Peter Parker Imagines

The Mandatory Class | Peter x Reader (Part Two) NSFW Warning!

We're back!! Ya'll are in for a treat. (excuse the terrible attempt at smut) Our two idiots continue being cringy and horny teenagers. Part Three will continue straight on from this because this part was getting too long 😂

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Pining best friends, terrible smut, cringy teenagers

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As much as I didn't want to go to school the following Tuesday, I didn't really have a choice. Things were awkward enough between Peter and I in our normal classes. Monday afternoon we had our shared P.E class, and it was... an experience, to say the least.

In the middle of our game of dodgeball, a rogue ball nailed me in the side of the head, and it was rather embarrassing the way I hit the ground like a fish out of water.

Peter was half-way across the gym when it happened, and in a manner of seconds had sprinted over to my side. The game was paused as he kneeled beside me, brushing my hair out of my face with the softest of touches, examining the red welt on my left temple.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He had mumbled, his body language screaming protective as he leaned over me, the broadness of his shoulders completely sheltering me if any dodgeballs were to head in my direction.

It hurt to nod, which he clearly noticed as I winced. My head was pounding. "Come on, you need to get checked for a concussion."

I had tried to protest, but Coach was encouraging me to sit out since it was a rather hard hit. Ignoring my protests, Peter helped me to sit up, and to my surprise, lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing to him.

Even the other students seemed shocked to see little old Peter Parker pick up an almost-fully-grown teenage girl like a sack of potatoes.

He'd picked me up bridal style, and as soon as he turned away from the rest of the class, blocking me from their view, I buried my face in the side of his neck, the bright lights in the gym making my head pound worse.

If it bothered him, he didn't mention it. Because of the school's gym uniform, the bridal style hold meant one of his hands was holding the underside of my thigh right below the hem of my gym shorts, his other hand holding my side.

The school nurse didn't seem pleased in the least to see students during class, but she begrudgingly helped me anyway. Peter hung around even when the nurse asked him to return to class.

She didn't clear me to go home, instead telling me to sit out of the rest of P.E and take it easy in the rest of my classes. Within two minutes of walking into the sickbay, we were kicked out.

"Do you feel any better?" Peter was still acting overprotective, smoothing out the edge of the gauze covering my newest injury. I leaned into his touch, and he quickly stepped closer so I could lean my entire body against his.

"No. My head still hurts."

The second I rested my forehead against his collar bones, I felt him kiss the top of my head. It was pretty normal for us to share affection like that, but it felt more special somehow.

"At least you don't have to finish playing dodgeball." He murmured, nose nestled in my hair for a short moment before I leaned back, squinting against the bright fluorescent lights in the school hallway.

Dodgeball fucking sucks. With a frustrated sigh, I resigned myself to my fate of spending the rest of the day at school, Peter letting me lean against his side as we walked back to the gym.

Now, the next day, on a cold Tuesday morning, we were being subjected to health class once again. Peter's usually talkative nature was missing as I joined him at our table near the back. After last weeks encounter, we seemed a little lost. Unsure of what to say to one another.