I have to write mor Peter Parker ahhh. Not to be cocky or anything but sometimes I feel like I update too much.
UNEDITED
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When you arrived at home, you went straight to your shared bedroom with Tom. You were beyond tired. Your body bounced off the bed when you landed on it, you rested your arm on top of your eyes and sighed. You took your jacket off and took a nap.
When you woke up, Tom was next to you, with his arms wrapped around your body holding you tight as if he was going to lose you.
You slowly peeled his arms off you and stood up checking the time. It was 7 in the evening, you went down stairs to make dinner for both of you. While you were cooking Tom woke up and hid behind the wall, watching you creepily.
You could feel somebody staring at you so you looked behind you, seeing half of his face. You giggled, letting go of the knife.
"Babe, what are you doing?" You asked.
"Oh uh nothing." He laughed nervously.
You guys sat there in silence for the first few minutes of dinner before you spoke.
"Tom are you okay?"
"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" He asked back, poking his food.
"I don't know, you're just very quiet." You said, putting your plate away. Tom just shrugged and continued to eat his food as you stared at him, confused and worried. Your eyebrow narrowed when you looked at him, he would occasionally look up at you and then look back down, ignoring your appearance.
"Are you cheating on me?" He asked suddenly, surprising you.
"What? No. I would never cheat on you. Why did you ask?" You answer.
"It's just, you barely spend time with me anymore. You've been distant and you're barely home. I don't know when you're going to be home or where you are anymore." Tom let out.
"I'm just busy," you said simply, not wanting him to know your real reason.
"Busy? Is that all you got?" Tom said.
"Yes, sometimes I have better things to do." You regretted saying that right away.
"So spending time with your boyfriend is not as good as hanging out with other boys, right?" Tom stood, up and walked toward you. He rested one of his hand on your chair and the other on the table as he bends his neck down, staring down at you waiting for your answer.
"That's not what I meant," you said.
"That's exactly what you meant. You're cheating on me!" Tom yelled.
"I am not, you just have to trust me!" You yelled back.
"How can I trust you when you don't tell me what you're doing everyday or why you've been going out everyday?" Tom leaned closer to you.
"Tom I've been with you for more than two years, do you even trust me at all?" You asked.
"I used too but now I don't even know if I should trust you."
"Well then you don't know your girlfriend at all." With that you stood up, pushing him causing him to stumbled back and went upstairs. You went to the wardrobe, grabbing a pillow and a blanket before you threw them on the floor outside your shared room.
The next morning, you got ready before you headed out. You went to your car before you drove to the location you will be meeting the customers. You grabbed your phone out of your bag before you called the customers telling them that you're at the location.
When you met them, they went into your car and you drive them to he houses they would be looking at. Your job was to recommend people to buy houses.(I don't know what it's called)
When you were touring the house that day, you didn't know that Tom was following you. He wanted to know if you were actually cheating on him. He was confused at first, so the next few days he followed you. He started to get what you were doing.
Tom shook his head, thinking how stupid he was to think that you were cheating on him. But he didn't understand why you were working so hard.
When you arrived at home, you went straight to your shared room again, finding Tom there sitting in the bed, looking at you when you walked in. You were about to leave when Tom stood up and grabbed your wrist.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"About?" You asked.
"About the fight, I'm sorry that I didn't trust you, I'm sorry I doubted you. But why didn't you tell me that you're working?" He asked.
"What are you talking about?" You pretended.
"Don't lie to me Y/n. I know that you have a job. Why didn't you tell me?" He asked you, holding both of your hands against his chest as he looked at you with his soft brown eyes.
"Because it's embarrassing." You gave in.
"How? To be honest it's kind of hot knowing that you're working your ass off everyday," Tom said, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close.
"You're an actor, I'm a normal girl. It's embarrassing letting you know that my job is not as good as yours. This is one of the best job I've done and I'm not going to lose it." You looked down, starting o feel bad about yourself.
"Love, every job is different. They have their own perks. I saw what you were doing, you're basically giving people their perfect home," He encouraged you,resting his head on yours.
"I also don't want your fans to think that I'm living off your money or basically money I didn't work for. You're a talented actor and I'm just a normal girl, I don't need people to think that I'm a hoe who's using you for your money." You said, hugging him.
"Babe, they all know that you're not that kind of girl," Tom kissed your forehead as you smiled against his chest.
"Next time, you have to tell me everything. I hate it when we fight." Tom leaned down, kissing your lips before he turned you around so that you're not facing the bed. He started walking forward causing you to walk backwards.
Tom laid you down on the bed slowly, not breaking the kiss. You pushed your hand on his chest while the other one rest on his neck, pulling him closer to you. Tom laid one of his hand on your waist, balancing on one of his sides as he kissed you passionately.
You began to unbutton his shirt as he did the same with yours. You guys took each other's shirts off quickly, before you guys returned to your kiss. His lips traveled to your jaw causing you to moan slightly. You started to play with his hair, knowing that he loved it when you do that. Your hand was gliding down his hard abs, chasing him to shiver from your touch.
"So do you still trust me?" You asked, ruining the intimate moment.
"Yes I do," he answered before you grabbed his face, placing his lips on yours once again.
