So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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Tom held your head and gently pulled you back in for a kiss. You pushed his hat off and ran your fingers through his thick curls, savoring those lips of his. Your pulse quickened with every curl of his tongue sending a rush of desire through you. His hands groped and squeezed, and you in turn groaned and moaned.
You were nearly on top of him, chest against chest, breathing in and out at the same hurried pace, your lips consuming his, all the while craving more and more.
Your fingers found his shirt buttons, and slowly started to undo them. He gave his little growl and everything inside of you just about screamed. You hastily opened his shirt, ready to ravish him from head to toe, when your fingertips felt something strange.
You pulled away from his lips and sat up, looking down at his chest, confused. Bright red fabric peaked out from beneath his shirt, and dead center, staring back at you, was a black spider emblem.
"Wha...?" was all you could say. You looked at him wide-eyed, then back at the spider, then back at him.
Tom burst out laughing, "Surprise! I brought you home something."
You scrambled to stand up but almost fell over. You were absolutely gobsmacked.
"What?" You said again.
Tom hopped up off the floor and spin around, taking off his shirt.
"It's just one of the prototypes, of course, but I thought you'd like to see it nonetheless," he said.
"Take your pants off," you said.
"Why, Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce m-"
"Shut up and take your pants off," you ordered.
"You're so bossy!" he exclaimed and dropped his trousers to floor.
You stepped back, admiring him in the suit. He was Spider-Man, in the flesh, standing before you. You felt yourself smiling like a moron but you couldn't help it. He looked...
"Amazing, " you said in awe.
Tom smiled broadly, "You like? I've got the boots in my bag. Couldn't wear them under my trainers." He turned around slowly, so you could get a good look.
"Put the boots on.. and the mask."
"Aw, Y/N, not the mask too?" he sighed.
"Boy, you are not going to show up here in a Spider-Man costume, and not give me the whole package, now hop to it," you waved him off.
He shook his head and pulled on the boots and mask.
You sat down on the couch and crossed your legs.
"Now, pretend I'm a 9 year-old boy and it's my birthday," You looked at him expectantly.
"A 9 year-old boy? What are-" Tom began.
"Okay, Spiderboy, let's go!" you said snapping your fingers, "Perform!"
He crouched down, struck a pose, and thwipped in your direction.
"Oh no, Mr. Spider-Man!" you squealed in a melodramatically high voice, "Please save me from the Green Goblin!!"
Tom stood up and put his hands on his hips, "Really, Y/N?"
You howled with laughter.
"I feel so stupid," he said, his voice muffled behind the mask.
"Liar," you giggled, "You love this. You're a performer. You live for it. Now do some flips!"
"Flips, now?" He threw his hands up in the air and strolled down the hall. You leaned on an elbow to try to get a good look. He back flipped into view and landed in front of you, panting.
You clapped and cheered, "Amazing! Spectacular!"
Tom took the mask off and laughed at you.
"Okay, okay, the circus monkey is done for the day," he sat down next to you, to take the boots off.
"Well, what did you expect when you show up in that?" you nudged him playfully.
"I thought maybe you'd want to, you know, take it off me," he made a couple of fists and did a little wiggle with his hips.
"Please stop doing that," you cringed.
"What?" he stood up, continuing the weird wiggle, "This? Does this turn you on, baby?" He twirled around in a circle, rotating his hips with a goofy look on his face.
"Nothing could be further from the truth," you giggled, covering your eyes.
"You're right," he said, his voiced changed. You peeked through your fingers and saw him standing in front of you, rather stoically, holding a hand out to you.
You grabbed his hand and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.
"You're safe with me, Miss," he said, in full on Peter Parker accent. You looked into his eyes and believed him. It was you who hit the jackpot, Y/N.
"Thank you, Spider-Man," you smiled flirtatiously, pulling him down the hall, "Your reward awaits you in the bedroom."
