Dead Man Walking - Tom Holland
A/N: so this is the first time i’m posting something that i’ve written and to be perfectly candid it scares me but here we go. plz let me know what you think.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings: alcohol, language, smut
Inspired by the song Dead Man Walking - Jon Bellion.
‘Cause my sister has a best friend
That I’ve known since I was three
And now I’m gon’ get strangled
‘Cause we tangled in the sheets
I’ve known Tom since I was a kid. My older sister, Jamie, invited him over to ride their bikes when she saw him playing in the yard across from our house. I was three at the time and don’t remember much from that day, but my family always retells the story of how we met and how I cried because my sister wouldn’t play with me and my dolls so Tom sat down with me and played. My entire family has loved him ever since.
Years later, after Jamie and Tom had graduated and gone their separate ways, they had stayed in contact. He’d pop in for some family dinners while he still lived at home, but down the line as his career had progressed, the visits became sporadic, seeing him maybe twice a year. I hadn’t really tried to keep in contact with him, mostly because we were never really close friends, I had always been seen as that “annoying little sister” to Jamie and was rarely invited to hang out with him and Jamie because she never wanted to drag me around. I never really minded. I had my own friends and my own life and sure, I felt left out when they went to see my favourite band in concert without me, but for the most part I was content.
When my sister got engaged, I was one of the first to know. Her girlfriend, Sara, actually asked me to help her propose and to catch the whole proposal on video. I, of course, accepted and Jamie, of course, said yes. And that’s how I ended up here, at my sister’s wedding, getting drunk off the open bar, trying to forget how lonely I am. As I was sipping a glass of champagne in the bar at the back of the hotel ballroom, admiring how beautiful and happy my sister looked, I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Hey, Squirt, long time no see.”
Upon hearing the nickname I have loathed since childhood, I turned to see Tom, in a blue suit, tie nowhere to be found, holding a glass of what seemed to be scotch. “Yeah,” I started to reply, “I’ve been a bit busy gallivanting the world and being praised by my millions of adoring fans. Oh wait no, that’s you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh piss off. You know you’re quite mean when you’re drunk,” he said pointing to my empty glass.
“Lest I remind you, I am also mean sober.” I slur in response as I turn to walk back up to the bar to return my glass. Tom follows so I ask, “Didn’t quite make it for the reception, Holland?”
He places his glass down on the bar and motions for the bartender who is currently serving someone who must be from Sara’s family, because they don’t look familiar. “Hey, I tried to make it in time, I barely get off these days. At least I made it to the reception.”
I chuckled to myself, my drunken mind twisting the innocent words into an innuendo. “Oh, so the famous Tom Holland can’t get off? That’s shocking.” Tom just glares at me and orders a shot from the bartender. I turn to them and say, “You know what, make that two.” As they pour the two shots I glance over to Tom. He’s already eyeing me and I try to subtly look away, but he’s already noticed the awkward look. He picks up his shot and I pick up mine.
“Cheers, Squirt.” Tom says as he clinks our shot glasses. We take our shots and Tom coughs a little so I decide to pick on him.
“You’ve got at least like three years on me and you still can’t take a shot can you, Holland.”
Tom begins to threaten, “If you don’t shut the hell up, Squirt, I–”
“What’re you gonna do, Holland? Fucking make me? I’d like to see you try.” I turn to walk away from the bar over to the dancefloor, but Tom grabs my wrist and pulls me back towards him. Suddenly, I’m mere millimeters away from his face. I can feel his breath, laced with liquor and smell his fading cologne and I’m too stunned to come up with any decent retort. Luckily, I don’t have to.
“Oh, I’ll make you, Squirt.” I couldn’t help but think of that statement as anything but sexual as I felt myself get turned on by him. He leaned in and kissed me and it felt like fireworks had gone off inside my whole body. It was a needy and passionate kiss. One hand was roaming my body and the other was gripping the back of my neck. We snuck out of the ballroom and ended up in my suite. Tom hastily unzipped my dress and threw off his jacket and shirt and we barely broke the kiss save for a few quick breaths of air. As our hands got tangled in each others hair and our bodies tangled in the crisp, white, hotel sheets neither of us thought about the consequences. It felt too good to be wrong.
I woke to find myself naked, in the strong arms of my sister’s best friend, a man I’ve known since I was three, and I just knew that we would end up dead if Jamie ever found out. I tried to readjust my body to pull the covers over myself, but I ended up waking Tom up from his slumber. He kissed my forehead and mumbled a quiet good morning. I whispered a good morning in response as he continued peppering me with small kisses all the way down to my neck that’s become covered in numerous purple hickeys. My hand is still behind his head and his are wrapped around me slowly tracing out the curves of my body and I laugh to myself and whisper, “I guess you can’t call me Squirt anymore, can you, Holland?”
He just chuckles. “After last night, I may just have to keep calling you Squirt, Darling,” he says as he rubs my bare ass, giving me a wink.
I groan, “Bite me, Holland.”
“Oh don’t worry, Darling, I will.” Tom moves one hand behind my head and kisses me softly and slowly. Deepening the kiss I throw my leg over his bare chest and straddle him. A beat later, I hear a knock at the door and the whirr of the lock unlocking. I quickly break the kiss and turn to the door and see my sister standing in the frame. I push Tom off the bed and try to cover my body with the sheets, but it’s already too late.
As Tom pops his head up from beside the bed, all my sister says is, “What the fuck?”
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