tom holland + peter parker

worst thirty minutes T.H.

request: Hiiiiii I feel like this could be vvv funny🤍

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMekEW58L/

a/n | cute cute<3

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"Tom," You whine. He's tickling you again, tackling you onto the couch until you lay back. "C'mon, are you ready?"

"Ugh, do I have to?"

"It'll be fun, baby," You cup his face and giggle as he scrunches it up. "And you love beer."

"Yeah, yeah," He sits up, running a hand through his thick curls while you run off to the kitchen to gather the drinks for the game.

"Choose your fighter," You announce while entering the room, causing Tom to chuckle at your antics. "Lemme grab my phone."

"You're putting this on tik tok?"

"Of course!" You squeal, smiling. "Okay, ready?"

"Mhm," He takes a sniff of his beer, something you catch on camera, and he proceeds to take a sip. You end the clip right there, turning your attention to the television, which plays one of the many rom-coms of the '90s.

Tom's halfway done with his beer, and he's sitting merely a foot away from you. His thigh is so close, you could just lean into him. And his jawline looks hella good as he sips his beverage. But alas, you control your urges and take another sip of your own drink.

Tom watches the way you laugh at the characters on the TV, and he marvels how pretty you look with your hair styled like that. He wants to kiss you so badly — he's wanted to since the moment he woke up, but now that the competition has begun and his "kissing rights" have been provoked, he only wants to kiss you more.

You record yourselves again as the second round of drinks begins. It's barely nine o'clock and yet Tom is already growing antsy, reaching out for your hand out of habit but then retracting immediately when he realizes he can't lose. He may be needy and affectionate, but he's even more competitive.

You know this, and you also know what a mess you are when you get alcohol in your system. You're going to fall apart the minute you finish your third drink, and then you're going to lose the game and then Tom's going to boast about his win for the rest of the night.

So, you're staying as awake as possible, remembering your boundaries and repeating encouragements in your head. Tom thinks you look adorable with that concentrated expression on your face.

Yeah, this might've been a bad idea for both of you.

"Are you done with your drink yet?" Tom asks while swishing the remaining beer around in his can. You hum out a "no," and Tom nods. "Getting weak yet, love?" He smirks. "I know you want my kisses."

You bite your lip, resisting the urge before shaking your head. "Nope, haven't broken yet. What about you, mister? Know you want my cuddles."
He hums in agreement, and the two of you share a laugh. Tom grows quiet and turns his attention back to the TV. You whip out your phone and secretly record more footage of Tom, captioning it "i'm about to win, lol, he's gonna break any second."

Tom bites his lip and, to distract himself from what he's not supposed to do, he chugs down the rest of his beer in one go. You bite back a smile and he swallows thickly. You turn your phone off, and Tom turns back to you with a pout on his lips and a wrinkled forehead.

"Is the game over yet? We've been through two beers, already."

You shake your head, playing dumb and ignoring the signs of a needy Tom. "No, we've got to drink at least one more."

His brows pull together even more and you almost laugh at the adorableness of your precious boyfriend.

"But I-... I miss your hugs," He mumbles, looking down in disappointment.

"Mhm?"

He looks at you and whines. "Love, you're not helping me."

"This is a competition after all, Tommy," you giggle as he tilts his head upwards, groaning. He turns back to the TV for all of five seconds before crawling over to you and placing his head on your chest. You laugh loudly, and Tom smiles against your skin, hiding away in the crook of your neck.

"Not fair," he mumbles into your skin.

"You lost," you say between laughs, reaching for your phone to record the last bit of the video. You angle the camera downwards, showing Tom resting atop you, arms around your waist while your left hand runs its fingers through his hair. Tom hums in content, and you let out another giggle as the video ends.

You post it without a second to waste and, with haste, you shut your phone off and welcome the feeling of Tom.

"Ugh," he says happily. "I missed your touch."

"You lasted like, barely thirty minutes."

"Yeah, worst thirty minutes of my life."