Peter-bad boy-Parker || Smut series

19. What he wants, he gets (smutty)

I woke up to my alarm playing my favorite song on my phone. I'm not a morning person.

I rolled off of bed and threw on a hoodie and jeans. Bundled up, grabbed a Quackson (😏) for my breakfast, and ran out the door on my way to this hell hole we call school.

I forgot to ask Peter to pick me up but I feel bad bothering him, so I'm just going to walk.

In a split second Peter pulled up in his car.

"My spidery senses told me that you needed a ride?" He asked with a grin.

"You're such a dork, but yes please." I smiled.

As Peter began to drive, he stared rubbing up and down my thigh.

"Babe c'mon it's too early for this." I Said.

"But babe, I had a dream about you last night and well..." he went quiet.

"Shit Peter, did you have a wet dream about me?!" I asked.

"Well...yes." He said.

"Really Peter? You see me every day!" I Said.

"I know, but your just so gorgeous, I can't control myself around you." He said.

I removed his hand from my thigh.

"Seriously? You're a walking porn star, you gotta chill dude." I said.

He pouted at me.

"Don't give me the puppy eyes, or you ain't getting nothing." I Said.

He frowned at turned back to the road.

"Fine." He frowned.

Fast forward to class time.

"Ok class I know your dance is on Friday but that's no excuse for work. You're going to have an essay due." This bitch said.

"Shit!" I said

"Excuse me Ms. L/N?" The bitch asked.

"Ship." I Said .

"That's what I thought." This bitch said again.

So basically it's an argumentative essay. We were asked the question, "If you were stuck on an island for 5 days with no food and you get rescued, which food restaurant should you choose to eat?" And this bitch says we need "Scientific proof and reasoning." Which takes time with research, and I'm lazy as fuck.

But I rather get it done as soon as possible, plus I'm a argumentative person so it will be pretty brief.

Throughout the day Peter kept rubbing up on me. He was such a hornball, what did he even dream about?

When we were driving home, Peter wanted me to come to his house.

"Peter I have an essay due on Friday." I Said.

"You can work on it at my house." He said.

"Fine but no funny business." I Said.

"I make no promises." He said.

I playfully hit his thigh as he continued to drive.

When we arrived at his house I immediately got on the computer. I didn't want any distractions.

An hour and a half passed by and I'm about 25% done with my essay. Well shit.

"Babeee I'm bored, take a break." Peter said.

"This takes time Peter, I'm sorry." I Said.

"I need you..." he walked up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders.