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Everyone knows that you have the biggest potty mouth of the group, so Peter decided to use this knowledge to try to get closer to you.
You stood in the hallway with Jean and Ororo, talking about weekend plans. You looked over Ororo's shoulder, watching Peter and Scott come over from their class.
Scott went straight to Jean as Peter sped directly beside you with a cheeky smirk. You could already tell that he was about to bug the shit out of you, but truly you loved it that way.
“Wanna make a bet?” He asked.
“And what's that, Maximoff?” You raised a brow and playfully crossed your arms over your chest, though you hated betting, you were very competitive.
He leaned down, whispering into your ear, “If you swear once today, I get to kiss you.”
You felt a slight chill pass your spine as you drew your bottom lip between your teeth. You didn't want to face it, but you were in love with Peter, his open invitation made you want to say the baddest words you could think of, but you told yourself he was joking and agreed to the bet.
Peter’s adam's apple bobbed in his throat and his face flushed, he wasn't expecting you to say yes to that.
The whole day Peter stuck by your side and followed you like a puppy dog waiting for you to swear, but you didn't slip.
It was only until Scott was picking on you and finally made you snap. Little did you know Scott was in on it, and he finally got you to curse without thinking about it.
“Fuck off.” You snapped back at Scott before you felt your eyes go big as you caught Peter’s gaze. Redness crept to his cheeks, realizing what you just said. He stepped close beside you, pointing out the obvious, “You. uh. swore.”
“Yeah. I realize that, Peter.”
He lightly nodded, looking down at the ground. You nibbled on your lower lip, deciding to take your chances, grabbing his hand. “Come on.” You said before sneaking him off to one of the empty closets.
Scott grinned behind you and mouthed to Peter, “don't be awkward,” as he watched the two of you walk off together.
Peter closed the door behind the two of you and flipped the light switch on. You looked up at Peter, your heart skipped a beat, were you really about to kiss him? His eyes were wide as he nervously looked into yours, “I-I uhm- If you don't wanna do this, it's okay.”
You gingerly set your hands on his tense shoulders and smiled, “Peter, a deal’s a deal.”
He sheepishly put his hands on your sides and leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.
You felt butterflies fill your stomach as he melted against your touch. Peter had imagined this moment many times but to finally feel your tender lips against his felt so much better than dreaming, and for a moment, the world stopped, and sparks flew.
Eventually, your lips disconnected, leaving the two of you a blushing mess. You placed your hand against the warmth of your cheek, attempting to cover up the rosiness.
”I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Peter confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Me too.” You sweetly smiled, “Wanna try it again?”
Peter smirked, pulling you closer to him, “What's the magic word?”
“Just kiss me, you idiot.” You chuckled, draping your arms around his neck
“I’ll count that as a curse word.” He gave a lopsided grin as he leaned down, reconnecting his lips to yours.
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