A/N:Thanks for all the recent likes. This is the twelfth and final part in the Lights, Camera, Action series. Here are the links to the other parts if you want to catch up.
The silence when Tom leaves is palpable, you looking at the door for a few moments as though you’re surveying your surroundings are solid and real and not some figment of a bad dream. Taron stands up straight and you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your neck.
“Y/N?” You turn now and look at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time in days. All the emotions from the past few days, rushing to your chest and stomach and solidifying there like a weight. Silently you walk past Taron and into the kitchen, the man clears his throat behind you.
“Are you and Tom?…” He trails off and you spin on your heel, chin jutted out defiantly your hands curling into fists. Taron recoils at the anger that flashes in your eyes, your voice a low, sharp hiss when you talk.
“How dare you! You asked me to be your girlfriend and I thought that for once…Just once, that you weren’t going to be like other guys.” His eyes lower to the floor, brimmed with tears but you can’t stop talking. It’s all coming out and you need it to.
“But you’re worse, because you let me believe and feel as though you really cared and for what? So you could cheat on me at the first opportunity. And with Nadia of all people?” He looks up at you here, his eyes catching yours and you can see the guilt etched into his face. His usual smooth features lined with regret and tiredness.
“I couldn’t find you anywhere Taron, and then you showed up and I was confused and relieved but you were acting so weird. And then I told you that I was…” A breath for strength here, an internal pep talk to keep your voice steady. “Falling in love with you…And you just left here and jumped into bed with Nadia.” You bring your hand to your mouth and take a deep breath, your stomach twisting and a feeling of nausea washing over you.
“I’m so sorry…I got so drunk and then I danced with her and she was saying all these things. About you and Tom. I’m not stupid y/n, I can tell there’s something between you two.” Your face betrays you at his words, falling and flushing with colour. Taron eyes you, his eyes suddenly sober and heavy with emotion.
“So there is something between you two?” You sigh and lean back against a stool and rub a hand over your face.
“There kind of was at one point. We had chemistry and used to spend a lot of time together between takes. And before you started, we did almost kiss…But when Nadia showed up, I put a stop to it. Then you and I got close and well…you know.” Taron wipes his hand across his mouth.
“You didn’t date or sleep together?” Your head snaps up and Taron knows from the shock on your face what the answer is, he closes his eyes, his face turning to one of anguish. “Nadia said…” You feel suddenly exhausted and want nothing more than for the ground to swallow.
“Yeah well, Nadia was lying.” Taron seems to sway on the spot before closing the distance between you, in two long strides. He reaches out to hold your hands but you pull them away, his eyes looking at you scared.
“Please y/n…She got inside my head, she convinced me you and Tom were seeing each other behind our backs. I was weak and stupid and…Please y/n…Please give me one more chance. If I could go back in time and change things, I would. I didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t mean to.” Your voice is low and soft.
“But you did. You could have asked me? Spoken to me? But you didn’t. You chose to believe someone you barely knew and who hated me. Instead of trusting me, your girlfriend…The person you claimed to care for.”
“I do care about you.” Your laugh is sudden and bitter sounding.
“Funny way of showing it.” The room is silent, Taron looking at you pleadingly, you lick your lips and sigh. “I’m sorry Taron…But I can’t. All I see when I look at you is her. I thought I could trust you and I do care for you but I can’t, I’m sorry…I hope she was worth it.” You watch as he wipes his hands over his face roughly and straighten’s up.
“Okay…Sorry Y/N…I’m sorry.” He turns to leave but pauses looking back at you, he looks weighed down with sadness. You stand up and cross to meet him, pulling him into a hug, he holds you close and breathes in the smell of your shampoo. After a few moments, you pull apart and hold each others gaze.
“I’m sorry too Taron, I’m sorry I can’t carry on.” His eyes soften and his hand brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“This is on me…I’ll miss you y/n.” He turns then and walks to the door, you follow him awkwardly. He pulls it open turning to look at you one more time.
“Tell Tom he better take care of you.” He’s gone then, you close the door, slide down to the floor and let the tears come.
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After Taron leaves, your body purges itself of all the hurt, confusion and anger of the past month. By the time you get up from the hallway floor your body is stiff and sore. You make your way to bed and fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The day after you get to work early, as you pull up in your car you see Tom’s car already parked up and feel a flush of warmth go through you. Glancing in your compact you take in your appearance, only slight shadows, like faint bruises under your eyes, give any indication of the past 24 hours. You tug at the hem of your smock dress self-consciously as you make your way to Tom’s trailer.
Nerves are swimming through you as you walk up the steps and pull open his door, knocking be damned. As you shut the door behind you, you see Tom stand, his eyes wide and soft. You take three steps across the room, Tom pulls you to him, his lips brushing against yours, with an urgency that makes you dizzy. He catches a breath in his throat as he pulls away, his hands cupping your face, he rests his forehead against yours.
“I thought you’d changed your mind.” You shake your head and bring your eyes up to meet his a small smile on your face.
“No…After I spoke to Taron last night, I just felt so drained. It’s been a long few days, I just needed to sleep.” He brushes a thumb across your cheek, his eyes studying your face, as though you’re about to disappear.
“So you’ve not changed your mind?…You want me?…Us?” Closing your eyes, you brush your lips against his before replying.
“More than anything.” He smiles and it lights up his whole face, as he moves his hands down your body, palming your butt and pulling you flush to him. The breath catches in your throat and with one more longing gaze, your lips are crashing against each other with a wanton desire. Tom pulls you to him, before falling back on the plush sofa, easing your legs on either side so you’re straddling him. Your lips don’t part, as he manouevres you out of the jacket you’re wearing, his hands moving up your back as you trace the tips of your fingers down his chest, your hips rolling against him. But you need more, you want to feel your skin on his, you pull at the hem of his tshirt and you pull apart, as he tugs it over his head. Discarding it to the side.
Your eyes trace down his body and you bite your lower lip, as you take in his toned body. His eyes meet yours then, a flirty smile on his face.
“This doesn’t seem fair…Come here.” He pulls you closer, as you kick off your boots, his hands squeezing your thighs. You reach down and pull your dress over your head, your breasts hanging loose. Tom shifts beneath you, his mouth opening slightly. Your cheeks ripple with warmth, and you know you’re blushing, you cross your arms across your chest in a self conscious gesture.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He gently lowers your arms down and cups his hand on right breast, his cheeks turning pink, eyes darkening with desire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He rolls his tongue against your nipple, before grazing it with the edge of this teeth, the sensation causing your head to fall back as you moan out his name. His hands move quickly then as he unbuttons his jeans, lifting you with one arm, as he shimmys out of them, kicking them off his legs. You pull him into a kiss then, the feel of him straining against his boxers. The friction of him rubbing against your bud of nerves, sending shivers through your body.
“Hold on.” He tightens his grip around you and stands, picking you up and laying on the sofa gently, before crashing his lips back on to yours. His fingertips stroking down your stomach, and teasing the edge of your underwear, you arch your back and he curls his fingers round the edges and pulls them down and off your legs, eyeing you hungrily and causing you to whimper. He kicks off his boxers and your eyes widen at the size of him, he bites his lower lip and leans into kiss you. Your fingers run through the curls at the nape of his neck and he breathes your name into the kiss, your whole body alert to his touch.
He kisses down your neck and between your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your erect nipples, causing you to squeeze your legs together, to ease the aching you feel for him. He brushes over your thighs with the palm of his hand, pulling your legs apart. His voice is low and husky.
“Let me look at you.” He positions himself between your legs, grabbing himself and rubbing the tip of his erection over your clit. You gasp and arch your back, you want him…You need him. Tom’s eyes shine mischievously and he moves up your body, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in as he looks into your eyes.
“Tell me what you want darling.” His tone is gentle but commanding and it sends a flush of warmth through you, as you watch him through hooded eyes, and lick your lips.
“I want you…Please…Tom?” His eyes soften as he leans into kiss you before pulling back and adjusting his body. His fingers tracing circles on your thighs, he plants kisses on your stomach, your inner thighs and you reach down, tangling your fingers in his hair as you beg him once more. He smirks at you before lowering down and rolling his tongue between your folds, the pleasure sending shockwaves through your body. He moans and grabs himself in his hand, stroking up and down the length.
You feel yourself unravel as Tom uses his mouth to bring you to climax, arching your back, fingers squeezing his hair as you moan out his name. He kisses up your body and you look him in the eyes as you press your hand to his cheek, shifting yourself and lowering your hand between your bodies, grabbing him with your hand. He closes his eyes and moans and you brush your thumb across the tip of him and he growls your name, sending heat right to your core.
“I need you y/n.” His voice is heavy with need, he kisses you deeply as he rolls his fingers against your bud of sensitive nerves. He lines himself up with you, rubbing the tip of himself against you, until you beg him to be inside you. He eases himself in slowly at first and then thrusts. The two of you mirroring each other, heads back and mouths open, eyes closed in ecstasy. You reach up and grip his hair, pulling his mouth to yours once more. The two of you moaning and whimpering as Tom thrusts into you, his hand reaching down, gripping your thigh and pulling it up slightly. You gasp, feeling the full length of him inside you, a thin layer of sweat forming on your chests and brows.
And then you’re coming undone, your whole body aware of every part of Tom that’s touching you. He reaches for your hand and threads his fingers with yours as he smiles softly, his eyes closed with intense pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum y/n.” You breathe out his name and allow the orgasm to wash over you, arching your back and squeezing your thighs as Tom moans out your name and lets his head fall to your shoulder. The trailer is silent other than the heavy breathing of you both trying to get your breath back. Tom kisses you on the cheek, before easing himself from you and reaching over to get a blanket that’s laying on the chair opposite.
He places his arm under your head and throws the blanket over the two of you, his brown eyes gentle as he lays on his side holding you close.
“Are you covered? Do you feel okay?” You smile and stroke your finger down his jaw, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“I feel great…What about you?” He blushes, his eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I feel great too…I just wish I didn’t have to work now though, I’d rather spend the day…Actually…The whole week with you.” You let out a laugh, your heart skipping a beat as he leans forward and gives you a gentle kiss.
“Hmm yeah, it would be pretty good.” His smile takes over his entire face and you smile back, as he brushes his hand through his hair, his tone playful.
“Well you know…I’m kind of the star of this thing, so I can be as late as I want to set.” You look mock offended and gasp.
“Are you suggesting you’re going to act like a diva Mr Holland?” His eyebrows quirk up, a smile pulling up his mouth.
“Did you just call me Mr Holland?” You smirk and nod your head.
“You know, I think I did.” He lifts the blanket up and positions himself on top of you.
“Say it again.” And as he starts kissing your neck and laughing, all you can do is oblige.
again, this is 6.4k of self indulgence, but i hope you enjoy
summary: despite your differences you fall in love with him
warnings: 18+ content!! unprotected sex solely bc i was too lazy to write it in lmao, but wrap it before you tap it babes!! some angsty stuff and tom not thinking
not my gif
you’d met him by accident. you were waiting to pick up your drink from the counter just as he was on his way to grab his and bumped into his shoulder. you apologized just as quickly as it had happened, barely looking over until he ever so gently placed his hand over your bicep, just to steady you as he said “s okay, are you alright?”
he looked familiar, like you were supposed to know him from somewhere.
summary:When you come back to your small hometown in order to help your brother keeping your now dead parents diner alive, business degree in hand. Tensions rise between you and someone you’ve had a crush on all your life, who you didn’t think felt the same.
pairing: best friend’s brother!tom holland x fem!reader
There was never a time where you could remember not having a crush on him, on Tom. You’ve always been drawn to him. You’ve always had this schoolgirl crush for him. But it was always so difficult since you were one year younger than him, and he was your brother’s best friend.
You’d spend your days as a younger girl writing about him in your diary, wishing that he would kiss you like you had seen in the movies. It was your one true desire in life. To be with Tom. Your best friend Zendaya always made fun of you for liking an older boy even if it was only by a year.
You’d spend your days ogling over him across the school, the only time the two of you ever overlapped was when your brother, Ethan, had Tom over for sleepovers and study sessions, even just for fun. They were so close – tight as a knot.
But as you grew up, you found yourself doubting this. Doubting your silly crush. Doubting your feelings – they would never happen. You attempted to move on but for your whole life it became apparent that you were stuck on Tom. You were stuck in this lifetime where Tom was your only thought, was the reason you woke up every day, even though you never saw him and Zendaya called it an obsession… and it wasn’t. Because you wouldn’t constantly check his socials. You wouldn’t ask your brother about him. For a few years there you hadn’t even talked to him. You didn’t even know if Ethan and Tom were still close. It rattled you. What you would do without Tom in your life. Sure, there were a few moments that Tom had been there for you because Ethan couldn’t be – but it’s not like he saw you as anything other than his best friend’s little sister.
“We called your emergency contact. Your boyfriend should be here any minute.” The doctor told you as she wrote your stats down in your chart.
“Okay. Thank you.” You smiled in appreciation at her. Just a few seconds after she left your room, Tom ran in. He almost slipped from how fast he ran into the room but caught himself on the doorway.
i don’t know where i stand | tom holland x reader (series masterlist)
pairing: childhood!best friend!tom holland x female!reader
summary:it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.
warnings:extended warnings will be given for each chapter, but there’s lots of fluff, pining, some angst, also it’s kind off a slow burn? the chapters marked with * will contain smut. that means that those chapters are +18 only. sominors stay away!!!
a/n:this is the first time ever i’ve written and posted anything on here (pls be gentle). english is also not my first language so if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, no you didn’t i woke up one day with this idea in my head and started writing it mostly for myself. when it started getting long i thought that maybe i should post it. i don’t really see myself as a writer- i just wrote this for fun, and now i’m hoping somebody else will enjoy it! happy reading!
fic playlist: grudges - paramore // bros - wolf alice // i will - mitski // all i want - joni mitchell // let it be me - nina simone // i don’t know where i stand - joni mitchell // sunday - the cranberries // no use i just do - hayley williams // a case of you - joni mitchell // just a lover - hayley williams
Disclaimer: This took me sooo long to write, but t*mblr didn’t let me post this as a one-shot. Guess 36.247k words all at once are a bit too much, huh? So I decided to make a miniseries out of this. I hate that I have to do this, but I have no other choice.
And yes, I have a thing for writing titles with parenthesis/crossed out letters, but there’s a meaning to it, I promise!
Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader
Excerpt: “The situation had gotten to the point where everyone in the production had started joking about it. They would call you a couple and ask you when the wedding would take place. Sometimes you two would be chatting and someone would remind you that it was lunch break. Pretty harmless things, and you would simply laugh them off, even though, secretly, they always left you wondering where the joke ended and where the truth began.”
Warnings: English not being my first language, possible typos, self-indulgence at its finest, characters who talk a lot and probably flirt in a weird way, the holy trinity: fluff & (poorly written) smut (minors, please, DNI; also, unprotected sex, only because this is fiction and nothing bad can happen. Protect yourselves) & angst, Taylor Swift quotes, Reader is not a native English speaker: it’s addressed only a couple of times and I didn’t specify where she’s from, and it’s not even a key point in the story, so it can be easily overlooked.
Tom believed in everything happening for a reason. He believed that whatever happens is fate. Long ago, before his rise to fame, he met a girl with beaded braids, two missing front baby teeth, and a twinkle in her dark brown eyes. She was an army brat, going to a school not far from his and lived just a street over from his street, on the army base. They were introduced and met at the same playground, as always, every Saturday until they were old enough to walk around town by themselves. Her name is Yn and she is his best friend. He intended on marrying her one day.
Warnings:SMUT(18+, minors dni) (hickies, oral fem and male receiving, fingering, vaginal sex, praise, spitting), alcohol and swears
Summary:A little getaway at a hotel leads to you meeting a hot bartender and forget about your ex-boyfriend in one night
A/N:This oneshot is my submission for @tomhollandfics ‘s 2022 Fic Event and I chose the prompt “Here’s my hotel room number.” Also I know this is the last day so I hope it’s still valid for the event’s submission dates
A/N: this was another one for @tomhollandfics prompt event, I couldn’t decide which one . (Prompts 8, 13, 20, 23)
Pairings: tom holland x black!reader, tom holland x black!plus size reader, tom holland x black!fem reader, tom holland x plus!size reader, tom holland x fem!reader
Warnings: NWY Spoilers, smut (minors not allowed!), dirty talk, oral, rough kink, slight dom kink??, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), fingering, spanking, choking, teasing, edging, squirting, biting
“Baby, Paris though? That’s such short notice, I don’t know if I’ll make it on time.”
“I already got the ticket, I just need to send it to you. Please love, I miss you. This press tour has us traveling nonstop, I won’t get to see you before I go back home.”
It was raining. Not too strange for a typical London night. The clock read eight and Tom was already getting lost in the pitter patter of the raindrops against the windowpane of his apartment. It all made so much sense to him, as he listened closely, it sent a tingle to his fingers and he moved them around in the air, placing them in a way he would do on his guitar before striking the chords. He’d spent all of his day today trying to find that damned guitar of his, it sounded mesmerizing albeit being of his grandad’s, its strings though he had changed just last month when he’d struck it too hard after trying to get a note right for a long time.
He moved his fingers around impersonating playing a guitar to the sound of the rain. To someone watching from far, he would look like a crazy man, but to him, it was worship. It was his work after all, nothing mattered more to him as he closed his eyes, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration and fingers moving along the sound of rain. He swore if he had his guitar at the moment, he’d make a new melody and noted to do so later when he finds it.
Summary: Tom is single, has been for a while. Everyone knows this; they all try to set him up. His family is by far the group of people who annoy him with it most. So, out of frustration, he tells them he’s gotten engaged! He’s hasn’t. He crosses his fingers that he’ll find a way to convince you to be his temporary fake fiancé.
Warnings: fluff, drinking, lots of dialogue, 18 + (minors look away!), innocence/inexperienced kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, swearing, mentions of a previous bad relationship, could be some errors sorry in advance!
Word count: 8.9k
A/N: So, this is my writing debut in this fandom! I’m excited about it!! This is part of @venomsilk ’s valentine bingo, thank you for organising such a good writing experience and letting me be a part of it :) I chose: fake engagement, coworkers and innocence/inexperienced kink
You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night
»»——⍟——««A/n: Omg im so excited for this. I hope it goes well
“Can I help you?” You looked at the two men standing at your door, confusion written all over your face. It is late at night, and the banging on your front door broke you from the activities you were in, drawing you to the door.
“Hi, sorry for bothering you. I’m Detective Marcus Ryan, and this is my partner, Detective Chris Stevens. We’re part of an investigation on some illegal activity in this area and building. Your apartment is in the best position for a stakeout on the building and neighborhood. It will be a great service to the community if we catch this person we’ve been after. Do you mind us using your apartment for the investigation?”
“I guess not,” you step aside, “for the community.” You nervously laugh as they walk into your apartment, equipment already in hand.
“I know this may feel like a major intrusion on your privacy, I assure you it will only be the two of us, and we have no reason or intention to go through your home. Our main focus will be the windows located in the living room,” Marcus says as they walk in, already setting the equipment down and getting to work.
“No problem. May I ask what illegal activity it is that’s taking place here? I’ve lived here for so long, I can’t imagine something so serious going on here,” you say.
“I understand, but unfortunately, that information is confidential. You don’t need to worry tho. This activity won’t put someone like you in any danger,” Marcus replies.
“Ok. Well, can you say who you’re looking for?” you lightly urge.
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but London is a popular area for mob activity. London’s top mobster has resurfaced. We don’t know what for or why, but we are determined to catch him this time around. His name is Tom Holland, London’s topmost dangerous mobster.”
“I see. We’ll I hope your investigation goes well. It’s late, so I’m heading to bed. You guys can help yourselves to do whatever you need. Bathroom is over there, and the fridge is full. Help yourselves,” you smile.
“Of course, thank you again, ma'am,” Marcus says.
You walk to your bedroom, opening and closing the door behind you, seeing the man standing in the middle of your room. “Hi,” you quietly laugh, walking closer to him.
“Hi,” he smirks. “They out there?”
“Yup,” you stand in front of him and wrap your hands around his torso.
“They suspect anything?”
“Of course not. You think I don’t know what I’m doing, Tommy?”
this has been in my drafts for weeks and its just been annoying me so have it - not proofread so sorry if its illegible!
Tom Holland x reader
summary: the father of the brides wedding speech
warnings: light references to smut, alcohol, mentions of grief
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“Hello everyone, I’m very pleased you could all celebrate with us on such a magical day. We are of course here in honour of the union of two people, one of which being my gorgeous daughter. I feel as though I should skip the normal father-of-the-bride speech because most of you will already know how unbelievably amazed I am by Y/n everyday. So instead… I thought I’d talk you through the story of Tom becoming my son-in-law.”
The air in the room stilled, with a collective sense of foreboding about what your dad would go on to say. None more so than you and your new husband. Both of you squirmed in your seats and you took the opportunity to grab his hand under the table. The action was meant to reassure Tom- though really you had no assurance yourself.
“Now I am sure most of you here know just how much I have resented Tom through the four painful years he has spent worming his way into my family. And, as proven by the fact we are here today - you can see my efforts to push Y/n away from him have hopelessly and tragically failed. “
The whole room laughed- if a little nervously. Except your family, the people who knew your dad incredibly well… because you could see the little grin that kept attempting to takeover his whole face- having to be consciously withheld. He was having a bit of fun, just making sure it was super awkward for Tom too. You felt yourself relax back, which only made Toms apprehension even more entertaining.
“I have, at times, been told off by multiple people for being ‘too harsh’ on Tom here. So I am using this speech as my legal statement, sworn truth under oath…. so that you can all make your individual minds up as to whether I was just being ‘an uptight old fart’ like Y/n has described me on numerous occasions. Or… if my anger and disapproval have been justified. So sit back and enjoy the reasons why I hate the spiderboy.”
So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.
“Don’t follow me.”
Not now, not ever.
That had been three weeks ago.
And it still fucking hurt like hell.
It had ended up that Yamna had taken you back to hers, where you had stayed for a couple nights. During that couple of days, Tom had tried. He had tried to apologise, tried to explain, tried to fix things. But it just wasn’t that easy.
Whatever he said, it didn’t take back from the fact that he had in that moment meant it. So no amount of sorrys could ever take that back.
So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.
“Don’t follow me.”
Not now, not ever.
That had been three weeks ago.
And it still fucking hurt like hell.
It had ended up that Yamna had taken you back to hers, where you had stayed for a couple nights. During that couple of days, Tom had tried. He had tried to apologise, tried to explain, tried to fix things. But it just wasn’t that easy.
Whatever he said, it didn’t take back from the fact that he had in that moment meant it. So no amount of sorrys could ever take that back.
After everyone had realised just how serious their situation was, Tom had moved out of your shared flat - so you could at least be in the place you were comfortable. Afterall the nursery was built in your flat and clearly it was you doing all the baby stuff for the moment. Thankfully Yamna, having been cut loose so without job, offered to move in with you. Which was probably the only thing keeping you going.
Well, that and ben and jerrys ‘phish food’. Honestly the shop must think you’re running some sort of ice cream black market at the rate you’re getting through their tubs.
Everyone kept parroting that it wasn’t good for the baby. Too much ice cream . Too much heavy lifting. Too much stress.
And yes, it probably was. But that was out of your control . The stress and lack of man in the household meant you had to do the heavy lifting of shopping from the car up the stairs. Shopping meaning ice cream, which you only depended on so much because of the stress.
It was a vicious cycle of hell.
Even Yamna, the person you were relying on keeping you sane had started walking on eggshells. It was as though you were literally about to pop, she always had to have at least half an eye on you. You were even banned from locking the toilet door - just in case.
It felt like you were a captive animal, people kept coming to observe you, giving sad looks before gleeing the scene.
You hadn’t been sleeping well either. Of course, being 3 weeks of your due date didn’t help - but neither did the lack of Tom. In fact, for the first time since shit had hit the fan, you had actually been managing to get some decent sleep when Yamna knocked on your bedroom door, quietly calling your name.
“I’m asleep” Groaning, you pulled the covers further over your head, praying to god that she’d leave you alone. But of course that wasn’t happening, she just lightly chuckled before you felt the bed dip - she had perched on the edge… Toms side.
“You never normally sleep talk.”
“I’m never normally this sleep deprived.” She sighed, whilst you still stubbornly kept your eyes closed.
“I’m sorry I woke you…. but this is important.”
“What?” Almost grunting, you threw the covers down looking up at her in anticipation. That was another thing about pregnancy - you were always on high alert, always worried.
“Toms here.”
“Tell him to f off.” Quickly you stopped caring about what your bestmate had to say.
“He’s saying that he’s the little ones dad and that he deserves to be involved and…. and I think I might agree.”
“I deserve a boyfriend who stays loyal to me so clearly neither of us are getting what we want.” You weren’t angry at Yamna and snapping at her wasn’t the answer. And yet you still did it.
“Y/n….I love you and I am completely on your side. I just think that maybe, perhaps, you should at least manage to be civil before baby arrives. Otherwise… thats going to be a lot to deal with all at once.”
It was your turn to sigh, deep and heavy (or at least as deep as the baby let). Most infuriatingly she was right. The conversation had to happen at some point. With a baby there too it would only be even more traumatic.
“He’s here now?” It only dawned on you how broken you actually sounded when the words croaked out of you.
“Yeh hunny… I didn’t let him inside so he’s standing outside the door looking like a dickhead right now.” The image cheered you up a little, enough to sit up in bed and be wrapped in Yamna’s arms. Her actions said it all, she really only meant the best for you and knew how hard this would be. After a moment she leant back. “I almost considered calling the paps so they could get a picture and label him as a groveling dick.”
“You should of.” Of course you didn’t mean it, but the answer had you both laughing. It took a minute to calm down before she changed subject slightly.
“You want me to make myself scarce? I can hide in my room or go to the shops or-“
“Text the guy from the bar - you deserve a night off ‘babysitting Y/n’ duties.”
“I’m not babys-“
“Yes you are. Go out with him and have some fun, I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeh”
That was a bare face lie - but Yamna had been almost too good to you. She really really needed a break. Especially as the current plan was she’d be helping with the newborn too. Right now you wouldn’t have wished a baby on yourself - never mind your best mate.
“Okay, get ready then babe - but do it slowly, leave him waiting outside in the cold for as long as possible.”
“Obviously.” You laughed, hauling yourself out of bed, where she gave you one more encouraging hug before leaving.
After hearing Yamna leave, and brushing your hair and throwing on a new pair of trakkies and hoodie, you slowly walked towards the door. It felt as though impending doom were on the other side and every fibre of you wanted to scream and run the other way. But it just had to happen at some point. Why not now?
With a final sharp exhale, attempting to pull yourself together, you opened the door. Immediately your heart sank, seeing nothing. Had you really been that long? And even so, was a 10 minute wait enough for him to give up? You could already feel the hormonal pregnancy tears starting to spring, when a grunt drew your attention.
What you hadn’t considered was the fact Tom was ready to camp out, sitting on the floor beside your door. Springing to his feet, he seemed shocked you’d actually opened the door - makes two of you. When Yamna left she had told him you were coming, but seeing really is believing.
“Y/n! I-I… I wasn’t sure you were ever going to answer.”
“You and me both.” You replied dryly, still leaning on the door. “Do you er…. do you want to come in?” Again he seemed shocked, as though he wasn’t sure you meant it.
“Is that-that okay?” Shrugging you just nodded, stepping back so he could get in. He did pay half the mortgage afterall.
“You want a drink?” He quickly declined your offer, not vocally but instead rushing past you to the kitchen and turning the kettle on himself.
“Your the pregnant one. Go chill on the sofa, I’ll bring you a cuppa.”
And a bit taken a back by his forcefulness you followed instructions, from the sofa watching how effortlessly he danced round the kitchen. It wasn’t shocking, it was technically his kitchen too. But seeing him there felt so alien, almost transporting you back to much much simpler times. Seemed a lifetime ago.
After a couple of minutes, he rounded the sofa with a hot chocolate in one hand for you (because caffiene is bad for the baby) and a cup of Yorkshire tea in the other.
“So… how have you been?”
“Ate a lot of ben and jerrys” You answered without really answering, except he knew you all too well.
“That bad?” He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his brow “how about the baby?”
“I don’t tend to carry an ultrasound on me but she’s been keeping me up all night kicking - so normal I guess.”
“Thats good” He spoke before realising what he said. “Sorry no I um-I don’t mean it like that!” You all but laughed in the face of his flusteredness, only making the tips of his ears go pinker.
“I assume you had something to say and that you came here for a reason rather than just pity me?”
“I want to make things right Y/n - I-I mean your having my kid.”
“OUR kid”
“ Exactly! And-and I love you too and-“
“Bullshit” You may have murmured it under your breath but you had intended for him to hear.
“Oh come one Y/n, you know that!”
It was like the man was asking to be yelled at.
“Don’t sit there trying to patronise me! I THOUGHT i knew it but then I saw you all over another girl. So yes, I’m calling bullshit.”
“Ugh I… If your not going to even try to hear me out then…”
“Then what Tom? You gonna kick me out. I mean this is your flat after all! Maybe you’d like to dump the mother of your unborn child homeless on the street and forget about us - how’d that sound? I’m sure your fans would blindly applaud you.”
“Listen! Please would you just listen to me.” His voice was loud and tone harsh, making you flinch a little. Not because you were ever worried he’d hurt you - but how this wave of uncomfort shuddered through your body, baby even squirming in discontent. So focused on that you just nodded, shifting back into the sofa.
Tom had noticed your reaction and seeing you seemingly scared of him like that, well it broke his heart. Even more.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to shout, I just…. I really need to try and fix this.” He leaned closer, letting out a thankful breath when you just nodded, as if to say go on.
“I’ve really really missed you… these past couple of weeks I’ve never felt so gulity in my life. Not because of what I did! Well yeh that but-but more how much it hurt you and-“
“Fuck.”
You couldn’t help but let out that little curse of pain as a new wave of pain, which seemed to originate from your lower back, shuddered through you. Tom looked up from where his eyes had been nervously wringing his palms whilst he spoke. Rubbing a hand over your belly you shook your head and motioned for him to continue.
She was just kicking really really hard. Right?
“Uhm yeh so I just wanted to properly tell you everything that happened that night so at least we are on the same page? A-And I’m not going to try and use this an excuse but I had been drinking so-“
Seemingly baby disliked the end of that sentence too, causing another rippling wave to echo through your body, feeling as though a band was pressing tightly round your stomach. With another small curse it forced you to stand up, in the hope that’d ease her. Clearly she was as done with his shit as you were.
“Need a water.” You muttered, already waddling to the kitchen, where you heard Tom follow you immediately - like an inpatient dog.
“Y/n sit down I can-“
He was silenced by you freezing and grabbing his arm tightly - a physical contact he hadn’t been expecting from you.
“Tom… get your phone.” You spoke slowly, still not having dared to have moved an inch - fingers almost white from how tightly you were squeezing his forearm.
“Wha-are you-are you okay?”
“I think my waters just broke. Get the phone. Now.”
~~~ feedback is really appreciated + would love to know what u think as still in the process of writing so can be guided / helped by asks !!! ~~~
|| author’s note: this was highly requested… thanks for the patience. :)
The tickle of hair being brushed behind your ear, caused you to slightly stir in sleep. Hot breath fanned your cool cheek, exposed ear and neck. Soft lips skim along your neck, the warm skin from the tip of a nose following in its slightly wet trail. Your eyebrows furrow briefly in response to being slowly pulled out of unconsciousness, yet your eyes remain closed and facial features are otherwise relaxed.
A delicate kiss is placed just behind your ear, and another on the lobe - before it’s gently tugged by teeth and taken into a warm, wet, and welcoming mouth. Low moans crawl their way up your throat, past the dryness of sleep, and nearly escape past your parted lips.
The sucking on your ear is accompanied with an acutely callus hand around your revealed waist, pulling at the hip to turn you. As you limply roll onto your back, the mouth moves with the motion, and releases your ear; kissing its way along your jaw. It travels from your chin, hovering over your lips briefly before kissing your eyelids, nose, and cheeks.
Two hands are now on either side of you, and the bed dips with the shifting weight above you. The sound of lips kissing and sucking at your neck, fill the otherwise silent room, and once those lips attach onto your sweet spot you instinctively respond vocally.
“Oh god,” you moan. It’s a rough, low, moan that’s come from deep within your throat. Naturally your head tilts back to give easier access to the spot that drives you crazy. Your eyelids flutter, and you trap your bottom lip underneath your top row of teeth.
“Mhm, is my girl finally awake?” A raspy voice mumbles against the skin of your neck, beckoning you to open your eyes. Initially flinching at the early morning sun, you blink a few times to adjust before focusing on the beautiful face hovering above yours. Tom’s skin was practically beaming from the golden glow of the sun, which highlighted his features and chestnut hair in the most spectacular way - making you feel less than adequate in contrast to him.
His head was tilted to the side in the most adorable Tom-kinda-way, and your lips curved up in a lazy smile. “There she is.” He approved, leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth.
“Hi.” You cooed, reaching a hand up to brush his fallen curls off of his forehead. Surprising you, he takes your wrist in his hand and kisses your palm several times before releasing it. That same hand reaches down and strokes your cheek, running its knuckles along it.
“Sorry I woke you… you just looked so damn beautiful.” Tom sighs in awe. Hooking your arms around his neck, you chuckle through your nose. “You’re not too bad yourself, you know?”
Using your arms, you pull him down into a kiss. He leans into your mouth, adding more force to the kiss, and he slides his hands further up the bed so his body dips flush against yours. His tongue teases your lips, asking for permission, which you grant; almost immediately regretting doing so when you taste the minty freshness of his mouth in contrast to yours. Nevertheless, his tongue greedily spills into your mouth, tasting and exploring every inch of it. A small moan that he releases vibrates the inside of your mouth, erasing any preceding insecurities.
One of Tom’s hands slides down to your knees, separating them with a gentle push, and wedging his hips between your legs. His sweatpant-clad bulge presses against your clothed heat, and your hips respond immediately bucking up into it. Another moan falls into your mouth, which encourages you to continue grinding yourself into him.
His hips press roughly into yours, desperate for more contact, as you run yourself along his length; groaning loudly when your clit makes contact with his tip through the thin fabric of your panties. You break away from the kiss, gasping in precious air, as Tom busies himself with your neck - kissing you in the spots he had before. You can feel his growing erection underneath the concentration of your grinding, and the stutter of his hips tells you it’s driving him crazy.
“Jesus, I need you. Now.” Tom hisses, ripping away from your neck and sitting back on his knees. With one swift motion, he grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head, discarding it on the floor. Idly, you bask in the presence of the beautiful image that is a shirtless Tom, as his fingers hook into the sides of your panties, and pull them hurriedly down your legs, tossing them along side his shirt on the floor.
Shifting his sweats down enough to expose his erection, he resettles between your legs, aligning himself with your hips. Using one hand to hold himself up, the other guides himself into you, easily sinking in as deep as he can go - your body naturally welcoming him. “Mhmm, fuck.” You groan, reaching out and grasping onto his biceps, squeezing tightly.
Tom readjusts himself so his weight is proped onto his elbows, one of his hands grabs yours, intertwining your fingers, while the other cups your chin; angling you appropriately before kissing you with fever.
His thrusts are slow yet deep, and they manage to hit your g-spot with every precise motion. Using your free hand, you tangle your fingers in Tom’s hair - briefly noting and appreciating its natural, soft and sleek state - pulling roughly at the loose curls. He groans in response, pulling away from the kiss, resting his face in the crook of your neck which he bites softly.
Your eyes flutter shut, allowing you to become more heighten aware of the pleasure inside you, and your insides clench around Tom in response. He moans a faint “darling” into the soft skin of your neck, and lets out a brief spew of profanities as your legs, which are around his waist, begin to tremble.
“God, you’re so sexy-” he breathes, as he lifts his face to yours again, “even this early in the morning.” You can’t help but grin at the compliment, and kiss him everywhere on his face.
Tom’s hand that had found its way around your neck, squeezes it gently a few times, before falling down, trailing its fingertips over your smooth, senstitive skin until they reach your clit. Thrusting your hips in response, he begins circling it with enough needed pressure to send you over the brink of your orgasm.
It hits you like a tsunami wave, unexpectedly and harshly crashing over your entire body, causing your back to arch and toes to curl. Tom’s thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his own climax, his grip on your hand tightening - knuckles a visible sheet of white.
“Oh, babe.” Tom sighs contentedly, collapsing onto of you, resting his forehead against yours. Your hand continues to run through his hair, soothing him into relaxation as the two of you catch your breath. You lay like this for what feels like an eternity, a peacefully perfect eternity that you’d die happy knowing you’d remain in forever.
Eventually Tom shifts, pulling himself out of you, causing you to wince slightly, and he takes his hand from yours, using it to brush hair stuck to your sweaty forehead back into place. “So pretty.” He whispers, almost absentmindedly, as he examines your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.
Both your hands fall to his cheeks, pulling him down into a slow, sweet, sensual kiss. “I love you.” You mumble against his lips. You feel his smile, before he pulls back to look at you, a grin splitting his face nearly into two.
“I love you too, princess. More than you know.” It’s such a sweet sentiment, you can’t help but giggle. Kissing him again, falling more and more in love with him every time you do so. You were in deep, and there was no way you could pull yourself back out, not even if you wanted to… especially if you had more mornings like this.
|| author’s note: never forget the time when tom was asked to choose between french fries or french kiss, and homeboy said french kiss!
Never in your life, had you felt more relaxed. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow across the snow covered lawn, and the polished wood floor of the cabin you were staying at. Occasionally, the wood in the fireplace would crackle, causing splinters to fall out of order.
The warmth from the fire spread through the cabin, enclosing itself around you. After a filling gourmet dinner, that Tom had so graciously prepared for the two of you, you were snuggled against his side on the sofa. One of his hands stroked your hair rhythmically, while the other played with your fingers.
Your feet were tucked securely underneath him, and with your free hand you were drawing imaginary shapes on his clad chest. The two of you just lay there, in comfortable silence, while your food settled.
“Where did you learn to cook so well?” You asked, tracing the outline of his collarbones with your index finger. You could sense his smile.
“My dad’s a real good cook, so’s my mum, I guess I’ve just unintentionally picked up things over the years.” He responds after a beat, the vibration of his voice rattling underneath your ear.
“Well, dinner was delicious,” you mumble, lifting your head to kiss him, “thank you.” Placing a swift peck on his lips, you move to pull away, but Tom’s hand comes up to stroke your cheek - beckoning you for another kiss. “You’re more than welcome,” he murmurs against your lips, before pressing his into yours.
With each peck, your lips become harder to pull away, slowly molding together. Running his hand from your hair, down to the back of your neck, he holds you in place as your mouth opens wider for the kiss. Taking the invitation, he slides his tongue into your mouth, teasing its way along yours.
You moan quietly at the contact, and pull yourself so you’re almost completely on top of him, entangling your hands into his soft hair. Tentatively, your tongue slips out, and runs itself along his. This is not the first time you’ve kissed like this, but each time you still find yourself amazed by the fact, that he tastes every bit as good as he looks.
As your tongue massages against his, coaxing a few faint groans out of him, you feel him growing restless, as his hands snake down your body to grip your backside. Slowly shoving you over, so you’re on your back, Tom shifts so he’s hovering over you - never breaking the contact of the kiss. At this angle, his tongue is able to dive deeper into your mouth, and it does, sampling ever inch of you.
Tom’s kisses have always had a way of captivating you, it was if the world stopped and started with your mouth. His tongue could be so forceful, yet tentative. Slow, yet quick-paced and calculated. It knew its way around your mouth, and just what way to stroke you to have you putty in his hands.
In desperate need for air, you pull away from the kiss, and Tom occupies his mouth on your exposed neck. The sound of his lips suckling on your skin, and your labored breathing fill the silence in the room - adding to the intensity of the heat from the fireplace.
Your hands move into his hair, briefly urging him on, before running down his shoulders. Silently noting, and praising, the feel of them flexing underneath your palms. “Babe,” Tom breathes against your skin, “you’re so fuckingpretty.”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull his body flush against yours, as his lips return their attention to your mouth. “I (kiss), love, (kiss), you, (kiss).” You whisper against his mouth, grabbing his bottom lip between your teeth and tugging it down gently.
“I love you too.” He grunts, before kissing you fervously - pouring all his need, appreciation, and love into it. As his tongue dances with yours, and his hips lightly grind into you, you can no longer contain the desire clawing it’s way through you.
Without breaking contact with his lips, you reach for the hem of his shirt and pull upwards; briefly parting from the kiss, so you can pull it over his head. Once his lips are back on yours, his hands find their way underneath your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra.
“I think,” he exhales against your swollen lips, “it’s time for dessert.”
You smirk up at him, running a hand through his make out-tousled hair. “You’re in luck.” He smiles knowingly down at you. “Dessert is my specialty.”
|| summary: waking tom up in an extra special way ;)
|| author’s note: sorry i’ve been away for sooo long. school’s been hectic. hope you guys are still alive!
An impending call from your balder, had woken you up at 6a.m on one of the few saturdays you actually get off. The air was brisk from the balcony door, Tom had absentmindedly left open that night; making climbing out of the comfort of your warm bed, to satisfy your balder, all that more difficult.
Wandering back into the bedroom, you quickly slid underneath the sheets and snuggled into Tom’s warm backside, causing him to shift. “Christ, you’re freezing.” Tom grumbled out from the side of his pillow, slightly muffling his words.
“Not my fault you left the door open.” You retort, shivering against him, and tucking your feet securely underneath his legs. Sighing sleepily, Tom turns to face you, opening his arms and allowing you to crawl further into his warm embrace. His t-shirt clad chest, was a welcome contrast to the chilled blankets on your side of the bed, that had cooled in your brief absence.
Resting your head in the crook of his neck, Tom wraps his arms around you, stroking your backside lazily. “Sorry.” He mumbles drowsily. You kiss his neck in response, letting him know it’s okay. The flush you feel spread across his skin, under your lips, is an encouraging feeling; espically because it’s very apparent that he’s fallen back asleep - which means his body instinctively responds to your touch like this.
Biting your lip, you get an awfully delicious idea in your head. Despite the quiet snores now coming from Tom, you lean forward and begin kissing Tom’s neck - sucking at his sweet spot, which is just along his jugular. You feel Tom’s hips shift forward slightly, and he stirs, his faint snoring dissipating. While sucking, your tongue slips out and slides along his warm skin.
A low groan claws its way up Tom’s throat, begging to be released. “Darling,” Tom breathes, “what are y-you doing?” Pulling back slightly, you watch as Tom’s eyes flutter, but remain shut, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Apologizing for waking you with my cold feet.” Returning your attention to his neck, you kiss along his adams apple, up to his jaw, then across it to his lips. His mouth had fallen open slightly, giving you easy access to his warm, wet mouth. Moaning in surprise, Tom’s soft lips move against yours, while his tongue slides out to meet yours, sliding against its sides - dancing with it.
You revel in what a good kisser he is, even this early in the morning, and slip your hands underneath his shirt; briefly massaging against his skin before pushing lightly, so he turns onto his back. Never breaking the contact of the kiss, you climb over his body, straddling his waist, while your tongues coax moans out of one another.
Tom’s hands instinctively reach out to grip your waist, squeezing your ass gently, before sliding up under your shirt to stroke your backside. Breaking away from the kiss for air, you allow Tom to busy himself on your neck; spreading wet, needy kisses along it, while you catch your breath.
“Sofucking beautiful. A damn angel.” Tom praises in between kisses, his lips quickly trailing back up to your mouth, desperate for more. Before his lips can meet yours, you begin sliding down his body, noting the feeling of his growing erection as you do so.
Hitching up his shirt, you begin kissing along his abdomen, working your way down to his pelvis. Tom shifts eagerly beneath your lips, anticipating what he knows is going to follow. Glancing up at him, you find his eyes on you, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
The look of hunger that’s spread into his, now, smoldering brown eyes, causes you to instinctively squeeze your thighs together - your own hunger sprouting up inside you.
Your lips dance their way across the waistline of his sweats, from hipbone to hipbone, beckoning him to squirm even more. Tugging his sweats down a tantalizingly short amount, you continue to kiss and lick your way across his v-line. As your eyes wander up to watch him, his head falls back, your hands begin massaging his thighs; just nearing his erection, but never actually touching it.
“Baby, please. Fuck.” Tom huffs, clearly riled up and even more yearnful for your mouth on him. Deciding on giving him what he wants, but making sure to tease him some more, you tug his sweats down to his mid thigh, and begin kissing your way back up them. Your hand reaches forward to cup his balls, massaging them in your hand.
“Holy,” Tom groans loudly, and throws his head back against the pillows with evident force. Your other hand comes up and strokes him gently a few times, before you lower your mouth and kiss his crown; then take him into your mouth - as far down as you can do. “Shit.” Tom seethes between clenched teeth, resisting the urge to buck himself further into your mouth.
Your head begins bobbing up and down on him, your free hand stroking what you can’t take in your mouth, while the other comes up to his thigh in attempt to steady yourself on him. Pulling your lips back, you very lightly graze your teeth along him, mixing that sensation with the soft swirl of your tongue. Tom’s hips buck in response, pushing him to the back of your throat, a spurt of precum releasing in response.
“Sorry, sorry. Fuck, just, oh my god- just do that again. Please.” Tom whimpers, his hands fisting into the bedsheets. You comply, repeating the process multiple times. Tom growls low in his throat, as he tries to contain his moan.
Pulling him out of your mouth briefly, you lick up the sides of him, from the base to the tip. “Tom, I wanna hear you.” You coo, hesitating to pull him back into your mouth. “Okay?”
He nods, eyes closed and head thrown back, his knuckles a white sheet as he waits for you to continue. “Okay.” He pants, shifting beanthe you. Grabbing one of his hands, you lift it up to your hair. “It turns me on when you pull it.” You murmur, peaking up at him through your lashes.
He smirks down at you, holding your stare as you pull him back into your mouth. As you continue the same process as before, Tom’s hand intermediately tugs your hair, roughly pulling at the roots; in response to your steady pace.
Helping guide you, he finds a desirable pace and continues to hold your head steady while he slow slides himself in and out of your mouth; watching you the entire time.
“So good,” he pants, “you… your mouth is so fucking good.” His pace quickens as he feels himself nearing the edge, and you support yourself on his thighs with both hands.
“God, of fuck, yes.” Tom’s hips sloppily ride himself through his orgasm as he cums in your mouth. Desperately trying to swallow all of it, you pull him out of your mouth and lick him clean.
Before you can wipe your mouth, Tom pulls you up his body by your shoulders, and kisses you headily. His tongue not hesitating to slip into your mouth, despite him begin able to taste himself. “You are perfect.” He praises against your lips, causing you to smile. “I try.”
You slide off him, laying on your side next to him, while he pulls up his sweats. “Well, one things for damn sure.” He breathes, turning to face you. “And what’s that?”
