“I am. Just for a couple of weeks before I’m off to shoot another movie.” Tom’s smooth voice rang in my ear.
“Oh, um, wow. That’s great! I-I’ve missed you.” Tom and I have been close friends for years. I can’t deny that, in those years, I started to develop feelings for him. He and I would flirt sometimes but nothing ever really came from it. No matter how much I wished there would.
“I missed you too, Y/N.” I blushed. “How about this? I’ll come over tonight. Just you, me and a movie. Sounds good?”
“That sounds amazing.” I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling so widely.
Smut ahead. Short and crappy. I tried to make my mind as dirty as ever.
I just wanna get some.
You walked through the halls of Midtown school of Science and Tech. “ Hey, Y/n. ” you heard someone call. You turned to see the Angel. Peter Parker, most popular guy in the school. He was pure perfection. He is nice and smart. Way to out of your league, you thought.
“ H-hey Peter. H-how is it going? ” you asked as you struggled to carry your books. He gave you the perfect smile and replied, “ I’m good, you need help with those? ” he offered as you can’t help but smile and was about to reply until…
“ Babe! ” someone called out. You saw it was Liz making her way to Peter and You. She is practically your crush’s girlfriend.
“ Oh hey Liz, wha- ” the boy was cut off when Liz pressed a heated kiss on his lips making you look down in awkwardness and jealousy. You looked up and was met Liz’s glared as she kissed Peter, practically telling you ’ stay away from my boyfriend, you bitch. ’ You automatically scrambled away and ran to your class.
The two broke the kiss. Liz wave Peter bye and left making him confuse and spun to talk to you. But you were no where to be found.
Here’s the thing, he likes you. Ever since he saw you at Robotics class building that lego robot. He was stunned. You may not know but he would practically stalk you. He found it really a turn on when you would tie your hair and would remove your glasses when answering a problem in calculus class.
’ Peter ~ stop, not there please. ’ you begged as you felt Peter’s lips on you neck as his hands glided down to your core. ’ I can’t help it Y/n. ’ he said as his hot breath touched your sensitive skin. Your hands traveled to his hair as he pressed sticky and slow kiss up your neck as his lips made its way to your neck. ’ Peter grinds his self to your back as your breath hitch as you felt his pent up friend touch your bum. He was enjoying the moment.…until. ’
“Peter? Earth to Peter. ”
Peter’s trance broke as his eyes met his professor’s glare. Everyone in the room looked at him awkwardly. “ pay attention Parker!!” his professor snared as he walked away from Peter. Peter’s gaze landed on you as you stared at him. Your face look as innocent as usual. And cute he added.
He smiled goofily with a hand scratching his backhead awkwardly while looking at you. You found it cute as you giggled and looked away back to the board.
Peter can’t help but feel really good. He looked down to his pants to see a tent.
If you survive First Impressions, you’re good to go.
Peter first met his daddy’s new friend when he accidentally crashed his motorbike into a wall.
In all fairness, a little bit of that might have been his fault. He’d been running down the road to try and chase after the important papers he and his daddy had been working on together, and might not have been looking exactly where he’d been going as he neared the corner of the street. It was a quiet road, though! There weren’t usually bikes or cars or anything!
The first thing Peter thought when he saw the bike veering around the bend and straight toward Peter was ‘my daddy’s going to kill me if he finds out I didn’t follow all his rules about being safe on the roads’. The second, of course, was ‘this isn’t going to go well for me’ and then, finally, the third; ‘hm- I didn’t know bikes could turn that quickly.’
He watched, mildly curious, as there was a muffled yell through the helmet and then a sudden, loud scratching noise as the person slammed on the brakes and spun the bike around. Peter was close enough to get a few bits of gravel in his face, and he winced, shutting his eyes against the sharp bits of rock that flew off the road. He heard the bike continue to rev wildly, before there was an ominous crunching noise and the sound of tyres skidding over concrete.