Author: gamerdestiny

Warnings: a little bit of smut

Another normal day at Midtown School of Science and Technology. Classes. Assignments. Some project to work on. Teachers giving us more work than we can handle. Nothing new. But there was one thing which was different, and that was Peter staring at my chest.

"Dude stop! We know you two are dating now and have probably made out as well but no need to rub it in. Especially like that," Ned remarks. MJ smirks, while I just laugh. Peter still had a very confused look on his face. He momentarily looked at Ned, before his eyes fell back to my chest. "Okay stop!" I laugh, moving closer to him, pushing him towards our last class of the day. "Something is wrong with your bra," he points it out. "Wha- no- nothing is wrong," my cheeks turn red. "Then if nothing is wrong with your bra, then something is wrong with your b-chest," he says, whispering the last word. "Are you saying something is wrong with my boobs?" I ask. His eyes widen, he looks around nervously, "Don't say it out loud." "Boobies?" "Y/N!" "Titties?" "Y/-" "Tits?" He covers my mouth with his hand, his eyes wide and face red, "Just please don't." His extreme awkwardness makes me laugh even more. He removes his hand cautiously. "Okay, let's go inside," I tell him. He nods, then we walk inside the class.

Sir decided to divide the whole class into two groups for a debate, so it was very crowded. I was standing behind Peter and Stan, not super into the discussion for the 'against' side of the topic. Stan was super into it, moving his hands wildly while explaining his argument. It was all fine, till he elbowed me straight on my chest, on the breast to be exact, making me groan in pain, taking a step away from them. Peter instantly felt my absence, turning to see me bent over the desk, "Hey, hey, what happened? Are you okay?" "Yes, uhh, I'm fine," I reply, breathing through the pain. "You don't seem fine," he replied, worried. "But I am," I say, standing straight, "Let's get this stupid debate over with."

*After class, at Peter's place*

"I'm so glad this day is done and over with," I say, lying down on his bed, my jacket and bag tossed aside on the floor. Peter follows me inside, closing his bedroom door behind him, picking up my jacket and bag, and keeping it on the chair, chuckling at me. "What's up with you today?" He asks. "Nothing... Can you get me some ice?" I ask. "I knew Stan hurt you-" "No I-" "Wait I'll get you some ice," saying that he walks out of the room. Bringing ice in a small bowl, he sets it on the bedside table, then sits beside me, "Tell me where does it hurt?" I sat up on the bed, "I can deal with it." "No no! Let me help-" he says, pushing me back on the bed. "But-" "C'mon-" "No-" "Why won't you tell me?" he asks, annoyed. "Because it was a surprise, and if I showed it to you now then it won't be a surprise. I mean it will be but... it's still sore," I say, very desperately trying to not look him in the eye. His eyes widen a little, "What is it?" "Itsnipplepiercings," I mumble. "Sorry?" I groan, "It's... nipple... piercings." His face looked like it was a deer caught in headlights, "You got... that?" he asks, "There?" pointing at my chest. I nod. He goes quiet, then quickly jumps off the bed, closes his bedroom door, locking it, and pulls his school hoodie off, "Pull off your shirt." I burst into giggles. "I'll do it myself if you don't," he warns. I take off my shirt slowly, being careful of the chest. He jumps on his bed, moving between my legs, then bends down to kiss me. My laughter dies down, deepening the kiss. His hands feel around my waist, then he traps my hands in his, then moves it over my head. His kisses shift lower to my neck. He was not wasting any time, "Can I take off your bra?" he asks, both of our breaths heavy. "You don't have to ask that every time," I reply, smiling at him. I sit up a little, letting him unhook my bra. He helps me out of it. And then he pauses his actions, just staring. It would've felt super romantic, but he looked downright terrified. "Peter, are you okay?" I ask slowly. "Didn't this hurt?" he asks, looking me in the eyes. "Eh, not so much. They numb it out an-" "Wait, someone else had to do this right?" I nodded. "Was it a man or a woman?" I went quiet. "Y/N?" "It was a man," I reply. He sat up straighter, "A man saw your top half-naked?" "He was a nice guy, not handsy at all. He did his job, and then we left." I explain. "Who's we?" He asks, now sounding angry. "MJ and I," I answer. "MJ let a man touch you? AND SHE WATCHED?" He seemed outraged now. He started to move away, probably to call MJ. "No! No no!" I sit up in a hurry, grabbing hold of his arm. He tried to move away again, and I knew he would make a scene so I did the only thing that came to my mind at that moment. I took his index and middle finger in my mouth and started sucking on it. All his actions faltered, "Y/N-" "You have a shirtless girlfriend, with sore nipples, lying on the bed for you. I'm sure you can do your arguing later," I explain. His harsh looks turn soft, "I'm sorry." He brings himself back to his original positions, then lowers down, pushing me back with him, "I'm sorry." Planting a soft kiss on my neck, he starts kissing me on my lips. His hands were resting on two different places, one on my waist, while the other in my hair, pulling and tugging at it lightly. After kissing for a bit, he stops, "Tell me where does it hurt?" There was so much love and affection in his eyes, that my words pretty much died down in my throat. "Baby, I'm here for you. Tell me." I took his hands in mine, then moved them over the piercings, hissing when his digits grazed them. He kisses me again, then picks up the bowl of ice, but instead of keeping the ice in his hand, he holds it with his teeth. "What are you doing?" I ask, curiosity getting the best of me. "A little bit 50 shades," he says, with a wink. Before I can object, he stoops down, and the ice between his teeth comes in contact with my right nipple. The cold of the ice, as soon as it touches my skin, my back arches off the bed. I bite into my lip, trying not to moan because Aunt May was at home. Peter swirls the ice around my nipple, which had turned into a hard bud now. "You like it?" He asks. "Shit yes," I hiss, my voice hoarse. The soreness in my breast was replaced by the cold sensation of pleasure and it was fucking perfect. Making sure to give equal attention, he starts rubbing the ice on my other nipple. Just as the ice melts, the water drips down to the middle, flowing up to my neck, the cold making me shiver under him. When the ice melts, he places soft kisses on my nipples, then taking my right nipple in his mouth, he starts swirling his tongue around, which was grazing against the piercings. His tongue and lips, everything was cold because of the ice. The cold kept making me arch my back in pleasure, so Peter places one hand on my stomach, pushing me back on the bed. For so long I was gripping onto the sheets, but his little power move pushed me to the edge. I use my hands to untie the knot in his gym shorts, trying to pull it down. But instead of sucking me harder, he stops everything, pulling my hands away. I groan in frustration, "Whyyy???" "First, we have to do homework, and second, May is still at home," he says sitting up. "But, we'll be quiet," I argue back, freeing my hands from his, to tug at his shorts again. Helping me up,and of course pulling my hands away,  he kisses me hard on my lips, "If you finish homework quickly with me, then I promise, I'll let you do whatever you want." Clasping my bra, I look at him, "Whatever?" "Whatever," he replies, smiling at me. "Blowjob, here I come," I say, picking up my bag off the chair, dumping everything out on the floor, which included the worksheets I had for homework. Peter laughs at my actions but joins me nonetheless.