Trans!Ftm x Fandoms (Watty Awards 2019)

Spiderman's boyfriend (Peter Parker x FTM!Reader)

Marvel
A little warning. This chapter is a little bit more spicy than some of my others. It's mostly making out. Just felt the need to warn you all who are under 13 and/or 16. At the beginning, peter thinks the readers a girl btw. Sorry if this isn't great I'm tired, but I wanted to write.
It was just supposed to be a study date. Little did I know that I'd end up here, sitting on my boyfriends lap while his hands had a tough grip on my hips. Usually one of us would get flustered and pull away, awkwardly suggest we continue studying. This time felt different though. Peter seemed more into it, if that makes sense. His grip was more tighter and his kissing was rougher. I smiled softly as he pulled away. Opening my eyes, I was met with his beautiful chocolate brown ones. He grinned back, panting a little from the lack of air he had been getting for the last few minutes. "You're beautiful, babe." He whispered as he lowered his head to my neck. He started with kissing than eventually it led to gentle biting. His hands ran up and down my covered sides. I ran my hands through his messy hair, enjoying the feeling of him leaving a hickey on the lower part of my neck. His hands reached the bottom of my shirt and he looked at me making sure I was okay with it. I nodded, forgetting about the piece of cloth that I had been hiding for around a month. He slid my shirt over my head and he gasped. He glanced over my top half. A binder was tightly hiding my chest. He looked up into my eyes. "What's...." He trailed off, tracing his fingers around the binder. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I realized what he was talking about. I grabbed my shirt trying to hide it. I avoided eye contact, trying to put my shirt on again. Peter stopped me by grabbing my wrists. "Please. Don't shut me out." He whispered. I glanced at his eyes. They held curiosity and worry. I sighed. It was now or never.
"Peter. I'm transgender." I stated. Peter looked even more confused. "Transgender?" I began getting frustrated. Not at him, but as myself. A lump had appeared in my throat and my mind was a mess. Doubts and different ways this conversation can end played over and over in my head. "I've wanted to tell you, but each time I get scared." I began to tear up. I had heard stories about how coming out could be hard mentally and physically. "I'm not your 'beautiful girlfriend'. I'm a boy who was born in the wrong body and it's killing me mentally to look in the mirror and see someone I'm not." I continued.
All was silent for a minute, but it felt like hours. When I looked at Peter, he was deep in thought. He glanced at me, grinning in a soft kind of way. "I'm glad you told me." He moved closer to me, so our foreheads were touching. Our eyes never disconnected from each other. "I support you a hundred percent. It'll take a little while to get used to, but I'm so proud of you, babe." He smiled widely and pushed me back suddenly. I was shocked by the sudden move, but Peter was above me smirking. "Let me show how much I love my handsome boyfriend." He stated, kissing me again.