Tony Stark's niece is in town...
TOM HOLLAND'S PETER PARKER!
HUGE ASS WARNING: i've only seen spiderman homecoming but i fell in love with tom holland and that version of peter parker and instantly felt inspired to write :) don't hate me pls
"This place is incredible!" Vanessa huffs with joy as she falls back onto the king size bed dramatically.
"Not as incredible as you!" Peter cheekily responds, dropping his bag beside Vanessa's and falling on top of her. She grunts, laughing crazily.
"Get off, ya fat lard," Vanessa giggles, trying to push him off. She freezes as she meets Peter's loving gaze, his hand moving up from her side to brush her hair back behind her ear.
"You're stunning," he whispers. Vanessa gulps, thanking him. "I think you should compliment me now, I'm feeling kinda insecure." Vanessa rolls her eyes, but chuckles, running a hand through his curls, front to back, leaving it to rest on the back of his head.
"You're pretty cute," Vanessa shrugs. Peter's jaw drops, making Vanessa laugh hard again.
"Just cute?" he questions.
"Fine! You're very handsome," Vanessa retorts. Peter huffs, pressing a kiss to her nose.
"You're lucky you're pretty," he mumbles, now pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Oh hush-" His lips softly press against hers, causing her to bring her other hand up into his curls. Before it gets too heated, Peter breaks away.
"What do you love about me?" he questions.
Vanessa chuckles, raising her eyebrows. "Really? You stopped our make out session to ask me that?" Peter nods, his innocence leaking through. Vanessa sighs, using this as a perfect excuse to drink in his features. "I love your curls," she speaks, running her hands through them gently. "I also love your nose," she brushes a finger along the bridge of it, making Peter smile. "Mmm, that smile is everything," she grins, running her thumb along the skin near the corner of his mouth. "And your big brown eyes," she adds, moving her own up to meet them. She cups his cheek, Peter leaning into her touch. She brings her face up to his, their noses touching. "Your abs are probably my favorites, though," she teases.
"Wowww," Peter chuckles, gazing at her as she rests her head back on the mattress with a smug smile.
"Your hands," she continues, reaching for one of them. She moves it up by her head, intertwining their fingers. He needed the support, as he was hovering over her body, so she didn't mind having her hand pinned to the mattress as well.
"My feet?" Peter teases. Vanessa pulls a look of disgust and shakes her head. "C'mon, babe, my feet are cute."
"They're gross," she remarks.
"No, yours are," Peter jokes, chuckling.
"I'm not even offended because you're not wrong," she responds.
"Nonono, your feet are the cutest," he retorts.
"Somebody forget to mention they have a foot fetish?" Vanessa giggles, eyes wide in mock surprise. Peter clicks his tongue, laughing quietly as he turns his head to the side and glanced out onto the back porch. Vanessa brought her free hand up to his chin, gripping it and using it as a handle to turn his face back to hers. She brings her face up close to his simultaneously, smirking. "Your lips are my true favorites." Peter smirks as well, meeting her halfway for another kiss.
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"Pete, come here!" Vanessa calls out from the bathroom, only peaking her head past the door. Peter rushes over, asking what was up. "Be honest with me, okay?" He nods. Vanessa emerges from the bathroom, biting down on her bottom lip as she tried to model the new sundress she had recently bought. "Does this look okay on me?" she questions.
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Peter's jaw dropped, eyes wide. "Pete?" she asks, chuckling.
"You look gorgeous!" he exclaims. "You just bought this?"
"Almost everything I'm gonna be wearing on this trip is new," she nervously chuckles.
"It's stunning- You're stunning- Wow, look at my girlfriend." He gave her a quick spin, more awestruck than before. "That's my fucking girlfriend!" he shouts.
"Okay, quiet down," Vanessa laughs, clasping her hands over his mouth. Peter takes advantage of this, gripping onto her waist. Vanessa gasps, the move totally unexpected, removing her hands from his mouth as he seemed to want to speak.
"You should seriously think about becoming a model, you beautiful angel," he whispers, tilting his forehead into hers.
"I'm serious!" he exclaims. "You're so fucking beautiful - the whole world deserves to see you!" His face drops, his mind instantly back-tracking. "Actually, no they don't, nobody deserves to see your beauty-"
"I'm serious when I say, calm down," Vanessa whispers, cupping his cheeks.
"Now I'm questioning if I want you to go out like that," Peter mumbles, keeping his eyes on hers. Vanessa always admired how Peter never strayed from the appropriate boundaries - his eyes never fell from hers, even when her body was on display and out to play; his hands stayed in their respective spot on her waist, occasionally dipping down to her hips, but he always made sure she was comfortable with everything he did. He was the perfect gentleman, and she couldn't thank Aunt May enough.
"Why?" she pouts.
"You look gorgeous," Peter defends, not wanting her to think otherwise, "but what if you're all the boys stare at-"
"Pete-"
"I'm not kidding!" Peter remarks. "They'll stare at you like you're a goddamn buttery meal, and I won't be able to control my anger if I see that."
"Peter," Vanessa whispers, moving her face closer to his, "I. Am. Yours. No one else's. Who cares if they stare?"
Peter grins, connecting their foreheads. "Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you?"
"No," Vanessa grins, "never."
"Well then, I'm prepared to show you during this vacation," he whispers, now connecting their lips in one sweet kiss they would savor for a few minutes.
That is until Ned came banging on their door, claiming the biggest lovebirds in the damn hotel needed to come the hell out now or he would call Tony and say he could hear moaning coming from the hotel room he thought belonged to his niece.
