Story V:

Tell Me: It seems that empty class rooms can have many advantages, you just have to be creative.

Word Count: 1,779

Author's Note: SMUT WARNING. That's all this one shot is. Pure smut. The summary honestly sucks but thats pretty much the entire sum of what happens haha. Enjoy my lovelies xx

"Peter!?" Gwen whispered in the most stern voice she could manage while keeping her voice down. Oh god. what is he doing?! He can't be serious.

Peter just smirked at her and even in the dim lighting of the empty classroom, she could see him bite his lip, raising his eyebrow suggestively.

"What?" He whispered back, sounding almost innocent, but she knew so much better.

Gwen kept her glare fixated on his brown eyes. After a minute had passed Peter realized he wasn't going to get anywhere with his stubborn girlfriend, so he figured he had to.. improvise.

Peter stepped closer to her, placing a warm hand on the small of her back. His cologne completely consumed the air around them. She could feel Peter playing with the delicate hem of her sweater the air around them grew hotter.

Peter trailed his hand down to where he plaid skirt ended and inched his hand underneath the fabric, tracing the outline of her smooth porcelain skin. She tried to muffle a gasp with her hand but he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them behind her with his free hand.

"Peter I swear, someone is going to come in, we are going to get in so much trouble plus how the hell am I supposed to explain this to my pare-" he cut off her angry rambling with a kiss. After he pulled away, he grinned when he saw Gwen was struggling to catch her breath after a simple kiss.

"We won't get caught Gwen, don't worry." He said winking at her. Peter aimed his wrist towards the door nob and short a web, his own personal way of making sure the door stayed locked. Peter turned his attention back to his beautiful girlfriend- who was still glaring at him- and ran his hand under her skirt and over the skin of her thigh. "Have I ever told you that I love this skirt? It reminds me of something a naughty school girl would wear." He grinned against her neck when her heard her gasp.

"Peter!" She hissed again through clenched teeth. She could feel the blush burning through her veins as she stared into his eyes, practically black with desire. "Peter we-we're late for class!" She said, stumbling over her words as she tired to push away the feeling Peter was giving her as he teasingly traced circles on the outside of her thigh. Just a touch from him was enough to practically drive her insane.

Peter leaned in and whispered into her ear, "I promise no one will catch us." He pecked her nose too, making her giggle as he released her wrists and moved his hands to cup her waist. He hoisted her onto the desk and kissed his beautiful girlfriend full on the mouth. He groaned against her soft lips. He hadn't been able to kiss her properly in days now.

All her worries about getting caught fled her mind as the excitement seeped into her body. Gwen wrapped her slender arms around his neck, tightening her grip, pulling his chest tight against hers.

Their soft kiss was unraveling at the seems as it turned open mouthed and almost desperate as she tugged his coat off. Her cold hands making him shiver and she pulled off his tee shirt and traced the contours of his muscles.

Peter smiled against her lips when he felt her breathing increase as he pushed her sweater slowly up, exposing her stomach. He pulled the fabric over her head in one swift moved and pushed her gently to lay on her back. The desk was freezing compared to her burning skin. Seemingly getting hotter by the second as Peter trailed his lips over her stomach, one had playing with the waist band of her skirt.

Gwen involuntarily arched her back into his touch when he pulled his lips away. She whimpered at the sudden loss of contact and he chuckled as he moved to hover over her. Pecking her lips quickly a couple times, making her smile. He traced the indent of her dimple with his thumb as her cheeks turned red.

Peter ran his hand along the inside of her thighs and pushed her legs apart. Peter swallowed her moan as he kissed her with as much passion as he could manage. her slender arms were wrapped gently around his neck, one hand softly stroking his back.

But when he moved to rub in between her thighs, she lost control. Gwen threw her head back against the desk and wrapped one of her small hands in his hair. The one that was tracing delicate patterns was now leaving crescent moon shaped indentations on his skin from her nails. He was barely touching her and it was driving her crazy. Gwen moved her hips against him, trying to get some friction. Anything. But he would just move his hand slightly out of reach.

Gwen couldn't help but to whimper in frustration. "Easy, love." He whispered into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

"Peter, please." She begged him. Damn that boy. Only he had this effect on her. Only he could get her mind this far from worrying about getting into trouble.

"Please what?" He whispered teasingly. Pulling back to look at her with a knowing smirk. "Tell me what you want."

Gwen felt her cheeks flame up. Well this is new. He had never had her say what she wanted. He knew she was insanely shy. "You." Was the only thing she could force out of her mouth.

Peter chuckled, "You're going to have to be a bit more specific. What do you want me to do? Where do you want me?" He raised an eyebrow, moving his hands slowly up her sides, tracing her perfect figure as he bunched her skirt up around her waist. "Come on Gwen, tell me." He urged her on, but she shook her head.

"Please baby," Peter said as he reached around to unhook her bra. "I need to know what you want me to do." She closed her eyes but she could feel her bra straps falling down and off of her body. The cold air didn't have long to hit her breasts because Peter's hands went right to them, tweaking her nipples and making her moan so loudly that she had to cover her mouth with her free hand.

"Gwen," he said her name in a sing-song voice. "Tell me where you want my mouth to be." He requested softly as he left kisses on her sternum, in between her breasts.

"In between my thighs." She mumbled softly, muffled against her palm but somehow he managed to hear her and his eyes connected with hers, twinkling in excitement.

"Your wish is my command," he spoke, moving his way down her body to kneel on the floor. Peter grabbed just above her knees and pulled her to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs apart and gently easing her panties down off of her. He blew on the now exposed skin and watched as she writhed against the desk. "Is this what you want," he whispered against her womanhood while looking into her eyes, and she nodded enthusiastically.

Peter flicked his tongue around her clitoris and traced a finger lightly across her wet folds. This wasn't new to them, he's done this a few times and he's picked up on the things she likes most. When he slid a finger inside of her, he drew the most enticing sound from her lips.

"Peter," she moaned, toying with her breast and pulling at her hair, almost unsure of what to do with her hands. Normally she would be pulling on the bedsheets, but in this case..

He smirked and inserted another finger inside her, moving them in and out as his tongue drew circles around her clitoris. "Does this feel good?" He asked her seductively, pumping his fingers faster. Gwen nodded quickly.

"Please don't stop." She begged and bit her lip. Trying to avoid making a loud sound.

"Cum for me, Gwen." He knew taking to her like this during sex drove her crazy. "Come on, baby." He urged as he felt her body start to shake underneath his mouth. He felt her arch off of the desk as her orgasm hit her. Her scream was muffled by the hand that she was biting on.

Peter eased her skirt back down and stood up to kiss her. His beautiful girlfriend was sprawled wantonly across a desk, topless and panting. Her forehead was glistening with sweat and her curls were completely disheveled. He grinned and kissed her.

"Did I do something right?" He asked her sarcastically. Her eyelids fluttered open but she was still struggling to get air into her lungs.

"Slightly right, yes." Gwen told him, siting up to kiss him. "Hand me my clothes, will ya?" He chuckled but complied.

"So eager to leave me?" Peter remarked but Gwen shook her head.

"No, I just would rather go home and return the favor, Bug Boy." She told him, whispering into his ear and nibbling on his earlobe. Peter moaned and wrapped his arms around her while she clipped her bra on.

"I can't say I'm not intrigued, Miss Stacy." He replied, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth. Gwen pulled away so she could shrug her shirt on.

"Put some clothes on, Parker, so we can leave." She barked at him. He laughed at her urgency but complied, pulling his shirt on and readjusting his jeans. Gwen grabbed his wrist and pulled him hastily towards the door, ripping the webbing off and opening it slowly.

"You know I would have killed you if we got caught right?" She scolded him but Peter grinned.

"Guess it's a good thing we didn't."

Author's Note: My first real attempt at writing smut. I hope it's decent. Anyway. I have like eight miscellaneous stories in my "unfinished" folder so I'll be working on those for now. And I just remembered I forgot to spell check A Vile A Day chapter 5. Shit. Oh well I guess. Anyway. Leave your reviews please and thank you xx