Tom Holland and Reader (explicit version)

Part 4: The Bedroom

Then you remember that you are wearing your Spider-Man lingerie. Oh fuck! That's kind of awkward! You sheepishly cover up the picture of Spider-man on your left boob with an embarrassed smile.

He pulls your hand away from yourself, "Don't. That's so hot!" he says and pushes you back down, holding your hands in his, and grinding up against you. You start unbuckling his jeans and you feel him hitch in the kiss with surprise. He helps you take off his jeans and you throw them across the room. You break from the kiss to glance down at the prize you have just unwrapped. He looks down with you and you both burst out laughing.

Tom is also wearing Spider-Man underwear.

"I guess we both have the same taste in lucky underwear," he says. Damn, he's so endearing.

You both resume, and he places his hands at the waist of your pants, "yeah?" he asks softly in between kisses, you look up at him and nod. You help him take off you pants and he tosses them on the bedroom floor. Your lace Spider-man panties exposed. He reaches around you, along your bra band and you arch your back allowing space for him to unhook your bra. After the 5 or 6 failed attempts you feel him smile through the kiss as he finally gets it and throws it to the ground. He pulls away to admire you and his facial expression is between utter disbelief and pure joy.

"You're so beautiful, Y/n!" he says. He kisses you once hard on the mouth and then leaves a trail of kisses down to your breasts. He fondles them, kisses them, flicks his tongue back and forth over your nipples and sucks on them occasionally. All the while, his hand slides down your waist and between your legs. You yip in excited anticipation. He slowly massages your growing wet spot on your panties with his strong fingers. You buck a little at the sensation and you crave for him to slip a finger in, but he makes you wait for it. His thumb slowly circles the Spider-man face that's right over top of your clit, with increasing pressure. You're enjoying it so much, you almost lose yourself. But you pull yourself together in time and gentle push him away from you and nod towards his protruding junk and flip him over and rip off his boxers.

Fuck, he's got meat wear it counts, and you can't wait to ride it. But first you'd like to appreciate and explore it with your tongue.

You lick up and down his shaft and make sure you slobber and drool on it enough to get it lubed up. You pump slow and gently with your hand as you start to kiss and suck his balls. He lets out a groan of pleasure. You glance up at him with a seductive smile on your face and you know you have him in the palm of your hand... literally. You swirl your tongue in circles over the head of his dick and gently kiss top and lightly pad your tongue against the hole. You make eye contact with him, his breathing is deep and heavy, "you're killing me," he says with an exhausted smile.

You go for it. Bobbing your head up and down on his cock, your hand gently twisting in unison at the base and your tongue swirling as you go and sucking deep into your throat intermittently. He ever so slightly thrusts upward, but tries hard to leave it to you to decide how deep you go.

"Oh, fuck!" he cries out. He jolts up almost losing himself. You pull away, look him deep in the eye and wipe the saliva off your lips.

He grabs you into a kiss and flips you onto your back and takes off your panties. He starts to go down on you. He showers you with kisses on your labia and you beg him to finger you and he obliges this time, hooking around to get your "g spot". He sucks and flicks his tongue on your clit. You can't help but run a hand through his coiffed hair, releasing the curls from their designated position.

"Tom, I can't take it," you pant, "please give me your fat cock!"

This gets his attention and he jolts upright to insert himself.

"Wait!" you say breathlessly, "Have you been tested recently?"

"Tested?" Tom asks quizzically.

"For STDs," you reply.

"Oh... no... not recently," he says putting a hand behind his neck.

"Okay, well, I have a copper IUD in, but we should use a condom until we both get re-tested to reduce our chances of spreading an STD," you reply.

"Sounds like a plan," he says reaching into his bedside drawer getting out a condom and rolling it on. (SAFE, CONSENSUAL SEX, KIDS- EVERY TIME!)

Tom slowly enters you and bites his lip with anticipation as he waits for you to adjust to his size. He fills you right up and you've never felt so elated. He starts thrusting into you and you scratch your nails across his back no doubt leaving marks. He gets you close and then you stop him and flip him over. You ride him cowgirl style. Your hands grazing down those god-like chiseled abs. You grind on it to your heart's content and he looks up at you with those dark eyes like you are the only thing in the whole world. He starts to thrust up into you more vigorously, no doubt close to climaxing. He flips you back over kissing your neck and rubbing your clit with one hand. Ever the gentleman, he wants you to finish first.

You start to moan, and get louder and louder. Tom's breathing becomes ragged as he increases speed. You wonder if anyone at the party can hear you or suspects whats going on. You don't care. Even if every single one of them was in Tom's bedroom right now it would still feel like just you and him.

The pressure builds and builds until finally, you tumble over the edge, clutching Tom's back digging your nails in, "Ohhhh, Toooommmm," you moan. And that sends Tom over the edge as he cums right after you. He remains inside you for a second. For the first time you can hear the faint noise of party outside, but just barely over the sound of you and Tom's heavy panting. He slowly pulls out peeling off the condom and getting up to throw it away. You get up to pee in the bathroom that's attached to his master bedroom and wipe yourself off real good. When you get back out Tom has just finished wiping himself off on towel. He flops on the bed, exhausted and you flop down next to him.

"That was fucking amazing," you exhale.

"That's the best sex, I've ever had- by far," he replies.

"Should we go back out there?"

"Nah, Harrison can handle it," Tom says muffled by a pillow.

You both get under the covers, facing each other and Tom pulls you close to him. You can feel his warm chest heaving in and out as he breaths, his scent is forever associated with the intimacy of this moment, and heavy lidded, almost drifted off into sleep he says:

"Looks like I'll break things off with Ella then..."

THE END