tom holland + peter parker

anything for the twins T.H.

request: can u do one where the reader is on her period and her breasts start to hurt a lot and tom is there to massage her and kiss her boobs ? maybe he sucks them a little too idk i'll leave that to u 🥰🙈

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"Sometimes," You huff, making your way to the bed where Tom is splayed out, head emerged in a script. "I wish we had a personal grocery shopper so I can snack and simultaneously shop for more food."

Tom's eyebrows raise as he chuckles, looking up from his script. "Cravings?"

"Yes." You groan, plopping onto the bed with your arms splayed out and head nuzzled into the pillow. You hit Tom on the way down, forcing him to take a break from his readings. "Ugh. And these- these balls of fat hurt like a bitch."

"Balls of fat...?"

You turn your head to peer up at him. "Yes. These balls of fat on my chest."

"Ah," He nods in understanding, bookmarking his page before closing the booklet. He scoots down a bit so he can view you in the same way, staring across you from his own pillow. "The twins are sore?"

"Sore and big."

"'M sorry, love."

"Not your fault Eve ate that apple."

Tom rolls his eyes, "You know what I mean."

"Periods pass, Tom. I'll survive."

"Yeah, but," He moves your hair gently, lovingly, and he slides forward. "A little extra love and comfort never hurt anybody."

"And what're you suggesting?"

He scoffs playfully before moving impossibly closer to you. "You want a massage?"

"For the twins?"

He nods with expecting eyes, as if the offer is obvious. You roll your eyes, yet still intrigued at the proposition.

"Alright..."

"Is that consent or acceptance into peer pressure?"

"Thomas."

"You don't sound very assured about the idea."

"I, Y/N L/N, hereby give you complete access, with consent, to touch my magnificent boobs, for the sake of a massage, and whatever will proceed."

He laughs at your words, and eventually you join him. The laughter doesn't settle down as the two of you roll around the bed to maneuver yourselves into a comfortable position. You're slightly laying down, a bit propped up against the headboard while he situated himself between your legs.

With a small smile but urgent hands, he nudges the hem of your shirt upwards, wanting it off. You giggle, lifting it up and over your head until it's fully off. He gives your left boob a small kiss before he starts.

From the first contact, you shiver, but Tom's hands are warm and lean and lanky, gentle and tender and caring. Your breath hitches at first, breasts unbelievably sore, but eventually you give way, tension wearing down until all that's left is sensuality.

He's careful with his first movements, fingers moving in passionate circles. Your head tilts back in satisfaction, and you can feel his smirk against your skin. You roll your eyes, and he grins again, but this time you reply by shoving your fingers in his hair, finding any distraction you can manage.

"'S pretty."

"Are they?"

He gives you a side eye, and you chuckle again.

"Care for a few kisses?"

You smile sheepishly "Kiss away, if you will."

"Damn right, I will."

His lips find the side of your chest before moving to the tops and eventually to your bud. They're sensitive, so you suck in a breath. Apologies tumble from his mouth, whispered against your skin in a rush.

"Still feels good."

Eventually, you get lost in the feeling of his lips, and after a few moments, his deep kisses turn into soft sucks, skin changing feelings from the sensation. His tongue darts out every once in a while, reminding you that behind that alluring demeanor is your loving and caring Tom.

His sucking halts momentarily, giving you a breathing period as his fingers continue their movements, soft and gentle.

"Feels good."

"Yeah? Feel better?"

"Much," You clasp your hands together, and Tom smiles, moving them so both your hands hold his chin. "Thank you."

"Anything for my pretty girl."

"Anything...?" You smile sheepishly.

"What're you suggesting?"

"Massages before bedtime?"

He breaks out into a hearty chuckle, nodding. "Of course." You hum in content, and he rests against you, kissing the skin of your breast that he can reach. "Anything for you."