summary: boxer!tom has a big fight coming up
warnings: fluff, fighting, blood i think??, a little steamy at some parts
note: i wrote this literally forever ago so enjoy
walking through the halls of the arena, the voices of excited fans faded the further down you got. Weaving your way to the back locker rooms where your boyfriend and worlds light weight champion boxer Tom āSpider-manā Holland was getting ready. The security guards nodded at you as you passed through the doors. Tom was wrapping his hands and doing foot work.
āLooking good Spideyā You smirked leaning against a locker and staring at your boyfriend. You watched him smirk while he kept his focus on his feet.
āAlways gotta stay sharp.ā He smiles back, finally resting and walking towards you. āHowās the crowd look?ā He kisses you quickly.
āPumped. Plenty of spider gear out there. Theyāre ready for you to kick this guys assā You chuckle lightly.
āI donāt know y/n. Itās gonna be tough.ā He looks into your blue eyes and sighs, sitting on the bench.
āTheyāre always tough. Always gonna be tough, but listen when I say this Tom. Youāve got this, I promise and no matter what happens, Iām still gonna be your biggest fan.ā You speak straddling his body. He smiles up at you and kisses you again. He pulls your body closer to his before you pull away.
āUh uh, we save that for after the match. Iām gonna head to my seat, talk with the other girls. Remember-ā
āWatch out for his cheap shots to the neck,ā You both recite. Toms opponent was known for throwing cheap yet somehow legal shots and Tom had to be careful.
āI love you Tom. You got this baby.ā You give him a final kiss before standing and leaving the room, swishing your hips a bit for Tom to see.
Nearly 10 minutes later, the boxers were set to come out. The buzz of excitement nearly suffocated everyone in the large arena. Fans have traveled near and far to see the match of the decade
You and some of the other boxers girlfriends sit and talk about the match, all saying Toms gonna win but heās gotta watch out. You pray silently that this all goes his way.
The infamous bell sounds as Tom and his opponent begin bouncing around each other, quick swings and sometimes hits landing. The crowd is screaming and it almost hurts your ears. Toms technique is perfect, heās doing exactly what he needs to do. Until the very thing youād warned Tom about happens, heās fast but not fast enough to dodge a short fast punch straight to his neck. You hear him groan and begin screaming along with the fans. Tom clenches his jaw before unleashing his āwrathā He runs around and jumps on the guys back, delivering blow after blow to his head, until his body falls limp and Tom rolls off with grace and polish. Standing up, the loud cheers of fans are barely heard by you as you make eye contact with Tom.
It was a quick match and youāre more than happy itās over, not sure how much longer you could sit there while Toms muscles shine on the light. You gather your bags and things and rush back towards the locker room, bursting through the door you run and jump into Toms arms, who spins you around while kissing your face.
āYou did it baby! I knew you could do itā You squeal, kissing all over Toms face.
āItās all for you baby, i do it all for you y/n.ā Tom pulls you tighter and kisses you again. He sits slowly on the locker room bench, you on his lap. Your hands move to the back of Toms head, trying your best to get as close to him as possible.
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