(Let me know if you want a part 2 to this, kind of want to do one, so I'm thinking about it. If anyone does want a part 2, feel free to suggest what you want to see in it. Thank you)

I walked around Zendaya's house, enjoying the party that she was throwing for the release of the third Spiderman movie. I smiled at people as I passed them, making my way into the kitchen to make a drink, and maybe even a friend if there was anyone cute enough in there. I walked into the weirdly deserted kitchen, the thumping music still being heard from the living room as I started to pour myself a drink.

"Hey there, babe." I rolled my eyes to myself and clenched my jaw as I heard his voice. I turned around and rolled my eyes again, making the arrogant boy's smirk widen as he leant against the doorway, his leg crossed over the other and a plastic red cup in his grasp.

"Tom." I returned the greeting coldly, only making the stupid smirk widen. When I had been cast to play Tom's love interest in the third movie, I had been over the moon, especially as I had a major crush on the boy himself. My dreams of him being the perfect guy had been crushed the day that I had met him. He had been nothing but arrogant, especially as Zendaya let it slip that I liked him, meaning that he took every opportunity to tease me about it, and not in the nice way, not to mention what that information did to his ego. The cocky little shit had become so arrogant and been such a dick that instead of butterflies being in my stomach at the fact that we were in the same room together alone, all I felt was the urge to get out.

"You look as gorgeous as ever, pretty girl." He smirked, biting his lip as he skimmed his eyes up and down my body. I rolled my eyes.

"Tom, how many fucking times have I told you not to call me things like that? Am I your girlfriend? No. So stop fucking acting like it." I spat.

"Why? I thought that you wanted to be my girlfriend. I thought that you wanted to hear me call you nicknames." He nodded as he pushed off from the wall and walked towards me.

"All it ever does is boost your ego, and that's big enough already, so why would I want it to keep growing?" I scoffed. His smirk stayed on his lips as he walked to me and put his arms on either side of the counter by my body, trapping me between his body and the counter.

"I don't know, angel. The fact that you blush every time, and I mean every time, that I call you some form of nickname, tells me that you actually like it." He nodded, biting his lip as his eyes flickered between mine and my lips. I gulped, my eyes widening slightly at his words.

"See? You always show the obvious signs of absolutely loving the attention that I give you, all of the names and the close embraces." He mumbled, making my eyes flutter shut and my breath hitch as he slowly moved his face down, ghosting his lips over my neck so that I could feel his breath against my skin but couldn't quite feel his lips.

"It's okay, baby girl. It's okay if you want to hear those names spilling from my lips." He chuckled, his lips very lightly brushing my neck and making me gulp.

"I don't blame you. I mean, if I were you, I'd be dying to get my hands on me too-." My eyes shot open, an angry huff leaving my lips as I rolled my eyes.

"And arrogant asshole Tom returns." I mumbled, pushing on his chest to break the embrace. He chuckled, biting his lip as he moved one of his arms, letting me go as I headed to the door of the kitchen.

"What? Angel, I was joking." He chuckled.

"Sure you were, Tom." I spat as I left the kitchen, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach and the slight heat between my legs as I headed back into the main bit of the party.

I sat on the sofa, talking and laughing with castmates and friends as the party raged on.

"Y/N, we're playing truth or dare, you in?" Zendaya asked as her and Jacob walked towards me.

"Sorry, are we fourteen, or twenty-three?" I scoffed. Zendaya rolled her eyes playfully and threw a cushion at me, making me squeal.

"Okay, okay, I'm in!" I laughed. She smirked at me as I shifted onto the floor, the rest of the players forming a circle too.

"Tom, truth or dare, yay or nay?" Zendaya asked. I sighed, really hoping that he'd say no, or if he said yes, that he wouldn't sit next to me.

"Ooh, yay." He chuckled. I groaned internally as he sat next to me, giving me a smirk as I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, so everyone knows the rules, the forfeit for not answering a truth or not doing a dare is to...streak across my front lawn." Zendaya smirked.

"Really, Z?" I chuckled.

"Don't forfeit your truth and dares then, babe." She smiled, making me playfully roll my eyes at her and flip her off.

"Okay, let's start. Tony, truth or dare?" She asked. Tony looked up as he thought.

"Go on, give me a dare." He nodded.

"Um...you see that bottle of vodka behind you? Down it." Jacob nodded.

"Dude, I'll pass out." Tony scoffed.

"It's only a small bottle, mate, you'll be fine." Tom shrugged. Tony sighed and nodded as he took the bottle and unscrewed the lid. He tipped it up, his eyes squeezing shut as the liquid quickly disappeared.

"Nice one!" Zendaya laughed as Tony stopped drinking and coughed loudly, putting a hand to his mouth.

"Okay, Tom, your turn. Truth or dare." Jacob asked.

"Dare." He nodded, stretching a leg out in front of him as he rested back on his hands. Zendaya and Jacob looked at each other, smirks curling onto their lips as they looked between Tom and I, making me gulp.

"Guys, what are you doing?" I asked nervously. They continued smirking as they looked at Tom.

"Tom, your dare is to kiss Y/N. Properly kiss her." Zendaya nodded. My eyes widened, Tom's also widening slightly as we looked at each other.

"Z, what the fuck?" I gulped.

"Y/N, are you okay with me kissing you?" Tom asked, looking at me. I gulped again, my eyebrows furrowing slightly as for the first time, he seemed to have dropped the fuckboy persona and seemed to be genuinely concerned about my consent.

"I-I mean..."

"It's up to you, you can either kiss me briefly, or let me take the forfeit and see me in all of my glory as I streak." He chuckled, gesturing down his body with his hand. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Yes, fine, you can kiss me." I gave in.

"Alright." He nodded as he sat up properly so that he was facing me whilst still resting on one hand. He looked at me, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he moved his hand to cup my cheek under my hair, making me blush and hope to god that he couldn't feel the heat on his hand. His eyes flickered between my lips and my eyes, his gaze settling on my lips as he slowly leaned in and pressed our lips together. I returned it immediately, almost encouraging the boy as he smiled into the kiss, pulling me closer with his hand on my cheek. Before I could stop it, my hand also raised and held Tom's cheek, curling around to hold his neck and play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. I smiled into the kiss, making Tom smirk and giving him permission as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth. In that moment, I forget every negative feeling I had against my co-star, his lips against mine and his hand holding my face feeling way too good to care in the moment. Before I could process what was happening, Tom pulled away, leaving me with one last small peck as his lips and hand disappeared from me. My eyes fluttered open, my cheeks flustered as he was sat back in his original position, leaning back on his hands as he smirked at me. I gulped, not wanting to look at anyone else as I could see out of the corner of my eye at they were all just staring at us, their mouths hanging open out of shock for how intense that kiss was.

"Best kiss you've ever had, huh?" Tom smirked, biting his lip. I clenched my jaw, almost holding back tears as the sweet and caring Tom that I had seemingly experienced in the kiss disappeared to make room for the arrogant and dickhead Tom that I knew. I rolled my eyes as I stood up.

"Come on, babe, don't leave." He chuckled, leaning up and taking my hand. I harshly ripped it out of his grasp, making his eyes widen and his smirk dip as I rushed upstairs. I took a deep breath, heading into a random bedroom and shutting the door in order to give myself five minutes. I gulped, my mind racing as I tried to get my feelings in order. I shouldn't have been feeling like this after that kiss, especially as Tom was someone who'd been nothing but an asshole to me since day one. Yet it was clear from how I was feeling about that kiss that I still had a crush on him. I sighed, looking down.

"Y/N?" my head shot up as I heard Tom's voice calling my name. He opened the door and looked at me, sighing.

"Y/N-." before I knew what I was doing, I took his face and pulled him down to join our lips. His eyes widened but he immediately returned it, gripping my waist and kicking the door shut with his foot as he kissed back. We stumbled around the bedroom, lips still joined as we moved closer to the bed. I pushed Tom onto it, making him grunt slightly as he landed against the sheets and I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.

"You okay with this?" I mumbled as I joined our lips again and Tom's fingers started to fumble to undo his shirt.

"Don't stop now." He breathed, both of us smirking as I sat up slightly, Tom following me with his lips and keeping the kiss going.