still we rise

You continued moaning and whimpering under him while he worked. His whole body felt hot, every sound you made sent more of his blood rushing south. When he reached your shoulders you let out a particularly erotic sounding moan  and Peter bit down on his cheek. He tried to will himself to stay calm but he couldn’t help growing hard. He shifted above you to try and hide his arousal from you so you wouldn’t think he’d dragged you away just to have sex.

“Peter,” you smirked under him, noticing how fidgety he had become, “Are you alright?”

“O-Of course,” he cleared his throat, “My leg was just falling asleep.”

“I see,” you hummed, “That’s funny because I swore I felt something poking my back.”

“N-No! No, you didn’t feel anything, it was just my knee,” he lied.

“That was so not your knee,” you giggled, “Come on Peter, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I just don’t want you to think that I was just trying to have sex or something, I really want to help you relax,” he pursed his lips, continuing to work at your shoulders as he spoke, “It was just that you were kind of moaning and stuff...”

“I can’t help it, you’re just making me feel so good Peter,” you purred, “So, so good.”

He swallowed and took a long breath, “Come on.”

“But you are,” you insisted, “And if you let me roll over I’d like to make you feel good too.”

Peter climbed off you right away, his whole body buzzed with anticipation. He slammed his lips against yours the second you rolled over, his hands began to wander your bare torso. You tugged his shirt off and he attached his lips to your neck.

You moaned as he nipped at your skin, he smiled against you, “God your so sexy.”

“Mmm, so are you,” you grinned as he tugged your shorts and underwear off your hips, “So, so sexy Peter.”

He moaned loudly when you started palming over him. His lips returned to yours while he struggled out of his sweats. With both of you left in only your underwear you rolled over so you could straddle his hips. You ground down against him before separating again.

“You so fucking gorgeous,” he grinned up at you, one of his hands grazing over your breast.

You whimpered when he pinched your nipple, grabbing onto the edge of his boxers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his lips to yours again.

You helped Peter out of his boxers and took him in your hand. He moaned happily at the feeling and let you push him back onto the bed. He was hard already so you hovered above him, he held your hips to help keep you steady. Gently he pulled you down onto him, pushing his hips up and moaning at the sensation. You whimpered as you sank down onto him, he massaged your hips encouraging you to relax against him.

“Just tell me when your ready,” he brushed the valley between your breasts with the back of one of his hands.

You nodded, “Yeah, just a second,” you rocked your hips lightly against his while you adjusted to him.

“I wanna hear more of those pretty sounds you were making for me baby,” he smiled lazily up at you, moving his hand down towards your core.

His thumb grazed over your clit, working slowly to make you feel as good as he could. You inhaled sharply before you moaned. You started to rock your hips a little harder against his before you started riding him. Peter rocked his hips upwards to meet your movements. He started to rub your clit harder and faster, drinking in your pleasured moans with a big smile. 

“Fuck baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he warned.

“Me either,” you gasped as he thrusted up into you, “Fuck, right there Peter, please.”

“Yeah? Am I making you feel good baby?” he squeezed your waist.

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut, “Yes Peter, I-I wanna cum together.”

“Me too, are you close baby?” he panted as he felt you clench around him.

“Really close,” you confirmed. 

Peter pushed himself up so he could kiss you again, smiling while you moaned into his mouth. You squeezed his shoulder and tried to pull away so you could tell him you were about to finish, but he pinched your clit and all you could do was gasp. Peter groaned as you clenched down around him, falling apart just a second after you did. He continued rocking his hips against yours, helping to work both of you through your highs.

He pressed his forehead against yours as you both started to come down. Both of you were panting and smiling. You let out heavy, breathy laugh that Peter couldn’t help but copy.

“So how was the massage?” he teased.

You laughed, “It was great, I really appreciated the happy ending.”

“Me too,” he kissed you deeply and fell back onto the bed, “You wanna lay down for a little while?”

You nodded and climb off of him, instead opting to lay down with your head on his chest, “I wanna snuggle.”

“Me too,” he wrapped both of his arms around you and kissed your head, “But you should go pee first.”

You groaned, “Can you stop being responsible for five minutes?”

“Not when it comes to your health,” he smiled at you while you dragged yourself out of bed.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, you’re the best boyfriend in the world,” you padded over to the bedroom door and looked back at him, “Don’t more a muscle until I get back.”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

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“Whoa,” Peter breathes, chest heaving, “I won’t be able to handle you doing that, Bug. Gonna have to take care of myself if you keep going.”

You shake your head. “Let me.”

Peter looks at you for a moment as if he’s processing, as if the gears in his brain have gotten stuck on something before whirring back to life in understanding.

“Are you sure?” His grip on your wrist hasn’t loosened and you find yourself looking at your lap, a little shame-faced. You’ve never told Peter you’re a virgin. Never told him his is the first cock you’ve ever touched, his lips the first to brush against your own. What if he gets scared? What if he thinks it’s weird you’ve gotten through all these years without having sex?

“We don’t have to,” Peter’s voice pulls you from your rapidly spinning thoughts and you shake your head again.

“Wanna touch you,” you assure him, hesitating one more fraction of a breath. “But I’ve, uh, I’m sorta…I’ve never done this before.”

Peter laughs, not cruelly as you expected, but with a sweet and melodious tone as he reaches up with his free hand to cup your chin, running a thumb over your cheek.

“I kinda figured,” he whispers. You bite your lip, suddenly feeling silly, but Peter tilts your chin up so you can look in his eye. “I’m so in love with you, baby. It blows my mind that you want me to be the one to help you learn.”

A smile threatens to overwhelm your face as Peter leans in to kiss the top of your nose. He releases your wrist and shoves his pants and boxers down, allowing you to help pull them off his legs. He laughs again at the wide-eyed look you give his cock.

“It’s bigger than I thought,” you blurt out and Peter flushes.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, “But that’s partly your fault.” You know he’s talking about his attraction to you; he’s held your hand up against his boner enough times, whispering ‘feel what you do to me?’ when you’ve been in public places.

“Can I…?” You tentatively reach out and Peter nods, his eyes fluttering closed as your hand wraps around his length. “Tell me what to do?”

peter parker is a nerd. it’s what you like to tease him about even though it’s probably getting old as a joke, but you do whatever you can to help him gain more confidence as you’ve gotten closer as friends. this included dragging him to thrift stores, messing up his hair to bring out his curls, and accompanying him in trying (a little bit of) weed so he can relax for once in his life.

but as more of your friends start to flood into your apartment, the more you notice peter’s little mannerisms and how they feel... different. it can’t be just because of the stupid chain. though you’re realizing that you can’t stop staring at it and the way it sits at the base of his neck. 

you’ve downed enough screwdrivers to feel the blood rushing to your head, so you stumble onto your couch and accidentally join in on a game of truth or dare slash spin the bottle, because harry insisted on playing but ned insisted on having the option to not kiss people.

“y/n, it’s all you,” mj says.

“huh?” you blink up to everyone watching you. “dude, i can’t play. if i kiss anyone tonight i’m just gonna drag ‘em straight to my room.”

you lock eyes with peter briefly right after your comment and you see a slight roseate flush on his cheeks. you wonder if it’s because he’s just as drunk as you.

“all the more reason, you little whore,” harry teases.

“shut up,” you snort, shoving him on the arm. “give me a dare or something.”

“okay. i dare you to kiss whoever the bottle lands on. and then take them to your room,” harry grins.

you shrug nonchalantly. you’d already had a short-lived fling with harry, and anyone else in the room you’d kiss and probably roll a joint with in your room. you imagine the scenarios in your head as you spin the empty wine bottle, faces shifting in your mind, but they all seem to turn into one face.

peter’s. who also happens to be the chosen one by the bottle.

the whole circle starts to hoot as you roll your eyes at their expense. you’re too drunk to be this nervous. since when are you ever nervous? you decide to make it quick, pulling him by the chain closer to you as you kiss him gently.

harry boos loudly. “c’monnnnn, you can do better than that, disney channel!”

peter doesn’t know what hits him, but he kisses you again, but with more passion. your eyelashes flutter in surprise when his mouth is against yours again. his tongue peeks out to touch your bottom lip and you feel warmer than ever. your friends cheer.

“thanks for the show, you sluts,” harry sneers. “now go, shoo.”

without exchanging a word, peter gets up and walks to your room as you follow. you grimace at the feeling of mj slapping your ass as you walk away, but she flashes you a cheeky grin.

“we don’t have to do anything,” you disclaim right when you’re able to close your bedroom door.

“oh,” peter nods, trying not to let the disappointment show on his face. “okay.”

“unless, you, like, want to. but i don’t wanna make things weird.”

“right--”

“but also, we just made out, so i guess it wouldn’t be, um, that weird. i guess,” you stammer. 

peter narrows his eyes at you with a smile. you keep blinking haphazardly like something’s in your eye. you still feel dazed from the kiss, even moreso at the sight of him casually sitting on your bed. wearing that stupid goddamn chain.

“you okay?”

“yeah. yes! i just feel insecure about how messy my room is now,” you lie.

“looks fine to me.”

“thanks,” you reply sheepishly. the two of you sit on your bed in silence. god, this is so fucking awkward.

“y/n, i--”

“canikissyou?”

“what?”

“what?”

“i was going to say that i like you.”

your heart is fucking pounding.

“and i was going to ask if i could kiss you.”

“i would say yes.”

with a grin, you lock mouths again, this time with as much eagerness as possible as you climb into his lap. he kisses you down to your collarbone while his hands drift to your hips and you subconsciously rock your lower half towards him. 

it’s like kissing him is making you even drunker. you pull him by the shoulders so that he’s on top of you, and for a second, he pulls away just to look at you and your blissed out face.

“you’re so fucking pretty.”

“you’re prettier,” you grin. the way his chain hangs over you makes you feel fucking insane. 

within minutes, the both of you have managed to discard most of your clothes. peter’s hand rubs your thigh as he kisses you, nibbles on your neck and grins when he hears your tiny kitten moans. slowly, his fingers graze over the front of your underwear and his eyes widen just a bit when he feels how wet you are. you grab his hand yourself to shove down your panties out of impatience, and when he starts to cooperate and rub your bud gently, you have to bite your lip to suppress your moans. 

“this okay?” he whispers.

“mhm,” you murmur dreamily. 

his mouth is slack as he watches you come undone for him. meanwhile, you can’t keep your eyes off him either, how he’s hovering over you and breathing just as heavily at the sight of you grinding up into his hand. his chain bounces as he breathes and it makes you wetter by the second.

the more you whine in little whispers just for him to hear, the wider his lovesick smile gets. 

soon enough, you feel it, the way his fingers cradle themselves into the sweet spot in your cunt. if your orgasm feels this good, you can only imagine how good his cock would feel buried inside of you.

“‘m cumming,” you whimper. he covers your mouth with his hand and the sudden dominance excites you. 

"Yeah. Well thanks for letting me rent to you, I better get going now anyways," Tom said his goodbyes, and as you heard the silence from the room, you rushed into the bathroom, as if you hadn't just overheard your boyfriend talking shit about you.

If someone had asked how you and Tom were doing, you would in a heartbeat have said that everything was perfect and amazing – No hesitation. But things are never as perfect as they seem. You thought Tom was happy, but you were proven wrong by that phone call. 

You were obviously too clingy. So the next few days, you tried to distance yourself, hug him less, text less, and you let him be by himself when he was sitting on the couch with a script in hand, normally you would have joined him, and cuddled into his side until he gave you the attention.

Thinking back to all of these different moments, you began to understand where he came from. Maybe you were too clingy. And that's why you stopped. You would do anything to save yours and Tom's relationship. 

"Darling," Tom called out for you, as he entered the living room where you were sat watching a random show on Netflix. "I'm going out with the boys." He gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

"What's up?" Tom asked a minute after he had pulled away. He knew you very well, and was always the first to know when something was wrong, he just didn’t know what.

"Nothing," you answered immediately, giving him a small smile. "Go have fun."

"Something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure?" He asked one last time.

"Yeah, go have fun." Tom knew he wouldn't win this argument, nor would he find out why you were this distant. So he left the house with no other comments.

Tom had felt your absence for a time now, but he had no idea what had caused it, he also didn't know how to bring it up to you. He felt as if you purposely ignored him, and went on with your days as if he wasn't even there. 

He couldn't pinpoint the last time you had spent some private time together, other than sleeping and eating of course, but there wasn't much interaction there either. 

If Tom was being honest, he was scared that your absence was a sign of your boredom with him. And he couldn't help but wonder if you would break up with him, and that was the last thing Tom wanted. 

Tom had been sitting on the couch for more or less the whole day, and then at some point in the evening, you had decided to join him – well in the living room at least. You were sitting on a chair with a book in hand, and hadn't even looked at Tom as you found comfort in your seat, and it was killing him.

This had been going on for some time now, and he was tired of it. If you wanted to break up with him, he would rather just get it over, instead of having his heart broken more for every time you ignored his presence.

"What happened?" Tom finally breaks the two weeks long silence that had been between the two of you. He was tired of the loneliness, he wanted you back. 

You were a little surprised by his sudden outburst, but replied with the same word you had been using nonstop. "Nothing." As the words left your mouth – without even looking at Tom –, he could feel his eyes filling up with tears.

"No! Something is wrong, and you are ignoring it," he said as he stood up from the couch. You looked up from your book, eyes meeting his, but you didn't say anything, so Tom decided to ask the question he had been dreading this whole time. "Are you breaking up with me?" 

If the words in itself didn't hurt you, the look on Tom's face and his breaking voice definitely did. He looked so broken and sad, and you felt the guilt build up in your stomach.

"No," you told him, as you stood up as well, standing in front of him, hand reaching out for his.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"Because I thought you were tired of me." As you said so, Tom's facial expression changed completely. "I overheard a phone call, and you said how I was too clingy, and annoying, and that I wouldn't leave you alone."

"I was talking about my manager, not you." Tom finally pulled you into a hug, and kissed your forehead. "I'm not annoyed with you. Never have, never will be. I love you," he told you sincerely as he kissed your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry I read into things too much." You swiped your finger across his cheek, wiping away a fallen tear. 

"So just to be clear, you're not breaking up with me?" You were quick to shake your head, and give a salted tear kiss. 

"I'm not breaking up with you." You said as you pulled away, just for Tom to pull you back in.

she nods once, then leans forward and pokes tom’s cheek, “daddy, why are you sad?” she asks, her little brows pulling together.

tom chuckles and boops the girls’ nose, “m’ not sad, sweet girl, just nervous,”

“nervous?” she repeats, the word slightly mispronounced in her sweet voice.

“so you’re not sad?” she looks down when she moves and the paper crinkles under her.

“not sad, lovie,”

“good,” she pokes along the bench, liking the sound the paper makes, “i don’t like when daddy sad,” she’s more focused now, and tom finds it in himself to smile down at his girl and her naiveness.

down the hall, your coworker comes to your office, “y/n? your 2:15 is here, room 4b,” you nod and push away from your desk, letting her hand you the clip board.

“thank you…oh, just her yearly set of shots, thanks, katie,”

katie nods and fixes her scub top, “no worries, and disclaimer, the dad? really hot,”

you just roll your eyes and draw the clip board into your chest, “don’t you have x-rays with whistler downstairs?”

she starts to walk away, toward the elevator, “just tell me if he’s hotter up close,” she wiggles her brows.

you shake your head and make your way to the room, mumbling to yourself when you come to fine he is hot, and his daughter is prescious.

“delilah?” you ask, and the man turns to you, still standing in front of his daughter.

“can you see say hi, sweetie?”

“hi!” she says enthusiastically, and your grin matches tom’s.

“hi there, i’m doctor y/l/n, and your dad?” you ask, to which tom holds out his hand.

“yeah, tom,” he nods, smiling at you. you will definitely be telling katie about this.

“did you bring her to get her shots last year?” you ask, turning to the counter to ready the doses.

“uh, yeah, and the year before, it’s uh, just me,” he rubs his daughter’s back as she fiddles with the hem of her dress.

“oh, well, hope to see you next year then,” you smile, flicking the needle before setting it down, “hi, delilah,” you lean down to meet her eye level, “my name is y/n, i’m gona give you a little poke okay?” she nods but doesn’t look up, “how old are you, sweetie?”

she looks at tom when you ask, and he nods, “i’m three,” she holds up three little fingers excitedly, and you can tell by her enthusiasm that tom is much more nervous than she is.

“wow, three? are you in preschool?” she shakes her head.

 “no, daddy’s on a break so i get to spend every day with him!” she tells you, her smile taking up most of her sweet little face.

you look over at tom, and he’s already smiling over at delilah before at you too, “you must be having a great time..okay, delilah, are you ready?”

she gets a bit quieter and you smile down at her sympathetically, “do you wanna hold your dad’s hand?” she nods, but you don’t miss her little pout.

tom steps forward and takes her hand, which she quickly clings to it, “will it hurt daddy?” she nearly whimpers, and your heart breaks.

“just a little bit, love, but only for a second, and i’ll be right here, okay?”

“okay,”

you clean off her shoulder with a cotton ball, and try to keep her distracted, “so what have you guys been doing while dad takes a break?” you aren’t sure what he’s breaking from, but she seems to be excited about it.

“we got ice cream yesterday,” she tells you, “and we’re gonna see grandma and grandpa tomorrow– owie!”

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” you say, “keep your arm relaxed okay, give dad’s hand a squeeze… perfect, all done,” you rub her arm a bit before reaching over to the drawer and pulling out a little case, “here, do you wanna pick a band aid, one you can show grandma and grandpa when you see them,”

she leans over and points at a pink band-aid with little flowers on it, “this one,” she sniffles, unshead tears shining in her eyes.

“ooh, that’s a pretty one, here you go,” you grab it and peel the plastic away. tom watches you with his daughter fondly, thinking that it’s your job to be good with kids, but thinking there’s something about you that makes both him and delilah comfortable.

“you can have a candy too, if it’s alright with you?” you look up at tom, and he nods, smiling when his daughter does.

"Peter," You gasped, his grip forcing you to walk backwards until your back was up against the window. He grabbed your legs, hooking them over his waist while his other arm supported you.

Peter's enhanced strength often came in handy. Such as moving a couch up four flights of stairs. Or when he wanted to fuck you against a wall-or window in this case.

"Oh, like you didn't know what you were doing when you said that," he muttered, breaking away from your lips only briefly.

"They could walk in-"

"I think with how loud you tend to get, they'll figure it out pretty damn quick." Peter's hands fumbled under your skirt.

"Fuck it-"

"Don't you dare-"

The sound of fabric ripping signaled that you were too late.

You shot him a look. Peter was too busy stuffing your now ripped panties into his pocket.

"I'll buy you new ones, bug. I always do," He said against your neck, "But right now, I gotta put a baby inside ya, okay?"

The two of you both agreed you were at a stable enough point in your lives to start trying. It was why you two were touring houses. You weren't actively trying, the two of you agreed it would be less stressful to just let it happen.

What you didn't expect to "just happen" was for Peter to become absolutely feral at the mere mention of having kids and fucking you up against a window.

You'd be lying if you said it was the first time you and Peter had sex in a semi-public place. Your back had become familiar with many bathroom stalls and brick walls.

And fuck if it didn't turn you on.

"You're already so wet, don't even need to get ya warmed up," He cooed.

"Please, before that real estate agent-Fuck, Peter!" You said louder than you intended as Peter slammed his hips against yours, filling you up instantly.

He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting into you again at a bruising pace.

"Is this what you want? Want me to put a baby in ya?" He grunted into your ear. You nodded weakly, your head buried into his neck as your makeshift attempt to keep the agent from hearing you.

"P-Please. Want it s'bad," You whispered.

"I know, bug. Just gotta make you come first, okay?" You bit your lip as he began to draw fast circles on your clit.

You whined into Peter's neck, tightening the grip you had on his shoulders and his cock.

At that moment, you didn't care if the real estate agent or God themselves walked in. You only wanted one thing.

"Please, fill me up, please," You repeated, your voice reduced to a whimper. Peter's fingers became more frantic and desperate.

You came first, Peter quickly following you. You couldn't help but moan at the sensation of him coming inside you. It wasn't an unfamiliar act, but the intention behind it had changed.

"Please tell me this bedroom has its own bathroom," You said after catching your breath.

“Tom? What are you doing here?” You asked as you sat up in surprise at the sight of him. You hadn’t seen him since your relationship ended in flames the year prior and hadn’t expected to see him ever again. Not counting every time you turned on your TV and saw him in a new trailer, of course.

“The hospital called me. They said you’d been in an accident?” His face twisted in concern as he pulled a chair up to sit beside you.

“You must still be my emergency contact.” You realized. “I forgot to change it.”

“Oh. Right.” His face fell slightly in disappointment. “Well I’m still glad I came. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. You should see the other guy.” You cracked an embarrassed smile and pointed to your head bandage.

“Oh no.” His eyes widened. “You didn’t get into another fight at Target, did you?”

“Not this time. It was just a car accident.”

“Just a car accident? That sounds pretty serious. What happened?” Tom asked as he took your hand into his.

“This kid ran in front of my car and I hit the brakes too soon. I smacked my head against the window and cracked it.”

“Cracked your head or the window?”

“Both.” You smiled sheepishly.

“Ouch.” He chuckled. “What’s the damage?”

“20 stitches and a killer headache. I’ll be okay though.” You shrugged and gave him an assuring smile. Tom sat up in his chair and gently touched the side of your head to inspect your injury. You gulped a little under his touch and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

“Yeah. You were never one to be sidetracked by pain.” He returned the smile. “How many times did I ask you if you were okay before you finally admit your appendix burst?”

“Hey, in my defense, we’d been hiking all day and I was not about to miss that sunset. The pain wasn’t even that bad.” You chuckled as you patted your appendectomy scar.

“Not that bad? Your organ exploded.” He pointed out with a laugh.

“But remember how beautiful the sky looked? And we had those delicious doughnuts.” You sighed and squeezed his hand.

“I remember. You still had powdered sugar on your face when they took you away in the ambulance.” Tom smiled softly as he remembered the day.

“Yeah. You sat at my bedside for hours. So long that they then had to check you in for chronic neck pain.”

“Yeah. They really don’t make these chairs comfortable.” Tom said as he moved uncomfortably in his chair. You laughed at what he was doing before letting out a pained sigh.

“Thanks for coming. You didn’t have to do that. I know most people wouldn’t have driven down to the hospital to see if their ex girlfriend was okay.” You smiled in embarrassment and rubbed your aching head.

“Most people don’t have the pleasure of calling you their ex girlfriend. Of course I’m here, darling. I came as soon as they called.” Tom smiled sweetly as you and rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Well I appreciate it. I’m glad you’re here. I hope I didn’t pull you away from anything important.” You sighed and gave his hand another squeeze.

“Don’t worry about it. Nothing is more important than you. I am going to ask you to pay my parking fee, though. Since you went and got yourself in a car accident, it’s the least you can do.” Tom teased you.

“Fine. I’ll loan you the $12.” You humored him.

“Good.” He smiled. “I couldn’t have afforded it otherwise.”

“Please. I see your face on a new billboard every month. Nice Rolex by the way.” You said and nodded towards his wrist.

“You bought this for me.” He reminded you as he held up his arm.

“I know. I just wanted to point out how pathetic you were for wearing a gift from your ex girlfriend. I didn’t realize you were obsessed with me.” You pretended to cringe and looked to the side.

“You caught me.” He laughed. “But how could I not be obsessed with you? You managed to make a hospital gown look hot.”

“It’s open in the back.” You winked seductively at him.

“Say less.” He whispered as he leaned in. You both laughed as you pushed him away.

“You look good, by the way. I like your hair grown out.” You said as you reached out to touch his hair.

“Yeah. I went a little crazy with the hair gel in 2020. My family had to hold an intervention.” He laughed shyly as he ran his hand through his hair.

“How are they? I miss Sam and Paddy. Harry, not so much.”

“They’re good. They ask about you sometimes.” Tom nodded and avoided eye contact.

“Aw.” You smiled sadly. “I always wonder how they’re doing.”

“Do you ever wonder how I’m doing?” Tom asked as he slowly looked up at you.

“I know how you’re doing.” You shrugged. “You’re an extremely successful actor. You’re living your best life.”

“I’m not, actually. I haven’t been living my best life since we-“

Before Tom could finish his sentence, a man came into the room in a hurry. You quickly pulled your hand out of Tom’s and pretended to scratch the side of your head.

“Are you okay, baby? I came as soon as my game ended.” The man said.

“Baby?” Tom looked at you in confusion.

“Tom, this is Cameron. My boyfriend.” You smiled weakly and gestured to the man. Tom’s face immediately crumbled as he looked up at the incredibly handsome and incredibly tall man you were calling your boyfriend.

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t realize. Hey, man.” Tom got out of his seat and held out his hand.

“Hey. Who are you?” Cameron asked and shook Tom’s hand.

“I’m Tom.”

“Isn’t that…”

“My ex. Yeah.” You nodded when Cameron trailed off.

“Sorry, why are you here? Do you guys still keep in contact or something?” Cameron laughed awkwardly as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

“No. He was still the emergency contact in my phone. It was just a misunderstanding.” You explained.

“Oh, okay. You should probably head out then.” Cameron said to Tom. Tom nodded as his sad eyes fell to the floor.

“Don’t go!” You said without thinking about it. Tom looked at you with hope in his eyes while Cameron looked at you in confusion.

“I mean, he came all this way. Why not stay a little while?” You quickly followed up.

“Okay. I’ll stay.” Tom smiled and sat back in his chair. Cameron gave you an annoyed look and you felt yourself start to panic.

“Cam, could you get me some ice cream from the cafeteria?” You asked through a forced smile.

“Sure. What flavor?”

“Mint chip.” You and Tom said at the same time. Tom turned around in his chair and gave Cameron a smug smile

“But with extra chocolate chips on top.” Tom said with a wink.

“What he said.” You chuckled. Cameron gave you both an unamused smile before leaving the room.

“I’m sorry about that.” You smiled apologetically. “I should’ve told you I was seeing someone.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I got ahead of myself. I thought getting the call and seeing you again was the universe pushing us back together or something. But I guess not because you have a boyfriend.” Tom forced a laugh and tried to hide how upset he was.

“Yeah, I do.” You faked a laugh as well. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“No. I haven’t seen anyone since we broke up. You have though! And I’m just so happy for you.” He said through a forced smile.

“Tom, I feel like we should talk about this.” You said as you sensed his indifference.

“His nickname for you was strange, right?” Tom laughed awkwardly. “You hate being called “baby”. You said it made you feel like you were being catcalled.”

“I know. But I’m trying to be more open minded. You always said I was too negative, so.” You shrugged and looked to the side.

“I did say that a lot, didn’t I?” Tom realized. “It’s funny. I don’t remember you as a negative person when I think of you. I only remember the good parts.”

“You don’t remember all the fights we had over the long hours you work?” You raised an eyebrow. “And all the times you said you’d show up for something and didn’t?“

“Now that you mention it, I do recall a lot of screaming.” Tom chuckled.

“It wasn’t always the bad kind of screaming.” You reminded him, making him blush.

“I know. You used to get so excited when you beat me at Scrabble.” Tom teased.

“Not what I meant but okay.”

You both laughed and felt the tension leave the room. It felt like it did before Cameron showed up, just two people who deeply cared for each other remembering why they did.

“I should’ve showed up for you more.” Tom said after a beat. “A job is just a job but you were never just a girl.”

“You showed up today. That counts.” You said as you reached for Tom’s hand.

“Maybe. But I’m too late. I remember the day you walked out. You said you were setting me free. But I never wanted to be free from you. I wish I realized that before it was too late.” Tom gave you a sad smile before bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. You opened your mouth to say something, but Cameron came back before you got a chance.

“Hey baby. I brought you the brownie. Oh, he’s still here.” Cameron said when his eyes landed on Tom.

“She asked for ice cream.” Tom scrunched his nose as he took the browning from Cameron.

“Excuse me?” Cameron scoffed and stepped up to Tom.

“Oh my God.” You groaned. “Don’t even start. Nobody wants to see you two fighting. It wouldn’t even be a fair fight.”

“Why do you say that?“ Cameron asked you.

“No reason.” You said quickly, making Tom snort.

“Cam, could you check me out at the front desk, please?” You asked to get him out of the room again.

“Sure, baby. Are you cool to drive home? The suns setting and you know how I feel about driving with the sun in my eyes.” Cameron asked as he gestured to his eyes.

“I’m sorry, you want her to drive home? From the hospital? That she’s in because she just got into a car accident?” Tom asked as he got out of his chair.

“Is there a problem with that?” Cameron asked and stepped closer to Tom.

“Yeah. Do you need me to spell it out again or do you think you could figure it out by yourself this time?” Tom asked as he cocked his head.

“What’s this guys problem?” Cameron asked you.

“Cam, just go sign me out.” You sighed. “Please? I’ll be out in a minute.”

Cameron gave Tom one last look before leaving the room. The tension returned and you looked anywhere but Tom.

“He’s a real charmer. Where did you find him? Home Depot?” Tom asked sarcastically. You went silent and played with the heart monitor on your finger.

“What?” Tom wondered.

“I did, actually.” You admitted. “I found him at Home Depot.”

“No way.” Tom held back a laugh.

“He moves wood or something. I don’t know.” You laughed and covered your face with your hands. This time, Tom was the one to go quiet.

“What?” You wondered.

“Is he bigger than me?”

“Tom.” You groaned.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. You chuckled at the fact that he hadn’t changed and decided to throw him a bone.

“No.” You told him. “He’s not. He’s not funnier than you either. Or kinder, better looking, or really surpassing you in any way.”

“He’s taller, though.” Tom said with a coy smile.

“That’s true.” You chuckled. “He’s 6’1.”

“Wow.” Tom playfully rolled his eyes. “Sounds like a real keeper.”

“You know wanna know something? I was driving to Cameron’s house when I got in the accident. I had some pretty tough news to tell him.”

“Oh yeah?” Tom raised an eyebrow and sat back down on your bed.

“Yeah.” You smiled coyly. “I was on my way to tell him that I’m still in love with my ex.”

“Oh really?” Tom tried to remain calm as his face heated up in a blush.

“Not you, though.” You told him. “The guy before you.”

“Right.” Tom played along. “Pony trail guy? Who made candles in his bathroom and called all women in his life “pumpkin”? That ex?”

“Yeah.” You humored him. “I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately. I could really use some more candles.”

“Tell you what. How about you break up with that boyfriend of yours, as charming as he may be, and you let me take you on a date? I’ll drive, since you’re clearly very bad at it.” He teased you as he took your hands into his. You looked down at your hands and felt the spark reignite in your chest, though you weren’t entirely sure it ever left.

“I don’t know.” You sighed as you looked up at him.

“I’ll buy you all the candles you want.”

“Even the ones with the stupid names?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t see how a candle can smell like a Sparkling Midnight Angel but yeah, if it makes you happy.” He replied, his sarcastic tone making you laugh.

“Then it’s a date.” You smiled and started it lean. Just as Tom was leaning in the rest of the way, Cameron came back into your room.

“Are you ready to go? I’ve been waiting forever.” He sighed in exasperation and pointed to the hallway behind. You looked at him for a minute before looking back to Tom. Tom gave a pointed look, silently asking you what you wanted to do. Lucky for you, you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

“You can go, Cam.” You said without taking your eyes off Tom. “I’m good right where I am.”

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“I figured.” Tom chuckled as he pulled you closer to him. You leaned against him as you happily munched on the food.

“Oh my God. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I’m gonna fuck these nachos.” You said as took more chips from the platter.

“Woah. Toms got some competition.” Harrison snorted.

“We never said we were exclusive.” You shrugged.

“No we did not.” Tom laughed along as he took a chip for himself.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then get freaky with the nachos. Don’t eat them all.” You said and pointed to Harry.

“No promises.” Harry raised his hands in defense.

“Your life isn’t promised if I come back and they’re all gone.” You warned him before going to the bathroom. Everyone laughed at what you said as Tom’s smile slowly fell.

“That was a joke, right?” Tom asked once you were gone.

“No. I think she’s really gonna fuck those nachos. Did you see the way she was looking at them?” Harrison said and the rest of the table agreed.

“Not that.” Tom waved his hand. “When she said we weren’t exclusive. She was kidding, right?”

“I don’t know.” Tuwaine shrugged. “Have you guys ever had the talk?”

“What talk?” Tom frowned.

“The seeing other people talk.” Harry chimed in.

“That’s a talk?” Tom’s eyes widened. “That we were supposed to have?”

“Tom, this isn’t high school.” Harrison snorted. “Most people our age aren’t just dating one person. I mean, look at Y/n. She’s absolute beautiful. She’s probably got a few fish on the line.”

“You think she’s dating other guys?” Tom’s heart stopped as he looked around at his friends. Harry and Tuwaine exchanged a look as Harrison stifled a laugh.

“Dating?” Harrison mumbled under his breath.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tom asked with a dry mouth.

“Look, I’ll keep it real with you, mate.” Harrison began. “If she is seeing other guys, it’s not to date them.”

“To what then? Do their taxes? She’s really good with numbers.” Tom said said with a gulp.

“Um, teaching them how to drive a stick shift?” Tom laughed nervously.

“You could call it that.” Harry shrugged.

“Ballroom dancing?”

“Nope.” Harrison shook her head.

“Archery?”

“Not quite.” Tuwaine chimed in.

“Learning to fly a sea plane?”

“Getting colder, mate.” Harry sighed.

“Well I’m entirely out of guesses.” Tom played dumb. The boys exchanged a look before Harry stepped up.

“Dude. She’s sleeping with them.” Harry told his brother. Tom felt the wind get knocked out of his chest and the room suddenly felt smaller.

“You think she’s cheating on me?” He asked as panic rose in his chest.

“Not cheating.” Tuwaine said. “If she thinks you guys aren’t exclusive, she’s just hooking up with other guys while dating you. It’s pretty common.”

“I’m about to drop dead.” Tom said in a grave voice, the thought of you sleeping with other guys slowly killing him.

“Maybe she’s not sleeping with other guys. She never said she was.” Harrison offered to make him feel better.

“She never said she wasn’t though.” Harry reminded them. “And her making that joke might’ve been her way of letting you know that she was.”

Toms knees went weak and almost fell over. Harry quickly caught his brother and steadied him.

“You know what? No. You’re wrong.” Tom decided. “Y/n and I tell each other everything. She would tell me if she was sleeping with other people.”

“You don’t know that.” Harry shrugged. “She might think you’re doing the exact same thing.”

“I would never.” Tom insisted. “And she would never. You guys don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Maybe we don’t. But if you’ve never said you were exclusive, it’s something to think about.” Tuwaine added.

“You should talk to her about it.” Harrison suggested. “She’s the only one who could give you some answers.”

“Or, consider this.” Tom began. “I jump to the worst possible conclusion.”

“Or, maybe don’t do that.” Harry suggested.

“Or, you guys are right and she realized I thought we were exclusive and made that joke to tell me we weren’t.” Tom said as he knees went weak again.

“Just go talk to her about it. It could be nothing.” Harry assured him as he steadied his brother.

“I can’t just accuse her of hooking up with other guys. I gotta see if there’s something to worry about first.”

“Suit yourself.” Harry shrugged just asked Sam came back from the bathroom.

“There he is. Our little lightweight.” Tuwaine smiled and welcomed Sam back to the table.

“I just Jackson Pollock-ed the bathroom walls. I’ve never felt so sick.” Sam groaned and rested his head down on the table.

“How many shots did you take?” Harrison asked.

“Mmm nine?” Sam shrugged. “But that’s including my three Pfizer vaccine shots. Did you just mean alcohol?”

“Obviously I just meant alcohol.”

“Then six. Oh my God. I’m so sick. I’m never eating or drinking again.” Sam whined.

“We got nachos.” Tuwaine told him.

“Fuck yeah.” Sam picked his head up and grabbed a handful of nachos.

“Sam, do you think Y/n is sleeping with other guys?” Tom asked nervously.

“I don’t know. Are you guys exclusive?” Sam asked with a mouthful of chips.

“We never said we were.” Tom said, making Sam immediately make a face.

“Then she’s 100% sleeping with other guys.” Sam laughed and grabbed more chips.

“What?!” Tom shrieked. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because think about it.” Sam began. “You guys haven’t been dating for long and you’re away working all the time. Why wouldn’t she be sleeping with other guys?”

“Oh no. This…this can’t be.” Tom shook his head repeatedly as he stressfully grabbed his hair.

“Sorry you had to find out like this, mate.” Harry sighed and patted his brothers back.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Tom groaned.

“Me too. Oh god. How is there anything left?” Sam said and ran back to the bathroom.

“I gotta find her. She could be finding my replacement as well speak.” Tom gulped before leaving the table as well. Tom found you on your way back to the table and sighed in relief.

“Darling. My one and only darling. Whom I love. Exclusively.” Tom said as he cupped your face. He immediately pulled you into a kiss, not caring who could see.

“Hi. Someone’s drunk.” You chuckled against his lips before kissing him again.

“Somebody is. Do you want to get out of here?” He asked as he gently swayed with you to the music.

“Are you trying to take me home?” You playfully gasped.

“Maybe.” He grinned and leaned down to press his forehead against yours.

“Wow. I can’t remember the last time a handsome man tried to take me home from a bar. Let’s go say goodbye.” You took him by the hand and pulled him back to the table. Tom laughed at your joke but his smile fell as soon as you turned your back on him. He couldn’t help but wonder when the last time a man took you home from a bar was.

“All right guys. I gotta bounce.” You told the table. “Bounce on your boys dick. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” The boys told you as they hugged you Goodnight. They each gave Tom a look as he ushered you out of the bar.

You were back at Tom’s place soon enough with Tom on the couch and you in the kitchen. You walked into the living room with a glass of water and handed it to Tom.

“Here. Drink some water.” You said as you sat beside him on the couch.

“Thanks, darling.” Tom smiled warmly at you and took the cup. He took a long sip before setting in down on the table. Then, he pulled your feet into his lap and carefully undid the straps of your high heels. You gave him a grateful smile just as your phone buzzed.

“Finally.” You mumbled and pulled out your phone. Tom immediately thought back to the conversation form before and felt a panic rise in his chest.

“Who’s that?” He asked and tried not to sound as interested as he really was.

“The most annoying man on the planet.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Really?” Tom laughed nervously. “Who?”

“His name is Ben. I knew him in college.” You said, making Tom’s panic grow.

“I’ve never heard you mention him before.” Tom said quietly as he looked down at his lap.

“I mean, I only see him every six months. We’re not that close.” You replied. Tom could tell from your tone that you were trying to make a joke, but he didn’t get it.

“So why is he texting you so much?” Tom asked, desperate to know more.

“I gotta see him soon.” You shrugged. “It’s been too long.”

“Oh.” Tom gulped, beginning to think his friends had been right.

“Do we have plans on the 29th next month?” You asked as you looked up from your phone.

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” You nodded and went back to texting.

“You’re gonna see Ben, then?” Tom asked through a forced smile. He felt his jealously building up by the minute and forced his hand to calm himself down.

“Yeah. If he can.”

“Can I meet him too?”

“Why on Earth would you do that?” You chuckled and gave Tom a strange look.

“I want to meet all the people in your life.” He played it off. “Because I love you. Exclusively.”

“Well I appreciate that, honey. But you definitely don’t have to meet Ben.” You smiled at him over your phone before going back to texting.

“Why not?”

“There’s no reason to.” You shrugged. “Why would you meet the guy who drills me every six months-“

“Oh my God.” Tom groaned and got off of the couch. He hunched over and clutched his stomach, his jealousy making him sick.

“What? What’s wrong?” You wondered.

“So it wasn’t a joke. My friends were right.” Tom said sadly as he looked at you.

“Right about what?”

“You’ve been hooking up with other guys.” Tom exclaimed, his voice cracking.

“I have?” You said in surprise.

“You’re texting one right now!” Tom shouted again pointed to your phone.

“I am?”

“Yeah. You’re texting Ben about the next time he’s gonna drill you.” Tom said, gagging a little as he said it. His knees felt weak again so sat down on the ground and curled into a ball on the floor.

“Because I have a hole that needs to be filled.” You replied, making him let out a whimper.

“I thought that was my job!” He shouted from the floor before curling back into a ball.

“How could you fill it? You didn’t do to dentist school. Ben did.” You said as you got off the couch as well.

“So that’s the kind of guy you want? Some fancy doctor?” Tom cried from the floor.

“I mean, I kind of need a doctor.”

“Need?” He gasped. “Are you really that shallow?”

“Wow, Tom. Sorry I don’t want some rando fixing my cavity. I didn’t realize that was a crime!” You shouted back before stomping out of the room.

“Well I didn’t realize -wait, cavity?” Tom asked as he picked his head off the ground. He quickly got off the floor and followed you into the kitchen.

“You have a cavity?” He asked you.

“Yeah. I’m prone to them. That’s why I’ve been texting Ben.” You sighed and pulled a business card out of your wallet before handing it to Tom.

“Dr. Ben Hammond.” Tom read off the card. “Oh my God. You’ve been texting your dentist this whole time?”

“Yeah. Which to be honest, I’m not sure how that translated to me hooking up with other guys. I guess you just like to jump to conclusions.” You rolled your eyes before leaving the room again. Tom read the card one more time before following after you.

“Well who texts their dentist?” He asked as he followed you into his bedroom.

“I do. Ben and I met in college. I go to see him because he gives me a discount. So when I need to go to the dentist every six months, I text him.”

“Well that….makes a lot of sense actually.” Tom realized as he stopped shouting.

“How could you accuse me of cheating on you?” You asked as you folded your arms.

“In my defense, how was I supposed to know you call your dentist by his first name?” Tom protested.

“Fair enough.” You agreed. “But still. You automatically jump to the conclusion that I’m cheating? Do you really not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you, darling.” Tom whined. “But the guys got in my head back at the bar. They made me realize that we never officially said we were exclusive.”

“Because I didn’t think we had to.”

“I didn’t either. But then you made that joke about how we never said we were and the boys convinced me that you were sleeping with other guys.” Tom said as he looked down at the ground.

“Oh.” You said, realizing he had a valid reason for assuming what he did.

“Yeah. Oh.” Tom repeated as he slowly looked up at you.

“Well it seems like we could’ve avoided this misunderstanding with a simple conversation!” You shouted at him.

“It seems we could’ve!” He shouted back. You stared at each other for a minute, both still panting from your outbursts.

“I don’t want to sleep with other people!” Tom shouted after a beat of silence.

“Me either!” You shouted back. “I never did!”

“So we agree!” He replied, still yelling.

“We do.” You yelled back.

“So we are we still yelling at each other?”

“Because-“ You shouted but instantly trailed off.

“I don’t know actually. Momentum, I guess?” You said at normal volume. Tom cracked a smile and rubbed his tired eyes.

“I don’t want to fight with you, darling.” He sighed. “And I’m too drunk to have this this conversation. All I know is, I love you and I would instantly die of natural causes if I found out you were sleeping with other people.”

“Well I love you too.” You smiled softly. “And you don’t have to worry. You’re my one and only, Tom.”

“Aw.” Tom smiled in relief.

“At least, you will be once I stop fucking my dentist.”

“Wait what?” Tom’s smile instantly fell.

“Kidding.” You sang. “Now come on. Why don’t you remind me why you’re the only guy I sleep with?”

“No, I’m not. I’m Y/n. I’m the new makeup artist.”

“You are? What happened to Adam?”

“He had a family emergency and had to go back home. I was called to fill in for him for the rest of production.”

“Oh. Well it’s nice to meet you. I’m Tom.” Tom said as he held out his hand. He could not take his eyes off of you as you shook his hand.

“I know. I know who you are.” You laughed shyly and let your hand linger in his for a minute before pulling away.

“Y/n, huh? Do you have a last name?” Tom asked as he sat down in the make up chair.

“I might.” You shrugged as you draped a cape over him to protect his clothes.

“Can I know it?” He asked as he looked at you in the brightly lit mirror.

“It’s L/n. Why?”

“So I can look you up and see your work. I don’t let just anyway touch this face.” He scoffed, making you laugh. He felt like he had successfully broken the ice and watched with awe as you got out your makeup.

“I wouldn’t either. It’s a pretty great face.” You smiled at him in the mirror as you painted some primer on his face with a brush.

“Thanks. You have a pretty great face too.” He said softly. You mixed some foundation on the back of your hand.

“I’m surprised to see you not in the suit.” You commented as you painted his foundation on his face.

“Yeah. Not for this scene.” Tom shrugged and looked down at his clothes. You nodded and pulled out the filming schedule to check what makeup you had to do on him for the next scene.

“Oh.” You said quietly and let out a little gulp.

“What?” Tom wondered.

“You’re shirtless in this scene. I’m supposed to do some dirt streaks on your chest and arms and a cut on your left shoulder blade.” You said as you set the schedule down on the counter. Tom watched you in the mirror as you went to the closet and got out some body paint. You came back over to him and looked him up and down.

“Um, can you….” You trailed off and smiled nervously.

“Yeah. Sure.” Tom unbuttoned his cape and pulled his shirt over his head. You looked him up and down again and let out another gulp.

“Thanks.” You said quietly. Tom smiled shyly at you and rested his arms on the arm rest. You got some brown paint on a sponge and dabbed it on Tom’s shoulder, making him flinch.

“Sorry. I thought that was gonna be cold.” He laughed in embarrassment.

“I warmed it up before you came.” You admitted. “When I thought I would just be doing your face. And not your…you know. Body and what not.”

“Wow. That was really smart.” Tom complimented as you brought the color down his bicep.

“This isn’t my first rodeo.” You shrugged and gave him a coy smile in the mirror.

“How long have you been doing makeup?”

“Couple years. This is my first high profile job though. I can’t believe they hired me to work on a Marvel movie. They won’t actually tell me the name of the movie though. But its still exciting.”

“The movie is called No Way Home. But you didn’t hear it from me. I actually had to hear it from someone else because they refused to tell me. And just so you know, I think you’re doing a great job so far.”

“Am I? Because this dirt streak I just made on your arm kinda looks like a penis.” You said as you turned Tom’s arm towards the mirror to show him the phallus shaped make you had made on his body.

“Wow. Look at that. It does look like a penis.” Tom noticed.

“Sorry. I’m just a little nervous.” You laughed nervously and wiped the makeup off.

“Why?” He wondered as you started over.

“Because I’m kinda a fan and you’re kinda shirtless.” You said quietly as you looked him up and down again.

“Well you’re kinda doing a grt job.” Tom said, blushing from the way you were looking at him.

“Thanks.” You smiled softly at him as you moved in front of him to paint a dirt streak on his collar bone.

“Damn it.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What’s wrong?” Tom wondered.

“I made another penis.” You whined a little and grabbed a makeup wipe.

“Hey, for what it’s worth, its a really good penis.” Tom assured you, making you laugh again.

“Is it?” You laughed and he nodded.

“Can I, uh…” You trailed off again as your eyes flicked up and down his body.

“Yeah. Go ahead. Do what you need to do.” Tom smiled softly. You sucked in a nervous breath and rested your hand on his shoulder as you fixed the streak on his collar bone.

“Thanks.” You said quietly once you finished up. Tom nodded in response and watched as you dug around in your makeup kit.

“Chin up, please.” You asked as you held up a brush with fake blood on the top. Tom tilted his face up and you cupped his chin between your fingers. His face flushed a few red as you painted a cut above his eyebrow.

“Who are you fighting in this scene? Because they got you pretty good.”

“I can’t tell you that, darling.” Tom clicked his tongue. “You’ll just have to see the movie.”

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “Just like every body else.”

“Maybe I could sneak you an advanced copy. If you’re lucky.”

“I’m feeling pretty lucky.” You smirked as you gave him a fake bloody nose. You exchanged a smile before you went back to your makeup kit.

“Do you think you’ll be in the suit tomorrow?” You asked him.

“Not tomorrow. I think next week. Why?”

“No reason.” You said quietly. Tom eyed you curiously in the mirror but said nothing.

As the week went on, Tom’s favorite part of his day became the time he spent in your makeup chair. He didn’t end up wearing the Spiderman suit for the first two weeks he knew you, but he noticed that you asked about it often. Finally, on your third week on set, Tom showed up to your makeup trailer in the Spiderman suit.

“Good morning, darling.” Tom greeted as he stepped into the trailer. You had a makeup brush between your teeth as you peeled an orange with your hands. You looked up at him and dropped your jaw, making the make up brush fall and clatter to the floor.

“What?” He wondered when he saw your eyes widen.

“Bruh.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What was that, love?”

“Bruh.” You repeated, louder this time.

“What? Whats wrong?” He laughed in confusion as he looked down at his suit.

“You’re in the suit.” You said and gulped a little.

“Yeah. I’m in the suit all day today. What do you think?” He asked as he gestured to his costume.

“Looks good.” You squeaked and quickly turned around. You began to fumble with your makeup, accidentally dropping a couple brushes on the ground.

“Yeah, I think so too. It’s a new one they made for this movie.” Tom eyed your curiously as he sat down in the chair.

“Uh huh.” You nodded, keeping your back to him as you dug around in your makeup bag. Tom could see your face in the mirror and noticed you looked visibly flustered.

“The colors are different and they added this band here. Do you like it?” Tom asked as he looked up at you with a coy smile.

“Uh huh.” You said again, making his smile grow. He could tell the suit was having an effect on you and he was loving it.

“It’s kinda tight, though. Tighter than the last one.” He said as he adjusted himself in the seat.

“Uh huh.” You gulped, hands shaking as you painted some foundation on his face. Tom frowned a little and gently pulled your hand away from his face.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked you.

“What? I’m fine.” You scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing you had ever heard and went back to doing his makeup. Instead of the normal banter that occurred when you did his makeup, you stayed silent as you made up his face.

“Are you sure you’re okay, love? You’re very quiet today.”

“I’m fine. I just…” You trailed off and took a step back, biting down on the end of your makeup brush as you looked at him.

“I just think you look really good in the suit.” You said quietly. “That’s all.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Tom smirked and sat up straighter in his chair.

As the weeks went on, you and Tom grew closer. He woke up every morning and couldn’t wait to go to your makeup trailer to see you and eat the orange slices you always provided. You were always very friendly with each other, but something was different whenever he was in the Spiderman suit. You couldn’t keep your hands off him when he was wearing it, forever playing with his hair or touching his face. You were nicer to him, complimented him more, and were all around flirtier whenever he was in the suit.

A couple months after filming ended, you and Tom were still close. He showed up at your house one day with two presents in hand. You opened your front door and smiled at the sight of him in a Spiderman printed hoodie.

“Hey. Up for a movie night?” Tom asked as he held up a DVD.

“What’s this?” You wondered and took the DVD from him.

“An advanced copy of the movie. Still feeling lucky?” He asked, making your eyes widen in excitement.

“Extremely. Let’s do it.” You grinned and pulled him by the hand into your room. You sat down together on your couch and put the movie into your DVD player before hitting play. You and Tom sat shoulder to shoulder as you watched the movie for the first time. It was the most highly anticipated movie of the decade, but all he could look at was you to gage your reaction. At that moment, your approval was the most important thing in the world to him. When the movie ended, you shut off your TV and looked over at Tom.

“So what did you think?” He asked you. You looked at Tom did a double take.

“Wait, who the fuck are you?” You asked and pulled away a little.

“Very funny.” Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m just teasing.” You smiled at him. “Really, I’m so proud of you Tommy. I can’t wait for the world to see this movie.”

“Me either. I’m glad we got to do this together.” Tom returned the smile as he took your hand into his.

“So am I. But I didn’t do much. It was all you.” You said as you squeezed his hand.

“That’s not true. I left your makeup chair feeling very confident every day thanks to your incredible work.”

“Well I had a pretty nice canvas to work with. And makeup can only take you so far. I just accentuated the confidence that was already within you.”

“You’re sweet.” Tom blushed and sheepishly rubbed his eyes.

“And you’re blushing. It’s like you’re in love with me or something.” You clicked your tongue, making Tom blush harder.

“Or something.” He mumbled and gave you a shy smile. You returned the smile and let the eye contact linger for a minute. Your eyes flicked down to your still intertwined hands and you gave his hand another squeeze.

“I have to say, I’m really gonna miss seeing you in that suit.” You told him as you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.

“I’m really gonna miss seeing you.” Tom said softly as his eyes slowly traveled from your hands to your eyes. You stared at each other for a moment until you got so nervous that you looked away. Tom felt a jolt of disappointment and cleared his throat.

“I, uh, I have another present for you.” Tom said as he got off your bed. He went over to his bag and pulled out a Manila folder.

“Another present?”

“Yes. Here.” He smiled nervously and handed you the folder. You looked at him curiously before opening the folder and looking inside.

“What’s this?”

“A job offer. I know Sony hired you to work on me just for this movie, but I was hoping I could hire you to be my personal make up artist? You’d come with me on press tours and movie sets and stuff and basically lead my makeup team.” Tom explained as he nervously toyed with his fingers.

“You want to hire me? Full time?” You looked up at him with a smile.

“Of course I do. You’re the best at what you do. And I only settle for the best.”

“We have that in common.” Your smile grew as you stood up from the bed.

“Is that a yes?” Tom asked hopefully. You grabbed a pen from your night stand and signed the contract right in front of Tom before handing it back to him.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Holland.” You said as you held out your hand.

“Pleasure is all mine, darling.” He grinned as he shook your hand.

A couple months later, Tom was sitting at home, bored and thinking of you. The press tour would be starting soon but he couldn’t wait that long. He needed to see you and he needed to see you now.

“I need you. emergency!!!” He texted you and impatiently waited for a response.

“I’ll be right there” You texted back and he smiled in relief. Thirty minutes later, you showed up at Tom’s house and used your spare key to get inside. Tom looked up from his phone and did a double take when he saw you in a body hugging lavender dress.

“What’s wrong? What’s the emergency?” You asked as you dropped your purse on his couch.

“I…I have a pimple.” Tom blinked a few times in surprise as he shamelessly checked you out in your dress.

“Are you kidding me? I left a date for a zit?” You asked as you sat down on the couch beside him.

“Hold on. You were on a date? With who?” Tom felt an instant bolt of jealously into his stomach.

“Your mom. She sends her love by the way. Now come here.” You replied as you cupped his face to get a better look at his pimple. Tom gulped a little as his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Holy shit. That’s really juicy.” You gasped when you saw the white head on his chin.

“No. You’re not popping it. It’ll leave a mark.” Tom shook his head and pulled away from you.

“It’s so cute how you think you can stop me.” You smiled fondly and put a thumb on either side of the pimple.

“Ow.” Tom winced as you popped it.

“Shut up, baby.” You teased.

“Did you just call me baby?”

“I was calling you a baby. There’s a difference.”

“Uh huh. So who were you on a date with?” Tom asked as he looked at your dress again.

“Just some guy.” You shrugged.

“Did you like him?” Tom asked nervously.

“He was okay. Kinda boring. But he looked like Jake from Hannah Montana.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me. I was team Jesse.”

“I was both. It literally stresses me out so much to think about what would happen if I was ever in that situation. I never would’ve been able to choose between Jesse and Jake. I have lost so much sleep over this. If We Were A Movie slaps but He Could Be The One? Are you kidding? Are you actually kidding? They were both so hot. Jesse had the forbidden love angle but Jake had the enemies to lovers arc. I don’t know how Miley chose. She is a stronger woman than I am.”

“Seems to me like you’re team Jake. Since you were just out on a date with him and all.” Tom said and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” You laughed and pulled out your phone. “I left before our food came so I’m ordering a pizza.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you hadn’t eaten yet.” Tom frowned. “In my defense though, it was a really juicy pimple and you are my make up artist. But I’m sorry I ruined your date.”

“No you’re not.” You chuckled.

“No, I’m not.” He agreed. “What are you doing going on dates with other boys? I thought we were in the middle of our friends to lovers arc?”

“Oh, please. You’re an actor. You should know better than anyone that a third party has to be introduced to create a jealousy plot that finally pushes the love interests together.”

“Right.” Tom smiled. “My mistake.”

“All right. Pizza will be here in 10 minutes. I’m getting changed.” You put your phone down and got off the couch. Tom watched you as you walked into his bed room while unzipping the back of your dress.

“You can take some of my-“

“Already doing it.” You called from his bedroom as you riffled through his pajama drawer. Once you went into the bathroom, Tom went into his room and grabbed some pajamas for himself. You came out of the bathroom in a pair of Tom’s pajamas and saw him in a fuzzy Spiderman onesie.

“Aw. You look so cute.” You gushed and ran your fingertips down his arm.

“Thanks. I’m pretty sure this is meant for children, but.” Tom shrugged as a blush painted his cheeks

“I miss seeing you in the suit. You look so good in it. Even in pajama form.”

You sighed happily as you kept a hand on his shoulder and shamelessly checked him out.

“Thanks, darling.” Tom smiled shyly and took a step closer to you. You slowly looked up into his eyes and let your gaze drop to his lips. You both started to lean in but right before your lips could touch, the doorbell rang.

“Uh, pizzas here.” You said in a quiet voice without ever taking your eyes away from his lips. You quickly turned and left the room, leaving Tom alone with his disappointment.

A few weeks later, you were in a hotel room in Los Angeles the night before the start of the press tour. You were along for the ride as Tom’s makeup artist, which was exciting in itself. But what excited you the most was that you were on your very first press tour for a highly anticipated movie. You were setting out your clothes when you heard a knock at your door.

“Darling? It’s me. Can you open up?”

You opened the door and immediately lit up with joy when you saw that Tom was wearing his Spiderman suit.

“No way. Where did you get this?” You grinned as you put your hands on his chest.

“I have to wear it tomorrow for my appearance at Disney land. I thought I’d come surprise you.” Tom smiled sheepishly as he looked down at his suit.

“You put this on just for me?” You asked as you ran your fingertips up and down his arms.

“Well I know how much you like it.” He shrugged as he kept his eyes on you.

“I do like it. Come on in.” You slipped your hand into his and pulled him into your room. Tom noticed that you didn’t let go of his hand, even once you were behind closed doors.

“So what have you been doing tonight?” He asked as he ran his gloved thumb over your knuckles.

“Just getting an outfit ready for tomorrow. Can I get your opinion?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” You pushed him down on your bed before going over to your bathroom. Tom swung his legs as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom.

“This is option number one. What do you think?” You asked once you came out of the bathroom in a red floral romper.

“You look beautiful, darling. I love those things on you. What are they called? Rumper?”

“Romper.” You laughed. “You were close. Let me show you option two.”

You disappeared back in the bathroom and came back out a few minutes later in a little black dress. You leaned against the bathroom doorframe with one arm and put your hand on your hip to show off your dress.

“So? What do you think?”

“Wow. That’s a bit extravagant for Disney land, don’t you think?” Tom gulped as he shamelessly stared at you in the dress.

“It’s not for Disney. It’s for after. In case we want to celebrate your big movie.”

“Our big movie, love.” He corrected you with a smile.

“I don’t know. You’re the star. People are coming to see you. And I mean, I can’t blame them. You’re just so damn nice to look at.” You said as you walked over to him. You rested your hands on Tom’s shoulders and sat down on his lap.

“Especially in this suit.” You said before connected your lips to his. Tom’s hands rubbed up and down your body as he kissed you. You tangled your fingers in his curls as he pulled your bottoms lip between his teeth.

“What are we doing?“ He asked against your lips.

“I don’t know.“ You shook your head and continued to kiss him. There was a knock at the door suddenly, making you jump apart.

“Fuck. The tangerine.” You whispered and looked angry with yourself.

“What was that?“ Tom wondered.

“I’m so sorry. I ordered room service right before you came.” You smiled apologetically and got up from the bed. You threw a robe on before answering the door. When you came back, you had a single orange in your hand.

“That’s all you got? One orange?” Tom asked in disbelief, lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Don’t judge me.” You whispered again as you began to peel the orange.

“I’m not. As long as you share.” Tom shrugged, making you smile. You broke the orange in half and handed it to him.

“Here.”

“Thanks. Sony will kill me if I get juice all over this. I’m gonna take this off.” He told you as he got up from the bed.

“Oh. Okay.” You said. Tom noticed that you looked visibly disappointed and looked down at his suit.

“I mean, I could leave it on for a little longer.”

“Okay.” You smiled, all traces of disappointment gone. Tom frowned a little at your unexplained mood change but said nothing.

A couple days into the press tour, Tom sat in your makeup chair as you got him ready for a photoshoot with Toby and Andrew. It would be your first time meeting Toby and Andrew and your hands shook as you primed Tom’s face.

“I’m so excited. I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, the three of you together in a room again? I can’t wait. I’m so excited.” You said through a smile as you placed concealer under Tom’s eyes.

“I can tell.” Tom chuckled. “I can’t believe you joined production after we filmed the scenes with Andrew and Toby.”

“Don’t remind me. That’s why I’m so happy I get to be here today. Eek! I’m gonna scream.” You said in a high pitched voice.

“You just did.” He teased.

“Shut up and get out of my chair.” You playfully scolded him as you took the makeup cape off of him, revealing his suit. You stepped back and let out a happy sigh and he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.

“All done?” He turned to you to ask. You nodded and walked up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders and dusting them off.

“All done.” You told him. “You look very handsome.”

“Thanks, darling.” He smiled softly. You looked at each other for a moment and he started to lean in.

“If I kissed you right now, would it mess up my makeup?”

“Did you feel me use lipstick on you, dumbass?” You replied in the same hushed tone he was using.

“No.” He shook his head as a smile tugged at his lips.

“Then it wouldn’t mess up your makeup, would it?”

“No.” His smile grew right before he leaned in to kiss you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled against his lips. As per usual, the kiss was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door.

“Tom, they’re ready for you.” Someone called through the door. You looked at each other and sighed before Tom stole a few more kisses.

“We should go.” He sighed again and kissed your cheek before leading you out of the room. When you walked onto the set of the photo shoot, you saw Toby and Andrew in their respective Spiderman suits, knocking the wind out of you.

“Oh my God. I’m gonna die.“ You whispered.

“You’re not gonna die. I got you.” Tom assured you. You hung back as Tom went up to Toby and Andrew, just happy to be in the room with them all. Toby left to take individual picture and you hung back as Tom talked to Andrew. You were perfect out content with staying back when you saw Tom look back at you and wave you over. You quickly shook your head and he laughed a little and waved you over until you walked to where he was.

“This is my makeup artist, Y/n.” Tom said as he put a hand on your back.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” Andrew said and held out his hand.

“You too.” You said and shook his hand, smiling when you felt the material of his gloves. Tom noticed the way you were staring at Andrew, a look that was usually reserved for him, and felt a little pang of jealousy.

“Tom, over here.” The photographer called.

“I’ll be right back.” He told you before running over to the photographer, leaving you and Andrew alone. The photographer was telling Tom something, but he wasn’t listening to a single word. He was too busy staring at you as you threw your head back laughing at something Andrew had said.

“You look so good. Like seriously amazing.” You complimented Andrew as you gestured to him.

“What? In this old thing?” He joked as he looked down at his suit.

“I must’ve seen your movies a million times. I can’t even believe you’re standing in front of me in the suit right now.” You said, kicking yourself internally for geeking out in front of him.

“Me either. I definitely did not think I’d be slipping back into this thing.” Andrew told you as Tom eavesdropped.

“Well I’m glad you did. You look amazing. I think your suit might be my favorite of all of them.”

“Is it?” Andrew laughed, making Tom’s jealousy grow.

“Yeah. Don’t tell Tom.” You said and winked at him. Tom threw up a little in his mouth and quickly slapped a hand over his mouth.

“You okay, Tom?” The photographer asked. Tom quickly nodded and ran off the set. He washed his mouth out in the bathroom before looking at himself in the mirror.

“All right. That wasn’t a very reasonable reaction.” He said to his reflection. “Get it together. We must stay focused brothers.”

Tom splashed some water on his face before going back to the set. You excused yourself and walked over to Tom.

“There you are. I was looking for you.“

“Here I am.” Tom smiled weakly. “Can we talk later? It’s important.”

“Oh, okay, sure. You know where to find me.” You said as instinctively touched up his hair.

“I will do that. I will find you.” Tom nodded. You gave him a strange look before he got called over to the backdrop.

When Tom knocked on your door that night, he had a whole speech planned for you. He needed to know what the stolen kisses meant for your relationship. You had crossed a line you had never crossed before and he hoped that meant your friendship would evolve into a relationship. He knocked on your door and anxiously waited until you opened up.

“Hey.” He smiled nervously when you opened up.

“Hey Tom. What’s up?”

Tom noticed you didn’t kiss him and his smile faltered a little. You weren’t being cold to him, but you also weren’t giving him the attention you usually gave him. The attention he got when he was wearing the suit.

“I just wanted to stop by and say hi before went went to bed. That’s all.” He said, chickening out from asking you what he came to ask.

“Aw. You’re so sweet. Hi.”

“Sweet?” He whispered to himself as you went to close the door.

“Wait, didn’t you want to talk about something?” You said and opened the door again.

“It can wait. Have a good night.” He said quickly before practically running away.

On the night of the premier, you anxiously bounced your leg as you and Tom wete driven to the premier. He was in a black suit and tie and you were in a red dress with black beading on it that resembled spider webbing. He sensed your nerves and put a hand on your knee before giving you a reassuring smile. You put your hand over his and squeezed it as the driver pulled up to the premier.

“You’ll do great. Just follow my lead.” He whispered in your ear as he led you over to the first journalist.

“Hi Tom! You’re looking incredible tonight. And who are you with?” The journalist asked as he held the microphone out.

“This is my makeup artist, Y/n. She’s also my date tonight.” Tom smiled proudly at you and rubbed your back.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. You both look amazing. How are you feeling tonight?” The journalist asked you.

“I’m very excited. It’s my first big Hollywood premier.”

“First of many. Once the world sees her incredible work in this movie, every executive in Hollywood will be begging for her to work on their productions. It’s too bad, though. Because she signed a contact with me. She’s all mine.” Tom said as you shared a fond smile.

“So as his makeup artist, you must’ve gotten to see all behind the scenes action. What was your reaction the first time you saw him in the suit?”

“Oh my God.” You chuckled. “It was kinda embarrassing, actually.”

“Embarrassing? Why?”

“She was a little star struck.” Tom said as he pinched his fingers together.

“I was very star struck. I couldn’t even get a word out. And he still hasn’t let me live it down.”

“Because you had that reaction every single time you saw me in the suit. We worked together on this movie for five months and you must’ve seen me in that suit a hundred times. Yet every time, you’d freak out.”

“I couldn’t help it. I’ve loved the character of Spiderman since I was a kid so seeing you in person in the suit was surreal every time. When I used to watch Tobys movie a million times as a kid, I never thought they’d be doing remakes. And I certainly never thought I’d be working on one. It was a truly magical experience and I was reminded of how lucky I was every time I saw you in the suit.” You said as you looked at Tom, forgetting entirely about the journalist.

“It’s a great suit. It’s iconic.” The journalist added, reminding you that she was there.

“It is.” You agreed. “And he looks amazing in it.”

“And get this, she totally treats me different when I’m in the suit.” Tom said for the first time out loud.

“I know. I do. I can’t help it. I just love seeing you in the suit so much.” You replied, surprising Tom that you already knew you tested him differently.

“Treats you differently how?” The journalist asked.

“For starters, she never stops touching me.”

“I like the way it feels.” You shrugged. “It’s like a basketball.”

“But you don’t keep your hands to the suit. You play with my hair and my ears and whatever else you can reach.”

“Yeah. I just like it. I like the way it looks on you.”

“I don’t know about that. I swear, you like me better when I’m in the suit.” Tom said and clicked his tongue.

“Maybe I do.” You shrugged as the two of you held eye contact.

“Wow.” He pretended to be offended.

“I’m kidding. I love you always.” You assured him, making him blush. The rest of the night went by in a blur as you went from journalist to journalist and avoided questions about both the movie and your relationship to each other.

You went back to Toms hotel room that night, still buzzing with adrenaline from the premier. Your were seated on his bed scrolling through your Instagram as he took off his suit jacket.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just some pictures from tonight. I can’t get over how magical it was.” You sighed happily as you scrolled through the photos. You turned your phone to show him a picture of you under the gigantic Spiderman inflatable that was over the entrance of the premier.

“Look at that. I look so good under you.” You said with a coy smile.

“I’ve noticed.” Tom smirked as his eyes flicked between you and picture. “You looked beautiful tonight, darling. Absolutely radiant.”

“You didn’t look so bad yourself.” You said as you popped his collar up.

“It’s because I have a really good makeup artists. You’d like her.” Tom joked as you started to undo his tie.

“I bet I would. I have to say, as handsome as you look in a tuxedo, nothing beats the Spiderman suit.” You smiled as you tugged his tie off.

“You really love that suit, don’t you?” Tom smirked as you began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“I do. You look so confident when you wear it. So tall and sure of yourself. You stand straighter too. I’ll never get over how good you look in it.” You said as you slowly looked up into his eyes.

“Thanks, darling.” Tom said quietly with his eyes locked on your lips.

“You’re welcome. You know I fall in love with you every time I see you in the suit, right?” You asked him.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. It’s true. You should wear it more often.”

“Maybe I will.” He gulped. “Can I show you something I stole from set?”

“Okay.” You laughed skeptically as Tom went over to his closet. He riffled around for a minute before pulling out his Spiderman suit.

“No way.” You gasped. “You stole an entire costume?”

“They have a million of these. They won’t miss it.”

“Can you put it on for me?” You asked as you walked over to him.

“You want me to?”

“Pretty please?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Stay right here. Don’t move. I swear to God. I’ll be right back.” Tom pecked your lips before disappearing into the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later in his suit, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Oh fuck yes.” You sighed happily before crashing your lips to his. Tom’s gloved hands wrapped around your body as he kissed you the way he had been dreaming off since the first day he walked into your makeup trailer. You stumbled back towards the bed and he climbed on top of you without ever breaking the kiss.

“If anyone knocks at the door I swear to God.” Tom groaned against your lips, making you laugh.

“They won’t.” You giggled into the kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do this forever.” Tom sighed as he kissed down your neck.

“So have I, Peter.” You replied, making him stop. He instantly sat up and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Oh my God.”

“Woah. What’s wrong?” You wondered.

“You just called me Peter.” He said as he got off the bed.

“No I didn’t.” You laughed.

“You did. You totally just called me Peter.” Tom stated as he started to undo the zips of his suit.

“Tom, don’t be silly. Why would I call you Peter?”

“Because you’re not in love with me. You’re in love with him.” Tom said sadly as he came to the realization for himself.

“Him? Who’s him?”

“Peter. The suit. The character. All of it. You don’t want me. You just think you do because of how much you love the character.” Tom said as he struggled to get out of the suit by kicking his feet around.

“Tom. At least let me help you.” You said as you watched him struggle.

“No. I don’t want your help. I’m so stupid. How did I not see that from the beginning? You’ve always treated me differently when I was in the suit. We joked about how you only liked me when I was wearing it, but that wasn’t a joke, was it?”

You got off the bed and walked over to Tom, who was still struggling to get the suit off. You touched his cheek and he stopped. When he looked at you, you could see that his eyes were glassy with tears.

“Tom. While I appreciate a good theory as much as the next guy, what you’re saying isn’t true.”

“Then how come we only kiss when I’m in the suit? That’s the only time we go from friends to more.” Tom said sadly without meeting your eyes.

“I have an answer. I swear, I do. I just can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing. Can you just take my word for it that I love you always, not just when you’re in the suit?” You said as you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“I want to believe you. I really do. But I can’t. Not without an explanation.” Tom said. You nodded in understanding and took a deep breath before mumbling something under your breath.

“What was that?” Tom asked.

“I was very clear.” You shrugged, making Tom’s confusion grow.

“I literally didn’t hear a single word you said.”

“Because the suit makes me wicked horny, okay?” You shouted in exasperation. “Like unbearably horny. I can hide my feelings for you when you’re in plain clothes but when you’re in the suit, I’m defenseless. I’m a goner. I don’t stand a chance. Not one single chance, Tom. I’m in love with you no matter what you’re wearing but when I see you in that goddamn suit, I cannot control myself. I am completely helpless to the violent lust that takes over my body when I see you in the suit. It’s like I go into heat or something. Or like a really horny demon possesses my body. I wanna bark when I see you. I wanna scream “awooga” and whistle. Do you understand? You make me want to catcall you. I can literally feel my heartbeat in my vagina. Do you know how turned on you have to be to feel your heartbeat in your vagina? No. You don’t. Because you don’t have a vagina. But I do. And when I see you in that suit, my vagina - are you laughing at me?”

“No.” Tom shook his head as he put a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Are you laughing at me? Are you seriously fucking laughing at me?” You asked as you playfully smacked his arm.

“Awooga?” He said before bursting out laughing.

“Awooga? I just confessed my feelings for you and all you can say is “awooga”?

“You said it first.” He mumbled under his breath.

“I hate you.” You whined and walked away from him.

“Hold up.” He caught your wrist. “If you’re so in love with me, then why did you just call me Peter?”

“I don’t really have an explanation for that one. The only explanation I can offer is that “Tom” is only one syllable and that’s kinda hard to moan.” You shrugged, making Tom smile in relief.

“Fair enough.” He replied. You walked back over to him and tilted his chin up to make him look at you.

“I love you, Tom. Not Peter. Not your suit. You. Only you.”

“I love you too.” Tom smiled softly.

“You can put your clothes back on now. I’ll still love you in your pajamas.”

“You better.” Tom said before leaning in to kiss you again. He grabbed a pair of pajamas and got changed in the bathroom before coming back into the room.

“There he is.” You smiled. “My love.”

Tom returned the smile as he cupped your face and kissed you again. This time, you were able to kiss each other without all the confusion clouding your minds. Tom pulled away after a minute to look at you.

“I love you, darling. I’ve loved you for a long time. I love you and I’m glad you exist.”

“I love you too, Andrew.” You replied, making his smile immediately drop.

“That was a joke. I swear.” You told him with a short laugh.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are.” Tom shook his head and started to walk away. You laughed again and grabbed him by the hand.

“Come back. I’m sorry. Let’s kiss and make up. Get it? Because I’m your makeup artist?”

“It’s a good thing you’re so good at makeup because you do not have a future in standup comedy.“ Tom mumbled, making you playfully gaps. He cracked a smile and wrapped his arms around you.

“In all seriousness, I’d like you to be more than my makeup artist, love. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“I want that too.” You told him as you rested your forehead against his. You tilted your chin up to kiss him again, which he happily accepted. When you pulled away, your eyes flicked over to the Spiderman suit that was laying lifelessly on the ground.

“What would you say to putting the suit-“

“No.” Tom said immediately.

“It was worth a shot.”

If you asked Peter what his favorite part of your body was, he would say all of it, which isn’t a lie. But there were some parts he liked a little more than others. And right now, all those parts were on display. Your shoulders were bare and so was your back, other than those two thin straps that kept your dress up. Those two straps deserved a medal considering your tits looked like they were dying to get out of the dress. The dress came to the middle of your thighs and of course to look down at your thighs, he also had to notice your hips and fuck.

He slowly stood up from the couch, using his long fingers to adjust his pants to help better cover up his growing erection. He felt like a teenager again, crossing his legs and arms to conceal the physical indicator that he was horny for you.

On any other day, Peter had no issue picking you up and having his way with you.

But he also knew how unhappy you would be later if y’all put off buying a new showerhead again. You two also needed to buy groceries because this was the fifth week you and him had ‘decided’ you would stop eating out so much.

Errands first. Then fuck insanely hot girlfriend. That’s what being a responsible adult was, right?

“You okay Tiger?” Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” if he repeated it enough, maybe he could convince you and himself, “Uh….I’ll be right back. Gotta go check something in the bathroom.”

“Weren’t you just saying that we need to leave?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but that was before nature called!” Peter all but ran to the bathroom, hoping the cold water he was about to splash on his face would calm down the tent in his shorts.

Be a responsible adult first, he kept reminding himself. That way he could fuck you for as long as he wanted, without having to go do errands. Just be a responsible adult.

Being a responsible adult sucked. In fact, Peter didn’t even feel like an adult, despite all the errands you and him were doing. He felt more like a teenager, with how everything you did was turning him on.

Every time you turned your bare back to him, it made him imagine your back on the bed or against a wall while he fucked you. Every time you titled your head to look at something, it exposed your neck that was currently unmarked which Peter thought was a real shame, as he could easily fix that. Not to mention how every time you kneeled down to look at the flowers, your dress rose up a bit, which was causing him to think about how badly he wanted to bury his head in between your legs and-

“Peter!” Peter looked up to see you standing there, holding two different bouquets.

“Which one do you think May will like better?” You asked. You brought flowers with you when you first met May and it was now a tradition you insisted on whenever the two of you had dinner at her place. Peter was incredibly thankful that this dinner wasn’t happening until tomorrow night.

“S-She’s…. go-going to love whichever one we bring babe,” He stuttered through. He really felt like a teenager again and not an almost thirty-year old.

You lowered the bouquets, raising an eyebrow, “Are you okay? Is the heat getting to you? You’re sweaty.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m great! Just need…need to go to the bathroom.” Maybe if he splashed his face with water, he could focus. Or maybe the smell from the portables would do it.

“Again? Also the bathrooms are rancid, are you sure you want to go in there?” You asked as you put a bouquet back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’ll be right back y/n.” Normally he’d kiss you on the cheek or forehead but not this time. He was too busy running his shaking fingers through his hair and biting his lip, almost like he was-

Oh.

You had heard the joke. That sundresses to men were what rolled up sleeves were to women. Well, Peter just proved that it wasn’t a joke, it was an actual thing, a thing he was experiencing right now. Your boyfriend was turned on by just what you were wearing. You had done nothing intentional to turn him on.

At least, not yet.

You still had several errands that needed to be done before the two of you could go home. And you were determined to have some fun with this.

Turning Peter on was incredibly easy. Mostly because it was things that shouldn’t turn him on. Running your hand through your hair, stretching your arms, which caused you to stick out your chest. Even just reaching up to hold onto the railing while on the subway got him flustered.

Of course, that didn’t stop you from doing more intentional acts. You may or may not have stuck your ass out more than needed when you had to kneel to check the price of something. You may or may not have also tied your hair back so that your neck and collarbones were always on display. After years of dating, you knew Peter had a thing for marking you.

You couldn’t lie, Peter was simultaneously adorable and hot right now. His stuttering, running his hand through his hair, and hardly being able to make eye contact brought back so many memories of when you first met him. At that time, you were stunned someone so attractive was so nervous talking to you. Even to this day, sometimes you still had a hard time believing it. Believing that someone so amazing, so handsome, so incredible was attracted to you.

But it was times like these where you weren’t just aware of that fact, you were relishing in it.

Which is what gave you the confidence to slip off one of your undergarments while you were in the bathroom. You had suggested that the two of you stop by to grab some coffee and sit down to rest for a bit. You were almost done with your errands, you just had to a few things from your favorite deli.

You may or may not have suggested this specific place because they have long tablecloths that reached the floor.

“You good, bunny?” You couldn’t stop the grin on your face once you heard his nickname for you. Apparently, it had to do with the fact that one of the first things he noticed about you was how your nose would scrunch up when you laughed, like ‘a cute little bunny’.

“Yeah, I’m good,” You said as you sat down, gripping the sides of your dress so your surprise wouldn’t be ruined.

“So…. after this, we just have one more errand to do, right?” He asked before taking a sip of his tea. His hands had stopped shaking but making eye contact with you was still difficult-which alerted you that yes, he was still turned on. You toyed with the table cloth, pulling it so that your lap and legs were covered by it.

“We do! After that we can go home and do….whatever,” or whoever.

You reached your purse and started to fish out your chapstick. You found it-finally-only for the tube to slip out of your fingers and roll under the table.

A total accident.

“Babe,” you looked up through your eyelashes, “Can you get that please? I don’t want to flash the whole place.”

It wasn’t a lie. He just didn’t know yet how much you would have shown the café.

His brown eyes widen before he could mumble a mix of ‘yeahs’ and ‘sures’. He bent down to put his head under the tablecloth. As he did so, you couldn’t help but grin as you spread your legs.

Peter Parker knew he was not subtle when it came to how much he liked you. He nearly ran into a wall when he first met you because he could not stop staring.

You, on the other hand, had gotten much bolder when it came to making it known that you wanted Peter.

As soon as he ducked under the table, the scent hit him. He’d recognized it anywhere, as it was his favorite scent. It was your arousal, but why could he smell it here-

Oh. Fuck.

Well, that would explain it. Your legs were spread wide open and somehow you no longer had on underwear.

Peter had a feeling you knew how much this sundress turned him on. Now he had confirmation that yes, you not only knew but were teasing him about it. His eyes were burning into your exposed core and if you weren’t in a public place, he’d had no issue burying his face in between your thighs.

“You good babe?” You asked innocently from above.

Peter gripped the chapstick, taking one last look before he got out from the table. He placed the chapstick on the table, with a bit more force than usual. There you were, smiling away as if you had no idea what he had just saw when you totally did.

Fuck being a responsible adult, Peter needed to fuck you now.

“Yeah,” He grunted out, “All good. We need to go home. Now.”

You titled your head to the side, feigning confusion, “But we have to-“

“We’re going home now.” His eyes were dark and narrow. It felt like they were burning a hole through you.

“Okay,” You said, smiling before you took another sip of your iced coffee. You considered arguing, prolonging your teasing. But with how he was looking at you, like he wanted to devour you right then and there, made your reconsider.

Peter’s arm never left your waist the whole way home. You could feel his long fingers gripping the hem of your dress, most likely to ensure that you didn’t flash anyone. It also had to do with how horny he was right now.

You walked through the door of the apartment you two shared, slower than usual. You knew it wouldn’t be long before Peter had his way with you, so you were determined to enjoy your teasing while it lasted.

“We should put the produce away first. Do you still have the video about installing the shower head-“

A large hand snuck up from the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it, forcing your head to tilt back. You looked up to see Peter there, pupils blown and a hungry look on his face.

“Bedroom. Now.” He grunted. You nodded your head as he walked you to the bedroom, keeping a tight grip on your hair.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered as soon as the door opened. You nodded and began to grab the hem of your dress to begin taking it off.

“Keep it on.” Oh. Okay then.

You walked over to bed you shared with him, sitting down. The look on his face was nothing but devious and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on.

You loved how sweet and gentle Peter was with you. But you also loved when he was desperate and rough.

He leaned over and in that moment, you felt so small. He gripped your shoulders, pushing you back so you were lying down. You then felt his hands move from your shoulders down to the hem of your dress.

You hissed at the feeling of the cold air hitting your core when he hiked your dress up to your waist, exposing how soaked you were.

“Someone’s been a fucking tease,” he whispered as he traced his fingers along your thighs. He leaned over, his face inches away from yours. You didn’t dare move, not unless he told you to.

“See, my original plan was to just fuck you,” you felt his fingers get closer and closer to your soaked cunt, “But after that little stunt you just pulled?”

He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear, “I’m going to wreck you.”

Without warning, his fingers were filling up your cunt, curling just so to hit that sweet spot. You were already an incoherent, rambling mess which should have had you worried considering Peter had just started.

“You like being a fucking tease?” You felt his other hand tighten around your throat. You did your best to nod, which was hard with how relentless his fingers were on your cunt right now.

“C’mom bunny, use your words,” his fingers stilled inside of you, keeping you filled but not giving you what you needed. His grip on your throat loosen, enough to make it easier to talk.

“I-I like being your tease, Peter,” you got out, praying it was what he wanted to hear.

He smirked, “that’s right, you are mine bunny.” God, you hated that nickname when he first started calling you that, and now it was getting you even more wet.

Peter’s hand left your throat and trailed down to meet his other hand. His fingers began moving once again, in and out of you. You then felt another finger drawing circles on your clit.

Your back arched as you moaned obscenities, which was probably going to get you another complaint from the neighbors but at this moment you didn’t care. You were too focused on the knot in your stomach that was building and building

“Peter.”

“Hmmm?” He looked up at you, his hands still working on your pussy. Fuck, why was he so hot?

“I-I’m c-close,” you buried your head into the pillow, bracing yourself for what would happen next. It wasn’t your first time getting punished for teasing Peter.

“Good girl.”

Suddenly, you were empty, his fingers gone. You bit your lip, knowing better than to whine at the loss of contact. Even though your eyes were closed, the sound of the bottle of lube opening told you everything you needed to know.

“Look at me,” you opened your eyes to find Peter hovering over you. He had one hand on his leaking cock, which was lined up at your entrance.

“Tell me what you want,” He whispered as he pushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

“You Peter, I want you.”

He chuckled, “I’m right here. You gotta be more specific bunny.”

Your whole body felt like it was going into heat. Your mind was racing through a million different thoughts, though they all had to do with just how badly you wanted Peter to fuck you.

“I want….I want your cock inside of me. Please, please, fuck me, please.”

Peter chuckled, “you’re so cute when you beg.”

Before you could say anything, he began pushing inside of you, slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

Your back arched as he fully buried his cock inside of you. Your hands reached from him, grabbing onto whatever part of his body you could get. Peter rested his forehead on yours, wanting to be as close as possible.

“This okay baby?” He whispered, dropping the facade for a moment. No matter how heated things got, the last thing Peter wanted to do was hurt you.

You nodded your head, “please…please move.”

“If you insist,” he began to pull out, almost all the way before he slammed his hips into yours.

“Fuck! Peter!” He felt amazing, you never wanted it to end.

“Fuck bunny, always so tight for me,” he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

His pace was relentless and you loved that all you could do was just lie there and take it.

Peter gripped your thighs as he leaned back, adjusting so he was now on his knees. The change in position allowed him to spread your legs apart even more. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting you open on his cock. You were going to feel this for the next few days but you didn’t care.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he shoved two fingers in before you could get a word out. You moaned around his digits, sucking on them as best you could.

Peter knew he wasn’t going to last long, he had been horny all day. Which was why he was done with teasing you and now focused on getting you to finish. He was generous like that.

Totally didn’t have anything to do with how your cunt got even tighter whenever you came.

The fingers left your mouth. You then felt them rubbing your clit, eliciting even more obscenities from your mouth.

“You gonna tighten up for me?” You nodded your head. Between the pressure he was placing on your clit and him rutting into you hard, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

That knot building in your stomach finally unraveled, hitting you all at once. Your walls contracted around his cock, as if your pussy was desperately trying to keep it from leaving you. He never stopped his movements, which prolonged your orgasm.

“Peter, please, come inside of me,” you whimpered. All you could focus on was how good it was going to feel when he filled you up.

It didn’t take long. You already felt amazing, but when you came around Peter’s cock, you felt incredible.

Within a few more thrusts, you heard him groan, which was a sign. You moaned at the sensation of him filling you up with his seed. You grasped his shoulders and pulled him closer to you.

The two of you laid there, trying to catch your breath. You snuck a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp as he placed gentle kisses along your now very marked neck.

“You should wear sundresses more often,” Peter said, breaking the silence.

“Noted,” you laughed, “I’ll order some more.”

“Can…can I help you pick them out?” He asked shyly. It was hard to believe that the guy who just fucked you senselessly was now nervous to ask if he could pick out clothing for you. But that was one of the many things you loved about Peter.

“Of course you can,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Cool,” he paused, “I was looking some up while you were in the bathroom at the cafe.”

You let out a laugh, “if you’re going to fuck me like that, I’ll wear them for the rest of summer.”

A small crowd has gathered now, waving phones to ask for selfies and napkins to be signed, clamouring for a moment of his attention. You can see just how exhausted Tom is from his flight but he straightens his shoulders, gesturing to the crowd. 

"Sorry love, I just, I should-"

You nod, cutting him off. 

"Of course. Go. I'll go find your bag and meet you in the car. It's waiting out front, okay?"

He nods, squeezing your hand. 

"Thank you. I'll just be a minute or two." 

As Tom heads over to the crowd, screams increasing as he begins to make his way around, you turn to see Harry hanging back, laden with several heavy-looking camera bags. You give him a quick hug, ruffling his hair in the way you know pisses him off. 

"Need some help?" you ask, gesturing to the bags. 

He nods gratefully and hands off one of the many bags. You sling it over your shoulder and head towards the baggage claim area. 

"Don't drop it," Harry mutters, turning his face away from you to hide the laughter on his face. 

"That was ONE TIME! And I didn't drop it, I simply happened to be a defining factor in it falling off the table."

"A defining factor in it becoming ten thousand shards of broken camera," he huffs. 

You roll your eyes as you reach the baggage claim. 

"It's good to have you back, Baz."

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Together you find Tom and Harry's suitcases quickly, hauling them off the conveyor belt and loading them into the back of the car. Harry hops into the passenger seat, plugging in his headphones and you're thankful for the privacy as you slip in the backseat beside Tom. As the driver pulls away from the curb and into the dark London traffic, Tom pulls you into a long-awaited kiss. You practically melt into him, appreciating the feel of the lips you've missed on yours for so many months. Sighing, you pull back and nestle into his side, sliding across the leather seats. 

"Hi," you whisper, using your index finger to boop his slightly crooked nose gently. 

"Hi my love," he whispers, draping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you impossibly closer. His fingers skim over the fabric of his denim jacket you're wearing, fiddling with the hem of the wrist. 

"You're still wearing it?" he hums, eyes crinkling in the corners as he remembers wrapping you up in it as he said goodbye to leave for work months ago. You nod. 

"Think I've worn it a bit too much. It doesn't smell like you anymore."

Tom laughs softly, pressing a feathery kiss to your hairline. 

"I'll borrow it back for a week or so. Then you can have it, freshly Tom-ified."

You hum and pull your legs to your chest and he rests his free hand atop your knees to keep you from sliding off the seat. 

"So how have you been?" he asks. "I wanna hear everything that's happened to you last couple of months. Facetime chats just don't do justice."

You shrug, starting to tell him about the things you haven't mentioned in any of your late night calls or texts. As you speak he nods and hums in all the right places but you feel him slowly slipping into sleep. You chuckle slightly and sit up, wrapping your own arm around his shoulders so you switch positions. 

"No," he protests sleepily. "I wanna talk to you some more-" he cuts himself off with a yawn. 

"Tom," you laugh. "you're home for three whole months now. we can catch up tomorrow, alright? you're clearly exhausted, get some sleep."

Tom doesn't try to fight you as he shuffles around in his seat, curling up into your side and laying his head on your shoulder. As you slip quietly through the London night, you rub a hand up and down his strong arm soothingly and he hums in his sleep. You press a tender kiss to the top of his coffee-coloured curls. 

"We have all the time in the world, baby."

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You did as told and when you felt the tip of his cock tap against your tongue, you moaned out loud and lifted your hips up from the bed.

Marc chuckled, pressing his hand down against your abdomen before sliding it to your breast to give it a playful squeeze.

“Look at you squirm, so fucking needy. You’re soaking the sheets, babe.” He said as if it wasn’t obvious.

You whined and kept your hands to your sides, despite the desperation to touch yourself. The ache and throbbing in your pussy was almost too much given that Marc hasn’t touched you yet.

“Marc, please…” you softly pleaded as you gripped the sheets.

Marc merely laughed, pinching your nipple before shoving his cock back into your mouth with no warning. He grunted as he kept a hand against your throat, feeling how his dick strained against your skin each time he slid in.

You choked on his cock a bit but continued sucking him, hollowing your cheeks. Tears pooled in your eyes as Marc roughly fucked your mouth, his ballsack slapping against your nose with every thrust.

Finally, you felt his fingers rub your folds but only for a quick moment before he stopped. He slapped the inside of your right thigh before letting out a groan.

“Suck me so good, baby. Think you deserve a reward.” Marc said.

“Go touch yourself, I want to see you finger your cunt while I fuck your mouth.” He said.

“But you can’t cum ‘til I allow you.” He quickly added.

Letting out a whimper, you started rubbing your clit in big, slow circles while your other hand fondled with your breast. You kept breathing through your nose while Marc mouth-fucked you.

Marc was a very vocal man— his grunts and husky curses were turning you on so much that you could feel your abdomen tighten quickly.

“God, your mouth feels so fuckin’ good around my cock.” Marc said, slowing down his pace as he watched his member glisten with your spit.

He gently held your neck, pulling his cock out and resting it on your tongue before bending down to spit on it.

You moaned and sucked on the tip at the same time you inserted your fingers into your pussy.

“That’s right, keep fucking your pussy just like that. So wet for me, you love it when I fuck your mouth like this, don’t you?” Marc asked with amusement.

Even with a mouthful of Marc’s cock, you nodded your head and sped up your fingers. You were too focused on sucking him that you completely got lost in your own pleasure.

You rubbed at your clit hard and fast, making yourself cum despite Marc’s instruction not to do so. Letting out a muffled moan, your entire body trembled and your hips stuttered as you came.

Marc was quick to take his throbbing member out from your mouth, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he watched you writhe on his bed.

“Baby, I thought I told you not to cum?” He asked, bending down to caress your face.

You heavily panted, “‘m sorry, I couldn’t hold back.” You admitted.

Marc sighed, “I know, baby. I know. But I can’t let you off that easily, you’re aware of that, right?” He asked.

You merely nodded, carefully sitting up on the bed and turning around to face Marc. His body was flushed and sweaty, his curls disheveled and eyes dark with lust. He looked absolutely ravishing like that.

“Lay down. On your side.” He said and waited for you to obey before climbing on the bed.

Marc started pressing light kisses on your body, starting from your ankle up to your thigh, licking his way up to your neck as he positioned himself behind, spooning you.

“If you can’t control yourself, you’re gonna have to learn it from us.” Marc whispered into your ear as he lifted your leg up, just enough to slide his cock into your pussy.

You gasped at how easily he slipped in, your sensitive cunt quickly adjusting to his girth. Marc wrapped an arm around your waist, cradling your breast as he fucked you from behind, nice and slow.

“Marc, faster…please…” you whimpered, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

Marc laughed into your ear, “You want it fast?” He asked but didn’t wait for a response.

He lifted your thigh up higher as he fucked you fast, growling at the way your pussy clenched around him. Gritting his teeth, he let go of your thigh and reached around to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Could feel you getting close again, baby.” He breathed out.

You moaned out his name when your abdomen tightened, bracing yourself for another orgasm until Marc whispered into your ear.

“But like I said, we’re gonna have to teach you a lesson on control.”

His hips stilled all of a sudden, the hand on your clit moving away to cup your face.

“You alright, love?”

You whined, “Steven, please? So close…”

Steven’s lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, his hands caressing your skin while his thrusts slowed down.

“I know, love. But we gotta slow down a bit, yeah? Still your hips for a bit, can you do that for me?” He asked sweetly, one hand reaching for your leg to bring it down as he started moving again but keeping his pace slow.

The way your legs were pressed together made you feel his cock move even more, making your entire body shudder with want.

“Nice and slow, love. Nice and slow…” Steven breathed out.

“So good, Steven…” you said, feeling the coil in your abdomen start to loosen.

Steven continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, promising that he’d be there to take good care of you later on. Unlike Marc, his touches were featherlight and careful, as if he was afraid to break you apart.

He treated you like you were fragile; he made sure to help you come down from your high before you could even snap.

“That’s right, love. Feels good, innit?” Steven asked, keeping a slow and steady pace as he made love to you.

Your soft breaths began to turn into whimpers once more when Steven’s pace changed, stimulating your cunt once more and bringing that familiar heat back into your stomach.

“You’re doing so good, love. Keep this up for me, yeah?” He asked.

As soon as you nodded, you felt a change in the way you were being held. A hand gripped your breast firmly, squeezing it while his thumb stroked your nipple.

“You didn’t think Steven was going to let you off like that, did you?”

Another whine escaped your mouth at the presence of Marc yet again. You could easily tell he was fronting just by the roughness of his thrusts. How his hips moved against yours, where his hands often went and how tightly they would squeeze you.

They continued punishing you like that, with Marc fucking you hard and fast until you were about to cum only to switch to Steven to edge you with his slow and gentle movements.

Your entire body was quivering, your cunt abused yet unsated. The sheets beneath were soaked, both in sweat and your juices.

“Almost there, love. Hold back a lil’ bit longer and we’ll get you there.”

Tears were already staining your cheeks as you panted heavily, your chest rising and falling with every breath you took.

“Can’t hold back…please…” you whimpered, your back arching as you reached behind to grab onto Steven’s waist.

He pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear, “Marc, I think she’s learned her lesson.” Steven softly said.

Steven was just as exhausted, his breath fanning against the back of your neck, tickling you.

“You’re good, love.” It was the last thing he said before Marc took over again, wrapping your torso with his arm to reach for your clit.

“You did so good for us, baby.” Marc praised, pressing down on your bundle of nerves before tightening his grip around your body.

And then he fucked you, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to see how your cunt was taking in all of him.

Marc clenched his jaw, grunting at how slippery your cunt was yet so tight around his dick. His balls were so tight from holding back just as much as you were.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” He growled into your ear as he pounded into you until you were crying out his name.

Your orgasm was so strong it made your eyes cross and your body shudder. You could feel your cunt flutter around Marc’s cock over and over again.

Marc spooned you and held you close to his chest as you experienced aftershocks. He rubbed soothing circles against your stomach while kissing your cheek.

“Good girl, baby.” He whispered, “I know you got more in there. Can you give us one more?” He asked.

You were so out of it already but when you felt Marc’s cock throb inside of you, you whined and shook your head in response. Too exhausted and overstimulated, you weren’t sure if your body could take another round.

Swallowing thickly, you let out a soft whine, “I don’t think I can.”

Marc grunted, “Just one, baby. Need to feel you cum on my cock again before I do.” He said.

“Too much, Marc.” You whimpered despite the growing heat in your belly yet again.

Marc was quiet for a moment, you thought that he was going to let you off for now. Just as when you were about to doze off, Marc reached around to grab your face, squeezing it in his hand.

“Now that’s just disappointing. I thought you were our good little slut?”

That accent, thick and heavy— it was Jake.

You knew him but never spent a lot of time with him. He would only front whenever Marc or Steven needed protection. Or in this case, help in getting what they wanted.

If Marc was rough, Jake was brutal. It was his grip that often left bruises in their wake, reminding you that you were his just as much as you were Marc and Steven’s.

He further squeezed your face, turning it to him, “You’re gonna give us one more, you hear me?” He asked.

You nodded, mouth agape and at a loss for words. Whenever Jake was in charge, he always pushed you to your limits and well, you loved every second of it.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.” He demanded.

You quickly obeyed, Jake smirked before spitting into your mouth.

“Atta girl.” He praised before sticking two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

You squealed when he moved his hips, thrusting into you at a steady yet powerful rhythm that made your body bounce. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the air, matching the smell of sweat and sex that lingered.

Jake was barely pulling his cock out from your cunt as he fucked you, ignoring how you were gagging on his fingers that was now shoved down your throat.

“That’s it, could feel your fucking pussy milking my cock.” He grunted.

Tears welled in your eyes yet again, pain and pleasure mixing into an entirely different sensation that was so addicting. It was painful yet you wanted more and more.

Jake removed his fingers from your mouth and brought it down to your pussy, slipping two of them inside and stretching you out even more.

His cock and two fingers inside, you didn’t think they’d all fit but here you were, taking all of them like a pathetic whore.

“More, come on. One more, you can do it. You don’t want to disappoint us, do you?” He asked but you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond.

“I asked you a question.” Jake grunted, slapping your face before wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you.

“Don’t…don’t wanna disappoint…” you stammered, your eyes fluttering shut.

Jake slapped your cheek again, “Keep your eyes open.” He said and you immediately followed, trying your best to keep them open.

“Good girl. So fucking obedient ‘cause you’re our slut, right? You’re our good little bitch.”

Jake's filthy words, his cock and fingers finally pushed you to the brim. You came with a silent scream, your body stilling and toes curling as you rode out your orgasm.

All you could remember was Marc taking over and him spilling his seed inside of you before praising you, “So good, baby. Did so good for us.”

It probably took you a couple of minutes to regain your consciousness because when you did, you were cuddled close to Marc’s chest.

His hand was rubbing your back, his touches were soft and gentle— it was Steven.

“Hi there, love.” He grinned, looking down at you.

Your eyelids fluttered as you beamed up, “Hi Steven.”

He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up to your shoulders.

there’s nothing you love more than when peter shares his superhero stories with you. he’s so passionate about it all, beaming through each one and appreciating the fact that someone wants to listen. everyone else he can tell has started to get bored of them. yep, even ned. no one ever saw that one coming.

you also love hearing about the little things, like what peter does on patrol and how he makes his webs. another web related thing you’ve been meaning to ask about is the way he shoots them. he’s got his webshooters, which you know about, but you’re curious as to how they work. you take the opportunity to find out when he’s messing around with them one day.

“peter?” you get his attention from the top bunk of his bed. he has an empty cartridge between his teeth, floppy hair falling into his eyes as he presses down. a thin white string emerges from his fingers and hits the wall. “finally. yeah babe?” “how do you do that?” you ask, chin propped in both hands, looking down at him with a grin.

“what, shoot my webs?” peter turns around in his swirly chair to see you. “mhm. i’ve been wondering for a while,” you tell him all nicely. he spits the web cartridge onto his desk and smirks. “well, sometimes i use a sock or whatever, but i really like when you help me-“

“peter! oh my god, you’re insane,” you groan and sit up on your knees. everything has to be an innuendo with him. “what? you asked me!” he insists, chuckling at his own terrible joke. “no one wants to hear about your... sock. i was being serious. seriously, i wanna know,” you try, peter licking his lower lip. “alright, alright. sorry.”

he extends one of his arms towards the wall again. “basically, you just figure out where you wanna shoot, then,” he pushes a little button in the center of his wrist, a web flinging out. you widen your eyes. “that’s it,” peter says, like he didn’t just do the coolest thing ever.

“that’s it?” you repeat, swinging your legs over the bunk bed ladder. he nods slowly while you make your way down it. “yeah, it’s pretty straightforward. anyone can do it.” you walk over to him with a wicked smile that makes his face twist in confusion. “interesting you say that,” you take his open hand and trace your fingers over it. “can i shoot your webs?”

peter fake gasps. “not when may’s home.” you stop your movements and narrow your eyes at him. it’s a warning. “kidding, baby. sure,” he corrects himself. “yay, i get to be spider-woman,” you cheer up, grinning at peter as he slips the webshooters off. peter exhales a breathy laugh and holds them out for you. “here, put these on.”

you take them and quirk an eyebrow. for something that’s supposed to be easy to use, they look complicated. “um, how am i supposed to do that?” you frown at the gadgets you’re holding. “i’ll help you,” peter happily offers, coming to stand behind you. he takes them from you and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“open your hands for me,” he tells you. you do as he says, peter taking your right hand in his. “this part goes around your wrist,” he explains, fastening the first one on you, adjusting it to fit. “comfy?” “yeah, that’s good,” you murmur back. “good,” peter agrees. the other one comes next, leaving you geared up.

“let me know how that feels,” peter says with a kiss to your collarbone. “still good. thanks,” you giggle, bringing a hand up to ruffle his curls like you usually do. he quickly ducks out of the way. “no, no, no, no, no. the webs, y/n/n! they’ll get stuck.” you roll your eyes into the back of your head. “you and your hair. i wasn’t gonna press it-“

“they’re sensitive,” peter speaks quieter now, clearing his throat after his mini freak out. he returns his chin back to your shoulder and smiles sheepishly over at you. you can’t help but smile back. “so are you. love you, though.” “mm, i love you. ready to try?” he winds his arms around you and takes your hands.

“i hope so. i’m kinda nervous, i don’t wanna mess up any of the work you just did on them,” you admit, staring down at all the wires and compartments on your wrists. “you won’t. i only reloaded my web cartridges,” peter assures you, fingers gilding up and down your palms. “okay, if you say so. what do i do again?” you cock your head to the side.

peter locks his fingers with yours and hums. “can i show you?” “please,” you nod kind of furiously. “ok, first,” he lets go of your hands and puts them on top of yours instead. “you bring these two fingers down here.” you let him push down both your middle and ring fingers, all the way to the big button. “then?” you ask, another smile painting your face.

“you aim, and release when you wanna stop,” peter replies, pointing your hand up towards the ceiling. “should i shoot now?” you check with him and bite your lip in concentration. he gives you the go ahead. “we’ll do it together, okay? one, two, three.” you both press down on the button, and surely enough, out comes a web. it stays stuck to peter’s ceiling.

“oh shit, i did it!” you squeal out, peter giving you a soft kiss on the side of your neck. “see? told you anyone could.” “i wanna try it alone now!” you request. he takes his hands off yours and holds you by your middle. “all you, spider-woman.” remembering everything peter taught you, you bring your fingers to the button, find a spot in his room not covered in webs, and shoot.

“wow, i can’t believe i’m doing this,” you laugh and shoot another quick one. peter grins to himself over how much fun you’re having. “i feel like it takes a lot of skill, though. when you’re actually swinging,” you compliment his technique. you’re sure he’s hiding one to not seem like a show off. “honestly, it does. it’s really about your fingers,” he answers with a squeeze at your waist.

“your fingers...” you turn to look at him and smirk the same way he did earlier. “that must be why you’re so good at... you know.” “y/n!” peter whines, burying his face in your shoulder before it turns too pink.

"It's disgusting." 

"Says who?"

"I'm really sorry," you say, shifting uncomfortably. 

He lets his eyes dip down to your sweatpants, frowning. "Doll, I promise I don't mind. I've seen it all before, yeah?" 

You flush. "Yeah." 

He nods, appeased, and presses a featherlight kiss to your temple, joined hands against his chest.

"Let's get you in the shower," he says gently. 

You still look wildly uncomfortable, lips turned down, eyes averted in an awful show of misfound shame. 

"I'll shower with you, if you'll let me?" he asks. 

You look up, all deer-in-the-headlights. "I'm bleeding." 

"I know. It'll be nice, though, right? I can wash your hair. The hot water will help your tummy, and we'll both end up clean." 

"I can't believe I bled on you," you whisper. "I'm so embarrassed." 

He makes a deliberating hum, bringing your joined hands up to his chin. "Tell you what? Next time I need stitches I'll make sure to get some blood on you. Then we're even." 

"It's not the same." 

"It's really not – yours is something you can't help, mine's a product of my own idiocy and self confidence," he says, winking. 

"Yeah, what did you do, Tom?" echoes one of his co-stars, laughing.

"I fell asleep during our movie date." Tom admits sheepishly, shaking his head at the roar of laughter from the crowd. "Twenty minutes in, I was out cold."

"You didn't!" laughs the interviewer. "What did she do?"

"She was the absolute best, of course. She just held me and stroked my hair and wrapped me up in a blanket and then stayed on the sofa with me all night." he says, eyes crinkling at the general "awww" from the crowd.

The interviewer's eyes glint mischievously as Tom tells his story, clearly sensing a way to divert the interview to The Good Stuff™.

"So speaking of Y/N, there's been a lot of talk about you two online recently." he starts. "Specifically, engagement rumors? Is there any basis, any truth to these rumors?"

Tom shifts around as he stalls for time until he can meet your eyes in the crowd, raising his fluffy eyebrow ever so slightly to silently ask if you're okay with him talking about your relationship. You give him a tiny nod, encouraging him to go on.

"No, we're not engaged." he says. "But we've honestly never been happier than we are right now. She's so creative, and caring, and funny, and gorgeous. There's no one else I'd rather spend my life with."

You can't help but feel slightly choked up as he gushes, resisting the urge to throw off your hoodie and run up to the stage, crushing him into a bear hug and never letting go.

"WHEN ARE YOU PROPOSING?!" yells a particularly enthusiastic fan, rousing cheers from the rest of the crowd and the cast members on stage.

Tom laughs as he winks at you again.

"When I'm sure she'll say yes."

This, of course, results in almost hysterical screams (affectionate).

You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on Tom's contact and typing out a message. He's watching you of course, so when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket he pulls it out, cheering like an excited seven year old, "I got a text! From Y/N!"

Y/N 💗: i'd marry you in a heartbeat baby <3

He blows a kiss in your direction, grinning from ear to ear. As he's distracted, gazing at you lovingly, a co-star leans over his shoulder and reads the text.

"Holy shit!" they laugh. "Did Tom Holland just get engaged?"

The screams reach an all-time record and you wince slightly, bringing a hand up to your ringing ear. Tom snatches his phone closer, rolling his eyes.

"Hold your horses!" he laughs. "Let me check."

He balances the microphone in his left hand as he types out a quick message.

tommy 🤠: Did we just get engaged??

Y/N 💗: we will be when you give me that rock hidden at the back of your sock drawer 😳

Tom's soft brown eyes crinkle around the edges as he grins all but leaps up from his chair.

"Is this interview wrapping up soon?" He asks cheekily. "I've got to go get engaged."

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