Various Imagines & Preferences

Peter Parker (lime???)

            A/N: Hello everyone! So I just thought that I could try switching it up from my usual fluff and whatever and try a lime(???) I am fully aware how terrible it is but please bare with me, I tried. It's just all the imagines w/ Peter Parker I've read are completely out of character so I wanted to try and make something that captures his awkward shy cuteness a little more??? Idk tell me what u think!

Warning: a few cuss words?? Sexual tension af, the usual for this kind of thing I just wanted u to be prepared 🤷‍♀️

You and Peter had been dating for a few months now. It took several series of awkward moments before Peter had actually asked you out, but eventually he did (weell shit like duhh). But one thing that bothered the both of you more than you wanted to admit was the fact that...well, you hadn't really, like, kissed kissed. You had of course given each other pecks on the lips and sometimes the kisses lasted for several seconds..what I'm trying to say is you hadn't made out yet,  okay?? You both were at his house, watching a movie on his bed, and Aunt May wasn't home. Although the movie you were "watching" was more like background noise as the both of you where only thinking about the other, most definitely not paying attention to the movie.
Your legs were slightly touching, and your hands were entwined together. You squeezed his hand ever so slightly, barely registering what you were doing before you had already done it. Now you had his attention, and you knew what you wanted, but were unsure where to start.
"Peter.." you say as he positions himself so that he's on his side, facing you as you go into the same position, facing him.
"....I really like you. And I know that you obviously know that since like duh we're dating but I.." you trail off realizing that you had been rambling and still not really knowing what to say.
"I really like you too, Y/n," Peter says with one of his boyish grins. You couldn't help but glance at his lips. He got the message, since he had been thinking pretty much the same thoughts that you had been. He presses his lips to yours in a slow kiss. You surprise him slightly by kissing back twice as hard, frustration becoming evident in your actions.
His hand goes to the small of your back and pushes you closer to him as your hand cups his face, the other playing with the loose strands of his hair. He licks your lower lip, and you consent, letting his tongue slide into your mouth as you begin to fight for dominance. He climbs on top of you, pulling you under him completely, leaning down and continuing the kiss. As he does so, his hips meet yours as his body presses against you lightly; You can't help but make a small gasp at the sudden contact. He pulls away slightly, a worried expression on his face as he scans your face.
"Are y-you okay..?" He asks, wanting to make sure he hadn't hurt you in any way. You blush slightly as you open your mouth to say something, but no words come to mind to describe what your trying to say, so you merely nod at him, a smile on your lips. His expression relaxes, and he looks as if he's going to say something else, but you still feel the frustration inside you, and tilt your head up to meet his lips again in a heated manner. Your actions cause him to smile into the kiss, before slipping his tongue into your mouth again.
You were sTILL feeling frustrated and could feel the tension in the room, seeming to get more electric with every movement. His hands began to wonder your body, before slipping under your shirt and gripping your waist in a somehow both gentle and firm fashion. His warm hands on your bare skin caused you to shiver, you brought your hands into his hair before giving a tug on his curls. Your actions caused Peter to let out a whine, as well as become more desperate for contact. He pressed his body even closer to yours, his hands roaming under your shirt.
You suddenly had an urge to pull off his shirt, wanting to see exactly what was under his suit all the time. You move your hands from his hair, and slide them down his back, scraping your nails over his shirt covered skin gently as you went. This caused Peter to whine again, and you'd never admit it, but that sound was  
e t r e m e l y  hot. You found the bottom of his shirt and tugged upwards lightly, trying to convey what you wanted. This surprised Peter greatly ( let me explain why..)

Okay so a few weeks ago he had overheard you talking to one of your friends about you and Peter's relationship. (He overheard the conversation using his heightened hearing) Your friend asked if you guys had had sex yet, and you had told her that you didn't think you were ready yet. Of course Peter understood this, seeing as you were a virgin and he never wanted to make you feel like he was forcing you into anything. But still, overhearing this conversation did make Peter very red in the face, and the fact that you had also added something about how you 'hoped your first time would be with Peter because you trusted him and knew that he would take care of you' definitely dID NOT help his reddening face, and he had to hurry away to his next class before you saw him in the hallway.

He looked down at you, his eyes slightly glazed over, but he wanted to make sure he really understood exactly what you meant before continuing, as he wanted to make sure that you were comfortable at all times. (Cause he's a cinnamon roll and a gentleman that way) You looked back up at him.
"It doesn't have to mean sex, Pete..I'm not quite ready for that yet...I just want to see more of you," you tell him. He nods in understanding, reddening ever so slightly at the fact that you waNTED TO SEE MORE OF HIM. AS IN YOU WANTED HIS SHIRT OFF. RIGHT NOW. Sorry, you all know how teenage boys work. Homeboy just needed a second to recover before we continue with the imagine. *splashes holy water on the audience* Okaaaaayyyyyy, continuing...
Peter tugs his shirt up over his head and tosses it by the side of the bed, staying in a more upright position for several seconds as he looks at you. This gave you a chance to admire his toned body, every muscle and detail. You place your hands on his chest and trail them down slowly over his body, still a little in awe of how in shape he was. Like props for not chocking on air girl. He smiles at the look on your face and leans down again, meeting your lips with his own. This time his lips leave your mouth and slowly  trail down your jawline to your neck, leaving marks. You can't help but moan quietly as he does so, as you had never really felt anything like this before. Peters face goes crimson as the sound escapes your lips, looking at you with his wide, chocolate brown eyes. You take this chance and flip the both of you over so that you are on top on him. Poor Peter looks even more surprised and flustered, but before he can react you crash your lips onto his again. This kiss filled with more passion than any previous. His hands grip your hips and yours roam his body, dragging your nails lightly over the exposed skin, making Peter shiver at your touch.

guess what happens now

fuCKING GUESS

Yep

kNOCK.

KNOCK.

Ooohhhhhhhhh shit-

"Hey Peter I'm back how was schoo—" God bless poor aunt May's eyes cause Oh. Boy.
You both practically jump away from each other ( yOu wANna SEe sOMe rEAl spEED bITch?!) ( sry had to ) faces red and avoiding eye contact with anything but the floor. Nobody says anything, for, like, 2 minutes straight. Aunt May's eyes travel around the room, noticing Peter's shirt on the floor and the marks on your neck. As the seconds drag by the situation seems to become impossibly embarrassing, as you can tell by the look on Aunt May's face she thought that you two had...taken things a little further then just making out. By now Peter had pulled his shirt back over his head, and was glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Finally Aunt May cleared her throat and awkwardly just grabs her keys and hurried back out of the apartment, leaving you and Peter to glance at each other with guilty faces, before bursting out laughing.

Yes I know I'm sorry this was probably really bad and yeah. I can't really tell just hOW bad it was because I'm the one who wrote it, so it's hard to tell sometimes. But like was it too bad? Should I just stick with my fluff or like what did you all think?