Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Singing *part 3, SMUT* (Tom Holland)

 I walked nonchalantly around the apartment, my body only clad in my bra and panties as I walked into the kitchen. Tom was sitting in the living room, my boyfriend on his phone and therefore distracted from me in virtually no clothing as I walked into the conjoining room. He'd notice me in a second, though. I'd make sure of it.

"Tommy, where's the cereal?" I asked as I started to open the cupboards.

"I think that we're all out-." He looked up and at me, his eyes widening as he saw my state.

"Darling...why are you wearing virtually no clothes?" He asked slowly. I shrugged and looked at him innocently as I sauntered over to him on the sofa.

"I don't have any clean stuff." I lied.

"We did a wash yesterday-."

"Oh, shush." I chuckled, making his eyes widen further as I sat down on his lap.

"For fucks' sake-really, sweetheart?" He sighed, though his arm still lowered to wrap around my waist as his other hand held my thigh.

"What? Is it so wrong that I want to spend time with my boyfriend?" I asked innocently, making him scoff and stick his tongue in his cheek as he looked at me. It had been a week since I had posted the video of Tom singing, making it a week since he had made my punishment for that no sex for five weeks. Though I highly doubted that he would last, due to the fact that to say that I had been testing him was a gross understatement. I had been doing everything that I knew turned Tom on, everything from 'accidentally' rubbing my ass into his crotch when we spooned, to 'unintentionally' spilling something on my shirt and so having to take it off, even to pulling tricks like this one, where I'd put on Tom's favourite lingerie on me before just walking around like that. I knew that it was working given that Tom's hands would wander a bit more on me each time, but he was still holding relatively strong. I hadn't thought that he'd last two days with me doing this, let alone a week. Though he definitely wasn't going to last five weeks.

"I know what you're doing, love, and it's not going to work." He mumbled and shook his head, though his lips ghosting over the skin of my neck told me that he was very much resisting the urge to just pounce on me.

"You sure about that? Because little Tommy says otherwise." I smiled at him as I could feel his crotch start to tighten underneath my lap. He scoffed again and shook his head, making me squeal as he moved his arms to pick me up before lifting me off of his lap so that my feet touched the wooden floor.

"Yes, I'm sure about that, sweetheart. Go get your cereal." He nodded. I smirked and shook my head as I headed back into the kitchen, my mind actually impressed with how well he was lasting. That being said, I gave him until the end of the day before he broke. He was on borrowed time before he snapped, and both of us knew it.

I got out of the shower, my towel wrapped around my body and my wet hair dripping onto my shoulders as I headed out of the en-suite. Tom looked up from me in his place in our bed, my boyfriend naked from his torso up as he sat with his back against the headboard.

"Nice shower, darling?" He checked as I headed to the Chest of Drawers to grab some underwear.

"Would have been nicer if you'd have joined me." I teased.

"I couldn't do that, love, because that would mean fucking you. And you've still got four weeks of no sex." He returned. I playfully rolled my eyes to myself and not to smirk as I shook my head. Time to bring the big guns out, I thought as I undid the towel and made it drop to the floor, leaving me completely naked with my ass facing Tom.