Peter Parker Imagines

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

I'm so glad you guys love this series! It should go on for another couple parts at least. I've got an imagine idea for the Mob!Boss Tom Holland AU, so let me know if you want Tom Holland imagines xx

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Horny teenagers, terrible smut

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The rest of our movie night went smoothly, well, as smoothly as it could have been. With May home, neither of us dared to make a move again.

Peter was well behaved for the rest of the evening, staying up with me to watch John Wick 2 and The Hitman's Bodyguard. Peter mumbled at some point that the hitman looked suspiciously like someone he knew, but he didn't explain further.

May didn't mention anything about us having to sleep in separate beds after what she witnessed earlier in the evening, but I think she was just too embarrassed to talk to us. Instead, she offered us a quick goodnight before she crashed for the evening.

Peter and I were up for another couple of hours, but I was well on my way to dreamland by the time he closed my laptop and put it back on his nightstand.

"Sweet dreams." I heard him whisper, pulling up his duvet to cover us both. I was more or less asleep, simply cuddling closer to him. He smelt like vanilla now, probably one of May's body washes from his shower.

He was warm like a fireplace, his skin radiating heat. I mumbled back an unintelligible reply, exhaling slowly as I burrowed into the softness of his t-shirt.

Life is good.

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I didn't exactly enjoy being woken up in the wee hours of the morning, but I didn't really have a choice in the matter. Peter was making soft, strained sounds, and his fingers were digging painfully into my hips.

It took me a moment to blink away the sleep sitting heavily on my eyelids, taking in the sounds Peter was making.

As I leaned back slightly to see what on Earth was happening, I was greeted with the sight of Peter still clearly asleep, face screwed up with an emotion I couldn't place contorting his features.

His lips are parted and soft panting can be heard. A pressure against my thigh suddenly makes itself aware, and Peter groans through his teeth as he ruts against my thigh desperately.

I have to clamp my mouth shut to stop myself from laughing. He's dry humping me in his sleep.

I want to wake him up, but something tells me not to. His eyebrows are furrowed, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the sight.

Keeping my body as still as I possibly can, I reach up with my free hand, running my fingers through Peter's curls. His movements stutter and he chases my touch, leaning his head back.

The dim light pouring in through his bedroom window is enough for me to see the dark flush in his cheeks.

"Peter..." I whisper his name as softly as I can.

He twitches in his sleep, hips bucking against my thigh. As hot as it is to see him grind against me desperately, I can't just lie here and watch him forever. That'd be super weird.

I keep running my fingers through his hair, amused to hear him whine like a needy child.

Being mindful of May sleeping in her room across the apartment, I brush Peter's hair out of his face and do my best to wake him up as quietly as I can. "Peter, wake up."

My hushed whisper is enough to drag him from his probably more than peaceful sleep, jolting awake with wide eyes.

"What is it? Are you okay?" He starts to rapidly check me over as if he was expecting to find some injury or bruise.