pairing:single dad!mob!tom holland x single mum!reader
words:9k (oh god, i’m so sorry)
warnings:SMUT, swearing, praise kink, oral (female recieving), slight violence, mentions of verbal abuse/ degration & rough sex if you squint
summary: Theo y/l/n and James Holland are the best friends that only 8-year-olds can get, their parents though are a little less happy with their lives. For James’ dad; Mob-King Tom, he can’t seem to catch cupid’s arrow. Better yet, he refused to even let the stupid cherub let it fly free. For Theo’s mum; y/n, it’s her confidence that shakes her love life until there’s nothing there. So it was meant to be.
a/n:at first i hated this fic (i still sort of hate the first part) but i think it’s really grown on me :)
y/n smiled as she waved off the last group of kids, the small children giving her tight hugs before running off to their parents. She truly loved her job; she couldn’t ask for anything other than the life she has right now but something has always been devoid. Alas, being a primary school teacher with an 8-year-old son can keep you busy enough to forget about your past problems.
“Muuum,” Theo dragged on as he danced around one desk lazily, “when are we going home, I’ve got some cartoons to watch,” he said snappily, y/n debated on whether she should call her son out on his attitude.
“Soon, you little devil,” y/n replied, still happily dismissing her students. Seeing as most of the kids had gone or having a chat with their parents, y/n took that as a sign to pack up her classroom.
“I think Molly has a crush on me,” Theo told y/n with a wide grin on his face. She stared up at him with a matching smile.
“Really, how do you know that?” y/n asked cheekily, she waited for her son’s answer but only got a shrug and a sigh. She chestily laughed as she started to pack up her bag. “That’s not an answer little man!”
“Ask James, he agrees with me,” Theo defended.
“You two have really been making a ruckus in my classroom, I should probably split you two up,” y/n falsely threatened as she slipped on a small touch up of her pale red lip gloss.
Theo immediately ran to the front of her desk with sad eyes, “please don’t mum, we’ll be extra good,” Theo lifted his pinky finger to wave in her face, “I pinky promise.”
y/n stared down and captured his tiny finger with hers, sealing the deal. As she grabbed the rest of her things from underneath her desk, she heard the small pitter patter of an extra pair of feet.
“Hi, Ms.y/l/n” a soft worried voice called out, y/n lifted her head to see James Holland with his bottom lip trembling and his eyes filling with hot tears not daring to spill over. y/n almost jumped over the desk to comfort the young boy.
“Oh James, what’s the matter?” she asked gently as she gently wiped the liquid from his cheeks.
“I was supposed to-to be picked up-p a long t-t-time ago,” James told her through stifled sobs. y/n felt her heart shatter with absolute sadness for this little boy. It had been an hour since school ended, his parents must be late. “I was wondering if I could go home with you until my dad or his assistant can come and get me.”
y/n knew that James’s dad did some shady business. She wasn’t dumb; she picked up on everything. Whenever his so-called assistant would come to get James she would always ask what he did to dress so sharply and the blonde would constantly have a different answer or sometimes he would deflect the question altogether. She also noticed the gun that lay hidden underneath his jacket and the small pocket knives around his waist. She never thought too much about it because James was the sweetest kid on the planet and he made Theo thrilled, she would not take that away from him by alerting the police to a threat that she had nothing but a hunch about.
Theo burst into a roar of excited cheers as soon as the sentence fell off James’s lips. y/n shushed her son before turning back to James. “As much as both of us would love that, you can’t come home with us without your dad’s permission.”
“Can’t you just call him?” James exclaimed as he corked an eyebrow at her, as small blush arose on her cheeks; sometimes she felt dumber than the kids. As school policy goes, y/n must have a small binder with all the parents’ contacts in case of emergencies.
“Great idea,” she complimented as she quickly went to make the phone call. Her finger skimmed around the book, finding the last name Holland and the first name Tom underneath James’s page. She had heard that name before she just can identify where. Either way, she rang and someone answered after a few rings.
“Hello?” a male voice called out.
“Hi, this is Ms. y/l/n,” y/n told him sweetly. “I have James here saying that nobody has picked him up yet,” she told him.
“Fuck, I knew I forgot something!” the voice shouted, y/n was 99% sure the boys could hear it, “shit, Tom will gut me like a fish,” the man sounded worried and flustered with panic and fear.
“Wait, who am I exactly talking to?” she pondered.
“Harrison, I’m Tom’s assistant.”Harrison rolled the assistant slowly. An obvious diversion that she wasn’t idiotic enough to fall for.
“Well, if it makes any difference, Theo and James have just made plans for James to come home with myself and Theo,” she spoke quietly. “Would that be okay?”
The line was silent for a second or two before Harrison quickly responded, “Yes that will be fine, someone will pick him up around 6,” he snapped at her before cutting off the line abruptly.
y/n stared at her phone for a moment before she stared at the boys with a wide gleam. “You’re coming home with us James and its homemade pizza for dinner tonight!”
With that, the pair of boys rejoiced and the three of them walked out of the classroom and towards the exit.
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Tom sat in his impressively large chair, his eyes never leaving the clock that lay between photos of his family and his son James. He had been in meetings all day with people that pissed him the fuck off. All Tom had been looking forward to is seeing his son and spending his time playing with James. But yet, it had been an hour since he should have been out of school, meaning he should have been home 20 minutes ago. There as a few harsh knocks, Tom instantly knew who it was.
“Got some news mate,” Harrison told him before he had even entered the room.
Tom let his head lean back and a hoarse groan slips out, “it better be good otherwise, I don’t want to fucking hear it,” Tom spat, “I’ve been in meetings all day, just wanna see my son.”
“About that.” Harrison trailed off. Tom felt his heart stop. He instantly rushed over to Harrison’s side. “I forgot to pick James up from school today and-”
“You absolute dumbass!” Tom roared. “Other Mob bosses know who he is. I can’t have him walking the school ground by himself he’ll get bloody kidnapped!” Tom started to ramble, he hardly ever did such an infantile act. He hadn’t rambled since James was left on his doorstep with a note saying he was Tom’s son and that was eight years ago!
Tom couldn’t help but feel guilt rack his body, a million thoughts ran through his mind and he felt as if he was on the verge of tears, but he refuses to let even one go. Suddenly, he snapped out of it and almost sprinted towards Harrison. His hands clasped around Harrison’s collar and brought him in so fast, Harrison’s knees buckled at the force and skidded across the hard floor. “If you didn’t pick him up, where the fuck is he?”
Tom watched as Harrison gulped loudly. Tom hated getting violent with Harrison, but with the safety of his son. Tom would mow downfield of people if it meant James was alive.
“He is with his teacher and her son. She said that I have to pick him up later,” Harrison told him weepily. Tom didn’t know if it relieved him to know that his son was with good hands with his teacher, who Tom had only heard good things about from Harrison or that his right-hand man let his son go off with a woman Tom has never met. “Listen, she said they are making homemade pizza and that we are welcome to join her when I go pick James up.”
“Hm, pick him up when it is necessary,” Tom grunted as he walked off, suddenly much calmer than he was before. Harrison regained his composure and ran to Tom’s side.
“No, I think you should go pick him up,” Harrison told him. Coming from anyone else, Tom would have their tongue cut out, but Tom felt obliged to let it slide after his recent outburst at Harrison. “I think it would be good for James to see his own father come pick him up for once and it wouldn’t hurt to meet Ms. y/l/n,” Harrison spoke the last part with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Before you scheme and manipulate your way into making me do something, you know I don’t want any woman taking advantage of me- again,” Tom hated saying that sentence, he hated giving James’s mother the satisfaction that she broke the heart of the world’s hardest mobster. That a dancer from a strip club he owned broke the one heart that was never meant to; his. Tom took it as a sign that love wasn’t in his card, only single parenthood. Though deep down, Tom wanted someone else, he didn’t want to sleep around with expensive strippers and high-end prostitutes for the rest of his life, he would not die with that being his greatest achievement in the sex department. He’d never admit that to a single soul.
“Come on, get back on the horse,” Harrison told him gleefully, “She’s a nice woman and you’ve always complained that all the girlfriends you’ve had since James have hated children, well she works with your son almost every day. There’s a fucking jackpot right in front of you, mate.”
Tom groaned in disapproval, “How do you even know she’s single, she got an 8-year-old son, she’s married” he sighed
“You have an eight-year-old and you aren’t fucking married you twat,” Harrison scoffed, “plus I’ve never seen a ring on that finger,” he held up his ringer finger and swirling it in his face.
“I don’t want to do this anymore, Harrison,” Tom complained as he smacked Harrison hand away, “I think it’s time to give up, my schedule is too busy, I can barely see my own fucking son!” Tom called out as he rested his hands on his hair, “How can I sustain an actual relationship?”
Harrison said nothing but stared at his best friend. To Harrison, Tom looked flustered, angry and tense. Harrison knew that Tom blamed only himself for the misfortunes in his life, even though all the shit that was happening to him wasn’t his fault at all.
Tom could see Harrison was pondering at him. He hated it. “If I do this, will you give it a fucking rest,” Tom compromised. Harrison looked at him smugly.
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y/n stood at the messy benches of her kitchen, shredded cheese fell everywhere and a three quarterly cut pepperoni stick was about to fall off. A warm and delicious smell over the house from the full oven; it was her favourite thing. Currently, y/n was finely chopping basil and rosemary while the two boys sat at the island table, flour and sauce almost covered the entire table and the power creates a ring around the boys.
“Now, Theo do you want to tell James how to lay the pepperoni to make sure it doesn’t get all soggy,” y/n asked him sweetly, trusting him enough to not have to turn around completely.
“Yesmum!” Theo called out as if she wasn’t in the same room. She chuckled to herself before she dumped the herbs into a bowl and came over to the table, sitting on one of the free chairs.
y/n watched as Theo taught James the perfect placing of pepperoni on the spare pizza. It was if y/n intrigue of James’s father had hit an all-time high as she stared at the young boy. Before she taught James, she remembers hearing a lot of rumours about James’s father from the other teachers and even other mothers about how he was mysterious and them handsome. She used to giggle at the rumours; she supposed that some lonely suburban housewives concocted the rumours, that they had nothing better to do than lust after the young bachelor because their husbands can find the g-spot.
But now that she is teaching James, the rumours seem to come alive the longer she knows the boy. She can’t help but fall into the trap of her primal curiosity because of a stranger she’s never even met and that very stranger could deal with a shady past or worse a shady present.
“So, James, how your dad?” y/n asked innocently. James stopped placing the toppings to talk to her (much to Theo’s disapproval).
“Oh, he’s awesome, I don’t get to see him a lot but when I do it’s amazing,” James squealed happily. y/n cocked her eyebrow at the boy.
“What do you mean, you don’t get to see him a lot’, doesn’t your dad pick you up from school every day,” y/n pressed, she knew she shouldn’t be asking him these types of questions but she couldn’t help it and James seemed happy enough to answer.
“My dad partner picks me up, his name’s Harrison, and he’s the best,” James smiled widely as Theo tried to get him to pay attention.
“So, what does your dad do?” y/n queered again, genuinely interested in James’ answer. The little boy scratched his head a bit before shrugging his shoulders in confusion, y/n laughed sweetly. “You know how I work as your teacher-”
“And you’re the best!” James cut her off suddenly.
“Thank you, but what does your dad do during the day,” she spoke quietly but it appeared James got the memo.
“My dad does deals with people where he shouts at them and sometimes, I see this icky dark red stuff on him, but dad just tells me it’s just paint,” James replied sweetly unaware of y/n shocked face. Sure, she had her doubts and suspicions, but she never expected them to be true. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She has the son of Tom fucking Holland in her house, likely without his knowledge. She’d be lucky if Tom leaves her bloody and bruised. y/n didn’t want to believe that this angelic and adorable boy has the world’s most feared mobster has a father. How the fuck did she not notice the queue with all the bodyguards that come along to pickup time, the expensive stuff that he brings to class and why Harrison is always wearing a very expensive suit just to bring an eight-year-old back home.
“We’re done, ma,” Theo called her out of her anxiety-driven haze. She smiled sheepishly as she took the pizzas from the boys and put them in the oven. “Are you okay, mum?” Theo asked again as he crawled off the chair and went to throw the scraps in the bin.
“Yes sweetheart,” y/n replied shakily. What was she going to say to him, how was she going to explain, how is she going to keep her son safe, what if she-
Ding!
The doorbell rang, the sound almost deafened her. y/n steadied her nerves and walked over to open the door. Outside stood two bulky 6'4" men and a nicely dressed one in the middle. For some odd reason, y/n felt her cheeks heat and her heart rate pick up. The messily pushed back brown curls seemed to fall perfectly in place and frame his face. Massive diamond rings laced his fingers as he slightly tapped at his wrist, that she might add was decorated stunningly with pronounced veins that made her weak.
“Um, welcome,” y/n spoke quietly, the man in the middle (who she assumed was Tom) stared at her darkly before stepping inside. The warm lighting of her hallway seemed to illuminate Tom’s features y/n noticed the sharp jaw, and she was just able to make out his dark brown eyes underneath the Versace sunglasses. “Hi, you m-must be James’s dad, I’m Theo’s mum; y/n,” she extended her hand to meet his.
Since she opened the door, entrancement seemed to flow through him. Sure, it wasn’t romantically at first, but the woman surely intrigued him. She had her hair tucked behind her slightly sauced ears and behind a flour-covered apron seemed to be a tight-fitting red pin-up dress, which he compliments shows off her curves nicely. Tom felt like he had to smile at her, not in a joking way but in a way that he couldn’t explain. In a way that he had to smile when he saw Tessa trip over her own feet. It was adorable; she was adorable.
When he heard her speak, it felt like a breath of fresh air had hit him. He felt as if he was in his childhood home again and she was the beautiful nanny Tom would have had a crush on. Tom felt instantly out of place when he walked in. He was so used to the dark setting and furniture of his massive mansion. He was so used to walking the long empty halls and going to bed in a vacantly giant room. Now though, her home felt so cosy. The walls were tight enough to feel warm but wide enough to not squeeze you. The rooms seemed busy with colours and clothes and her kitchen was small but still seemed homey.
In an act of complete defiance to himself, Tom thought he could live here if he wanted, and he wanted to. It was so different from his regularly scheduled life, her home, her arrangement and even y/n herself made Tom feel so out of place that he had to give her all his undying attention as if she was a magnet of everything Tom needed to balance his life. What the fuck is going on with him? So he snapped himself out of it.
“Where’s my son,” Tom asked her. He tried not to sound like a total dick, but it was hard not to. Tom felt worse when he saw y/n flinch slightly after he snapped, “I’m sorry,” Tom has never apologised to anyone other than his son, he has to get his shit together quickly.
“Oh no, it’s okay,” y/n smiled warmly, the apology from the mobster made her feel a little better about her situation. “James is hanging out with Theo, you’re welcome to stay if you’d like,” she invited. Tom felt like he had to stay, and it didn’t help that when James saw him in the hallway, he started to cry and whine.
Tom immediately ran to his side, but James pushed him away and hugged Theo, which he happily reciprocated.
“No, I’m not going, you can’t make me!” James yelled furiously as he turned his back to his father. Tom sighed loudly. He bent down and placed his hand against James’s back.
“Come on, little man, I don’t want to intrude,” Tom explained sweetly, his hand rubbing small circles. y/n didn’t know a man such as Tom Holland could speak that softly and sweetly; it made her want to swoon.
“He’s not in-intruding Mr Holland,” Theo told her quietly. Tom noticed the boy had stumbled over the hard word. He couldn’t help but admit defeat and regained his composure.
“Harrison told me you were making pizzas, it’s been a while since I’ve had some well at least homemade ones,” Tom announced loudly, “so I guess we are staying.”
The two boys rejoice before they made their way back to the TV and left Tom and y/n by themselves. y/n awkwardly made her way to the kitchen, and Tom dismissed the two bodyguards behind him and happily followed her.
As he walked down the hallway, he took slight notice of the different photos that hung on the walls. Most of them were of Theo, one had him in a karate uniform holding a trophy and a toothy smile while another had a photo of y/n and Theo at the park. Tom couldn’t help but smile at them. Once more did he have the feeling of need for all of this to be in his life, he wanted more, correction he needed more. He squeezed through her slim doorway and stumbled into y/n’s endearingly kitchen.
He had never seen a mess like her kitchen; he saw flour on the floor and sauce on the cupboards. Tom couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape his lips as he sat opposite her.
Tom wasn’t an idiot. He could see how scared he was making her just by sitting closer to her. y/n on the other end of the table was almost shitting herself, she could feel her throat becoming dry and tried her best to avoid connecting their eyes even if she desperately wanted another peek at his warm brown eyes.
Tom stared at her with guilt racking his body, “I will not hurt you,” Tom told her gently and for some odd reason, he fought back the urge to hold her trembling hand as he spoke. y/n didn’t believe him, she knew deep down that this is what he says to his victims before he blows their fucking brains out, until “I promise.” Tom had even surprised himself with his words. He has promised nothing other than when he promised his son he could ice-cream for dinner one night, Tom wasn’t sure what was washing over him but worse he didn’t know if he liked the feeling or not.
Tom waited for her response. He waited for y/n to give him any cue to tell him she felt safe around him. Finally, y/n lifted her eyes to meet his. Tom hadn’t really gotten a good look at the door. Her eyes matched her whole persona, it almost entranced him. They were young but filled with such wisdom and knowledge; he didn’t know what to do. It was an obvious y/ec, but it was like he was experiencing the colour for the first time in his 27 year life.
y/n slowly lifted her eyes to meet his and Tom’s heart jumped into his throat. Never has a woman had this effect on him; it addicted him. Tom spotted a faint smile on her sauce, dusted lips and couldn’t help but return the favour. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be this cold towards you,” she spoke softly.
“Oh, it’s fine. I get it all the time,” Tom responded with a small giggle.
“That’s awful,” y/n immediately protested, her full attention on him.
“What I do is awful sweetheart, it comes with the job,” he told her as he leaned back in his chair. y/n pulled back, how could she be so dumb?
Tom noticed her sudden shift in mood and cleared the air, “I don’t mean to pry but is Theo’s father around, I didn’t notice him in any of the photos,” Tom asked awkwardly, he genuinely wanted to know but immediately realised his mistake, “or is that not a talking topic?”
“No, it’s okay,” y/n responded with a light chuckle, something Tom desperately wanted to hear more of, “Theo’s dad and I split badly and I haven’t spoken to him in years,” the memory still haunts y/n but she could only let fragmented pieces out at a time, “Theo has never met his father and I intend on keeping it that way.”
Tom’s brain started to concoct a sadly romantic fairy tale with both of them but he quickly scolded himself. Suddenly, y/n perked up. She jumped from the table, took one pizza out of the oven, and started to cut it.
“What about you?” y/n asked with her back turned.
“What about me?” Tom responded, nobody has ever asked him that.
“A good-looking man like you with a son has to be married,” y/n exclaimed before placing a pizza in front of them both and calling for the boys, giving them their pizza.
“Sadly, no, I’m not married,” Tom chuckled as he picked up a piece. “I had James with his mother on a whim I guess.” Tom saw y/n cocked her eyebrow in confusion. “That’s all I’m letting out.” Tom crossed his arms and leaned away.
y/n though leaned in and batted her eyelashes, “No, you got me intrigued,” y/n whined. “If you tell me, I will tell you my backstory the next time we meet.”
“We’re going to meet again?” Tom smirked widely, suddenly pulled into her spell. Tom saw the heat rise to her cheeks and her face scrunch up as she tried to rack her brain for a proper answer. She was gorgeous; he wanted to stare at her face for all eternity.
“O-of course,” she stuttered, tripping over her own tongue suddenly. She doesn’t know why she’s acting like this. Sure he’s a godly handsome man that is ticking all of her boxes in a matter of moments but her brain seems to keep forgetting that she’s sitting just a few feet away from the King of the English Mafia. A man who could kill her in a second, still she couldn’t help the primal attraction that was cursing through her.
Tom held his hand out to her. “All right darling, it’s a deal,” he spoke lowly. Any logical person would have kept their hand to themselves. Any reasonable educated person would not raise their hand and shake Tom’s. y/n was a logical and educated woman, but not with Tom around. So she took his hand in hers and shook slowly.
“Jame’s was- how do I say this? Not planned.” Tom sighed as he played with the pizza in front of him. “When I first got control over the Mafia. I bought this strip club just down the street. I used to go in there almost every night. I thought if I went in it would make me feel like a true Mafia King. The Mafia King who sleeps with whoever he wants whenever he wants, but I guess I am more of a romantic than I thought. There was this girl, she was interesting, and I found her mesmerising from the second I saw her. So like an idiot I started to see her only, I bought her things, I gave her safety and let her decide in the Mob. I guess one night I forgot to put on a condom and she left me the very next night. Nine months later, James was wailing on my doorstep with a small note saying ‘I am so sorry, he’s yours and I can’t look after him’, I still remember the words on that stupid fucking note,” Tom felt his voice crack, he peered over to James who was eating his pizza and pretending to fight the bad guys on the T.V, “I adore my son with every fibre in my being but I just wish things were a little different.”
Tom swivelled around and saw y/n almost in tears, “I’m sorry,” y/n snapped out of her emotional haze and started to wipe away some tears, “I don’t know what came over me.”
“That’s all right, my mum was in tears for days after James arrived.” Tom stared down, remembering the feelings of the room on that day, “happy tears.”
y/n felt an overwhelming surge of emotion hit her like a truck. She has heard no one talk with such passion. “Wow, that’s um-” she blushed, “quite a story.”
Tom gave her a weak smile. He noticed the blush that bubbled to the surface of his cheeks. Tom noticed a lot of other things while she sat opposite him. He noticed the small dimples that would peak out if she smiled. He noticed the freckles that perfectly sprinkled her skin. He was sure that if he sat here for long enough, he could count every one of them.
“Is there something on my face?” y/n’s concerned voice snapped him out of his lovesick haze. Tom shook his head slightly before y/n took the back of her hand to wipe the non-existing grime off her cheek only to smear sauce all over her.
“Well, now there is,” Tom laughed before he leaned over and wiped the sauce with his napkin. y/n came closer to help him reach her but in the process only pushed her cleavage up, causing Tom’s chair to slide out from under him. Their faces were so close, y/n felt the warmth from Tom’s body wafting and swirling around her as if he was entrancing her. Problem was, she was fully under his spell now.
“Are you going to kiss my dad?” James ecstatic voice called out abruptly. y/n almost fell off her chair just from the pair eyes. Theo was standing just behind James with a smile that matched his friend as they watched their parents compose themselves.
Tom tried to piece an answer to give his son while still leaving his options open with y/n. “None of your business little man,” Tom faked growled as he tickled James and Theo’s bellies, causing them to run off squealing with excitement.
Tom turned around to face her, the faint glow of the kitchen made y/n look like an angel. He felt overwhelming an urge to fall to his knees and pray to her, but he slid it to back of his mind. Hoping that maybe he could do it soon.
They talked for what seemed like a second but in reality; they had been talking for an hour. Tom would give every cent away just to keep hearing her sweet-like honey voice. y/n as well couldn’t get enough of him, the more she allowed herself to open up to him the more she seemed to love his company. He was intelligent, well-spoken and off the record; he was so goddamn attractive. y/n believes she was to go to the nearest church just for having him near her. Still, he made her feel safe. He made her feel something that she hasn’t felt since Theo’s father left her. It scared her. Her heart picked up and her brain started to overwork itself. He was just humouring her; he would leave her in a heartbeat; he’s got rows of women begging to sleep with him, why would he want her?
“Oh god, w-would you look at the t-time,” y/n stuttered as she rushed to get him out of the house before she broke down in tears. y/n jumped out of her chair and almost threw the plates into the sink.
Tom stood up in a panic. He was having a wonderful time with her, why was she so eager to get herself alone?
“It’s only a quarter to ten,” Tom chuckled as he checked the watch on his wrist. y/n didn’t want to make him leave. If it were up to her, she would let the kids’ sleepover and pull him into her sheets as fast as possible but her subconscious had other plans.
“I’m sure the King of The Mafia has a busy schedule,” she replied as she ran to get the boys’ plates and get them back to the kitchen. She was right, Tom did have a lot happening tomorrow. He was most likely going to get his hands dirty. He kept his mouth shut on that remembrance.
“Well, how about you come over to mine tomorrow night,” Tom suggested. y/n stood dead in her tracks. “I need to repay you for this wonderful night.” A blush formed on her cheeks.
She sighed and before she could even let a single syllable out-, “We would love to Mr. Holland!” Theo’s voice shot up. His head appeared just behind her with a straight smile. Tom immediately matched Theo’s, knowing y/n couldn’t refuse the two of them.
“Yes, we would love to and we will-” y/n head dropped, “and we will be there.”
Tom let himself fist bump the air as he went to get James off the couch. “How’s 9:30 sound, I have some stuff to deal with beforehand?”
“Sounds g-great,” y/n sighed. Tom quickly pecked her cheek as he went for the door. y/n turned to him in disbelief.
“Can’t wait angel,” Tom whispered just before he closed the door. Jesus Christ, he would be the death of her.
“He seems like a nice guy,” Theo blank voice rang out. He leaned up against the back of the couch as he raised his eyebrows at y/n suggestively. she gave him a light smack on his arm.
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Tom sat in his chair. The cloud of smoke and the sounds of ragged panting wafted over the room. Percy’s head drooped low as he waited.
“Where’s your fucking brother Percy?” Tom asked non-nonchalantly. His eyes never wavered off the man.
“Like I told you buffoons before,” Percy lifted his head weakly, “I have no clue where my crackhead brother is,” Tom glimpsed his prize. Percy’s sweaty hair stuck to his head, the crusted blood started to fall from the gash on eyebrow onto his bound feet. Percy stared at him with one eye open; all he could achieve. Tom smiled gleefully.
“Don’t you fucking lie to me, you little shithead!” Tom roared. His hands slammed down on the desk. Everyone to jump. Tom paced around to lean on the front of his marble desk. “I have some very important people coming in about-” Tom glanced at his watch, “10 minutes.”
“I will not rat my own fucking brother out,” Percy responded defiantly. Tom’s patience was thinning with every tick of the clock.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Percy,” Tom faked a smile, “not tonight at least. So you better make this quicker than me taking a fucking piss.” One of his men pulled Percy’s hair back, “Where is you goddamn brother.”
Percy felt the barrel of Tom’s gun roughly shoved up against his temple. He fought back a tear. “Columbia, trying to smuggle your drugs into Ecuador,” Percy revealed.
The door swung open to reveal a completely un-phased Harrison. “They’re here.”
Tom immediately straightened up. “Perfect Timing!” Tom started to his men, “get rid of him.” As his men dragged Percy out of his office. Tom straightened his coat as wiped off the dried blood on his chin. Harrison chuckled lightly before Tom ran out.
“They’re in the upstairs hallway,” Harrison called out, but Tom was already too far gone.
The massive painting loomed over y/n. She had completely forgotten how powerful Tom was, the matter that Tom commanded respect had slipped her mind. He stood in a black suit. Like something straight out a mobster movie. she giggled to herself at that thought.
“I begged my mother not to have me painted, but she insisted,” Tom called out to her. y/n jumped at his voice but softened when she saw him approaching in the same outfit as the portrait.
“Well I think you look devilishly handsome,” y/n responded with a wide smile, a smile that made Tom’s heart flutter. As he got closer, he noticed the absence of a certain 8-year-old.
“Where’s the munchkin?” he asked as he searched around her.
“He’s upstairs with James. He took Theo’s hand and ran off as soon as we stepped into the door,” she laughed. Tom couldn’t help but smile along with her. He wondered if she let this side of her out often. Genuinely giddy and joyous. “Do you look at most women like this?” She broke his concentration. y/n stood there with her eyebrow quirked and a smirk plastered on her face. Tom begged whatever god was up there to allow him just a single kiss.
“Only to you, angel,” Tom responded, his pearly white teeth shining through a wide smile. y/n’s cheeks flustered and her whole face glowed red. He was pushing all of her buttons, wasn’t he?
“Come upstairs, I want to show you something,” Tom exclaimed as he captured y/n’s hand within his. Tom led her up a small flight of stairs and into a large room. The dim bedroom had red plastered everywhere. The carpet was a soft red velvet and the sheet; a luxurious red and black silk. Hell even the walls were painted with a deep maroon. y/n looked over to him with shock. “Dont worry sweetheart, the surprise is outside,” Tom chuckled before his calloused hand landed on the small of her back nudging her softly. y/n’s breath hitched into the back of her throat.
y/n pushed the glass doors. The dense forest of trees sparkled in the bright moonlight. The faint glow of London’s lights dimmed in the background. She knew this might not have been the most aesthetically pleasing view, but it felt more than it looked. The safety and security of the view made her swoon. "Is this a date, Mr. Holland?“ y/n smirked as she sat down in the glass chair.
Tom had never heard his last name sound so sweet.
"Only if you want it to be Ms. y/l/n,” he responded, quickly trying to conceal his blush.
She stared out for a moment. y/n didn’t know why, but she felt like a shy teenager again. A girl sitting next to a hot guy who has no real interest in her. It was nostalgic in some sick way.
They talked for hours. Tom couldn’t get enough of her. It was like she was some beautiful drug. A drug so addictive, he’s hooked after one night. Every time a laugh surpassed her soft lips, Tom can’t help but let his heart flutter. She, too, was quite enjoying herself. y/n let her walls down slowly but surely. The more he talked, the more she leaned. The more she felt as though this was fate. That though was a juvenile thing to even fathom. So y/n wondered what her life would have been if she met Tom before her ex. Would she be happy or would she still be silently crying to herself to make sure Theo didn’t hear even a peep.
A curt knock at the door interrupted them. A middle age woman peeked her head in.
“They’re both in bed,” she spoke happily. “It took a while to get Theo off to sleep though.”
y/n giggled, “I’m not surprised.”
Tom stared at her for a moment, imagining that Theo and James were their sons, and she was his wife who always seemed to amaze him. Maybe in the near future, he thought to himself.
“Thank you Ms Smith,” Tom smiled warmly at her, y/n looked over to him in childlike shock.
“You have a nanny!” y/n poked Tom in his bicep. He gently swatted her finger away.
“Less about me, angel,” Tom sighed. “Now, we had a deal,” Tom’s eyebrow cocked, and a smirk filled his face.
y/n smiled weakly at him. I will need a shit ton of booze, she thought. She grabbed the bottle of expensive wine and poured herself a glass. She gulped it down. Then she poured another one, drinking it down quicker than the first one. Finally, one more glass of wine went down, and she was ready to open her mouth.
“Mind saving a little for me, angel.” Tom chuckled lightly, y/n made work getting him a glass (and more for herself wouldn’t hurt.)
“Okay, so it was my last year of high school. I had been fawning over this guy since I was twelve. Then, out of nowhere, he’s pulling me into empty stalls and telling me he can’t be without me and he’s in love with me,” y/n started, she was cut off by the man next to her.
“How could he not?” Tom quipped as he took a small gulp of his wine. y/n gave him a hard glare as she tried to steal his attention away from the flush of her cheeks.
“Anyway, it took a bit of time but like the idiot I am, I gave in. We went on a few dates; we were happy for a good while. Until those two stupid fucking lines,” she felt her voice break. Her head started to feel dizzy. Like it would roll off her neck will the snap of a finger. “Maybe, I was feeling all maternal, and I told him I was pregnant. To my surprise, he stayed with me for my first trimester. He refused to tell his parents, I of course, had to confess to mine. Sometimes I think that was the first red flag. It wasn’t until the middle of my third trimester things went downhill. It’s normal for women to put on a little weight when they’re pregnant. Obviously, he didn’t have a fucking clue.” y/n felt herself, get more furious and more upset with every word that rolled off her tongue. “He started telling me 'You look enormous’, 'I have a fat whale for a girlfriend, 'I wish you had aborted that thing, so I wouldn’t have to look at you like this’,” She was in tears now, the salty liquid dripped from her cheeks onto her dress. Tom knelt in front of her, his hands rubbing small circles on her knees. “He abandoned me, right when it counted.” She started him. Tom felt his heart shatter. “Everyone leaves me Tom.”
“I’ll never leave you, y/n” Tom reassured her, he took her shaking hands in his. y/n peered down, she shook her head.
“Tom, you don’t want me,” y/n sobbed, “No one does, it’s okay.”
“y/n,” Tom hovered above her, his palms rested on her warm cheeks. “I want you, more than I have ever wanted something in my life.” Their eyes met. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
y/n was in disbelief, her hands rested on his wrist. Her cries stopped as soon as she felt his thumb stroking soft circles on her cheek.
Tom still saw that look in her eyes. The look of a woman so broken by a man who never loved her, who took advantage of her admiration. Something Tom needed more than air to breathe. He was making it his mission, that y/n would not leave his home until she finally knew that not only did her son appreciate her, but he did just as much.
So, he took a chance. He bent down and encaptured her lips with his. She tasted like everything, he dreamt of. She tasted like the cakes his mother would make for him on his birthday. She was the breath of sweet excitement when he smelled homemade pancakes. It surprised him he hadn’t completely dissolved at this simple touch.
y/n sat in shock for a moment. Her brain tried to catch up to his movements. He didn’t move against at first. She pressed into it. Her hands gripping slightly at his wrists as she reciprocated the tender kiss. She, too, felt the satisfaction of knowing what he too tasted like. She took notes of all the little details; the taste of freshly smoked nicotine, the smell of his cologne wafted around her; the pronounced viens in his hands. She was in heaven.
Their lips moved against each other. It wasn’t needy or rushed. It was steady and passionate. y/n has experienced a kiss like this in her 24-year-old life. “Take me to the bedroom,” she spoke through mousey breathless moans. Tom pulled away completely at this.
“I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you,” Tom told her sweetly, y/n hands caress his cheek gently as she gave him a warm smile.
“You’re not taking advantage of me Tom,” she stood from her chair, never letting her eyes tear from his, “I want this.”
Tom beamed. His hands snaked their way to the underside of her bum, pinching softly. Instructing her to jump, which she happily obliged. y/n could feel him, grasp at her bare thighs. Every time he touched her skin, it burned with sinful passion.
Perhaps it was the one too many wines she had downed in less than a minute or that this was the first man she’s really been intimate with since Theo’s father left. Either way, her skin felt so susceptible to each kiss her laid on her. Hyper sensitive to every pull at her skin. So responsive to his touches.
Tom took his time laying her on the sheets. He took his time to look at her flushed skin in the dim lighting at how she looked like something sent from God. Why God was sending him something in the first place was a question for later. As he sauntered away from her to lock the door, y/n noticed the decor until the feeling dawned on her. Was she really about to sleep with Mafia King; Tom Holland. She had only one answer- obso-fucking-lutely.
Tom tenderly pushed her onto her back, his face now level to hers. y/n thought she looked as red as a tomato, Tom would agree but wouldn’t protest at all. He laid a soft kiss to her lips, then a slightly harder one to her neck, then to her collarbone. His hands snaked up her dress. His fingers clutched her hips, pulling her clothed heat closer to his already painful hard groin.
y/n watched every move he made, every attempt to bruise her skin. Tom whined quietly when his lips met the fabric instead of her flesh. y/n giggled and lifted her dress over head and onto the floor next to her.
Tom couldn’t help but pull away to take a glimpse of her. Her flushed breasts hidden behind a plain black bra. Most wouldn’t think too much of it, but he couldn’t help himself. Tom could see her hardened nipples peeking through the material. He pulled the cup down slightly. Tom heard her hiss quietly at the sudden exposure. His lips came down to the bud gently. His teeth pulling at the erect skin ever so lightly only to flick the nub quickly. Hearing her quiet moans and praises spurred him on. He needed more.
“T-tom please,” y/n whimpered quietly, her fingers tangling themselves in his messed brown curls. Tom smirked up at her.
“What are you begging for angel face,” Tom asked her innocently.
y/n couldn’t get a single word out with Tom’s fingers dancing at the skin near her soaked panties. Even dipping underneath them for split seconds.
“Do something, with y-your,” she struggled. Tom was enjoying every moment. “f-fingers.”
“Your wish is my command,” Tom rasped out as he pulled her panties down her legs and got between them. He let his pointer finger paint a long strip up her slit. y/n’s hips buckled. “You’re so wet doll, being such a good girl.”
y/n could only let out a hum. Tom wanted to hear that divine voice of hers, so he blew a wisp of air against her clit making her cry out. He was lucking the boys’ rooms where so far from here. “Look at me, I want to see those gorgeous eyes gloss over when I make you cum,” he promised as he laid a chaste kiss to her inner left thigh. y/n couldn’t wait another moment, she might explode. Slowly her eyes met his. His face was mere centimeters from her cunt.
Tom didn’t take a second longer. As soon as her eyes were on him, he went in hard. His tongue latched onto her throbbing clit, pulling and sucking so hard it was audible for the both of them to fawn over. He couldn’t forget about the promise he made, so his digits circled her hole delicately before he slipped two of his fingers into her.
y/n felt her whole body go numb. It was a feeling so exotic to her. Yet, here she was. Barely able to make a sentence as she tried to bite back constant moans that begged to be let out. Her toes curled even picking up some sheets beneath her.
Tom could feel her fingers pulled at the roots of his hair. He couldn’t but moan against her pussy, causing vibrations in every nerve in her already sensitive body.
“Oh my god, y-yes,” She let slip. y/n swears she’s starting to see stars now. “F-fucking hell, you’re a-amazing.”
Tom allowed his fingers to hit deeper inside her with that comment. He was making her cum now, or he will blow without even feeling her yet. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happens. He pulled his mouth away from her clit with a loud pop, letting his digits do all the work. He watched her writhe and pull at anything she could grasp. God, she was so fucking perfect.
“Christ, j-just like that,” y/n encouraged him, “I’m going to c-cum.”
“Do it angel face, cum all around my fingers.” Tom whispered to her, “let me taste your sweetness.”
y/n felt her first orgasm wash over her like a tsunami. She needed to scream her heart out but quickly smothered her moan in the pillows beside her. Tom peered at her intently. To him, he was watching an angel. Seeing her cum is now his new favourite thing. Being the one to cause such pleasure within her makes him feel as though he’s on top of the world. His fingers rode her through her orgasm until she hit the end. Her hair sprawled out as she tried to catch any breath left in her lungs. Hell, she was trying to regain some of her sight. Tom brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue licked them clean. Her juices tasted like nothing he’s ever had before and he immediately knows, there is no way he’s letting this go.
Tom stripped himself bare now. He crawled above her once more. His curls falling slightly in his face. y/n opened her eyes to see him on top of her. y/n took this moment to run her hand down his torso. Each time her fingers lapped over a muscle, she felt herself recapture her arousal. Her fingers found the base of his dick.
He was bigger than what she thought, bigger than her ex. It started her a tad when she felt his hard length. She started pumping his slowly. Tom’s arms almost buckled at the feeling.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum into your hand,” his pulled her wrist away from him to above her head, “and I just want to pound this sweet little cunt into oblivion.” The words cause y/n to whimper, eager for him to fulfill his promise.
“Then do it,” she leaned up to whisper in his ear. As she pulled back, he locked eyes with her. Utter shock and an animalistic urge filled his every thought. He didn’t even give her a warning before he slammed right into her. y/n cried out and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Tom couldn’t believe the feeling. She was hugging every vein, every mark, every inch of his cock and yet so was still so fucking tight. He pulled out of her, only to ram back into her. “Fucking hell, you’re divine,” Tom growled, still deep inside of her. Slowly, he picked up a rhythm.
Every part of y/n’s post was filled the brim by him. He hit her g-spot almost instantly. His name became a chant to her as it never ceased to spill from her lips. Each time he pounded back into her, y/n’s voice became horse and rougher. Her nails dug into his bag as she clawed for support. Any support she could get from him.
Tom’s been with countless women. Now he’s finding it hard to sustain a sentence. He can hardly make out anything other than y/n’s name. He wasn’t complaining though, her tight walls constricting around with every movement. Tom wondered for a moment if he died and went to heaven and was fucking the dirtiest angel he could find.
“You look so goddamn beautiful taking my cock,” he praised. He let his head fall into the crook of her neck, smelling her perfume made him almost lose his shit right there. “You feel so good squeezing around me.”
Every word was threatening to her. Every word was pushing her closer to her limit. Every word was forcing more moans out of her mouth. “I’m going to cum, Tommy,” she warned him.
The nickname only helped Tom lodge himself deeper and harder into her, “I am too, don’t hold back angel face,” he pressed a kiss underneath her ear.
y/n’s second orgasm rolled over more intense the second time than the first. She pulled her head into his skin, biting and pulling to contain herself. Her legs gave out on her and flopped from his waist and quivered beside him. Tom was quick to follow her. How could he not, with how firmly she was gripping his cock. He pulled out quickly and spurted out streams across her belly. The white liquid dripping over her skin made him see stars.
He collapsed next to her, heaving and panting. y/n turned to him. She placed a long kiss on his lips, bringing his face closer. Tom happily hummed against her skin.
He pulled her into a tight hug. Her fingers traced the outline of his pec. “I’m infatuated with you,” he told her plainly. y/n didn’t move nor did she flinch. She just stared up at him with a wide smile.
“As am I,” she responded quietly. He wanted her to stay here forever, he had admitted to himself that he wanted to be near her for the rest his life. It was like she had cast some spell over him. He, though, had happily fallen for it.
warnings:SMUT, swearing, sir kink, rough sex, slight degradation kink, oral sex (female receiving) & slight choking
summary: y/n really does love Tom, and he really does love her but y/n refuses to make their relationship official. This is a good plan for y/n’s somehow flawless reputation and for better secrecy for the both of them, though this does mean the boundaries for the other female coworkers are long gone. So y/n has to show them better yet scream it for them.
a/n: the odd thing is, with all these kink warnings i’ve written a lot dirtier
y/n sat at her neatly organized desk. The cold metal flushed up against her warm skin as she typed away at her computer. She looked over to across from her, imagining Tom sitting there doing absolutely nothing but still managing to look like a god. At times she wants to kick herself for falling for him. In all truth, she wanted to stay completely professional and more importantly so wanted to steer clear of the cliche. Unfortunately, she had slipped into the status quo of the personal assistant falling head over heels for her boss.
It was so childish when she realized it, like something out of a romance novel. When she caught wind of her feelings y/n prayed that Tom feels the exact same painful way that she did. If he didn’t want a relationship with her, then she would have to get over her stupid emotions and move on with her life. But of course, Tom had fallen almost identically.
He also didn’t want to express how he felt because it felt widely inappropriate for him to be seeing an employee, let alone his own personal assistant. Those few short months were agony for the both of them, wondering if the other wanted them or not. Passing each other in the hallways with just the feeling of each other next to their bodies, the lingering lustful looks that would never seem to end and the obvious but mindless flirting that would get on everyone’s nerves. At that point, they were desperate for an answer or anything for that matter. Luckily it didn’t take long for them to strip each other and use the late night as a secret rendezvous to enjoy the others’ bodies.
From that moment onwards, They decided to see where a romance could go with them. So now, three years along and an engagement, they were still going strong and she still feels the exact same way she did when she first met him.
“Hey, do you know if Mr Holland is in,” a high pitched female voice caught y/n in her daydreaming. y/n peered up at her, she was the last person she wanted to see. Cheryl stood in front of y/n’s desk, her red claw-like nails tapping away at the shining wood causing y/n to feel the incoming headache she always gets whenever Cheryl is around.
“Yeah, he’s just on a call but I can take a message,” y/n almost spat, Tom wasn’t on a call but there was no way in hell y/n was going to leave Tom alone with her. Cheryl’s face turned into a hard scowl once y/n refused to let her in. Her arms folded underneath her obviously enlarged breasts causing y/n to get worried that they would burst.
“I actually have the weekly reports from the L.A branch, I’m sure Mr Holland can see me,” Cheryl let her frown turn into a smirk as she held up the portfolio filled with neatly stacked papers. y/n knew the right thing to do was to allow the she-devil to see her secret fiancee but her emotions had another plan.
“It’s actually quite important, he’s making sure the investors from Dubai close in on their deal,” y/n lied through her teeth. Of course, they closed off the deal but Tom hadn’t discussed it with anyone other than herself and his family. “If you leave it here, I can give it to him when he gets off, courtesy of you of course.”
Cheryl’s deep green eyes shot daggers at y/n as she slammed the folder on y/n’s desk and stomped off. y/n gave herself a silent pat on the back. Thank god she dodged that temptress of a bullet and better yet she had a reason to go see him.
Though she knew Tom would never cheat on her, they did have a deal. Both of them knew if they announced their relationship to the company then y/n would take major heat for it, people would talk about y/n behind her back saying that she got to where she is because she’s sleeping with Tom. Though she was seeing him, y/n made it clear that she would stay independent and not have to rely on him and his money. So they both decided that they would continue acting as they did before they got together, which means Tom has to act as if he is single.
y/n got up from her large desk and walked over to his office, her plum heels clicking against the marble tiles. Before she knocked, y/n made sure she had herself under control and waltz in. Tom’s face lit up when he saw her approach him.
“What can I do for you angel face?” Tom asked sweetly as he sat up straight in his faux leather armchair.
“Cheryl wanted me to give the L.A reports to you,” y/n kept to her words as she slid the papers across to him, Tom caught it and started to flick trough.
“Weird, Cheryl would usually give these to me herself,” Tom sighed, he knew exactly why Cheryl wasn’t standing in his office trying to seduce him like she always is but he found it quite amusing to see y/n let out the green-eyed monster and he wanted to toy with it and see what it would get him.
“Well, she left them with me,” was all y/n could get out, she knew she shouldn’t be mad at Tom but she couldn’t help it. y/n felt like she was sharing him with a woman who doesn’t want him for anything except his money and impressively large dick.
“Sweetness, did you tell her or did she leave them?” he pondered, Tom knew the answer but he wanted to see if he could get her to crack.
“She left them,” y/n responded curtly never breaking eye contact with him. y/n knew what he was doing and she wasn’t going to let him play with her. y/n watched Tom slowly get up from his seat and stride over, y/n felt her face heat up too quickly for her liking as he got closer. She didn’t falter though, making sure to keep her head high.
Tom’s hand snaked itself around her almost cinched the waist, while the other went from the engagement ring that was hidden between the curves of her breast. He sighed softly when his digits played with the warm diamond-encrusted ring, he really did love her and Tom wanted to tell everyone about it, but he respected her wishes to keep it a secret until after the wedding.
Still, though, he couldn’t help but tease her. Tom obviously knew y/n was jealous, she had been for weeks but Tom hadn’t picked up on it since a few weeks ago when y/n nearly blew his head up with her death glares as he innocently chatted away with ever-present Cheryl. Tom looked up at her, making sure not to lose himself in those eyes.
“Are you jealous darling?” Tom asked huskily, y/n felt almost offended by how he spoke. How dare he speak that sexy to her, it felt like she had to cave in but y/n’s pride was a bit bigger than her lust at this moment. y/n’s own hands cupped his cheeks and brought him closer to her.
“No,” she replied. Tom didn’t respond but instead, he let one eyebrow lift up and allow a sly smirk to fill his lips. y/n stared up at Tom before she placed a soft chaste kiss on his lips. “I’ll see you at home.” y/n told him sweetly as she pulled away from Tom and walked out.
Tom wondered how long and how drastic his game could go before she caved. He felt sort of guilty for toying with her but Tom couldn’t deny that seeing her jealous and in a way territorial was so fucking hot, he needed an excuse to bend her over his marble desk and pound her into next week and just the thought of y/n being envious was enough for him to feel a stirring within himself.
Tom knew exactly how to push her buttons. He knew exactly how to get her in the palm of his hand in a matter of moments. Before Tom met y/n, he definitely would consider himself a playboy or for a better term; a fuckboy. Though he hated talking about it now and he has changed, Tom still knew how to work with a woman especially with her yearning.
Tom couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
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Tom stood in the elevator with y/n standing idly beside him, their normal morning routine felt off as the tension from yesterday had carried over to today. Tom let the smirk he had been hiding all night slip onto his face, y/n took notice and slight offence.
“What are you smirking at mister?” y/n asked playfully as he attention was stuck on the clear metal of the elevator doors.
“That you are jealous,” Tom replied, he didn’t need to look at her to know the face she was giving him currently. y/n had her arms crossed under her bust and her slightly plucked eyebrows were furrowed in a mixture of annoyance and anger. It’s the look she gives him when she hears that he’s done something stupid and Tom really is.
“For the last time Tom, jealousy is an ugly emotion and I don’t feel it,” y/n told him sternly. y/n was determined to get this into him, even if it was total bullshit.
Tom felt a wave of playful hurt wash over him so he retorted with, “you’ll have no problem with me possibly flirting back with Cheryl.” Tom knows he shouldn’t do this but his curiosity is off the rails now.
y/n stared up at him trying to keep her face expressionless with his mind screaming at him to not even look at that red-headed witch. “No problem at all Tommy, just make sure your eyes come back to me.”
The tension was sliced by the doors swinging open and both of them walked out, making sure to keep their heads held high. y/n watched as Tom walked into his office and quickly made work on mentally scolding herself. How could she be so stupid? She obviously let her stupid ego shut off the part of her brain that makes all the rational and adult decisions. It was too late now to tell him the truth, it would end up sour and that is the last thing y/n wants. Or maybe coming in a close second to the sight of Cheryl with a cheeky smile and her blouse unbuttoned so low that y/n could basically see her nude bra.
It was routine for her at that point. Have a snarky but pointless snap at Cheryl before allowing her to see Tom for 5 minutes before interrupting to make sure her hands stayed where y/n could see them. But now that she had basically given the all clear for Tom to reciprocate the banter with Cheryl, it was her worst nightmare.
“Looking tired today y/n,” Cheryl told her somewhat sweetly as she taped her heel infront of the sleek wooden desk. y/n stared up at Cheryl, her face completely blank with her brain screamed with a mixture of anger and panic.
“Yes, quite tired of your pointless bullshit Cheryl,” y/n retorted curtly, not in the mood for their game of verbal ping pong but instead just want to skip to the part where y/n confidently dismisses her.
“I need to speak with Mr Holland,” Cheryl told her bluntly. y/n thinks that by now, Cheryl should have a new way of manipulating y/n into letting her secretly flirt with her fiancee but no, same old trick.
“I give you this answer every morning Cheryl, he’s not ready to start meet-”
“Ah, Cheryl,” Tom’s smooth voice made y/n grip at the corner of her desk, “we need to discuss the L.A branch’s numbers, why didn’t you get in here sooner, pet?” The name rolled off his tongue, y/n now loathed that word.
y/n eyes frantically went from Tom who was cockily leaning against the pure wood of his office to Cheryl, who was basically undressing him with her needy gaze. y/n wanted to protest but her voice was caught in her throat. So, with wide eyes, she watched as Cheryl gave her a wicked smirk before she skipped off down the hall to meet Tom. He gave y/n a dark smile before allowing Cheryl to walk in.
y/n sat dumbfounded and furious. She was now only realising how painful this day was really going to be. How could she be so stupid as to let her pride allow Cheryl to continuously flirt with her fiancée and allow Tom to do it right back? She wasn’t going to break through, there was no way in hell she was going to admit that she was jealous. Little did she know; this was only the beginning of Tom’s dirty game.
She was so in her feelings and mindless thoughts that y/n didn’t even realise that it had been 15 minutes since Tom and Cheryl started ‘talking’ shall she put it. The only she was pulled out of her angry daydream by the soft chime of a text message. Quickly she fished it out her bag and stared down at the bright screen.
I never really noticed how aggressive her flirting can be. The text taunted her in a way like Tom was dangling it in front of her face. Of course, he was going to start texting her in the middle of his so-called meeting, he wanted her to know that he was in that room with Cheryl all by themselves.
I notice it every fucking day. She responded quickly, desperately want Tom’s attention to stay away from Cheryl. Meanwhile, Tom sat in his massive chair as he droned out from Cheryl’s rambling. He immediately regretted letting Cheryl get him alone, but he was determined to follow through with his plan.
Really, I must be blind. He typed away remembering to peer up at Cheryl to make sure it looked like he was listening to her.
Well, it sounds like your little meeting is boring you, Tommy. y/n sent the text with the intent to draw him away from her, and by that, she means to get him so worked up all he’ll be able to think about it here. Tom knew what she was trying to do, he wasn’t a complete fool, but he wasn’t opposed to saying no especially when he knew the outcome.
You have no idea princess. y/n got a rush from all of this, she felt good about stealing Tom away from Cheryl. Tom didn’t need to guess what he needed to say and it seemed like she didn’t either because Tom could somehow already feel himself stiffen slightly.
Maybe I could give you some excitement? If y/n was in the room with him right now, Tom knew exactly how she would have said that, her lust blown pupils would stare up at him through those impressively long lashes of hers and she would let her nails rack ever so slightly over the curve of his enclosed dick. Tom let the vision wash over him with pure bliss.
I wouldn’t be opposed. Tom sent back, y/n stared down at her phone with a wide gleam. y/n quickly looked around the massive waiting room and snapped the picture. Tom didn’t expect to get that kind of response from her so fast, either way, Tom choked on the very air he was breathing when he opened a picture of y/n with her already tight nave blouse undone past her lacy bra and her fingers dancing on the skin right above her nipple, simple yet so explicit. Excited yet?
Extremely but I’m not done yet. It took a while for Tom regain his composure and he wanted to test her emotions to the very edge, so sadly he had to decline the wonderful offer. y/n read the text and slammed her hands down in frustration. She doesn’t know how much longer she going to last.
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y/n had been standing at the coffee machine for 10 minutes now. She doesn’t understand why Tom doesn’t just install another one. Hopefully, he can spare 30 bucks in his endless amount of money. Still, she got her coffee and walked off in a hurry to drink this bad boy.
As she walked down the seemingly never-ending hallway, y/n let her mind wander for a bit. Maybe she should just give in. Sure she didn’t want to give him that gratuitous satisfaction but y/n had no clue to what extent Tom’s plan was going to go for and how extreme it was going to become.
Maybe they should make their relationship public. For god’s sake, the wedding was only a few months away and they were still sneaking around like dumb teenagers. She knew just how badly Tom wanted to announce to basically the whole company that they were getting married but y/n doesn’t feel so comfortable yet. Still, a healthy relationship is founded on trust and compromises, y/n knew that she couldn’t keep denying him that urge. y/n mindlessly giggled at her, of course she would use those word to describe him.
Just upstairs, Tom sat at his computer typing away as he thought of what he should do next. He was having too much fun with this, he was having too much fun making y/n writhe with anger and need. Still, he didn’t take into account that maybe his plan worked in another way or in better words another person.
Tom felt his phone go off, he flipped it over and checked the screen. It was one of the new investors from New York, they weren’t extremely important so he could excuse himself from taking the call but if he did, Tom would have to call them back.
So to create a legitimate excuse, Tom stood and basically rushed out the door and started pacing slightly in the hallway.
“Mr Holland, are you okay?” Cheryl’s voice asked him from afar. Tom swivelled around to meet her eyes. Tom took notice that there were exactly three buttons undone, not too much to look obviously sexy but not too little to not tell him anything.
“Yes I’m fine Cheryl,” Was as far Tom wanted the conversation to go, but of course Cheryl didn’t notice and crept forward.
“Are you sure? You looked a bit frazzled,” Cheryl asked again, this time with a sultry tone in her voice. Tom didn’t like where this going, sure he could play it off as just part of the game but he wasn’t really in quite the mood to fake flirt with her and y/n was nowhere to be to seen.
“Really, well I must go fix myself up then,” Tom laughed awkwardly as he attempted to flee but Cheryl’s cold hand clamped around his wrist, thank god he was wearing some sort of protection for those icy fingers.
“I could help you fix up if you don’t mind,” Cheryl winked subtlely, Tom froze for a second before he quickly undid the tight grip.
“Cheryl what you’re insinuating is extremely inappropriate,” for a moment, Cheryl looked like she was not only taken aback but also slightly embarrassed by Tom’s rejection. But of course dove right in again.
“Mr Holland, don’t be shy you can touch them if you like,” Tom was confused for a moment before he stared down at her not blatantly on display breast. He was going to retort when both Tom and Cheryl heard a soft cough just close by. Turning around to see y/n was like a miracle for Tom, he let a little smile appear while Cheryl wasn’t looking.
“Cheryl, I’m sure no one wants to touch those balloons,” y/n retorted, her face contorted with only annoyance. Tom wondered why she was red with fury yet.
“Get lost, y/n,” Cheryl seethed, “this is none of your business.”
“It may not be, but I do need to speak with Mr Holland about our most current investor,” she looked at Tom with wide eyes and he immediately pulled away from Cheryl. y/n’s coffee was long gone by now, she fought the urge to almost pull him inside his office. But she waited patiently and watched Tom duck around her and y/n happily followed him. She gave Cheryl one last look before she closed the doors behind her and locked it.
“Well did you enjoy yourself?” y/n suddenly darkened. Her heels harshly meeting with the tiled floor until she was nose to nose with Tom. He only stared down at her in glee, he had her right where he wanted her.
Tom simply walked away, his expression completely unfazed. “Possibly.”
y/n stared at him in disbelief, he was really taking it this far! “Well, you’re going to enjoy making me scream a whole lot more.”
Tom was taken aback by her sudden outburst, Tom could feel his arousal heating up with every second she was near him. “Oh I’m sure I’ll love to hear your pretty little moans and you’ll adore getting pounded into next Friday,” with every word that escaped from his lips, Tom moved closer until he was face to face with her again. “But you just have to admit it doll.”
y/n coward beneath him, the mere thoughts alone were almost blinding her with lust. One of Tom’s hand pressed gently on her warm cheek while the other slowly traced the skin around her panties. His long fingers dipping in every so often making y/n’s legs almost buckle at the long-awaited sensation, “you are so wet for me, you really want this,” Tom chuckled darkly, peppering soft kisses at the nape of y/n neck. She couldn’t respond, her voice caught in her throat and her lips only releasing short and simple whimpers. “Use your big girl voice,” he told her softly. His touch was starting physically weaken her so she gave in.
“I’m jealous,” she admitted quietly, Tom could just hear it but he wasn’t totally satisfied with her answer.
Tom let his hand drift slightly down to her lips where he pulled her bottom lip down with his thumb and his own lips hover so close to hers that she felt static, “of what?” he demanded. y/n looked up at him with desperation in her eyes, Tom wasn’t backing down.
“I’m jealous that other women look at you like they need you,” y/n told him again, this time louder and more firm. Tom stared down at her with a wide smirk on his face. Without a word of warning, Tom picked y/n up and rushed to harshly slam her against the wooden wall. y/n hissed at the rush of pain that shot through her back but she was immediately distracted by Tom’s hot and soft lips upon her giving y/n quick and heated kisses.
“That’s all you had to say baby girl,” Tom spoke happily as he stabilized y/n against the wall and physically tore her blouse right down the middle causing y/n to squeal loudly. "How about I take you up on the offer to make you scream,“ he told her slowly as his hands fondled at her enclosed breasts. y/n didn’t respond verbally but she did nod her head so fast she thought it was going to fall off.
Tom mouth started littering her decolletage with small bruises and marks, slowly getting closer to the valley of her breasts. Finally, his nose was deep in her cleavage and his fingers were flicking and pinching at her clothed hard nipples while her’s were tugging softly at the tuffs of brown locks. "Oh god, yes sir,” y/n slipped out in a moment of blinded passion. Tom stopped all of his movements and got face level with her once more.
“You want to play that game,” Tom spoke darkly as his easily made work of her lace bra, y/n gave him a wide smile, “you’re not going to say anything unless it’s that name coming out of the pink lips,” Tom ordered as he started to get on his knees still keeping y/n in place against the wall.
Her legs were draped over his shoulders and Tom’s hands stabilized her by her ass. Tom’s face was now inches away from that delicious cunt he calls paradise, hell he could even smell the divine nectar. He quickly tore her matching pantie down her legs and threw them across the room. “Use that dirty mouth to let everyone know,” With that, he dove in.
Tom’s tongue latched itself on her already throbbing clit, sucking every so often. His fingers would spread her wet lips before diving into her at a slow and gradual pace curling once he found the right spot inside her. y/n above was barely able to keep her eyes open, every little thing he did to her made y/n squirm and moan more and more. Tom decided to remove his tongue from her sensitive nub and start tongue fucking her fast and his fingers now took over by circling figure eight above.
“H-Holy shit,” y/n moaned atop him, she felt her orgasm approaching. She had never cum this fast, she was slightly embarrassed. So she tried to keep it a bay for a long as she could but unfortunately for her, Tom knew when she was holding back from him. Tom released himself from her little haven to stare up at her with dark eyes. y/n saw the shining juices dripping from his nose down to the small stubble on his chin. “How dare you hold back for me,” y/n had never heard him so work up, it was getting even harder to hold herself back. “You’re a jealous slut and you’re not coming, you’re a pain in the ass,” he growled lowly as he gave her bare ass cheek a hard slap, his fingers never stopping the relentless assault on her pussy.
Tom stood up slightly causing his fingers to slid into a deeper part of her that even y/n didn’t even know existed and started to dig themselves harder into her. Within almost a second y/n’s orgasm was ramming into her, she swears she saw only black as she came around Tom’s fingers, a string of praises and screams tumbled out of her mouth.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Tom almost tearing his clothes off him. His suit came off first then his show and finally his boxers slid down to reveal his painful erection that had been stirring since this morning when she sent that photo. y/n leaned forward to stroke it but Tom’s hands clamped down on her wrist. “Get on my desk with your legs open,” Tom snapped at her, his expression completely blank. y/n doesn’t know if she’s afraid of excited about what’s to come.
y/n paced over, the desk was a little taller than she would have liked so she had to jump up giving Tom a gorgeous view of her bare ass. She sat down, the cool metal piercing her flushed skin. Tom let out a slight giggle before he waltzed over and basically swiped half of the utensils on his desk to crash on the floor. y/n stared up at Tom in disbelief, she was about to give him a scolding but was cut off by a hard push from Tom to have her back flat against the surface.
“Be a good little slut for sir and keep your arms above your fucking head,” Tom whispered before he stood straight. For a moment, Tom stared down at her in awe. He was about to fuck the life out of a girl most guys would die for, his eyes caught her engagement ring in the light. He paid 40 grand for that thing.
Without warning, Tom slammed into y/n. Her back arched and a loud almost pornographic moan tumbled from her mouth. Tom gripped tightly at her hips, suppressing the instinctual groan that came with feeling y/n clenched around him. Tom didn’t hesitate to start slow instead, he immediately began to pound himself into her. The only sound was the hard slapping a raw sweating skin, their combined moans and of course the constant noise of the office just outside.
Sure they had fucked in the office before but never when there was a whole fleet of people just outside, It aroused both of them. Tom brought y/n down ever so slightly to meet his slams, making y/n writhe and squirm as she tried to keep her arms above her head.
“C-can I plea-fuck, please touch you s-sir,” y/n just barely managed to get out through estranged moans and hard slamming. Tom smiled down at her, for a second y/n thought he would give in to her request.
“No, but I can touch you all I like,” he laughed menacingly. As he continued to pound y/n into oblivion, he leaned forward and stared litter bruised across her hot flesh before his finger danced up to her neck. He had always thought about it and now was the time to test it. “If I squeeze to hard tell me straight away.”
“O-okay,” y/n replied shakily. She felt one of Tom’s hands grip softly around her neck. He was fucking choking her. God this is the hottest thing he’s done. Tom lent forward to have his toned body now heave on top of hers as he felt their combined orgasms approaching. y/n was in utter heaven, the feeling of Tom’s massive dick filling every inch of her up, his muscular body squished up against hers and his long finger daintily wrapped around her neck.
“Sir, I-i’m going to cum,” y/n warned him, she was now rolled her hips onto him. Tom let his other hand start tracing soft circles on her clit.
“I know, so am I,” Tom replied as he picked up the pace, y/n didn’t even believe that was humanly possible.
Together they reached climax, y/n felt her second orgasm way more intensely than her first. She trembled and screamed underneath him, breaking his rule by clutching onto his broad should for support. Tom couldn’t care that she disobeyed him, because he was too busy seeing stars as he let his hot seed fill her up.
Tom pulled out and witness their combined liquids trickle out of her. He scooped some up with his finger and brought it to her mouth, which she promptly swallowed. He was the luckiest guy on earth.
Slowly they started to get redressed. y/n picked the spare clothes she always leaves his in his office and Tom just decided to wear his half-tattered in honour of his accomplishment. Tom went to stare over at her when he saw y/n slip the ring off her secret necklace and onto her finger.
Tom rushed over and looked at her with wide eyes, “are you sure, you want to go public?” he asked softly.
“Babe, you just fucked me senseless while the entire office is still working right outside,” she giggled sweetly, making Tom’s heart swell. “If I didn’t want to go public, we wouldn’t have just done that.”
Tom pressed a soft chaste kiss to her lips to which she happily responded, “I love you,” was all he said.
“I love you too,” y/n told him. “But now, I want to enjoy my victory,” she fluffed his already sweaty hair and skipped out of his office.
yo i know it’s been like a bajillion years and i’m 17 and should have fallen out of my peterparker phase but do ya’ll like first person or second person.
Summary:(Y/N) grew up in the Hollywood scene, being the amazing child star that she is. But when Tom Holland steps into her life for a photoshoot, her whole career gets overshadowed by Marvel’s Golden Boy, making her annoyed by him. But what happens when she finds out that Tom is her soulmate?
A/N:I know I’ve been absent from Tumblr, but I wrote this in class the other day and I wanted to share it with the world :) Hope you enjoy it!
Words:4.6K (a shortie compared to my other fics)
Pairing:Tom Holland x Actress!Reader (Soulmate AU)
Warnings:Mentions of sex, a whole lot of sexism in Hollywood and swearing
The Oscars were that one night of the year when tons of celebrities gather in a big theatre to award the outstanding performances in that year in Hollywood. For (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it wouldn’t be the first time spending the whole day getting ready to pose on the red carpet for the whole world to see. Being a child actress dotted with a lot of talent, she has always been in the spotlight, meaning she would always attend every event in the Awards Season. This year it was special: she had been nominated for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series at the Emmys. And while the award night doesn’t arrive, she’s been jumping from ceremony to ceremony as a publicity stunt to make her name appear even more in the media. Even if she doesn’t win that award, it was still important to take this opportunity to promote herself. That’s why she had been putting a lot of effort to get among the best dressed at the Oscars list.
Tonight she was feeling herself. Her stylist dressed her in a bold transparent dress covered with crystals that made her feel like a silver version of the tiny man placed on the Oscars statuette. She was getting some final touches in the dressing room before heading back to the green room when someone entered the door: the last person she wanted to see right now.
“Finally found you.” Tom Holland leaned against the door frame while he was wearing a fancy Italian suit that only added to his Hollywood heartthrob image. “You haven’t been answering my calls.”
“I’ve never saved your contact on my phone.”
“You know we can’t avoid that conversation forever.” He said, this time firming his voice in order to convince her. “We need to talk about our rings.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Tom.” (Y/N) glanced down at the ring placed on her right hand where the stone was burning in red from anger. For people outside the two of them, that would be only a clear stone placed on a beautiful silver ring, but for soulmates, the stone would burst into the colours of whatever emotion the person that was wearing the accessory felt.
“It’s been a full week, (Y/N). You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually.”
“No, I don’t have Tom.” She shouted at him.
“Of course we do. We’re soulmates, for fuck sake!” He stated, making her fall into silence. (Y/N) glanced at the ring on his right hand that showed a faint colour of green, which meant mixed emotions. The evidence was clear and there was nothing (Y/N) could do about it.
In the world, everyone starts to constantly wear rings right after they turn eight, when they are old enough to know they shouldn’t remove them from their hands. It’s not like it’s mandatory, but not wearing a ring all the time could easily make you look like a freak in society. When you and your soulmate touch hands for the first time, whatever ring you wearing would immediately turn into a mood ring where only your soulmate could see the colours.
(Y/N) grew up touching a lot of people’s hands due to her strong presence in Hollywood. She would always shake hands at events and acting involves a lot of touching most of the time. But it wasn’t until she was 25 years old that her ring finally burst into a shiny light, meaning that the soulmate connection had been made - and it happened with the worst person she could wish to have as a soulmate.
Tom Holland was new in the movie industry, but his role as Spider-Man set him on top of the world where everyone wanted to work with him in Hollywood. Even though the whole world was in love with him, Tom didn’t end up pleasing the industry’s princess (Y/N) (Y/L/N), known by everyone for starring in a big drama movie at a very early age, making her one of the youngest actresses to be nominated for an Oscar.
It only took a small modelling project together to make the whole world force them into the “besties” position, and some of the media took a step further into calling them “possible new Hollywood it-couple”, even though they haven’t been spotted together ever since that magazine cover. She didn’t like that all of her years working her ass off to be the best actress possible was overshadowed by an industry newbie white man. And what everyone thought was a beautiful friendship was actually a big lie behind the scenes.
“Look, I don’t wanna talk about it tonight.” (Y/N) said. “I am nervous enough to be presenting an award and I don’t want this talk to get in the way of my presentation.”
“I’m staying at the Chateau and they always host the after-party there. Maybe we could sneak out to talk?”
“I’m just making a quick stop by the party.” (Y/N) said. “And I’m going home right after.”
“You know we need to talk, (Y/N).” Tom pleaded. “I won’t say it will be a quick conversation because it won’t. But I think the sooner we do it, the better.”
“Not tonight. I’m sorry.” (Y/N) excused herself to go to the green room, where everyone who would step on stage tonight was waiting for their turn while sipping on their drinks and eating canapé. Tom popped in the room a few seconds later only to catch her by the bar. “Stop following me.”
“I’m not. I’m just presenting the award after yours.” He sighed. “And since you won’t talk to me, I’ll get myself a drink to wash all the tenseness away from my body.”
(Y/N) looked at the ring placed on his right hand, painted in black, meaning he was stressed and anxious. She felt bad for him, knowing he was going through a lot at that moment. But once again, her own ring was painted black - and it only got deeper the closer it got to her time to step on stage. Although she didn’t have to be worried at all considering she did great up there, getting her to be on top of the trending topics during a big night for Hollywood. Her PR team would be proud.
After she left the stage, (Y/N) went straight out of the green room to join a few friends in the crowd just to enjoy the rest of the ceremony for once, which meant she didn’t meet Tom after going on stage. Her strategy didn’t work very well since Tom appeared a few minutes later to present Best Original Song, taking a quick glance towards her, who was sitting at the front table. Luckily, no one noticed them exchanging glances all night
“Ready to go?” (Y/N)’s stylist asked once Best Picture was finally presented, meaning that the ceremony had come to an end. She simply nodded and said a few ‘see you at the afterparty” to a few people. Her conversation with Tom set her mood down, but she wouldn’t let him ruin the opportunity of getting the spotlight for her.
Her stylist prepared an extra dress that was more comfortable and just as beautiful as her Oscar dress. This time she showed up in a gorgeous midi dark pink dress that grabbed everyone’s attention as she walked by - including her soulmate’s, who was standing by the entrance just to see her arrive. (Y/N) could see from far away that his ring was shining in pink, which meant “love”. She tried to ignore it, but her ring was still black due to anxiety.
(Y/N) got to take a few pictures, did a few interviews before going into the event. As always, she had a casual small talk with most of the people around. Those parties were a great way to make connections and do your own network. That’s how she got a few of her Hollywood jobs through the years. But as the clock got closer to one in the morning, all she wanted was to sneak out of the party to go home.
“You look beautiful, by the way.” A voice she could recognize from anywhere commented, making her turn around to meet Tom with two glasses of whisky in hands. “I got for us both. Fancy one?”
“Actually, I won’t decline it.” She took the glass from his hand, taking a big gulp right after. “What a fucking night.”
“Pretty boring, isn’t it?” Tom shrugged. “As a kid, I thought the Oscars were magical. I’ve always wanted to attend. But it looks like it’s just a place where people from the film industry get to be pretentious.”
“It’s full of shit, right?” She asked with a frown. “I remember a stupid lady saying I wasn’t skinny enough to fit in the dress I was wearing to my first Oscars. I was only 9.”
“I guess the industry hasn’t been kind to you.”
“Not even once.” She sighed. “I’ve been working my ass off for years now and they reduced me to ‘Tom Holland’s allegedly new affair’. Awesome.”
“I despise how the media treats you,” Tom said. “And it’s bad that it got in the way of a potential friendship.”
“You don’t get to be nice. Not tonight.” (Y/N) shook her head and exited to the balcony, where she could have some fresh air to breathe. Tom followed her shortly after.
“I wanna go to my room.” He said. “And I think you should come with me.”
“I’m tired.”
“No, you’re not.” He said. “Look, my family is staying in their own room, so I have the place all to myself.”
“I have my own place, Tom.”
“Please.” Tom tried to hold her hand once again, but she took a step back. “I’m sorry.”
(Y/N) knew she couldn’t avoid that conversation forever, especially when she saw Tom’s ring changing from light green to blue, meaning was starting to feel sad. He watched her own ring turn green as her eyes softened in front of him. What was once black started to show hints of life right in front of him.
“Alright, but you’re sneaking food into your room. I’m starving.”
Tom led (Y/N) up to his room in just a few seconds, the loud music being left behind just to have a quiet place to talk. He was staying on the other side of the building, where the party seemed to be very far away. Since he was staying alone in a room, it wasn’t a big one. Still, it had enough luxury and space that any celebrity could need.
“You must be really uncomfortable in this dress,” Tom commented once the door closed. “You can borrow some of my clothes.”
“Not planning on staying long.” She said and Tom rolled his eyes.
“You’re staying the night, you idiot.” He said before tossing her one of his boxers and a shirt.
“God, you annoy me.” (Y/N) took a seat at his room’s dining table to try reaching for her heels, but the amount of fabrics was keeping her from getting to her feet. Tom finished removing his tie to kneel down and help her with the shoes. “Thank you.”
“Stop being stubborn,” Tom said as he took a seat next to her. “I don’t know why you are always like this with me. I didn’t do anything to you.”
“You know why we have this… between us. I used to be one of the youngest actresses to be nominated for an Oscar and now I’m reduced to Spider-Man’s possible new girlfriend. Guess what they are going to talk about us in the morning? About our performances on stage or a blind item about us sneaking to your room at the afterparty?”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” He sighed. “But look, we know what we are. I don’t think we can ignore each other for much longer. Because I don’t know about you, but I can’t stop thinking about you ever since our hands touched.”
Tom was anxious. His ring turned into a dark shade of blue, almost turning black. (Y/N) wasn’t very far from that shade either. To say they were both nervous was an understatement, after all, it’s not every day that you meet your soulmate.
“Aren’t you scared?” (Y/N) asked him. “I mean, it’s scary to see your ring shine for the very first time.”
“I’ve never been more scared in my life.” He admitted. “I thought it would never happen to me because everyone around me had met their soulmates. But I don’t know, when our hands touched, it all made sense.”
“I guess I was angry that it was you. At least at first.” (Y/N) said. “And it triggered my anxiety as well. Every time I started to hang out with someone, the media would come all over me to ask if we were soulmates. I knew I wasn’t a match to any of them, but we were all just having fun. I didn’t want to take it to the public eye.”
“I guess you’re always harassed by the media. More than me, at least.”
“It’s all downhill when you’re a woman in Hollywood, Tom.” She sighed. “Yeah, it sucks most of the time. But my love for acting makes it all worth it.”
“I know what that is like.” He nodded in agreement and watched (Y/N) get up to see herself in front of a mirror.
“Zip me down, please.” She asked as she looked at him over the shoulder. Tom gulped but was quick to get to her. His hands flew to the zipper on her back where he slowly pulled them down. (Y/N) held the dress to her body and nodded as a ‘thank you’ before excusing herself to the bathroom to change. Tom just couldn’t believe how cold she could be around him, especially now that they both knew they were soulmates.
“I have micellar water in the bathroom if you want to remove the makeup.” Tom shouted.
“You have a full skincare routine in here.” She shouted back as her eyes went through all the products placed over the sink.
“I’m an actor, darling. I use makeup and I need my face to be perfect for the next day.” He said. “Are you dressed?”
“Yes, you can come in.” She opened the door for him and Tom already had his shirt unbuttoned, ready to be taken off.
“And skincare routines are like… really nice.” He smiled at her. “We should do face masks.”
“You have one?”
“Lucky enough, I have two.” He winked at her before taking two cotton pads and wetting them with micellar water.
“What a prepared boy.” She smiled at him, the first smile she genuinely showed all night. “I was mentally cursing you for not letting me go home to my skincare, but apparently you even have serums.”
“My makeup artist bought it for me. I have them, but normally I sleep too much and don’t have time to use them.” He admitted. “But it’s all yours, love.”
“Love? That’s new.” She commented. “You normally only call people the infamous British ‘darling’, right?”
“Yeah, but you’re not just anyone.” Tom shrugged. “I have to admit, I don’t know how to start the conversation we need to have.”
“I don’t know either.” (Y/N) agreed with a nod before turning to the mirror to remove the rest of her makeup.
“I mean, I thought I was one of those rare people that didn’t have a soulmate.”
“Me too.” He agreed. “Because I turned 25 and I saw everyone around me enjoying their life alongside their soulmates, but in a sea of people and a lot of amazing things, I didn’t have anyone to share.”
“I guess I felt the same. I think growing up as a child star made my life very lonely and I have only a few people that I trust and that I get to feel comfortable to be around. So seeing everyone I loved with a soulmate only made me lonelier.”
“We don’t have to feel lonely anymore.” Tom said before pumping the cleanser one time on his hand and another one on (Y/N)’s.
“This cleanser is the best! I used to have a lot of acne growing up, but this totally changed my life.”
“I use this one too.” (Y/N) said. “Did you know I lost a role because of acne once? The director said my skin had to be flawless because the character was supposed to be a lady.”
“What a whole lot of bullshit.” Tom frowned in anger. “I played Spider-Man with acne on Homecoming.”
(Y/N) shrugged before bending on the sink to rinse her face. Tom waited for her to come back with a towel in his hands, which she thanked with a smile.
“Yeah, I feel like the director did me a huge favour by taking me off the movie. The girl that got my role said he was very abusive on set.” (Y/N) said as Tom rinsed his own face. “But I guess that’s a trauma, you know? I had a lot of insecurities because of that one audition.”
“Well, I think you are beautiful just the way you are.” Tom kissed her cheek right after he came up from the sink. (Y/N) immediately cracked a smile at the gesture.
“We learned more about each other in half an hour than in five years of knowing each other.”
“I like that already.” Tom said before turning to get two face masks - one for him and another for her. “This is supposed to detox your face. And I have four pads for the eyes as well.”
“I love a prepared man.” (Y/N) giggled before ripping the package open. Both of them placed the masks on their faces and laughed at each other once they were done.
“We need to take a picture of us.” Tom immediately popped his phone and (Y/N) leaned into his shoulder so he could take a photo in the mirror.
“Send it to me afterwards.” She said to him. “I wanna remember this.”
“You do?” He frowned with a smile on his face.
“Of course, you’re my soulmate after all.” That was the first time she ever admitted he was her soulmate out loud and it made both of them euphoric. Were things finally falling into place?
“I like you, (Y/N).” Tom said. “I know we have a long way to go and that we never really got along, but I’ve always liked you.”
“I guess I like you too, Holland.” She smiled at him. “I’m sorry for all the fighting over the years.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He shrugged. “We have plenty of time now, don’t we?”
“I guess.” She shrugged. “Do you have anything to eat?”
“I have pizza leftovers from last night and a microwave to heat it up,” Tom suggested. “But we can always call the front desk to ask for food.”
“Nah, I just want something quick.” (Y/N) opened the mini-fridge and popped some pizza out of there. She was quick to put two slices in the microwave so they could share. “Can I take a can of soda?”
“Of course you can. Get one for me too, love.” Tom said as he prepared the bed for sleeping. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch?”
(Y/N) looked back at the bed, which was definitely bigger than the one she has back home, and shrugged. “I think it’s big enough for us. We have to get used to it, don’t we?”
“You talk as if we’re obligated to be with each other,” Tom said, now setting the pleasant mood down with just a few words.
“Well, isn’t it the whole concept of soulmates? You just have to accept that they are meant to be with you?”
“Soulmates don’t need to be this artificial.” Tom sighed. “They have an instant bond, a natural connection. They shouldn’t feel obligated to be with each other.”
“Tom, I really don’t want to fight right now.” She said. “I know we have a lot of issues and we still need to work this through conversation, but I had a long night. I’m sorry if I’m treating this like it’s an obligation, it’s just… so new to me.”
Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. Judging by the colour of his ring, he was very stressed. “You’re right, yeah. Sorry.”
Instead of saying anything, (Y/N) left the pizza in the microwave to give him a tight hug. She watched his dark ring turn into a pink and blue-ish colour, meaning he felt both loved and relaxed. Her own ring matched his colours and it was the very first time it showed any of those colours.
“Thank you for this.” He whispered in her ear. “I really, really want this to work. Because you’re special (Y/N), and I’ve known that for a while.”
“I know Tom. Just, give us a little more time, alright?” She pulled back, her hands never leaving his neck, just to see his face. He smiled before nodding at her words.
“More time. Yeah, I can do that.”
One year later
“(Y/N), wait for me.” Tom called from behind her through the current mess of Dolby Theatre during the Oscars. She stopped her walk just to see what he had to say. Just like a year ago, Tom’s ring was painted black for anxiety and stress.
“What’s wrong with you?” She frowned as her hand immediately flew to the one who held his ring.
“I’m nervous about the award.” He admitted. This had been the first time he had ever been nominated for an Oscar, let alone for Best Actor. Tom had been shitting himself ever since he found out he was nominated.
“You’re gonna be just fine.” She pulled him into a hug and his muscles immediately relaxed under her touch. Once again, as every time (Y/N) touches him, his ring turned blue with a faint hint of pink. “I’m already so proud of you.”
“Thank you, love.”
It had been one year since they shared a hotel room at the Chateau Marmont to talk about them being soulmates. Ever since then, a lot happened between (Y/N) and Tom. They became close friends, trying to build the best relationship after years of hatred. Now they were best friends who were very much in love with each other, but they were just waiting for the right time to take this to the next level. Both knew they were meant to be together, but the best part of starting to like someone is the butterflies in their stomach. They didn’t want to skip that.
So that means they never kissed, not even once. Although, (Y/N) and Tom have been inseparable lately, they just couldn’t have their first kiss right before leaving for work in the morning or drunk in the club late at night. They talked it through and they had their entire life to just be with each other, so it could wait until the universe said it was time.
But maybe both of them couldn’t resist for much longer.
“Will you sit with me?” Tom asked her, who this time was only attending the event as his guest. Last year she won the Emmys, but this year she was taking a break to focus on the following season for the show that took her name to television glory.
“Of course.” She nodded and Tom helped her get to the table.
People and the media were starting to get more and more suspicious about them being soulmates. Not only they were seen hanging out together all the time, a fan caught them one night playing with each other’s ring as they shared dinner to celebrate Tom’s Oscars nomination. After that photo went viral, people just couldn’t leave them alone. And maybe attending the red carpet together didn’t help the rumours at all.
But (Y/N) looked stunning, even if this was supposed to be Tom’s night. He was dressed in a double-breasted Prada black suit that made the perfect contrast with her champagne satin dress, which kept her outfit simple and classy, perfect for the Oscars. He thought she looked as beautiful as she ever does and he wanted to show everyone that that was his soulmate - even though they were taking things slow. And just to close the whole look, Tom gave her a brand new ring that has been shining in purple for adoration ever since he put it on her finger.
Both of them had a great time commenting on the ceremony, making bets about the winners and cursing the Academy every time a good movie lost an award. But as the night was coming to an end, the closer it got to the Best Actor category. As they read all the nominees’ names, Tom searched for (Y/N)’s hand under the table and she gave him tight squeezes to calm him down.
“And the Oscar goes to…” Uma Thurman, who had been invited to present the award, started. “Tom Holland.”
Tom felt so relieved that the first thing he did was pull (Y/N) into a sweet and brief kiss, the first one they ever shared. It caught her by surprise, but she wasn’t mat at all. Actually, she very much liked it. After that, Tom was greeted by a few of his cast members and family before heading up to the stage to receive the award. He was on the verge of tears and (Y/N) was the only one who could see his ring shining green for mixed feelings.
“I’m still a little bit stunned by this.” He breathed out as he held the award in his hands. “Because little Tom would never imagine he would one day be standing on this stage to receive such an honour as an Oscar. I have a lot of people to thank and I am grateful for everything all of them have done for me over my career. But the work that got me this award couldn’t have been done without the help and support of my beautiful soulmate. (Y/N), I love you. This award is for both of us.”
The whole crowd broke into laugh claps and cheerings for Tom, but (Y/N) was too stunned to speak. She only arched her brows and smiled at him, reassuring him that it was fine. He continued to thank a few other people on the cast and crew, never forgetting his family as well, before coming down from the stage. (Y/N) immediately got up from her seat to meet him in the green room before they presented Best Picture.
Tom, who was being congratulated by a few people around, dropped the conversation he was having with Uma Thurman just to hug (Y/N). They stood quiet for a few seconds, just enjoying each other’s embrace.
“You’re crazy.” She whispered in his ear.
“I know.” He giggled. “But I just couldn’t help myself.”
“The whole world knows about us now.” (Y/N) said and Tom shrugged. “You kissed me for the first time in front of the whole world.”
“I wanted to make this night unforgettable.” He admitted. “And it will always be the best night of my life.”
“I love you, Oscar Winner Tom Holland.”
“I love you too, Emmy Winner (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He kissed her one more time before quickly pulling back, searching for two glasses of champagne to make a toast. “To happy years in our relationship and to many more awards.”
A/N: finally i opened my inbox again because ya girl is wanting to write something for once this time! Down below are the list for the fandoms and the characters I’m currently writing for and please notify that you must be put description of your age if you are going to reqeust smut. I also write fluff and angst.
Andrew Garfield! peter parker x reader
Druig x reader (finally had the chance to watch the eternals)
Peter. The simple two syllable name that belonged to person that made your arm tingle and spark like no other, the name of your soulmate. It felt nice to finally put a name to the person that your tattoo sleeve was based on. But you strongly wised that you could meet the face of your soulmate, but when he was Spiderman you can partly understand why he didn’t want to.
You still couldn’t believe that you had met Spiderman, and to top it off…he was also your soulmate. The only way you could even believe that last night truly happened, was the small peony and gardenia that showed up on your wrist.
You mindlessly traced over the small tattoo, still remembering the tingles that you felt by just being near Peter. Your soulmate’s interest was inked across your skin, science and Spiderman was his, but now seeing these small flowers made your heart race. You wanted to believe that it meant that Peter had gained an affinity for flowers, like you, but you deep down these small flowers were meant for you.
That thought alone, made your face heat up and heart race like as if you had ran a marathon. All day at school you wanted to find your soulmate, but you needed to respect Peter’s choices, you knew that the reason that he kept himself away was because of his secret identity, but that still didn’t shake your temptation to finally meet your soulmate, not when he was so close to you.
You were lying on your bed still trying to process everything. When you heard a small pat against your window, you thought nothing against it, thinking it was just the typical Queens prank, but when the small sound repeated itself, you finally turned, greeted by a beautiful bouquet that was set in your fire escape.
A bouquet of red and blue peonies, with beautiful gardenias and forget me nots. It was beautiful arrangement. You went to your window, opening it to pull in the bouquet, already getting the scent of freshly picked flowers. A soft expression grew on your face, as you realized who sent these flowers. You let out a small giggle, failing at hiding your smile.
Your arm started to shoot small tingles, feeling the tattoos spark to life, letting you know that Peter was close. You looked up seeing none other than the familiar white visors of Spiderman, startling you taking a step back, causing you to lose your balance in the process.
You were already expecting feeling your bum to hit the floor; however the only thing you felt was a warm hand encase your wrist as he pulled you back, letting you regain your balance. You were face to face, or rather face to chin with Spiderman as he was hanging upside down from the stairs of the fire escape. Spidey let out a soft chuckle.
“glad you found this amusing,” as a small huff left your lips, you tried to look annoyed at him, but you knew that you were failing since it only made him laugh a bit more.
“Hey is that anyway to thank the person that just saved you from your fall?” his face leaning closer to yours, but you weren’t going to back out, not wanting to see how much of an effect he had on you.
“Thanks by the way,” smiling up at Peter, holding the bouquet closer to your chest.
Peter almost promised himself to get you a bouquet daily if it meant that you would look this beautiful and pure every single time. He shook his head trying to remove the thought the head, because right now he was Spiderman not the easily flustered and shy Peter Parker.
“Your welcome, I mean I couldn’t let my soulmate fall,” the term sounding so foreign from his lips, still not believing that he was able to talk to you.
Soulmate. That word made your insides fill with what felt like butterflies, making you further hide into the flowers, wanting to hide how flustered he was making you. You looked at anywhere but him, memorizing the various hues the petals, trying to calm yourself by looking at the thing that never fails to center you, but it wasn’t working when you remembered that it was Peter that gave these flowers to you.
“I meant thank you for the flowers,” you whispered for gaze still on the flowers, because you knew that if you looked up at him, may not have been able to speak without stuttering.
You heard the thud against the stairs, the sparks going crazy on your arm. His gloved hand traced up your tattoos, the skin underneath feeling like fire, but you couldn’t push him away, in fact you craved to feel his bare fingers against your skin. His fingers traced down your arm, landing on the new flower tattoos that appeared, the sparks now running through your whole body.
“This one is new,” bringing your hand up to further inspect it, “I don’t remember seeing this one the other night.” The white eye visors zoning in on the tattoo.
“Because it wasn’t,” you whispered, almost thinking that maybe he hadn’t heard it.
Your breathing became more shallow and quicker, everything about Peter becoming overwhelming. You didn’t think someone that literally came into your life just the other day, could make your heart feel like this. You could honestly admit that there was something that drew you to him, but you weren’t sure if this natural connection you felt with him was because you knew that he was your soulmate or the reason it felt so natural to see yourself with him is what made him your soulmate to begin with.
His gloved hand, lifted your head, letting him fully see the aftermath of his presence, “I woke up with spider webs and a small spider on mine,” he whispered. You touched his arm wondering what his arm looked like; wanting to see the tattoos underneath, but the need to see his face was greater.
“I bet they look beautiful,” you whispered.
“They are, I mean, only makes sense, since they take after you.”
This time it was Peter that looked away, not sure where he got the courage to say that out loud, but he was telling the truth. He knew that he was taking too long, he only really meant to drop off the flowers and leave, but he couldn’t pull away from you, not when you were as entrancing as hidden forests and meadows that you hear in fairytales. This made sense because he felt that should he ever be with you it would be like a fairytale come true.
He really wanted to meet you as Peter Parker, then he could keep his Spiderman secret from you, but things were not in his favor. when you had met his alter ego first. That would be a regret he would have to carry, because it was his fault for not doing something sooner and purposely avoiding you at school.
“Do you have time to talk?”
Your face quickly shot up, not expecting him to actually stay longer than just a few moments. You nodded, taking any chance to be with him longer.
“But do you mind if we talk on the roof?” knowing that it was a safer, since you went sure if the walls would be able to hide his voice.
“I’ll meet you up there,” already swinging up to the roof to talk to you.
You quickly changed into something warmer and told your parents that you were going to tend to your garden, knowing you wouldn’t get questioned over it. You ran up the stair and through the door, your lungs and thighs burning, to spot peter sitting against the ledge, much like the previous night.
You slowly approached; wanting to calm down your racing heart, that you knew wasn’t from running up the stairs. Taking a deep breath you sat next to him, not sure what to do next.
“Did you put the flowers in vase?”
“Yea, they are really pretty Peter,” playing with your hands, trying to keep them from touching him again, “but why did you get them?
“I wanted to apologize,” eying that Peter hands were fidgeting with his web shooters.
You turned to look at him, a puzzled look on your face as you tried to think of what he could possibly be apologizing for, “you don’t have to apologize for your small patch up the other night,” it was the only thing came to mind.
“That’s not what I’m apologizing for,” his voice soft, showing how vulnerable he really felt.
“Then what are you apologizing for?” turning your body to face his.
Peter balled his fist, unsure of what do to next. You wanted to ask so much, but right now you needed him to break the silence. You placed your hand on his fist that immediately loosened and relaxed. His hand slowly turned, letting your fingers slip between his, the sparks now lighting up your whole body by just his simple touch. The bustling sound of the lively city muted around you, everything focusing on this moment and him. You intertwined your hands, expecting him to pull away, but he didn’t, instead he gave your hand a light squeeze.
“I’m apologizing for everything, for never talking to you as Peter, for avoiding you at school, for not being able to give you the relationship you want. I’m apologizing for everything that comes with me being your soulmate,” his hand squeezing yours needing something to anchor himself. He was hurting because he knew that despite wanting to be there for you, this was as close as he could allow himself to be, and he yearned to be closer.
“Peter I told you, you don’t need to apologize,” resting your forehead on his shoulder, instinctively placing a small kiss on his suit.
“No you don’t get it. I had many chances to talk to you, to get to know you as Peter, but I never did. And now…I can’t,” his voice cracking in between words.
Peter’s arms brought you on his lap, pulling you into a hug. Your world becoming scented with shampoo and a hint of sweat, memorizing the scent that belonged to Peter, you just wanted to burn every detail about him into memory. You hugged him back, making him feel even smaller in your arms, and even more vulnerable than ever, hinting you that he was one that rarely showed his true emotions. One of his hands lifted the bottom portion of his mask, letting him press a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m not mad at you Peter, I can’t get mad at you because given your situation right now, I would probably do the same thing,” nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, seeing stands of curly brown hair, that you couldn’t help but toy with. “But can I ask you something Peter?”
He nodded, his hold on you not loosen, wanting to hold you as close as he could, because right now you were what was keeping him from breaking down even more.
“Why did you never approach me at school, especially if you knew I was your soulmate? Did you not want me with you?” your hand clutching his suit, making Peter feel even more because you felt hurt, and he was the reason for it.
“I did, I still do. I wanted to talk to you so many times, but I didn’t think you would’ve liked me?” He admitted, biting down his lips to keep himself from saying anything else.
It was getting harder to breathe, and it wasn’t because of his hold on you, but rather by how overwhelming his raw emotions felt. You could feel how exposed he was, his heart was on his sleeve letting you peak at the person that resided within the suit and you knew there was still so much more he was hiding.
“Peter, why would you think that? We’re soulmates for a reason,” you whispered as your fingertips brushed against his exposed skin of his neck, making Peter’s own heart beat faster.
“Because I’m not cool or important like Spiderman. I’m a nobody; I’m a nerd that gets made fun and bullied constantly, I only have two friends, and constantly outlasted, I’m not like you (Y/N), I’m not popular or well liked, I’m just nothing. I didn’t want you to know that your soulmate was a loser or worse, that you wouldn’t want me because you deserve so much better,” his voice slightly chocking at the last part, and trying so hard to keep his lips from quivering.
Your heart was breaking, this was too much raw emotion for you to handle. You cupped his face, before leaning to press a kiss against his soft cheek. Your single kiss became kisses, feathering his face with small kisses. You felt the underneath tense up as his jaw tightening, almost to keep himself from tearing up.
“Count your blessings, not your flaws,” each word punctuated with a small chaste kiss before pulling away, “I told you, you are deserving of a soulmate. And no matter what you say, I could never be ashamed of you or anything, even if you weren’t Spiderman,” you forehead pressing against his. “Did you really think I would reject you Peter?”
“No, but I couldn’t help but think about it over and over. You deserve so much more (Y/N),” he whispered, his hands covering yours, pulling down to press a kiss in the center of your palm.
“I wish you could see how wrong you are, because when it comes to the two of us, I think it’s me that got lucky, not you,” your thumbs caressing his face, toying with the edge of his mask.
You weren’t sure how long you two stayed like that, it could have been minutes or hours because time didn’t seem to matter, not when you were in his arms. Being either Peter felt as easy as breathing, it didn’t require any thinking; it didn’t require effort, it just felt natural. You thought it was ridiculous when you heard stories when soulmates meeting and instantly falling in love, but right now, it didn’t seem so ridiculous. Your heart never once slowed down since it was in his presence, the butterflies you felt never stopped, and in fact they felt that they were more alive than ever.
“Peter, can I please know who you are, can I see the person underneath the mask?”
so yea this is part 2, really hope it wasnt that bad. so yea, really know what you all think. i honestly didnt think that people would have liked it as much as they did. i was honestly expecting a few notes but i saw that it finally hit the 1k mark i was like ‘woah’, so thanks it really helped me push through. hope to have part 3 up by the end of the week but not for certain. also sorry for any grammar mistakes
Request: Hey do you think that you can write a peter Parker x reader where the reader and peter are friends and goes under some anesthesia after some sort of surgery. After the surgery peter say some really fluffy things to the reader while she records it. (anon)
word count: 2,739 (i can’t seem to write short fics)
“You sure you’re not in any pain Peter? I can always go get the nurse if you want,” your voice filled with worry as your best friend was getting prepped for his cast for his broken arm.
“No, I’m fine (Y/N), I can feel it working. My arm doesn’t even hurt that much,” trying to calm you down.
“You sure?” still wanting to make sure he was ok.
Peter nodded, squeezing your hand slowly calming you down. You both waited till the nurse would roll you into the room where they would take x rays and apply his cast.
“Are you sure you don’t want Aunt May in here instead?” your hand interlacing with his.
“No, don’t think she would be able to handle this,” trying his hardest to not show how much of an effect your touch was having on him.
Peter was starting to think that maybe Ned would have been a better choice, because he couldn’t he wasn’t sure he could trust himself once the anesthesia kicks in. He’s seen the videos of people admitting some personal secrets, and last thing he wanted was to admit his love for you, since he wasn’t sure it would cause problems between you two.
You and Peter had been best friends since 6th grade, somewhere along the way you had stolen his heart, but this point he would have willingly given it to you. Simple touches made his face heat up, warm smiles made his breath stop; you holding his hand made his heart explode, everything about you just sent his body on overdrive.
“Thanks (y/n),” you don’t know how much you mean to me. That’s what he wanted to admit but he doubted that he ever could, because he would be sure to get tongue tied in the process.
“I’d do anything for you Peter,” your smile lightening up your face that instantly made his heart pound against his chest.
It had to be illegal to be that adorable, and what’s worse is you had no clue how much of an effect you had on him. He could hear Ned’s voice in the back of his head, telling him to admit his feelings for you. He would always refuse stating that he needed to find the right moment to tell you.
“(y/n), there’s something that I should tell you…,” feeling like this was the best moment to tell you.
You nodded, seeing a slight change in his attitude.
“I-”
“Peter Parker we are ready for you downstairs,” the nurse knocked as she let herself in.
Peter quickly shut his mouth, already feeling his face heat up with embarrassment and anxiety that made him squeeze your hand, as his jaw becoming stiff. You cupped his hand, pulling him from overworking mind, his chocolate eyes locked with yours, seeing that they were starting to relax, his breath starting to become more even.
“You’re going to be fine Peter, I’ll be here the whole way,” giving him the smile that never fails to make him weak.
Peter bites his lip feeling slightly better; he squeezes your hand offering his own smile in return before turning to the nurse, “is it ok if she comes with me?”
The nurse smiled, “yes, as long as she follows instructions, your aunt is still going to be waiting outside, so if you need to, you can also step outside,” referring that last part towards you.
“Thank you,” both yours and Peter’s mood lifting.
“So I’m just here to give Peter his administration of a general anesthesia before the we take him that way it starts taking affect when they start with everything downstairs,” as she went with the medication administration process and possible side effects.
You followed them as they took him to a new room, starting to see the medication take effect as he started to relax, a soft smile forming, as the medic team worked around him.
“Is this supposed to happen?” not knowing what to expect.
“yes, we gave him something a bit strong, since they may have to realign his broken arm a few times till they get it right,” the doctor explained, “however we are going to ask to step outside while we take the x rays alright?” as they started the first set of x rays.
You nodded, easily being able to remove your hand from his holds, but didn’t notice the way his hand followed yours, Peter not wanting to be away from you.
A few moments later you were called back in after the x-rays were done. The moment you walked in Peter’s eyes looked glazed over, a goofy smile on his face. However you were more distracted by the white plaster that was being mixed, while the nurse was starting to stabilize his arm.
“Hey Peter,” sitting on the bedside chair, as they explained that they were able to align his arm perfectly in the first try.
“Doctor have you met my girlfriend?” his voice slightly slurred but still had the typical enthusiasm that you have grown to love.
Girlfriend?You were sure that he’s never mentioned a girlfriend before to you before. You seriously thought about texting Ned to ask him if Peter was keeping secrets from you, especially when Ned knew your feelings toward Peter.
“No I don’t think I have Peter?” he smiled as he starting applying the cast, while the nurse kept his arm stable.
“Well she’s right here, isn’t she beautiful. Most beautiful girl in all Middletown…all Queens,” his smile lighting up the whole room as he looked over at you, “and she’s mine!” dragging out that last part in almost a sing song way.
Your face instantly heated up, eyes wide that you were pretty sure that you looked like a deer in front of a headlight look. You his girlfriend? You beautiful?
“Peter I’m not your girlfriend,” your face feeling like it was burning up, not being able to look Peter in the eye, but couldn’t help but hold his hand.
“Are you sure we aren’t dating?” his eyes now focused on your hands, “I mean we hold hands all the time, you sleep over at my home, you braid my hair! I think we’re dating.”
“No you’ve never asked me out,” trying to keep your composure.
“Ok, (Y/N) will you go out with me?!” his voice getting louder with each word, “I promise to make you so happy, you won’t regret it!”
“I don’t think so Peter,” your heart now hammering against your chest, even though you’ve imagined him saying those words countless times, nothing could really prepare you to actually hear them, even if he wasn’t fully himself.
“But why not?” his face reminding you of a child who was refused his favorite toy, “I love you (Y/N), don’t you love me?” his voice coming out low.
You could hear the soft chuckles of the med staff, finding this moment amusing, not helping with the embarrassment that you were feeling, “Peter, pretty sure putting her in the spot isn’t going to win her love,” his nurse stated.
“But you don’t get it, I love her sooooo much! She is so beautiful, and kind, and amazing. When she holds my hand, I never want to let go, and she’s so beautiful. I sometimes imagine calling her (Y/N) Parker, but that’s not till after we graduate college,” his words coming at high speeds that you almost wondered if you heard everything correctly. “And when she’s in my room, she may not know it but I take pictures of her all the time. And when she smiles it’s just wow, her laugh is just whoa, (Y/N) is just something else. ”
Your face felt like it was on fire but try as you couldn’t help but smile at what Peter was saying to you. You knew that Peter may not mean the things that he was currently saying, but still it was nice to hear them. You couldn’t help to wish that he really meant it.
“Hey (Y/N),” his hand shaking yours, you looked over at Peter hoping that he wouldn’t notice how flustered he was making you, “I love you soooo much! I would make you so happy if you gave me a chance.”
You smiled because you knew that he was saying the truth. One of the reasons that you fell so hard for Peter was because he was everything you wanted in someone: patient, kind, understanding, and so many qualities that you weren’t even sure that you could list off. Falling in love with Peter was as easy as breathing, and right now, this felt even easier than that.
“I know you would,” softly smiling at Peter, seeing the pink tint to Peter’s face glad that you weren’t the only one feeling flustered, “but we aren’t dating right now.”
“Well we can change that (Y/N), just date me” his voice getting louder with each passing word, “make me the happiest guy in all new York (Y/N)!”
You sighed, “Ok Peter I’ll date you,” knowing that there was no harm in playing along, it’s not like he would remember this later, right?
Instantly his eyes lit up, a large grin forming on his face, “she said yes! Doctor she said yes, I’m dating (Y/N)! My dream came true,” the doctor wrapping his cast in red and blue, as he cheered on and so did the nurses, “see even they are happy for us!”
Your heart was hammering against your chest, at the way he felt so happy on asking you out. The last thing that you expected was for him to bring your intertwined hands and kiss the back of your hand, “I love you so much (Y/N)!” you couldn’t help but smile at him, “gosh I love your smile so much, I wish I could take a picture of it right now.”
You were lost for words, how do you even respond to that. You weren’t sure if the right thing to do was to play along, or correct him.
“So we are going to keep him here for a while longer, till the effects wear off a bit,” the doctor explained, “I’m just going to step outside and explain the care and follow up appointment to his aunt,” as he stepped outside to find aunt may.
“Babe?” bringing back your attention to Peter, “do you not love me?”
“Peter, of course I do!” not wanting to see him upset like earlier, “why wouldn’t I love you?”
“Then why don’t you say it? Did I do something wrong?”
You really were stuck. Of course you loved Peter, but you honestly meant your feelings, unlike Peter, because for all you knew this could be a somewhat delusion from what they administered to him. However this could be the only time that you could freely admit your feelings to him, without any consequences of ruining your friendship.
“No Peter, I truly am in love with you, have been for a while. But I don’t think you are going to remember this when your back to normal, but yes I love you dearly,” you leaned and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t you ever doubt that.”
“I wouldn’t I remember my dream girl saying she loves me,” he said with a saddened face.
“I love you so much Peter, but you aren’t going to remember this later,” you explained.
“Can I see your phone?” his demeanor constantly changing.
You were surprised, just a moment ago he was a sad small child now; you could literally see the small gears in his mind working. He had a plan and you weren’t sure what he could be thinking in his state of mind. “Yea,” pulling out from your back pocket and unlocking it for Peter.
He let go of your hand to hold the phone, as a small smirk formed on his face, “are you sure we weren’t dating before this?” tilting the phone in your direction to let you see a picture of Peter of your and Peter showing eating a giant slice of New York style pizza. You were embarrassed, that you instinctively went to reach for your phone, but even in this state, his reflexes were better than yours. “Hey I’m not done yet,” he said as he started scrolling through your phone, and opening the camera app.
You were a bit confused, if he wanted to take a selfie, he could have told you and you could have taken it instead. However Peter switched from camera to record, seeing the small red circle at the corner as the timer started.
“Is this thing recording?” his eyes squinting, and instantly opening wide when he realized that he was, “ok future Peter, or present Peter? I honestly don’t know which one you will be, but that’s beside the point. So I am here to tell you that you need to man up and ask (Y/N) out, I mean just look at her,” switching the camera to you, making you instantly cover up your face, “I mean she just said that she loves us, well me…us? I’m getting sidetracked, but yes ask her out! She’s prefect, also I mentioned the photo album we have of her, so make sure you deny it exists! Also she gave me a kiss, take that future Peter!” his mood changing as fast as he was talking.
You let out a laugh, he really was something else, “see even her laugh is beautiful, you have to promise me that you will do anything possible to make her laugh,” his eyes meeting yours, “seriously Peter we need to make her ours! Also we need more pictures of her smiling,” failing to whisper that last part to himself, “(Y/N) if you are watching this with future me, I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH! I would blow you a kiss with my other hand, but it’s sort of broken?” but still attempted to give the camera a kiss, “and if Peter says that he was lying about our feelings for you, he is lying. Bad Peter! You should see our notebooks, your name is written all along the margins, it’s embarrassing if you ever see them, but you won’t, so it doesn’t matter,” earning him another of your laughs, “I’m sorry future me, I wasn’t supposed to tell her”
You laughed even more, “Ok (Y/N) you have to promise me that you will forget that last part?”
“Forget what?” Already playing along to his request.
“Forget that I write your name all over my notebooks and have photos of you everywhere,” he said with a warm smile.
You nodded and leaned in to press a kiss on Peter’s forehead, making sure to comb through his chocolate curls, bringing back Peter’s bright smile on his face, almost reminding you of a puppy.
“Take that future me! She kissed me! Twice!” as he pointed at the camera at himself, knowing that he was going to be so red in the face when he sees the video later.
“I could kiss future Peter too,” wondering what sort of reaction you would get.
“No! I mean yes, no! Is it possible to be jealous of myself? Because I feel jealous,” he said, forgetting that he was recording, “but you will kiss me later again right?”
“Only if you ask me out Peter!”
“But I asked you out just a few minutes ago,” momentarily dropping the phone, “you’re my girlfriend, and I am the luckiest boyfriend in all of Queens! Plus that’s the point of this video, show it to me when I’m ‘normal’, even though I feel completely fine right now,” as he reached for your hand. “Promise me you’ll show me the video, maybe then I’ll find the courage to ask you out,” he stated.
“You really do love me Peter?” part of you still doubting him.
“Of course I do! I love you so much (Y/N), I love you! I love you, and if my arm wasn’t like this, I would pull you and kiss you soooo much!”
“You’re going to be so embarrassed when I show this to you later,” you said reaching for your phone to end his recording.
“No I won’t! I still can’t believe you doubt my love!” reaching for your hand.
“Well see later, lover boy.” Kissing his head once more.
“Take that future Peter! Also…sign my cast! Can’t wait till I ask you out again later!”
so yea second peter work done. hopefully the person that requested this liked how it turned out, no way of knowing since it was an anon. also for those asking i will continue Inked,however with the way I’ve planned it dont think its going to be so happy. really just trying to get the hang of his character, hopefully i’m doing him justice
soulmate au: you and your soulmate have tattoos that represent the others interests that tingle when you two are close to one another
word count: 2,273
A/N this is honestly written for @parkerbpete, since she inspires me to write so much, like i love her work and ugh, she is my writing senpai. i love her and yea, hope you all like
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Ink stained across your arm forming an intricate sleeve, a tattoo filled with things your soulmate was interested in, that would fluctuate from time to time. You remember that before it was filled with electron diagrams, pi and other math symbols, chemical structural formulas, and things you couldn’t recognize, all coming together to form a science themed tattoo sleeve, but now all that changed. Some tattoos fading to make space for your soulmate’s newest interests, which mainly consisted of the newest superhero to join the scene, Spiderman. Spidey’s logo was now on your bicep, a small avenger’s logo on the base of your wrist, a crest that matched the iron man suit, and spider webs lacing the new tattoos with the old. But the one thing that never changed was the writing that surrounded your wrist that was written in their writing, “always be yourself”
You had the vague idea that your soulmate attended Middletown with you, since the only time the writing on your wrist seemed to tingle, was walking down the corridors of school. But you always thought against finding them, having the idea that they were better off without you. Plus after spending hours staring at your tattoos, you felt that you two would have nothing in common. You may have been smart enough to attend Middletown; however your interests were more inclined to herbs and plants, not science.
So you made the decision to not look for your soulmate, because if they didn’t bother looking for you, then it only proves they didn’t need you in their life. So you would just continue walking down the halls, knowing that someone at school could also feel the tingling sensation on their arm.
You were gathering your supplies to tend your rooftop garden before you headed to sleep, however the last thing that you expected was to see Spiderman on your rooftop. The red and blue hero was resting against the brink ledge, as he clutched his arm, seeing a few gashes on the suit.
“Spiderman are you ok?” setting down your supplies.
A groan escaped his lips, his body trying to become alert, but couldn’t with how tired he felt. He shook his head, “no, but I’ll be fine in a bit” trying to sound heroic but failing in the process.
You quickly went over to the small first aid kit, knowing that although it wasn’t built for serious injuries, there were still supplies for simple cuts and injuries from when you would nick yourself while tending your garden, “I seriously doubt that.”
As you approached Spiderman, small tingles ran up your arm, as the writing on your wrist started to feel warmer with each passing step. Your heart sped up knowing the reason why your arm was tingling, but right now his injuries mattered more than asking him if he was your soulmate. You gently set your supplies down, being mindful of where he was hurting and ignoring his intense gaze. Your hands were slightly trembling, anxious of being so close to him that you started to question if you could do this. You weren’t sure if you were nervous because you were near Spiderman or near your soulmate. Your licked your lips and emptying your thoughts, reaching out for his right arm, and the moment you touched it, you felt the warm spark run across your arm, confirming the small doubts in your mind, this really was your soulmate.
You didn’t do anything to call attention to it, and focused on the gashes on his suit, seeing the scarlet liquid staining not only the suit but the pale skin underneath. You reached for gauze and peroxide, “this may sting a bit,” the bottle still trembling in your hand, reminding yourself to keep calm.
You looked up at Spidey, wanting some sort of confirmation that he was ok with this. He nodded, and you started to pour the liquid over his wound. A hiss escaped his lips, as the water met the raw skin. You gently started to pat the area dry, making sure that the wound was clean before you moved on to the next. Your whole right arm never stopped sending the small sparks, that you wondered how he could keep his composure, when you were almost a nervous wreck. You looked up at him, meeting the visors that covered his eyes, but it didn’t lessen the speed of your heart or the warmth that was spreading across your face.
“That’s a nice sleeve,” his voice finally filling the silence that surrounded both of you.
“Thanks…it’s based on my soulmate,” your voice coming out as a whisper.
His gloved hand traced over the writing, before he started to travel up the rest of the sleeve, making your heart go into overdrive and your skin so sensitive to his touch, making you bite down on your lower lip, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. “I know,” his voice no longer sounding hurt, “my arm is filled with flowers,” his hand now tracing over one spider webs.
You continued cleaning; doing everything you could to not be distracted by his touch, though that was easier said than done. You slightly leaned forward, “(Y/N),” you whispered, your fingers lingering on his skin, seeing ink that you assumed to be a flower petal. You tried desperately to distract yourself from the gentle touch he was giving.
“(Y/N),” the simple word, coming out almost as soft as flower petals that you weren’t ready for, “you feel it too right?” you nodded, exactly knowing what he was referring to. “Never thought I would meet my soulmate like this,” an empty laugh escaping his lips.
“I never thought my soulmate would be Spiderman,” you said in return, not noticing the way your hand instinctively sought out his, and not flinching away when he slowly interlaced his hand with yours.
His thumb rubbed circles around yours, feeling a slight tremble in his hand as well. A small smile formed on your lips, glad that you weren’t the only one that was nervous.
“I’m sorry for being your soulmate,” his voice losing his typical ‘hero’ tone, but in its place was a saddened beaten voice, instantly making your smile disappear.
“Hey,” your free hand reaching up to gently cup his cheek. Spidey leaned into your touch, making your heart melt more than it already was, “don’t count your flaws, everyone is deserving of a soulmate. Especially you, for all the trouble you go through to keep everyone safe,” squeezing his hand as you leaned in to him, wanting to do anything to help but not knowing where to start.
Spidey’s forehead pressed against yours. You were met with the white and black eye visors that you felt that if you stared hard enough, you could start to see something that resembled eyes hidden underneath. Everything seemed to blur around you, nothing else really mattered besides him right now, almost as if time stopped around you. You almost had to remind yourself to breathe, something about him hypnotizing you, to not pull away. You willingly let yourself get caught in his webs. Spidey leaned in, making you worry that he may be able to hear your how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.
“Thank you, I really couldn’t have asked for a kinder soulmate,” his hand still toying with yours.
Your face was aflame, and try as you might you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, that they only thing you could do to hide your smile was to cover it with your hand. He started to stand, instantly sending you to your feet, remembering that you were actually hear to help his wounds. You aided him up, wanting to make sure that he was ok to even be walking.
“You’re going to be ok right?” just wanting some reassurance.
“Yea, I’ll be fine (Y/N),” still not used to hearing your name coming from him, “what’s your favorite flower?”, momentarily confusing you, not expecting such a random question. .
“Gardenia and peonies,” looking around as they were your most abundant flowers in your collection. You quickly went to pick a red peony; you reached for his hand and placed the small flower in his larger hand. Spidey looked down at the flower, holding it as if it was precious glass, not wanting any harm to come to the small flower.
“They’re beautiful,” he answered, stalling for one more second with you, but knew that he had already spent too much time here; last thing he wanted was for you to be in harm’s way because of him. He stood on the ledge, his eyes focused on you. He wanted to stay, finally meeting his soulmate, there were so many things that he wanted to say and ask but right now was not the moment, “peter,” he said knowing that the least he could do is give you his name, there were far too many peters that the odds of you finding out were slim.
“Hmm?”
“My name, its peter,” he repeated.
“Peter,” this time it was his turn to have his world shaken with a simple word, glad that he was wearing a mask to hide his goofy smile. You repeated it once more, tempting Peter to stay even more than he originally wanted to. “Take care of yourself ok peter,” a warm smile on your face that only made Peter further fall for you.
“I promise,” he answered, taking a quick jump off the balcony making his way over to you once more. He couldn’t help himself as he lifted the edge of his mask, letting you see the plump pink lips and strong jawline. You thought he was going to lift the mask higher but before you could even ask what he was doing, his lips landed on your forehead.
Your eyes were wide open, taking in his soft lips against your skin, the way his hands gently held your face in place. Your hands covered his, letting your eyes close, enjoying this feeling of being cherished. You smiled as you finally realized why finding your soulmate was a big deal, because in this short meeting, you could already feel something so special with Peter that you haven’t felt with other of your exes. He finally broke the kiss, your hands instantly clutching his, not wanting him to leave, wanting to be selfish and just stay a few moments longer.
Peter pulled his face away, looking down seeing your doe like eyes, and haze look in them, the way your lips looked so tempting to him, wanting to know if they would look just as beautiful after he has kissed you senseless. He wanted to stay but right now he could only burn the image of you to memory because after tonight he wasn’t sure when he would allow himself to be this close to you, despite every fiber in his being telling him that he belonged to you.
“I should go,” knowing that was the last thing that Peter wanted to do.
“I guess,” still not loosening the hold that you had on his hands, because that was the last thing you wanted too.
Peter couldn’t resist, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, feeling the corner of his mouth brush against yours. You were officially caught in his webs, because that small taste left you tempting for more, but you weren’t sure when you would ever get to be like this with him. You finally let go of his hands, and he slowly started to lower the mask, your heart still pounding in your chest.
“I’m sorry if I can’t meet you in real life…I just want to,” not wanting to sound selfish for not meeting you in school.
“You just want to keep me safe,” knowing exactly where he was going with that.
“Yea,” he responded flatly.
“I understand, but did you know I was your soulmate before tonight?”
“Yea, I did. I was so ecstatic when I found out that the most beautiful girl in Middletown was also my soulmate,” failing to his small moment of happiness.
“I’m not beautiful,” trying to hide your smile.
“You are to me,” he whispered.
“Good night peter,” you whispered, not knowing how much more your heart could take.
“Night (Y/N). I promise to keep you safe as both Spidey and peter,” knowing that this was the most he could give you.
“Try to stay safe, for me,” making his heart ache, because he could feel the sincerity of your words.
He nodded, not trusting himself with words right now, as he finally jumped off your roof, hearing the tip of his webs as he acrobated into the sky. Your ran to the edge wanting to catch a last glimpse of your soulmate, seeing him further disappear into the night, as well as the sparking feeling in your arm start to fade. In those few moments, Peter had stolen a piece of your heart and left a part of his. You stared off in the direction that he left, only to be brought back to reality when something wet drop on your hand. You looked up, seeing not a single cloud in the sky, as another drop hit the back of your hand.
You brought your hand up, feeling the bittersweet tears, because you realized how true Peter’s words were, the best way to keep you safe, was for you two to never be together. He was your soulmate, one that you could never be with no matter how much you both wanted, it was his price of being a hero.
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A/N so yea still not sure if i should continue with this or not. like i could just leave it here. but it could easily make itself into a small mini series, but if it does, im afraid that i may not feel the motivaiton to finish it. so yea, please let me know what you think
Summary: Tom and (Y/n) are expecting their first child together and everyone is excited. But (Y/n) fears she won’t be a good mother when her own mum put her through Hell and back and the past won’t leave her alone.
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A fond smile formed on (Y/n)’s lips as she rolled her eyes that had been concentrating on watching her grandparents for the last ten minutes. As much as they were a loving old couple who got along so well after the years, the amount of tiffs and arguments they had was unreal.
(Y/n) had been watching her grandma tap and hit her husband’s arm for the past five minutes, telling him quietly to stop poking around and touching things. This wasn’t the first time Laura and George had met Tom’s parents but she wanted to make a good impression still, and George prodding around their home wouldn’t do that, especially if he knocked something over.
They were all at Tom’s parent’s house for a celebration dinner, his parent’s wanted to celebrate that they would soon have their first grandchild and since (Y/n)’s grandparents had raised her, naturally they were invited round too.
Turning on her heels, (Y/n) left the pair bickering quietly in the front room and made her way through to the kitchen where Nicki and Henry were.
“Thank you for inviting them, they were thrilled when I told them.”
Summary: Tom and (Y/n) are both excited to be in labour and have their first baby, but when their baby becomes stuck, (Y/n) has to be hurt in order to save their baby.
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Reaching down, Tom slowly rubbed his hands up and down (Y/n)’s arms as his eyes were almost half closed from the tiredness that was washing over him. He closed his eyes to try and rid himself of the headache beginning to form behind his eyes before he leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head. He could feel how badly (Y/n) was shaking and how she was trying so hard to breathe deeply like they had been advised.
Closing her eyes, (Y/n) dug her nails into her arms that were folded over and resting on Tom’s thighs. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with her kneeling on the carpet in front of him.
(Y/n) had grown restless simply laying on the bed, and walking around the room only made her legs feel heavy and weak. She didn’t want to sit or lie on the bed like she had done earlier and she was fed up of walking around. Kneeling like this had been the only position she hadn’t tried in an attempt to relieve the pain and the pressure.
During the night (Y/n) had started to feel pains but they had been told not to go to the hospital until her waters had broken or else they would be waiting around for quite a while. They had waited impatiently through the night for any sign of her waters breaking and contractions starting so they could go but nothing had happened yet. It was five in the morning and the couple were now starting to get very restless.
Tom continued to run his hands up and down (Y/n)’s arms, noticing she seemed the slightest bit calmer and at ease in this position.
“How you doing, darling?”
“I- I think I need to move around again.”
(Y/n) lifted her head from resting on her arms, her eyes watering as exhaustion washed over her. Labour was in the very early stages right now and she was already spent, she dreaded the thought of this lasting out longer than a day. (Y/n) didn’t know how long she could last before she gave up. Everything leading up to this point had prepared her but now she was doubting if she would get through labour.
This was the very moment she had been dreading for the last nine months.
(Y/n) and Tom had both relished in how supportive and excited their families had been about their expanding family. Tom’s brothers were all eager to be uncles, his parents had wept at the thought of being grandparents and (Y/n)’s parents were over the moon about her having a baby. Now it was finally happening, (Y/n) just wanted to skip the labour part and go straight to the afterbirth where she could hold her baby and be glad labour was done.
“Okay, let’s get you up.”
A gentle smile formed on Tom’s lips as he slid his hands along her skin so he was holding her upper arms before he moved so he was crouching in front of (Y/n). He waited until she nodded that she was ready, with her arms now locked around the back of his neck, before he slowly lifted her to her feet. It was a great relief to (Y/n) that Tom held the strength to lift her up and take her weight even when she was nine months pregnant. It made it so much easier when she wanted to move, especially with the pain she was in. She didn’t have to wait around for her energy to appear, he just lifted her like she weighed nothing but a feather.
Closing her eyes, (Y/n) rested her temple on Tom’s shoulder, relaxing when she felt his lips pressing to the top of her head. He slowly swayed the pair of them side to side like they were slow-dancing like they did at their wedding.
Even though (Y/n) had very little energy to keep herself stood upright like this, she did feel better standing up than crouched with her muscles cramping up. And with Tom rhythmically swaying them side to side, it was like music was playing in the background and it was hypnotising and relaxing to (Y/n).
“This kid really wants to keep us waiting, don’t they?” Tom mumbled against her hair quietly, closing his eyes as he started to rub his hands up and down her back.
Tom had been right in his suspicion that (Y/n) would go into labour before their due date rather than after and their due date was two days away from now so he had been almost spot on. Both of them had been prepared for how long a first birth could take but Tom didn’t realise they would be waiting this long just for (Y/n)’s water to break.
The couple had decided to keep the gender a surprise and now they were finally getting close to seeing their baby and finding out of they had a baby boy or a baby girl.
(Y/n) chuckled quietly in agreement, not bothering to open her eyes as she turned her head, pressing her cheek against Tom’s shoulder. She knew if she wasn’t in discomfort and feeling anxious she would have fallen asleep standing up by now.
“Do you wanna sit down, you look like you’re gonna go to sleep.” Tom questioned gently, tilting his head down so he was looking at her but (Y/n) shook her head.
“M'fine.” (Y/n) kept her arms loosely locked around Tom’s neck as he started to sway them again. She knew she wasn’t going to go to sleep just yet, she was in too much discomfort for her brain to turn off and she was too anxious about when her water would break. But she had to admit that being with Tom like this in silence was comforting and very relaxing.
Tom’s mind started to wander away without him for a while, random thoughts and ideas and things to remember started to pop into his mind as if trying to distract him from their current situation. Just as he found himself forgetting where he was, he was brought back to reality when (Y/n) tightened her arms around his neck. Her lower back arching out as she turned her head so her temple was pressing into his chest.
“Everything okay there?” Tom mumbled but (Y/n) could feel his breaths increasing and his lips curving into a smile against her hair when he noticed the puddle of water around her feet.
Her waters had finally broken.
Tom couldn’t help but sigh in relief as he tipped his head back with a smile. He couldn’t help but be thankful because he didn’t know what would have happened if her water had been delayed any longer than this. He knew it wasn’t good that they had been waiting this long already for her waters and contractions to start. It put both his wife and unborn child at risk so to know they were finally starting made him feel less anxious.
“Okay darling, let’s get the bag and make out way to the hospital.”
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Why did he have to look like that?
Why did Tom look like he was posing for a photoshoot without even doing anything or actually trying?
He had curled his fingers through his hair making the strands flop around his forehead and near his eyes that were looking up through his lashes. He was wearing a plain white shirt that showed off his tense muscles and the veins almost popping out of his skin, and a pair of black nike shorts.
But it was the way he was leaning over, his elbows resting on his exposed knees and his hand entwined together that made him look like he was doing a photoshoot. He looked enticing to (Y/n) but he wasn’t even trying, he was in his slacks because he knew he would be wearing them for the next day or so since they were in the hospital.
Whereas (Y/n) was in a very thin, uncomfortable hospital gown with her hair tied in a loose bobble at the back of her head. There were strands falling out at all places around her face, her hair was knitted with sweat and her skin was flushed and covered in sweat. She looked like she was about to burst into flames and every muscle, vein and vessel were exposed beneath her skin.
(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed as she tipped her head back against the pillow that had moulded around her head by now. She wanted to relax, to have a few moments to properly breathe and just collect herself but she couldn’t due to the agony tearing her apart from the inside out.
“You’re doing wonderfully (Y/n), a few more big pushes and then we should be able to see the head.”
Despite the good intention behind the words, they were beginning to sound patronising to (Y/n) but she bit down her distaste and opened her eyes again, determined to have this baby as quickly as possible. She had been here since half past five this morning and it was now almost noon. (Y/n) wanted this baby out of her and in her arms so this was all over and done with.
She didn’t want to be praised or patronised or given a gold star.
“Not long now darling.”
Getting to his feet, Tom moved and sat down beside (Y/n) on the bed like he had done earlier. Every so often he got up to stretch and when (Y/n) was relaxing and waiting for contractions he got up so she could move around and stretch.
Now that (Y/n) was nearing the end of labour, Tom wanted to be at her side ready to praise her to the moon and back for having their child.
(Y/n)’s chin tucked into her chest and her hand moved so her fingers slotted into the groves between Tom’s so she could have a better grip on his hand to stayed and ground herself. When his chin perched on her shoulder it felt like he was pushing with her, trying to give her his strength to help her carry on.
Tom had sat in (Y/n)’s position a few times before, with (Y/n) sat or laid between his legs and it never bothered him at all. But he was beginning to wonder how on Earth (Y/n) was managing and how badly her hips must be hurting to have her legs bent outwards for so long because it wasn’t too comfy for him after a while.
A half hearted scream mixed with a sob left her lips as her frame began to shake, limbs pulling inwards as she tried to gain the breath that was being stolen from her. The shaking felt like electricity was swarming through her veins and battling out with the pain that had numbed her legs and set fire to her pelvis. Now (Y/n) was beginning to regret wanting this process to speed up because the pain was more unbearable now than it was before when waiting seemed endless.
“I don’t like it.” The words came out in a short huffed breath and a shake of her head when the contraction finished and (Y/n) let her muscles loosen and her body flop like she was a puppet whose strings had just been cut. (Y/n) didn’t know if she was referring to the discomfort she felt, the pain or the lack of energy this process was causing, but she didn’t like any of it right now.
“I know baby, but you’re so close now.” Tom whispered in response, peppering kisses to her neck as she held his hand, her whole frame trembling.
Everything began to buzz in (Y/n)’s ears, words blurring together as she couldn’t concentrate properly on what was being said around her. But everything seemed to come back into tune again when the next contraction started to build up.
It felt like such a weight had been resting on her pelvis that was trying to snap her bones, but the moment their baby’s head was born the pain seemed to ignite worse before it dulled significantly. The contractions and pains continued to pulse through (Y/n) but she felt like she was drifting into a state of sleep. That’s what she wanted, to get this done and go to sleep to make everything stop, just for a little while.
“You alright darling?” Tom’ voice was quiet and tickled the shell of her ear. She could feel his lips forming into a smile that pressed sweetly against the burning skin of her neck as she managed to nod her head in response.
“The head’s born now, take a deep breath before trying to push again. Would you like to feel?”
(Y/n) shook her head, her lips twitching into a tight lipped smile of decline before she closed her eyes again, leaning into the pillows more and more as her energy dwindled. She was running on last reserves now but it didn’t really matter since they were almost there now.
A shiver ran through (Y/n)’s nerves that seemed to spark and tingle when she felt Tom breathlessly laughing and smiling into her neck when he moved his hand to reach for their baby’s head. Children had been something both of them had wanted from the start and this pregnancy couldn’t have come soon enough for them both.
“Let’s start pushing again, shall we?”
“No.”
“It’ll all be over soon baby, less than an hour left and it will all feel like a dream. I’m here with you, I’m not going anywhere.”
Tom’s silky, whispering voice made tears well in (Y/n)’s eyes. He had told her from the start that if he could take over or feel the pain for her then he would. It made him feel awful that he couldn’t do anything to help with the pain or make this process more bearable for her. But he could stay by her side through it and encourage her and try to comfort her.
They both knew she couldn’t stop pushing now.
It didn’t take much more pushing before the pain ignited in a way that (Y/n) didn’t like at all, and the midwife didn’t seem to like it either.
“Stop, stop just relax for a moment.” Her tone was soothing and her expression was calm but her words weren’t having the same effect. “Alright, baby’s shoulder seems to be a bit stuck. Start pushing again, I’m going to have to try and pull the shoulder free.” (Y/n) turned her head so her eyes locked with Tom, worry very evident in her gaze but the warm look in his eyes and the nod of his head was enough to keep her calm.
He couldn’t have her panicking right now because she didn’t need the added stress, she just needed to try and stay calm and get ready for when she had to push again.
(Y/n) tried to keep pushing but she could feel the baby’s shoulder jamming into her insides and if she carried on pushing the baby would take her insides with her. A scream errupted from (Y/n)’s lips as she tried to push but it backfired until the pain was shooting through her nerves and rebounding up right to her head.
“(Y/n), I’m paging for the doctor to come and help as baby is stuck and if they don’t move or breathe within five minutes of the head being born… they could have lasting damage.”
Tom shivered at the sob (Y/n) let out as she tried to push herself up on her elbows to get ready to push again but the pain was unbearable.
Shuffling over, Tom wrapped his arm around (Y/n)’s waist and tucked her into his chest like he was trying to keep her safe and take away her pain. He could feel tears welling in his own eyes as he tried to control his breaths that were going through the roof. This couldn’t be happening, they were so, so close to sailing through labour with no problems at all and then this happens.
“Hello, I’m Dr Addams. Run me through the situation.”
A skinny man in his late thirties bustled through the door, snapping latex gloves on his hands as he jogged over to the end of the bed where the midwife was, along with another midwife running in behind him.
“Head’s born, right shoulder is stuck, it’s been two minutes forty seconds and I can’t wedge the shoulder free.”
“Okay, keep counting… (Y/n), I’m going to try again to free baby’s shoulder. I need you to push again for me.”
(Y/n) locked eyes with Tom before she tried to push again, squirming in utter discomfort when she felt the doctor’s fingers trying to free the baby’s shoulder causing her to wail like she was the newborn in distress.
Tom watched the concentrated look on the doctor’s face before he looked over at their midwife who was looking at her watch to count the seconds ticking by. He didn’t like the thought of reaching five minutes with no progress because he knew what they meant by damage. There would be brain damage if the baby didn’t breathe within the first five minutes and if they were stuck for much longer, Tom and (Y/n) could lose their first baby.
“Time?”
“Almost four minutes.”
“(Y/n), baby is well and truly stuck and we need to get them out now. I need to break baby’s collar bone in order to free their shoulder and arm. Babies bones heal quicker than adults so baby will be fine, but there is a very small chance that they could have nerve damage.”
(Y/n) jolted up like she was about to get up and walk away before Tom tightened his hold around her to try and keep her from hyperventilating or harming herself out of worry. Tom couldn’t prevent the tears from flushing down his cheeks as (Y/n) started to tremble. They couldn’t hurt her baby, it wasn’t their fault that they had become stuck like this. She didn’t want anything to be wrong with her baby and she didn’t want to allow them to become hurt and have lasting damage.
“N-no… Tom- don’t hurt my baby.” (Y/n)’s stomach repeatedly jumped up and down with her very shallow breaths.
Her eyes looked over at her husband before she looked back to Dr Addams, couldn’t he do anything else that wouldn’t hurt or endanger their baby?
“Four minutes twenty.”
“I… Hell, okay I could cut an incision and break your pelvic bone which would allow us to move baby more and pull them free without hurting them. We need to hurry, what should I do?”
The doctor needed (Y/n)’s permission to hurt either her or her baby and if she wasn’t able to give it then he would need Tom’s permission. Even though it was to save their baby he couldn’t hurt either of them without consent. But they needed to hurry up and choose who was going to get a broken bone so the doctor could free their baby and make sure they were okay.
“Darling I- I can’t-” Tom couldn’t choose who could get hurt. He didn’t want (Y/n) in anymore pain than this but he didn’t want to hurt their baby either.
“Break my bone.” (Y/n) wailed the response before she leaned her head back into the pillow, grasping it with her left hand as her right hand clenched around Tom’s hand until he couldn’t feel it anymore.
She couldn’t have her baby hurt to save her, she was their mother, she was the one who was meant to feel the pain so that they could be born. The baby being hurt and broken wasn’t part of the deal, that wasn’t how it was supposed to work out.
Tom tucked his face into (Y/n)’s neck, moving his free arm so it was resting over her chest and her baby bump. He knew he was going to have to pin her down soon to stop her from moving due to the pain she was about to go through for their child.
“Anaesthetic… cutting in now.”
(Y/n) groaned when she felt a needle being punctured into her skin near to her leg to give her a small amount of relief. She tensed every bone and muscle she had control over to brace herself for what was about to come. She didn’t want to know when it was happening and she wished she could fast forward time so she didn’t have to feel it. Whenever she had to have injections she panicked until it was over and done with and she could feel that panic now but it was amplified by one hundred.
The moment she felt the scalpel cutting through her skin she let out a hoarse cry and began to shake when she felt the doctor’s hands moving for the dreaded act of breaking her bone.
Tom couldn’t help but gag and make a noise as he stopped himself from being sick when a sickening snap echoed throughout the room followed by a banshee howl from (Y/n). Horrible sobs and piercing screams left her lips as she started to move like she was convulsing causing Tom to lean his weight onto his arm to stop her from moving or else she would hurt herself.
Tom’s face burned red and his throat tightened to stop him from being sick as he breathed heavily into (Y/n)’s burning hot skin.
(Y/n) felt like she was about to pass out when she could feel Dr Addams moving her baby before pulling them free. She was glad she didn’t have to push because she had no will to do so. She felt crippled, broken and on Death’s door.
“Baby’s born, take her and check her over. I need fluid bags and a morphine drip in here now.”
Tom didn’t know how long has passed but he knew it was less than a minute before he heard the undeniable sound of his daughter crying. He had a little girl, (Y/n) had been broken like this to save their little baby girl.
“Ooh darling… you did it, she’s okay. I love you so, so much.” Tom whispered words of comfort and praise against (Y/n)’s temple as he shakily moved his hand to comb through her hair, trying to calm her down. He hated how badly (Y/n) was sobbing and how she was trembling in his arms from the aftershock and the pain of what she had just endured.
“(Y/n), the placenta isn’t coming away and I know you can’t push anymore so I’m going to take you to theatre now. I’ll remove the placenta and make sure your pelvic bone is put in place so it will heal. When you wake up you’ll be on a morphine drip with no pain and a beautiful daughter waiting for you. Okay?”
Dr Addams’ voice was calming and soothing as he capped off the IV in (Y/n)’s hand so she could be taken to an operating room straight away. The sooner she was put under, the sooner she would be free from pain and back on the road to recovery.
Usually he would wait a bit longer before deeming surgery was necessary to remove the placenta but even if (Y/n) had contractions, she wasn’t going to push with her bone broken like it was. And Dr Addams couldn’t pull or remove the placenta himself without operating. He wanted (Y/n) to be as pain free as possible and this was what he had to do for her.
Tom kissed (Y/n)’s temple again before he brushed away her tears. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed, no mother should go through that pain but it showed just how good a mother (Y/n) already was. She made sure their baby wouldn’t be hurt and took that pain herself when she didn’t have to. Tom would forever be proud of her for that.
warnings: swearing, mentions of grief, mentions of hospitals and death, ! TW !: miscarriage, SMUT (!minors dni!)
a/n: pheeeeeeew, here we are folks. last chapter. thank you to everyone who’s read this fic and stuck by me. it’s been blood, sweat and tears and i appreciate every single one of you. it’s not completely over yet, since there will be an epilogue, but for now, this is it folks.
love you all.
The first thing you’re aware of when you wake up is that it feels like an elephant is sitting on your head. The second thing is that it smells like Tom. His familiar scent fills your nostrils, and it makes you equally dizzy and comforted.
You let out a groan as your eyes flicker open. The sky outside is dark, and you frown as you sit up in the bed. You’re in Tom’s bedroom, the only light coming from a device plugged into the wall, on the far end of the room, close to the door.
You remember the conversation you’d had about the light clearly.
“A nightlight?” Tom asks you, a hint of a smile on his lips as you walk through the store.
“Your room is so dark,” you complain, “Seriously, how can you sleep in that much darkness?”
“I like darkness!” he defends, “I can really clock out then,”
“Well, either way we’ll need it, because I’m pretty sure newborn children don’t like dark bedrooms, and I’m not about saddling our daughter with a lifelong fear of the dark when she’s barely born,” you tell him, continuing to walk down the shopping aisle.
Tom doesn’t follow you, and you only notice after a second he’s stayed rooted on the spot, staring at you with slightly wide eyes.
“What?” you ask him, frowning.
“Our daughter?” he repeats to you, and his voice is small, full of surprise and disbelief.
Your heart thunders as you realize what you’ve just said to Tom.
You take a deep breath, before nodding. “Yeah…,” you let out, a sort of finality in your voice, and you smile slightly as you shrug, “I mean, who am I really kidding?” you let out a slight breath of laughter, looking at tom, “Of course it’s our daughter,”
Your words roll over Tom, and you watch as he takes a shaky breath, his eyes shining slightly, as the corners of his mouth pull upwards. He’s walked over to you in three strides, and before you can do anything, he’s swept you up in a hug, lifting your feet off the ground as he turns. You let out some surprised laughter as he lets out a semi-whoop.
“Tom!” you exclaim through laughter, and he only sets you down after a second, pulling away, only to look straight at you. The happiness in his face is evident, and his eyes are still shining with emotion as you feel him take your hand, pressing his forehead to yours. Usually you’d be embarrassed to be standing in the middle of the baby aisle of M&S like this, but the warmth that fills your chest overshadows your shame.
Tom’s eyes are closed, his lips upturned into a smile, and he lets out a sigh.
“What?” you whisper with a small laugh, and Tom opens his eyes, staring into yours. You can see every part of his face from this close, including the smile lines near his eyes you love so much. The adoration in Tom’s eyes make your stomach flutter, and your knees weak with giddiness.
“Our daughter,” he whispers to you, and you can’t stop the smile that spreads over your own lips.
You jar yourself out of your memory, your chest aching as you try and take a deep breath. You manage to get out of bed, walking through the room towards the door. You’re not wearing the clothes you had been earlier today, and instead find yourself dressed in one of Tom’s t-shirts and a pair of boxer shorts that smell of laundry detergent. You’re still wearing your underwear, but not your bra. Usually, the knowledge that Tom had to undress you would make you feel awkward, but you don’t seem to feel it as much now for some reason.
The hallway is also dark, and you pad through it, going down the stairs, where you can hear some noise in the living room. It’s voices, and for a moment you’re worried Tom has company, but then you see faint flashing lights coming through the doorway that leads to the living room, you realize it’s the TV.
When you finally step inside of the living room, the TV hanging directly over the fireplace is on, but the volume is low. Your eyes find Tom sitting in the large armchair by the window, a lamp on the coffee table next to him switched on. He’s reading what looks like a script, but he looks up as he hears your slight footsteps.
“Hey, you’re awake,” he says, and you nod, pursing your lips awkwardly.
“Yeah,” you say, smiling curtly, before you chew on your lip, not really knowing what to say to Tom.
“You want some food?” he asks you, “It’s late now, but I ordered some takeout earlier and left you some,”
“That’s okay,” you say, smiling awkwardly, “I’m not very hungry,”
“Okay,” he says simply, nodding, his eyes sliding back to his script for a second.
After a minute of awkward silence, in which you decide whether or not to open conversation about what happened earlier, you finally decide to say something.
“Are you upset with me?”
You hate how meek you sound. In normal situations, you’re not so fussed about who you upset, but it seems you’ve realized Tom isn’t just anybody, he’s Tom; childhood friend, best friend, father to your unborn child.
Tom lets out a breath, lips pursed in thought as he shakes his head. “No,”
You nod, feeling relief course through your body. Almost immediately, Tom watches your shoulders deflate of tension. He knows that stance; you’d had it since your mum died, and it usually meant you were uncomfortable or nervous. It’s a very guarded look, as if Tom can literally watch you put up defensive walls. It used to be the default around Tom and his family, but Tom hasn’t seen it on you since Christmas day, after your talk. He’s happy to see a lack of tension in you now, which tells him he’s someone you’re still very close with, despite all of your ups and downs.
“Are you seeing someone for it?” Tom asks you after a second.
“Are you?’ you return, slightly defensively, gaze locking with his, and he presses his lips together in mild annoyance.
You let out a breath, fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “This morning…I didn’t exactly make a good start,”
Tom chuckles a little, and you give him a slight smile. Tom’s eyes shine in the dim light, and they feel like they’re staring into your soul.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” his voice cuts softly through the silence, and his words make a warm feeling erupt in your chest. There’s a lot of emotion in Tom’s voice; you feel and recognise every one.
“No,” you say after a deep breath, shaking your head slightly.
You’re not upset about that. It may have taken you getting wasted and an extremely confronting 30 minutes with the new therapist, but you’ve finally recognized you don’t have to be okay. You lost a part of you, and it’s something you’ll need time to recover from.
“Are you?”
Tom looks at you in silence for a second, nodding, lips pressed together. He doesn’t say anything, just nods, but even though it’s dim in the living room, you can see his eyes watering.
“Tom,” you say, your tone slightly worried as you watch him bury his head in his head in his hands. In three strides you’re at his side, sinking onto the armrest of the chair and wrapping your arms sideways around him. His crying makes your heart hurt, and every shake of his shoulders makes you want to hold him tighter.
You hold him in silence for a small while, arms wrapped tightly around Tom, whose breaths start to come more easily. After a second, he pulls away from you, wiping his cheeks. You give him a compassionate look, and he lets out a breath.
“You should really eat something, especially after the day you’ve had,” he says, and you let out a soft chuckle. His arm is resting on your leg from when you were holding him, his hand resting near your knee.
“Sure, I’ll eat something,” you tell him, your tone gentle.
Tom nods, before his hand gives your leg a pat as he nods, taking a deep steadying breath before looking up at you. “I’m sorry about that,”
“Idon’t even want to hear it,” you say firmly, your arm giving his shoulder a squeeze, before your hand moves from his shoulder, fingers brushing his cheek, “Tom,”
Your voice is soft and gentle, filled with care and even a tinge of disappointment in your voice that he would think an apology was necessary. He closes his eyes with a breath, leaning into your touch slightly.
“You don’t ever have apologise for your grief,” you tell him gently, but your tone is firm, “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you had to,”
He lets out another relieved breath, eyes opening again as your hand falls back to your side. “Salmon teriyaki?”
You give a small smile. “Sounds delicious,”
10 minutes later, you’re sitting in the kitchen, on one of Tom’s barstools. The sky has gone from semi-dark to a rich, deep blue night sky, littered with stars. The light over the kitchen island is on, but dimmed, and Tom is standing by the stove, the light of which illuminates his face in contrast to the relatively dim kitchen.
“You know we could’ve just microwaved it, right?” you ask him, a hint of amusement in your voice.
“Doesn’t taste as good,” Tom counters, making a face, “Who wants soggy salmon and rice?”
“Maybe I do,” you counter, and he looks over his shoulder at you, a single eyebrow raised skeptically.
“Okay, maybe I don’t,” you admit after a second, and he chuckles as he turns back to the stove.
He’s only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and you find yourself staring at the grooves in his sculpted back, which makes your heartbeat quicken.
Finally, he turns off the stove, grabbing a plate and putting the contents of the pan on the plate. You get up, stepping around the kitchen island to reach into the cupboard and grab a glass, but at that moment Tom turns around as well, arm reaching for the same cabinet.
You almost butt heads, and you let out a surprised sound as you look up straight into Tom’s face.
“Sorry,” you say with an awkward laugh, and he shakes his head.
“I, uh….” he stammers, eyes going wide as he looks at you, “I’m sorry, t-that wasn’t w-what–”
“No, no, it was me…” he says, but his sentence dies in his throat as his eyes meet yours. You’re standing very close, and you can feel Tom’s breath on your face.
He swallows once, and you watch his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips for just a second, before he’s looking at you again. He leans in slowly, and you stand still as a statue as Tom kisses you gently. Your body is stiff, and you don’t reciprocate immediately, which makes Tom step back.
His sentence is cut short as one of your hands pulls him towards you by his hip, and your lips meet again.
There’s nothing gentle about this kiss, and your mouths move with each other as though you were starved. One of Tom’s hands has come up to cup your face, your hair bunched in his fingers as he pulls you further to him desperately, and you feel his other hand grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin.
“We shouldn’t–,” Tom mutters between kisses, “I can stop–”
“Donot stop,” you mutter against his lips as you kiss him over and over, pulling him as close to you as you can. Your mouth parts, your tongues meeting in an open-mouthed kiss, breaths mingling.
His lips kiss from your mouth to your neck, and you angle your head to give him better access, eyes closed and mouth ajar in pleasure as his lips set your skin alight. He kisses further down, fingers hooking over the neckline of his own t-shirt to expose more of your chest to him. Your eyes open just to watch Tom get to his knees, lips never leaving your skin, travelling in a line down your stomach, past your belly button, towards the dip of your hip bone, where he leaves gentle kisses.
“Tom,” you moan his name as you feel him leave a hickey on your hip, which makes you shiver, and when your eyes look down at him, you can watch him smirk against your skin, before his eyes come up to look into yours. One of your hands in knotted into his curls, the other against his cheek.
He looks magnificent like his, shirtless in the dim light and on his knees in front of you, eyes boring into yours. He makes his way back up, bunching your shirt up as he kisses up your stomach, stopping right at the bottom of your breasts.
When he’s finally level with you again, your lips meet again, seemingly moving in perfect harmony. Tom’s hands both move down your back towards your ass, and you feel as he goes through his knees, hands sliding down the back of your thigh and lifting you clean off the ground. You let out a moan as he sets you on the countertop, both hands now lying flat against your thigh.
“We should go upstairs,” he tells you between kisses, and you nod, humming in agreement.
He steps away to let you hop off the counter, and the minute you’re standing in front of him, Tom brings a hand up to brush a hair out of your face. The way he’s looking at you makes you dizzy, and as he wraps his arms around you again, pulling you in for another kiss, you let out a contented sigh. When you pull away from each other again, you take his hand and lead him out of the kitchen. He keeps close, one of his hands lightly on your waist, and when you’ve made it about halfway up the stairs he pulls your back to him, kissing the side of your neck.
“We won’t ever get to the bedroom like this,” you tease in between moans as his teeth graze against your skin, and he chuckles against your neck, before you feel his teeth graze your earlobe.
“Do we have to?” he whispers, making shivers run down your spine.
With a grip on your hips, he turns you to face him, pressing his lips to yours, tongue pushing into your mouth as his hands travel further down to your underwear. He hooks two fingers on the waistband and pulls them down your legs, before you step out of them as they fall in a pool at your feet. Because you’re standing a step above him, Tom has easy access to you, and you gasp as you feel his fingers run along the fold of your thigh. Your hands are on his shoulders, steadying yourself, and when you open your eyes to look at him, his fingers wait patiently.
“This okay?” he murmurs, kissing you lightly, and you let out an affirmative sound.
He chuckles. “I kind of need to hear you say it, love,”
“Yes,” you mutter out, and without warning, Tom’s fingers move and he slips a digit into you.
Your mouth opens into an O as another moan crosses your lips, and your fingers dig into Tom’s shoulders as pleasure courses through you. “Fuck, Tom,”
Another fingers joins the first, and together they move inside of you, making you feel things you don’t think you’ve ever felt as his name falls over your lips in a whimper.
“You make the prettiest sounds,” Tom whispers against your lips, “I could listen to you all day,”
He smirks as you moan again when his fingers move more. “Tom, I–…oh,”
“Mmh?” he asks, kissing more of your exposed skin, his tone feigning innocence, “What?”
“Please,” you whisper, letting out another moan, before your hand moves to his head, thumb running over his lips as two fingers grip his chin lightly, “Please fuck me,”
His lips part as his eyes close and he lets out a groan, before opening his eyes to look at you, corners of his mouth turning up into smirk.
“That a request, love?” he asks you quietly, and you smirk slightly, teeth sinking into your lip as the tip of your thumb moves into his mouth. Your other hand has travelled down to his sweatpants, and you palm him through the fabric, feeling his arousal. Tom’s eyes close again, an expression of pleasure falling over his features as he groans.
“Definitely,” you say, before your hand moves to his shoulders and you turn you both around, so now Tom is standing facing the top of the stairs. You pull on the waistband of his sweats, which don’t give way, instead saying firmly put. You try again, Tom still kissing you, and after a second of struggling you pull away from Tom and frown down at his sweatpants.
“Are these glued to your ass or something? Jesus,” you let out, and Tom lets out a laugh, before he tugs on the knotted drawstring, which is inexplicably tucked on the inside of the waistband.
“Sorry, they were a little big so I had to tie–”
You shut him up by kissing him, and when this time around, you tug on his sweatpants, they slide down his thighs with no resistance. He’s not wearing any underwear, and you’re grateful you don’t have to take more clothes off of him as you gently push on his shoulders. It takes barely any force from you for him to sink down, sitting down on the edge of the step. You’re about to straddle him on the staircase when you stop.
“What?” he whispers, giving you a semi-concerned look.
“Do you have a condom?” you ask him, making a grimace, “Because last I checked, we have a pretty bad track record,”
He lets out a breathy chuckle, nodding towards his pants. “Pocket of my sweatpants,”:
Usually you’d be curious as to why he’s got a condom in the pocket of his sweatpants, but your brain dispels those thoughts as quickly as they came when he pulls out the foil wrapper, unwrapping it and putting it on in record time.
“Have you been practicing?” you tease him, giving him a joking skeptical eyebrow.
Tom’s answer is to reach up, put both hands to the back of your thighs and and pull you down towards him abruptly. You sink through your knees with a squeal of surprise, managing to manoeuvre a leg around him so that you’re straddling him. One of his hands winds into your hair, and he tugs your head back gently, kissing the side of your mouth, which is open in pleasure.
“Shut up,” he whispers against your mouth, and you let out another chuckle, before he kisses you full on the mouth. Your hand moves between the two of you, and with your help, you feel Tom slip inside of you.
Both of you pull out of the kiss to let out shaky breaths as he sinks into you.
“Jesus,” Tom lets out in a strained voice, one of his hands falling to your hips to help guide your movements. “Fuck, I’d forgotten how good you felt,”
You let out an agreeing sound as you begin to move your hips, a chorus of moans coming from both of you.
You’re very close like this, chests pressed together as your arms wind around Tom’s neck, keeping him close to you as you move, pushing him further into you. It’s more intimate than the last time, but you find yourself loving how close you are to him like this, how easily you’re able to kiss him and touch his face.
Tom’s hips move upwards to meet yours, and every time he thrusts up into you, pleasure courses through every inch of you.
You quickly find a rhythm, and the noises that cross over your lips are like music to Tom’s ear as he leans down to kiss the valley between your breasts, running his tongue over your skin. You arch your back, your head leaning back slightly as his hands stay firmly on the small of your back, mouth traveling to your breasts, leaving kisses and hickeys alike.
He’sjust as good as you remember him being; maybe even better.
After several minutes of what you would arguable call the best sex of your life, a familiar feeling starts to bubble in your stomach, your moans getting higher in pitch.
“Tom… shit, I’m so close,” you mutter, head coming back as his lips leaves your chest, and he kisses you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You feel one of his hands move between you, the pad of his fingers beginning to run circles over your clit.
He knows exactly what it takes to push you over the edge.
In a matter of seconds the buildup in your stomach and chest explodes, and you scream his name as you crash through your orgasm. Tom doesn’t stop his hips moving up into you, the other hand gripping your hip tightly and pushing you down onto him.
“Fuck, Y/N, that’s right,” Tom groans, feeling you squeeze around him.
Combined with the sounds you’re making and the way you’re saying his name as you come undone around him, Tom can barely hold his own orgasm as it rushes through him. His hips stutter as he lets out a yell, and you feel him come into the condom, fingers digging into your skin so tightly you’re sure it’ll leave a mark.
The silence is filled only with your panting breaths as you both recover, and you press your forehead to Tom’s as you try to calm your thundering heartbeat.
“T-that was–” he stammers, but you interrupt him.
“I know,” you whisper, mouth curling into a smile, “Holy shit,”
You feel Tom’s arms wrap securely around your waist, pressing you even closer to him as he kisses you. It’s gentle and loving, but you can still feel the passion in it, which makes your heart flutter.
When you pull away and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you, the same look he had earlier that makes you knees positively weak. There’s a mischievous glint in them too, and you can see the corners of his mouth pull up into the beginning of a smirk.
“Wanna go again?” he asks, his tone cheeky, and a smile splits over your face as you chuckle, kissing him briefly.
“We have all night, my love,”
Several hours – and rounds – later, you’re lying on your stomach in Tom’s bed, elbows folded over Tom’s chest and chin resting on your hands. Tom is lying under you, shoulders propped up slightly on one of his pillows. One of his hands is toying with strands of your hair, twisting them between his fingers absent-mindedly. The sky is dark out, and the alarm clock on his bedside table reads 3:06 AM.
“I’m calling your bluff on this one, there is no way that happened,” you say through a laugh, and Tom’s chest vibrates under you as he chuckles.
“Scout’s honor,” he says, nodding vigorously, “I told him not to take those shots and he didn’t listen,”
“He actually passed out in the bathtub?” you ask him, raising a skeptical eyebrow, “I swear Harry isn’t that much of a drinker,”
“Heisn’t,” Tom exclaims, “But New York does something to him, he always manages to get shit-faced,”
You nod, chuckling at the story. A moment of silence follows, and you seem to want to ask Tom something, but he can tell on your face you’re hesitating.
“What?” he asks you quietly, and you look up to meet his eyes.
“What was New York about?” you ask him tentatively, and he takes a deep breath.
“Honestly?” he asks, letting out the breath, “I just needed to get away… what you said hurt, and somehow everything here reminded me of it,”
“I’m sorry about that,” you tell him, chewing on your lip, and he nods.
“It was good for me to go,” he tells you, “I had some very interesting conversations with people I hadn’t seen in a while,”
“Oh?” you ask, your voice full of innocent curiosity, but Tom knows better, and he narrows his eyes at you a little bit.
“Y/N,” he says, his tone indicating he’s seeing right through you, “Just ask,”
“Did you really go on a date with Zendaya?” you blurt out, and Tom smiles slightly as you feel his fingers play with your hair.
“No,” he says reassuringly, shaking his head, “We did go to dinner, but as friends… believe it or not, she’s one of the people in my life who knows me better than anyone. She was there when this whole fame thing even started, and she really helped me through it then…at some point, I guess, it felt like a natural chain of events for us to date, but I don’t think we were ever destined to be more than friends,”
“Destined to?” you repeat, smiling slightly, “You believe in that sort of stuff?”
Your tone is a little skeptical, but Tom’s face appears dead serious as he nods.
“Oh yes,” Tom says through a breath, “I think there is a someone for everyone… some people just never find each other,”
“Grim,” you say with a breathy chuckle, and Tom smiles, before shrugging.
“Maybe it is,” he says, before taking a breath, “Either way, nothing ever happened in New York, except that she told me to stop whining and get on the soonest flight back to you,”
You frown a little, corners of your mouth pulled into a disbelieving smile. “She said that?”
“Told you she knew me,” he says, “Barely 5 minutes after I’d told her the entire mess she was telling me off for coming to New York in the first place instead of being home with you,”
“Harsh,” you chuckle, and he nods.
“Yeah… but it was good to talk to her and Jacob,” Tom said, “I never really thought about it, but talking to others is a large part of healing,”
You’re silent for a moment, chewing on your lip, before you look up at Tom, your eyes shining. “I’m sorry I ever said those things to you, Tom,”
Your tone shakes with emotion, the sorrow and regret obvious. Tom purses his lips, taking another breath, before his hand moves from the back of your head to your face, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
“It’s okay, love,” he tells you gently, smiling slightly, “I’ve already forgotten it,”
You let out a shaky breath, laying your head down on his chest. You stay like this for a while, your head on his chest, listening to Tom’s steady heartbeat in your ears.
“Marry me,”
Your head snaps up to look at Tom, your eyes wide with shock as you let out a disbelieving laugh. “What?”
Tom is smiling, the crinkles near his eyes more pronounced than ever.
“Marry me,”
He repeats it in a simple tone, as if he were asking you to get something at the shop, rather than asking you to spend the rest of your life with him.
“It’s three in the morning,” you say matter-of-factly, frowning slightly, but his smile doesn’t waiver as he shrugs, and you feel his hand stroke the back of your head soothingly.
“So?” he says indifferently, his eyes full of adoration, “Marry me,”
“Tom–” you begin hesitantly, but he cuts you off.
“Look, before you shut me down with what I’m sure are very valid reasons as to why you shouldn’t… I realized something, when we were apart,” Tom says, taking a deep breath, “It was never about the baby. I mean it was, at some point, but then it wasn’t, if that makes sense?”
“Not particularly,” you say quietly, and Tom purses his lips, swallowing once.
“I was missing what we could’ve had, but mostly I was missing you,” Tom says, looking down at you, “I think somewhere, you went from someone I knew that was having my kid to my best friend. I mean, the first time you asked for space, I spent all that time being miserable, and I didn’t even realize it was because I missed you… maybe it wasn’t as clear then, but it’s more clear now than ever that you have become a lot more to me than you ever were.”
You open your mouth again to speak, your face hesitant.
“Fact is, I love you… and you know when I bloody realized it?” he lets out a dry chuckle, and you close your mouth abruptly, “It was when I was on my way back from New York… I was so hurt by what you’d said, but I realized I had already forgiven you for it, because I couldn’t even fathom not having you in my life…I still can’t, baby or not. You’re my one, Y/N, I know it, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He fumbles for a second, before you watch as his hand comes up and he wrestles the signet ring on his pinky off of his finger, presenting it to you. “It’s not exactly a 4-carat diamond, but… marry me,”
It feels like all the air has been knocked out of your lungs as Tom looks at you, and you blink several times as his words sink in, your eyes staring at the ring clasped between his fingers. Just when Tom’s insides start to twist in anxiety that he’s spoken too soon, your mouth curls into a smile, and just the sight of your smile, and the fact it’s for him, and no one else, makes Tom’s heart sing.
“I love you, too,” you reply simply, and Tom lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s been holding in, smiling brightly, “But I won’t marry you,”
Tom’s face falls. “Eh? Why not?”
You let out a chuckle at how disappointed he looks.
“I’ll tell you what handsome… I won’t marry you, but I will date you,” you muse, and he raises a single playful eyebrow, “And if that goes well, well… we’ll get to the marriage thing eventually,”
“You know you just completely ruined my super-romantic proposal,” Tom says, shaking his head with a smile, and you let out a laugh, burying your head in his chest, “What do I get out of this arrangement?”
You bring your head back up, moving one of your hands to take the ring from between his fingers, sliding it onto your ring finger. Surprisingly, it fits.
“Apromise,” you tell him softly, holding up your hand, and Tom’s smile is brighter and more vibrant than you’ve ever seen it, “Deal?”
He leans his head down, and your lips meet in a tender kiss. When you pull away from each other, Tom lets out a content breath as your eyes meet, an expression of pure happiness painted across both of your faces.
Warnings: absolute filth…I don’t think any type of warnings other than just pure smut.
Word Count: 3180
Summary: After being sent to an island for a work trip, you find yourself trying to find a balance of business and pleasure when Tom, another solo traveler, checks in to the resort and shows you an entirely different form of paradise. With him.
A/N: Praying to the tumblr gods that this series doesn’t flop so please share it as much as you can! But here’s my all new summer series which I am INCREDIBLY nervous about. But I hope you guys like it? This one has been honestly so fun to write and by far my smuttiest one! Big thanks to @osterfield-holland-andcompany@lauras-collection for helping me out with this one and the moodboard! Pleaseeeee interact with it! THANK YOU AND ILY – xxx N
The manager at the concierge slid your room key over to you with a smile, welcoming you to the island and their gorgeous resort. You couldn’t deny it was absolutely beautiful being here in Hawaii, but you didn’t think you would be here by yourself experiencing this place for the first time. You needed to remind yourself that work was work and you should be lucky your job allowed you to come to review resorts like these.
Being one of the top critics for one of the best travel magazines in the country had its perks, everyone wanted your opinion on where to stay. You knew your opinion didn’t matter much at all but it still felt nice having people want to know what you thought on certain things. The job could get lonely but it was a part of you now and you didn’t want to look back. The success meant so much more to you than that.
Handing you a map, the manager continued to give you the details on what the resort had to offer. Spa treatments, excursions around the entire island, yacht rides, and so much more that you were actually feeling a bit overwhelmed. You would be here for two whole weeks but you still would have a lot of ground to cover all by yourself. Especially since most of the amenities were for couples or honeymooners. Fantastic, you sighed to yourself.
Taking the pamphlet, you smiled and thanked the manager before you found your way to your room. Whenever you were doing a review on a new resort like this one, they never failed to give you the works. The complaints you had earlier were gone when you found yourself in such a gorgeous suite all to yourself; the view of the clear blue ocean right outside your window along with your very own private outdoor jacuzzi. Palm trees swayed back and forth while you felt the ocean breeze hit your face when you opened the balcony door to get some fresh air.
You were certainly going to make the best of this, you told yourself as you admired your view.
Grabbing your phone that you had tossed on the bed, you texted your boss to let him know that you had arrived safely and would report back to him in a few days about the trip so far. You took your laptop out and placed it onto the desk that was sitting in the living room to get a small workplace started to get some writing done. This was for business, after all, not pleasure.
You unpacked your bags and the jet lag had hit you a bit once you finished. You were too tired to actually do any real exploring today so you thought now would be a good time to explore the resort and check out the beach before the sun went down. Putting on a brand new yellow sundress and a pair of sandals, you grabbed your room key and went off to take a look around at your own personal paradise for the next two weeks.
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“What the hell do you mean you’re not coming?!” Tom groaned on the phone while he lugged his suitcase across the lobby floor. He was exhausted from traveling and now receiving this bombshell was not what he was expecting, “I’m literally in Hawaii right now, man…”
It really had felt like Tom’s luck lately continued to run short. His last job had let him go due to budget cuts and nobody else seemed to be hiring him, his ex-girlfriend was about to get married even though she swore to Tom that marriage had never felt right for her, and now his best friend was bailing on their lad’s trip when Tom was already there. What else could go wrong for him?
“I’m sorry, Tom! I feel like shit about it but my boss is being a pain in the ass about getting these reports into him by this week…’’ Harrison sighed on the other line while Tom stood in line at the check-in, “Trust me, I’d much rather be in your shoes right now than mine,” he told him.
Tom scoffed, “Unemployed with absolutely no prospects? Spending this trip by myself when it was supposed to distract me from Liv’s wedding this weekend? I’m sureyou want to be me,” he let out a dry laugh as he tried to shake off his annoyed feeling. He knew he couldn’t blame Harrison for bailing if it was work related, he just wished he had known before he had arrived in Hawaii, “Sorry, man. That was unfair of me to say,” he admitted.
“And you know that wasn’t what I meant,” Harrison’s voice remained calm as Tom tried to take a deep breath, “Maybe going by yourself will do you some good. Soul search…explore things on your own and learn about yourself…” he tried his best to offer some positive reinforcements even though he knew the challenges Tom had been having lately.
“Yeah…soul searching…alright,” Tom tried his best not to sound too bitter but everything had just hit him all at once lately. One bad thing happened and then the rest just snowballed and continued to make things worse. He really needed a damn break, and he was hoping that this trip was going to be the perfect distraction. Maybe it still could, he just would be distracting himself.
Maybe Harrison was right. Maybe Tom did need some time for himself to think things over and figure out what it was he wanted to do next with his life. The last few months, Tom hadn’t done much of anything so maybe it was time he took back control of his life. He had an entire island to himself for the remainder of his stay and he would be an idiot if he let anything get in the way of enjoying himself. Maybe soul searching was the way to go for his stay here.
Once it was his turn to check in, he said goodbye to Harrison for now and told him he would call him in a few days. Tom really needed to clear his mind and figure out how to prevent these things from happening to him again. He wasn’t going to let something like an ex getting married ruin his trip. At least he didn’t want that to happen. It had been so long ago that Tom thought he had moved on but maybe learning about her recent lifestyle changes made those feelings resurface for the time being.
Tom took his room key from the concierge and looked at it with hope. Soul searching, he reminded himself of what Harrison had suggested. Repeating it over and over in his head while he looked around the lobby trying to figure out what the hell that even meant in the first place. Tom thought he knew everything about himself already. What else was there to learn?
Soul search, he said to himself again. He turned to the concierge and sucked in a deep breath, “Hey, what’s the best bar you guys have on property?” he asked with a small smile and another breath, “…with the hardest liquor?” he knew it was a stupid idea but he wastechnically on vacation and he desperately needed a drink to silence some of his thoughts.
Tom figured he could soul search while getting drunk as he wheeled his suitcase to his room to get ready. Ignoring the jetlag he was feeling along with his feelings. All of that could wait until morning. Right now, Tom just needed to desperately get out of his head.
The sun had only set about an hour or two ago but Tom was already on his fourth Jack and Coke. The alcohol swirling around his head in the best of ways while he remained at the bar listening to the band playing Jimmy Buffet songs. Originally he had thought him and Haz would be off to one of the nightclubs in the city tonight but the reality was him staring at the bottom of his drink while ‘Cheeseburger in Paradise’ played in the background.
What the hell was he going to do for this entire trip alone? Would he really even go do anything like snorkeling or hiking by himself? Or worse, with a tour group filled with couples on their honeymoon and families on happy and romantic trips? That was enough to make Tom want to just throw himself right into the ocean and hope a shark would come after his limbs. Maybe staying here would be a mistake.
Tom could book a flight back tomorrow morning and check out without ever even stepping foot onto the sand. He could go straight home, back to his apartment and apply to more jobs he won’t hear back from. None of that sounded any more thrilling so Tom selected drinking on the island as the better choice for the time being. So he ordered another drink.
“What is the bar’s specialty drink?” a voice asked a few seats over. Tom turned his head and saw you sitting at the bar by yourself, with a yellow dress that sat mid-thigh and your now very beachy waves cascading down your back, “Or a drink that you guys are most known for?” you asked the bartender with a shy smile.
“That would be our Royal Hawaiian, which is mainly pineapple juice and Empress,” the bartender answered and placed a coaster in front of her on the bar and Tom still couldn’t remove his eyes from your smooth and shiny looking legs.
Tom swallowed thickly and quickly turned back to his drink. Feeling his heart thud a bit when he heard you speak again to order the drink and laugh at one of the bartender’s lame jokes. There was no denying you were beautiful, and by the looks of it, you knew it too. But Tom reminded himself of his terrible luck lately and focused on himself instead. God only knew what would happen if he spoke to you right now anyway.
You took a sip of your drink and your eyes lit up from how good it was. You barely tasted the alcohol, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Giving the bartender a thumbs up, you opened your phone to write down some notes about the bar for when you had to review it while you swayed back and forth to the ridiculously touristy music.
Ordering another Royal Hawaiian, your eyes landed a few seats over to the guy sitting there. His brown curls were tousled and messy while he ran a hand over his face and made eye contact with you. His big brown eyes looked a bit glassy with his half smile. Even drunk, this guy was certainly attractive.
“I had a drink just like that at a bar in Mexico…” Tom began, not even sure what the hell he was saying. He should’ve just kept to himself but instead he smirked at you, “I only had two and I was gone. And I’m pretty much a tank, so I’d be careful if I were you,” he chuckled as he nodded at your drink.
You had to admit you were feeling it a bit as you looked at the drink, noticing you had already drank half of it. But you were a little annoyed that a stranger was telling you what you could and could not do, “What makes you think I’m a lightweight?” you raised an eyebrow at him.
“You’re dancing along to a Jimmy Buffet song,” Tom retaliated with the same exact look that you were giving him. He licked his lips and his eyes went from your legs, up to your chest where your skin and part of your breasts were exposed. He looked back to you when he realized his gaze on your body may have been for a moment too long, “My name’s Tom,” he tried to move past it, hoping luck would be on his side with you.
“I’m Y/N. Do you think I should let your wife know you were just staring at me like a meal?” you teased with another long sip of your drink. Things slowly felt a bit dazed but you were sober enough to think about having Tom’s slender fingers inside of you back at your suite. This was why you hated traveling alone to these places; couples, couples, and more couples.
Tom shrugged with a dry laugh. “Not married, darling,” he finished his drink as he remembered who was getting married this weekend. “Another round, please,” he flagged the bartender for the both of you.
“Fiance?” you tried to read him but the signals he was giving were impossible.
“Afraid not,” Tom answered bluntly when the fresh drinks arrived.
“Girlfriend?”
“I’m fresh out of those,” he quirked his eyebrow. Swiveling his stool to face you while he watched you bring the straw to your lips and take a sip of your drink; which made him think of your lips wrapped around him, “And if you’re interrogating me because you want to ask if I’m in interested in a three-way with you and your boyfriend, I am not drunk enough,” he winked and he saw your cheeks turn red.
Rolling your eyes, you downed the rest of the drink. It was going to hit you like a ton of bricks and you would regret it in the morning. But despite this trip being a work excursion, you werestill on vacation. And your philosophy was to experience wherever you went as a typical tourist would. Maybe that also included getting absolutely belligerent at the hotel bar. Whatever happened here, nobody at work would know.
“No worries, I already asked the lead singer of the house band and he said he’s all in,” you pointed towards the band still singing Margaritaville from the center of the room as you let out a giggle, “I’m actually not here with a boyfriend, I’m here on business,” you corrected.
“Business, huh?” Tom repeated as a small smile began to pull at his lips. His fingers trembled against the brim of his glass while he eyed you, “You get sloshed with perfect strangers on business?” he felt like things were turning around tonight. Maybe this was a part of his soul searching, letting himself put himself out there for a complete and total stranger.
You opted to worry about your hangover later and instead hopped off your stool and smoothed out your dress, “I wasn’t getting sloshed withyou. I was getting sloshed nextto you, big difference,” you placed a hand on your hip as your eyes met his, you weren’t too drunk to know what you wanted to do, “But I am drunk enough to start dancing,” your eyes flickered to him one more time before you headed onto the dance floor.
Tom couldn’t help himself and groaned outwardly when his eyes went to your ass. This wasn’t the type of guy he was but maybe Vacation Tom didn’t have to be for the time being. He ran his hand over his face and sucked in a breath before he tipped the bartender and made a beeline for the dancefloor to find you within the sea of resort guests.
It wasn’t too challenging to spot you, since you were wearing bright yellow, so Tom made his way over towards you and slid his hands around you waist. He pulled you a bit closer to him while he leaned into your ear, “Are you really that drunk?” he asked you loudly while he felt your hips move against his. From the way you were dancing on top of him, his pants were becoming tighter by the moment. “I wouldn’t want to overstep,” he added anxiously.
“I’m in the right state of mind,” you yelled back into his ear. And you were. A slight, happy buzz ran through your body that made you clench around nothing when he moved to the beat with you. Wrapping your hands tightly around his neck while you felt his palm rest against your bare back, which sent shivers down your body.
As the songs kept playing, the neediness for one another continued while you danced against Tom. You could feel his hard on against your thigh and you knew you weren’t hiding anything from him. It was only a matter of time before you found yourself making out with Tom; your tongue searching for his right there on the dance floor.
The next thing you knew, you were upstairs in Tom’s suite. Clothes discarded with you lying on his bed, crying out Tom’s name while he made you feel things you hadn’t felt in a very long time. You let him touch you as you came undone, gripping onto his shoulders while you came down onto the bed in his room.
Tom couldn’t believe any of this had happened. He certainly didn’t intend to bring a gorgeous girl up to his room and sleep with her on the first night of his trip, but here he was. Feeling you tighten around his length while he pushed himself deeper into you absolutely drove him insane and he wanted more of you. Your moans sounded like ecstasy to him and knowing how good he was making you feel made Tom even harder.
There was certainly a pull between the two of you and neither one of you decided to fight it away tonight. The both of you rolled underneath the covers in utter bliss until it was early morning and neither one of you had another round in you. The both of you collapsing onto Tom’s bed and your eyes instantly felt heavy and drifted off, memories of what you both just did ran rampant in your mind.
The sun woke you up the following morning, and you reminded yourself what had happened with Tom wasn’t just a dream. You looked over and saw him still passed out on his side of the bed, completely knocked out from the events that took place mere hours ago. You felt your cheeks flush to red as you looked at him asleep as you remembered how Tom touched you and made you feel earlier. You never had sex like that before and you were already craving more. It was a shame it was just the one night but you had to remind yourself this was only two weeks. And business is business.
