Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 2.0

Ace (Tom Holland)

Requested by Meg_Weasley: Y/N and Tom are hanging out and things get a little heated. This leads her to tell him that she's asexual but didn't want to tell him out of fear that he'd leave her. Tom comforts her and reassures her that he's not leaving, and he's completely okay with her being ace.

*Please note: As the request suggests, Y/N is asexual in this, so a couple things. I won't tolerate any offensive comments about asexuality. If you're thinking of making one, kindly don't, and then leave my page because I don't tolerate any form of bigotry here. Also, I've used the most common form of asexuality in this one-shot. I'm very aware that asexuality is a spectrum and some ace people are open to more things than other ace people are and so on, but for the sake of this, I have used the commonly known one. Apologies if I cause anyone offence with that fact, that's not at all my intention. Thank you and enjoy :)*

I knocked on Tom's front door, my feet tapping themselves against the steps as I waited for him to open it. As if on cue, it opened, my boyfriend of four months smiling at me as he came into view.

"Hey, love." he smiled as he leant down and pecked my lips.

"You okay?" I chuckled, my eyes on him as I moved into his house and he shut the door behind me.

"I'm amazing now that you're here." he smirked as he curled his arms around my waist and leant down to kiss me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut as I rested my hands against his chest. Tom and I had met through his brother, Harry, six months ago, and had started dating four months ago. My feelings had further developed in that time, to the point where I was gradually falling in love with the boy. But I had something that I had yet to tell him, and that I was too scared to so far. And that was that I was asexual. I couldn't pinpoint the moment that I figured it out, all I knew was that whilst my friends were getting into relationships and having sex with their partners, I had absolutely no interest in being with any of my past exes in that way. I was in relationships for the emotional connections that I had with the person, not for their body and what they wanted to do with mine. Tom and I had kissed in our relationship, but only because I knew that he liked it. I loved him, especially emotionally, but I just wasn't attracted to him sexually. And so, I was terrified of telling him for the first time that I'd never be interested in doing that kind of stuff with him, but I knew that I had to tell him eventually. Whilst he would never dream of forcing me into anything, I could tell that he was getting gradually more impatient. Our gentle kisses would turn into make-outs, his lips moving to my neck and then a quiet, almost defeated sigh leaving his lips when I stopped us in our tracks. I snapped back and broke the kiss, making Tom look at me.

"Movie time." I smiled, making him laugh and nod as he kissed my head.

Tom and I sat on his sofa, my legs over his lap and his hands resting on my thighs as we watched the movie. But I could tell by the way that his hands were gently rubbing my skin whilst moving further up my legs that my boyfriend was about to initiate something.

"Can I help you, Tommy?" I teased as I looked at him.

"Yeah. You can." he nodded before leaning in and kissing me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand raising to hold his face as his hands moved to my waist. He smirked into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I squealed and laughed as he picked me up and gently laid me down on the sofa before crawling in between my legs. He leant down and joined our lips again, this kiss just as heated as the first one as we made out. I could tell that if I didn't stop this, Tom would want to take this the whole way. And so now was the time to tell him.

"Tommy." I gulped as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck instead.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he hummed into my skin. I sighed and bit my lip, my heart starting to thump more harshly at the idea of telling him.

"Stop, stop." I mumbled, making him look at me as I gently pushed on his chest and pushed his body away from me.

"Again? Really?" he sighed as he sat up next to me and rubbed a hand over his face in exacerbation.

"It's not what you think, I promise." I shook my head.

"I fucking hope not, because what I think is that you don't find me sexually attractive at all, and you just don't want to have sex with me." he nodded. I gulped and bit my lip.

"Okay, it is what you think, but not the reason that you think." I replied. His eyebrows furrowed, confusion obviously filling his head as he sat up properly.

"What do you mean, love?" he scoffed. I gulped harshly, my heart almost beating out of my chest as I looked at him.

"I don't want to have sex with you, Tom. But that's not because I don't find you attractive, I think that you're stunning, babe. The reason is because...well...I'm asexual." I admitted. His eyes widened at my words.

"Oh...right..." he spoke slowly. I nodded and bit my lip.

"Yeah. That's why we haven't had sex yet. I don't care about people sexually, I don't get sexually attracted to anyone. I care about personalities, about the emotional connection that I have with someone rather than wanting to fuck them. We have an emotional connection, I love you, Tommy. I love you and that's why I'm with you. You're not the reason that I don't want to have sex with you. I'm just not at all drawn to having a sexual relationship with anyone." I explained with a shake of my head. Tom looked at me, his narrowed eyes telling me that he was trying to process everything that I'd just told him. I gulped harshly, tears pricking my eyes as I desperately awaited his response to my admittedly big confession.

"Tommy, please say something." I choked, tears starting to leave my eyes. His eyes widened.

"Woah, woah, hey, it's okay." he chuckled gently as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. I held onto his neck, my tears wetting his skin as he cradled me in his arms.

"Why are you crying, darling?" he asked softly into my hair. I sniffed and looked up at him.

"I'm terrified that you're going to leave me because I'm not interested in sex. That's why I waited so long to tell you, and, I don't know, you taking so long to respond makes me think that that's where this is going." I admitted. He sighed and gave me a small smile.

"Well, don't worry. Because me leaving you isn't where this is going." he confessed. My eyes widened.

"What? You're not leaving me?" I choked.

"Of course not, sweetheart. Look, if I'm being completely honest, I love you too by this point. So, whilst it's a shock to know that you're not interested in anything sexual, that's okay, and there are ways around that. Masturbation is a thing." he teased, making me laugh and shake my head as I lightly slapped his chest.

"Okay, no, in all seriousness, of course it's okay. I have no problem with the fact that you're asexual, and I have no problem with the fact that you won't want a sexual relationship. Whatever you want and are comfortable with is absolutely fine by me." he reassured. I breathed a sigh of relief, my eyes fluttering shut at his words. It was such a relief to know that I wouldn't be losing such an amazing guy to the fact that I didn't want a sexual relationship.

"Thank you so much, Tommy. It means a lot, you have no idea how much lighter my shoulders feel." I chuckled, making him smile.

"I can imagine, but it's okay. Am I still alright to kiss you?" he checked.

"You like kisses, so I'm fine with that." I reassured. He nodded and gave me a small smile before leaning down and gently kissing me. I returned it, my hand holding his cheek before I pulled away.

"I love you, Tommy. I appreciate you being so understanding." I nodded.

"I love you too, darling. I appreciate you telling me." he returned. I smiled and bit my lip, making him chuckle as he pulled me further into his arms.