tom holland + peter parker

like you wouldn't believe P.P.

request: heyyyy! could you maybe write something where the reader has really good sex w/ college!peter and spills all the tea to her roommate the morning after? thx girl!

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"Girl!" Michelle booms as you come into the doom room with a sly smile and your overnight bag. "Where have you been?!"

You chuckle, setting the bed down on your twin-sized mattress. "Uh... Peter's."

Her mouth drops open in surprise and immediately, she sits on the bed and pats it, motioning for you to do the same.

"Tell me everything, oh my god."

You chuckle reminiscing on what took place just ten hours ago. "Well... we did it."

"Yeah? Was he any good?"

"Oh my god," you stand up, exasperated. "Like you wouldn't believe!"

Her eyes widen and she eyes you slyly. "Really?"

"Yes! And I swear to god-" you swallow a breath, as if there might be someone listening on the other side of the door. "Him being Spider-man and having super strength..." You bite your lip to contain your smile. "Hottest thing I've ever experienced in my entire life."

"Damn..." she bites her lip too, eyes never leaving your figure. "So the super strength?"

"Yeah," you glance up at the ceiling, eyes closing in bliss while you think about your encounters. "And oh my god," you wipe your face, "his kisses and his tongue and his lips-"

"His lips?!" She laughs in shock, "What lips?!"

"I know right!" You giggle. "He may not have thick ones but damn, does he know how to work them."

"Alright, alright, I believe you," she motions her hands for you to slow down. "Did he eat you out?"

You nod feverishly, "Like he loved it."

"Holy shit," She laughs again and you join her.

"I know! He's like-" you sigh, "a dream." MJ hums and you go on. "I swear, he was just so gentle and tender and... sweet, but the right amount of hard and- and- and-" you rub your fingers together, "intense and fuck," you exhale, "He's just too perfect, I can't."

"So he's not vanilla?"

Your eyes widen while you shake your head, a bashful smile plastered on your face. "Definitely not vanilla."

"So homeboy can get it?"

"Homeboy can get it," you confirm. "And he wasn't even like- rude, like other boys, y'know? Like he genuinely cared about my experience."

"Ugh," she rolls her eyes. "Why're you so damn lucky?"

You shrug, laying on your bed while staring at the ceiling. "I'm seeing him again, tonight."
"Tonight?!" She sits upright. "You were over there yesterday! And the day before that!"

"I know, but..." You sit up, bringing your knees to your chest before dropping them and crossing them. "I don't know. I sleep better when..."

"When you're in his arms?" A smile creeps onto her face while she admits the cliche statement. You wipe at your nose, embarrassed and bashful.

"Shut up."

"You brought it up!" She giggles at your flustered state. "C'mon, okay, so you said you sleep better when you're next to him?"

"Yeah," You nod. "I just feel... protected? I don't know how to explain it, I just- I never wanna leave his side, y'know?"

She nods with a very large grin, and you look down into your lap where your fingers are fiddling with each other. "You know what this means, right?"

"What?" Your voice is sarcastic but she answers all the same.

"You're in love."

"What?!"

"With Peter Parker," She nods, "You're in love with him."

Your mouth drops open in shock before closing and opening again. You're so surprised that you don't even have words for a witty response. Just then, a knock sounds at the door and it's opening not a second later.

"Hey, babe," Peter smiles at MJ before beaming at you. "You left your charger at my place," He places it on your desk but slows down as he realizes you're still looking at MJ in shock. "You alright?"

You shake out of it before nodding. "Yeah, 'm great, baby," You reach for his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. MJ smiles at the two of you before grabbing her textbooks.

"I'll be at the library with Harry, if you need me," she nods goodbye to you and then closes the door on her way out.

"I missed you," you admit, and Peter giggles, his hair flopping against his head.

"You saw me an hour ago."

"Yeah, but still," You squeeze his hand again. "I love you."

He looks up, slowly, and you see the adoration in his eyes. He smiles, the most genuine one you've seen from him ever, and he pulls you close, kissing your temple and squeezing your hand. "I love you," he breathes between kisses. "So much."