Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 2.0

The contract *part 3, SMUT* (Mob boss!AU, Tom Holland)

"I have your papers, Tommy." I spoke as I walked into my husband's office.

"Thank you, darling. Anywhere on the table is fine." he nodded, his eyes glued to his work. I returned it and nodded before leaning down and kissing his head. He looked up at me as I pulled away.

"What was that for?" he chuckled.

"I wanted to be nice." I shrugged, making him smile and bite his lip. Tom and I had been married for three months now, and things had vastly improved since day one. After that night in the kitchen, the "separate parts of the house" rule had slowly but surely disappeared so that both of us now moved freely throughout the whole building. The only thing, though, was that we were still solidly in the friend-zone. We'd had a few nights of watching movies together and they always resulted in cuddling, but nothing more. I couldn't tell if Tom was trying to be respectful, or if he just didn't want to fuck me. Though I strongly believed that it was the former.

"Hey, you want to watch a movie tonight? It's been a long week, I could really use a relaxing night with you and a good movie." Tom chuckled as he looked at me.

"Sure, sounds perfect. I'll get Daphne to go and pick up some snacks." I nodded.

"Awesome." he smiled, making me return it and bite my lip as I left the study.

"Who's ready for a movie!" Tom yelled, making me laugh as he jumped over the back of the sofa and landed next to me.

"Daphne is going to kill you, she spent half an hour this afternoon fluffing those pillows." I chuckled.

"It's fine, I pay her enough to do it anyway." he shrugged, making me smirk and shake my head as he curled his arm around my waist. He pulled me into his side as I rested my head and my hand on his chest. I sighed in bliss as he clicked the movie on and we started watching it.

"I'm serious! How fucking stupid is he, standing out there with signs! She's fucking married!" Tom exclaimed as he gestured his hand to the TV. I rolled around on the sofa next to him in fits of laughter at his complaining.

"Tommy, it's a romantic comedy! He's doing something romantic!" I laughed.

"It would be romantic IF she was married to him! It'd be fine if, for example, I did that to you, because we're married!" he returned and shook his head. My smile dipped slightly as he said that.

"Would you ever do something like that for me?" I asked. He looked at me, his smile also getting smaller as he gulped.

"Sure, I don't see why not. If we ever get to that stage where, you know...we're more than friends." he nodded.

"Do you think that we'll reach that point?" I asked quietly. He gulped again, my heart pounding in my chest as he looked at my lips and started to lean in.

"To be honest, darling...I think that we're already there." he mumbled. I nodded and bit my lip, making him smile slightly as he cupped my cheek. His eyes flicked from my eyes to my lips again before leaning in and gently kissing me. I returned it, my hands rising to curl around his neck and pull him closer as his hands moved to my waist. He pulled me closer, making me smirk into the kiss as he gently slipped his tongue into my mouth. We started to make out, my fingers gently pulling on Tom's curls as his hands gripped my hips.

"Your lips taste amazing, darling." he mumbled as he pushed me back so that I was lying down on the sofa and he was hovering over me.

"So do yours, Tommy." I whispered. He smirked and moved his lips down to my neck, his hand gently tilting my head and giving himself more access as he started to leave open-mouthed kisses on my skin. My eyes fluttered shut, a breath leaving my lips as he started to gently nip and kiss at my neck.