Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Positive test *SMUT* (Peter Parker)

Requested by Monika2934: Peter and Y/N are dating, and have sex one afternoon. Their hook-up results in Y/N becoming pregnant, meaning they are forced to face the idea of teenage pregnancy.

"Seriously, I feel like I bombed that mid-term." I sighed and shook my head as Peter and I walked along the hallway to his apartment with our hands joined and fingers intertwined.

"That's what you always say, babe, and then you end up doing even better than me." He teased. I bit my lip and thought for a second.

"True." I nodded. Peter smirked and shook his head in response, making me smile as he let go of my hand to dig out his apartment door key. He put it into the door and unlocked it before letting us in.

"May? You home?" He called out in his thick Queens accent as he shut the door, and I wandered into the apartment that I had become very familiar with in the year that Peter and I had been dating. Before Peter had asked me out on my sixteenth birthday, I was very much aware of the insanely attractive, smart, and kind boy, but of course thought that I had more chance getting hit by lightning than I did being liked back by him. That was where I had been wrong. I had come into school that day to find a box of chocolates, a teddy bear, and a card in my locker. And then, when I had turned around, Peter had been standing there with the additional present of a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Of course I had said yes immediately, my heart and mind hardly believing that the heartthrob boy had liked me of all people. I still struggled to believe it at times. But that had been over a year ago now, and we were still going stronger by the day.

"May?" Peter called out again, the boy double-checking that his aunt wasn't in as he looked around the empty apartment, and we both ditched our backpacks on the sofa. Once again, he got no response.

"You know what silence means in this apartment, don't you, baby?" Peter smiled as he walked to me and curled his arms around my waist.

"That we're alone." I giggled. He nodded and smirked before leaning down and smashing our lips together. I returned the kiss immediately, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands raising to hold his face as we started to kiss. I couldn't help but smirk into it, Peter returning the expression as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue into my mouth. We both knew where this was going now, and I couldn't fucking wait. I squealed against his lips as he pulled on my thighs and lifted me up, making him laugh as he wrapped my legs around his waist and started to carry me towards his bedroom.

"You're so fucking beautiful, angel." He mumbled, our lips, tongues and teeth still hungrily clashing with each other as he carried me into his room and lay me down on his bed before crawling over me.

"You're not too bad yourself." I returned teasingly. Peter smirked and shook his head, making me giggle as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, my mouth falling open and my back arching into his chest as he immediately started to leave open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my skin.

"Peter." I moaned quietly, my boyfriend pulling away from me but only to pull my t-shirt over my head before also ridding his body of his own garment.

"What do you want, baby? Talk to me." He cooed teasingly, every word going straight to my increasingly soaked core as his lips started to move down my collarbone and to the valley of my breasts.

"Your fingers, your tongue, you, fucking anything, please." I begged. He moaned quietly against my skin, making me smirk and bite my lip as the audible response told me how much he loved me being this submissive to him.