Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

The secret job *SMUT* (Tom Holland)

Requested by _miedelas: Y/N is a supermodel and has been dating Tom for two years. They never have to stay away from each other since their work never clashes and so Y/N always goes to Tom's sets and Tom always goes to Y/N's photo-shoots and runways. When Y/N gets a show that clashes with Tom's work, she goes without telling him since he knows that he'll either not want her to go or he'll drop everything to go with her. She tells him how sorry she is on the plane and then when she gets back, two weeks later, they have makeup sex.

I lay on the set, my bicep pressed to the paper and my head propped up by my hand as my other arm lay in front of my lingerie-clad body and my right leg was neatly folded in front of the left. I pouted at the camera, my hair stumbling perfectly over my shoulder as the photographer snapped the photos and my boyfriend of two years, Tom, watched from behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. My eyes flicked up to him, making him smirk and wink at me in response. I tried my hardest not to let my pout turn into a smirk, my mind knowing that that would ruin the photos if I did. I was lucky enough to be a supermodel, and was even more lucky to have been the girlfriend of world-famous actor, Tom Holland, for the last two years. As far as celebrity relationships went, ours was pretty fucking perfect. We were lucky enough that because we worked in different sectors, our schedules rarely clashed, and so for the entire time that we'd been dating, we'd barely been separated by our work. When I had photo-shoots and runway shows to do, Tom would come and support me, and when Tom had to go to another country to film a new movie, I'd go with him to support him. It was a perfect arrangement, and we loved getting to spend so much time together.

"Okay, and...done! Brilliant session, Y/N, as always." The photographer smiled as I stood up from the paper.

"Thanks, John." I returned, giving the man a fist bump before heading over to Tom. He held up my silk dressing gown, making me playfully roll my eyes at the fact that my boyfriend was trying to get me covered up as soon as possible since we were in the presence of another guy.

"I'd have thought that you'd want to hug and kiss me whilst I'm still only in underwear." I teased, making him chuckle and bite his lip as I took the robe from him and pulled it onto my body before tying the chord up.

"Why would I want to do that here, in public, when I can do that whenever I want at home?" He flirted back. I playfully rolled my eyes, making him smirk as he leant down and kissed me. I returned it, my hands holding his face as his hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer.

"Seriously, though, darling, amazing shoot. You looked gorgeous." He nodded as he broke the kiss and looked at me.

"Thank you, Tommy." I smiled, making him return it as he pecked my lips again.

"Y/N, can I have a word?" Kiera, my agent, asked as she walked towards us.

"Course, yeah. Back in a moment, Tommy." I nodded as I left his arms.

"Yeah, no bother, love." He returned, making me blow him a kiss and him goofily pretending to catch it. I chuckled and shook my head as I followed Kiera around the corner into the other part of the studio.

"What's up?" I asked as she turned to face me.

"I've been asked to book you for the Victoria's Secret runway show that's coming up in Milan." She nodded. My eyes widened.

"Oh, my god. That's huge, oh my god!" I squealed.

"It is, you really should be proud of yourself, there's only one problem. It's next week, and they're wanting to book you for two weeks." She admitted. My smile dipped, my eyes wavering and a sigh leaving my lips as my heart plummeted to my feet.