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
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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.
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.
Being an actress in a tv show is nerve-wracking, and being the star is even worse. Well, you had both. It’s your first time staring in a tv series, not to mention the show is meant to send a message. It’s one about the teen mental health statements. Like 13 Reasons Why and Euphoria. You’re a nervous wreck. But you’re a professional, and what they say is true, do something enough, you get used to it, and you did. Within no time, not much about it fazed you.
Something that helped through it all is Tom. He’s supportive and awesome, and you couldn’t ask for a better husband. “When will you tell me about your show?” Tom mumbles, pulling your body close to him. You told him the bare minimum about your show. Stuff like you’re in high school, it’s not for kids, and you definitely think he’ll like it.
Anytime he asked to know more, you always said either he has to wait for it to come out like everyone else, or promise not to spoil anything, then he can come with you to the set and watch you during shooting. “You know the answer, Tom.” You laugh and snuggle into his chest.
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
“hi vogue! this is y/n, I just woke up and let’s spend twenty four hours together!” you said smiling as tom shuffled into frame, his eyes crinkled as he smiled and waved the camera, “and that’s tom who’s also gonna be a lot in this video cause we live together.” you continued as tom leaned in to kiss your cheek, the kiss lingered just like the smile on your lips.
the video cut to the a black screen with the words ‘24 hrs with y/n l/n, ft tom holland’ written in italics with purple color before cutting to you, now standing in the bathroom with a silk robe on.
“so the first thing i like to do after getting up is take a quick shower and do my skincare to just wake myself up and like feel a little good about myself so that’s exactly what we are gonna do now” you spoke to the camera.
“aww are you gonna shower without me?” tom said, whining comically.
“yes, i am” you said, looking into the camera disgusted. “anyways, i will see you guys after our shower!”
You stood a few feet away from him, and he couldn’t even bother trying to hide the way he was ogling you.
The way your nipples were poking through your shirt had his fingers twitching to pinch them.
Fuck.
He took a deep breathe, trying to calm himself. Balling his fists up at his sides.
It was cold outside the cabin the two of you were residing in for the mission you’d just completed, and apparently inside too.
“Peter, dinners almost ready” you smile sweetly at him and he bites the inside of his cheek at the way blood is already rushing to his cock.
But how could he help it? It was just so domestic, you cooking for him. You didn’t have to, you did it because you wanted to. Because you cared about him, but as a friend. Peter has to remind himself. And friends don’t cross certain boundaries.
But with the way your hair fell around your face as you fixed him a plate had him wanting to web swing right over all those god forsaken boundaries.
“I hope you like it, I’ve only made this dish a few times…” you chirp hopefully and Peter’s stomach churns with affection. You were so cute.
“I’m sure I’m gonna love it Y/N, you’re too good to me” Peter thanks you as you both sit down to eat. You blush at his kind words, you were going to make dinner for yourself. Of course you’d make some for him as well, he was one of your closest friends and favorite team mate.
“I’ll cook for you anytime Pete” you grin, taking your first bite and he follows suit. He doesn’t know what was better, how amazing the food tasted or the sound of you promising to cook for him whenever he wanted.
He groans as his mouth explodes with a mixture of delicious flavors. You find yourself blushing again at the sound of it, rumbling low in his chest.
His brown hair sitting in perfect loose curls on his head. Peter had always been attractive, but now he’s grown up. Broader shoulders, and a more muscular frame made for a way more confident man, assertive almost.
Peter took note of your red cheeks, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Mmmph, this is amazing Y/N” he compliments you. And he wasn’t lying, you were an amazing cook.
“I’m glad you like it…” you hum. The way you were beaming at him made a feeling of guilt wash over him once again for what he was about to do.
You and Peter had done dozens of missions together, you had a mutual trust. Peter was the genius, you let him handle certain things and you others. Of course you were smart, and read the mission reports etc…but sometimes on a quick retrieval trip like the one you were on now; you didn’t always bother with all the details.
On this trip Peter had paid attention to all the details, like the fact that one of the things you had retrieved was an aphrodisiac from Asgard.
“Let me grab us some drinks” Peter offers, standing before you could even respond. He sighs, pouring you both glasses of wine and the aphrodisiac into yours.
Peter knows he’s betraying your trust by doing this. But he needs you. Every part of him yearns for you. As he sets the glasses down on the table, he prays one day you can forgive him.
“Mmm, is it a bit chilly in here or just me?” You question, taking a sip of your wine. Peter nods in agreement, heart hammering in his chest as he watches you drink.
“Yeah, it is kind of cold” he adds, playing it off and keeping his demeanor calm and collected. This is what he had to do to have you.
You drink and joke, no longer feeling the cold from outside like you did before. Actually; you were getting pretty warm.
Your eyes fall shut as a surge of heat rushes through you, quickly passing. You try to brush it off, but soon your find yourself gripping the table when something stirs deep in your belly. You stifle a moan, curling over to conceal yourself as your face contorts at the random feelings of pleasure.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Peter feigns innocence to your condition, knowing very well what was happening to you. Of course he did his research. He’d never want to hurt you. You’d just finally have that extra push into his arms that he needed.
“I’m fine“ you try to lie, lifting your head up only to be cut off by another burst of pleasure that had your jaw dropping in a gasp.
“Peter..” you whimper, eyes locking with his and he’s next to you in seconds.
“Let’s get you in bed” he suggests, and you agree. You strip down to your tank top and underwear, body still growing hotter and hotter. You couldn’t bother to feel ashamed right now.
Of course you’d been horny but you’d never felt like this before. Your core was practically clenching around nothing at this point and you were counting down the seconds until Peter left so you could shove your hand into your panties and make yourself cum. But Peter had other plans.
He takes off his own shirt, climbing into the bed next to you and pulling you too him. Your body screams in welcome at the contact from a man as handsome as him. But he was a friend; and more importantly your teammate. Sleeping with him was off limits, no matter how wet your pussy was. Or how good he felt pressed against you.
“Peter I could be contagious! What are you doing?” You try your best to scare him off, brain only working at partial capacity at this point. It was taking actual effort to keep yourself from rubbing against him.
“I’m taking care of you” he coos, hand coming up to rest on your side.
“I’m not that kind of sick, you can go I promise” you respond with words, but your body leans into his touch.
“What kind of sick are you then Y/N” he asks, hand sliding up until it sits right under your curve of your breast.
You’re sure he doesn’t realize, certain his hands have the intentions of simply making you feel better. But still your thighs grow sticky with wetness from the feel of them.
“Let me help you Y/N” he whispers, voice laced with something dangerous.
His hand goes up even further until his groping your breast and you hum at how nice his big hand feels.
“Fuck, you’re perfect” he groans, flicking your nipple through your shirt and your hips jerk at the how good it feels. Peter smirks, doing it again and you can’t help squeak.
“Peter, stop. We can’t!” You feel yourself have a moment of clarity, this was too much.
“What’s wrong? It’s supposed to feel good if someone plays with your nipples” he answers, leaning in to kiss your neck and both hands now tweaking your nipples.
Your hands go to his shoulders to push him off, but before you can his actions have you succumbing to power of the aphrodisiac again.
“Peter please…” you find yourself begging and Peter bites down on your neck before sucking a bruise into it.
“Please what, baby?” He asks, kissing down the column of your throat and making quick work of your shirt so he can bury his face in your chest.
“More” is all you can choke out as his mouth wraps around your nipple.
Your panties are next to go, his hands eager to get rid of them. He’d dreamed of this.
He runs a finger down your folds, letting his digit get coated by your wetness. He switches nipples as he pushes his first finger into you.
“Oh fuckkk” you drawl, hips bucking at the welcomed intrusion. He chuckles adding another finger, and he grunts at how tight you are.
“So fucking right; even just around my fingers” he breathes finally coming up from your tits to kiss your mouth. His lips were soft but you could feel the strength behind them. He lead and you followed.
“…be even tighter around your cock” you pull away from the kiss breathlessly and Peter takes out his fingers to gently smack your pussy.
“I can only imagine” he quips and you reach your hands up tangle in his thick hair,
“Don’t imagine it, fuck me” you tilt your face up to kiss him again. It’s all tongue and teeth as Peter kicks down his pants and boxers.
“Anything you want baby”
And then he’s pushing his hard cock into you. Your back arches, and Peters arms reach under you to pull you as close to him as possible.
He thrusts sharply, dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Your nipples rub against his bare chest, the sound of skin slapping skin echos through the room.
You can barely catch your breath at how good everything feels, and your toes curl as you feel your orgasm approaching.
“Cum for me Y/N” he hums, pressing his lips yours and you struggle to kiss him back as your high washes over you.
Your hips jerk in pleasure, walls contracting around him and bringing him to his own peak. He fills you up, grunting you name as he spills inside of you.
Peter breathes heavily, burying his face in your neck as you both come down.
So much for boundaries.
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this is the most different thing I’ve ever written, let me know if y’all want more like this just tryna to ease my way into some darker stuff!
Your fellow avenger and friend Peter hears you coughing in your room, of course the superhero in him had to come make sure you were alright
Eyes closed in pure relaxation, music playing from your tv and a blunt burning your hand; you think this must be the closest thing to heaven on Earth there is.
You take another pull, coughing a bit at the burn in your throat. But it’s worth it to experience the way the music sounds especially beautiful to your ears right now. To have all the anxiety of the day melt away just from inhaling.
You smile to yourself, hitting the blunt again and once again coughing. Fuck, you gotta take a smaller hit you reprimand yourself internally with a giggle, but you quickly go silent at the sound of approaching footsteps.
You scramble to hide your lighter and all other evidence of your recreational drug use as you hear a knock on your door.
“Y/N, you’ve been coughing all night; are you okay? Do you have a cold?”
You almost sigh in relief at the sound of Peter Parker’s concerned voice from behind your door.
“Is something burning? Y/N, open up!” He calls impatiently now and you cover your mouth at his naiveness. For a genius he sure could be slow.
He must’ve finally put two and two together when he exclaims, “oh my god! are you smoking weed?” just pushing open your door at this point and you gasp.
“Geez, Peter are you gonna announce it to the whole compound? Shut the door!” You whisper yell.
He steps in and closes the door behind him, making himself right at home in your bed.
“Ummm, I did not say for you to get in my bed Pete! I’m having a….self care night.” You explain and he rolls his eyes.
“Wow, what if I wanted to join your smoke sesh?” He asks almost too seriously and you raise an eyebrow.
“Since when does Spider-Man smoke weed?”
“I like to drink. But sometimes with my spider senses, I don’t like how being drunk makes me feel. But a joint every now then helps me relax” he shrugs. You can’t help but soften at the somewhat personal confession. Of course the team were all pretty close, but its hard to talk about how your powers and obligations can affect you.
You pull the blunt out again, handing it to him with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows. You grab the lighter and he takes it too.
The glow of the flame illuminates his face for a moment and you watch him as he takes his first pull. You’re still high, and can’t help but study him. The way his big hands looked holding the lighter. How pretty his hair was.
He smirks when he catches you staring.
“Take a picture Y/N, it’ll last longer” he jokes
as he exhales. Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.
He passes the blunt back to you.
“Why do you smoke?” He asks, his soft brown eyes watching you with care.
You shrug, in similar fashion to him.
“I dunno, why does anyone? I like being high”
Peter laughs a little, “That’s why I like you….”
You don’t don’t know why those five words have such an effect on you.
“You like me?” You can’t help but ask, feeling incredibly dumb afterwards.
Peter shifts to be closer to you, “I really do actually. When I heard you coughing, I was gonna try to swoop in and take care of you in your hour of need. But this even better, and I’m glad you’re not sick” he confesses.
And your stuck with a silly grin, body buzzing from THC and excitement alike.
He reaches out a hand to grab the blunt from you, and you expect him to to take another hit. Instead he ashes it and places it on the nightstand.
He leans forward, “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’re even prettier when you’re high” his voice whispers, a little gruffer now.
And he meant every word. The way your eyes got lower every time you took a puff had his dick already half hard. And fuck, he wanted to commit the smell of you to memory.
“Maybe it’s the weed…” you giggle, “…but I really wanna fuck you”
Peter feels his body go into overdrive at your words, every fiber of his being telling him to fill you up right then.
“Is it just the weed?” He hums, placing a hand on your thigh, thumb stroking the exposed skin there. You shake your head, climbing into his lap and his hands immediately relocate to your waist.
“Nah, I’ve wanted to fuck your for a while actually Spider-Boy” you tease, rocking your hips against him and he pulls you even tighter.
“It’s Spider-Man” he corrects you before finally pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back like it’s the last the last thing you’d ever do, his mouth sweet from the berry fusion wrap you’d smoked. You feel yourself grow wetter with each passing second, whining against him.
“I wanna ride you” you pant, finally breaking away from the kiss and Tom groans, making quick work of both of your underwear and his own.
“Fuck, you can do anything you want” he replies and you push him back against the bed. He looked so good lying there beneath you, and you can’t can’t him inside of you fast enough.
Peter sits up on his elbows to watch you sink down on his dick, jaw going slack at feeling of your wetness squeezing him just right.
“Oh my god, Pete, I can feel you so deep” you moan once you’re finally settled and he can barely string the words together enough to speak.
“Take you shirt off, please” he grunts and you comply, pulling your top over your head slowly. Only breaking eye contact when the shirt breaks your line of vision. You can feel his dick throb inside of you as his eyes falls to your tits, wasting no time taking them in his hands and massaging.
Your hips start moving almost on their own accord at the feel of his big hands on your breasts. You take your first tentative bounce, already feeling the first traces of pleasure at the way he filled you so perfectly.
Peter’s fingers find your nipples, playing with and pinching them as you bounce harder on top of him. Your own hands steady yourself on his strong chest, continuing your movements. Something about it turned you on so much. Spider-Man himself beneath you, fucking you. Letting you use him to make yourself cum.
You feel your high approaching, hips stuttering. Peters brown curls were beginning to stick to his forehead, damp with sweat. So handsome.
He can tell you’re close, hands moving to grip your ass and help you grind against him.
“I’m so close Pete…” you whisper, voice needy and Peter plants his feet in the mattress; hips thrusting upwards to fuck up into you.
You gasp as he pounds you from below, head falling forward and you can’t even warn him before you’re coming all over his cock.
You shake above him, and Peter is mesmerized by the way you look. He pushes into you slower now, but still deep as he feels his own orgasm washing over him.
You and Tom have been more than friends but less than lovers for a while now. You’re afraid of love but he wants you to stay the night….
You stretch next to Tom, sitting up in his bed. He had almost fallen asleep, but shifts when he feels you move. He wraps his arms around your waist and you sigh.
“Tom you know I have to leave..” you say, removing his hands from their grip on you. You move to grab your clothes but he stops you.
“No you don’t.”
He whispers grimly, and this was the part you dreaded every time you came over here. You and Tom had met long ago, friendship turning into something just a little more when the two of you began sneaking into one another’s beds. You knew Tom had feelings for you, and you wouldn’t deny that you felt for him too. But you wouldn’t let your heart get broken again.
Especially not by him. You’d never be able to escape the memory of him, seeing his face every time one of his movies came out and through all of your mutual friends. It was just too much.
“I want you to stay Y/N. So stay” he admits gently, taking your hand in his. You shake your head, why couldn’t he just let you leave.
“Tom, maybe we should stop seeing each other like this” you whisper, watching his face change at your words.
“Y/N, no. I don’t understand, don’t you want more than just sex? Because I do, I want you. All of you. I’m not ashamed to say that I care for you, and I know you care about me too. So why are you holding back from me; from us?”
You turn towards the man staring at you so intensely you almost melt under his gaze.
“Tom, I just can’t handle another heartbreak right now. And I value you so much as person and a friend. I don’t want to lose that.” You explain, even though something deep inside you was begging for you to just give him a chance.
“Babe, pain and heartbreak are a part of life. You can’t let fear prevent you from enjoying and experiencing new things…like maybe a relationship with me-“ he adds in with small chuckle and you smile.
“But Y/N I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make sure that you don’t get hurt”
“It’s not that simple” you argue and Tom pulls you down onto the bed.
“It could be..” he whispers, climbing on top of you. He uses your nakedness to his advantage, kissing the exposed skin of your chest. Your body shivers at the feeling of his lips on your skin, eyes falling shut when he takes your nipple into his mouth. His tongue rolls over the hard bud and you shiver.
“Tom…” you murmur his name and he looks up at you.
“Just let me take care of you” his voice washes over you, words twisting something deep in your core.
He slides down, breathe fanning over the most sensitive part of you.
His licks up your folds, pausing and sucking when he gets to your clit. You squeal and reach down to grab his hair, still sensitive from your previous activities.
You tug at his hair and he hums, your hips jerking at the vibration it sends through your core. Toms hands caress yours sides before gripping your wriggling hips to keeps you in place.
“Stay still and let me taste you darling” he whispers, breath fanning over your wet pussy and you can’t help but whimper.
“Be a good girl so I can put my fingers in, you gonna stay still for me?” He asks and you nod because how could you say no to anything he asked when he looked so fucking good between your legs.
He leans forward and kisses your clit when you nod, letting go of you with one of his hands. You can feel the tip of his finger at your hole and you put all your effort into being still as he slides one of his long fingers inside of you. He quickly adds another, curling the long digits as he pumps them in and out.
“Fuck, Tom!” You cry out, eyes shut in pleasure.
You feel that tug low in your belly as he works you open.
“Doing such a good job for me baby” he praises you before attaching his mouth back to your pussy. Your toes curl as your orgasm hits you, unable to stop the way your body shakes as you cum on Toms face.
Tom keeps his mouth on you through the whole thing and you have to push his head away when you finally come down.
You’re still trying to catch your breath when Tom comes up to look at you,
“I want you, more than this” Tom reminds you with a kiss, you feel drunk on him.
His soft hair tickles your forehead and his hands come up to cup your face. The weight of him on top you feels so right and everything in that moment was bliss.
You were scared of getting hurt, but if you could have more moments like this? Then you knew trying with Tom would be worth it.
“I want you too Tom…” you tell him, wrapping your arms around him “…let’s try”
“Thank you…” was all he whispered, lining himself up with your entrance.
Your head falls backwards the second he pushes into you, nails digging into his shoulders. He fucks you like he has something to prove, his sharp, deep thrusts hitting all the right spots.
“Fuck babe!” You moan out when he pushes one of your legs up and your toes curl at the new angle.
You finally gather yourself enough to look up at him, body glistening with sweat and face contorted in pleasure. You can’t help but moan at sight, boosting Toms ego.
“You look so pretty. Looking up at me while I fuck you” he grunts, pounding you even harder now. You wrap both your legs around his waist, feeling yourself grow close. The brunette reaches down to rub your clit and then your orgasm is washing over you.
“I’m gonna cum Y/N” Tom pants, and you clench your walls around him.
“Cum for me Tommy ” you hum, voice completely sexed out before licking his earlobe and he’s done for.
Toms hips stutter as he spills into you and you rock your hips against him until he’s finished.
He catches his breath, looking at you with a smile.
“Did you mean what you said?” He asks and you nod sleepily.
“I did, but can we talk about it in the morning? I’m tired” you giggle and Tom moves to get off of you but you pull him back down. He settles on top of you with a grin.
“So your staying?”
“I’m gonna stay, Tom”
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so much going on rn the fandoms are eating remember my inbox is always open & I love u!
hello everyone im back(ish)!! things have been a bit chaotic but I have missed all the talent on here. also thankyou all so so much for 900!!! nearly fainted when I saw that ;) so have a little teaser of a one shot I got done x
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“I was gonna phone dad in the break if you fancy-“
“No abso-fucking-lutely not. Have you not seen the messages about his laptop breaking? I’m not listening to him rant about that for hours and hours on end.”
“You make him sound unbearable!”
“Tom, your the eldest child. You should’ve learnt this by now.”
“He’s just passiona-“
“He loves a moan! Just for the love of god don’t tell him I’m here and do be prepared for me to say I told you so.” The younger brother gleamed as he opened the door to his brothers (and therefore his too) trailer.
Toms newest project had been filming in Atlanta on the big Sony sets for nearly 2 months, which meant they hadn’t seen the family in that long either. True to his word though, without fail, he would always find time to call home. Something which especially recently, had been the most necessary - to keep him sane. It hadn’t been the easiest, so Tom had fallen on his most reliable support much more often.
“When did you become a moody 16 year old again?” Tom muttered, flopping on the sofa as he watched Harry sit on the beanbag across from him. It was not a surprise Harry didn’t grace his shit comeback with a response, instead just sighing - already preoccupied on his phone.
Barely 30 seconds later and Tom had to admit to himself that his younger brother was, once again, right. Dom was droning on and on as if his laptop trouble was the only issue in the world and Tom had barely got a chance to say hello. Already tuned out, his attention was easily sidetracked from the conversation to Harry- who’s phone started ringing angrily.
He took notice of how Harry’s eyebrows furrowed looking at the caller ID, clearly this was much more interesting than whatever his dad was saying.
“Hello?… umm I don’t think so, cos of what happened… Anyas number? I do have it, I don’t know that she’ll-… is everything ok?”
Tom had gone from intruiged to downright worried. Chewing on his bottom lip he sat forward, glaring at Harry intensely to try and get the insider info.
He’d already pieced together it was something to do with Y/n. Anya is her best friend, her ride or die, the person who knew her inside out. And ‘what happened’ clearly referred to what had happened between Tom and Y/n. As in the end of Tom and Y/n.
And Harry seemed worried. Which meant Tom was ten times more worried. It was Y/n after all.
Things between the two hadn’t really stopped- that was Tom’s issue these past months. It’s all good and well saying it was the end, but you just can’t stop feelings like that. Not when you’re two years deep and helplessly in love like Tom was.
And Y/n was the same too.
The breakup wasn’t for lack of emotion or love for the other. It was for the long distance, for the public pressure, for all the external factors that seemed like the end of the world.
Both of them had learnt the hard way that maybe they weren’t. That maybe they’d made a mistake.
lemme know if you want to see the rest! will hopefully be at least a wee bit less angsty at the end ;)
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?”
okay but nothing attracts me more than the idea of just kissingtom.
• those quick kisses tom would give you in random moments of the day, for no other reason, other than he lovesyou.
• he’d always have a hand on your cheek, no matter where the other would fall;
your ass, the small of your back, cupping the back of your neck, your waist, stroking your thigh, or the he’d lightly skim over your neck - squeezing a few times. phew.
• the hand on your check would stroke over it with his thumb or knuckles.
he’d occasionally lower it to cup your chin - controlling the kiss.
• anytime he’d say ‘i love you’ or vise versa, it would beckon for morekissing.
• those kisses were always slow and sensual.
• starting off with just a few pecks, then your lips would be harder to pull apart as they start to mold together.
as your lips open and sucked around each other’s, his tongue would continuously dip into your mouth, teasing you with it’s warmth and flavor.
• tom’s kisses are always so calculated.
• no matter if you guys are slowly or roughly making out, he’d never get salvia around your lips.
• his tongue is never confused as to where to go, his teeth never clash against yours, and it never feels rushed.
• despite never wanting the kisses to end, tom would eventually need air, but his mouth would always find it’s way to another part of your body in the meantime.
usually it was your neck, but sometimes he’d surprise you by kissing behind your ear, or your cheek, or your jaw, or your forehead.
• his skilled mouth, knew its way around your body and exactly where it could touch, in order to make your body melt.
• tom loved rough kisses with you too.
• he liked teasing you by biting your lip, and skimming his tongue along yours, to get you riled up.
• you’d start to get needy, and would shove your tongue in his mouth.
• this would always cause him to chuckle into the kiss, vibrating the inside of your mouth, which is such a turn on.
• the boy’s french kissing skills are insane.
his tongue would massage against yours just enough to keep you guessing. finding a rhythm that suited you, and coaxes moans out of you with it’s soft flicks and rubs.
• your hands were always in his hair.
or on his ass, or under his shirt, or underneath his arms to grasp his shoulders, or on his biceps.
• but at least one hand was in his hair.
• there was always some grinding involved in tom and your’s make out.
even if you guys weren’t planning on fucking.
• his body rested against yours on the couch, his hips lightly digging in yours - enjoying the pressure of your pelvis underneath him.
• he also loved having you on top during make out sessions.
• you either hold yourself up above him using two arms, and straddling him.
when you were in this position, you would always tease him by leaning down just enough to hover over his lips and pull back every so often so he contasntly has to fight to kiss you.
• or you’d have the whole length of your body stretched out along his - resting completely on top of him.
when you were in this position, his hand(s) would always skim down your back, lightly skimming over your exposed skin from your shirt riding up a bit.
• post sex kisses were amazing!! some of best, man. damn.
• tom’s forehead would be rested against yours as he desperately tries to catch his breath, but even still he’d (every so often) lean down and kiss you sweetly.
he’d also lean up and kiss your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, and back to your lips.
• or if his face had fallen to the crook of your neck while having sex (which it usually did - so he could focus better!!) then he would pepper kisses up from your neck to your lips.
lot’s of open mouthed kisses so his tongue could slip out to tease and taste your skin.
• now kisses on your body/during sex is a whole other story.
• if you thought homeboy’s tongue had skill before, you can’t even imagine what he could to your body with it.
especially when it’s between your thighs ;)
• but that’s for a whole other post…
i know i’m a tease, fight me <3
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