Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

The shirtless shoot *SMUT* (Tom Holland)

Requested by Solvesborg: Y/N is a professional photographer and has been hired to do a shirtless photoshoot of Tom. It's just them in the studio and Tom is very excited about being shirtless around Y/N since he thinks that she's very hot. He's flirtatious throughout the entire shoot and ends up in just his boxers, leading to stuff happening between them.

I sat in my studio, my eyes on my camera as I flicked through the photos that I'd taken during my last shoot. I heard my door open, making me look up. My eyes wavered, my heart jumping in my chest as Tom Holland walked into my studio.

"Hey, I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N?" He asked as he walked in.

"You found her, nice to meet you." I smiled as I stood up and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too, love. I thought that it was you, I'd notice your beautiful face anywhere." He already started flirting, making me smirk and shake my head as he put his backpack down. I had been a professional photographer for five years now, and I loved my job. My work had gotten me hired by massive magazines like Vogue, working to shoot huge names like Zendaya, RDJ and more. Today, my dreams were coming true. Not only had I been hired by GQ to shoot the Tom Holland, but they'd hired me to do a shirtless shoot of him. Meaning that I was literally spending the day taking photos of my half-naked celebrity crush, and getting paid for it. Life was good.

"Okay, so I assume that you've been told what we're doing today?" I asked as the god of a man shrugged his jacket off to leave him in a t-shirt and jeans. They were simple enough clothes but somehow he just pulled them off like I'd never seen before.

"Yeah, we're doing a shirtless shoot. From my understanding, I have costumes and stuff to be photographed in." He nodded.

"And you're okay with that?" I checked. He looked at me.

"Am I okay to be photographed shirtless by an insanely attractive photographer? Yeah, I'm okay with that." He flirted, making me smirk and try not to let my cheeks glow bright red as I looked at him.

"In that case, here's your first costume." I nodded as I took the hanger off of the rail. Tom's eyebrows raised, his mouth falling open slightly as he took the hanger from me.

"Darling, that's not a costume, that's a strip of fabric and some leather trousers." He scoffed, making me laugh as he looked at the bow tie and cuffs that came with the trousers.

"It's the first outfit that they wanted you to do, and trust me, it's not the smallest." I shook my head.

"That's alright, I'm looking forward to getting naked in front of you." He flirted, making me smirk and shake my head as he headed into the other bit of my studio to get dressed into the outfit.

Tom lay on the white paper background in my studio, his hands rested on his stomach, his eyes looking up and one of his leather-trouser-covered legs bent with his foot pressed to the floor. I lay on my stomach a few feet away from him, my camera to my eyes as I photographed the look. But to say that I was distracted was a massive understatement. This was only the first outfit out of many, and I was already getting extremely turned on by how good Tom looked in such little clothing, his constant flirting not helping either. I snapped the photo and got back onto my knees, making Tom look at me.

"You got the shot, sweetheart? How sexy do I look?" He smirked.

"Very." I returned the teasing, making his smirk widen as he winked at me.

"You're about to hate me, though, because this is your next outfit." I scoffed as I grabbed the leather shorts, policeman's hat, sunglasses, and toy handcuffs.