𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Comic Con

This isn't Part 2 for those waiting but I'm writing it, don't ask when it will be posted cuz my schedule is all over the place and I really just write whenever I can.

I'm writing this at 2 AM so apologies if the grammar is bad :)

Description: This is sorta like a spin off to phone calls and fingering, you are Tony Stark's daughter in the MCU, You and Tom are dating and are at comic con for a press tour with Seb, Anthony and Chris.

Y/C/N= Your characters name, whatever you want Tony's kid to be called.

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Chris was talking away, answering a question a fan had asked. I was getting a little bored since nobody had asked me anything but I stayed quiet, spoke when I felt was appropriate, listened to everything anyone was saying, and laughed along.

Tom was sitting at my side, his foot rested on his knee as he also listened to Chris. Anthony was laughing loudly at whatever He had said.

Boredom was hitting me bad, I loved going on press tours and everything but sitting in front of hundreds of people screaming your name and getting asked the same questions every time is like listening to a broken record.

I shifted in the couch to sit closer to Tom, he lifted his arm, placing it behind me on the couch, letting me hug into him, I could smell his cologne, it was intoxicating.

He smiled at me and I smiled back, a simple gestures of love, suddenly every person in the room started screaming and awing.

Chris stopped talking, all three boys and the interviewer looked to us. "What did you guys do?" Anthony asked into his mic, his tone suspicious.

"I have no idea" I answered, lifting the mic to my mouth.

"You guys are so cute!!" A fam screamed so loud it drowned out everyone else in the room.

I chuckled, looking to Tom who was also laughing. "What can I say, I'm a lucky man" Tom said, smirking. Everyone was cheering and yelling sentences we couldn't understand.

"Sorry Chris, We totally interrupted what you were saying" I apologise, looking over to the blonde who brushes me off and continues talking.

Without even releasing what I was doing I placed my hand on Tom's thigh, rubbing circles with my thumb. Tom lowered his mic, reaching up and lowering mine down as well, he leaned into my ear, whispering "Get your hand off my thigh, Darling."

"Why?" I whispered back.

"Would you like everyone in this room to see my boner?" He raised his brows at me, narrowing his eyes.

"No, not really" I said after pretending to think.

"Then keep your hands to yourself."

And my stubborn self had to antagonise him more "Make me" I whispered quietly in his ear, moving my hand up further towards his crotch. I could feel him stiffen, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself dragging me off the stage and fucking me senseless, I wouldn't put I past him to be honest.