#crossdressing!peter

Read the first part! Still giving a shout out to @centixue whose artwork inspired the last part of this fic. Based on this video. This was a request!  

I just wanted to say I love the demand for dom!Michelle because I have really never been behind the theory of pining!Michelle. Who wouldn’t give Peter the look™? Michelle knows what she’s about and giving our homeboy looks doesn’t mean she’s fawning. 

This is just a follow-up but I’ll still tag it: LipSyncBattle!Peter, Crossdressing!Peter, Spideychelle. And yes, dom!Michelle and sub!Peter. 

In Michelle’s defense, her building interest in Peter is accidental at best.

Sure he’s Spider-Man, and it’s really fun holding that over him because he thinks it’s a secret, but that didn’t necessarily make the benign white boy any more interesting to her.

It’s one thing to be a hero, it’s another thing to be fun.

She thinks Peter is as straight laced as they come. There’s nothing mysterious about him once you know his secret.

And Michelle even holds a bit of disdain for how easily she figured it out. Peter and Ned were dumb enough to talk about it in gym class. Not that she’d ever tell him about that. It’s funny to hold over him, watch him squirm when trying to lie to her.

But that dance had certainly changed her mind. There is something different about him. He has a confidence she hadn’t noticed before.

After all, Peter Parker is known for being shy. It took him months to talk to Liz without babbling. He wasn’t anyone Michelle thought she could be interested in.

But after seeing that little mischievous glint in his eye when he performed for them, that kid became someone Michelle would like to get to know.

And it would be so much fun to tease that person out of him.

Ever since he danced for them, Michelle has to admit she enjoys the way he gets nervous around her whenever she approaches. She stops by to bother him again and again between classes just to see if anything changes. For days, he stumbles through his words like he did with Liz.

It gets worse if she tries to embarrass him.

So Michelle starts winking at him when other people aren’t looking.

It’s innocent enough that he couldn’t call it flirting, but she likes the confusion on his face and the panic in his eyes whenever she does it. Once in awhile, if it was risky enough, she can get him to blush.

There is something pretty mysterious in the rosy red of his cheeks that she just has to explore.

So Michelle keeps it up, occasionally ‘fixing’ Peter’s hair for him after Ned walks away.

Every time she comes near him, the boy holds his breath.

He’s making this too fun for her to resist.

One day, Michelle swears that he was about to ask her out. As much as that was what she’s getting at, she can’t resist trying to milk a few more days out of him. So she changes the subject.

He starts “I was thinking, we don’t get to see each other much-”

“Well, we do have chemistry,” Michelle says knowing exactly what he thinks she means.

“We do?” He looks surprised and Michelle just points to the classroom they’re standing right next to. She pretends that was really all she meant. Chemistry class.

“Oh.” Peter looks disappointed and Michelle does her best to pretend she didn’t notice.

Okay so, that was mean. Still, that moment of excitement from him made her feel goosebumps.

So Michelle and Peter go to Chemistry class together.

Michelle sits right next to Peter instead of at the front like she usually does.

Peter can’t help but feel like that means something because she never sits so close to him. She’s leaning into their work, only a few inches from him.

Peter swears she’s doing this to him on purpose. It makes him nervous that she’s so close when he still hasn’t figured out what was so interesting. He’s two seconds from asking what she’s up to when she beats him to it.

“Cat got your tongue, Parker?” she asks, a feigned innocence to her tone.

Peter is ashamed of the little giggle that came out of him. She was messing with his head. “I’m fine,” he lies.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone your secret.” To Peter, she couldn’t have meant Spider-Man. As far as Peter knew, she still hadn’t figured that out.

“What secret?”

“That innocent little Peter Parker can dance so well in booty shorts and a wig.” As he tried to focus on their teacher and avoid looking at her, Michelle wasn’t sure Peter could blush any harder or look any more scandalized.

So naturally, she tries her best to make it happen:  “What I would do to get you to dance like that again,” she mused just loud enough for him to hear.

Peter’s head turned to her so fast she could hear the snap. She looks to the teacher intently like she hadn’t said anything. She didn’t look away until class ended.

Deciding she had won, she gave Peter his due goodbye. He was still staring at her, of course.

“I’ll see you around, Peter”