#super kinda nervous cause i’ll have to do college core classes again

[biohazard-inevitable]

Officially applied for college again today…

Now I have a reason to go out in public dressed like an utter loon

[heavenbarnes]

Idk if I'm alone in my opinion, but I'm not the biggest fan of dom tom holland/peter parker😂 I feel like hes a sub frl. Like just imagine college age Peter coming to your dorm and hes ready to study but you just corrupt him and grab at his dick an kiss him while giving him a handjob😂 I just can't see him as the dominant kind, more like a "oh God I can't believe this" as you're deepthroating him with his shaking hands on the back of your head kinda guy🤣 just me?.....okay

no i feel like a lot of people see him as a sub, i do see it too (definitely w peter) but i just personally wanna get fucked hard by tom holland (and that is what the asks also seem to want) so that is how it usually ends up lmao - but this is a very good request

Taking physics in college was fucking hard, harder than you’d anticipated if that was even possible. You had no choice but the recruit the help of seemingly the smartest person in your class, Peter Parker.

The guy was all brains, cute too. Quiet, unless he was talking with his friend Ned, then he didn’t really shut up. You felt a little embarrassed asking him for help, people already underestimated your capability and now you were cementing that by admitting you were struggling.

You saw him across campus, with Ned of course. You held onto your bag and hurried across the parking lot before he could leave.

“Peter!” You called out. “Peter Parker!”

He spun around to find out where the noise was coming from and once he saw that it was you, it was (Y/N) (Y/L/N) calling out for him, he dropped his books. You were the prettiest girl in his class, if not the whole fucking campus and you were calling his name.

Once you got closer, you crouched to help him pick up his dropped belongings as Ned just stood there watching. He was just as surprised as Peter to see you interacting with him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” You laughed, handing him back one of his books.

“No, it’s my fault, I have hand issues.”

“You do?”

“No, and I don’t know why I just said that.”

You laughed at his nervous energy and just hurried the conversation along.

“I am over here to ask if you’d maybe give me a hand with physics study, I’m fucking struggling.” You sighed, scratching your head.

Peter’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He began to stutter and motion his hands erratically, looking for the words. 

“Only if you don’t mind, you could come to my dorm and I could like order us dinner or whatever.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all!” He accidentally shouted, making you lean back a bit.

“Great news, are you free this evening?”

“Yes, I’m free.” He smiled kindly, your heart melted just a bit. He was really good looking once you got past all that nervousness.

Once you both arrived back at your dorm, Peter looked around in awe. You would’ve thought you’d taken him to the Louvre. He took everything in, slowly, as to not miss a thing.

“Please, take a seat.” You motioned to your bed. “Sorry there isn’t a lot of room.”

“No, the bed is fine! I like the bed.”

“Oh, good stuff then.”

As you turned to place your bed down you could see him literally face palm at what he’d said. This kid was a fucking meme.

As you sat beside him, you pulled your books onto your lap. He shuffled to face you before looking confused, reaching beneath himself. He brought his hand back with a fistful of black lace. He studied it for a moment before realizing he was holding your panties.

Once he caught on, he literally flung the thing across the room. His cheeks went a bright shade of crimson and he prayed to whatever was above that the bed would swallow him up like that super old movie “Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“I am so sorry, I shouldn’t hav-”

“No, I’m sorry for leaving my panties out.”

“Your panties, cool you just said panties and now I’m saying panties and I wish I could stop-”

“How about we just study a little, if you could explain a bit of physics to me.”

“Yes, of course.”

God damn, once he got onto something he knew about, he was unstoppable. Hearing him speak fluently about physics, that was surprisingly hot. What didn’t he know? You wondered just how he knew so much at that age?

You nodded along as he spoke, feeling your eyes naturally drift to his mouth. Small lips, but still pretty luscious the way they pursed with each word. You watched the way he spoke with his hands. Big hands, long fingers. You wondered how they’d feel-

What the fuck were you doing. He was here to study. You had to just keep it in your pants for a couple more hours and then it’d all be fine.

You tried your hardest, but your mind kept drifting to what he’d look like under those clothes. You bet he had a pretty cock. Probably long, a little skinny, but still hit just the right spot-

“(Y/N)? You okay?” He snapped you out of your thoughts. 

Oh fuck, you’d been staring.

“Yep, just taking in everything you’re saying.” You chuckled nervously. “There is a lot to take in.”

“Yeah, there is.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Want me to slow down?”

“No, that’s okay you just keep going.”

So he did and you mentally scolded yourself to fucking focus. The poor guy is pouring out his physics heart and soul and you’re ignoring it cause you’re thinking about his coc-

“You remember that chapter right?”

“Oh, yeah I remember that chapter about the thing you were talking about.”

He laughed quietly at your reaction. You think he knew you weren’t listening, but he probably didn’t know what you were thinking about.

You managed to listen successfully for like an hour, you were pretty proud of yourself. He was just so fucking smart and it was becoming really sexy. You wondered how easy it would be to just subtly touch his thigh, run your fingers up it.

What did you have to lose? If he questioned it, pretend you were trying to touch the book.

As he spoke about theoretical physics, you let your left hand reach across and gently touch his thigh. You felt him tense under his jeans, but not making any attempt to stop you. You lightly traced circles into his thigh as he spoke, hearing him stumble on his words.

You brought your fingers up slightly, just a little under the t-shirt he was wearing. You played with one of his belt loops, getting ever so closer to his bare skin. Getting closer to his crotch.

You moved your hand down just a touch and you hit the jackpot. He was getting hard, right there on his thigh and right there under your hand. As soon as you came in contact with it, Peter panicked.

“Um and then you um you would um-”

You ran your hand along his length, confined under the material. As it continued to harden, your assumptions proved to be correct. He wasn’t massive, but by no means would he disappoint.

“Do you want me to stop, Peter?” Your lips were moments from his ear, your warm breath hitting your skin.

“No, please don’t stop.” He choked out.

“Has anyone touched you like this before?”

“No, never.”

“And you want me to touch you like this?”

“Yes please.”

You removed your hand and he let out the quietest whimper, you still caught it. You used that hand to push him back till he was leaning on his elbows. You lifted his shirt a bit to get at his belt, what you found made you gasp. Peter was ripped?

You looked up to meet his eyes and he looked worried. It wasn’t until your expression changed to impressed, he released the tension from his jaw a little.

You undid the belt around his waist and started on his button and zipper. You lent over and pressed your lips to his, obviously leading the way. You drew his zipper down and felt him gasp into your mouth.

You reached in, under his jeans and his boxers, taking him in your hand. You continued to kiss him, your tongue running over his lip before taking it between your teeth. He followed the motions with a whimper before letting out an unexpected moan when you ran your hand over the head of his cock.

You took it out from his pants and finally got a good look at it. It was fucking gorgeous. Long, pink at the top and tan along the shaft. A vein running up the side. You couldn’t wait to feel it in you at some point. Not today. But at some point.

You separated your lips for a moment so you could spit into your hand, before joining them again instantly and running your hand up his length.

You twisted back down, bringing it up and over the head. Peter couldn’t help the moans that left his mouth and traveled into yours.

“Peter, make as much noise as you’d like.” You whispered, speeding up your motions and making him buck his hips up.

He let out an even louder moan when you ran  your thumb over the head. You pulled back to look at the full picture in front of you and you felt a rush of heat to your core. Peter looked flushed, curls pushed back, lips puffy from the kissing, lent back on his elbows, abs a little exposed, cock in your hand.

This guy was a dream and didn’t even know it. You might as well treat him.

You got down between his spread thighs and he looked at you as if he might come right then and there. You took one long lick up from the base to the tip. You swirled your tongue around the head before putting the whole thing in your mouth.

Putting him right down your throat, he squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head back. You worked him with your mouth and your hand, taking him out to smack him lightly on your tongue.

He looked down at you, taking in just how good you looked with his cock in your mouth. Peter couldn’t believe how lucky he got. He no longer had to jerk off to the thought of you, he got it in real life. Too bad Ned would never believe him.

He felt that familiar heat in the bottom of his stomach, he knew he’d come soon. He was never good at fighting it off. He didn’t want you laughing at him. You sensed his stress.

“If you have to come, you can.” You swirled your hand around him as you spoke. “I’ll even let you come in my mouth.”

He croaked, his hips bucking at your words. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t last very long since- uh I just have kind of heightened senses.”

You weren’t really sure what he was on about but you just smiled kindly.

“That’s okay, I can’t wait to have you come down my throat.”

He started to stutter, hips lifting from the mattress. You quickly put him back in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks to help him along. It wasn’t long before he let out a stretched moan.

You felt the hot liquid go right down the back of your throat. You cleaned him off and sat back, swallowing before showing him your empty mouth.

He let out a long sigh and ran his hand through his hair.

“Th-thank you?”

“You don’t have to thank me, Peter.” You laughed.

“Could you show me how to properly thank you?”

“Oh, hell yeah I can.”