Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines & Preferences (book 2)

This is love (smut)

Normally whenever you and Peter have sex it's slow and soft and he takes his time making love to every part of your body, tonight however was a little different.

He was upset because he thinks he didn't do as well as he hoped on his physics exam. You assured him he probably did fine but he didn't listen as he kissed down your neck, pushing you back onto your bed.

He webs your hands above your head and tears your clothes off, piece by piece. His hands are insistent and you're soaked as you beg him for more.

"Please, Pete, need you," you cry out as his lips wrap around your nipple.

"You have me, promise," he says, voice rough as he continues his assault on your chest, lightly biting your other nipple before moving onto making each part of your collarbone a shade of red.

His fingers dance against your hips, he's restraining himself, at least partially, still afraid he's going to hurt you.

"Peter?" You ask, as his fingers shake against your hips, mouth attached to the bottom of your neck.

"Yes beautiful?" He says, lips still pressed against your neck.

"You can, you're not gonna hurt me you know?"

"Hmmm?" He asks before biting gently against your neck, tongue soothing the spot.

"Hold onto me, don't be afraid to leave a couple of bruises-,"

"But I don't want to-,"

"It's okay, I trust you."

And that's all Peter needed for his hands to grip your hips tighter, grinding his cock against your soaked core as his lips moved up your neck. Your back arched as much as it could from your position, hands stuck above you.

His lips meet yours and it's sloppy as teeth and tongues clash, his hips twitching as he tries to control himself again.

"Peter, go on, fuck me," you say against his lips and he looks down at you, eyes wide as his cock nudges your entrance.

"Love you," he whispers as he bottoms out.

You groan and your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling but you manage to stutter out, "love you too."

And he's fucking into you like he's never done before, having you cry his name and you thank god your mom has the night shift at the hospital so you have the apartment to yourself because you're so fucking loud.

***

The next morning you wake up with Peter's head laying on your stomach, legs entangled with your own.

Your arms stretch above you and you sit up a little, "Pete, come on, we've gotta get to school."

"Wh-, oh yeah," he sits up with a start, eyes wide and lips trembling as he looks at you.

"Huh, Pete, what's wrong?"

"You're, you're covered," he says, fingers lightly running over your hips and then up to your chest.

"Oh," you laugh, looking down at the bruises and hickies he left all over you, "I'm fine," you insist as you stand up.

"Baby, are you, no I hurt you oh my god I'm so sorry-,"

"Peter?" You say, carefully walking to your closet, trying to hide your limp. It wasn't bad, it was a good kind of ache really.

"You're limping," his voice is full of worry and you're scared your boyfriend might freak out.

"A reminder of the night before, I'm fine, promise," you make sure your voice is strong and confident because you are, you don't mind the bruises or the marks, you know he made them while you were fucking, being intimate, that's what mattered.

"Y/N..."

"Peter, did you have a good time last night?"

"Yes, but-,"

"And so did I. So let's get ready for school, I'm sure Dr. Kane has our exams graded and you can see you didn't do as badly as you thought you did."

***

You wear your midtown sweatshirt and cover as much of your hickeys with makeup as you can while Peter tried to help, it just ended with concealer all over his hands and both of you laughing hysterically as he tried to wipe it off.

You walked to school hand in hand, him trying to apologize for every few feet and you cutting him off.

"What up penis Parker?!" Flash shouts as you stop by his locker.

"Fuck off Flash," you sneer and Peter's grip on your side tightens, fingers right over the finger-shaped bruises he gave you last night, causing you to wince.

Flash bickers back before walking away.

"Oh shit, what happened to you?" MJ jokes as she leans against the lockers.

"What do you mean?" Peter asks defensively.

"Oh I don't know, y/n practically limped here, and your neck is basically bright red, makeup doesn't do much for that."

"Long night," you nod and MJ nods back before Peter desperately switches the subject to getting the physics exam.