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“Start worshiping.” Tom said with a cocky small grin, flicking you off as he extended his foot in your face. You were an extra on the set of the new Spiderman movie. It was a hot day and you just noticed how bothered Tom was with the heat, especially with his feet as he removed his shoes and socks outside every hour to air them out. The stench was noticeable horrible to the crew around him, which caused them to scatter away in an instant. You looked around, not moving an inch as the smell didn’t bother you at all, you even liked it, also knowing that the smell was from Tom Holland himself. Tom noticed you still awkwardly standing there and grinned while wiggling his toes. “My my, this is like a lottery; someone that doesn’t mind my foot smell.” You blushed at this but before you could say something back, Tom put on his sweaty socks and shoes and walked towards his room. “Follow me.” He said, looking around briefly before continuing to walk. You complied and followed him. You closed the door as Tom plopped up on a couch, letting out a huge sigh as he relaxed. “Remove my shoes.” He said casually, putting his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes. “Y-Yes of course.” You said awkwardly, not having expected this. You removed his shoes and the room immediately was dominated by his cheesy scent. He opened his eyes to look at you, but you didn’t budge. Tom laughed. “Damn, every other person I know would’ve been across the set right now gasping for fresh air.” You blushed somehow, feeling special but humiliated by the comment. “Now.” He continued, bending down to remove his sweaty socks. “I’ve been working all day and I deserve a break. Stick that tongue out and I might have you suck these socks clean if you do a good job, slave.” Your heart skipped a beat at the word “slave” but you didn’t waste a second as he ordered you to start worshiping, flipping his middle finger in your face. You extended your tongue, licking away the sweat off his soles, lapping away through his tattoo as you worked your way up his toes. “You’ll be doing this every day from now on.” Tom finally commented after an hour of worship. You kissed both his soles, accepting your new job.