for @boysfromtheburbs continued from here
Peter didn't know how this could be his life. Was it that Parker luck or just the fates themselves intervening to make his life as complicated and chaotic as possible. Because how did he end up like this, on his back with his college professor looming over him like a wolf who had just cornered its prey. The professor he'd had more than a bit of a crush on for most of the year, who had him in his office - the very office Peter had more than a few wet dreams about.
But it wasn't really him who he had in here, it was Spider-Man - mask and suit and all. Completely unaware he had his best student in his clutches, whispering into the boy's ear as he teased and toyed with th hero like that. Squirming against the desk, his voice straining and brain glitching temporarily when he felt that hand resting against his throat, like a silent reminder of how helpless he was. Sure he could throw a car over his head if need be, yet right now he felt utterly powerless.
He so badly wanted to answer with 'Yes Mister Richards, I understand Sir' but managed to resist and instead come out with a weak but smartass Spider-Man retort. "You know the whole secret identity thing means the mask doesn't come off right? You wouldn't be secretly some new super villain trying to discover my identity would you?" Snarky? Yes, but now Peter was trying not to turned on by the idea of his professor being a sexy villain. God damn hormones.
