Requested by marvelbitch11: Y/N starts at Midtown halfway through the year, and since she's behind, Peter agrees to tutor her. They become close friends, but like each other more than as friends. During one study session, they end up kissing, but Peter is new to kissing and more, and so they agree to take it slow whilst starting to date. As a fun idea, Y/N starts to tutor Peter in kissing, making out, and eventually sex since they started dating through Peter tutoring Y/N. In each tutor session, Y/N teaches Peter how to do something new.

The paper landed harshly on my desk, making me gulp as I looked down at the mid-term test that we'd done last week. I sighed and felt my heart drop to my stomach at the sight of the tauntingly dark red "F", the letter encased in an equally dark red circle. Meaning that I had very much failed the paper. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes landing on my best friend and crush's mop of perfect brown curls. He looked up at me in return. His eyes wavered as he saw my disappointed face.

"You need another tutoring session?" He asked.

"You know it." I sighed and nodded, making him return it and give me a small smile. I was at a disadvantage that most students weren't at, given the fact that I had started at Midtown high school midway through the semester. Though, I had met my best friend and crush, Peter Parker, on the first day, and I had known immediately that everything would be okay. We had become friends instantly, but of course I had always felt more for the amazingly attractive and kind boy. Everything about him was incredible, from the way that his eyes wrinkled when he laughed, to the way that he always made me feel comfortable around him, to the way that he was purely just nice to look at. What Peter had offered to do for me a month into me having joined the school only made me fall for him more. Given that I had started mid-semester, I quickly fell behind, which was something that my best friend had noticed. He had offered to tutor me, and I had quickly accepted the kind offer. Not only was him tutoring me genuinely helping my grades to go up, but I also loved spending what would sometimes be a few hours a week alone with the boy. And from the way that he had been gradually moving closer to me whilst we studied, Peter enjoyed them too.

"Are you free tonight? I need to get this right before our next test." I spoke as the bell went to mark the end of the lesson and day, and we stood up to start packing our stuff up.

"Yeah, I could move some stuff around. For you, of course." He smiled and nodded.

"Aw, you're too good to me, Pete." I returned the smile.

"Nah, just being a good friend." He chuckled, making me bite my lip as we zipped our bags up and started to head out of the class, and on our way to his apartment like normal.

Peter and I sat at his kitchen table, our textbooks open in front of us and our pens scribbling against our paper as we worked, and Peter tutored me like he always did.

"Okay, so you times that by that, and you get fifty-three. Then, you square that, and add it to the overall total, so you get three-hundred-and-five. Does that make sense?" He asked as he looked at me. I sighed and bit my lip, my brain starting to hurt as it worked overtime to process everything that he'd just said.

"I think that I understand it. May have to do a few more questions, but I think that I get it. I just don't understand how I did so shitty on that test, and how I've just done so shitty so far." I mumbled and shook my head.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. You came to Midtown halfway through the semester, of course you're a little bit behind. But that's okay, because I'm here to help." He smiled cheekily. I couldn't help but return it, my heart just filling with love and warmth at the sight of his beautiful smile. The smile that always just made me safer. Always made me feel like I was home.

"And thank god that you are, I'd be utterly fucked if I didn't have you." I chuckled and shook my head.

"Yeah. I'd be fucked without you too." He admitted as he looked at me. My eyebrows furrowed, my smile dipping slightly at his words. The words that I had no idea how to interpret, or what they meant.

"What do you mean?" I chuckled nervously. Peter gulped and flicked his gorgeous chocolate eyes over my face, my heart jumping every time that they looked at my lips before moving again. I could tell that whatever he wanted to say was right on the tip of his tongue, but he was struggling to get it off.

"I mean that you already mean a lot to me, even though we've only been friends for a few months. You've truly changed my life for the better, you've made me look more at myself, feel better about myself, and feel better about my life. I don't even know what it is about you, but you just made my life feel different, in the best way possible. So...yeah. I'd be fucked too if I didn't have you. I'd be fucked." He shook his head as he looked at me. My eyes wavered as I gulped harshly, my heart racing in my chest at his beyond amazing words. The words that were starting to give me hope that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. That he was just as in love, just as in awe of me, as I was with him. That was what I hoped, anyway.

"Pete, I...I don't even know what to say to that." I gulped and shook my head.

"That's okay, I know that it's a lot. I'm sorry, I just needed to finally tell you how much you really mean to me." He chuckled nervously.

"N-no, it's okay, I appreciate it. I feel the exact same way, Pete. Life has gotten so much better since you came into it." I smiled. He returned it, a relieved and breathless laugh leaving his lips as his gaze continued to flick over my face.

"I'm glad, I thought that I'd just fucked everything up, and made it super awkward." He smiled and shook his head.

"You couldn't make it awkward if you tried, Pete. I like you way too much to feel awkward around you." I confessed. He gave me another small smile, though this time, he didn't look away as our gazes stayed on each other. My smile dipped slowly, my heart leaping in my chest as his chocolate orbs looked down at my lips...and stayed there. He slowly but surely started to lean in, my body mimicking the action as we got closer. My heart was almost bursting out of my skin with how fast it was beating, every fibre of my being praying, hoping, begging, that this was going where I thought that it was. That he really was about to kiss me. I was right. Peter's lips finally pressed to mine, our eyes fluttering shut as I returned the kiss immediately. I raised my hand to hold his face, him smiling against my lips as he held my waist and pulled me closer. Fireworks were relentlessly going off in my head, happiness filling my mind as the moment that I had been waiting for since I had met Peter finally happened. His lips felt heavenly soft against mine, his hand cupping my waist as if it was made to hold me. It couldn't have been more perfect if we tried. He broke the kiss and touched our foreheads, my entire body still revelling in how perfect our first intimate moment had been as his hand raised to my cheek and his thumb started to gently move against my skin.

"Wow." He chuckled quietly, making me smile and bite my lip as I opened my eyes to see Peter's beautiful ones already looking at me.

"That was an amazing first kiss, Pete. That was really nice." I admitted, both of our smiles widening as we clearly got giddy from the moment that we had just shared. Suddenly, though, the boy's smile dipped slightly. He looked down, making me gulp as I looked at him.

"What is it?" I asked quietly, my hand on his cheek gently trying to get him to look back up at me. He sighed and eventually returned his gaze to me, fear and anxiety seemingly creeping into the dark brown of his eyes.

"I-I, um...I've never really had any experiences with relationships, with...sexual...stuff. That's not me saying that just because we kissed, we'll go to that stuff, of course, b-but...just to warn you. I don't know what I'm doing with this kind of stuff." He gulped and shook his head. My heart broke slightly at how worried he looked, a sigh leaving my lips as I gave him a small smile. I had known that Peter hadn't really had any relationships before I had come to Midtown, but I didn't know that he was so under-experienced that he hadn't even experienced stuff like kissing. Of course it wasn't a problem, but it looked like we had some work to do together in the coming months.

"That's completely okay, Pete, of course it is. There's absolutely no pressure here. We do stuff that you're comfortable with, at your pace, and if you need to stop, we stop. We can work with this together." I reassured.

"Good, because I want us to work. I really fucking like you, Y/N, I mean that as much as I can. I'd love to take you out on a real date sometime, because I want this. I want you." He nodded.

"I want you too, Pete. God do I want you." I shook my head, making him smile as I leant in and gently kissed him. He returned it, our eyes fluttering shut again and his hand against my cheek softly pulling me closer as we kissed. Suddenly, I got an idea. And that idea, was fucking awesome. I broke the kiss, my lips still pursed and my eyes narrowing as Peter looked at me. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What is it, babe? Are you okay?" He asked as he tried to catch my gaze. I eventually gave it to him as I looked at him.

"I can tutor you. I can tutor you in this kind of stuff." I stated. His eyes widened slightly.

"What?" He scoffed, making me smile and bite my lip as I started to get excited at the idea.

"You continue to tutor me in school work, and I start to tutor you in intimate stuff. Of course again, we go at your pace, we take things as slow as you need to, but it's a fun little way to make sure that you get more experience. If you're okay with it, of course." I nodded. He looked at me, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips as he shook his head.

"Fuck it, why not? Yes, you can tutor me on that kind of stuff." He smiled.

"And yes you can take me out on a real date." I returned his smile. His widened as he leant in again, a quiet giggle leaving my lips as we kissed again. My entire being felt elated with the fact that this had finally happened between Peter and I, and the fact that from now on, it would start happening a lot more often. It didn't matter to me that we'd take things slow, it didn't matter to me that Peter was a lot less experienced than me. All that mattered was that we'd have fun with me tutoring him in this, and that I was finally his. We were finally dating. And I couldn't fucking wait for any of it. I couldn't fucking wait.