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Word Count: 5.9k
Warnings: Horny teenagers, terrible smut, confused little babies figuring shit out. Breeding kink if you squint real hard
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After the party, Peter acted like the perfect gentleman, and he ended up crashing at my place with May's permission. As beautiful as the dress was, I was glad to be home since I could finally get out of it and into something more comfortable.
In my room, Peter had shed his blazer, which I'd given back to my dad. I was about to change into my pyjamas, when Peter sat down on the end of my bed, looking at me with those gentle brown eyes of his.
"What, you expect me to undress in front of you?"
He smiled, cheeks rosy with nerves. "I would personally love that. But I'm not about to invade your personal space."
To my surprise, Peter got up, shuffling past me towards my bedroom door. "I'll wait outside until you're done."
I wouldn't have been opposed to stripping in front of him, but it felt nice to have someone consider my feelings before their own. Especially the very same boy I'd already been so intimate with.
It didn't take long for me to undress and toss my pretty dress into my washing basket, finding a comfortable shirt to wear. It was oversized, enough so that it came down to mid-thigh.
Since it would only be me and Peter for the rest of the night, I opted to wear only that and a pair of underwear. He wouldn't care.
After calling his name quietly, he came back in and kicked off his shoes as he shut the door behind him. Upon seeing me in the oversized shirt, his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.
"Cat got your tongue?" I can't help but tease him. It's just too much fun. The way he stammers and blushes over his words is adorable.
Peter blinks a few more times before he finally moves again, swallowing hard and shaking his head. "No- I just... you're so beautiful, I feel like I need to remember all these moments. It's like every moment with you is precious."
Maybe it was my fatigue from the evening, or maybe I was just a wuss for Peter's flirting. But his words made me tear up, and I turned away from him to preserve my dignity.
"Goddamnit Pete, why do you have to be so sweet?" I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hands, and I heard Peter rush across the room to envelop me in his arms.
"I didn't mean to make you cry..."
He murmurs, hugging me tightly as he leans into my back, forehead resting against my shoulder. I take a deep breath, calming myself and blinking away the unshed tears.
"I know that, silly. You just say things that are so sweet, and I never imagined anyone saying them to me with such conviction."
He lets me go after a moment, and I spend the next few minutes cleaning up the aftermath of me getting ready for the Halloween party so my room is clean.
Meanwhile, Peter changes in the spare room down the hall. We always have a set of clothes at each other's house for if we stayed over, which always came in handy since a lot of our sleepovers were impromptu.
Once my room is clean, I head to the bathroom to clean my teeth and get ready for bed. Right as I finish up, Peter walks in with the spare toothbrush he keeps here.
I hop up onto the edge of the counter as he goes through his nightly routine, admiring how oddly domestic this feels. As he's in the middle of brushing his teeth, the one question that's been on my mind tumbled out without me even realising.
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Peter Parker Imagines
FanfictionImagines for the lovely Peter Parker, played by the adorable Tom Holland! Includes x readers and also some x OC's of mine. Warnings for some imagines: - Attempted Suicide - Bullying - PTSD - Mentions of gore