Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Forgotten tasks *SMUT* (Peter Parker)

Requested by marvel22stories: Y/N is with Peter, and hasn't shaved before seeing him. She feels really bad about it, so Peter reassures her that it's okay and makes her feel good and fine about having forgotten to shave.

Peter and I lay on his bed, my boyfriend of a year on top of me as we passionately made out. Peter's hands gripped my thighs as he wrapped them around his waist, my fingers pulling on his curls as our tongues and teeth clashed together.

"God, you're so fucking sexy, baby." He mumbled as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

"Nowhere near as sexy as you." I returned, making him smirk against my skin as he gently bit down on it to start leaving hickeys.

"Y/N! You're late for school! Wake up!" My eyes opened, my eyebrows furrowing as I heard my mom's voice calling out.

"Pete, did you hear that?" I scoffed as I looked to my still-closed bedroom door.

"I didn't hear a thing, angel. Too focused on you." He hummed, making my worry dissolve and my smirk reappear as he took my hands and pinned them above my head before intertwining our fingers.

"Y/N! GET UP, NOW!"

My eyes shot open, a gasp leaving my lips as I was pulled violently out of the lovely dream by the sound of my mom yelling for me. I looked at my bedside table, my eyes widening as the red numbers blinked back to show me eight-thirty. Making me very late for school.

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed as I threw back my bed covers and shot up to start getting ready. I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned at my state. I was going to Peter's after school to hang out, and so had planned to have a shower this morning so that I would smell good, and be fully shaven, for our date. But I didn't have time for that now, not if I didn't want to spend our date in detention instead.

"Fuck my life." I grumbled to myself as I stripped my pyjamas off and threw on a fresh set of underwear before racing to get dressed too. I grabbed my bag and shoes, my feet clumsily finding my way into them as I grabbed my phone and finally rushed out of my room.

"Oh my god, I don't think that I've ever been so gladto see your apartment, today was solong." I whined as Peter let us into his apartment, making my boyfriend chuckleand shake his head at me as he shut the door.

"Surely it wasn't that bad,baby." He teased as he took my hand and started to pull me to his bedroom likehe always did.

"Oh, itwas. Especially given that I got woken up out of that lovely wet dream by my mother telling me that I was late forschool." I scoffed as I sat down on his bed. Peter looked at me as his eyeswidened.

"Woah,the dream that she woke you up from was a wetdream? You didn't tell me thatbit." He scoffed and shook his head. I looked up at him.

"Didn't I?" I asked. He bithis lip and shook his head again, both of our backpacks being chucked onto thefloor as he sat down next to me on his bed.

"No, youdidn't. How about you tell me about it now?"He suggested, making me smirk and bite my lip as his hand landed on the insideof my thigh.

"I can't lie, Pete, it was a pretty standardwet dream. Amazing nonetheless, don'tget me wrong, but still pretty standard. We were making out, and you started tokiss my neck." I nodded. He raised his eyebrow at me.