You want a relationship and Tom wants to find his “one person.” The want to not be lonely left you both going on a string of bad dates. And you both had your usual spots you would go to sulk about it but, as a coincidence would have it, your spots are closed on the same night leading you both to same exact diner. And as another coincidence would have it, your server serves you each other’s meals, leading the two of you to meet.
Not a soulmate AU but inspired but the red string of fate theory.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of getting cheated on previously, alcohol use, there’s blood in like one chapter (I can’t help it)
A/N: I said I thought about this fic for over a year and here we are lmao decided to finally write it. I haven’t been this excited or happy with a series since Forever so I hope you guys enjoy it as much I do!!
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Chapters:
Chapter 1 - Coincidences
Chapter 2 - Date One
Chapter 3 - The Setup
Chapter 4 - Atlas (coming Nov. 25)
Chapter 5 - Date Two
Chapter 6 -
Chapter 7 -
Chapter 8
Chapter 9 - Petrichor
Chapter 10 - Oh, There’s The Trauma
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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I don’t know Tom personally nor I own him. What’s written is just fiction and should be thought of as such. I’m essentially using him as a nameclaim and faceclaim. I’m creating a character and just using his name and features for details. I do not directly associate Tom with any ideas used in my writing. It’s used for entertainment and fictional purposes only. I do not directly associate the actions, activities, or emotions with Tom himself. He is being used here as a character should be thought of such.
summary: never having experienced a good relationship, you were afraid and hesitant to enter a new one. especially if it was with your work colleague. but tom remained patient, believing that one day you would follow what your heart desires. and when you have a tough night a work, tom is there to help.
word count: 5,037
warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, alcohol mention and consumption, drunken people, cursing, mutual pinning, lots of banter and smut !! so minors dni (18+) extended warnings below cut.
a/n: lmao this possibly is based off of some real life experiences, maybe some.. maybe all 👀 but anyways. here is my take on the forever iconic bartender!tom. i mean who doesn’t love a bit of fun time at the work place :0 please let me know what you think !!! any feedback is very much appreciated <3 sorry if this sucks and for any mistakes, but enjoy xo
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extended warnings: body worship, hint of sub!tom, hint of dom!tom, oral (fem rec), one instance of choking, spanking, unprotected sex, sex in a semi-public place, dirty talk, praise link, cum eating. probably missing some things? idk :)
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Thursday night was always the worst night for one main reason; college students. The club offered a 3 for £10 on jägerbombs which attracted the masses, unfortunately.
You were only here to make an extra penny as you tried to complete your masters. The drunken students hollering, verbally abusing and flirting definitely did not help with the fact you wanted to quit. The only reason you stayed was because you were broke.
So there you were, repeatedly pouring red bull into shots of jäger trying to keep the smile on your face. You didn’t even know why you tried to be nice, they weren’t gonna tip you anyways. This was a night for them to escape the stress of college and socialise with others. You weren’t mad, that used to be you until responsibility became a factor in your life.
Taking the ten pound note from the boy that leaned over the counter, nearly falling over it as he could barely stand, you turned around shoving it into the till before handing him his drinks. The plastic cups were empty within three seconds, the liquor easily being consumed without hesitation, his drunken state making him immune to the taste.
You cringed, watching him waddle away to join the crowd on the dance floor. You had no time to breathe as the constant waving of hands grabbed your attention. Begging to be next served. “What can I get you?” You yelled, leaning over the counter to hear the customer over the blaring music.
“Two sambuca.” He slurred.
You nodded, grabbing two shot glasses and the bottle of the liquorish tasting liquid. Even the smell was intense as you filled the small glasses. If you were drunk, this would’ve been much more appealing. “Five pound.” You shouted, extending your hand.
He dug through his front pockets, pulling out a crumpled five pound note, slapping it in your hand. You quickly twisted on your heels, putting it into the till before you could misplace it.
As your back was turned, you heard the customer catcall you. “Fuck, it’s a shame to be a bartender with an ass like that. I am sure I can think of something else you could be doing that would make you a lot more money.”
A crackle erupted from his friends and fellow peers following his statement, your body stiff as you clutched the side of the till, the rage that surging through your veins. ‘Just ignore him’. And that’s what you did, moving swiftly onto the next person.
You would’ve been fine, but the boy found himself standing at the bar for the rest of the night, passing endless suggestive comments your way. When he said something about you being a bitch for not responding, that was your final straw. You slammed your fist on the countertop. “Get out.” You spat.
He laughed, not taking your demand seriously. “I said get out now. Or I will get the bouncer to do it.”
“You won’t do nothin’ darling.” He hissed, sticking his tongue out like he was a child.
“Hey! What’s going on here?” Tom, your co-worker asked, spotting the intense interaction from his end of the bar.
“Nothing. He was just leaving.” You answered, bringing the club’s radio to your lips, contacting the bouncer to escort the man out.
“You fucking serious? You gonna kick me out. Knew you were a fucking bitch.” He muttered.
This outraged Tom. He went to punch the guy, your hands quickly reacted by planting themselves on his chest, preventing him from jumping the guy. “Don’t. You lose your job.” You warned.
“He can’t talk to you like that!” He exclaimed, his veins bulging from his forehead as his body filled with anger.
Thankfully before the boy could add more fuel to the fire, the bouncer came, grabbing him by the collar, dragging him out of the club. You let out a deep breath, grateful he was gone. “You okay? I am sorry about him. He was a dick.”
Tom looked at you with sorrowful eyes, upset that this was a nightly occurrence for you. Drunken men had no filter, and no regard for feelings. The alcohol adding to their inflated egos, believing all women wanted to sleep with them. “I am fine. The place is closed in thirty minutes, I will get a bit of peace then.” You stated before attending to the next customer.
As the night continued, Tom found it hard to focus on his job. Fuming that some random stranger had the audacity to verbally assault one of the sweetest people he knew. It wasn’t until the music stopped that he was taken from his raging thoughts.
Slowly, people left the club, probably attending an after-party in somebody’s poor house. Tom sighed, taking in the state of the bar. Cups and spilled alcohol everywhere, littering the place. He glanced over at you. You were sat on a footstool in the corner, head in your hands.
Strolling over to your hunched figure, he brought you a bottle of water, clearing his throat to gain your attention. Your head perked up, staring at the kind man as he sported a weak smile. “Hey, you good?”
You sighed, taking his kind offering, grabbing the bottle from his hands before gulping down a quarter of the liquid inside. Wiping your mouth, you sent him a gentle smile. “Yeah, just annoyed. But I am used to it. Drunks can be dicks.” You shrugged.
Tom chuckled, nodding his head vigorously in agreement. He had his own fair share of girls chatting him up, suggesting some sinful actions or just being rude if he objected their advances. Being a bartender is not easy. The job required you to politely listen to people ramble on about their personal troubles and it also entailed lots of verbal abuse from drunken, unhappy customers. But the tips were good.
Placing the water down on the ground you stood up, snatching two shot glasses from the rack and a bottle of Hennessy. Tom furrowed his eyebrows, watching you pour it into the glasses. Slamming the glass bottle down, you handed him the shot while also picking up your own. Raising it up, you gave your colleague a warm smile. “To our shitty jobs.”
A smile erupted on his face as he finally relaxed. “To our shitty jobs.” He repeated, joining in on the toast.
In unionism, you both brought the liquor to your mouths, tipping your head back to allow the alcohol to enter your system. A familiar burn trickling down your throats as both of you grimaced at the taste. Tom coughed. “Why did you pick Henny out of all drinks?”
You shrugged, taking his empty glass to put it in the washing machine. “I don’t know. I needed something strong, and for some reason I thought Henny would be smooth.”
“Yeah, in a glass with ice. After years working here, you are still a shit bartender, darling.” He teased, returning the bottle to the shelf behind the counter.
Rolling your eyes and folding your arms, you returned a snarky remark. “Fuck off Thomas. The only reason you work here is because you attract the ladies. You don’t know the difference between a beer and a cider.”
He dramatically gasped, slapping his hand on his chest as if your comment had hurt him. Knees buckled as he grasped the counter top, falling slowly to the ground. “How could you say such a thing.” He whimpered.
From this angle, Tom couldn’t help but admire you. It was an unusual view, not one that he would regularly see. It was like one of those propaganda shots powerful figures took. But it was a pretty one nonetheless. The dim lights created a shadow around your body emphasising every curve. The way you stood tall above him made him want to groan. He adored a powerful woman, someone who was confident in their own skin. He believed it to be the most attractive thing a woman could possess.
He was forced out from his daydream with a gentle nudge to his side by your foot. “Will you get up. Such a child. We’ve to stock up you idiot.”
“That’s your job!” He whined, rising up from the ground, dusting off his black jeans.
Pursing your lips together, you formed a small pout as your soft gaze pierced through his heart. “I know, but a few kegs are empty and I don’t feel like lifting them. So please, help me.”
How could he say no? He simply could not. Exhaling a large puff of air in defeat, he agreed causing you to grin at him. He was wrapped around your finger. You could lift the kegs, but why should you when there was a perfectly fit twenty four year old fellow employee who could. You mumbled a thank you before brushing past him. The sweet scent of your lavender lotion that was mixed with the smell of your coconut shampoo filled his senses. It was Tom’s favourite combination. He found the smell to be comforting to him for some reason.
Sometimes, during work, if he got a waft of the scent, his mind would wander. He would imagine himself cuddled up to you on a Sunday morning following a long shift the night before. His head tucked into your neck, arms draped around your waist. Both too tired to move from each other’s warmth. But it was all a fantasy. Tom’s heart ached at the thought of the unrequited love.
About a year ago, you had denied Toms forthcoming. He had admitted he liked you, and asked you on a date. But you were scared and you never liked the idea of dating a fellow employee. You believed remaining friends would be the best option incase of a bad breakup. Finding a new job was something you didn’t want to have to do.
It’s not that you believed Tom would break your heart. He was a gentleman. Sweet and caring. He was also very funny, always keeping you entertained through your tedious shifts. On top of all that, he was incredibly handsome. However, your track record with previous relationships wasn’t a good one, and it had left you with major trust issues and the belief that all men were the devil reincarnated.
Tom remained patient with you, determined and convinced that you two were meant to be. He constantly reminded you he still liked you, but in subtle ways to avoid scaring you. Either it be by complimenting you or escorting you home after work. He wanted to show you that he cared with simple gestures.
Tom gladly trotted behind you, following you to the storage room in the basement. As you opened the door, the room was dark, slightly dusted due to the lack of activity. Reaching your hand in, you turned on the single light that hung lowly from the ceiling, illuminating the space. Boxes, kegs and bottles scattered everywhere. You sighed, realising it was your job to restock the drinks.
Laughing, Tom placed his hands on your shoulders, giving you a playful shake. “Cheer up darling, it’s not that bad eh. You’ve help!”
Shoving him back, you smacked your lips unamused by his attempt to brighten your mood. Once you both entered, you closed the door behind you. Tom hurried over to where the kegs were stored, placing his hands on his hips. “Right c’mon. Let’s get this done so we can go home. Now, what was empty?”
Walking over to him, you stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “You are right Holland. Okay so it’s just the two Heineken drafts, the Carlsberg and Guinness. I changed the spritzers earlier.”
Tom nodded, scanning the kegs to find the right ones. He clapped his hands together when he found it, causing you to jump at the sudden sound. He immediately apologised, placing a tender hand on your forearm before returning his focus to the task at hand.
When he leaned over to grip the keg, you shamelessly admired his figure. The tight, black t-shirt the job required clung to his large, defined biceps. His veins bulged from his forearms as his hands gripped the metal barrel. Hair was gelled back out of his face, his wavy locks messy after a long shift. His side profile was something spectacular. Jaw chiselled, cheekbones prominent. His eyebrow sported a funny cow lick making it look like it was an intentional slit.
His back straightened, pulling the heavy keg from the ground, carrying it over to the tap to replace the empty one. You strolled behind him, eyes glued to his broad shoulders. Even through the fabric, you could make out the outline of his back muscles. The metal pang that echoed through the room removed you from your sinful thoughts.
You liked Tom– you really did. You just didn’t know if you were ready for commitment, giving yourself up to someone else’s mercy. Maybe he could break that disastrous spell. Maybe he could mend the cracks your heart possessed. But it wouldn’t be fair on him, it’s not his job to fix a broken soul.
“Thank you.” You mumbled, exchanging the kegs. He nodded, returning to the stock to grab the next one as you worked to connect the taps. Tom began to whistle, trying to kill the silence and pass the time. The tune was chirpy, causing a smile to carve into your face as you were bent over, fixing the keg.
As Tom carried the next one over, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of your curvy behind. Jeans tight around the skin, outlining every glorious detail. Tom tucked his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to keep his own sinister thoughts at bay. Shaking his head, he dropped the next barrel beside you.
As you tried to turn your body to face him to thank him once again, a tightness shot through your hamstring. Cursing, you dropped to the ground, tailbone colliding with the cold concrete as you clutched your muscle pulling it towards your chest. Tom’s eyes widened in concern, squatting down to tend to your injured body. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Hamstring. Cramp.” You hissed, groaning in pain.
Standing up, Tom grabbed your ankle, straightening it slowly and carefully, rising it up to give your strained muscle a better stretch. The pain sizzled into a satisfying relief as your hamstring relaxed. His eyes began to trail from your face once he noticed your features soften, and they landed on your chest. The shirt you wore was a v-neck, showing the tops of your tits. Gravity did gods work, pushing them up as you laid on the ground.
Tom had to shift his position, his jeans becoming too tight. He wanted to curse at himself for getting turned on in this moment, but he couldn’t help it. Tonight, the attraction he had for you reached its peak. It might’ve been the way you defended yourself against that man earlier, the way you showed him your confidence, or the way you looked. But all he knew was that, in this moment, he wanted you. He needed you, craved you.
Resting his hand on your shin, he cleared his throat. “You need to look after yourself, darling. Drink more water, sleep. It would be a shame to lose you. I’d miss all of our banter.”
Rolling your eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows, lowering your leg, starting at the helpful man. “Well aren’t you a delight.” You teased causing him to chuckle.
“Just, please Y/N. Take care of yourself.” He mumbled, not wanting to come of sappy.
“You are always thinking of me.” You cheesed, winking playfully as you extended your arm, asking for help up. He understood the gesture, clasping your hands together before using his strength to pull you off the floor. He underestimated how much power he needed to help you up, causing you to smash into his chest. His arm instinctively wrapped around your lower back, preventing the rebound from knocking you back down.
Bodies were temptingly close, eyes locked in a deep gaze. His browns orbs bloomed with hope as they quickly scanned your face. “Always thinking of you.” He purred, voice low and sensual sending shivers down your spine, knees buckling.
With hands on his chest, you contemplated your next move. You could feel his heart pound against your touch. Your mind was preventing your body from doing what it wanted to do, overthinking and analysing every single possible outcome. Your body wanted this, your heart wanted him, no matter how many times you tried to deny it. “Fuck it.”
Just like that, your heart won the battle. Fisting his shirt, you crashed your lips together in a messy, desperate, sloppy kiss. Tongues wasting no time to fight one another for dominance. His hands glazed over your back until they found refuge on your ass, grabbing a handful. You moaned at the touch causing him to rut his hips against yours.
Feet shuffled backwards until your back slammed against the wall. Hungry to feel you, Tom’s hands slipped under your shirt, lifting it up as he went higher and higher. His hands cupped your tits, kneaded them tenderly as lips continued to mingle. Arching your back off the wall, you took off your top as Tom unclasped your bra, working in unionism.
Once all the fabric was removed, Tom pulled away to admire your body. His large hands played with your tits, squeezing them together, thumb fiddling with the darken buds. “They are so pretty. Stunning.” He complimented, eyes glistening and full with lust. He had been patient, waited for this moment for what seemed like an eternity, and now it was finally happening.
Biting your lip to conceal your smile, loving the praise that your lover was giving you. Your hand gravitated to his chiselled jawline, tracing it with your delicate fingers before trailing it down further, down to his Adam’s apple. Deciding to test the waters, your hand expanded, allowing it to wrap around his throat. His eyes bulged at the action before a smirk appeared. “Naughty girl.” He groaned, leaning forward to kiss you again.
You gladly welcomed back his lips, letting them find the perfect rhythm. The hand on his throat moved down to his hipbone, pulling at the fabric of his shirt, begging for it to be removed. Tom hummed, tugging his shirt off. As soon as it was gone, your lips scattered wet kisses on his collarbone, chest and apex of his abs. Returning to his eye-level, you looked at him through big doe eyes pretending that you were an innocent angel, but he couldn’t help but growl knowing you could make him feel things he never had before. “As much as I want you to turn me into a whimpering mess, I really just need to feel you. I have waited so long darling.” He murmured, as his lips returned the favour, placing sweet, tender kisses on your bare shoulder.
“Are you sure?” You asked, gently placing your hands on his wide shoulders.
Tom rested his forehead on yours, arms wrapped around your waist. “Do you want me? Are you finally gonna give me the chance?” His breath heavy, nervous, scared for your answer.
“Yes. I want this– want us.”
That’s all he needed to hear, to know, to give himself up fully to you in the most intimate way possible. Lips entangled as his hands flooded towards your jeans, unbuttoning them with ease. You could feel him everywhere, his mouth and hands suffocated your body.
He squatted down, pulling your jeans with them as you kicked off your shoes. His lips planted soft kisses on the newly exposed skin of your thighs as you struggled to get the tight material off your ankles. Your hands laced in his locks, playing with them as he attended to your needs.
After you struggled to kick off the material, your ankles were free giving him the desired access he needed. Stepping outwards, your thighs separated, allowing his mouth to place a kiss on your neglected heat. You moaned, tugging at his hair. “Please, Tommy.”
He groaned against you at the new nickname, sending vibrations through your body. Licking a stripe from your clothed center to clit, his hands gripped your hips. Using his strength, he turned you around, forcing you to face the wall. You gasped at his sudden aggression. “Arch that back for me darling.”
Listening to your orders, you arched your back, presenting yourself to him. “Fuck.” He cursed, loving the sight in front of him. The brightness of your thong poking from between your legs.
His fingers looped around the band of your thong, snapping them down your legs. You didn’t get to process what happened before his face dove in between your thighs, tongue immediately going to work, lapping up all your juices. Your hands crawled at the concrete wall as the familiar pleasure began to appear. “Tommy, my clit please.” You urged, not in the mood for teasing.
Tom obliged, latching his tongue around your bud, sucking and flicking. His hands burned the skin of your ass, holding them to give better access. You pushed back against him wanting a harder friction. Recognising this, Tom delve deeper, loving the taste as he continued to stimulate you. You began to chant his name, legs becoming weak. As much as you wanted to cum, you wanted him more. “Fuck me now.” You demanded through a shaky voice.
Taking one last long lick, Tom rose to his feet, hands still cupping your ass. “Anything for you.” He growled, a palm retracting from your skin before colliding back down quickly, smacking the skin. “Yes!” You exclaimed, loving the contact.
“You are fucking perfect.” He praised, one hand continuing to spank you as the other unbuckled his belt. The sound of the metal clanking made you even wetter, juices flowing down between your thighs.
Looking over your shoulder, you watched the scene unfold. His legs worked to remove his clothing, eyes focused on your ass, watching it ripple after every smack. He would ensure he rubbed the skin after the harsh contact, soothing the delicious pain.
Finally, his boxers came into view. You could see the imprint, hips pushing back to feel his bulge. Tom groaned, hands grasping your waist, guiding your movements. “Got me so fucking hard. Can’t wait to feel you. Please, let me fuck you.” He whined, his patience wearing thin.
You battered your eyelids, nodding your head slowly understanding his desperation. Eyes connected as his hands began to tug the fabric of his boxers, letting them fall to the floor. Breath was heavy as you lowered your gaze, meeting his throbbing cock. A sinister sound escaped your lips as you watched the precum drip from his angry, red slit.
You watched as he pumped his length a few times before positioning it at your eager entrance. Walls were relaxed ready to welcome his size. The tip poked at the hole, pressing into it, letting it penetrate your core. You gasped, lips parted, enjoying the sensation that pulsated through your body due to the stretch. “Tommy. Fuck.”
His teeth were gritted, sharp breaths exhaled as he tried to calm his emotions. Slowly, he began to fill you up, wall stretching around every inch. He bottomed out, balls pressing against you. His fingers dug into your hips, grounding himself so he wouldn’t come undone there and then. “Feel so warm, so tight. Fucking amazing. So perfect darling.”
After a little time, you both adjusted to the new sensation. His hips began to roll, shallowly, passionately pounding into you. The curve of his cock was perfectly designed to hit your g-spot with every motion. Your moans bounced off the wall, the angelic sounds filling his ears. This motivated him to work harder, hips retracting further to only strike forward with an immense force.
Your hands were placed on the wall, preventing you from smacking into it. The thrusts were calculated, sending your mind into a blissful haze. The knot in your stomach teething at release. You knew Tom was close aswell, his cock throbbing and pulsing against your silky walls. “Kiss me.” You pleaded.
Tom groaned, leaning forward, propping an arm on the wall to give him leverage as lips met. It was sloppy and awkward, but it was still the best kiss you ever experienced. The love, the tenderness mixed with the passionate, rough sex. It was an indescribable feeling.
Tom’s hips constantly moved against yours, thrusting hard, deep strokes into your heat. Soon the pleasure took complete control, clouding your brain and ability to continue the kiss. Mouth parted, sounds flowed out of you, your peak in reaching distance. “Cum. Cum for me darling. Need to feel you. Watch you let go for me. I’ve got you.” He promised, his free hand hooking around your waist.
Flinging a hand down to your clit, you rubbed messy circles around the bud, forcing the knot to erupt. Tom’s teeth sunk into your bottom lip as he felt your walls clamp around his length. Legs quaked, tingles flooded through your body as the intense feeling of ecstasy took over. His hips stilled, afraid to move. He waited for you to come down to attend to himself. “Shit, fuck. You feel amazing. So close darling. Where can I cum?”
“After fucking me like that, tell me where you want to cum.” You stated, pecking his lips.
“Fuck- can I cum in your mouth? Please?”
Without hesitating, you placed a hand on his lower torso, indicating him to move back. He gave you the space to drop to your knees, using your mouth and tongue to wrap your lips around his tip, hollowing your cheeks. He hissed, balls tightening at the sight of you tasting yourself on his cock. Wrapping your hands around his member, you pumped and twisted them, sending him over the edge.
Both fists slammed against the concrete, cock throbbing as his cum shot from the tip. White, thick ropes painted your throat. You moaned at the salty taste that was slightly sweetened by your own wetness and at the glorious sounds that were ripped from his throat. His thighs trembled, the pleasure overwhelming him.
As soon as his cock began to soften, you pulled away, swallowing every drop before rising to your feet. Tom’s eyes were shut tight, the blissful aftershocks still pumping through his veins. Pursing your lips together, you concealed the grin that threatened to appear, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He tucked his head into your neck, arms cradling your back, chest heaving. You both enjoying one another’s presence as your sweaty bodies were pressed together. It wasn’t until you heard your name being echoed that you were aware of your sticky situation. “Y/N? Are you okay? You are taking a long time to do the stock!” Jaz, your friend and colleague, called out.
Tom quickly grabbed you once he heard the doorknob shake, pulling you behind a pile of boxes that would conceal your naked bodies. “Y/N, hello? It’s so hot in here, what the fuck. Where ar–“ She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the pile of clothes. “Oh my fucking god. Is Tom with you?” She smiled, delighted by the fact the two of you finally got together.
“Jaz, get out.”
“Right, um, I will leave the two of you minxes at it then. Y/N, this conversation isn’t over.” She laughed, shocked at what she was witnessing. “Fucking at work. Wow.” Were her final words before she left the storeroom. As the door clicked shut, you and Tom erupted into a fit of laughter.
Tom was holding your body close as you both calmed down, still giggling at the fact you had been caught. “We have to lock the door next time.” He joked, placing a soft kiss on your swollen lips. Your hands lifted to cup his face. “Next time?” You quirked.
“Yes darling, next time. When you have sex at work once, you will have no problem having sex at work another time. And another time. And another. And another.”
You smacked his chest playfully, effectively shutting him up. “Don’t get your hopes up Holland.” You warned, licking your lips when you realised the predicament you both were still in.
“Holland? I preferred Tommy. Especially when you were moaning it when you were cuming for me.” He purred, fingers tracing up and down your exposed spine
“Hmm, I don’t seem to remember that. Care to remind me?”
“What happened to not having sex at work again?” He queried, slowly lowering down onto his knees, lips grazing your skin as he did. Smirking, you played with his messy, damp locks, removing the fallen pieces from his face.
summary ↠ a single-dad bartender, a supportive best friend and their continuous, unrequited love noticed by his optimistic daughter. is it possible to break a heart they never knew they had?
author’s note ↠ this is probably one of the fic series i’ve been most excited about and i’m so happy and grateful that people liked it! so, thank you so much and please enjoy!
If you’re still taking Bartender!Tom requests I’d love to ask for one where reader visits a the bar Tom works at and despite being a little more shy/reserved they hit it off. Maybe ends with Tom nervously asking reader if she wants to go on a date? ☺️
Summary: you and tom strike up conversation at a bar until he builds up the courage to ask you out
Bartender!Tom x reader
w/c 537
Tom sees a lot of people coming in and out of the bar on his every shift. Just normal, everyday people that he probably wouldn’t remember come a day or two later. But you, you were different for some reason.
That Friday night was the first time he could recall seeing you in the bar, you were alone which was unusual in a place like that one, but regardless he didn’t think he was going to forget you.
You nearly took his breath away when you entered, your closed in posture making it obvious to Tom that you didn’t really come to places like this often, or by yourself for that matter.
He felt his palms begin to sweat when he saw you approaching the bar, the man rushing to tidy up his appearance in hopes of making a good first impression. He ran his hands over the sides of his hair in hopes of slicking down any loose pieces again, as well as attempting to check if he had bad breath, of which he ‘solved’ by taking a quick swig of some strong whisky.
Before you’d even placed your hands on the bar, Tom was jumping in to assist you, a large grin on his face that had your heart fluttering.
“Hi, what can I get for you?” he asked kindly, unashamedly admiring your features now you were up close as you started to reel off your drink order. Seeing as you’d entered alone he didn’t expect you to be ordering numerous drinks, and he couldn’t resist teasing you just a little.
“Wow, those all for you?”
Your eyes widened, having missed the jokey tone he used and you rapidly shook your head. “No, uh, my friends-“ You saw the grin on his face and felt your body flush as you finally got the joke.
“You were kidding,” you pointed out. He nodded, chuckling to himself at how easily he’d managed to get you worked up and flustered.
That all seemed to bring you out of your nervous shell a little, and you spent the remaining time from then until your friend’s arrival chatting with the attractive bartender.
You were rather sad when it came to an end, wishing it could’ve gone on just a little longer. “Well, my friends are here,” you said, motioning to the door. “But thank you for keeping me company..” you paused when you realised you didn’t get his name, but he was kind enough to fill in the blank for you. “Tom.” “Tom,” you repeated.
You took the tray of drinks into your hands and began to walk away from the bar with a final goodbye.
“Hey, um,” he stopped you. He was positive your eyes twinkled with excitement when you looked at him, almost as if you knew what he was going to ask. “Maybe um, I could take you out sometime,” he offered, a blush coating from the back of his neck all the way up to his ears. You made him nervous without even trying, and you weren’t much better yourself sitting on that stool across from him, fiddling with your fingers as you tried to calm your pounding heart.
summary: pot-valiant, definition; bold or courageous under the influence of alcoholic drink
warnings: drinking, swearing, smut, dom!tom
words: 4.3k
a/n: i did it!!! bartender!tom was always present in my mind and after that picture (thanks paddy!!) i couldn’t help myself ;))) i hope you guys like this and please let me know what you think <3 enjoy!!
Two weeks, three days, 5 hours, and 22 seconds. That was the time your best friend Briana gave you to mourn your last failed relationship. Once that time had passed, she broke into your house, made you take a much necessary shower, forcing you to shave and wash your hair, while she took care of the mess that was your house. Plastic food containers and cans of beer and Coca-Cola littered both the kitchen and the living room floor, making the house smell like a garbage can.
“Glad to see you’re still alive!” Briana cheered after you got out of the shower, wearing your fluffy robe. “I am but barely. Wow, what did you do to my house?” You asked, being met with a completely different scenario from the one you left.
“I just put out the trash, y/n! Something you should have done before.” Briana scolded you, making you roll your eyes. “Should have waited and put me out too, since I feel like trash!” You groaned, flopping down on your sofa.
“Hey, no, no, no! Get up, y/n! We’re going out!” Your best friend announced, before trying to make you stand. “Noooo, please, Bri! I’ll do anything you want, but that!” You pleaded, but it was of no use. “I don’t wanna hear it, y/n! I didn’t come here to clean your house, I came to take you out of here and that’s what I’m gonna do.” Briana stated, taking your hands.
“Bri, I love you, but please let me stay just a little longer, I’m not ready for the outside world yet.” You groaned, trying your best to convince your best friend. “y/n, I love you too, that’s why I’m here! I can’t stand seeing you like this anymore! Yeah, what Tyler did to you was fucked up, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop living your life because of it.” Briana exclaimed.
“I know, Bri! I know! It’s just… hard for me to wrap my head around the fact he ditched me after all this time and that I’m single now.” You sighed, starting to feel emotional. At that, Briana pulled you closer and wrapped her arms around you, engulfing you in one of her best hugs. “I’m sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean to make you cry again.” Bri apologized, making you chuckle through your tears. “It’s okay, Bri! It’s not your fault, really. I’m just… a mess!” You laughed, drying your face with the robe sleeves.
“One drink. We get one drink and if you still don’t wanna stay after that, we leave. I promise!” Your friend offered, with hopeful eyes. “Fine! One drink!” You sighed, to which she squealed. “Yes! Thank you, y/n! You’re not gonna regret it! I’ve found this new club, it opened just a couple of weeks ago. You’re gonna love it!” She grinned. “Now, go put on your best outfit, we’re going out!” Briana squealed, making you laugh at her excitement.
About an hour later and after a whole lot of makeup and trying on clothes, Briana finally decided you were done with what she called: a Cinderella transformation. Of course, you laughed at her choice of words, and to irritate your friend, even more, you asked if you also should be back at midnight. She gave you the middle finger, before giving up and joining you in laughter.
After a quick cab ride, that could be done by feet, not with the heels you two were wearing though, you and Briana were at the new club she talked about. Once inside, you had to admit your best friend was right. The place looked like a mix of everything you enjoyed, the walls were coated in a beautiful shade of red, while the lounge area was filled with dark green sofas. Different from the other places you had been to, the bar on this one was positioned right in the middle, with bar stools in that same dark green velvet texture, rounding the space. The dim light that filled the space gave a mysterious/sensual vibe, something you were also a fan of.
Briana immediately dragged you to the bar, waiting patiently for one of the many bartenders. While she made her request, you took the time to scan the place, noting some artsy bits that complemented the space. “What can I get you?” A smooth masculine voice took you out of your daze, making you avert your attention to him. Right in front of you, a gorgeous boy with hazel eyes and chocolatey brown curls grinned at you, waiting for your answer. What was even the question?
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” You apologized, making his smile grow even more. “I asked what can I get you tonight, darling?” He asked, making you smile with the nickname. “Oh, uh… a daiquiri, please!” You finally said, not being able to avert his gaze. “Good choice! I’ll be right back, girls!” He smirked, before going to the enormous wall of beverages behind him.
Once he was out of earshot, Briana lightly kicked your bare leg, getting your attention. “Isn’t he hot?” She mouthed, making you roll your eyes. “Really, Bri? Already?” Shaking your head, you went back to looking at your surroundings. “Oh, c’mon y/n! A woman has to eat!” Briana joked, making you both burst out laughing.
Seconds later, hot guy was back, this time with two cocktail shakers in his hands. Like every bartender in the world, he made his presentation while pouring the ingredients into the containers, making sure to really flex his arms while shaking it. Not that you noticed.
With two glasses in front of you, he poured the drinks in, doing the finishing touches before serving them to you. “Two pretty drinks for two pretty ladies, enjoy!” He smirked, before going back to his business. “Oh God, he only gets better!” Briana jokingly fanned herself, making you laugh. “He’s just doing his job, Bri! How many times do you think he used that one?” You asked your friend, who rolled her eyes at you. “You’re no fun!” She groaned, putting her tongue out.
Briana was only halfway through her Cosmopolitan when one of her favorite songs started to play. She made everything in her power to make you go with her but you denied her offer, stating you were fine watching her from the bar. With her drink in her hands, she made her way into the dance floor, purposely shaking her booty at you, which made you laugh and almost choke on your barely touched drink.
“Not into dancing?” The same voice from minutes ago asked, startling you. “Oh, no! Not today, at least!” You shrugged, offering him a smile. “So, what brought you and your friend here? I’m Tom, by the way!” He asked, cleaning the surface in front of him, making the watch he wore catch the fluorescent lights of the club. “y/n! And to be honest, she dragged me here.” You told him, giving into their usual small talks. “Wanna talk about it? I’m a pretty damn good listener!” He offered you with a smile.
You took a deep breath, asking yourself if it was really a good idea to share a part of your life with a stranger, and since you weren’t going to step foot on the dance floor, you thought this was the next most reasonable thing to do. Right? “Well, I was into a two-year relationship that ended a couple of weeks ago, and apparently staying inside your house, eating takeout food, and crying over stupid romantic movies is not a very healthy thing to do, so today she went to my house and here I am.” You smiled, taking a sip of your drink.
Once you looked at Tom, he gave you a pitiful look, to which you shrugged. “That’s not even the worst part though.” You said, the alcohol in your system already making the choices for you. “Instead of calling me or sending me a text asking to talk, you know, like a normal person, he invited me to his parents’ tenth-anniversary party and broke up with me in front of his whole family, claiming I wasn’t what he wanted in a relationship anymore.” With a raise of your glass, you finished your sad story, downing the rest of your daiquiri.
“Damn, what a dick!” Tom breathed after a couple of seconds, making you chuckle. “Oh, well! Cheers to single life, I guess…” You said, raising your now empty glass. “Need a refill?” He asked, pointing to the glass on your hands. “Please!” You huffed, before thanking him. “What will it be now?” Tom smirked, seeing your thinky face. “I don’t know, something strong.” He nodded, giving you two thumbs-ups, before going back to the wall to collect the ingredients.
Once the song ended, Briana came back to you and you two chatted until Tom came back with your drink, waiting for your approval. “It’s good! I like it! Thanks, Tom!” You smiled, locking eyes with him. “Do you want a refill too, darling?” He asked Briana, to which she said a beer would be fine. Once he was off, you felt your best friend's eyes burning a hole in your skull. “What?” You asked, impatiently. “We’re already on a name basis then?” Briana smirked, making you roll your eyes at her. “Yeah, I mean, he introduced himself, what did you want me to do?” You snapped and that was enough to her smirk double in size. “Okay, girl! You sure you don’t want to go home then?” She asked you for what felt like the fifth time. “Yes, Bri! I’m good! I promise!” You assured your best friend before she once again was off to the dance floor.
You quietly took sips of your new strawberry drink, watching from afar as your friend seemed to get her eyes on a specific guy for the night. She gave you a wink, making you roll your eyes at her antics. “She seems to be enjoying herself.” You heard Tom’s voice, turning the barstool to find him looking at you. “Yeah, she always does!” You agreed, taking another sip of your drink. “So, you’re from here?” He asked, sounding interested. “Yeah, I’m a local! You?” You said, raising your brows. “Same!” He smiled, going right to the next question.
The conversation kept going for most of the night, Tom attended some clients, while you took sips of your drinks, and once he was free, he was right back at you with another round of questions. Seeing as Briana wasn’t by your side anymore, you welcomed his company, glad at least this way you wouldn’t be left alone. “Museologist? I’ve never heard that before!” He grinned, making you chuckle. “Yeah, it’s not very common. Basically what I do is investigate and preserve material cultural stuff, like paintings, sculptures or constructions and immaterial, such as traditions and folklore.” You answered and Tom couldn’t help but find adorable the way your eyes lit up while you talked.
Briana came back after a couple more songs, sitting by your side and asking Tom another beer. “So, found your prey?” You joked, making her laugh. “Actually, I did! See that blonde? With the samurai bun?” She pointed and you nodded once your eyes landed on him. “Nice, Bri!” You complemented, giving her a playful high five. “Right? And he’s so sweet and smart and funny! He even asked me if I wanted to go to his house.” She blurted, seemingly disappointed. “And?” You asked, not getting why she reacted that way. “Oh, no! I’m not leaving you. I dragged you here so I’m taking you home.” Briana exclaimed, to which you rolled your eyes. “Bri, I’m totally able to call a cab and go home by myself. I’m fine, I promise! You can go with Mr. Samurai bun if you want.” You assured her, seeing her eyes widen. “No, y/n/n! I promised you!” She protested, making you groan. “I’m fine, Bri! Go with him!” Once again, you insisted. “Are you sure?” She asked and you had to laugh at her. “I’m not a child, Bri! Now go, he’s not going to wait all night!” You teased, getting a hug and a kiss on the cheek from your friend before she was off.
“Lost your friend?” Tom asked once he was back from his bartender duties. “Yeah, it's just me now and I think I’ll actually call it a night and go home.” You told him, making him frown. “Hey, not to sound creepy or anything but are you going by yourself? Because that’s not very safe and my shift ends in like ten minutes. If you want, I can accompany you.” With hopeful eyes, the boy in front of you smiled, making your heart flutter just a tiny bit. You thought about leaving a stranger accompanied you home, you really did, but something in your gut told you it was fine, Tom was a good guy and would never do anything to harm you. So, you went with it. “Yeah, that would be great, actually.” You smiled and ten minutes later, you were both leaving the club, at 3:30 in the morning.
Tom offered to call a cab but seeing as your house was only a few minutes away, you asked if it was okay for him that you guys walked. He agreed and with the moon illuminating your steps, the pair of you made your way into the almost silent streets. You guys kept talking and occasionally your hands would brush on one another, which caused little butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Once in front of your apartment building, you stopped, having no idea what to do next, since you were in a relationship for the last two years.
“It was nice meeting and talking to you, Tom!” You said, opting for the easiest way out. “Yeah, the feeling is mutual, y/n!” He answered, stuffing both of his hands in his pockets. “Thank you for… listening.” You mumbled, making him chuckle. “Of course! Whenever you need!” He smiled, not moving a muscle. “I’ll see you around, then. Bye!” With a little wave of your hand, you made your way to the door, while Tom watched you from his place. “Sure! Bye, y/n!” He exclaimed, making you smile, finally entering the building.
That’s how you found yourself going back to that same club every Friday, getting a couple of drinks while talking to Tom, then being escorted home by him. You had been doing this for almost a month now and Briana was starting to get suspicious. It was Friday again and she had just called you while you finished getting ready. “So, any plans for tonight?” She asked, already predicting your answer. “Not really, just gonna get some drinks and head home.” You said while clasping your black sandals. “Tom’s gonna bring you home again?” You sighed, already knowing where this conversation was heading. “I don’t know, Bri! If he wants to.” You looked in the mirror for the last time, before taking your bag and heading out. Once Briana finally hung up, you threw your phone into your purse, getting into the cab.
The routine was the same, you got in, spotted Tom, sat in one of the many barstools, and waited for him to approach you. “What can I get this beautiful lady today?” He joked, a smile wide on his face. Today he was wearing a simple black shirt, tight around his muscles, the watch still sat proudly on his wrist, and his curls were a little bit messier than most days. “You know you don’t have to waste your pickup lines with me, Tom.” You smiled, watching his reaction. “Okay then, what can I get this grumpy old lady today?” He smirked, making you chuckle. “A Sex On The Beach, please?!” You grinned and after a quick wink, he was off.
The rest of the night passed like magic, you didn’t even see the time pass and once you took a look at your phone, you saw that it was almost time for Tom’s shift to end, which meant it was time to head home. The chilly London air hit as soon as you stepped out of the club, making you shiver, seeing as you were only in a dress. Like the gentleman he was, Tom took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, and although you protested, saying he was going to catch a cold, he assured you he was fine with his shirt.
You didn’t know what you were thinking when the words “Do you wanna come inside?” came out of your mouth but now was definitely too late to take them back. “Oh, yeah! Sure!” Tom agreed, making you smile. The short lift ride was awkward and once you walked into your apartment, the feeling only grew. Tom stayed pretty close to the door, with both of his hands in his pockets, while you put your purse away and turned on the lights. “Welcome and sorry for the mess.” You said, going back to the living room. Tom just smiled, before saying, “You call this messy? You should see my house!” You both laughed and the tension was back in the air. “Do you want anything? Water, wine, beer?” You offered, taking off your shoes and his jacket, putting the both away. “Water would be good.” He said and you quickly made your way to the kitchen, shaking your head to try and get rid of some very intrusive thoughts.
“Thanks!” He smiled, taking the glass from your hands, while your eyes kept focused on his arm and the prominent veins and the way his shirt was almost being ripped by his bicep. “y/n? You here?” Tom’s voice brought you back, making your face grow hot with the knowledge you got caught. “Yes, sorry!” You apologized, watching as his smirk grew in size. He placed the cup on the small table by your door, before taking a couple of steps closer. Slowly, as if testing the waters, he put his hands on your hips, leaning the smallest bit in, not taking that stupid smirk off of his face.
His smell was intoxicating, the mixture of alcohol and mint was definitely making your mind clouded. “Tom…” You whispered once he was only centimeters away from you. “What is it, y/n?” He asked, looking between your eyes and your lips. “Kiss me!” You almost pleaded, his smirk the last thing you saw before his lips were crashing into yours. The feeling was new, you hadn’t kissed anyone since your ex-boyfriend and you couldn’t help but compare them. Tom’s was so much better though, his lips could be thin but they held so much power on them, his mouth worked like magic against yours, and before you knew he was pulling away, completely breathless. The pause didn’t last long though, he looked so good with his lips plumped, the tiniest of the smirks still proudly on them, you just couldn’t help yourself and launched yourself at him.
You backed him against the wall, moaning when you felt his tongue entering your mouth. Tom placed both of his hands on your ass, squeezing it before asking, “Bedroom?” Without breaking the kiss, you pointed in the direction of your room and before you knew it, he was carrying you in his arms. You squealed, wrapping your legs around his torso, before going back to his lips. He placed you on the bed, making a trail of kisses from your neck, all the way to your stomach. Once he positioned himself between your tights, he looked at you with his bright brown eyes, asking if he could take your dress off. You nodded and after a little bit of a struggle, he took the thin material out of your body, leaving you in just a pair of white underwear. “You’re so beautiful!” He whispered, going back to your lips and attacking them with kisses. “Tom, please…” You moaned, growing even more eager to feel him. “What do you want, darling?” He smirked, loving seeing you like that. “You, I want you!” With a shake on your voice, you pleaded and he finally took the clue and went to work.
After another confirmation from you, he discarded your panties, tracing his fingers through your now soaked folds. “You look amazing, y/n!” Tom breathed before going straight to your core. You let out a moan as soon as his lips touched you, making your whole body shake with pleasure. “And tastes amazing too!” He purred, focusing on his task. Your moans only grew louder when he pushed two of his slender fingers on your heat. “Fuck, Tom! Feels so good!” You blurted, not being able to control yourself. “That’s it, baby! I can feel your walls clenching around my fingers. Tell me how much do you wanna cum.” Tom whispered, making you clench even more, only by his words. “Wanna cum, Tom! Please…” You were never this talkative in bed and not once has a guy been this dominant with you but you couldn’t say you weren’t enjoying it. “Cum for me, baby! Wanna hear you scream my name!” He mumbled and finally lost control. Your whole body shook with pleasure and you had to contain yourself from closing your thighs around Tom’s head.
Once you came back from your high, you opened your eyes to find Tom already looking at you, with some of your wetness still glistening on his chin. “You alright?” He asked, concern coating his words. “Yeah!” You smiled, before going back to his lips. With a quick move, you straddled him, helping him take off his shirt, letting his chest perfectly exposed for you. You lowered yourself, leaving a trail of kisses on his jaw, neck, collarbones, chest, each one of his abs, and finally, his perfectly sculpted v line. “Are you sure? You don’t have to, I’ll be perfectly fine by just giving...” You interrupted his mumbling by attaching your lips to his, hoping it would be his answer.
With the rest of his clothes discarded, you couldn’t help but admire his body. He was perfect. Sculpted by the gods, even. After wetting your hands, you took his cock, pumping a few times before attaching your lips to it. You twirled your tongue, tasting his precum, feeling him grow harder and harder on your hands. “Holy shit, you feel so good, y/n!” His words of encouragement were enough for you to start moving your head up and down, taking his member into your mouth inch by inch, until he was bucking his hips. “Fuck! You’re bloody amazing, darling!” He praised, while making direct eye contact with you, “But if you want more, you better stop before I coat your throat with my cum.” You had to admit, his dirty talk was doing something to you.
Releasing his cock with a loud pop, you climbed on top of him, kissing his lips. “Do you have a condom?” He asked between kisses. “Bedside table, first draw.” You answered and after a loud smack on your ass, you got off of him, both of you wearing playful smiles on your faces. Tom opened the foil package and rolled the material into his member, positioning himself at your entrance. “You sure you wanna do this?” He asked, making sure you wanted this as much as he did. “Yes, Tom! I want you to fuck me!” You said, kissing his lips.
With both of his hands on your hips and a huge smirk on his face, he pushed himself into you, making you moan. It took you a few seconds to get used to him and once you nodded, Tom started to move, bringing another level of pleasure to your body. “Fuck! You’re so tight around me, y/n!” He whispered, biting your earlobe. “Tom, fuck me harder!” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to be railed by him. That seemed to take Tom by surprise but he was quick to obey your wish, thrusting harder and harder into your soaking wet core. “You look so beautiful like that, all sweaty, begging me for more!” He kept praising you, feeling how much you liked when he did.
With both of his arms by your head, he caged you, tattooing your face with kisses. “Feel so good, Tom! Please, make me cum!” You mumbled, by now barely able to form sentences. Tom was quick to obey and once his fingers found your clit, rubbing small circles in it, you were gone. Toes curling, you arched your back, getting a handful of the mattress in one hand while the other scratched Tom’s back. “Fuck, y/n!” With a final thrust of his hips, Tom reached his high, moaning your name like it was the most beautiful prayer.
He collapsed on top of you, leaving a long kiss on your lips, before getting up and tossing the condom on the trash. You went to the bathroom to clean yourself up, seeing as you were too tired to take a shower, and asked him if he wanted that too. He agreed and once you were decent enough, you put on clean panties and his discarded shirt, asking him to join you on the bed. Of course, he accepted, he wasn’t planning to go anywhere either so, after putting his boxers back on, he climbed on the bed with you.
You quickly doze off but right before you did, you admitted to yourself that, like most of the time, Briana was right, and going to that new club wasn’t a bad idea after all.
‘Tom Hiddleston has opinions - opinions about Pimm’s. It has to be made with ginger ale. Controversial, but I think accurate… Cucumber is essential. Slices of cucumber, fresh strawberries, lemon, mint… But if you’ve made fruit salad for breakfast, with bananas and kiwis, maybe don’t throw them in the Pimm’s.’
