Requested by overwrld: Tom and Y/N have sex for over six hours and afterwards, Y/N is so sore that Tom has to carry her around the house everywhere.

"Fuck, Tommy, faster!" I cried out, my back arching into my boyfriend's chest and my head digging into the pillow as his hips violently snapped against mine.

"I'm so close, love, I'm so fucking close." he grunted, his lips biting and nipping at my neck as one arm held his weight above me and the other gripped the headboard.

"So am I, don't stop, shit." I choked as the knot continued to build in my stomach. Tom's hips continued to jut against mine, my legs around his waist and the sheets covering our naked bodies as he fucked me into next week. Just like he'd been doing for the last six hours, at least. Tom had just come home after having finished filming for 'Spider-Man: No Way Home' and as always, both of us were in serious need of sexual TLC after having been away from each other for a year and a half with only a couple of months together in between. From the moment that I had seen his eyes darkened with lust as they fell on me, I had known that I was in for a long night. And, well, I hadn't been wrong. As soon as I'd shut our front door, Tom had had me pinned against the wall, his fingers hurriedly undoing my jeans and pulling my panties down before his fingers had found my clit. My first orgasm of the night had come only a couple of minutes after he'd started fingering me, the power and speed of the sexual activity turning me to jelly underneath my boyfriend's touch within seconds. He had continued to treat me in the bedroom, his head of beautiful curls having been in between my thighs for almost an hour as he'd given me several more orgasms with eating out alone. I always knew that Tom missed my taste when he was gone, but never had he been quite so eager to experience it again as he had been tonight. Not that I was complaining. We'd flicked between eating out, fingering, handjobs and blowjobs for the last few hours, the final show of sex now drawing to a close as we reached our highs, but we had still managed to fuck for another hour. It was by far the longest stretch of time that we'd ever gone without a break, and I could tell already from my virtually numb pussy that I wouldn't be able to walk for a few days. That's how you knew that it was good, though. 

"Tommy, fuck, fuck." I moaned, my mouth hanging open and my eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm hit me. My legs shook around his waist, his hand moving from the headboard to curl underneath me and push me further into his chest as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

"Darling, oh my god." Tom choked, his nails gently scratching the skin of my back as his thrusts sped up before stopping. We both panted heavily, our skin stuck together with sweat as we both came down from the amazing highs, and the six long hours of sexual activity. I breathed out, my eyes fighting to stay open as Tom placed a few more gentle kisses on my neck before pulling out of me.

"Wow." He breathed, making me smirk tiredly as he binned the condom before lying down, prompting me to cuddle into his chest as he curled his arm around my waist.

"That was incredible. Very long, but absolutely incredible." I shook my head.

"I know, right? How did we even last that long?" He chuckled, making me laugh as he kissed my head.

"No idea. I guess that our bodies are just so deprived that they decided to let us have the full things before finishing." I teased.

"That must be it." He nodded, making me smirk and peck his lips before resting my head back against his chest.

My eyes fluttered open, my lips parting into a yawn as my body was pulled out of sleep. I looked to my side and pouted to myself as Tom's side of the bed was empty, telling me that he was already up. I couldn't help but smile to myself, though, my heart full at the memories of what we did last night. I knew that our activities had been far from innocent, but I was always at my happiest when Tom came back home, and so I was letting it sink in that, yes, he was home for good again. And I was going to enjoy it.

"Morning, beautiful." I looked over my shoulder, a smile curling onto my lips as Tom walked into the bedroom with two mugs in his grasp.

"Hmm. You look hot." I stated, making him laugh as I propped myself up on my elbow and raked my eyes up and down his sweatpant-covered body.

"Don't get me started again, love, we were at it for long enough last night." he teased, making me smirk as he leant forward and pecked my lips before handing me the mug of coffee. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"In all seriousness, Tommy, it's really good to have you back. Always is." I admitted.

"Aw, sweetheart. It's good to be back. I always miss you way too much when I'm away. You have to come with me next time." He nodded.

"That's what we say every time, and then life gets in the way." I chuckled, making him return it and nod as I put the coffee down on the bedside table before going to sit up.

"Ooh." I mumbled, my eyebrows furrowing as I tried to sit up. The issue was that something didn't feel right.

"You okay, darling?" Tom asked, his eyebrows also furrowing as he looked at me in concern. I gulped and looked at him.

"Um...I think that we went a bit too hard last night. I'm really sore." I smiled sheepishly. His eyes widened.

"Oh, fuck. Do you feel really sore down there?" He chuckled.

"Yeah. I can't even move my legs without it hurting." I admitted, making his eyes widen further.

"Oops." He chuckled, making me scoff and shake my head as I could tell that he was trying not to laugh.

"You asshole, you're the one who did this to me!" I exclaimed as he put his coffee down before moving around to my side of the bed.

"Sorry, I shouldn't laugh. But I know that I did that, so that's why I'll help you get around it." He smiled.

"Tommy, what are you on about-." My eyes widened, a squeal leaving my lips as suddenly he leant down and curled his arms around me before picking me up bridal style.

"What are you doing?" I laughed as he started to carry me out of our bedroom.

"It's my fault that you're so sore, and so I'll make up for that by carrying you wherever you need to go." He stated, making me smirk and shake my head.

"Do you realise how impractical that is-."

"Where do you want to go, love?" he insisted, making me chuckle and bite my lip.

"Bathroom. I need to pee." I stated.

"Bathroom it is." He smiled, making me return it and peck his lips as he carried me into our bathroom.

I lay on the sofa, relaxing and watching TV as I waited for Tom to come back from whatever he was doing elsewhere in the house. He had been carrying me wherever I needed to go all day, everywhere from the bathroom, to the kitchen, to the living room. He had helped me get dressed, had made me food and had done everything else in between as an apology for the fact that I was so sore that I could barely move. Not that I particularly minded. After all, it had been an amazing night.

"You look nice and relaxed there, love." I smiled and bit my lip as Tom appeared behind me on the sofa, his lips making contact with my neck as I raised my hand to start playing with his hair.

"I'm great, I'm living my best life." I chuckled.

"Well, darling, I'm about to make it even better." He stated as he came around the sofa. I looked at him as he picked me up again, my arm curling around his shoulder as his arms held my legs and back.

"What have you done?" I asked accusingly as he carried me to the bathroom.

"Don't worry, it's nice. I was trying to think of ways to ease your soreness a bit more a bit quicker, and then I had the perfect idea." He smiled as he pushed the bathroom door open with his back before turning us around.

"A nice bubble bath." He stated proudly, making me chuckle and bite my lip as I saw the soapy and steaming bath with candles dotted around the edge of the tub. I looked at him.

"That's so sweet, Tommy. You are going to have to help me undress, though." I chuckled as he gently put me down.

"I help you undress anyway, sweetheart." He flirted, making me smirk and shake my head as he pecked my lips. I pulled my t-shirt over my head as he pulled my shorts down my legs, my fingers unclipping my bra as he carefully helped me step out of my shorts and underwear.

"I know that I can't initiate anything given how sore you still are, but fuck is it hard when you're stood there like that." He scoffed as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Same goes for you." I teased, making him smirk and wink at me as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, leaving us both naked. He picked me up again before cautiously stepping into the bath. He sat us down so that I was lying in between his legs and my back was against his chest, a sigh of bliss leaving my lips as our bodies were eased into the gorgeous water.

"Okay, yes, this is just what I needed." I sighed, making Tom chuckle as he kissed my head.

"I'm sorry that I made you so sore, sweetheart." He mumbled into my hair.

"Tommy, don't ever apologise for fucking me so well that I can't walk. That's what I want." I admitted, making him laugh and nod.

"Okay, love, good." He smiled, making me return it and sigh out again as my eyes fluttered shut.