interrupt could scar all three people for the rest of their lives, but she wouldn't stand for this.

Quickly making her way to Peter's room, she opened the door to see...

Her nephew giving his girlfriend a backrub, a completely innocent, non-sexual backrub.

"Huh," May grunted.

"Hey, Aunt May," Peter called.

"Didn't you say you needed to go shopping?"

"Forgot my keys." She held them up for the teens to see.

"Okay, see you later." He patted (y/n) on the back. "My turn."

"No fair, that was only five minutes."

"I'm the sick one."

You groaned. "Fine."