Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Wrong comment at the wrong time *part 1, SMUT* (Tom Holland)

Requested by BubbleBunny0702: Tom is a fuckboy and makes a comment during sex with Y/N that she doesn't like. She's immediately turned off by what he says and leaves, so he has to try and win her back.

I sat in the university's library, my head down and my pen scribbling against the paper as I made notes for my upcoming assignment. Though a smirk curled onto my lips, my heart skipping a beat as I felt a presence behind me. A pair of arms curled around me, the hands attached to the ends planting themselves onto the desk and trapping me in between the table and the person's body as they put their lips to my ear.

"Psychology section?" Tom whispered into my ear, making me gulp harshly and try not to show too much interest too soon as his teeth gently nipped my earlobe. I playfully rolled my eyes and looked at him, his gaze flicking between my lips and my eyes as our mouths hovered only an inch apart from each other.

"One minute." I returned equally as quietly. He smiled and pecked my lips before leaving my side, making me chuckle and shake my head as I closed my book and started to gather my stuff up. I shoved everything into my bag and stood up before starting to head to the psychology shelf to see what Tom wanted. Although I already had a pretty good idea. Tom and I had met last year at a university party during freshers' week. We'd hit it off immediately, especially given that we were both first years and were on the same degree, meaning that we had a lot in common. I later found out that we also had feelings for each other in common. Tom and I had drunkenly hooked up one night and had collectively decided that it was to be a one-night-stand and that we'd remain friends, but the event triggered a whole list of people coming up to me and telling me that no, Tom wanted more. Tom liked me, and wanted to ask me out, which I had been over the moon about given that I felt the same. Except for that he'd never actually asked me out. We'd developed a relationship of friends-with-benefits and had been steadily hooking up since the first time eight months ago, and yet despite the fact that we clearly liked each other, Tom wouldn't make that move. He had always been a bit of a fuckboy and so I knew that he'd say no if I asked him out in order to maintain that image of himself, which left me in the situation where I had to wait for him to ask me first. And so for now, I'd stick to having meaningless sex with him that secretly wasn't meaningless at all. To either of us. I headed to the library shelf full of psychology books, Tom surely enough stood in the middle of the aisle between the shelves with his hands in his leather jacket pockets as I turned the corner. He looked at me, a smirk on his lips as his eyes flicked up and down my figure.

"So, what do you want?" I teased, making his smirk widen as both of us were very aware of why he'd called me back here.

"You know what I want, sweetheart, don't play hard to get." He whispered as his arm hooked around my waist to pull me into his body as he leant down to press his lips to my neck.

"You know the rules, Tommy, no starting shit in public." I scoffed quietly as I pushed him away slightly.

"Well, let's go back to mine, then. Please, love. I need you." He admitted quietly.

"Apparently not enough to ask me out, though." I nodded, making him sigh and look at me.

"Do you really want to do this now, or do you want to go back to mine and have mind-blowing sex like always?" He smiled arrogantly. I playfully rolled my eyes and shook my head, though a chuckle left my lips as I looked at him. He raised his eyebrow and bit his lip, both of us knowing fine well what option I'd choose.

"Fine then. Back to yours it is." I nodded.

"That's my girl." He smirked as he took my hand.

"I'm not, though, and that's the problem." I scoffed, making him playfully roll his eyes and peck my lips before starting to pull me out of the library.