Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines (NSFW +18)

Human Anatomy-P.P.(18+)

*first off, yes i am starting another imagine book, yes i still love and adore tyler & josh & twenty one pilots in general. i stan tom holland/peter parker as well and i've always wanted to write for both of them. so i decided to start another book, hopefully y'all like it bc i have so many ideas it's insane!!

*secondly....yall far from home had me FUCKED up. i loved it, i need to see it again bc i was just so excited to take note of everything. but gawd, it was absolutely amazing.

Warnings: fingering, somewhat dirty talk?, oral (female receiving) and a lil fluff!

you know those types of people where you would protect and care for them anytime and anywhere? even if you never truly were their friend, you just always had a feeling of comfort when they were around and the need to tend to any affliction that caused them harm. those people were the ones that brought you happiness and a smile without saying a word.

peter parker was undoubtedly the sweetest boy you had ever met. he was the shy, awkward boy that didn't talk much unless he was spoken to. although you had never actually talked to him more than in school, you cared for him more than anyone could understand.

he was one of those types of people, and you felt the need to become closer to him. his respectfulness toward all people, especially women, his intelligence that simply left you stunned with the ideas it could produce, and his utter innocence that proved he was nothing less than a reserved and kept-to-himself type.

the only time you two had truly talked to each other, besides school work, was in 5th grade during recess. peter stayed inside almost every day, either reading or finishing his homework, while the other kids would go ballistic on the playground with the pent up energy that they had been holding in all day.

every other day, you were one of those kids, yet today you were forced to stay inside due to the fact that you had yelled at a girl for chewing her food too loud at lunch, one of your biggest pet peeves. she had obviously gotten too worked up at the outbreak, and snitched on you.

you huffed as you drew repetitive circles in your notepad, feeling a twinge of pain strike your heart as you heard the giggles and playful screams outside the classroom window. quickly growing bored of the simple shapes, you looked around the room to examine the other students that had been locked up in this room as well.

every other student had a saddened expression on their face that matched yours as they missed out on recess, except for peter. you had heard of him but never talked to him, as he always had his face stuffed in a book or a complex magazine that had words as big as the page in them.

you observed him, slightly scoffing at the fact that he gave up recess to read. never in your life would you do that. you wondered what his deal was: why did he willingly give up freedom?

as the teacher sat at her desk typing away on her laptop, you sneakily moved seats, finally getting closer to the peculiar boy. he never once lifted his head from reading until you spoke up.

"hey, why are you always reading?" you blurted out in a whisper.

he peeked up, eyes bulging at the fact that someone was talking to him. he was hesitant to respond, noticing the way that the teacher had swiveled around in her chair and was now facing the students.

he quickly wrote out on a piece of paper his response.

"It's fun, and i like to learn."

you scoffed at the note, even more questions racing through your mind. you wrote back on the same paper.

"fun? going outside is fun, reading is torture. don't you want some freedom from learning?"

he simply smiled, looking up to you with a soft gaze.