Tom Holland/Peter Parker

Camping T.H

Summary: Tom invited you to come along with him and his friends from the cast of Spider-Man: Homecoming to go Camping.

Warning: Smut, Smut, and more Smut...
Enjoy~

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Tom crept along the outside of the tent, using the dimmed light of his phone screen to see the ground in front of him to avoid stepping on sticks, or anything else that would create enough noise to draw attention to him.

He had brought his girl camping with him and his friends from "Spiderman: Homecoming" under one condition – no, demand – that they were forbidden to share a tent. He and his girl had a bad habit of getting it on any chance they could, no matter how thin the walls were.

Or if they were made of nylon canvas.

"Who knows what kind of animals they'll draw in with all that moaning?" Jacob had joked earlier that day, earning a bruise in the arm courtesy of a blushing Tom.

Hidden in a shroud of darkness, he pocketed his phone and gently tugged on the zipper enclosure to the tent where his girl slept. She had opted to set up her tent farthest from the campfire, claiming she would sleep better without the light or chatter to keep her awake, but gave Tom a wink and a look that said it was an invitation for him to sneak over when their friends had gone to sleep.

But he had lied awake in his tent for what felt like ages, listening to Jacob, Zendaya and Tony talking and cackling amongst each other while the tent he was pitching in his own pants was becoming even more unbearable.

Poking his head into the tent, his gaze fell on the body of his girlfriend. Her sleeping bag was rolled down enough to expose her upper body, her arms resting above her head. Her shirt was pulled up enough to expose her midriff and Tom bit his lip, palming his member through the fabric of his pajama pants.

Carefully closing the entrance to the tent, he moved over her, pressing his mouth to the soft skin of her stomach. Slowly moving up to her chest, his fingers crept under the fabric of her shirt and she began to stir. Rolling his thumbs over her nipples (he was pleasantly surprised to see she hadn't worn a bra to bed) he began pressing kisses up and down her neck, pulling her out of her slumber. She sighed dreamily in his ear as he began lightly sucking on her neck.

"Looks like someone decided to fall asleep on me," he chuckled.

"You took too long," she grinned, leaning up to plant a kiss on his neck.

Resting on his side, he trailed a hand up and down her body, slipping his hand down the front of her panties and pressing his forefinger to her clit. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, and gripped his forearm as he began rubbing slow circles over the sensitive bud of nerves. She was already wet for him, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Sliding a finger inside her, he resumed sucking on her neck as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her. Throwing her leg over his hip to give him better access to her, she felt his hardness poking against her core through his pants and groaned a tad louder in her pleasure. She felt Tom's lips move from her neck to the shell of her ear.

"If you can't be quiet then I'll have to stop, darling." He murmured.

"Sorry," she bit her lip.

Hooking his thumb into the waistline of her panties, he yanked the delicate fabric down her thighs and she kicked them off. Sliding a free hand down the front of his trousers, she rubbed up and down his length and he let out a low groan at the contact.

"If you can't be quiet then I'll have to stop, darling." She mimicked in her fake British accent. He rolled his eyes and yanked her leg back over his hip, slipping two fingers inside her and pumping faster. Her head fell back as she began lazily moving her hand up and down his cock, working him up but not enough bring him close to an orgasm.

Impatient and paranoid at the thought of being caught before getting any sort of relief, he pulled out of her and pulled his pants down enough to free his aching member. Pulling her hips closer, he began teasing her entrance with the head of his cock, eliciting a small whimper from her. Slowly pushing himself inside, he sighed softly and felt himself relaxing as he began slowly rocking his hips towards hers. Wrapping his arm around her, he fucked her at an unbearably slow pace, trying to maintain their cover under the sound of the crickets outside the tent.

Gripping her thigh, he buried his face in her neck as he began thrusting harder, trying to muffle his labored breathing. Biting her lip, she fought the moan in her throat, tasting blood inside her mouth. Adjusting her hips, he thrusted deeper inside her and she let out a loud gasp as he found her sweet spot. His hand shot up to cover her mouth, whispering a small "shhh" as he continued hitting the same spot repeatedly.

Tightening her grip on his arms, she began to squirm against him as she felt warmth pooling in her core.

"T-Tom," she rasped. "I'm not gonna last much longer."

"I can tell," he groaned into her neck, "You're awful at keeping your moaning to a minimum."

Turning her head and narrowing her eyes at him through the dark, she clenched herself around his cock, pulling an even louder groan out of him.

"And you aren't just as bad?" she snickered.

"Shhh love," he pleaded. "Someone's going to hear us."

"Do you think they can hear us through the tent?" she panted, feeling herself lose control as her orgasm began building. A voice rang out over their poor attempts at muffling their breathing and the gentle noises of her sleeping bag material shifting underneath them.

"Yes we can."

Tom's hips immediately froze against her and she swore she could feel the heat rushing to his face, and she covered hers with her hands in embarrassment.

"Annnnnd that's why I'm sharing a tent with Laura," came Zendaya's voice from beyond the flimsy fabric of the tent. Her comment was followed by more cackling from Jacob and Tony.

"Dammit," Tom mumbled into the crook of her neck. She tossed her head back in laughter, surrendering to the teasing and humiliation they'd soon endure from their friends in the morning. Pulling her leg from Tom, she began pulling herself off him when his arm tightened around her, keeping her body flush against his.

"Tom what are you doing?" she whispered, feeling him re-entering her.

"We've already been caught love," he murmured. "Might as well go ahead and finish."

"Please, you're just saying that because you can't bear to walk back to your tent and finish yourself off," she smirked, snaking an arm up around his neck.

He returned to fucking her, pushing himself deeper inside her and sliding his hand down to rub her clit. Her walls clamped down on him and pushed him over the edge and he sunk his teeth into her neck to stifle the sound of him coming. Covering her mouth, she bit down on one of her fingers and exhaled sharply through her nose, doing a slightly better job than he was at concealing her moans.

He spent the rest of the night in his girl's tent, spooning her and playing with her hair until she fell asleep. In the morning, they'd come to breakfast around the campfire and be greeted with giggles and raised eyebrows from their friends, and Jacob would get another punch in the arm from Tom when he jokingly asked if any strange animals visited them during the night.

"Worth it," he whispered in her ear, nuzzling into her before falling asleep.

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