Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Six hours *SMUT* (Tom Holland)

Requested by overwrld: Tom and Y/N have sex for over six hours and afterwards, Y/N is so sore that Tom has to carry her around the house everywhere.

"Fuck, Tommy, faster!" I cried out, my back arching into my boyfriend's chest and my head digging into the pillow as his hips violently snapped against mine.

"I'm so close, love, I'm so fucking close." he grunted, his lips biting and nipping at my neck as one arm held his weight above me and the other gripped the headboard.

"So am I, don't stop, shit." I choked as the knot continued to build in my stomach. Tom's hips continued to jut against mine, my legs around his waist and the sheets covering our naked bodies as he fucked me into next week. Just like he'd been doing for the last six hours, at least. Tom had just come home after having finished filming for 'Spider-Man: No Way Home' and as always, both of us were in serious need of sexual TLC after having been away from each other for a year and a half with only a couple of months together in between. From the moment that I had seen his eyes darkened with lust as they fell on me, I had known that I was in for a long night. And, well, I hadn't been wrong. As soon as I'd shut our front door, Tom had had me pinned against the wall, his fingers hurriedly undoing my jeans and pulling my panties down before his fingers had found my clit. My first orgasm of the night had come only a couple of minutes after he'd started fingering me, the power and speed of the sexual activity turning me to jelly underneath my boyfriend's touch within seconds. He had continued to treat me in the bedroom, his head of beautiful curls having been in between my thighs for almost an hour as he'd given me several more orgasms with eating out alone. I always knew that Tom missed my taste when he was gone, but never had he been quite so eager to experience it again as he had been tonight. Not that I was complaining. We'd flicked between eating out, fingering, handjobs and blowjobs for the last few hours, the final show of sex now drawing to a close as we reached our highs, but we had still managed to fuck for another hour. It was by far the longest stretch of time that we'd ever gone without a break, and I could tell already from my virtually numb pussy that I wouldn't be able to walk for a few days. That's how you knew that it was good, though. 

"Tommy, fuck, fuck." I moaned, my mouth hanging open and my eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm hit me. My legs shook around his waist, his hand moving from the headboard to curl underneath me and push me further into his chest as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

"Darling, oh my god." Tom choked, his nails gently scratching the skin of my back as his thrusts sped up before stopping. We both panted heavily, our skin stuck together with sweat as we both came down from the amazing highs, and the six long hours of sexual activity. I breathed out, my eyes fighting to stay open as Tom placed a few more gentle kisses on my neck before pulling out of me.

"Wow." He breathed, making me smirk tiredly as he binned the condom before lying down, prompting me to cuddle into his chest as he curled his arm around my waist.

"That was incredible. Very long, but absolutely incredible." I shook my head.

"I know, right? How did we even last that long?" He chuckled, making me laugh as he kissed my head.

"No idea. I guess that our bodies are just so deprived that they decided to let us have the full things before finishing." I teased.

"That must be it." He nodded, making me smirk and peck his lips before resting my head back against his chest.

My eyes fluttered open, my lips parting into a yawn as my body was pulled out of sleep. I looked to my side and pouted to myself as Tom's side of the bed was empty, telling me that he was already up. I couldn't help but smile to myself, though, my heart full at the memories of what we did last night. I knew that our activities had been far from innocent, but I was always at my happiest when Tom came back home, and so I was letting it sink in that, yes, he was home for good again. And I was going to enjoy it.