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Gwen closed her locker with a sigh. She just finished a grueling English exam (not her best subject by the way), had to study for another big test next week, and was leading a tour group of new interns around Oscorp tomorrow after school. To say she was getting burned out with this school year would be a major understatement. Still, she managed to stay focused and at the top of her class, avoiding any distractions that would throw her future goals off course.
Well.. save for one (major) distraction. Said distraction being the ridiculously attractive boy that she couldn’t get out of her head. Her infatuation with Peter Parker was nothing new; she’d been drooling over him from a distance for the better part of the past year, however he seemed to have no idea. Actually, he seemed to be oblivious to just how irresistible he was, in general. From her limited interactions with him, she could conclude that he was quiet, painfully shy, and seemed to lack confidence, which made her heart hurt. She wanted to drill into his brain (repeatedly and loudly) just how irresistible and amazing she found him.
And it wasn’t just his looks; probably the only thing more attractive to her than Peter’s permanently floppy hair, those soft eyes, his full lips, (hell, his face), were the times when he would stutter through an answer to a question in class that had everyone else stumped, or go out of his way to take pictures for someone who didn’t even have the decency to treat him like a human being unless they wanted something from him. Or, she thought bitterly, to stand up for someone against that fucking Neanderthal, Flash Thompson, even though no one looked twice and often sat around laughing when Peter was the unfortunate victim of his wrath. She had finally been in the right place at the right time yesterday and interjected herself between the two of them. It took a huge amount of restraint on her part to keep from raising her knee into Flash’s crotch in a completely rash display of her and protectiveness, and she settled for public humiliation instead which worked just as well.
That had led to her finally mustering up the courage to talk to Peter when they sat down in class. She wasn’t sure how well he would react after just getting the shit kicked out of him, but when he blinked at her with those huge, warm, doe eyes, she couldn’t stop herself from teasingly asking him his name.
Gwen rarely found herself lacking in confidence or assertiveness, but boys were a subject she had very limited experience with, being too focused on school. Sometimes, she thought she caught Peter sneaking glances at her, but then would tell herself she was looking too much into things that weren’t really there. Hey, she could be shy too.
But something about yesterday’s interaction left her feeling more confident that the attraction wasn’t just one-sided. Maybe it was the fact that Peter knew her name, or the shy smile he gave her, or the fact that he was still looking at her when she turned around again to tell him that he should still go to the nurse.
Regardless, she found herself becoming so preoccupied with Peter Parker that it was likely going to end one of two ways: with her exploding from horniness, or being unable to resist shooting her shot and potentially embarrassing herself.
And it seemed as though today would be the latter.
“Can’t afford a shirt, Parker? No one wants to see those twigs you call arms.”
She heard Flash’s voice coming from down the hall and immediately whipped her head towards the sound. Flash and his goons were lingering, but as soon as he caught her glare, his eyes widened, and he subtlety nudged his buddies to keep walking. She may not have muscles, but holding someone’s GPA in the palm of her hands worked wonders. She tore her gaze from Flash’s retreating form back to where Peter stood by his locker and promptly almost collapsed.
Peter was standing in front of his open locker and depositing a textbook inside, which was in no way out of the usual. What was out of the usual was his current state of attire. Or lack thereof.
In place of his usual long sleeve shirt and hoodie combo was a tight, black wife beater, which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Peter always wore baggy clothes, so to see the curves of his biceps and the definition in his upper arms was the most pleasant surprise she could ever ask for. She trailed her gaze lower to his lightly veined and corded forearms and tried to swallow, though she found that her mouth was suddenly very dry.
Realizing that she had been staring for an unexplainably long amount of time, she snapped her gaze back up to Peter’s face, and to Gwen’s horror, found him looking right back at her. He quickly averted his gaze, a flush creeping its way up his neck. Before Gwen could think about what she was doing, she started walking in Peter’s direction with a purpose.
Gwen watched as he surreptitiously raised his head again, eyes widening as he saw her approaching him in the now empty hallway. She stopped in front of him, meeting his gaze with a coy smile.
“Hi Peter,” she said in a voice that she hoped sounded more composed than she felt.
“H-hey,” Peter stammered, and raised a hand to rub the back of his neck, causing his bicep to bulge, deliciously. Gwen felt saliva pooling in her mouth. “How’s it going?”
“I feel like I should be asking you that question,” she said, referring to the pummeling he had taken yesterday. “How’s your head?”
“Oh,” he waved his hand, dismissively. “It’s fine— great, actually. Still works, you know?”
Gwen laughed at his adorable rambling. “I’m glad.”
“Yea,” he grinned back at her, causing butterflies to swarm in her belly. “Yea, me too.”
They continued to smile at each other awkwardly for a moment before Gwen asked, “do you wanna go to class?”
Peter’s face fell and his shoulders (broad, deliciously bare shoulders) drooped, minutely. “Um.. yea, no problem, I—I’ll just see you arou—”
“I meant with me,” she clarified. “Do you want to walk together?”
“Oh,” Peter’s eyes brightened again, and he all but resembled an excited, oversized puppy. “Yea, for sure.”
They started walking side by side in comfortable silence. At one point, Gwen accidentally brushed against Peter’s bare arm and heard a sharp intake of breath from beside her as goosebumps erupted under her sleeve.
“Aren’t you cold?” Gwen asked, stealing a glance at the boy beside her.
“Hm?” Peter blinked at her, and then glanced down at his bare arms. “Oh, no I’m fine. Our washer and dryer broke down last week and they just delivered the new unit this morning, so I was kind of limited on options.”
Gwen watched as he tried to discreetly cover the arm that was facing her with the backpack that was slung on his shoulder. It was a display of self-consciousness that made her sad, and she was once again struck with the urge to stomp his insecurities into the ground and eradicate them completely.
She found herself unable to stop the words that were bubbling up her throat. “I think it looks good,” Gwen felt her face heat up, but she needed him to hear her. Hear what she was really saying. “You do, I mean. Um.. You look really good.”
They came to a stop in front of their classroom and Gwen risked a glance up at Peter, who seemed to be struggling to form words, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“You, uhh… you look good, too,” Peter rushed out. “I mean—” he ran a hand through his messy hair, making Gwen’s brain short-circuit. “I mean, you always look good. Jeez, I totally didn’t mean for that to sound creepy or anything, I just— what I meant to say is, I just think you’re—”
At that moment, they were cutoff by their teacher poking his head out of the door and asking if they would be joining the rest of the class anytime soon. Faces heating, both students ducked their heads and scampered inside the classroom.
***
Peter took his seat just in front and to the left of Gwen. The next hour was the longest of her life as she tried to focus on anything other than Peter’s biceps flexing as he took things out of his backpack, and the muscles of his forearms rippling lightly as he took notes. She was glad they were in math, and that she could easily catch up with the material in a 30-minute study session at home.
By the end of class, Gwen was squirming in her seat, and a steady throbbing had started between her thighs. She didn’t know if it was the intense level of horniness that Peter’s bare arms had inspired in her, but a completely irrational and enticing idea was blooming in her mind and she didn’t want to wait until she lost her nerve to act on it. She was more confident that it would be well-reciprocated after their fumbling conversation outside of the classroom.
Glancing at the clock and seeing that there were about five minutes left in what was their last class of the day, Gwen excused herself to go to the bathroom. As she stood from her seat, she saw Peter’s head snap up and follow her movements. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked out of the classroom, and she smiled to herself in anticipation.
Peter Parker wasn’t gonna know what hit him.
***
Gwen stood around the corner of the hallway and waited for her class to get out. She knew that Peter was usually the last one to walk out of the classroom, likely in an effort to avoid unwanted attention and ride his skateboard through the halls without getting caught. She waited for the rush of students to make their way out of the building before she heard the familiar sound of wheels in the hall.
A few seconds later, Peter passed by where she was hiding around the corner, non the wiser, and Gwen stepped out behind him. He was riding at a slow pace, and she was able to easily catch up to him, his wheels masking the sound of her footsteps. They were coming up on an empty classroom, that had been vacant the entire school year, on their right.
Now or never, Stacy.
Gwen reached out and grabbed Peter’s arm at the same time she pushed the classroom door open. Pulling him backwards, they both stumbled into the room, the door swinging shut behind them.
Peter’s eyes were wild as he gathered his bearings, getting impossibly bigger when he realized who exactly his abductor was.
“Gwen?” Peter’s brows were furrowed as he stared at her in utter confusion. “What are you— mmph!”
Peter was cut off by a pair of insistent but soft lips slanting across his, causing his eyes to nearly pop out of his skull. He thought it was possible that he was delirious when Gwen went out of her way to speak to him today, to tell him that she thought he looked good, but now he was certain that he suffered a concussion yesterday. There was no fathomable reason that the girl of his dreams, a girl that was way out of his league, would be pulling him into an empty classroom to make out. It didn’t make any sense.
Gwen pulled back, and Peter was ashamed at the way he ducked his head to chase her lips with his own.
“I can hear you thinking,” she panted, lightly. “What is it?” She hated to put a pause on what was happening right now, but consent was important to her. She wanted to make sure that Peter was on board.
“I—I just—” Peter stammered and shook his head. “I don’t understand. What is this?”
Gwen sighed. No time to come clean like the presence. Go big or go home, I guess.
“I… I can’t stop thinking about you. I mean, you’ve been driving me crazy, Peter. And then you show up today like this,” she gestured to his bare arms, “and I’ve been so turned on all day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to tell you how I feel.”
“How you… feel?” Peter was flabbergasted, “wait— turned on??”
Gwen took a deep breath. “Peter, I’m so attracted to you, it’s ridiculous. Sometimes I think that maybe you feel the same way, but I’m not sur—”
“I DO!” Peter nearly shouted, before lowering his volume when he realized that they were probably not the only two people left in the building. “Gwen, I do— I have felt the same way. I just.. you’re so beautiful, and you’re the smartest person I know and you could have literally any guy you want. I never thought it was even possible that you would look at me that way.”
Gwen didn’t like the words that were coming out of his mouth, but she figured the best way to convince him was with action.
“I don’t want any other guy.” Gwen put her hands on Peter’s jaw to make sure he was paying attention. “Whether or not you believe it, you’re a catch, Peter Parker. And seeing as how you’ve been hiding these under all those baggy clothes,” Gwen ran her hands down his arms while Peter stared at her, dumbfounded, “I am very motivated today to convince you of that.”
Peter nodded, eagerly, before shooting Gwen a playful grin she’d never seen on his face before. It made heat curl low in her belly.
“You know, I’m a pretty hard guy to convince.” Peter said, tentatively putting his hands on her waist.
“I’m counting on it.”
Gwen pulled Peter back down to her mouth, hands immediately diving into his hair. Peter’s own hands were beginning to get adventurous as they slid up her waist, thumbs rubbing across her ribcage and dangerously close to the sides of her breasts.
Gwen sighed, and Peter ran his tongue gently over her lower lip, wanting more than anything to taste more of her. She opened to him, and Peter tentatively touched his tongue to hers before becoming more assertive, firmly rubbing over hers and then curling his along the roof of her mouth in a move that sent a shudder through her body.
They pulled apart a few minutes later, both gasping for air.
“You’re good at that,” Gwen said, still trying to catch her breath, and she could see Peter perk up at the praise, although his face flushed an adorable red.
“I’ve thought about this a lot,” eyes skirting between hers and the floor. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.” His eyes settled on her lips, which already felt tender and swollen, and Gwen saw his eyes darken before he dove back in to capture her mouth in another kiss; this one more desperate and with a hint of teeth on her lower lip.
They continued to kiss and grope each other until Gwen couldn’t stand it anymore. She broke away from Peter’s insistent lips again, and he compensated by sucking open-mouthed kisses along her neck while his thumbs stroked the undersides of her breasts. “Peter,” Gwen gasped, trying to remember what she wanted to tell him that was so important. “Peter, the desk.”
Peter raised his head from Gwen’s neck and looked at her questioningly, before noticing the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom, eyes brightening in realization.
Gwen pulled Peter backwards until the back of her knees hit the desk and he lifted her to sit on it, biceps bunching and flexing, deliciously. Gwen eyed his arms hungrily and when Peter followed her gaze, he blushed again to the roots of his hair.
“I know I’m pretty scrawny, you don’t have to pretend—”
“Shut up, Peter.” Gwen said before smashing their lips together for what seemed like the millionth time this afternoon, nails digging into Peter’s bare shoulders causing him to groan.
Now that Gwen was on the desk, their bodies were pressed tightly together. Her skirt had ridden up around her hips and Peter could feel a heat coming from between her legs against the thin fabric of his tank top. He looked down and was met with the sight of delicious, creamy thighs and a hint of red panties peeking out from under the skirt.
“Oh my God,” Peter groaned, licking his lips. “Gwen, I want—”
“Touch me,” she said. “Do it, please.”
Peter nodded and reached his hand down between her legs, stroking over the damp fabric of her panties.
“Jesus, you’re soaked.”
Gwen whined, “convinced yet?”
Peter’s eyes were intensely fixated on his hand between her legs. “Not quite yet.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Gwen’s panties, looking at her questioningly before pulling them down her legs when she nodded. His fingers returned, and when they brushed over her clit her hips bucked aggressively, causing Peter’s forearm to bump between her legs.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, and went to readjust before an urgent “wait” escaped Gwen’s lips.
“Do— do you think you can…?” She broke off, pink blooming on her cheeks. Gwen grabbed Peter’s hand and lowered it until his upper arm was where his hand had been a moment ago. Her elevated height on the desk made it so Peter didn’t have to bend down at all to do what she had in mind.
Peter looked at her, puzzled, until Gwen scooted closer to the edge of the desk, skirt riding further up, and brushed the lips of her pussy against his bicep.
Peter’s eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of his head as he realized what she was planning to do. “Holy shit,” Peter whispered, unable to believe that this was real life.
He watched, jaw on the floor, as Gwen pressed her cunt more firmly against his bicep, her lips spreading around the curve of the muscle.
Peter was panting now like he just ran a marathon, and he was hard enough to pound nails. To say that it felt like his dick was suffocating in his jeans was an understatement, but there was no way he would interrupt what was about to happen; even if someone walked in on them right now.
Gwen whimpered and began to rock her hips, pussy slick enough that she glided easily over the muscle of his arm. His mouth watered as her heady scent hit his nostrils. Peter wished he could bury his face between her legs right now but he was fascinated watching her grind against his arm and seeing his flesh glistening with her juices. He tentatively placed a hand on her hip and started to help her in her movements, emboldened when Gwen gasped and anchored one arm around his neck, holding on for dear life. The nails of her other hand were digging into the back of the arm she was riding. Peter prayed that the marks she left would last forever. He’d wear a tank top to school every day so that everyone could see that he was claimed by the most gorgeous girl in the universe.
“I’m close,” Gwen panted. “God, Peter, I—” she cut off with a whine when Peter flexed his bicep, giving her something more solid to grind against. Reading his thoughts, she said, “I wish you’d come to school like this every day.” She was chasing her orgasm now, really grinding down and the pressure in his arm was becoming painful in the most delicious way. He hoped it would bruise. “My grades would go to absolute crap and you’d definitely steal valedictorian from me, but I think—” her breath hitched and her hips started to lose their rhythm, and Peter could do nothing but watch and listen with more attention than he’d ever paid in the walls of this building before. “I think that’s an acceptable sacrifice if it means I get to touch you at the end of the day— oh!”
Gwen pulled him into a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than lips, and Peter could feel her clit pulsing as she came against his arm. Jesus, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at a teacher’s desk in this school ever again without popping a massive boner and risking creaming his pants.
Gwen started to come down from her high, and pulled away from Peter’s mouth, wanting to see his face as she dropped a hand to cup the sizable bulge in his tight jeans.
“G-Gwen—” he sputtered, a bit too loudly for their current setting.
“Shhh,” Gwen opened the button on Peter’s jeans and tugged the zipper down, hearing a sigh of relief escape his mouth. She tugged the waistband of his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free, and felt her pussy clench as she took in the size of him.
“You’re just hiding all sorts of secrets, aren’t you?”
Even in the unlit classroom Gwen could see Peter flush bright red from his neck to the tips of his ears, groaning and burying his face in her neck as Gwen reached down to cup his balls. His hips bucked forward, seemingly of their own accord, and Gwen licked a wet stripe across her palm before wrapping her fingers around his cock.
Peter could feel his eyes crossing where his face was buried in Gwen’s neck when she began to stroke him. Her hand was the softest, most incredible thing he had ever felt, and peeking down to see her small, dainty fingers wrapped around him was better than any dream about this he’d ever had. And boy, had he dreamed. He was already so keyed up from watching her completely defile his arm that it only took a couple of minutes before he was stuttering out a frantic, “I—I’m gonna—” and cutting off on a harsh groan when Gwen switched to short, rapid strokes on the ridge of his head, tearing out his orgasm with a force that had him stumbling to keep his balance.
Gwen cupped him tenderly as he began to soften and continued to pant into the soft skin of her neck.
“Gwen, that was…” He pulled his face out of her neck to look at her, reverently. “That was amazing… You’re amazing.”
Her cheeks tinged a light pink, “I’ve done a lot of research.” Peter smiled at her adoringly because of course she had. “I’ve been hoping that this would happen for awhile, and I wanted to be prepared.”
Peter still couldn’t wrap his head around that, and wanted to kick himself for not noticing sooner. “Looks like I’ve gotta step up my game. You kinda caught me off guard, but I’ll catch up.” He shot Gwen a dorky grin and her heart melted. “I’m a quick learner.”
“I know you are.” She smiled back.
They got up to right themselves and get dressed. Gwen went over to the classroom closet to get paper towels and wipe her hand clean.
She turned around to walk back over to Peter, and let out a small squeak when she came almost face to face with him. A complete contrast from a few moments ago, he now looked like his usual mix of bashful and nervous, which amused her considering what they had just done.
“Gwen,” he said, softly, wringing his hands. “I know we kind of did this whole thing backwards, but I’d really, really love to take you out. We could go see a movie, or get dinner, or ice cream, or whatever you want, really, I just wanna spend time with you and—”
“Peter.” She gently cut off his rambling and pulled him into a soft kiss. It was so different from the other kisses they had shared so far and probably her favorite one, her top lip blanketed gently by both of his.
He looked a bit dazed when she pulled back, eyes glazed over and lips still parted as he stared down at her. She couldn’t believe he still had doubts about how she felt, but now she would have the opportunity to convince him as long as he’d let her.
“I’d love that,” she said, and she felt the corners of her mouth lift when his eyes brightened. “I don’t care what we do as long as it’s with you.”
Peter grinned, and the butterflies took flight again.
***
The next morning, Gwen stood in front of her locker to grab a book for her first class. She was still in a daze after yesterday’s events, and a bit tired from texting back and forth with a certain someone a bit too late into the night.
“Back to dressing like a homeless person, huh Parker?”
She felt like she was having déjà vu as she turned her head in Peter’s direction and saw him opening his locker, eyes on the floor. Jesus, the prick just never quits, she thought as the familiar protective feeling for him rose in her stomach with a vengeance.
She walked to his locker for the second day in a row, silently debating on how she would make her point to the mouth-breather who was still hovering nearby.
Just like yesterday, Peter’s eyes met hers and while his gaze still skittered shyly to the floor, she could see a small smile tugging at his lips.
She stopped in front of him, and without a moment’s hesitation, brought a hand to the back of his neck and sealed their lips together in a brief, but slightly school-inappropriate kiss. She caught a glimpse of the absolutely dumbstruck look on Flash’s face, and satisfaction roiled in her belly.
She pulled back and trailed her hand down Peter’s arm to brush his fingers with hers, and he eagerly twisted his hand to press their palms together, fingers entwining with hers.
“Hi,” she whispered, a coy smile on her face.
His answering grin was breathtaking. “Hi.”
They started walking to class, hand-in-hand.
She’d kiss Peter a thousand times a day if it kept that smile on his face, and honestly, that sounded like the best use of her time she could think of to date.