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You and your best friend Tom spend some quarantine time together, and it isn’t exactly what you expected...

Warnings: fluff, angst??, smut ;)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Normally you missed Tom, since he was always on the go. But since this ‘quarantine’ began, the two of you had been in the house together for 6 days straight. Tuwaine, Harrison and Harry had come over for a bit, but decided to be with their families instead. Harry claiming Sam missed him. You had almost begged him to stay, but he assured you you’d be fine with Tom. And you were, at first. Slowly you began to notice all his annoying habits.

Like leaving the toilet seat up, or his dishes all over the house. Albeit it was his house, but still.

You’d woken up on day 7 feeling sluggish even though you’d done absolutely nothing but sleep and lie around for the last week. You leave the guest room you’d been staying in and make your way to kitchen. Tom must’ve been still asleep. You pull out a bowl to make yourself some cereal and tea, deciding to make a cup for Tom too when he wakes up. You scroll through your phone while you eat, pausing when a FaceTime comes in from Harry.

“Y/N!” He called cheerily through the phone. And you smile, “Hey, what’s up!” You respond. “Nothing just seeing how things were over there, miss you already” he spoke and you grin. “It’s fine, I miss you too” you listen to the chaos in the background, so different to the near silence where you were. Tom was one of your closest friends, and you loved him dearly but things were off. You just summed it up to all the craziness going on in the world. It was more than enough to put anyone in a mood.

You and Harry chat for a while longer until you hear a door slam. “He’s risen” you laugh, you hear his footsteps getting closer. “I’ll talk to you later Harry” you smile but Tom walks in with a frown. “No, no - don’t let me interrupt your love connection” he grumbles and your eyebrows go up to your hairline. “What?” You and Harry both exclaim at the same time, “Jinx!” You do it again before bursting out with laughter. Tom rolls his eyes about to walk out, “Wait, I made you some tea!” You offer and he takes it without so much as a thank you and goes to sit on the couch.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” Harry jokes and you shake your head before hanging up. You take a deep breath before approaching your solemn friend. “Goodmorning!” You chirp, plopping down on the couch next to him. He glances at you, then turns back to the T.V. “You know, if you’d rather be with Harry you’re more then welcome to go” he tells you and you feel a pang in your chest at his sharp words. Was he serious? You do your best to brush it off, “Tom what’s the matter? You’re not acting like yourself.” You sigh inching closer to him.

“I’m not acting like myself? You’re the one fawning over Harry like he’s gods gift to this earth. And he’s eating that shit right up. When this all went down, I was looking forward to spending time with you...I missed you. But I see now you were - are, fine without me” his voice is low and you’re in shock. You can’t believe he thinks you like Harry. You almost want to laugh. Harry was your friend...but he was the one you were crushing on. “Tom, I promise you there is nothing between me and Harry. We’re just friends, and we wouldn’t even be friends if it weren’t for you!” You explain.

“Better friends than you and I?” He asks, eyes looking at yours now. You and Harry had shared laughs; but Tom? Tom has been there for you through everything. And you for him. “Nobody’s better friends then you and I” you assure him. You watch the way his face relaxes. “I don’t know..it’s just when I’m away I feel like I’m missing so much. I came home, so excited to see you but then I saw all your inside jokes with Harry and your handshake with Tuwaine. I felt like I was losing you. I’m not gonna lie...I miss when you were just my best friend.” He laughs a little at the end, and now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Yeah well I’ve always had to share you!” You remind him and he nods. “I know. I guess I was just..jealous?” He squints and you bite your lip.

He was jealous? Do people get jealous of ‘friends’? Does this mean he feels for you as more than a friend?! Your mind is racing now and your heart feels like it might jump out your chest. “Well you could never lose me Tom, you’re my best friend. And I love you” you hug him. “I love you too Y/N”

You pull away, tired of all the moody somberness and glance towards the fridge. “Fuck this tea, lets get drunk” you smirk and Tom laughs. “This is why you’re my best friend”

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You’re on your fourth...you think?? Cup of wine. Tom’s standing across from you, face red from the alcohol. He’s still holding his beer in his hand as he explains the stunt to you. “Just run at me, I’m gonna grab your hips and flip you over and onto the couch” he explains.

“Tom I swear if you drop me!” You giggle before running towards him at full speed. He lunges towards you and when you’re close enough his fingers wrap around your waist and hoist you up. You squeal as he tosses you on the couch, and Tom cheers before jumping over so he’s on top of you.

You’re breathing heavily, a giant smile on your face as you stare up at the brown haired boy. His eyes sparkle with something you’ve never seen before. A happy, goofy look on his face. “I love you Y/N” he says in between pants. His gaze makes your face hot and you blink; “I love you too Tom” you tell him again. “No- Y/N I’m in love with you” You’re eyes go wide at his confession. “Shit, I’m sorry. God, I shouldn’t have-“ you cut off your stuttering best friend with a kiss. But the word kiss didn’t do it justice.

Your eyes close the moment your lips meet. You feel him relax, body sinking into yours; his weight on top of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. “Tom..” you murmur and he hums, lips traveling from you jaw to your neck. You feel like you’re in a dream. Toms hand creeps up your chest and shoves down your tank top to expose your breasts and you gasp when his tongue licks your nipple. He circles the hard bud, his fingers tweaking the other one. You arch into his touch, hips subconsciously grinding against him. “Tom; please..” you wine. You don’t even know what you were asking him for but you’d take whatever he’d give you.

“I got you” his voice rumbles from his chest, hand leaving your nipple to toy with the waistband of your shorts. “Can I?” He asks, eyes searching yours. You nod, craning your neck to kiss him again. “You smell good” you compliment and he just smiles.

“Thank you” and then his hand is beneath the fabric that had separated you. His finger trailing between your lips before finding the sensitive bud that has you moaning his name. “That’s it baby..” he encourages you. Your nails dig into his back while he works on you. “Fuck..I’m gonna cum Tom” you call out. His hand slides down so his fingers can pump into you, his palm pressed to your clit with every movement. You shake as you reach your peak, cumming on Toms strong hand. He keeps going while you ride out your high, watching you writhe beneath him. You sit up to look at the man in front of you and he smirks while he licks his fingers. You always knew Tom was a freak.

“Lay back” you instruct, pushing your shorts off and Tom does as you say, kicking off his sweats. “You can get rid of those too” you tell him, pointing to his boxers. “Straight shooter, I like that” and you roll your eyes. “You’re so funny Tom, anyone ever tell you that you should be a comedian” you whisper in a sultry voice, straddling him. “Yeah all the ti-oh fuck!” His voice cracks when you sink onto him.

“Oh shit, Tom!” You moan, feeling all of him when you’re fully seated. Tom can’t help but stare at you, tits out and head thrown back. And you were like that because of the pleasure he was giving you..he could’ve cum right then. You plant your legs and bounce on the brunette, watching his jaw go slack. You lean forwards, hands resting in the middle of his chest to balance yourself so you can go even faster. You want to watch Tom but your eyes fall shut from the way his thick cock felt inside of you. “Fuck; Tom..cum for me baby” you groan feeling yourself getting close again.

“Y/N...” he calls your name, hand reaching up behind you to tug on your hair. Your walls clench around him when he pulls and that’s it for Tom. His groans are like music to your ears when he orgasms. You grind against him a few more times before reaching your own peak and falling against him.

Tom tilts his head to look down at you, a lazy smile on his face; “I just got some quarantitties”

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Spiderman Doesn’t Disappoint*

My Hero 💙🕸

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Sex Pollen*

It Was The Plant*

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Window*

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Lip Sync Battle*

Through The Phone*

Strawberries*

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Celebrity - Part One - Part Two 💙

Just A Bump *

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Sauna*

In which a jealous Tom makes you hit your head, but in the end you feel even better than before.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, jealous!tom

Tom was jealous. He knew he was, and he accepted it. He’d never thought himself to be a jealous person before he’d met you. He hated to share you, even with just your friends. He was greedy and wanted all your time. But was it his fault? Not when being around you was so delicious.

“Tom!” You called out from across the room, breaking him from his thoughts. He did his best to wipe the sour look on his face, watching you sit next to your ‘best friend’ Austin. His arm slung over your shoulders. “I asked if you wanted another drink?” You spoke sweetly, and he nodded to you. “Yeah thanks darling” he grumbled, flashing a quick smile your way. You stood up, about to walk to the kitchen when Austin grabbed your wrist - “mind grabbing me one love?” He inquires and you agree before walking off. Tom is shooting daggers at the man opposite him.

“Ouch!” He winces when he feels Laura pinch his thigh - “green is not a good color on you Tom” she laughs from beside him. “Shut up!” He quips, swatting her hands away. “I’m gonna go help Y/N” he says, making his way to kitchen as well. Youre crouched over, grabbing the drinks from the fridge when he calls your name. The sudden noise startled you and you shoot upwards, knocking your head on the top of the fridge. “Fuck!” You swear, setting the beers down and stumbling backwards. “Shit, Y/N I’m so sorry!” He rushes towards you. “It’s okay, it was an accident” you reply in a small voice. But Tom sees right through it, he sees the tears welling in your eyes. He feels horrible.

He guides you to the counter and lifts you to sit on the granite surface. “Let me see” he coos, tilting your head and parting your hair piece by piece to make sure you weren’t bleeding. You lean into his touch, he gentle fingers felt like heaven on your pounding head. “You’re not bleeding but let me get you some ice” he’s walking to grab an ice pack from the cooler against your protests. “Tom I’m fine I promise” you assure him but he just shakes his head, wrapping the pack in a paper towel and holding it against your head.

Your breathing slows, you feel something shift as you take in the moment. He’s standing between your legs. One arm holding the pack, his other hand stroking your arm. You wished you could be like this forever. “Thank you Tom..” you smile at him and laughs, “it’s my fault you hit your head, it’s the least I can do. I really am sorry though. I never want to hurt you Y/N” he says and your heart flutters.

You’re both snapped out of your little bubble by the sound of approaching foot steps. “What’s taking so long? - oh, what happened” Austin reaches for you and put your hand out. “I’m okay” you exclaim, you appreciated his concern but you were starting to feel anxious with all the attention. “Let me take you home-“ “Austin I’m fine, I just bumped my head” you explain, hoping he’d drop it. You should’ve known better. “You hit your head, we need to take to a doctors; what if you have a concussion!” He exclaims dramatically. “Mate seriously, we’ve got it.” Tom pipes up, annoyed at his persistence. You sense the edge in Toms voice and it’s one you’d never heard in him before. “Tom, can you take me home please” you ask and he nods, taking your hand. You groan as you hop off the counter, “Bye Austin, tell the others what happened for me” you wave, pushing Tom to hurry up before the other man can speak up.

“I’ll take you to come get your car in the morning” Tom offers as you both strap in. You watch the way he finesses as he drives and it lights something in you. His legs spread, seat leaned back and cool gaze on the road in front of him. “You’re really handsome Tom” you tell him, eyes studying his face. He glances over at you, eyes meeting yours briefly before turning back to the road. “And you’re a good driver..” you add before resting your head against the seat and closing your eyes. “You must’ve hit your head hard to be complimenting me like this” Tom gives you an odd look, breath stolen by how pretty you look, reclined back in your seat. Soft features lit up by the glow of the dashboard. You giggle, “I can’t compliment my friend?” You ask, not opening your eyes.

“Wow just friend, not even best friend?” He teases and you open one eye to peak at him. “Best friend, my apologies” you respond, a smirk on your lips.

You ride in a comfortable silence to your house, “we’re here” Tom says pulling into your driveway. You were enjoying his presence. You walk to the door, Tom lingering a few steps behind you and you fumble to unlock your door. You step inside, and Tom speaks - “just text me when you’re ready to go get your car-“ but you cut him off. “You’re not coming in?” You frown at the brown haired boy and he stutters “oh, yeah um, sure I can..” he tries to sound a calm as he can. Why was he being so weird? He’d been over a million times; something just felt different tonight.

He steps in beside you and you smile. “Movie night?” You squeal running to your bedroom - head ache long forgotten. Tom chuckles, racing behind you. You’re peeling off your jeans when he comes in and his throat goes dry at the sight of you bent over in only your underwear. You stand up straight again, doing that thing every girls knows how to do - taking off your bra without removing your shirt. “Ughh I’ve been dying to take that off all day” you laugh, climbing into bed.

Tom removed his own clothes, leaving only his boxers before settling in beside you. “What should we watch?” You ask, leaning into his side. “Hmmm, what’s that show about the queen?” He asks, he remembered you telling him how much you loved that show. “The crown!” You all but shout, quickly pulling up the show.

The two of you make it halfway through the first season, holding each other and discussing what you might’ve done different when you begin to hear birds chirping outside. “Holy shit! It’s almost 5am” you inform Tom incredulously after looking at your phone. “I guess we should go to bed” he laughed and you nod reluctantly. “I suppose” you respond, laying down and pulling the covers over the two of you. You lay facing each other, Toms hand on you hip, tracing shapes on the exposed skin. You hum in content, this was perfect you think to yourself. You watch as Toms eyes flutter shut, and listen to his breathing even out. His hand stilled, fingers splayed. You hold your breath and lean forward. You kiss his forehead, and then his left cheek, and the right.

Toms heart is doing somersaults in his chest. You were so close, he tried his best to pretend to sleep. Then you kissed his nose. Then, so softly he almost thought he was dreaming, his lips. His eyes flew open then. And you jolt backwards at the sight of him starting back at you. “Tom I’m sorry! That was so out of line and weird!” You rush to explain but he just grabs your waist and pulls you close. “No it wasn’t” his chest rumbles with his words as he presses his lips to yours again.

Your lips move in unison, like you’d been kissing each other for a lifetime and not just a few seconds. You throw your leg over his, deepening the kiss. He rolls you over so your on your back. His hips settling between your thighs and you whine. How far would the two of you go? You prayed it was all the way. “Tommm” you moan against his lips, hands tangling in his hair. “Yes darling?” He drawls out, grinding against you. “Are we going to have sex?” You ask, mentally face palming at how lame you sound. Tom just laughs, “if you want to love” he propositions and you can’t respond fast enough. “I really, really want to” you whisper, and it’s like music to his ears. “Good, because I do too”

His tongue runs along the length of your neck, and your back arches. You bite your lip as his tongue goes lower and lower. He pushes up your shirt. Eyes taking in the sight of your full breasts, his finger tweaks your nipple before soothing it with his tongue. His name falls from your lips again, louder this time. He hums against your skin and you swear you can feel him smiling. He moves downwards until he’s at the waistband of your panties, your hips lifting to assist him in getting the offensive material off.

A finger ran through your folds, “you’re so wet for me darling” he whispers and you can’t even form words to respond as he pushes the digit into you. He adds a second finger and you’re fucking against his fingers. “Fuck!” You cry out when he curls his fingers just right. He has you cumming so quickly you can barely register it. He keeps pumping his fingers, letting you ride out your high.

“Need to be inside you..” he gasps, shoving his boxers down. You nod; reaching a hand down to line him up and Tom shudders. “Please fuck me Tommy” you beg and he squeezes your side before sliding into you. “Oh my god...” you moan out hands finding purchase in his hair. He thrusts into you steadily, his pelvis hitting your clit perfectly. You tug at his hair and he hisses, “do it again” he demands and you listen without a second thought. “Such a good girl for me” he praises you, picking up his pace. He leans down to kiss you but you can hardly reciprocate as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Tom, I’m so close!” You nearly scream, body sensitive from your first release. “Let go for me Y/N, I wanna watch you cum on my cock” he yells, thrusting even deeper. He watches as you lay under him, taking everything he gave. He could feel himself getting close to edge, so he reached between to two to of you to rub the bundle of nerves he new would you over. You squeal and tilt your head back as you orgasm around him, his own thrusts getting sloppily as he found his peak.

He collapses beside you, “I’m still sorry” he apologizes, slightly out of breathe. You just smile at him;

“Well I’m not”

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hi my loves! I hope you liked this; i just want to say thank you for all the love lately and tell you how much I appreciate it!!

Peter Parker x Reader

Smut!!!

You catch Spiderman outside your window, of course you invite him in ;)

Peter swears it wasn’t intentional he ended up outside your window tonight. He heard a commotion nearby and just wanted to check on you. The two of you barely spoke at school, you were way out of his league; but you were on the academic decathlon team together. You were always nice to him when you did speak and Peter could admit he had more than a little crush on you.

He crept to your window, you had you curtains open despite how late it was; which was unlike you. He peered in, your room was empty. Where were you? He leans closer and looks around, no sign of you. His mind wanders, you were popular and it was Friday. You were probably at a party or something. He sighs in disappointment, he wanted to see you. But maybe it was for the best...this was getting borderline stalkerish. Peter gazed into your room one last time, about to stand to leave when you walk into your room. Covered in nothing but a white towel, hair dripping from a shower no doubt. “Jesus..” he clammers backwards on the fire escape, tripping over himself. He curses at the noise he makes.

Your head whips around, you hear a noise from the fire escape. Your first instinct is to go towards it but you stop yourself. What if it was a robber? You grab the first thing you see, which just so happens to be a flat iron and approach the window. You turn your eyes down and all you see is a mass of red and blue. What the fuck? The figure and stands and you gasp, eyes wide. Spiderman! “Holy shit!” you exclaim. You push open your window. “Are you okay?” You ask, watching him rub his head. “Yeah thanks, I’m sorry” he mumbles.

Peter is doing his best to hide his nerves. What would he say when you ask what he was doing. “It’s okay..” you don’t know where to go from here, the two of you just staring at one another and his presence feels familiar. “I was just tired; I was going to sit down but I tripped and then..well here we are” he explains awkwardly and you giggle. “Do you want to come inside? I can make you some tea, and I think I have some donuts if you want?” You offer, and you cross your fingers that he’d say yes. Peter almost jumps at the chance but does his best to play it cool.

“Yeah that’d be great, thank you” he answers and you motion for him to come in. Once he’s standing in front of you, in your house he’s a little intimidating. Not super tall, but taller than you. His shoulders were broad and it was easy to see he had a muscular built. You draw in a shaky breath, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. “I’ll be right back” you speak, barely above a whisper. You walk out into the hall and exhale. You couldn’t believe Spider-Man was literally in your room.

You shake it off, making the tea and warming up a glazed donut. You check yourself in a mirror in the hall, you’d had almost forgotten you were close to naked. You shake your head, of all the ways to meet him. Entering your room you find him looking at all your photos. You clear your throat and smile, “I’m sorry-“ he starts but you cut him off. “No worries, sit down! This is for you” you hand him the food and sit down next to him on your bed. You try hard not to stare at him while he eats but you just can’t help yourself. He was a fucking superhero!

“Thank you” he turns towards you once he finishes. “No, thank you; for like saving the city - and the world blah blah blah” you giggle and he lets out a laugh at that too. “You’re welcome Y/N” and you furrow you’re eyebrows, you don’t remember telling him your name. “How’d you know my name?” You ask him, staring at his mask where his eyes were. Peter winces, he’s convinced he has to be the worst superhero ever. “I uh, I saw it on your mail box” he stutters and you squint. “You came through my window!” You exclaim, who the fuck was this man. What if he wasn’t even Spiderman, just some imposter here to kill you?! You scoot away, what were you thinking.

Peter panics, you were afraid of him. He acted before he thought, ripping his make off. You freeze, stunned. “Peter Parker..” you whisper. You wouldn’t have guessed in a million years. He was so quiet, shy even at school. “Yeah. Please don’t tell anyone” he stares at you, grabbing your hand. “I..I won’t” you reply, taking the chance to really look at him. His brown hair was messy, falling in his face. It looked soft, and your fingers itched to run through it. His face was relaxed, a gentle expression etched across it. Crooked nose, and pink lips. Had Peter always been this cute. You saw him almost everyday, but you had never taken the time to appreciate his features.

You’re still staring at him when it dawns on you, it was no coincidence he ended up outside your window. “Were you watching me?” You ask with a smirk. Peters eyes widen, rubbing the back of his neck. He sighs, he didn’t want to get caught in another lie. “Yeah I was..” he answers, cheeks going red. You throw your head back in a laugh before looking him in the eyes again. “Did you like what you saw?” the words flow before you can give them a second thought, biting your lip.

Peter was sure he had to be dreaming, did you really just ask him that? Standing in front of him in nothing but a towel? He felt light headed, but nods at you. You take a deep breath, “do you want to see more?” you whisper, trying to keep your voice even but on the inside you were shaking with nerves. Peters breathes hitches in his throat, croaking out a yes. He can’t tear his eyes away, watching as you unwrap your towel. You close your eyes and let it drop to the floor. “Jesus, you’re beautiful” Peter murmurs staring at your naked form in front of him. Blood rushes to his dick and his suit gets tight, his heart was pounding in his chest and he really couldn’t believe this was happening.

There was something erotic about standing naked before him like this, and you feel a heat rush through you, settling low in your stomach. You look down and notice him playing with his hands, like he doesn’t know what to do next. Honestly you don’t either, but you’re yearning for him to touch you so grab his hand, pulling it towards your chest. “You can touch me Peter...you can do whatever you want to me” you tell him and Peter moans at your words. He doesn’t waste a single second. He stands, placing his hands on your full breasts and massaging them. You hum, letting your eyes fall shut. You let yourself melt into his touch for a few moments before you decide you want something else. “Can you take off your suit for me?” You ask sweetly and peter is nodding and taking it off for you in the blink of an eye.

You take in the sight of him, creamy skin just waiting for you. You kiss his chest, trailing downwards and letting your nails follow behind you. You feel his stomach tense under your touch and you smile to yourself. You hook a finger in the waistband of his boxers letting them snap against his skin. “Can I?” You whisper against his skin, letting your tongue lick along beneath his belly button. “Yes, please” he hisses, looking down at you. You pull down the checker pattern fabric, and you pull back at the size of him. You were not expecting Peter Parker to be packing like this. You swallow your nerves, leaning forward and taking him in your mouth.

“Oh fuck..” a broken moan falls from Peters lips and you take it as encouragement. You focus on his tip, swirling your tongue around it and working one hand at his base. Your other hand is gripping his thigh to steady yourself. You take him deeper, flattening your tongue against the bottom of his dick and letting your jaw slack to try and fit all of him. Your nose is almost touching his pelvis and his hips jerk at the feeling. You gag around him, tears welling in your eyes but you don’t stop. Bobbing your head faster, you grab Peters hand and place it on the back of your head, trying to tell him to guide you. He buries his fingers in your hair, pushing your head back and forth on his length. “Shit, y/n you’re so good” he gasps, feeling himself nearing his peak. You reach to play with his balls, looking up at him with bleary eyes and Peter loses it.

“I’m gonna cum!” He warns but you only take him deeper as he releases in your mouth. You swallow him down, and Peter is staring at you in awe. “Y/N...” he drawls out your name, lifting you and tossing you onto the bed. You squeak, liking the way he manhandled you. He climbed on top of you, connecting your lips in a kiss and it felt like the most right thing in the world. Your lips moved together like two people dancing to the same melody. You’re hands wrapped around his neck, chest arching into his. His hand traveled down your side and you gasp feeling his fingers slide through your folds. You whine, hips grinding against his hand. Your body ached for more of him. “Peter please..” you begged and he obliged.

His fingers delved inside of you, and you groan at the feeling. He curled them upwards, tips of them brushing against that perfect spot. He sped up, his palm rubbing your clit and lips attached to your neck. Your thighs closed around his hand as the pressure the built deep inside of you. Peter pushed them apart with ease, continuing at his same pace. Your eyes screwed shut as you came on his fingers, calling Peters name. “Fuck, Peter that was amazing” you whisper, pulling him in to kiss you again; “now get inside me”

He positions himself by your entrance, sliding in with ease at how wet you are and you both groan at the feeling. You feel so full, and he pressure of his weight on top of you; the sounds he was making...it doesn’t take long for you to feel your second orgasm building. He thrust in and out of you, his hand pinning your hips to the mattress to make sure you took all of him. “Fuck!” He cursed, grabbing your left left and hooking it over his waist and your eyes roll back at the new angle he reaches. “Peter please don’t stop” you beg, hands grasping at his shoulders, desperate to hold on. “I’m not baby” he whispers, reaching down to rub your clit. He pistons into you, fingers working magic on you and you shake as you come again. “Fuck cum, Peter!” You cry. His thrusts get sloppy and he drives deep into you as he cums, letting himself go slack against your sticky body.

“Never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad you were outside my window”

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Peters hands would be all over you, he felt like he needed to touch every inch of you and you didn’t mind. You wanted him everywhere, if you could die drowning in him, then that’s how you wanna go. “Fuck Peter” you’d moan when his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking the hard bud. He always knew what you wanted.

He was so close. His mouth on your breast and the rest of him pressed to the length of your body. The two of you were smooshed in your childhood twin bed, you were visiting your family for the Fourth of July. You were actually supposed to be watching your 6 year old brother but he was downstairs completely entranced by Aladdin and his chicken nuggets.

“I need to fuck you” Peter would moan before shoving down his shorts and thrusting into you. You squeal at how good he feels inside of you, stretching you. Peters hand comes down over your mouth, “you gotta be quiet baby” he’d warm.

Each thrust has your head swirling, pleasure surging though you. You couldn’t focus on anything beside Peter....until your bedroom door swings open.

“Y/N are you okay?!” Your little brother screams, holding his chicken nugget like a weapon. “Oh my god! I’m fine, I’m fine. Close the door!” You call out, doing your best to cover yourselves. Peter is just sitting in shock and you smack his arm to spurr him into action. “Get dressed” You sigh. “Your Dad is gonna murder me” Peter whispers to himself and even though you were upset you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s gonna be fine, come on” you tell him and he follows you downstairs.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I know I’m supposed to knock but I heard you scream! I just wanted to protect you.” Your little brother says when he sees you and Peter come down the stairs. You smile and feel a tug at your heart strings, he could be annoying but your little brother truly was your heart. “It’s okay Y/B/N, thank you. But I’m okay” you spoke softly and give him a hug. “Then why were you screaming?” He presses and you wince. You’d hope he’d drop the subject. “It was a good scream, like the kind when you ride on a roller coaster” you try to explain as vaguely as possible. “Yeah, but you weren’t on a rollercoaster” he points out, and now his eyebrows are furrowing in thought. You know he isn’t going let it go.

Your brother motions for you bend down so he can whisper to you. “Was Peter hurting you? I’ll beat him up and call the police. You can tell me Y/N” and you laugh again. “No baby bro, he wasn’t” you ensure him and nods. “Okay because my teacher said domestic violence is a big issue in our society” Now it’s Peters turn to furrow his brows.

“I’m just gonna tell him” Peter throws his hands up and you shake your head. “He isn’t ready for that yet-“ you start but he cuts you off. “I’m Spiderman, and I had just told Y/N that’s why she screamed. So I need to you keep this a secret. And what you saw earlier” Peter speaks and you can’t believe he just told a six year old he was Spiderman. Your brother is staring at his with wide eyes. “No way!” He exclaims and Peter nods.

He walks over to a wall and climbs up the ceiling, crawling so he’s hanging upside down directly in front of your brother.

“So, our little secret; okay?”

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Peter would be soooo excited,

“Baby, please sit down. You’ve been on your feet all day” he begged and you just swat him away. “Peter I’m not gonna just sit around all day” you reply. He’d been hovering over you for the past few weeks and it was getting old fast. You were only 6 months pregnant and he wouldn’t leave you alone. He stopped doing his night patrol because he worried you suddenly go into labor, he barely left your side.

You remembered when the two of you first started dating years ago and thought you wanted to be around him all the time.....boy were you wrong. You loved Peter but being pregnant and having him hanging off you was taking a toll. “Peter would you do me a favor and get me some Ben & Jerry’s?” You ask, you weren’t even really craving anything but you just needed a moment alone. “I’ll send Ned..” - “No! I want you to get it” you exclaim and you feel bad but Peter doesn’t seem fazed. “Okay, I’ll be back. I love you!” He smiled before grabbing his keys and heading out.

You sigh and go upstairs to the soon to be babies bedroom. You look around, the walls were yellow and there were two cribs on opposite sides of the walls. But nothing else was set up, and suddenly you felt incredibly overwhelmed. You don’t know why but you burst into tears. You don’t know how long you were crying for when you hear Peters footsteps coming up the stairs. “Baby, baby what’s wrong? Is everything okay?! Do we need to go to the hospital?” He asked, sitting down on the floor next to you and wrapping you in his arms. “No..” you sniffle and try to wipe your tears away.

“It’s just...we don’t even have the room set up and it just hit me we’re really about to be parents! Two little people to take care of for the rest of our lives, what if I’m not a good mom? What if..” - “Stop Y/N” Peter cuts you off and lifts your chin so you’re looking at him. “I’ll set this entire room up today if it’ll make you feel better, and you’re going to absolutely be the best mom on the planet; it’s no question” he tells you and you stare at him with glassy eyes. You can’t even express how much you love this man. “And my back hurts, and I’m fat. I don’t want boy and girl to have a fat, ugly mom” you whine and Peter looks at you incredulously. “You’re THE most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And we really gotta stop calling them boy and girl...but boy and girl are gonna love there pretty mama”

Peter stands, then lifts you up bridal style. “You have to use your super strength to lift me” you joke and rub your belly. “No babe. That was just my regular man strength” he laughed and you place your hand on his cheek. “I love you so much Peter. Thank you for what I know are going to be greatest gifts I could ever have”

“You’re welcome baby, I love you more. Now let’s go start picking out names for boy and girl”

omg I feel like Tom would be so into it, he’d probably ask you what he was doing in the imagine, maybe even make you read it out loud!!! 🥵

“babe lemme see your phone” he’d call out through the living room, and you’d quickly switch off of tumblr and onto Instagram or some other bullshit app. You’d hand him your phone, subconsciously pressing your thighs together. He’d give you a funny look and wonder why you were being so fidgety but wouldn’t bother you with asking. His curiousity would get the best of him, his intention had been to get the number of a mutual friend from your contact list but instead he found himself looking to see what the last thing were doing was.

His eyebrow rose when he saw it was tumblr. He didn’t even know you had a tumblr. His eyebrows rose even more when the app opened up. His eyes scanned through the text on your screen - “you moan as Toms fingers thrust in and out of your wet pussy” he would read a line out to you, a smirk on his lips. You gasp and snatch your phone from his grasp, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

“Baby why are you reading this when you’ve got me right here?” He’d ask pushing you back on the couch and climbing on top of you. You roll your eyes as his cocky words, going to push him off of you but he holds you down. “Read me more baby girl” he’d whisper and you bit your lip. “Really Tom?” You’d respond looking up at him and he’d just nod.

“Your moans get louder and louder as his fingers fuck into you faster ” you read out loud and you find yourself gasping again when toms fingers do the exact things you just spoke about. He pushed your panties aside, delving in between your folds and putting a finger inside of you. “Just reading about me has you this wet?” He asks and all you can do is nod. “What else do I do Y/N, keep reading” he’d demand and you shakily pick up the phone to keep reading.

“Tom leans down to kiss your neck, his tongue swirling against the flushed skin before kissing your lips” The real Tom doesn’t disappoint, swooping down and attaching his mouth to the column of your throat, sucking dark marks into your flesh and you groan, hips bucking against his fingers. “Please don’t stop” you’d beg, dropping your phone to the ground and tangling your fingers in his hair. He’d reach his thumb up to rub your clit, his fingers still moving in and out even more rapidly. “Tom I’m gonna fucking cum!” You’d cry out, your orgasm washing over you.

You felt even more satisfied then usual, your chest heaving and Tom sat up to look down at you.

“So who was better, Tumblr Tom or real me?”

Part 2