Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 2.0

The choreographer *SMUT* (Peter Parker)

Requested by _soeen: Y/N is a famous choreographer and Peter is an actor who wants to learn different types of dances. When he goes to Y/N for lessons, he sees her doing Lisa from Blackpink's solo "SWALLA" dance. He gets turned on and one thing leads to another.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter turned the engine off to his car before climbing out and looking at the tall building that he was standing in front of. He bit his lip, his heart already starting to race. Peter Parker was a famous actor, mainly known in his roles in Hollywood blockbusters. His most recent role was that of a dancer from California, the story-line being that he fell in love with his dance partner who was engaged to another man. The problem with this role...was that Peter couldn't dance for shit. And so when his agent had hired famous choreographer, and Peter's celebrity crush Y/N Y/L/N to teach the Queens boy how to dance, he had jumped at the opportunity. Y/N was incredible in every way possible. For starters, she was absolutely beautiful, and her body was stunning due to the fact that she danced. And then they were the dances themselves. Peter had watched several of them on YouTube, and the way that she moved her body, well...it did something to him. She'd roll her body, she'd roll around on the floor, she'd thrust her hips in a way that didn't look distasteful but elegant instead. She was perfect, and Peter was very excited to meet her. He headed into the building where her studio was based, the boy immediately walking to the elevator and getting in. He pressed the button for her studio, his foot tapping nervously against the floor as the metal box lifted him to the correct level. It stopped and Peter got out before pushing the door open for the studio. He walked in and looked around, his eyebrows furrowing at the emptiness of the lobby.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" he called out. Suddenly, he heard music start to play. He looked into the dance room through the window in the door, his eyes widening slightly as he saw her. Y/N. And she was dancing amazingly.

"Fuck." Peter mumbled quietly, his eyes seemingly glued to the girl as she moved her gorgeous body in ways that, frankly, were turning him on immensely already. She rolled her hips and jutted her shoulders as the song played. Peter's throat dried, his mouth hanging open. He bit his lip, a small but sure tent starting to form in his pants as he continued to watch the girl move in beautiful ways. He moaned quietly, his brain filling with the most filthy thoughts about the girl as her body dropped to the floor and she thrust her ass into the air. Peter would have loved to be behind her at that moment. She rolled over and peeled her back off of the floor before raising her head. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she sat up, her gaze on the mirror as she stood back up and continued to dance. The music stopped and she struck her final pose, making Peter gulp again. His eyes widened as suddenly, her gaze moved to him.

"Oh, shit." he hissed as he shot away from the door.

Y/N's P.O.V

My body dropped to the floor, my chest pressing against the laminate wood as I thrust my ass into the air in time with the music. I rolled over and peeled my back off of the floor, my head lolling back as I picked it up before looking at the mirror. My hair fell over my shoulder as I stood up, my hips swinging and my shoulders jutting as I finished the dance. I struck my final pose, my chest rising and falling as I panted heavily. Suddenly, I got the feeling that I was being watched. I looked to the door, my eyebrows furrowing and a slight chuckle leaving my lips as I saw who I suspected to be Peter Parker jolting away from the door. I smirked to myself, my heart still racing as I grabbed my towel. When I had been hired to teach Peter Parker how to dance, I had almost squealed out of excitement. The guy was an insanely talented actor, not to mention very attractive too. I had watched all of his movies, not just for his acting skills, but also for the way that his biceps would flex, his beautiful hazel curls would flop over his equally stunning chocolate eyes, and the way that his gorgeous body would be shown off in the odd shirtless scene. Yeah. I'd let that man fuck me any day. I grabbed my water and took a swig before walking to the door and opening it. I looked out, a chuckle leaving my lips as Peter sat on one of the chairs with his hands in his sweatpant pockets. This fucker was trying to pretend that he wasn't just watching me.