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5. Homecoming

Homecoming

Summary: Your dress at Homecoming is a little too revealing for Peter's liking so he tries to cover you up.

Warning: Hinted smut

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You couldn't wait for Homecoming. You have always been a girl that loves to dress up. You've been hitting the gym the past couple of months and it's been paying off. You were happy with your body then, but you felt like you needed a change and you don't regret it.

You have your dress picked out and Peter, well, he isn't into the Homecoming as much as you are, but he doesn't mind you talking about it. Peter went shopping with Aunt May for a suit and tie, checking on what colour your dress is so you two can match. The day has finally come, and you couldn't have been more excited. You got your hair and makeup professionally done. You walk to your closet and pull out your dress. You slip it on, the dark green complimenting your skin tone. The plunging neckline showing off the curves of your breasts, making you feel sexy and confident. The dress has a slit down the side where your left leg pokes through. You roll the sleeves up to the bend of your elbow and decorate your arms and neck with a few pieces of jewellery. You finish off the look with a pair of black, peep-toe heels. You look at yourself in the mirror. A smile spreading across your face when you see how beautiful you look.

You walk downstairs and meet the gaze of your parents. Their eyes sparkling with happiness and pride. Not long after the bell rings, signalling Peter's arrival. Your dad goes and answers it, once you hear Peter's voice your heart beats fast in your chest and suddenly you feel self-conscious. Will peter like it? Will he think it's slutty? All kinds of thoughts are spinning around your head. You mom can sense your anxiety and comforts you.

"You look amazing, sweetie." She says while stroking your shoulder. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. Your dad and Peter's voices start to rise as they near the kitchen where you and your mom are standing. Nothing in the world could prepare you for the reaction Peter gave you once his eyes landed on your figure. His eyes shot open and his mouth agape, his cheeks reddening at your bold choice of clothing. Your cheeks blush and your head bows down. Peter stands in front of you, his index finger under your chin, lifting your head up so your eyes could meet.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, baby." He says, awe thick in his voice. You smile at him and give him a soft peck on the lips. You break away and look at your parents. You mom smiling wide and your dad looking at you with the utmost pride and love.

"Okay, picture time." Your mom says, breaking the silence. She quickly goes into the other room to get her camera and comes back. You and Peter pose for the camera, Peter's hand sliding down your back, gripping your waist. The camera points towards you two, you smile towards the camera. The flash goes off, momentarily blinding you. Once the picture was taken your parents pull the picture up on the small screen and lean in to look. While your parents were distracted Peter's, hand starts to wonder down your waist, passing your hip. You look up at him knowing exactly what he wants to do before you could say anything his hand squeezes your butt in his hand. You press your lips together, not wanting to let a squeal out. The Peter now and back then are completely different people. When you first met him he was a stuttering, nervous wreck. Now he's confident and cheeky. You look to him and quickly lean in and place a kiss on his neck.

"You guys look so cute." Your mom gushes. Tears brimming her eyes. You tug on Peter's arm towards the door, wanting to leave before your mom starts to cry.

"Mom we need to go before we're late." You say quickly. Your mom walks up to you, planting a kiss on your cheek. You hug your dad goodbye. Before you, two could leave your dad speaks up.

"Keep her safe Peter." You dad says with a stern voice. Peter's arm snakes around your waist.

"Always, sir," Peter says certainly. You two walk towards the door, suddenly your dad's voice booms from across the door.

"Hey, Peter, think fast." Peter turns around and unwraps his arm around you to catch what your dad was throwing at him. He catches square packets, confusion etches on his face and yours. Once it clicks he looks at your dad and winks, him winking back.

"What is it?" You and your mom ask in unison. Peter opens his hands wider to show you.

"Dad!" You exclaim once you see the pack of condoms Peter is holding.

"What? I told him to keep you safe." He says, quite pleased with himself, your mom slapping his shoulder.

You drag Peter out of the house, shouting a bye to your parents again. You close the door behind you. Peter leads you to his car, well, May's car. Before he opens the door for you he leans his back on it, pulling you by the waist, closer to him. You rest your hands on his chest. Only now do you realise Peter's attire. His shirt clad torso, his skin showing through the material. A green bowtie wrapped around his neck. You look up at him only to see his eyes are locked on your chest.

"Peter, my eyes are up here." You say motioning where your eyes are, giggling, his attention switching to you.

"Sorry babe, you just look so fucking hot right now." He says, his hands sliding up to cup your boobs. Your eyes flutter shut, your bottom lip in between your teeth. His hand starts to massage them, pulling them together and apart.

"We have to go." You whisper out, not wanting it to end but also not wanting to miss the night you've been waiting for because you two can't keep it in your pants.

Peter's hands slide down to your waist again and moves to the side, opening the car door for you. You hop in and Peter shuts the door. He moves to the other side and gets in. Once the engine starts he places his hand on your exposed inner thigh. This is going to be a long night.

When you and Peter arrived, his hand went to hold yours, tangling your fingers with his. You two enter the decorated gym, people's eyes were on you and the new body that you worked so hard for. You see MJ, Ned and, surprisingly, Flash and decide to walk over there. Peter walks next to you, keeping you close to him. Once everyone notices you two have joined, gasps flee their mouth, Flash looking the most shocked. MJ smirks at you.

"Nice tits." She comments. You look down to your breasts, noticing that they have gotten bigger. Interesting. Peter shifts next to you at her comment.

"Oh, um thanks." You respond awkwardly.

You feel uncomfortable under Flash's gaze, his eyes solely on your breasts. Ned saw this and spoke up.

"Hey, Flash lets go get some drinks for the group." He grabs Flash's arm and yanks him towards the drink table. Once gone Peter turns to you. Taking the pieces of material on either side of your boobs and pulling the material together, the two ends meeting in the valley of your boobs. You roll your eyes at Peter's attempts of covering you up.

"Seriously, Pete?" You ask. He looks at you unfazed.

"Yes seriously. I don't want anyone else to see my weak points." He explains in a hushed voice. You hear a gag from MJ and see her leaving you two alone.

You take Peter's hands away from you, letting the material free. Peter looks around the gym. Seeing if anyone is paying attention to you two. No one is. Suddenly Peter leans down and licks a stripe between the valley of your breasts. His tongue trails up towards your neck until he reaches your soft spot. When he hears a soft moan escape from your lips he starts sucking the spot. His hands trailing down your body to your butt, pulling you towards him.

You realize where you are and bring your hands to his chest and push him away slightly. He whines once you two disconnect. He doesn't let up though, his hands come up to your chest to squeeze your boobs.

"Don't worry, babe. You'll have fun with them later." You say before detaching his hands from you. The rest of the night Peter couldn't get enough of you. The condoms your dad gave him came in useful later on in the night.

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