again, this is 6.4k of self indulgence, but i hope you enjoy
summary: despite your differences you fall in love with him
warnings: 18+ content!! unprotected sex solely bc i was too lazy to write it in lmao, but wrap it before you tap it babes!! some angsty stuff and tom not thinking
not my gif
you’d met him by accident. you were waiting to pick up your drink from the counter just as he was on his way to grab his and bumped into his shoulder. you apologized just as quickly as it had happened, barely looking over until he ever so gently placed his hand over your bicep, just to steady you as he said “s okay, are you alright?”
he looked familiar, like you were supposed to know him from somewhere.
“We called your emergency contact. Your boyfriend should be here any minute.” The doctor told you as she wrote your stats down in your chart.
“Okay. Thank you.” You smiled in appreciation at her. Just a few seconds after she left your room, Tom ran in. He almost slipped from how fast he ran into the room but caught himself on the doorway.
Warnings:SMUT(18+, minors dni) (hickies, oral fem and male receiving, fingering, vaginal sex, praise, spitting), alcohol and swears
Summary:A little getaway at a hotel leads to you meeting a hot bartender and forget about your ex-boyfriend in one night
A/N:This oneshot is my submission for @tomhollandfics ‘s 2022 Fic Event and I chose the prompt “Here’s my hotel room number.” Also I know this is the last day so I hope it’s still valid for the event’s submission dates
It was raining. Not too strange for a typical London night. The clock read eight and Tom was already getting lost in the pitter patter of the raindrops against the windowpane of his apartment. It all made so much sense to him, as he listened closely, it sent a tingle to his fingers and he moved them around in the air, placing them in a way he would do on his guitar before striking the chords. He’d spent all of his day today trying to find that damned guitar of his, it sounded mesmerizing albeit being of his grandad’s, its strings though he had changed just last month when he’d struck it too hard after trying to get a note right for a long time.
He moved his fingers around impersonating playing a guitar to the sound of the rain. To someone watching from far, he would look like a crazy man, but to him, it was worship. It was his work after all, nothing mattered more to him as he closed his eyes, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration and fingers moving along the sound of rain. He swore if he had his guitar at the moment, he’d make a new melody and noted to do so later when he finds it.
Summary: Tom is single, has been for a while. Everyone knows this; they all try to set him up. His family is by far the group of people who annoy him with it most. So, out of frustration, he tells them he’s gotten engaged! He’s hasn’t. He crosses his fingers that he’ll find a way to convince you to be his temporary fake fiancé.
Warnings: fluff, drinking, lots of dialogue, 18 + (minors look away!), innocence/inexperienced kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, swearing, mentions of a previous bad relationship, could be some errors sorry in advance!
Word count: 8.9k
A/N: So, this is my writing debut in this fandom! I’m excited about it!! This is part of @venomsilk ’s valentine bingo, thank you for organising such a good writing experience and letting me be a part of it :) I chose: fake engagement, coworkers and innocence/inexperienced kink
“hi vogue! this is y/n, I just woke up and let’s spend twenty four hours together!” you said smiling as tom shuffled into frame, his eyes crinkled as he smiled and waved the camera, “and that’s tom who’s also gonna be a lot in this video cause we live together.” you continued as tom leaned in to kiss your cheek, the kiss lingered just like the smile on your lips.
the video cut to the a black screen with the words ‘24 hrs with y/n l/n, ft tom holland’ written in italics with purple color before cutting to you, now standing in the bathroom with a silk robe on.
“so the first thing i like to do after getting up is take a quick shower and do my skincare to just wake myself up and like feel a little good about myself so that’s exactly what we are gonna do now” you spoke to the camera.
“aww are you gonna shower without me?” tom said, whining comically.
“yes, i am” you said, looking into the camera disgusted. “anyways, i will see you guys after our shower!”
“Married?” You squeaked as your eyes grazed over the words on the card a hundred times without retaining any of the information. As you momentarily forgot how to even read, you had to rely on the words coming out of Andy’s mouth.
“Yes, uh, married.” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Dani and I are getting married over the summer.”
|| author’s note: this was highly requested… thanks for the patience. :)
The tickle of hair being brushed behind your ear, caused you to slightly stir in sleep. Hot breath fanned your cool cheek, exposed ear and neck. Soft lips skim along your neck, the warm skin from the tip of a nose following in its slightly wet trail. Your eyebrows furrow briefly in response to being slowly pulled out of unconsciousness, yet your eyes remain closed and facial features are otherwise relaxed.
A delicate kiss is placed just behind your ear, and another on the lobe - before it’s gently tugged by teeth and taken into a warm, wet, and welcoming mouth. Low moans crawl their way up your throat, past the dryness of sleep, and nearly escape past your parted lips.
The sucking on your ear is accompanied with an acutely callus hand around your revealed waist, pulling at the hip to turn you. As you limply roll onto your back, the mouth moves with the motion, and releases your ear; kissing its way along your jaw. It travels from your chin, hovering over your lips briefly before kissing your eyelids, nose, and cheeks.
Two hands are now on either side of you, and the bed dips with the shifting weight above you. The sound of lips kissing and sucking at your neck, fill the otherwise silent room, and once those lips attach onto your sweet spot you instinctively respond vocally.
“Oh god,” you moan. It’s a rough, low, moan that’s come from deep within your throat. Naturally your head tilts back to give easier access to the spot that drives you crazy. Your eyelids flutter, and you trap your bottom lip underneath your top row of teeth.
“Mhm, is my girl finally awake?” A raspy voice mumbles against the skin of your neck, beckoning you to open your eyes. Initially flinching at the early morning sun, you blink a few times to adjust before focusing on the beautiful face hovering above yours. Tom’s skin was practically beaming from the golden glow of the sun, which highlighted his features and chestnut hair in the most spectacular way - making you feel less than adequate in contrast to him.
His head was tilted to the side in the most adorable Tom-kinda-way, and your lips curved up in a lazy smile. “There she is.” He approved, leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth.
“Hi.” You cooed, reaching a hand up to brush his fallen curls off of his forehead. Surprising you, he takes your wrist in his hand and kisses your palm several times before releasing it. That same hand reaches down and strokes your cheek, running its knuckles along it.
“Sorry I woke you… you just looked so damn beautiful.” Tom sighs in awe. Hooking your arms around his neck, you chuckle through your nose. “You’re not too bad yourself, you know?”
Using your arms, you pull him down into a kiss. He leans into your mouth, adding more force to the kiss, and he slides his hands further up the bed so his body dips flush against yours. His tongue teases your lips, asking for permission, which you grant; almost immediately regretting doing so when you taste the minty freshness of his mouth in contrast to yours. Nevertheless, his tongue greedily spills into your mouth, tasting and exploring every inch of it. A small moan that he releases vibrates the inside of your mouth, erasing any preceding insecurities.
One of Tom’s hands slides down to your knees, separating them with a gentle push, and wedging his hips between your legs. His sweatpant-clad bulge presses against your clothed heat, and your hips respond immediately bucking up into it. Another moan falls into your mouth, which encourages you to continue grinding yourself into him.
His hips press roughly into yours, desperate for more contact, as you run yourself along his length; groaning loudly when your clit makes contact with his tip through the thin fabric of your panties. You break away from the kiss, gasping in precious air, as Tom busies himself with your neck - kissing you in the spots he had before. You can feel his growing erection underneath the concentration of your grinding, and the stutter of his hips tells you it’s driving him crazy.
“Jesus, I need you. Now.” Tom hisses, ripping away from your neck and sitting back on his knees. With one swift motion, he grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head, discarding it on the floor. Idly, you bask in the presence of the beautiful image that is a shirtless Tom, as his fingers hook into the sides of your panties, and pull them hurriedly down your legs, tossing them along side his shirt on the floor.
Shifting his sweats down enough to expose his erection, he resettles between your legs, aligning himself with your hips. Using one hand to hold himself up, the other guides himself into you, easily sinking in as deep as he can go - your body naturally welcoming him. “Mhmm, fuck.” You groan, reaching out and grasping onto his biceps, squeezing tightly.
Tom readjusts himself so his weight is proped onto his elbows, one of his hands grabs yours, intertwining your fingers, while the other cups your chin; angling you appropriately before kissing you with fever.
His thrusts are slow yet deep, and they manage to hit your g-spot with every precise motion. Using your free hand, you tangle your fingers in Tom’s hair - briefly noting and appreciating its natural, soft and sleek state - pulling roughly at the loose curls. He groans in response, pulling away from the kiss, resting his face in the crook of your neck which he bites softly.
Your eyes flutter shut, allowing you to become more heighten aware of the pleasure inside you, and your insides clench around Tom in response. He moans a faint “darling” into the soft skin of your neck, and lets out a brief spew of profanities as your legs, which are around his waist, begin to tremble.
“God, you’re so sexy-” he breathes, as he lifts his face to yours again, “even this early in the morning.” You can’t help but grin at the compliment, and kiss him everywhere on his face.
Tom’s hand that had found its way around your neck, squeezes it gently a few times, before falling down, trailing its fingertips over your smooth, senstitive skin until they reach your clit. Thrusting your hips in response, he begins circling it with enough needed pressure to send you over the brink of your orgasm.
It hits you like a tsunami wave, unexpectedly and harshly crashing over your entire body, causing your back to arch and toes to curl. Tom’s thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his own climax, his grip on your hand tightening - knuckles a visible sheet of white.
“Oh, babe.” Tom sighs contentedly, collapsing onto of you, resting his forehead against yours. Your hand continues to run through his hair, soothing him into relaxation as the two of you catch your breath. You lay like this for what feels like an eternity, a peacefully perfect eternity that you’d die happy knowing you’d remain in forever.
Eventually Tom shifts, pulling himself out of you, causing you to wince slightly, and he takes his hand from yours, using it to brush hair stuck to your sweaty forehead back into place. “So pretty.” He whispers, almost absentmindedly, as he examines your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.
Both your hands fall to his cheeks, pulling him down into a slow, sweet, sensual kiss. “I love you.” You mumble against his lips. You feel his smile, before he pulls back to look at you, a grin splitting his face nearly into two.
“I love you too, princess. More than you know.” It’s such a sweet sentiment, you can’t help but giggle. Kissing him again, falling more and more in love with him every time you do so. You were in deep, and there was no way you could pull yourself back out, not even if you wanted to… especially if you had more mornings like this.
|| author’s note: never forget the time when tom was asked to choose between french fries or french kiss, and homeboy said french kiss!
Never in your life, had you felt more relaxed. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow across the snow covered lawn, and the polished wood floor of the cabin you were staying at. Occasionally, the wood in the fireplace would crackle, causing splinters to fall out of order.
The warmth from the fire spread through the cabin, enclosing itself around you. After a filling gourmet dinner, that Tom had so graciously prepared for the two of you, you were snuggled against his side on the sofa. One of his hands stroked your hair rhythmically, while the other played with your fingers.
Your feet were tucked securely underneath him, and with your free hand you were drawing imaginary shapes on his clad chest. The two of you just lay there, in comfortable silence, while your food settled.
“Where did you learn to cook so well?” You asked, tracing the outline of his collarbones with your index finger. You could sense his smile.
“My dad’s a real good cook, so’s my mum, I guess I’ve just unintentionally picked up things over the years.” He responds after a beat, the vibration of his voice rattling underneath your ear.
“Well, dinner was delicious,” you mumble, lifting your head to kiss him, “thank you.” Placing a swift peck on his lips, you move to pull away, but Tom’s hand comes up to stroke your cheek - beckoning you for another kiss. “You’re more than welcome,” he murmurs against your lips, before pressing his into yours.
With each peck, your lips become harder to pull away, slowly molding together. Running his hand from your hair, down to the back of your neck, he holds you in place as your mouth opens wider for the kiss. Taking the invitation, he slides his tongue into your mouth, teasing its way along yours.
You moan quietly at the contact, and pull yourself so you’re almost completely on top of him, entangling your hands into his soft hair. Tentatively, your tongue slips out, and runs itself along his. This is not the first time you’ve kissed like this, but each time you still find yourself amazed by the fact, that he tastes every bit as good as he looks.
As your tongue massages against his, coaxing a few faint groans out of him, you feel him growing restless, as his hands snake down your body to grip your backside. Slowly shoving you over, so you’re on your back, Tom shifts so he’s hovering over you - never breaking the contact of the kiss. At this angle, his tongue is able to dive deeper into your mouth, and it does, sampling ever inch of you.
Tom’s kisses have always had a way of captivating you, it was if the world stopped and started with your mouth. His tongue could be so forceful, yet tentative. Slow, yet quick-paced and calculated. It knew its way around your mouth, and just what way to stroke you to have you putty in his hands.
In desperate need for air, you pull away from the kiss, and Tom occupies his mouth on your exposed neck. The sound of his lips suckling on your skin, and your labored breathing fill the silence in the room - adding to the intensity of the heat from the fireplace.
Your hands move into his hair, briefly urging him on, before running down his shoulders. Silently noting, and praising, the feel of them flexing underneath your palms. “Babe,” Tom breathes against your skin, “you’re so fuckingpretty.”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull his body flush against yours, as his lips return their attention to your mouth. “I (kiss), love, (kiss), you, (kiss).” You whisper against his mouth, grabbing his bottom lip between your teeth and tugging it down gently.
“I love you too.” He grunts, before kissing you fervously - pouring all his need, appreciation, and love into it. As his tongue dances with yours, and his hips lightly grind into you, you can no longer contain the desire clawing it’s way through you.
Without breaking contact with his lips, you reach for the hem of his shirt and pull upwards; briefly parting from the kiss, so you can pull it over his head. Once his lips are back on yours, his hands find their way underneath your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra.
“I think,” he exhales against your swollen lips, “it’s time for dessert.”
You smirk up at him, running a hand through his make out-tousled hair. “You’re in luck.” He smiles knowingly down at you. “Dessert is my specialty.”
|| summary: waking tom up in an extra special way ;)
|| author’s note: sorry i’ve been away for sooo long. school’s been hectic. hope you guys are still alive!
An impending call from your balder, had woken you up at 6a.m on one of the few saturdays you actually get off. The air was brisk from the balcony door, Tom had absentmindedly left open that night; making climbing out of the comfort of your warm bed, to satisfy your balder, all that more difficult.
Wandering back into the bedroom, you quickly slid underneath the sheets and snuggled into Tom’s warm backside, causing him to shift. “Christ, you’re freezing.” Tom grumbled out from the side of his pillow, slightly muffling his words.
“Not my fault you left the door open.” You retort, shivering against him, and tucking your feet securely underneath his legs. Sighing sleepily, Tom turns to face you, opening his arms and allowing you to crawl further into his warm embrace. His t-shirt clad chest, was a welcome contrast to the chilled blankets on your side of the bed, that had cooled in your brief absence.
Resting your head in the crook of his neck, Tom wraps his arms around you, stroking your backside lazily. “Sorry.” He mumbles drowsily. You kiss his neck in response, letting him know it’s okay. The flush you feel spread across his skin, under your lips, is an encouraging feeling; espically because it’s very apparent that he’s fallen back asleep - which means his body instinctively responds to your touch like this.
Biting your lip, you get an awfully delicious idea in your head. Despite the quiet snores now coming from Tom, you lean forward and begin kissing Tom’s neck - sucking at his sweet spot, which is just along his jugular. You feel Tom’s hips shift forward slightly, and he stirs, his faint snoring dissipating. While sucking, your tongue slips out and slides along his warm skin.
A low groan claws its way up Tom’s throat, begging to be released. “Darling,” Tom breathes, “what are y-you doing?” Pulling back slightly, you watch as Tom’s eyes flutter, but remain shut, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Apologizing for waking you with my cold feet.” Returning your attention to his neck, you kiss along his adams apple, up to his jaw, then across it to his lips. His mouth had fallen open slightly, giving you easy access to his warm, wet mouth. Moaning in surprise, Tom’s soft lips move against yours, while his tongue slides out to meet yours, sliding against its sides - dancing with it.
You revel in what a good kisser he is, even this early in the morning, and slip your hands underneath his shirt; briefly massaging against his skin before pushing lightly, so he turns onto his back. Never breaking the contact of the kiss, you climb over his body, straddling his waist, while your tongues coax moans out of one another.
Tom’s hands instinctively reach out to grip your waist, squeezing your ass gently, before sliding up under your shirt to stroke your backside. Breaking away from the kiss for air, you allow Tom to busy himself on your neck; spreading wet, needy kisses along it, while you catch your breath.
“Sofucking beautiful. A damn angel.” Tom praises in between kisses, his lips quickly trailing back up to your mouth, desperate for more. Before his lips can meet yours, you begin sliding down his body, noting the feeling of his growing erection as you do so.
Hitching up his shirt, you begin kissing along his abdomen, working your way down to his pelvis. Tom shifts eagerly beneath your lips, anticipating what he knows is going to follow. Glancing up at him, you find his eyes on you, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
The look of hunger that’s spread into his, now, smoldering brown eyes, causes you to instinctively squeeze your thighs together - your own hunger sprouting up inside you.
Your lips dance their way across the waistline of his sweats, from hipbone to hipbone, beckoning him to squirm even more. Tugging his sweats down a tantalizingly short amount, you continue to kiss and lick your way across his v-line. As your eyes wander up to watch him, his head falls back, your hands begin massaging his thighs; just nearing his erection, but never actually touching it.
“Baby, please. Fuck.” Tom huffs, clearly riled up and even more yearnful for your mouth on him. Deciding on giving him what he wants, but making sure to tease him some more, you tug his sweats down to his mid thigh, and begin kissing your way back up them. Your hand reaches forward to cup his balls, massaging them in your hand.
“Holy,” Tom groans loudly, and throws his head back against the pillows with evident force. Your other hand comes up and strokes him gently a few times, before you lower your mouth and kiss his crown; then take him into your mouth - as far down as you can do. “Shit.” Tom seethes between clenched teeth, resisting the urge to buck himself further into your mouth.
Your head begins bobbing up and down on him, your free hand stroking what you can’t take in your mouth, while the other comes up to his thigh in attempt to steady yourself on him. Pulling your lips back, you very lightly graze your teeth along him, mixing that sensation with the soft swirl of your tongue. Tom’s hips buck in response, pushing him to the back of your throat, a spurt of precum releasing in response.
“Sorry, sorry. Fuck, just, oh my god- just do that again. Please.” Tom whimpers, his hands fisting into the bedsheets. You comply, repeating the process multiple times. Tom growls low in his throat, as he tries to contain his moan.
Pulling him out of your mouth briefly, you lick up the sides of him, from the base to the tip. “Tom, I wanna hear you.” You coo, hesitating to pull him back into your mouth. “Okay?”
He nods, eyes closed and head thrown back, his knuckles a white sheet as he waits for you to continue. “Okay.” He pants, shifting beanthe you. Grabbing one of his hands, you lift it up to your hair. “It turns me on when you pull it.” You murmur, peaking up at him through your lashes.
He smirks down at you, holding your stare as you pull him back into your mouth. As you continue the same process as before, Tom’s hand intermediately tugs your hair, roughly pulling at the roots; in response to your steady pace.
Helping guide you, he finds a desirable pace and continues to hold your head steady while he slow slides himself in and out of your mouth; watching you the entire time.
“So good,” he pants, “you… your mouth is so fucking good.” His pace quickens as he feels himself nearing the edge, and you support yourself on his thighs with both hands.
“God, of fuck, yes.” Tom’s hips sloppily ride himself through his orgasm as he cums in your mouth. Desperately trying to swallow all of it, you pull him out of your mouth and lick him clean.
Before you can wipe your mouth, Tom pulls you up his body by your shoulders, and kisses you headily. His tongue not hesitating to slip into your mouth, despite him begin able to taste himself. “You are perfect.” He praises against your lips, causing you to smile. “I try.”
You slide off him, laying on your side next to him, while he pulls up his sweats. “Well, one things for damn sure.” He breathes, turning to face you. “And what’s that?”
okay but nothing attracts me more than the idea of just kissingtom.
• those quick kisses tom would give you in random moments of the day, for no other reason, other than he lovesyou.
• he’d always have a hand on your cheek, no matter where the other would fall;
your ass, the small of your back, cupping the back of your neck, your waist, stroking your thigh, or the he’d lightly skim over your neck - squeezing a few times. phew.
• the hand on your check would stroke over it with his thumb or knuckles.
he’d occasionally lower it to cup your chin - controlling the kiss.
• anytime he’d say ‘i love you’ or vise versa, it would beckon for morekissing.
• those kisses were always slow and sensual.
• starting off with just a few pecks, then your lips would be harder to pull apart as they start to mold together.
as your lips open and sucked around each other’s, his tongue would continuously dip into your mouth, teasing you with it’s warmth and flavor.
• tom’s kisses are always so calculated.
• no matter if you guys are slowly or roughly making out, he’d never get salvia around your lips.
• his tongue is never confused as to where to go, his teeth never clash against yours, and it never feels rushed.
• despite never wanting the kisses to end, tom would eventually need air, but his mouth would always find it’s way to another part of your body in the meantime.
usually it was your neck, but sometimes he’d surprise you by kissing behind your ear, or your cheek, or your jaw, or your forehead.
• his skilled mouth, knew its way around your body and exactly where it could touch, in order to make your body melt.
• tom loved rough kisses with you too.
• he liked teasing you by biting your lip, and skimming his tongue along yours, to get you riled up.
• you’d start to get needy, and would shove your tongue in his mouth.
• this would always cause him to chuckle into the kiss, vibrating the inside of your mouth, which is such a turn on.
• the boy’s french kissing skills are insane.
his tongue would massage against yours just enough to keep you guessing. finding a rhythm that suited you, and coaxes moans out of you with it’s soft flicks and rubs.
• your hands were always in his hair.
or on his ass, or under his shirt, or underneath his arms to grasp his shoulders, or on his biceps.
• but at least one hand was in his hair.
• there was always some grinding involved in tom and your’s make out.
even if you guys weren’t planning on fucking.
• his body rested against yours on the couch, his hips lightly digging in yours - enjoying the pressure of your pelvis underneath him.
• he also loved having you on top during make out sessions.
• you either hold yourself up above him using two arms, and straddling him.
when you were in this position, you would always tease him by leaning down just enough to hover over his lips and pull back every so often so he contasntly has to fight to kiss you.
• or you’d have the whole length of your body stretched out along his - resting completely on top of him.
when you were in this position, his hand(s) would always skim down your back, lightly skimming over your exposed skin from your shirt riding up a bit.
• post sex kisses were amazing!! some of best, man. damn.
• tom’s forehead would be rested against yours as he desperately tries to catch his breath, but even still he’d (every so often) lean down and kiss you sweetly.
he’d also lean up and kiss your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, and back to your lips.
• or if his face had fallen to the crook of your neck while having sex (which it usually did - so he could focus better!!) then he would pepper kisses up from your neck to your lips.
lot’s of open mouthed kisses so his tongue could slip out to tease and taste your skin.
• now kisses on your body/during sex is a whole other story.
• if you thought homeboy’s tongue had skill before, you can’t even imagine what he could to your body with it.
especially when it’s between your thighs ;)
• but that’s for a whole other post…
i know i’m a tease, fight me <3
for one of my favorite blogs at the moment (and forever) -
|| summary: reunion or ‘i miss you’ sex with tom!!
|| author’s note: mainly lots of smut, but also lots of fluff
• because of tom’s hectic work schedule; there’s lots of reunion sexual endeavors.
sometimes the sex is quick, heated, and rough.
• that’s when you know he’s really been missing your body, and that part of the relationship.
that kinda sex usually consists of orgasm denial(from him), hair pulling, fast thrusts, hickeys, and nail marks.
• it usually happens anywhereandeverywhere because tom can’t keep his hands off of you!! i.e. bathrooms, restaurants, cars, the doorway of your apartment, you name it - yes.
but sometimes the sex is very slow and superpassionate.
• that kinda sex consists of so many kisses, hand holding, ’i love you’s, and very slow builds to your orgasms.
that’s when you know he’s completely savoring it.
• when it comes to this sex, he usually makes both of you wait. you’ll spend the whole day together - catching up, hanging out with friends/family, and finally at the end of the day he’ll take his girl home and make love to every inch of her body!!
you love rough tom - you’re not fooling anyone - but slow sex with him is your favorite!!
• he’s always so tender and heedful. his eyes are unwavering from yours, and his mouth knows no bounds - kissing you everywhere.
his favorite place to kiss you, while he’s inside you(besides your lips!!), is just behind your ear, down to your neck.
• the feeling of your pulse beating, gasps of air sliding down your throat, and sweat raising to the surface of your neck - all beneath his lips; is such a turn on for him!!
he also loves kissing and sucking in your sweet spots, because he loves watching you squirm and feeling your insides tighten around him in response.
• slow sex also consists of switching positions/you riding him.
to say, he loves seeing you on top of him, would be a colossalunderstatement.
• one minute, he’d be above you, thrusting slowly, and then he’d suddenly flip onto his back - pulling you on top of him. (never breaking his contact inside you either!!)
“ride me, darling.” was all he’d ever need to say before you’d starting grinding your hips on top of him.
• seeing as he’s always in control during rough sex, he usually let’s you take the reins in this position. unless you start going to fast, in which case he grabs your hips and slows you.
“slow, pretty girl. go slow. savor how good it feels.”
• seeing him underneath you; his eyes on you, his mouth open slightly as he gasps quietly, and his hips coming up to meet yours was enough to send you over the edge - always.
lot’s of aftermath cuddles!!
• like always.
his hands would comb through your hair, as your head lay on his chest, while you two talked about your adventures apart - even though almost all of the stories being heard were retold; neither of you cared. you just loved hearing eachother talk.
• now… rough sex was a totally different story.
so much dirty talk, slamming against walls/clear surfaces, and ripping of clothes.
• especially when tom would be coming home from the airport in his grey sweats - bigmistake.
“easy, love. you’re going to rip them.” tom would warn, as you practically mauled him out of his sweats.
• considering tom, almost on a regular basis, ripped through your panties(even your favorite pairs)whenever he’d want to make things quicker - you wouldn’t care.
you’d practically lose your mind whenever tom would come home and completely attack you - not even so much as a ’hello’.
• his hands would be all over you, ripping apart your clothing - sending buttons flying and pushing you onto a nearby flat surface(which was usually a kitchen countertop or the couch).
his mouth always found its way between your thighs, before going anywhere else. he loved kissing you there.
• making sure to tease you as much as possible, he’d constantly keep on the edge.
“have you missed this?” tom would say mockingly, the heat of his breath tickling you.
• most of the time your answer was incoherent - just whimpers and nods.
even so, you’d have to beg him to let you cum before he’d ever satisfy you.
• but rough sex with tom is great, because he’s usually the most calm afterwards.
it’s always a complete180.
• “so, do you want to get something to eat? because i’ve just worked up an appetite.” he’d ask casually, after he just fucked your brains out on the sofa.
still, even though rough sex is rough. tom is constantly aware and knows what lines you won’t allow him to cross.
• he loves you - so no matter what, sex is about that.
basically reunion(as any other kind of)sex with tom is amazing and would be unforgettable!!
The, annoyingly familiar, sound of a loud ping drags you out of a deep sleep. Squinting one eye open, you peer over at the bedside table, raising your head slightly. A message from your mom has lit up your phone screen.
Hey baby, just checking in. I didn’t see you before you left, and Janice said she saw Tom and you leaving in a hurry. Hope everything’s okay, pumpkin. Love you x
A small smile quirks up the sides of your lips as you drop your head again. Turning onto your back, you stretch out your tender limbs, relaxing their tense state from the interesting night you had before. You can’t help your grin, as you begin recalling the events from the previous evening.
Tom and you, had attended your mom’s friend’s wedding. It was her third marriage, so everyone there was at least in their early thirties - except for you two. To make things more interesting, Tom had decided to play a game of cat and mouse - seeing who could tease the other more.
It ended, how those games usually end, in a lot of sexual frustration. Not being able to bear it any longer, the two of you hurried home after cake was served. You wish you could say you made it until then, but admittedly - you had sex in Tom’s car… still in the parking lot. Tom also had you in the walkway of your apartment… and on this bed.
Your lips quirk up in a micheavous smile, as you reminisce on all the things he did to you. Sighing contentedly, you look over to find you’re unaccompanied in bed. You sit up, causing the blankets to fall to your waist, reminding you that you’re still naked. You shuffle out of bed, grabbing Tom’s discarded button up off the floor, as you head into the bathroom.
Taking one look at yourself in the mirror, you immediately blush crimson. Instinctively, your thighs squeeze together as your eyes flick over all the marks on your body. You have multiple hickies on your neck, breasts, and stomach. Closing your eyes briefly, you allow yourself to reimagine Tom’s skilled mouth on your body.
Shaking your head, you bring yourself back to reality, as you slip Tom’s shirt over your shoulders - cuffing the selves and buttoning all, but the top four buttons; so’s to reveal a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Noting that the shirt stops just above your mid thigh, you decide on not wearing panties. You quickly wash your face, and brush your teeth, before wandering out to the kitchen.
As soon as you reach the hallway, you’re met with the irreplaceable smell of brewing coffee. A hint of a smile tugs at your lips, as you continue down the hall. You peak around the corner, and are met with the welcome sight of Tom’s naked back. His perfectly sculptured backside, is enough to get you excited and weak in the knees. He’s dressed in nothing, but your favorite pair of his sweats - the grey ones. Tiptoeing over to him, you wrap your arms around his waist, startling him a bit.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Tom smiles, looking down at you, over his shoulder.
“Morning.” You smile innocently up at him, before tugging his coffee cup out of his hand, and pulling it around him.
He turns to face you, as you take a few steps back, his left eyebrow raising in question. Leaning against the kitchen island, you continuing to sip his coffee and smile at him. “Sleep okay?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest, watching you intently. You nod, pulling the cup away from your lips. “You?” He shrugs and purses his lips. “It was alright.”
Your mouth pops open at his audacity, causing you to scoff. “Ass.” You tease. “Excuse me?” Tom challenges, uncrossing his arms. You shake your head, and hand him back his coffee. Walking over to fridge, you make sure to tease him alittle by swaying your hips.
Opening its doors, you get on your tiptoes to explore the fridge’s condiments, allowing his shirt to raise even further up your thighs. “So,” you sigh. “What’s for breakfast?” Suddenly, warm hands are making their way up your thighs to grip your waist. “You.” Tom growls, inches from your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck.
Before your brain can process this, Tom lifts, and then places you on the kitchen island. You gasp at the sudden sensation of the cooled surface against your heated skin, and Tom takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands falls to the small of your back, holding you against him, while the other reaches up to cup your face - controlling the kiss. Immediately, your legs wrap around his waist and pull him forward, to close the distance between the two of you.
You moan at the friction you feel against his sweats, and begin grinding your hips into it. The feeling of his clothed erection, against your exposed skin is a unexpectedly heady sensation. You hear him groan into your mouth, as his tongue massages against yours. Breaking away from the kiss, Tom nips at your lower lip, before untangling himself from you.
You move to protest, until you see him turn and reopen the fridge, digging through it. After a beat, he turns to face you with a bottle of carmel sauce in his hand. Your eyebrows furrow together, as he dips his index and middle finger into the container. “I told you,” he explains, “you’re going to be breakfast.”
When your mouth pops open, Tom places his two covered fingers on your bottom lip. “Suck.” He says, watching you intently, his eyes heated. Saying nothing, you grab his hand and bring his index finger into your mouth, sucking hard. You hear his sharp intake of breath, and watch as his bottom lip gets caught between his teeth. Your tongue swirls around his finger, before you pull it out of your mouth, and nibble at the tip of it. He watches, as you then take his middle finger into your mouth, repeating the same motion as before.
To be extra thorough, you pull both fingers into your mouth as your tongue flicks up the sides, and in between them. Tom licks his lips as you pull his fingers out your mouth, kissing the tips of them. “Good girl.” Tom rasps, as he leans down to kiss you, his hand trailing down your body. You moan into his mouth, when his fingers slide past your wet folds and then slip inside of you. “Jesus, Tom.” You groan, tilting your head back at the welcome sensation. His fingers curl inside you, as his thumb circles your clit. “Baby, you’re so fucking wet for me.” You close your eyes, as Tom leans down to kiss your neck - retracing his marks from last night.
Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper in protest. Your eyes flicker open, “Why’d you stop?” Looking up, you find Tom sucking his fingers clean, his eyes are closed as he savors each finger’s taste of you. “Because, I wanted a taste. I’m hungry.” You blink up at him, as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back upright.
His fingers begin unbottoning your(his) shirt, slowly working their way down. Once the shirt is undone, he uses his index finger to push it open, revealing your naked body to him. He clicks his tongue as he eyes you up and down. “You are so fucking beautiful. You know that?” You blush, feeling his intense gaze on you, and your eyes avoid him by looking up at ceiling.
A cold, thick, liquid draining down your chest calls your attention back down. Tom has begun dripping the carmel sauce down your chest, allowing it spill over your breasts and down your stomach. Your nipples harden at the cool tempature, and you bite your lip in anticipation.
“You’re going to taste so good, pretty girl.” Tom admits idly, his eyes growing in hunger as they watch the sauce work it’s way down your chest. After a beat, he pushes you onto your back and pulls your body down - so half of you is sprawled on top of the counter, while the other half wraps around his waist to hold itself up. Using one arm he holds you up, while the other rests on the counter to balance the two of you in this position.
His tongue instantly starts on your collarbones, slowly working his way across them to lick up all of the carmel. One of your hands falls down, to help prop yourself up, and the other digs into his hair, before sliding down his back and flattening against it - holding him close. “God, Tom. You’re so good.” You encourage, as his mouth continues lower, his tongue working it’s way over the tops of your breasts. “Tell me, darling,” Tom breathes against your skin, “tell me how good it feels.” His mouth restarts its process, sucking along the sides of your breasts and working their way in.
“So good, Tom.” You moan. “Please.” You beg, not sure exactly what you want, just knowing you don’t want him to stop. Ever. He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth, and his tongue begins rolling over your nipple. “Fuck.” You groan, as your hips buck up suddenly, grinding against his growing erection. He moans around your nipple, before pulling it out of mouth and working his way over the other breast - repeating the same process.
Once he pulls that breast out of his mouth, you cup the back of his neck and tug his mouth to yours. His lips are sticky, and he tastes of carmel and coffee. Your tongue is greedy for him, as it slips into his mouth, massaging against him. He exhales heavily, as his hand holding the two of you up, reaches to cup your face. You both fall back onto the island, as Tom’s hands slips under your shirt to hold your backside. You hardly notice the contact your head made with rough island surface, as your hands trail down his back to cup his ass, making him grind against your heat.
“Please, Tom.” You mumble against his lips, and he knows exactly what you want. Holding himself up with one hand, he leans down with the other to tug his sweats off enough to free his hardened length. Wasting no time, Tom slides into you with ease and groans loudly as your insides clench around him. “Fuck,” he groans, closing his eyes briefly as he props himself onto his elbows.
You moan loudly as his hips swirl against yours, before beginning to thrust back and forth. Your arms loop around his neck, your breasts raising and falling as he reaches a more punishing rhythm. You feel your muscles begin tightening and the familiar heat grow in your stomach.
Suddenly, Tom leans up into a standing position and pulls you to edge of the counter. Dropping one of your legs to the side, and pulling the other higher up his waist, he begins hitting you at a new and deeper spot. You gasp, and throw your head back, your hips bucking against his to meet his new pace. One of your hands falls down to the counter, to hold yourself up, while the other wraps around Tom’s shoulders.
Leaning down, Tom takes your mouth in his as you feel yourself building again. One of Tom’s hands reaches down between you, and his thumb begins circling your clit. Your toes curl and you break away from the kiss to groan loudly. His hips and thumb continue their same momentum, and he has to snake his arm around your back to keep you up right, as your orgasm rips through you. “Tom, oh my god. Yes.” You’re practically screaming at this point, but you don’t care, your orgasm is too powerful to control yourself. “Shit, baby. God.” Tom’s head falls to the crook of your neck as he continue his same thrusts, pushing himself over the edge.
His hips grow sloppy, as he rides both of you through your highs, before he collapses against you, causing both of you to fall back. You stay like this, as you catch your breath; his head on your chest, and your fingers stroking his naked back. “Holy fuck.” He mumbles, standing straight, and pulling his sweats up. “I know.” You agree, rebuttoning your shirt - ignoring the feeling of sticky carmel on your skin.
“How’sthat for breakfast?” Tom grins, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. You shrug and purse your lip, mimicking him earlier. “It’s alright.” Tom rolls his eyes, before kissing your hair. You hop off the island and stretch out your limbs. “So, really,” you say opening the fridge and glancing over at Tom. “What’s for breakfast?”
let’s be real, every girl gets very horny leading up to their periods… so lots of sex.
• tom would be surprised at how often you’d throw yourself at him.
“shit,darling. you are insatiable.” he’d say biting his lip, as you kissed his neck, your hands sliding into his pants.
• “guilty,” you’d murmur kissing your way up to his ear - hitting all his favorite spots causing him to squirm, “what’s my punishment?”
“i can think of a thing or two.” tom would say, raising his eyebrows micheviously, before throwing you onto your back.
•so much oral!! (giving and receiving leading up to your period)
because you’d be extremely hormonal - your feelings would get hurt a lot and you’d be irritable more often than not.
• tom wouldn’t know how to handle this hotandcold attitude so sometimes he’d jump you or he’d cuddle you as a way of apologizing.
cuddling usually led to fucking. damn those hormones!!
• your first day is always super heavy, and you’d be extra cranky + nauseous.
sometimes tom would text you “do you want me to bring you home snacks?” or he’d just bring them without even asking.
•so many booty and head rubs!!
“baby…” you’d say, blinking innocently up at him, your head propped on his chest. “hmm?” he’d ask, still looking at his phone. “do you wanna make your girl, really, really happy?” you’d tempt, biting your lip.
• he’d look down at you, already knowing what you’re about to ask.
“back or front?” he’d question, setting his phone on the bedside table. “front. belly.” you’d say eagerly, pulling your shirt up to give him better access to your sensative stomach.
• using his finger tips, he’d run them along your stomach - up and down, side to side - somewhat soothing your cramps.
you’d fight sleep, not wanting to feel the absence of the sensation, but inevitably - you’d give in.
• even after you were asleep, tom would continue to rub your stomach - his head rested on your chest, eyes closed, relaxing himself into his own sleep.
clearly,lots of napping together.
• arguing a lot because you’re cranky, but tom wouldn’t take it to heart, and you’d always apologize first because you felt guilty.
“i’m sorry for yelling earlier, baby. i didn’t mean it.” you’d mumble, twiddling your thumbs, shifting uncomfortably and avoiding eye contact. tom would walk over to you, cupping your chin, bringing it up to his face.
• he’d kiss you slowly and sweetly. “i know, pretty girl. it’s okay.”
towards the end of your period - those hormones would come back again.
• you weren’t into period sex - but tom and you would still find a way to get off. (horny lil fuckers!!)
making out and grinding against each other was how you did it.
• “baby,” you’d whine wanting desperately to feel more friction than his bulge was providing, “i want more.” his hips would continue their steady, rough, pace against the fabric of your panties.
“i know, darling.” he’d groan, closing his eyes, feeling himself nearing the edge. “just feel me.”
• throwing your head back, you’d squeeze your eyes shut, imagining him inside you. your hips quickening against his.
“yes,” tom would seethe - driving you both to your orgasms, “that’s it, baby. just like that.”
• your orgasm would tear through you, causing you to shiver and quake beanthe tom.
he’d collapse ontop of you, feeling his cum leak down his legs through his pants. “still, fucking incredible.” he’d mumble against your lips - causing you to smile.
• finally, you’d be off your period and tom wouldn’t hesitate to fuck you. starting with his favorite thing to do to you…
with his head between your legs, he’d sigh contentedly. “i’ve missed this part of you.” he murmured against your folds, his hot breath causing you to squirm.
• reaching down, you’d tangle your hands in his hair. “kiss me,” you’d beg, “i’ve missed your mouth on me.”
saying nothing, he’d smile and lean forward to give you what you’ve both been missing.
|| summary: you’re cuddling with tom and things take an interesting turn…
|| author’s note: smut. smut. smut. smut. read at your own risk!
“Comfortable?” Tom teases, as you readjust yourself for the tenth in the past five minutes. Using your feet, you kick the blanket further down the couch, so it’s rested along your ankles. Then, you nod. Tom smiles and places his head back on your shoulder, returning his attention to the TV.
After a few moments, you move from being on your back to on your side. “Jesus.” Tom groans as he lifts his head, that you’ve just disturbed from it’s position. “Can you sit still for five minutes?” Glancing over your shoulder, you find him annoyingly looking down at you. “I probably could, if I was more relaxed.” You admit. He raises his eyebrows, and props himself onto one elbow. “And how may I assist you in becoming more comfortable, madam?” You bite your lip, trying to hold back your grin. “A back massage would be great.” Tom rolls his eyes, and mositions his hand, signalling for you to turn over.
You eagerly comply, turning onto your chest, exposing your back to him. Tom begins by gently rubbing your back through your shirt, causing your muscles to relax. After a few moments, he grabs the hem over your shirt and tugs it. You hold yourself up, allowing him to slip it over your head, before laying back down. “Take your bra off.” He says, while unclasping it for you. Without hesitation, you sit up and slip the straps off your shoulder, causing the bra to fall to the floor. Tom pulls you back into your laying position, and you cross your arms under your head to support it.
With deft fingers, Tom begins massaging circles into your back. You close your eyes, and hum low in your throat. Using one hand, he massages the back of your neck, his fingers teasing the roots of your hair. The other hand’s palm is placed along your lower back, putting pressure along the sides of your spine. You groan at the two sensations, loving every caress. “You like that, sunshine?” Tom asks, and you sense his smile grow as you continue to moan. “Oh my god, yes.” You rasp, while nodding your head to annunciate just how good it feels.
Taking both hands, he places them on your shoulder blades and uses his thumbs to pressure remove any knotts, while his other fingers mirror each other - making circular motions. Your mouth pops open, as you moan loudly. His hands continue this process all the way down your back, as you practically drool all over yourself.
When Tom’s hands reach the waist band of your panties, instead of going back up, he continues down - massaging over your ass cheeks. “Oh fuck,” you groan at the rare sensation. You love booty rubs, but you’ve yet to tell Tom that. His hands squeeze, and spread you cheeks, while his fingers continue to massage into them. He then uses his knuckles to rub up and down the sides of your cheeks, working their way in. You moan again, before feeling the absence of Tom’s deft touch on your ass.
Suddenly, Tom flips you over so your lying on your back. “Time to which sides.” Tom smirks, cupping your face and kissing you quickly. Before you can say anything, Tom’s hands are sliding down to your chest, teasing your lips as they go. His hands cup your breasts, allowing them to fill his palms. “You fit my hand perfectly.” Tom admits idly, while his fingers begin to tease your nipples. You arch your back in response and whisper, “fuck.” He rolls your nipples between his fingers and watches as you begin squirming underneath him. Your eyes close, as your thighs squeeze together in desperation of friction. “Oh, baby. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.” Tom groans, as he leans down to nip and suck your neck. “Tom,” you rasp as your hands reach up to tangle in his hair.
One of Tom’s hands wraps around your back, holding you flush against him, as the other slips into your panties. His fingers, spread open your folds to find you’re already soaking. Without hesitation, he slides two fingers inside you while his thumb begins circling you’re clit. You squeeze your lips together, holding in your moans. “Ah-ah,” Tom tisks, leaning down and biting your lower lip, tugging it down, “I wanna hear you.” You moan loudly, as his fingers quicken their pace, pumping faster inside you, as his thumb adds more pressure to your clit. Tom nods down at you in encouragement, “That’s it, baby. Mhm.”
Your muscles begin tightening as your hips grind against his hand. Your breathing quickens and your hands reach down to grasp his biceps, squeezing tightly. “Jesus,” you seethe as your orgasm blows through you. Your thighs tighten around his hand, while your toes curl, and your back arches pushing you further against Tom. “That’s it, pretty girl. You’re so fucking pretty.” Tom brushes hair away from your face, as you pant, trying to catch your breath. Leaning down, his tongue slips into your open mouth, coaxing a kiss out of you.
Tom breaks away from the kiss first, for air, as your breathing calms. Pulling his hand out of your panties, Tom slips his fingers into his mouth and begins sucking them clean. You watch, in awe, feeling your insides twitch slightly in response. “Well,” Tom says after pulling his fingers out his mouth, “that escalated quickly.” You laugh aloud, as you reach down to pick up your shirt, not bothering to grab your bra. “You’re telling me.” You giggle, pulling your shirt over your head. Leaning over, you kiss Tom sweetly. “Thank you.” Tom smiles and shifts into a laying a position, tossing and turning a few times, waiting for you to join him.
“Comfortable?” You tease, smirking. “Actually… a back massage would be great.” You bite your lip and smile, “turn over.”
“What are we seeing this time?” Jacob asks, glancing up at the screen that has movies and show times listed. “I think Tom said, (Y/N) is deciding.” Zendaya mumbles, not looking up from her phone. You raise your eyebrows at Tom and he smirks. “Oh, I’m definitely not deciding. Harrison? Any ideas?” Harrison silently shakes his head and everyone looks to Laura. She raises her hands in a defense position. “This was all Tom’s idea.” You all look to Tom and he chuckles, before examining the screen. “What about… Baby Driver?” Tom decides. You and Tom, have already seen it but it was a good movie, so you wouldn’t mind seeing it again. Everyone nods in agreement and you all walk up to the ticket booth.
A third of the way into the movie, Tom casually places his hand on your knee. You glance down at it, then over at him to find he’s watching the screen intently. Shrugging it off, you turn your attention back to the screen. After a few minutes, you feel Tom’s hand slowly making its way up your thigh. Realizing what he’s trying to do, you squeeze your thighs together in attempt to prevent his greedy fingers from getting what they want. You glare over at Tom in the darkness of the theatre, but he’s looking forward, as if he has no idea what his hand is doing. Tom’s trapped hand strokes your thigh with his thumb, tickling your flesh with his gentle touch. After a couple minutes, you absentmindedly relax your legs and Tom takes this moment to strike. Quickly, but subtly, Tom’s hand moves into your panties, and begins running his index and middle finger down your folds. You play your gasp off as a cough and try to keep your attention anywhere but down there.
His deft fingers, spread your lips open and begin making circular motions over your clit. Eager for more contact, your legs spread open, giving him better access. You peek over to your right, checking if anyone’s noticing your guy’s dirty act, but find all of their attention to be on the movie. Tom’s middle and forefinger slide into you with ease, as his thumb comes up to continue circling your clit. You close your eyes at the sensation, and tilt your head back slightly, taking in every caress.
You bite your lip, holding in your moans, as Tom gains momentum. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, but keeping the same pressure and motion on your bulb of nerves, is enough to drive you wild. Your hand reaches down to grasp Tom’s forearm, urging him on. You sense Tom’s smirk, but your eyes are still closed. Your mouth falls open slightly, but you quickly shut it again in fear of letting a moan slip out. As Tom’s fingers continue their relentless and unwavering motion, your breathing increases. You feel beads of sweat forming on the sides of your forehead, and you tilt your head back. Biting your lip roughly, and using all the self restraint you have, you silently make your way through your orgasm. Grinding your hips gently against Tom’s fingers, you sigh through you nostrils as you come down.
You glance to your right, double-checking that no one noticed, and you’re relieved to find them in the same state they were a few minutes ago. Tom removes his fingers from your panties and pulls them into his mouth. You watch him as he licks them clean, feeling yourself tingle in response. He glances over at you, his eyes a smoldering brown. Your mouth pops open and he leans over, brushing the hair away from your ear. “You have no idea what I’d like to do with that mouth right now, darling.” When he pulls away you’re still gaping at him. Licking your lips, you scoot a little closer to him, so you’re inches away from his face. “Why don’t you show me?” You challenge. You hear his breath hitch in his throat and he bites his lip. Closing his eyes briefly, you hear a faint groan low in his throat. He turns his head to examine the movie screen. “The movie’s almost over. Tell Laura and Zendaya we’re leaving.”
You nod and turn to the girls, while he turns to Harrison and Jacob. “Sorry but, we gotta leave. Tom’s not feeling well. We’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You whisper to Zendaya. She nods and you ask her to tell Laura. Before you can get a response, Tom grasps your hand and pulls you down the crowded aisle, to the walkway leading out the exit. His hastily way of leaving and how tight his grip is on your hand, you know you’re gonna have your work cut out for you. You bite your in anticipation. You can’t fucking wait.
watching all these ig stans who’re getting aggy and INVASIVE on Tom’s new girl have big crackhead energy - news flash life isn’t a self-insert and if it was, you’d be the fans that fuck up the relationship
