#nerd!you

You and Peter were told to stay behind after class by your history teacher. You were worried. You never did anything wrong, you even had an A in the class. That was something most of your classmates found impossible. “Y/n, you know Peter, don’t you?” You nodded at your teacher, glancing back at Peter, still at his desk. “He’s getting close to be going to a D- to F in here. I want you to tutor him.”

Your teacher faced Peter, “ Parker! Do you know anything on what we are talking about?” The teacher demanded. Peter nodded. “I want you two to meet up after school two times a week without a test or quiz. Three times when there is a test or quiz.” The history teacher explained to the both of you. “Now remember, there’s a test coming up in a in four days.” The teacher added.

You held your history book tight to your chest as you followed Peter to the apartment building that he lived in. He turned his head back a few times to you before entering his apartment then his room. You attempted to have him focus and pay attention when you quized him, but he wasn’t focussing. “ Peter!” You yelled and caught his attention.

You huffed and pushed your glasses up again. It was difficult, you could recite the chapter and study guide in your sleep by now. He couldn’t even tell you what E series defense bounds were. “Okay.” You spoke, you only did this a few times. “Let’s play Strip Study. You get something right, I take off one article of clothing. You get something wrong, I dress or you strip. Okay?” You explained to him. He was suddenly interested. Of course.

You didn’t remember how or when, maybe between Captain America getting his serum or Hitler losing the war, but you found your lips kissing Peter’s. Both of your shirts and his pants and your socks scattered in the room. He blushed like no other boy you tutored, his brown eyes were very curious, and he didn’t move his hands to your red bra covered chest. “Peter, touch me.” You whispered between kisses. You hadn’t gone this far with anyone else, you never planned on it either. “Okay, okay, okay.” Peter whispered back and his eyes searched your body cluelessly. You grabbed his hands and had him touch your boobs. He rubbed them, making you moan. He smirked and started to make out with you again. You laid down and he started to work on your jeans. You grabbed his hands, stopping him. He gave you puppy eyes and pouted. “What’s a Liberty ship?” You asked. He answered it right, taking off your pants. He continued to answer questions right and you couldn’t say no to leading him further. You were turned on too.

He kissed you from you neck, paying attention to each of your breasts, down to your belly button. “Can I keep going?” He asked. You moaned, “Yes, please, yes.” Peter kissed and sucked on your sensitive nub before letting his tongue inside of you. Peter kissed your lips before standing up. He went to his desk with a large smirk and grabbed a condom. You whined with need and spred your legs.

Peter eagerly got back on top of you and slowly put himself in you. “Peter, please move,” you moaned and he obeyed and thrusted deeply in you. Your fingers gripped onto his hair on the back of his neck. “You like that? You naughty little school girl!” Peter deeply whispered. “Oh, yes. Yes!” You announced. Peter thrusted faster, intoxicated by you. You met his hips a few times, having him go deeper. “Peter, shit, Peter, I’m gonna cum!” You breathlessly moaned. “Am I going to make my naughty school girl cum?” You bit your lip, nodding, eyes tightly closed. “Good, because I’m going to be getting off soon too.” He huffed and fucked you harder. “Holy fuck,” he gasped after he came, throwing away the condom.