PARKER ⌁ peter p. imagines

penis parker

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Waking up at the crack ass of dawn isn't fun. Especially when it's in someone else's room.

You found yourself pretty cramped, seeing as you were in a bunk bed. You came to the conclusion that whoever kidnapped you was twelve years old.
The air was freezing, but the body heat radiating from the person next to you kept you warm, despite your lack of clothing. You only wore a t-shirt.
Where the fuck are your pants?

Down where your pants-less legs lay, a toned hand was hanging loosely off of your thigh. Who's hand was it? Why was it oddly attractive? Did you have a hand fetish?

Curious to see who it belonged to, you turned your head to the right, only to find, Peter? Your eyes were bulging out of your head and suddenly you couldn't move. What happened last night? Was this a cliché movie moment where you slept with your crush after playing a mean game of spin the bottle?

No, that couldn't be it.

"Hey." A groggy voice mumbled. Peter rubbed the tired out of his eyes, then sleepily smiled at you.

You started to internally panic as your eyes came across his face. Peter stretched his arms above his head, his shirt lifting to the slightest, but just enough that his boxers were exposed.

Suddenly you loved Calvin Klein.

"Sorry about," He pointed to his face. "This."

Your eyebrows scrunched. Did he really think that low of himself? He was so obliviously beautiful that it made you upset.

You shook the thought away, starting to ask some of the more serious questions. "Uh, why am I in your bed?" You looked down at your clothes and cocked an eyebrow. "With your nerdy science pun t-shirt?"

"Don't make fun of the shirt!" He playfully scoffed. "You're the one who stole it anyway." He smiled and propped himself up with his forearm, shifting his body to face yours. "It was late, you fell asleep."

"Shit." You put your hands on your face to try and hide the humiliation. "I fell asleep studying again didn't I?"

He nodded, his smile growing wider. "When I came back from getting ice cream- from the kitchen- you were passed out on the textbooks." He lazily ran a hand through his curly hair, chuckling.
"I didn't want to wake you."

You let your arms fall limply to your sides.
"That was sweet."

He grinned. "I know." Peter swung his legs over the narrow bed and grabbed a shirt from his half-open drawer, pulling it over his head. "And May texted your mom, so you're good there."

You nodded, biting your lip. "You know," You started. "This shirt's kinda growing on me."

He stood at the edge of the bed, glaring at you.
"That is my favorite shirt."

Of course, you knew that, but you couldn't help but be an asshole to him sometimes.
"Sucks for you doesn't it?"

Peter squinted his eyes at you, waited a few seconds, and then pounced. Laughs erupted from the both of you as you thrashed around the bed as an attempt to get away from him. "Fine, fine!" You shouted, starting to pant. "I'll give you the damn shirt." And you stood up from the bunk, stripping the shirt from your body and tossing it into his lap. "Happy?" There you stood, half naked in Peter Parker's room. You never expected this to happen.

His mouth was agape as his eyes trailed your body.
Peter was having a fucking field day looking at you.

"No way." A mans voice came from the top bunk. The both of you looked at each other, a bit frightened, then up. There you found Flash's head poking out, eyes wide in disbelief at what he was witnessing. You forgot the part where Flash was in your study group.

"y/n had sex with Peter?"

The two of you were silent, just looking at each other, until Peter sheepishly looked down at his lap. He was expecting you to leave, or make fun of him to keep your reputation intact.
But no, you didn't do that at all.

"Penis Parker is a very fitting nickname." You said, making an exaggerated measurement with your hands and mouthing 'huge' to Flash.

You sent Peter a wink, about to leave his room when you remembered you were sans clothing. You saw a perfectly folded sweater in his open drawer and reached in, grabbing it then proceeding to put it on.

And out you were.

Half way down the hall toward the kitchen, you heard the padding of feet coming close behind, until a hand on your shoulder stopped you from walking any further. Peter didn't say a word, just placed his hand on your back and pulled you towards his body. Apparently, your comment helped raise his self esteem.

He leaned in close to your ear, his whisper barely audible. "Maybe one day," His breath was hot and smelled faintly of chocolate. He ate the ice cream without you. "That lie you told Flash will become real." And he walked off without a single glance back.

You scoffed, shaking your head with a smile.
"In your wettest dreams Parker!"