✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

Sex Pollen

Summary: You noticed a strange plant in Peter's room...

Requested: No

Word Count: 3.9k

Warning(s)?: F!Reader, vouyerism, slight masturbation, SMUTTTY SMUTTT, unprotected sex (wrap before ya tap), oral (f recieving), Sucking?? (You'll see), fluff near the end, MINORS DNI!

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Sex Pollen

Soft sounds from the radio drifted through the air, the song reflection by the neighbourhood creating a perfect background melody as both you and Peter got stuck into your chemistry homework. Peter was currently sitting at his desk while you were lying down on his bed on your stomach, your legs bent in the air and your face resting on your open palms. Peter founds himself from time to time glancing over to you, only to check where you were currently at but his eyes always fell to the curve of your waist, your ass that was being hugged nicely by the cute shorts with flowers on them.

3 times he's caught himself doing it now, he knew he always had a crush on you and it didn't help that you had turned him into an ass-man with that beautiful behind of yours. It was perfectly shaped on you and it drove him crazy, the things he could do...

''Hey Pete, what do you have for number 4?'' You called out, your eyes fluttering over towards him, meeting his gaze soon after.

''Umm... not sure yet... I'm still working out a few things'' He responded. In honesty he has finished the question, he's been spending the past 4 minutes thinking about you, making him grow slightly aroused. He willed himself to calm down a little, thinking of anything else but you so his lower region wouldn't begin straining against his sweats.

You huffed and let yours eyes fall around your friend's room. You had known him for only a short while, being transferred from overseas and him being the first friend you made here. But, of course, as soon you as did get to know him your grew to like him a little more than friends. 

Your eyes stopped on the pink plant in the corner of the room, under a protective glass that looked sealed shut. How could a flower still be alive with receiving practically no oxygen?

You found yourself rolling off the bed and walking over to the bed, your eyes widening once you noticed how beautiful it really was up close. Peter's eyes trailed after you once he heard his bed creak with movement, they slightly widened once he saw you standing in front of the plant. The flashbacks that ran through his mind was enough for him to jump up quickly and snatch an arm around your waist, pulling you away softly.

''I was just looking at it, It's probably under the glass because it has thorns that could cut your skin right?'' You tried to reason, though still finding it weird why it was in his bedroom and not in the garden. You had never seen this type of plant before and you wanted to take a picture of it, or maybe even grab sapling, it was so beautiful you'd love to have one in your own bedroom.

Peter noticed the intense look you had while staring at the plant, knowing it was beginning to effect you. All Peter know after finding it was that this was the first step, then came the urge to touch and once you did... he shook his head, there was no way he was going to let you go through that the same way he did. it cause him physical agony for days, he couldn't even go to school because his whole body felt like it was on fire and nothing could put it out.

He knew it cause extreme arousal so he kept the plant once he recovered, keeping it locked away expecting it to die but it didn't. So he decided to conduct some research on the plant and so far all he conclude was... it definitely wasn't any other plant in the world.