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Parents Night

Author: @imaginationworlds Requested: Can you do a Tom Holland smut that’s like cute and fluffy? Warning(s): Fluff, implied smut Words: 2,7k A/N: This one sucks especially the writing mistakes and I’m deeply sorry for messing this one up. please don’t be mad at me but midterms are killing me and I promise you that next time I will do better. :( xx

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“It’s snowing outside!”, the well- known voice of your 2-year-old-toddler that was currently running around the house in a hyperactive manner that couldn’t get stopped even if you would try your best interrupted the talk between your mum that was giving your household a small visit.

The sound of opening cabinets and smashing them shut made you wonder where your husband that was supposed to play with your baby boy upstairs so you can have a quiet and subtle chit-chat with your loved mother that supported you with all her might would hang around. “Wait, Buddy!”, and this is when your question got answered. 

Corbyn recently learned how to walk properly on two healthy legs without the support he begged for not long ago, within the time he discovered how to run up and down with the delighted squeal he always had when we had to rush after him. Snow made him excited for Christmas. Winter always leaves him as an overzealous mess at the end of the day, he would lose it as soon as he would see one snowflake falling from the cloudy sky and as soon another one would settle on the cold ground he would start to scream ‘Santa Claus’ the whole day including the fact that he wants us to build the Christmas tree up. Even in January.

“You are 100% sure you want him to sleep over at your place?”, you pointed towards the hallway where the noise came from and she nodded in response. 

Your mother showed understanding when you told her that you were sexually frustrated at the moment, even though it was an embarrassing confession you had to confess as you asked her if Corbyn can stay a night at your parents' house. She was happy to spend some quality time with her treasured grandson before he would stop visiting her nor be calling her.

“Mummy, can Daddy and I go outside?”, the innocent voice of you son filled your heart with another shot of devotion for your child that was standing in the door frame of the living room with his favourite bobble hat on his head that was decorated with the Spiderman logo. His eyes were sparkling whenever he tried to get his way, he was pouting with his lips and his hands in a prayer motion while he mouthed ‘please’ with his small pink lips serval times. “if Daddy wants to.”, you simply replied.

And with that, he ran up the stairs while shouting ‘dad’ the whole time until he finally found Tom sitting in the bathroom and tried to clean up the chaos his son left behind. You could hear the hysterical screeches of your son from upstairs that was telling his probably already exhausted father to hurry up so they could start a snowball fight.

The day continued with both boys being overwhelmed to feel the icy cold snow between their in contrast moderately hot palms. “I told you that I wasn’t ready!”, Corbyn scowled as Tom threw a perfectly shaped snowball against his smaller chest. “superheroes are never ready, enemies are coming unexpectedly!”, your husband shouted while he formed another snowball before he hid behind one of the semi-tall snow walls they build for the match.

“Why?”, Corbyn was in the current phase of always questioning things whenever you would tell him a story or a random fact- he would start questioning the whole thing until it gets annoying. Tom was willing to answer all these questions his boy would ask before going to tug him into bed. “ Corbyn!”, you huffed when you realised that he started to pause the game purposely, so he as a superior chance to win the fight while he started to form a snowball behind his back as he distracted his father by asking more and more questions. 

“C’mon Buddy, I’m Spiderman!”, Tom exclaimed and immediately crawled out from his hideout; presenting himself on a silver plate while throwing his arms in the cold chilly air. “I think that Captain America is cooler...”,  Corbyn mumbled under his breath with an in the crimson coloured nose as he formed his snowball in front of his chest, his lower lip quivering while he faced the snowed-in ground.

Tom’s helpless glance snapped towards you shortly before your toddler started to break out in hot tears and let his snowball drop as an immediate, running towards you and clamped his short arms around your knee chin- covering his small head into your thigh as he sopped into your thigh, drenching your jeans in big tears while you comforted your weeping son by caressing his soft curls.

Your Husbands impression of seeing his son crying broke his heart into thousand pieces,”He’s just tired, honey.”, you signed in response to the cries that died down beside the small sobs interrupted the silence, his face softens as you picked his smaller version up. Your mum brought a package of tissues as you gently leaned his head against the crook of your neck, slowly rocking him back and forth. 

Tom embraced you two in a hug, pressing a short peck on your cheek and letting his lips rest on his son’s clothed head.

7:47 PM

“What if he can’t sleep without me singing the Spiderman theme song?”, your concern husband whispered loud enough for you to hear it as you packed the little Avenger Backpack that Corbyn got for his 2nd Birthday.

“When are you singing the Spiderman Theme song?”, you snarled with a hint of amusement of your Husband’s consideration that he won’t be with his boy for less than 24 hours. “Always! He totally enjoys it!”, you rolled your eyes in response, hardly doubting the fact that Tom would sing the Spiderman theme song to Corbyn since he is a huge Captain America fan.

Corbyn’s lullaby would be every AC/DC song which pretty much fascinated you real quick whenever you played AC/DC while preparing dinner or watching Iron Man downstairs that’s how you ended up playing the hard rock band whenever your little todd has trouble sleeping.

“Don’t forget the Album.”, Tom reminded you while handing you your son’s the favourite album. You thanked him before stuffing the last piece into the now fully packed rucksack. 

You both walked down the stairs, greeted by your already slumbering son in your mother arms that were wrapped around him securely, his mouth slightly gaped- looking just like his father. “You guys are ready to go?”, Tom asked in a hushed tone as he arrived downstairs with you following behind while carrying the car seat in one hand and the rucksack in the other.

“Yeah, this little pumpkin fell asleep while I got him ready to go.”, she stroked Corbyn’s usual hot cheeks. “Could you help me installing the car seat into my car, Tom?”, your mum asked in a friendly tone before handing you the sleeping todd so she can tie her shoes.

Both of them walked through the door with the car seat while you were fondling with your baby’s curls, pressing your soft lips against his forehead that was slightly wrinkled as he felt something touching him but shook it off and continued his peaceful slumber as you swayed him in one arm- slowly walking towards the starting car where Tom and you mum were waiting for you.

“I’m gonna take him.”, Tom breathed out with a hint of heartache in his voice. You kissed Corbyn good-bye before handing him over to your awaiting husband. “I know that you are the secret member of team Tony Stark, eh?”, you heard him say as you walked to your loved mum that had a smile creeping onto her pink painted lips. “You guys are too appealing for my small heart.”, she welcomed you by stroking your shoulders to comfort you.

You shrugged your shoulders as a response. When your mum met Corbyn for the first time after supporting you with Tom for countless hours in hard and harrowing labour she immediately fell in love with her grandson as soon as he entered the world. Even though Corbyn was the perfect copy of Tom she says he looks exactly like you- character wise.

“That’s my cue to go.”, she pointed with her car keys towards already settled into his car seats but still sound asleep as Tom made his way over to you guys, hands into his pockets. “Please don’t forget about the CD in the backpack, just play and he would be asleep within seconds.”, you said and handed her the bag, giving her a hug as a goodbye.

Tom said his usual ‘goodbye’ by giving her hand a squeeze before embracing her in a short hug while thanking her. Your mum jumped into the car and started the car engine and you both waved goodbye as she backed out of the driveway onto the road, driving into the starry night.

10:29 PM

“Corbyn loves that movie.”, you heard Tom mumble under his breath as he flipped through the channels, trying to find something interesting that could run in the background while he’s doing something useful for work.

You looked up from your script you were currently working on as you realised that he was talking about the movie ‘Finding Dory’. You shook your head at your mourning husband;”Stop acting like you won’t see him for the next years.”, your voice was a little bit harsh.

His head snapped into your direction, a frown of dubiousness plastered onto his face as you thew your laptop off your lap onto the armest of the couch before you crawled over to your lover, straddling his lap while your hands were slightly massaging the tensed up muscles- your faces inches apart.

Lips were aching for each other and eyes were gazing holes into your retina. “I’m glad to call you my other half.”, your heart fluttered in desire as he breathed against your lips. Your hands were creeping up his skilled jaw, feeling some stubbles of freshly shaved skin.

At short notice your lips were crashing together, teeth were clashing together as your hands travelled downtown, his arms were resting under your breasts. A soft moan escaped your throat as soon as he left wet and sloppy kisses under your jaw, down to your throat and stopping on your sensitive neck. 

“It’s been so long.”, Tom groaned before your hands were tanged in his uncommon short hair were the slightest curls were coming back already. His hands were all over your curvy body, touching and squeezing some parts of it. lips never leaving your toned skin.

The hot make-out session continued until you both were without a stitch naked:”So beautiful.”, he worshipped you like you were a goddess. His fingers were caressing your back while his lips latched onto your already erected nipple, bitting it nimbly before licking it as you moaned in agony. Your hands were tugging on the soft roots of his chocolate brown hair before you moaned into his ear, shaky breaths against the earshell.

You slowly rolled your wet core against his throbbing erection, clutching onto his shoulder as a beg for him finally to stop the teasing an finally make love to you for what you’ve been waiting for unknowingly long. “I love you so much.”, he whined as his shafted got slick with all your juices. The only sound in the living room were soft moans and the sound of wetness that was pooling around your legs. 

His mouth wandered over to your exposed neck, sucking another purplish bruise on your tender skin which you have to explain the next morning to your 2-year-old without accidentally enlighten into his parent's sex life. “I want you so bad, darling.”, your walls clenched around nothing as the words were leaving his mouth with a tottering undertone.

The movements stopped, as you carefully tugged on the roots of his messy hair. A smile appeared on your plump sucked lips as you pressed another passionate kiss onto his pink lips while you grabbed his erection and slowly guiding it into your throbbing pussy. Your hands were searching for each other until your booth intertwined them as soon as you started to bounce at a slow and comfortable pace on to his dick. It’s been so long since you guys were this close without anyone interrupting this moment and it was hair-raising His palms were slightly damped but you didn't mind at all, this was the only time you guys could be as loud as you wanted to be and as libidinous.

Your hearts were screaming for each other, your bodies were shaking in pleasure. It was a sensation you guys haven’t felt a while ago something that shouldn’t end too quickly to your liking. “You are doing amazing, Love”, he squeezed your hands while staring at you like some kind of hero that saved his life seconds before his death greeted him, eyes were sparkling with love while drops of sweats were running down his forehead.

Skin slapping against skin as the pace picked up, ragged breaths and low groans were able to be heard.

He shortly squinted his eyes in self-indulgence before letting a low groaned out, his hands slowly tugging itself away from yours before they clutched on the flesh of your butt- guiding you at a faster pace. Your breath picked up, your arms flying up to his shoulders, chest pressed against his’ as whines and moans were running out of your mouth like water.

Clinging to his skin for dear life was a sign for Tom that you were about to reach your climax unnoticed, just like you walls almost squeezing the blood out of his veins. Your moans grew louder with every thrust he set. “Don’t hold back, baby.”, he gritted his perfect white teeth as his hands travelled between your sweaty bodies down to your clit.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, squeezing shot as you tried to let the moment last for a little bit longer but it was too much. For both of you. “Fuck.”, you whined with an unrecognised high pitched voice as your orgasm spread around your stomach, the coil that thinned out left your legs shaking behind and your head falling into the crook of your lover’s neck. Breathing the familiar scent of sweat and perfume in as he kept pushing in and out of your sensitive vagina.

“C’mon, Champ.”, you encouraged your Husband by sucking on his neck and jaw in addition to tug on the roots of his beautiful and damped hair.

These words tipped him over the edge. His moans were higher than ever, his breath was ragged and short before he reached his reach unexpectedly fast. His shaking as he spilled himself inside your warm walls. Nails were digging into the slightly bruised flesh shortly before he showered your shoulder with soft kisses as praises.

His penis started to soften inside you and that's when he lifted you off his chest and laid you down on the couch, grabbing his boxers that were thrown into a various corner of the dim living room before disappearing in one of the guest bathrooms for some seconds before coming back with a damp but lukewarm towel that he would use to clean the mess the he has made up. He settled between his legs, grabbing you by your thighs before dabbing the cloth around your now-sensitive area. Cleaning you carefully up with a small smile creeping up.

“Why are you smiling?”, you asked with a raspy voice. He shrugged his shoulders, actually knowing why he was smiling like a goof. “ You called me Champ instead of Spiderman.”, he giggled

Your cheeks blushed in a deep red as you head your face behind one of the many pillows that were settling on the couch. Groaning in embarrassment. “You ruined the moment.”, you complained with a hint of goofiness hiding in your voice.

The nights ended like several others ended; Both of you watching a movie and being cuddled in a bunch of sheets while enjoying each others company.