tom holland oneshots

don't say it

warnings : SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUTTY

summary : you're horny but won't admit that to peter

word count:  1100

You were staying with Peter at the Avengers compound for the two weeks college had granted you. Three days in, you were splayed out on his bed as his was sitting cross-legged by your feet, staring at the computer in his lap. Growing antsy, you started shifting, until your foot had hit his knee lightly, and he chuckled in response. 

After a few moments of laying there (in Peter's shirt and some sleeping shorts), you spoke up, breaking the silence. "Peter," you dragged his name out. 

"Hm?" he hummed, not glancing up to meet your eyes. 

You huffed out at his lack of response before nudging your feet closer to him, one of them wondrously laying directly under his laptop. "Peter," you whined again. 

This time, he looked up before smiling softly, patting your leg to acknowledge he'd heard you, before continuing with his work. You shut your eyes, rubbing one slightly before switching positions so your head was where your feet once where. 

"Hi," you whispered, and Peter giggled as he lifted his laptop to see you. 

"You're silly," he laughed out, still not shifting his focus from his work to his girlfriend. 

You reached under his laptop (over his feet), and lifted his shirt slightly, your fingers toying with the flesh hidden beneath the cloth. Peter jolted in shock and surprise, the unexpected affection unintentionally sending thoughts through his mind, but he didn't speak up about it. He did know, however, that you always kneaded the skin of his stomach and abs whenever you were feeling needy. This was no different. 

When Peter still made no move to pay attention, you shifted your fingers slightly lower, toying with the strings of his sweatpants. Peter inhaled a gasp, his breath hitching, and you hid a smirk in the blanket, the warmth still oozing off of you, sleep fading away. 

A few minutes of this, and you were centimetres away from his groin, and Peter took the hint. Quickly closing his laptop so he could look at you, his eyes went wide. 

"Y/N? Are you... h-"

"Don't say it!" You whined, hand retracting slowly as your eyes crinkled from how hard you had shut them. 

Peter giggled again, reaching for the hand that had just left his body. "Why didn't you just say so?" he asked softly, an intimate glint in his eyes. Your brows relaxed slightly as you attempted to shrug. "I am here to help, after all," he grinned again. 

You had tried to suppress the grin that had grown onto your face from achieving your goal, but Peter had snatched the blanket, leaving you bare and directly under his gaze. He had gripped your waist with both hands, maneuvering you so your head hit the pillow as he hovered over you, arms on each side of your head. 

"C'mon now," he smirked. 

"Peter," you whined, getting antsy again. "Do something."

"I won't; not until you admit that you're horny," he teased. 

"Fine," you huffed, a pout fitted on your face (one Peter found adorable and sexy). "I'm horny." 

He smiled at you, his head tilted. "Can I?" he motioned to your shirt, and you nodded, whispering out a small 'yes,' and Peter moved down your body, kissing your stomach before lifting your shirt over your head and off your body, discarding it somewhere on the bedroom floor. 

He gaped at your chest once the shirt was removed, and you felt slightly intimidated under his eyes, but he merely shook his head, one hand going to your left nipple as his mouth attached to your right. With his hand, he caressed the bud, rolling it between his fingers until it was hard, pinching softly as you let out a groan, and you felt him smirk against skin. He gave a final squeeze to your left boob before moving his mouth, had going to the vacant bud now shining from where his tongue once was. 

"Love these tits," he mumbled out, giving them another squeeze. "These are my tits." 

"Your tits," you confirmed, gasping out as you arched into his touch. Peter grinned again. 

His tongue was lapping and sucking at the bud, leaving sucking and biting and kissing and leaving marks on the skin around the buds. You started whining, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as you grew impatient. 

"What is it, baby? Thought you wanted to be touched?" His voice was cocky, and he knew his dominance was a turn on for you. 

"More- I need more," you whined out again. 

"More what?"

"More, Peter," you huffed rubbing yourself against him in attempt to push things further along. Peter groaned at the action, the bulge in his sweats gaining in size. "Wanna feel you."

"Mhm," Peter hummed, moving down your body, and you whined. "Just wanna taste you first," he said. "C-can I?"

"Yes- yes please- oh! " you gasped out, Peter slipping off your shorts and panties, gaping at your folds, blood rushing straight to his cock. 

"Is my baby sensitive?" he asked from between your legs, and you nodded fervently. He grinned, leaving kisses on your inner thighs before his tongue finally made contact with your clit. You moaned out, body jerking in response to getting the relief you'd been seeking for 

He was lapping your cunt, moving his tongue from your hole and then through your slit before his lips latched on to your clit. You were moaning repetitively now, hips grinding slightly as they lifted off the bed. Peter's arms went around your thighs, hands rubbing circles on your hips as he kept you down against the mattress. 

"Play with your pretty tits for me," he said, and you complied. He groaned at the image, the vibrations sparking a moan from you, and the entire process made Peter impossibly harder. "Want my fingers?" he asked, and you nodded again. Slipping them in, his lips reattached to your clit, fingers moving in and out at a steady pace. A few minutes of this, and the burning fire in your core started growing, your moans getting louder and Peter could tell -- even between your legs -- that you were close. 

"C'mon, give it to me baby. Love your taste," he encouraged, fingers moving faster, tongue doing wonders to you. And then, you climaxed, walls clenching around his fingers, Peter's raging boner growing exponentially as he envisioned his cock in place of his fingers. 

Eventually, you grew sensitive, but Peter could read your body better than yourself, and he moved up your body again, latching his lips onto yours, kiss needy and passionate. He was grinding against you, bulge hitting your clit as you jolted, still recovering slightly. Peter's hands grabbed at the flesh of your chest, kissing you harder. 

"Your turn?" you grinned.