Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Three months *part 1, SMUT* (Tom Holland)

Requested by yareli798: Y/N and Tom are having sex and just before they release, their three-month-old baby starts crying through the baby monitor.

The feeling of a familiar set of thin lips being placed against my neck pulled me gently from sleep, my body starting to wake up at the sensation of my husband kissing my skin. My lips curled into a smile at the feeling, his arm curling over my waist and landing on my lower stomach as he pulled my back into his naked chest and continued to kiss along my neck. I knew exactly what he wanted, but he wasn't going to get it before I'd teased him a little.

"You awake, darling?" Tom mumbled into my ear, his lips playfully biting at my earlobe as he continued to nip at my skin.

"I am now." I teased. I felt him smile before his arm around me was used to pull me onto my back, making me look up at my husband as he propped himself up on his elbow next to me.

"Morning, beautiful." He gave me a small smile, his still raspy voice telling me that he'd not been awake for long either.

"Hey." I whispered.

"You sleep okay?" He asked as he leant down and started to kiss my neck again.

"Yeah, I did. Just out of curiosity, do you happen to know what day it is?" I asked, his arm curling back over my stomach to pull me closer as he continued to bury his face into my neck.

"I don't think so, love. Is it a special day?" He hummed, making me playfully roll my eyes at him at the fact that he was teasing me right back.

"So, the fact that you woke me up by kissing my neck has nothing to do with the fact that it's been three months?" I asked accusingly. He paused and looked at me.

"Oh...well in that case." He smirked, making me laugh and squeal as he immediately rolled on top of me. I was Y/N Holland, the wife of Tom Holland, and I had been for the last five years. Three months ago, our lives had been forever changed for the better when I gave birth to our beautiful baby boy, Oscar. Which also marked it a full year since Tom and I had had sex. Tom had been too concerned about accidentally hurting Oscar for us to have sex at all whilst I was pregnant, and I had been told that I needed three months to heal after he was born, and so we had been abstinent from each other for the whole time. Whilst I had still pleasured Tom and had obviously had no issue with him pleasuring himself too, I knew that he'd been patiently waiting for the day that he could finally fuck me again. And today was that day, hence why he'd woken me up in such an intimate way.

"What if Oscar wakes up?" I teased as I looked at the baby monitor sat on my bedside table, though I knew that my husband wouldn't stop for anything as his kisses got more open-mouthed and nippy. Not that I minded.

"He won't, that baby could sleep through a nuclear apocalypse. But not going to lie to you, sweetheart, it's been so long since I've actually fucked you that I probably won't last as long as normal anyway." He admitted, making me laugh and shake my head as he started to kiss down to my collarbone.

"Let me take this off, darling, I want to see your beautiful body." He mumbled as his hands started to pull at the bottom of my pyjama top. I complied and sat up, his hands quickly pulling the garment over my head to leave my torso naked as I lay back down.

"You're so stunning, love, fuck." He mumbled as he leant down and started to kiss down the valley of my breasts. I gulped and followed him with my gaze, my pussy getting wetter by the second in anticipation of what we were going to do. After all, Tom hadn't been the only one to struggle without sex for an entire year.