Aunt May isn’t home (Peter Parker x Reader)
A/N: I’ve been trying to upload this since yesterday, but my wifi isn’t working and I can’t upload anything. I’m sorry :( I will add the request later since I can’t open my tumblr right now!
Looking around in awe, you smile and take Peter’s hand, leading him towards the dance floor.
‘’Come on, Pete’’ you say, tugging at his hand.’’You haven’t asked me to homecoming to have me standing there!’’
After years of hoping your best friend would ask you, he finally has, giving you a chance to show him your feelings.
He just laughs, taking your hand and walking with you. A slow song is on, and he wraps his arms around your waist, a smile on his face.
‘’You know, Parker, I always thought you wouldn’t know how to dance’’ you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. He knows how to move and guides you through the song, slowly moving his body.
‘’May gave me a few lessons’’ he says, still smiling. You laugh and shake your head, putting your head on his chest. ‘’Why did you say yes?’’ he asks, whispering.
‘’Uh? What do you mean?’’
‘’Why did you accept on coming with me? I know a lot of boys asked you and you turned them down to come with me. You can do so much better’’ he whispers.
You look up and caress his cheek, a soft smile on your lips.
‘’Because you are my best friend, Peter Parker, and if I had to choose somebody to step on my feet, I would always choose you. Even if to my surprise you know how to dance’’ you say, hugging him. He kisses your hair, wrapping his arms around you even harder, but not hard enough to hurt you. ‘’Besides, why would I want to go out with them when I can go out with a boy that is also a spider?’’
‘’Sssh, don’t say that out loud’’ he says quickly, looking around.
You laugh at how paranoid he is and press your cheek to his chest, still dancing.
When the night is over, you leave the school and start your walk home. Peter’s arm is around your waist, his jacket on your shoulders as you look around your purse trying to find your keys.
‘’We have a problem’’ you say, frantically searching through everything you have in there. ‘’I don’t have my keys and my parents are out of town. Think I can stay with you?’’ you ask with hopeful eyes.
‘’Of course. But Aunt May isn’t home either’’ he says. You shrug your shoulders and keep walking, changing directions to head to Peter’s house.
Once you reach his house, you go into the bathroom to take off your makeup, and asking Peter for a t-shirt to wear overnight, you change out of your dress and into the t-shirt, long enough to cover half of your thigh.
Leaving the bathroom and walking into Peter’s room, you find him sitting on his bed and looking at his hands, his brows furrowed as if he is thinking about something. That expression quickly changes as he sees you wearing only his t-shirt, his face now serious and his eyes full with lust.
Before you can even think about it, you feel his lips against your own, his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. You kiss him back and wrap your arms softly around his neck, moaning when his tongue touches your lip asking for entrance. You open your mouth, allowing it, and softly bite his lip. He groans, his hands now on your hips, pressing you closer to him. All you can think about is the kiss and how it feel so right. You feel safe and at home, and you don’t want it to end.
You keep kissing as if there was no tomorrow, the only sound in the room being your lips crashing and your moans and Peter’s groans. You rub against him, making him groan even louder. You break apart to breathe, but that doesn’t last long, since his lips quickly travel to your neck, leaving soft kisses and stopping to create a hickey. You close your eyes, your hands still on his hair, and enjoy the moment. Seconds later, his lips are back onto yours, giving you a soft kiss before pulling apart.
‘’I… you don’t even know how long I’ve wanted to do that’’ he whispers, his mouth so close to yours you can feel his breath when he talks.
‘’Oh, trust me, I do’’ you whisper back, your lips red and swollen from kissing. You pull him in for another short kiss, enjoying the taste of his lips -a mix of mint from the gum he had been eating on the walk home, and the coke he drank on the dance.
He moves his head forward, not wanting the kiss to end, and you smile, pulling apart.
‘’Does this mean you want to go out with me?’’ he asks, whispering, locking eyes with you. You nod and smile, putting your head on his shoulder. ‘’Well, good, because it would have been such a shame not being able to kiss you again.’’
You laugh and kiss him again, making him lie on his bed, you on top of him, the soft kiss turning into another make out session.