Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Last night together *SMUT* (Peter Parker and Michelle Jones)

Requested by its0not0me: Can you do a Peter x MJ x reader smut please?

"I'm telling you right now, that he's not going to appreciate you bringing that to the sleepover." I chuckled and shook my head, making MJ smirk and bite her lip as she held up the litre bottle of vodka.

"You know what I think? I think that our good ole' Petey isn't anywhere near as innocent as we think, so he won't give a fuck about getting drunk when his aunt isn't in." She shrugged as we got to Peter's apartment door, and I knocked my fist against it.

"Okay but if he gets annoyed, I won't hesitate to let you take the fall." I teased, making her playfully roll her eyes at me as we heard shuffling from inside the apartment. The door opened, our best friend smiling widely at us as he answered the door in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hey, guys." He smiled, making us return it as he hugged me before fist-bumping MJ.

"You ready to get this party started?" MJ smirked, Peter's eyes widening as she held up the alcohol.

"MJ, we're still underage, we can't drink tonight." He scoffed and shook his head.

"Oh, come on, Pete, your aunt isn't in tonight, we have the apartment to ourselves, and I can guarantee that once we all go off to college, we'll wish that we'd drunk a lot more than just tonight." She nodded. Peter sighed and looked at me.

"It's your apartment, Pete, so your call. But I'm down to get wasted." I shrugged. He bit his lip and put his hands on his hips, telling us both that he was thinking as he looked between us.

"Fuck it, let's go out with a bang." He smiled, making me laugh as MJ cheered. Peter, MJ, and I had been best friends since the start of Midtown high school, the three of us being inseparable all through school. We had always had sleepovers together at our respective apartments, the three of us exchanging laughs and secrets well into the night every time that we met up and spent the nights together. Tonight was our last sleepover, hosted by Peter since his aunt was out of town for the weekend, before all of us went off to different colleges in a month, and that came with a twang of pain. Admittedly for multiple reasons. I would confess to myself that I had always felt more than friendship for both of my best friends, my bisexual soul being equally as attracted to both of them, and wanting them equally as badly. It was feasible, too. MJ had come out to us as gay two years ago, so I knew that her and Peter wouldn't be hooking up any time soon, but that meant that both of their sexual preferences aligned with me. However, despite our multiple sleepovers and growing friendship over the years, I'd never even gotten a hint from either of them that they liked me back, and so my chance was gone. Even if tonight would involve alcohol.

"So, what do we want to put on?" Peter asked as we all headed into his room, and he sat down on his bed before grabbing his TV remote.

"If we put 'Star Wars' on again, you are not getting a lick of this alcohol, do you understand me, Parker?" MJ warned, making me laugh and shake my head as she opened the bottle and took a swig of the clear liquid.

"Fine, alright, one of you can choose." He chuckled defeatedly as I sat on the bed next to him and we both sat back so that our backs were against his headboard.

"Thank you." I nodded, making him chuckle and shake his head as I took the remote from him. My eyes widened, my heart jumping in my chest as suddenly, his arm curled around my waist between my back and the headboard, butterflies exploding in my stomach at the gesture. I looked at him, the boy giving me a small smile and his eyes briefly flicking to my lips before he looked back at the TV. I returned the smile and gulped, trying not to let my mind look more into it than it already was as I started to flick through Netflix to see what I could find.