Sooo, I haven't posted anything in months, and I'm so sorry lol. I've just really not been motivated to write at all. It's like whenever Tom goes MIA I get writer's block lmao !! Anyway, here's this little blurb I wrote months ago and forgot about, it's not much but I hope you like it mwua mwua xx
Warnings: Just fluff, fluff, fluff + Tom and reader are gross (they're too in love with each other istg), I'm not a native speaker, so typos.
wc: +600
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"You know, I never thought we'd end up like this." Tom said one day, while he was brushing his teeth and you were reading in bed.
"How do you mean?"
"Like, together. Romantically." He tried to say, nearly spitting all the toothpaste foam in his mouth.
"Really?" You said, and he nodded. "That's funny." A laugh escaped your lips and Tom tilted his head.
"What – are you laughing?" He asked, still confused. Tom spit the toothpaste and washed out his mouth with water.
You just smiled, cuddling further amongst all the cushions and thinking of the early days of your friendship.
"I actually fantasized about us all the time. I was so in love with you." You confessed, and it was his turn to be surprised. "But I never did anything about it because I thought that after filming you'd stay out of touch and we'd never speak again."
"Oh, wow. Glad to see you had faith in us since the very beginning." He mused, finally making his way to the bed. As soon as he got under the covers, your limbs were entangled and he planted a kiss on your cheek "Thank God we made it."
"Yes, thank God. Or maybe thank me for keeping the spark alive while you spent months out in other countries at the very beginning of our relationship." You said with a little smirk, as he gasped dramatically.
"I beg your pardon? Who was the one that sent the other flowers every single Friday? Or the one that paid off his brother so that you could have your favorite meals everyday? Yeah, I didn't think so."
"Oh, poor Sam."
"Poor me. I spent over two thousand pounds for that twat to make you all that food."
"Wha– Two thousand!? Thomas Stanley Holland!" You gasped, hitting his arm playfully.
"Oh God, not the full name." He pretended to be scared but chuckled nonetheless.
"Why on Earth would you spend so much money?"
"I love spoiling you darling, you know that already." Tom smiled with a wink, before a happy grin was plastered on his face "Anyway… Did you know there's only two hundred and twenty-seven days left for you to be my wife?"
You giggled as you hugged him tighter, his hands on your waist as he simply stared at you, eyes filled with adoration. "Can't believe you are counting the days."
"How could I not be, my love. I am so excited for us to get married." Before you could even think of replying, he kissed your lips softly, with the same gleam in his eyes that was present the day he asked you to be his.
"I love you so very much." You whispered, him pecking your lips once more to let you know he feels just the same way.
"And, it's not the only reason, but once we get married we are actually a hundred percent free to make babies, and to be honest, I'm down for doing that without – ow!" You slapped his bicep as you shook your head with disapproval.
"Can't believe your only motive behind asking me to marry you was to get me pregnant."
"Did not say that! I emphasized the fact that it's not the only reason."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Holland. Just shut it already." You tapped his cheek before snuggling back on his chest.
"Aye aye Mrs. Holland."
"Not yet babe."
"Can't wait till you are."
You feel so much love for this man sometimes you wonder if you're going insane. Is it really considered medically normal to feel your heart swell as much as it does every day? You swear, there's no way you'll get tired of him.
He's your best friend, the love of your life, and everything you'll ever wish for.
I've got four half written tom fics in my draft. don't remember writing them but they sure are there. don't know if I'm bothered to finish them. what if I post a sneak speak of some maybe that'll get me motivated. maybe not. we shall see.
This could be so good with Tom. Imagine you’re shopping with the boys as well 🤍
stop 😭 😭 he’d get so flustered bye
( for those of u who don’t wanna watch the tiktok, it’s captioned “when your boyfriend wears sweats to target so you try to get him hard at every chance u get” )
(that being said, this is a warning for major boners & boner related talks, lol)
wc: 1.3k
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A quick trip to the supermarket meant neither you nor Tom (or any of the other boys, for that matter) bothered with changing into appropriate clothes. You basically went in your pajamas — for you, that meant Tom’s hoodie and flannel pants. For Tom, however, that meant his favorite jumper, a beanie, and a sexy pair of grey sweatpants.
Tom sits beside you in the driver’s seat, once again debating with Harry if the house needs another set of ridiculous pots for the backyard garden. It’s been an ongoing debate of “we need fairy-themed ones!” to “the ones we have are perfectly fine!” You’re not sure if you should get involved at all.
A buzz in your pocket alerts you that someone must have texted you, so you pull your phone out. In a text, your friend had sent you a TikTok and added her own message.
aisha: this is so something u would do
Intrigued, you tap on the link. It successfully takes you to the app, and after impatiently waiting, you watch as the girl in the video teases her boyfriend in various places in the supermarket. You smirk to yourself, glancing up to make sure nobody else has managed to see what you’re viewing on your phone. Quickly, you save the video and text your friend back.
you: im so doing this. we’re heading to the store now. i’ll update with the vid soon.
Not a second later, she responds.
aisha: you’re evil.
aisha: and i envy you
The next ten minutes go by in a blur. You figure out how to format the video and, after brief bickering between Sam and Harrison about who gets to sit in the cart, the six of you pile into the store.
You head to the produce section first. (You’re not sure why. Every single time, you tell them the delicate vegetables should be piled on top of everything else, meaning you attend to this section of the store last. It seems like nobody else cares about squished tomatoes, though.)
The boys split up; Harry and Tuwaine team up on the broccoli section, managing to get the gross Brussel sprouts Tom loves more than you. Harrison goes off towards the fruits and Sam stays put in the cart.
Tom manages to take control of where the cart is going and he parks in front of the barrel of onions. Sam holds open the bag while Tom picks and chooses the ones he wants. Pondering how to go about this, you finally decide to just go for it.
“Don’t get that one,” you interject, stepping forward. “Get this one, and the one over there.”
Tom nods, not thinking much about the situation. You decide to keep moving forward, but instead of going around the cart, you squeeze yourself in between the shelves and Tom, successfully rubbing up against his crotch. Faintly, you hear his breath hitch, and after walking away, you quickly turn around to see Tom. You’ve ducked from his view, but he’s staring at where you just were, exhaling deeply and trying to maintain his composure.
You know this “look” better than anything. Quickly, you whip out your phone and begin recording the first part of your TikTok. You snicker to yourself, watching as Tom sets the bag of onions in the cart and quickly puts his hands in front of his crotch. You’re knee-deep in your own laughter when Harry and Tuwaine curiously come up to you.
Hastily, you shut your phone off and shove it in your pocket, standing up straight and acting as normal as possible.
“What was-”
“Nothing. Did you guys get the lettuce?”
“Yeah…” Harry trails off suspiciously. They decide to let it slide, and the three of you make your way back over to the cart.
“We done here?” Tuwaine asks. Murmured yes’s float around and the six of you leave the produce section and head off to the pharmacy section of the store.
“Do we need more toothpaste?”
“No, but we need more floss.”
“Ugh. Mouth stuff,” Harry groans.
You step closer to Tom, phone in hand, and you lean close to his ear. “Maybe we could do some mouth stuff later.” You whisper.
Tom’s eyes go wide and he looks at you in shock. You wear a proud smirk and grip your phone tighter, leaning close to him again and getting ready to record his reaction. “Y’know? Maybe I could suck your-”
“Stop it, Y/N,” he says firmly, eyeing you. You shrug in response, still wearing a proud smirk.
“What?” You say innocently.
Tom gets desperate and, after a few seconds, puts his hands on his knees for support — and paints it as if he’s leaning down to look for something on the shelf.
“Tom, mate, you good?” Harrison asks.
Tom looks up, exhales harshly, and nods. “Yep,” he stands, waddling off to another part of the aisle where you record, away from everyone else.
“What are you doing?” he whisper-shouts at you, still somewhat leaning on his knees.
“Nothing, daddy,” you say innocently. His eyes widen and he groans again, this time looking up at the ceiling in despair.
“Whatever game you two are playing, I really don’t want to be a part of it.” Harrison strides over.
“Yeah, you two have been acting weird all day. What’s up with that?” Sam asks.
You turn to Tom, teasingly clicking your tongue as a motivator for him to respond. “Yeah, Tommy. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” he says through clenched teeth and a forced smile.
Harry rolls his eyes and moves the cart to the next aisle, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. You and Tom linger a little longer.
“What’s on your mind, Tommy?”
“Nothing,” he seethes, leaning over again to conceal any bulge that may be visible.
“Oh yeah,” you stroke his cheek with a giggle before running a hand through his curls. “What’s going through that big brain of yours?” He only eyes you, and you bite your lip. “Something dirty?” You whisper.
“Y/N,” he drags on, whining.
“What?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” He squeezes his eyes shut.
“What?” You whisper back. “It’s not my fault you’re thinking of fucking me.”
“Jesus Christ love,” he goes back into his leaning position. You giggle again, being another recording for your tiktok.
“Shouldn’t have worn sweats,” you say quietly. “Why did you wear sweats?”
“Because I’m stupid,” he groans an “ugh,” and wipes the sweat off his forehead. “I’m a div, that’s why.”
You chuckle again, “Yeah, you are.”
“You’re evil,” he looks up. “And you’re recording this! I can’t believe you.”
“What?” You tease. “Not my fault you’re hard.”
“Yes it is!” he gasps, locking eyes with you. “Is that why you’re teasing me? Is this another one of those tickey clock things?”
“What?” You laugh in bewilderment, looking at your boyfriend as if he’s crazy.
“You know what I mean! Those- those prank your boyfriend videos!”
“...Yes…”
“Y/N!”
“Sorry!” You exclaim with a smile. “It’s just fun to see you all flustered for me,” you run a hand through his hair, and he eventually stands straight, successfully calming himself down. “You good?”
“Mhm,” he nods at you, reaching for one of your hands.
“Good,” you smile with a glint he almost recognizes.
summary: you’re an artist, new to town and looking for a place to stay. tom’s old roommate left him with a chunk of the rent to pay for, and gives you the offer. you become roommates, but as time progresses, you feel yourself start to trip and fall, and it seems like there’s no safety net under you… unless he catches you.
warnings: roommate!au, bestie!tom, musician!reader, fluff, language, and cute little moments.
wc: short but sweet 1k
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you woke up in the morning to someone jumping on you, making you jump awake. the boy laughed, and you groaned into your pillow, knowing it was tom.
“rise and shine, darling.”
you groaned again, not wanting to move,”no.”
“oh c’mon, y/n!” he chuckled again,”get up and get out there and make it your day.”
“you sound like a motivational quote on pinterest.”
he sighed,”guess you’re not getting donuts then.”
you lifted your head up and opened one eye,”hmm?”
“oh now you’re up?”
“you mentioned donuts.” you laid back down on your pillow, still looking at him.
it had been almost a year since you moved in with the boys, looking for a place to stay and tom was looking to split the rent with someone since the last person walked out on them. when you offered, he was glad to help you.
“yeah, got you strawberry,” he hit your leg and you smiled, thinking about how he remembered it was your favorite,”if you don’t hurry i’m gonna eat it.”
you sat up,”you wouldn’t.”
he smirked and said, cockily,”try me.” and with that he was opening your door. you jumped up out of the bed, following him down the hall way as you chased after him.
“thomas stanley holland! i’m gonna kill you!”
he laughed loudly and the boys all watched as you jumped on his back, him being quick enough to catch you before he was able to get the donut off the counter.
“here, here,” he said, letting you down before handing you the donut,”was just tryna get you out of bed.”
you rolled your eyes and took a seat next to harry, looking at whatever the boys decided to watch on tv.
“what’s everyone’s plans for the day?” harrison asked and you shrugged.
“ill be here, working on shit i wrote last night.”
“we’re going to the gym in a bit,” tom motioned to the 4 of them,”wanna come?”
you shook your head,”i’m good, i just want to get this idea out of my head before i forget it.”
everyone nodded at your statement, knowing how you get when you have an idea in your head.
you had a small following on your socials being you were a solo artist. no record label, no producer, no writers, nothing. just you, your voice, your journal, and your talent. and you didn’t mind it that way. it felt more like a hobby than a job that way.
after you all got done breakfast and conversing about your day, you made it back to your room and sat down at your desk. you put your headphones on and started writing in your journal, your handwriting a bit messy from writing fast so it didn’t leave your head.
“i just wanna have a good day”
meditation at 1:30
“good karma my aesthetic”
manifestation
“im attractive
i get everything i want because i attract it”
“i don’t wanna waist your time with some dumb shit, password to your phone you could miss me with that shit”
you remembered you had an unfinished file and clicked on it, listening to the best before starting to sing the lyrics you wrote down. you nodded your head along to the beat, humming softly to yourself. you didn’t hear the footsteps approach your door, the knock, or the opening of your door as you got too lost in what you were doing. it wasn’t until someone tapped your shoulder that you realized you weren’t alone.
you jumped, ripping off the headphones,”jesus christ, holland.”
you looked at tom as he chuckled,”i was just seeing if you were busy.”
“kind of, wait,” you passed him a pair of headphones,”listen.”
he sat down next to you, pulling the other chair over as you played the beat. he nodded and you smiled, grabbing the mic and starting to sing one of the lyrics.
“just like magic, i’m attractive,” you smiled,”i get everything i want cause i attract it.”
he nodded and smiled softly over at you,”sounds fuckin incredible.”
you paused the music coming from the headphones,”thank you.”
he nodded,”i can’t wait to hear it when you add more to it.”
you smiled softly at him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear,”did you wanna ask something earlier?”
“oh, yeah!” he chuckled,”yeah, uh, we’re going out with some friends later tonight and wanted to see if you cared to join. just a few drinks and a pub quiz downtown.”
you smiled,”sounds fun.”
“it’s marvel themed.”
“of course it is,” you laughed,”what time?”
“like 7:30-ish,” he said,”starts at 8.”
“okay awesome,” you said and he nodded handing you the headphones back before spinning in the chair,”ever heard back from that girl?”
he shook his head,”nah, she’s not really my type anyway.”
“well, what’s your type, tom?” you chuckled, looking back at your monitor. he stared at you for a second before shifting his eyes on something else.
“not sure,” he said,”the nice ones. that girl was kinda a dick to you.”
you snorted,”yeah, aren’t they all, though?”
“yeah, but she thought we were low-key sleeping with each other.” he said.
you almost choked as you turned to look at him, a smile on his face, both of you knowing that’s ridiculous,”thats the funniest thing i’ve ever heard in my life.”
he rolled his eyes,”you act like you don’t wanna take a ride on the tom train.”
you raised and eyebrow, but inside your heart skipped a beat as he motioned to himself, leaning back in the office chair.
in all honesty, tom was attractive. you always found him attractive. but he was your friend. your roommate. that’s not how things work.
damn you, holland.
“no thank you.” you chuckled, lying to him and mostly to yourself.
“well,” he chuckled,”you have fun with your little music thing, i’m gonna go do manly things.”
you laughed,”you do that.”
“don’t forget, leaving at 7:30.”
“yep, gotcha.”
he walked out the room, closing the door behind him as you kept busy, thinking in your head whether or not it would be such a bad idea to admit to yourself that you were catching feelings for your roommate.
Request: Tom being SUUUCH A DIRTY TALKER the first time him and the reader fuck. And bonus points if their best friends and Tom just confessed, leading up to him being such a sweet dirty talker as he fucks the reader slow and good
First your helping him set up the party with the guys
Then your placing all the drinks in the fridge
Then you were talking in his room
Then he, he—you know—said it
And you bolted
It’s not your fault!!! what was he expecting! Your best fucking friend told you that he likes you more than a best fucking friend!
You rubbed your face, as you groaned into the couch. What made it ten times worse is you can hear your roommate fucking in her room.
Life’s great!
You finally decided to get up and shower. You didn’t bother looking at your phone. And soon your earphones were on and you were sleeping.
— two days later (Halloween) —
You haven’t talked to him in two days. two fucking days. Why? Well maybe because your confused. Your confused because you weren’t mad. Your confused because he’s your best friend. Your confused because….because….beca—
“You coming?” Riley called from the kicthen, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Y-Yea, just taking a piss!” You yelled from the bathroom. Finishing up and flushing the toilet.
You washed your hands, not really taking a glance at yourself. Dressing up wasn’t your thing, costumes weren’t your thing. Basically anything that had to do with effort and looking decent wasnt your thing. And everyone knows that.
“I really thought you were gonan dress up this year.” Riley said as she picked up her jacket.
“I did dress up.” You said, making her scoff, and look over you.
“Please tell me.” She said, making you smile, and twirl.
“Well as you can see, I’m a tourist in Hawaii.” You said making Riley chuckle. It wasn’t that you looked bad, you looked perfectly fine so she just shrugged, letting you wear your army shorts, black bra and unbuttoned yellow Hawaiian shirt. You quickly slipped on your socks as they reached your chins, then tied your converse and you were both out.
“This won’t be awkward right?” Riley said as you both neared the house.
“Nope , not at all.” You lied, Riley nodding.
“Kay good cuz I don’t think I can take your ass back home cuz I’ll probably be fuckin somewhere.” She said, making you hum and nod. It wasn’t anything knew, Riley use to be in a sorority, she obviously quit cuz the girls thought of her as a hoe. Even though all of them are, she just showed it too much. And she knew she was a hoe but she’s okay with that, and she looked good in her devils costume.
And so, you both stepped in to the frat house.
Aka Tom Holland’s frat house.
Aka your best friend, Tom Holland, who’s leaning against the wall shirtless with red suspenders holding up his loose firefighter pants. You quickly brought your hand up to your face making a beeline to the opposite side of the house. You knew all the ins and outs of the house, honestly the guys saw you as part of the frat cuz of how often you spend your time here. And you would too. But you’d never live in a house with sex crazed guys, even though most of them are sweethearts, they also like getting their dicks wet.
Tom was standing in the best spot. Why? Well because he had a perfect view of the front entrance and back entrance. And his eyes quickly fell on you as you walked in. His cheeks heating up quickly, his eyes looking over you with a smile, biting his lip when he noticed your unbuttoned shirt—but then you locked eyes with him and were swerving away.
“Y/n/n!” Tom shouted only causing you to duck down, and crawl until you were hiding under a table. “Y/n/n?” You closed your eyes hearing your name again. “Y/n/n.” And you didn’t have to open your eyes to know he found you. “You can’t ignore me.” He said kneeling by the table, looking at you.
You opened your eyes, squinting slightly as you gave him a crooked smile, making him smile. “I didn’t hear you.” You said, looking eyes with your best friend.
“Can we talk?” He said, speaking loudly so you can hear him over the music.
“I’m really lovin the party, didn’t even get a drink yet.” You said making Tom clench his jaw slightly.
“Y/n/n.” He pressed—
“I love the decorations, all the joker and It stuff, pretty dope.” You said only causing Tom to bite his bottom lip.
“Y/n/n, please get your ass up before I throw you over my shoulder and take you myself.” He said making you look anywhere but him. “Fine.” And so his hands came under your knees, pulling you forward, before he was lifting you over his shoulder and standing up.
“Woah!” You yelled at how fast that happened. Tom ignored everyone cheering and yelling Tom to smack your ass. You managed to steal a beer from Harrison, as Tom took you upstairs and into his room.
He put you down, before taking a few steps back watching you drink the beer looking around the room avoiding his eyes.
“Is there somethin new? I feel like you added something from the last time I was here—wait those are new bedsheets—“
“There the same ones.” Tom interrupted.
“Really cuz I fe—“
“Stop.” Tom snapped. “Fucking stop with all this bullshit small talk shit. Your my best friend and I’m sorry I made things awkward. I’m sorry. I-I just couldn’t hold it any longer and I needed to get it out. But I don’t wanna loose you y/n/n. I said something because I don’t wanna lie to you anymore and you’ve been asking me why I have so much fucking sex—well that’s cuz of you! your always in my fucking head y/n/n, and I can never get you out! the amount of times I’ve called your name while having my dick in some other girl is too much to count, and it’s not because I think of you in ways a best friend should be thinking about, but for fucks sake I can’t keep my feelings for you inside anymore. Fuck! I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, just forget about it, all of it. I just—ugh I just want you back. I want it to go back to before I fucked this up. Please.” You stood frozen, biting your lip as you twirled the end of your Hawaiian shirt. Shaking your head no. You watched as Toms eyes fell.
“It can’t—go back to how it was before Tom.” You said, making Tom tug his hair, as he covered his face with his hands, groaning.
“Y/n/n please, please please don’t leave me.” Tom said, his hands still over his face, his chest clenching trying to hold back how much it’ll hurt when you walk out. But that doesn’t happen. Because he feels cold hands against his bare chest. You always have cold hands.
“I’m not leaving you.” You said, your hands traveling up his arms, before they locked around his wrists pulling his hands away from his face.
“Your not?” He said, feeling his body grow hot at how close you were, your bra grazing his chest. You shook your head, your hands going under the suspenders before you leaned in, connecting your lips to his shoulder blades. Tom exhaled a little too loudly, but you didn’t mind, especially when you felt an arm hesitatantly wrap around your waist, holding your bare skin.
“W-What’re you doing?” Tom asked nervously, as he felt you rub your core against him, causing his abs to flex.
“This is your chance.” You said as you sighed feeling his bulge press against your shorts rubbing your clit. And at that very moment a flip went inside his mind, and your body was against the door, your hands pinned against them by his hands. .
“I’m giving you thirty seconds to walk out now y/n/n. Thirty. Seconds. And if you don’t that means your—your telling me I can do this.” Tom said breathing harshly he tried hard not to grind his bulge between your open legs. He just watched as your chest heaved, your lips parted slightly, and your eyes locked on his. “Twenty seconds.” He pressed, his heart beating quickly.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You said, causing Tom to drop his head on your shoulder, turning it to your neck as he felt the warmth from your skin.
“Darling things are gonna change, ten seconds.” He said, feeling you buck your hips slightly, causing his abs to clench, and lean forward, squinting his eyes shut.
“I want you Tommy.” And those were the only words he needed to push his hips against yours, making you moan until he silenced them with his lips. You desperately tried to get more friction over the shorts, but Tom now pinned your wrists with only one hand, his other on your waist, moving up until his thumb was rubbing your nipple through the thin black fabric of your bra.
“Take it off.” You said breath like, as you continued to push your hips into his.
“So impatient. I can feel those perky nipples of yours.” He said before grinding up, causing you to whimper and push against his hand. “You avoided me.” He said nipping at your neck. “For two days.” He continued. “And now you show up like this.” He said forcing your lips open with his tongue. You moaning.
You couldn’t respond. Only light moans coming when you felt his fingers pinch your nipples through the bra. “Uh uh uh.
“Want me to let go of your hands baby?” Tom said licking up your throat, causing you to nod eagerly, goosebumps rising on your skin even though you felt your body burning.
“Y-Yes, yes.” You said a little too desperately, and Tom couldn’t deny his long time crush. So he let go of your hands, feeling them go straight for his curls, your leg instinctively coming around his waist, Tom holding it in please as he grounded his hips harder into you, your head hitting the door as you moaned. “Please.”
“Please? What do you want?” Tom said with a smirk, as he pulled away slightly to shrug your Hawaiian shirt off. Your hands quickly got back onto him after the shirt was off. Your hand slightly tugging on the curls making him grunt. “Want me to touch you?” He said licking your lips, before sucking on your jaw waiting for you to answer.
“Cmon,” you groaned, as his hand squeezed your ass. Tom smiled against your neck, slowly pulling away, your eyes looking over him panickly, before you were wrapping your arms around his neck. “No, no, fine take your time just don’t leav—“
Tom chuckled lightly, wrapping an arm back around you. As he pushed his clothed cock against you. “I wasn’t gonna leave you.” He said capturing your bottom lip, his hand coming up your back and unclasping your bra. “Now lets see those pretty fucking titties of yours.” He said as he took the rest off, tossing it aside. He leaned back slightly, so he can get a view of your breasts pushing up, as it rose and fell with each breath. “Oh fuck.” He said, his chest clenching trying not to get too excited from seeing his best friends tits. You held on to his wrist, not wanting him to go any further.
“T-Tom,” you said trying to squeeze your thighs together but he quickly placed his leg, stopping you.
“What’s wrong?” He said cocking his head to the side as his thumb rolled over your nipple, watching your eyes flutter shut for a second. “Ah I see, want me to touch you, down there angel?” He said licking his lips as he watched you nod. “Want me to take those shorts off you?” He said leaning in closer and pushing his thigh up against your core, and rubbing it. You moaned, your head moving to the side letting Tom kiss your chest, and pinch your nipple.
“Please.” You let out softly, grinding slightly on his thigh. Tom bit his lip, exhaling against your neck.
“Want me to see your pretty pussy?” He said, rubbing his cock against your thigh. Your hand clutched his suspenders, as you moaned.
“Tommy.” You moaned. Tom bit his lip, letting his hands go down, and soon his mouth was sucking your nipple as the other held the inside of your thigh, his thumb pushing against your clit through the shorts.
Your hand tugged on his hair, making him look up. “Cmon babygirl, let me take my time, wanna feel you.” He said, looking up at you with innocent lust blown eyes. You sighed letting him lap at your breasts until he started untying your shoes and taking them off and your socks, and soon you felt your shorts go, leaving you in your thong.
“Fuck, I see right through this y/n/n.” Tom said staring up at your white see through thong. He groaned seeing the wet patch, his mouth kissing right above it. You moaned, your head going back. “So wet, because of me?” He said watching you moan a yes as he pushed a thumb against it. Tom pressed a kiss against the thin fabric, his tongue pushing and tasting. And before you know it, no warning, he pushed the thong aside, his tongue diving in quickly, you moaned loudly, your hand on his shoulder as you brought your leg up higher to let his tongue go in deeper.
“Fuck, so sweet.” Tom said pulling back to take a breath, his finger going in to replace his tongue. And he was picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “You taste so good, my tongue deep in that pussy of yours. So wet for me.” He said his tongue going in your mouth, two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, as you moved against the door. “Cmon I need you to cum now, right here with my finger moving inside that tight pussy.” He said curling his fingers up as you arched your back. “Cmon lovey,” he said going faster.
“I-I’m Gonna cum!” You moaned out loudly, his fingers were covered, and he was still pumping through your high. Before you know it he was laying you on the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor taking his fingers out, his tongue going inside, and lapping at your arousal. You couldn’t help the yelp that escaped your lips, your legs trying to close but he pushed them open. “Keep em open wide darling.” Tom mumbled, before his tongue entered you once again.
“T-Tom, I’m gonna cum again!” You said tugging his hair, making him moan into your core.
“Then come all over my face, you can do it, wanna have you on my face.” He said causing your back to arch from his words and pussy grind on his face. Tom didn’t seem to mind, in fact he loved it. The girl that he’s known since high school, is rubbing her wet pussy against his tongue, fuck if something couldn’t turn him on more. And soon you were cumming. Toms eyes locked on your face as you screamed his name. He smiled at the taste, swallowing and taking more. “So fucking good.” He said his hands still holding your legs open, pulling back to see your pussy clench and some more arousal coming out making him smile.
“More.” You said making his eyes shoot up, brows raised. You leaned forward, sitting up, legs on either side of his body as you tugged his hair back so he can look up at you. “I want you baby.” You said making Tom smile widely, his arms wrapping under your legs, as he leaned up more to kiss you.
“So can I fuck you?” He said in your mouth. “Really wanna fuck you y/n/n.” He said as you moaned.
“Yea Tom, fuck me.” You said moving back to slide his suspenders off. Tom was smiling as he stood up, pushing you back slightly on the bed, but before you can close your legs, he opened them again. “Keep em spread for me darling, love the view.” He said his eyes going from your face, to your breasts, to your pussy, open and dripping. You watched as Tom struggled to get his belt off the firefighter pants.
“Do you need some help?” You said chuckling slightly. And you were going to help until Tom shook his head.
“It’s okay I got it I got it, just, wanna touch yourself for me?” He said smiling when your cheeks turned pink. “Cmon I know you touch yourself, I mean I’ve heard you touch yourself.” He said smiling when your mouth fell agape.
“When?” You said, your pussy clenching slightly knowing that Toms heard you touch yourself.
“Many times, like last week, came over to drop somethin off, heard you moaning and when you came out you were sweating and there wasn’t anyone with you. Those moans got me off for days after.” He said smirking palming his hard cock still trying to get the pants off. “Now cmon, let me see those fingers on your pussy.” He said.
You didn’t answer only bringing a hand to your breasts and start pinching. Tom bit his lip as he watched your hands go down your body until you were massaging your clit.
“Fuck Tommy.” You moaned, Tom smiling at your words. “Talk baby, wanna hear you.” You said to Tom, as you continued to massage your clit. Tom licked his lips, getting annoyed with the stupid firefighter pants but listening.
“Your doing good angel, now spread those legs out more and get your finger in.” He said smiling when you listened and did as he said. Your moans were light, your eyes locked on Tom as he bit his lip and you slipped in a second finger. “So wet.” He said hearing the sounds of your arousal as your fingers moved. He finally got the belt off. “Cmon baby you can put a third finger in there.” He said tugging the pants down, giving you a view of how strained his cock was agaisnt the briefs.
“Ah ah ah—“ your moans started to rise once adding another finger, Tom squeezed his cock through the briefs, you could see the wet patch at the end.
“Keep going lovey, lick my hand.” He said and you did as he said, licking his hand that was in front of you, and watching his briefs fall to the floor and his cock spring free. It was so fucking hard, the head pink, the veins popping and his hand wet with your saliva pumping it and watching you moan.
“Oh fuck—gonna cum?” He said, slowing his movements waiting for your to cum. You nodded moving your fingers faster. “Can I help?” He said seeing you struggle slightly.
“Yes-Yea please.” You said, Tom was smiling, taking his hands away from his cock, and putting a hand on your wrist to help your movement as his thumb rubbed harsh circles on your clit, and soon you were coming while he tugged on your nipples with his mouth.
“Fuck three times baby, and my dick isn’t even inside you yet.” He said smiling, and pulling your fingers out. You were breathing harshly, your body sweaty, but Tom only saw you glowing. “You wet enough?” He said, kissing your lips. You nodded, feeling Tom take your hand still covered in your arousal and place it on his cock.
“So hard.” You said smiling and wrapping your hand around him getting his dick wet for you. He moaned dropping his head against your shoulder.
“C-can’t wait to fell you up.” He grunted, as you pressed his tip against your clit causing you to buck your hips. He soon removed your hands away from him and moving your hands up, so you can wrap them around his head. He rubbed his cock agaisnt your wet core, pushing his tip in slightly.
“Please Tommy.” You moaned, opening your legs wider.
“I got you babygirl, gonna stretch you out.” He said pushing in more, smiling when your hands held his shoulders tighter. He was breathing hard, feeling his cock going inside you.
“Feels so good.” You moaned, feeling Tom go deeper and deeper until he sighed bottoming out. Tom waited for your to adjust until you bucked up telling him to move. And he did, pushing himself up so he can see your face and pull back. He pushed back in dreadfully slow. You moaned loudly, arching your back, and letting him continue. Tom took his time. If this wasn’t the best moment ever, he didn’t what was.
“So tight, and wet.” He moaned biting his lip, feeling you lick up his throat, your scent surrounding him and making him moan. “Your amazing.” He moaned, not being able to hold that back. You smile, your hand tangling in his hair. Tom soon started to pick up speed, his pelvis meeting yours with each thrust.
“Taking me so well.” He moaned, kissing your cheek repeatedly, and lifting your leg up on his shoulder to open you more. You moaned loudly, and Tom felt himself hit you deeper causing you to scream. “Right there?” He said with smirk.
“Y-Yes! Right there!” You moaned as he continued to hit it. Tom licking his lips looking down to see his cock disappear into you, making him twitch.
“Y/n/n.” Tom moaned closing his eyes and opening up, struggling not to cum. But you felt so good. “Y/n/n, baby, you close, I need you to cum, need your pussy to cum.” He moaned, sucking on your collarbone.
“K-keep going.” You said scratching his back. Tom went faster, bringing a hand to rub your clit. “I-I’m close!” You moaned.
“Me too, baby.” He groaned, wanting you to cum. “Let go, cmon y/n/n, cum all over my cock.” He said into your ear causing you to scream his name, and you were cumming. And just as your walls tightened around him, had him cumming.
He collapsed on top of you. Hugging you tightly, his face buried in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. You sighed, coming down from your high. You let your hand, smooth out his hair, calming him down. Making him exhale, his soft cock still inside you.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled against your skin, making your brows furrow.
“Why?” You said, kissing his temple.
“For this, for ruining our friendship.” He said, kissing your neck, his arms wrapped around your tighter.
“Well you gave me the chance to leave, I didn’t, so I wanted this too.” You said, making Tom shift slightly, rubbing inside you. “I think about you too, yes you’ll always be my best friend Tom, but i wanna try this out.” You said causing Tom to lift his head. “Wanna try being more than friends.” You said smiling when you saw his goofy smile.
“Really?” He said, rubbing his nose agaisnt yours. You nodded your head, smiling as Tom kissed your lips. “It’s not just cuz of the sex right?” He said pulling back.
“That’s some of it.” You said seeing his mouth fall agape. “I’m kidding, I like you Tommy, your dick is just a bonus.” You said, purposely squeezing him causing him to groan, and drop his head slightly. “And who knew you were such a talker.”
“Sorry.” He mumbled, making you chuckle.
“No I liked it. It was hot.” You said, licking his jaw making him sigh in pleasure.
“Your warm.” He admitted, making you smile.
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A/N: this was dirty dirty, like damn bro didn’t know I could make it like that hehe :)
summary: y/n has a different definition of teasing than tom and it leads to trouble.
warning: spanking kink. punishment kink. very very dirty. (sorry mom) soft tom at the end
A/N: hi loves. this is a bit different from what i usually write. i don’t have a lot of experience writing smut so i hope it isn’t too terrible.
<<part 4
harrison was long forgotten after y/n’s nap. tom stayed with her for a bit before hunting the much taller boy down and giving him a piece of his mind. and he didn’t walk away without a blow to the face. it hurt tom’s hand but it was worth it if harrison didn’t bother y/n again.
tom continued teasing her every chance he could and their little game continues like that for over a month. they both got what they wanted (her, many amazing nights with tom, and tom, who could still hold up his reputation without having to fuck every girl on campus. win-win) and it was fun while it lasted, but y/n was starting to fall for him and she needed answers.
“what are we?”. it doesn’t take long for he to ruin the silence. y/n didn’t want to ask, but she needed some clarity. she doesn’t want to be the girl tom could run to just for a quick fuck and she definitely doesn’t want to waste her time.
she rests her head in her hand as she lays on her side. “tom?”. he raises an unamused eyebrow at her.
his hand lifts up and flops back on his stomach. “what do you want us to be?”. he’s never been in this situation, in bed with some girl for the second time.
“well...”. y/n hasn’t been in this position before, in charge of...whatever was happening between them. she was always the one following his lead. “i was hoping we could be more than...”, she stops, not knowing what to label them. a friendship? friends with benefits? a possible romance?
“we’re not going to be anything unless you figure out what we are right now”. tom looks back to the ceiling. it’s harsh, tom knows that, and it’s confirmed by her few moments of silence. tom doesn’t think he’s ready to date again, not after his last experience.
“i-i don’t know, i-“, her voice is meek in comparison to a few minutes ago.
“i don’t want to date you”, tom says. he makes sure to keep his breathing steady. he doesn’t dare look at her, knowing that there would most likely be heartbreak behind her eyes. he’s not wrong. “but i don’t want anyone else to have you”, he adds. y/n hides a smile as she looks away for a moment. a part of her liked the idea of being his, but she didn’t want it to be a secret.
“so what does that mean?”, her thumb plays with his lip ring, something tom has grown to love. “i can’t be with other guys?”, she asks teasingly.
“no”, tom says coldly. something about his tone made a spark ignite inside of her.
“what if i disobey you?”, she asks quietly. she feels tom’s lip curl into an amused smile. he rests on his side and mirrors her position so they’re facing each other. tom leans in so close that their noses are just barely touching.
“you wouldn’t dare”. she can feel her heart pounding and tom could hear how shaky her breathing became. it drove him wild that he had such an affect on her. “would you?”, he asks. she shakes her head to confirm his words. “good girl”. that was her favorite pet name. it never failed to make her squirm a bit. she squeezes her legs together and she blushes as tom remains eye contact.
tom reaches into the blanket to softly to run his fingertips along her body. “someone’s eager for me”. he leaves small pecks on her cheeks. she nods and he calls her by her favorite name again. “not too sore?”, he teases.
she releases a shaky “no” and tom’s voice drops a few octaves. “good”, he says darkly. he brings her closer and starts tugging at the skin of her already-bruised neck. his fingers hook around the pants he let her borrow and he quickly pulls them down, along with her underwear. she sighs and he hikes her leg high up on his hip. tom releases himself from his sweats and she tugs at his roots and praises him as he slips inside of her.
it starts off slow, but tom can’t help himself with the way she was tugging at his locks. he picks up speed until the headboard is literally smacking against the wall. “tommy!”, she moans. he’s sure that his roommates downstairs can hear. he couldn’t care less at this moment.
he groans as she chants his favorite nickname over and over again and he picks up speed until she’s shaking and they’re both coming down from their highs.
“tommy. tommy. tommy!”
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tom sighs as he leans against the wall, drink in hand. it’s saturday night and the party has barely started when he feels a hand rake down his chest. tom raises a brow at the blonde who was obviously already drunk. “i’ll pass, love”. she’s disappointed, but within a minute she’s found someone else to latch onto. she was pretty, but he doesn’t fuck drunk girls. it’s against his morals. and besides, she wasn’t y/n. no one was like y/n. it’s not long until a crowd of girls swarm him again. tom’s not interested, though. he just takes another sip of his drink and looks around in search for the only girl he actually wants to see, unimpressed by the group. they were all showing too much skin and were too desperate for him. it wasn’t his type, at least not anymore. tom ignores the girl’s cries to hook up with them as he walks to a few of his friends, who are already playing drinking games.
y/n comes a bit later. she feels sexy with her new outfit. it’s not something she would usually wear, being somewhat revealing, but not to the point where it’s slutty. it’s just enough to show off her assets but still leave much to the imagination. she blushes as guys immediately cheer and whistle at her. she’s handed a few drinks and she takes one, just to be polite. boys practically trip over themselves to talk to her and she laughs at their eagerness before she feels a hand on her waist.
“hello again, darling”. y/n holds in a gasp as she recognizes the accent. he hugs her from behind and plants kisses on her neck. his hand travels from her waist and he squeezes her ass. he laughs as she jumps. y/n turns to face him. she notices harrison’s cheeks are a bit flushed, he’s been drinking.
y/n gasps and places a hand on his cheek. “you’re hurt”, she says. her thumb strokes the skin just under the bruise. harrison smiles and shakes his head.
“i’ve survived through a lot worse, darling”. she takes a moment to look at him. his light curls are messy and a few pesky ones fall onto his forehead. his shirt is tucked into his dark pants and he has the first few buttons of his shirt undone. “you look stunning”. harrison’s words bring her back to reality. she involuntarily blushes under his gaze and she looks away.
“thank you. have you seen tom?”, she asks. she wants harrison away from her, not just for her sake, but for tom’s too. she doesn’t want to ruin the party because the boys were fighting over her. harrison nods and takes another sip of his beer.
“he’s with his fuck-buddy”, harrison rolls his eyes. y/n furrows her brows and looks around, finally spotting tom leaning against a pretty brunette as he laughs. tom nearly doubles over in laughter and she has to secure her arms around his waist to support his weight. y/n looks back to harrison and tries not to look so disappointed. she wishes she could make him laugh like that. he doesn’t show her that side of him too often. she shakes her head. she doesn’t know why she’s jealous. they aren’t even officially together. she doesn’t even know what they are, if she’s honest. tom had refused to claim her.
harrison can see her mood change. he furrows his brows and tilts her chin up. “hey”. harrison’s voice is soft and comforting. “fuck him. he’s missing out”. y/n laughs and shakes her head, commenting on the fact that he might have had a few too many drinks. “no, i’m serious”. harrison’s tone makes butterflies erupt in the pit of her stomach. he might be a bit foggy, but he wasn’t too drunk to not tell her the truth. “you’re an amazing girl”. this is the harrison that y/n liked. the one that was sweet and spoke his mind and gave her compliments. tom never did that. not in the same way harrison did, at least. y/n smiles at him as a blush fills her cheeks.
harrison smiles back at her and holds out his hand. “come on, i have some people i want you to meet”. he brings y/n over to the couch, introducing his friends to her. he sits and swiftly pulls her down with him, so she’s sitting on his lap. she looks down as harrison wraps his arm around her waist. although it feels wrong to do this y/n also finds it reassuring. harrison isn’t like tom. he isn’t afraid to claim her and show her off as his girl. that’s what she wanted.
it doesn’t take her long to warm up to the group, eventually laughing along to their jokes and telling a few herself. she was really a great girl and tom hasn’t seen that yet. he just wanted to see one side of her. but that wasn’t enough for y/n, not anymore. not when she can be treated how harrison treats her. like she’s the most important person in the room. harrison winks at her as he draws shapes on her arm. she bites her lip to suppress a smile. he’s proud of her for not letting tom get inside of her head too much.
“hey, isn’t that your girl?”. one of tom’s roommates gets his attention. tom perks up and follows his friend’s gaze. he glares at the light-haired boy when he notices her sitting in harrison’s lap.
“your girl? since when did you start dating?”. the brunette was shocked to hear the news and tom’s blood boils as he tells her to fuck off. his eyes snap back to the group on the couch and harrison gives tom a cocky smile. harrison takes a shot and quickly moves to lick some salt off of y/n’s neck. she’s giggling because it tickles, but harrison quickly silences her by pulling her into a kiss. she smiles as he puts a hand to her cheek and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. harrison’s group cheers and bangs on the table in front of them as it starts to get heated. she pulls away and laughs into harrison at his friend’s reactions.
what made tom break wasn’t the fact that harrison was kissing y/n, it was the fact that she was kissing him back. she was smiling. she enjoyed it, she wanted to do it. that’s what hurt the most. his friends hold him back by his arms but tom manages to break free from their grasp. “get the fuck off of me”. he storms over to the large group and grabs a hold of y/n’s wrist. tom pulls her off of harrison, which makes the much taller boy reach back for her.
“mate, why so pissy? we’re all just having fun here”, he says with a cocky smirk. y/n can feel tom’s hand shake with anger. she knows he’s holding back from hurting harrison.
“fuck off”, tom says through his teeth. he sees red as he pulls y/n away from the party. tom skips steps as he flies up the stairs towards his to his room. “who do you think you are?”. his voice is laced with venom. he’s angry, beyond angry that she would do something like that.
“me? what about you?”. she’s yelling now. “you invite me to this party and the first thing i see is your fuck-buddy on you!”. tom furrows his brows.
“who told you that? did harrison tell you that?”. y/n laughs. he’s so hypocritical. he wants her but doesn’t want to claim her and then gets mad at her when she sticks up for herself.
“why does it matter? you know what, i shouldn’t even be mad. i’m not your fucking girlfriend, anyway”. she can tell tom didn’t like her comment. “at least harrison respects me enough to show me off”.
tom hated that she brought that up. “watch your mouth”, he warns.
she pushes him and pounds on his chest. “fuck you! you’re an asshole, tom!”. tom catches her wrists and keeps them in a firm grip.
“what did i tell you?”. his voice lower significantly and it sends a chill down her spine. the one thing tom wouldn’t tolerate was disrespect. she needed to be taught a lesson.
tom lets go off his grasp and frantically pulls off her clothes, just leaving her in her underwear. he sits on the edge of the bed and bends her over his knee, holding her wrists behind her back with his large one. “what did i tell you about that? huh?”. tom kneads at her soft skin.
she’s panting. it all happened so fast and it takes her a moment for her brain to catch up to what was happening. “you-you said to be good”. she tries to keep her voice steady. her heart is pounding and she gasps as tom delivers the first blow to her cheek. the skin immediately turns pink and she bites her lip to keep from making noise.
“and what were you tonight?”. she knows that she misbehaved but tom wants to hear her say it for herself.
“bad”, she says meekly. her voice was muffled by the blankets and she gasps as another sound of a slap fills the room.
“say it louder”, tom says between his teeth.
“i was bad!”. pink and red cover her skin and small welts are starting to appear.
“you think you can flirt with other guys? harrison, especially? in front of me?”. tom’s voice gets louder as his hand comes down on her skin. she’s whining and squirming but tom doesn’t stop spanking her.
“no! no!”, she whimpers out. tom’s rings sting as it makes contact with her soft skin, but the cool feeling of them makes it pleasurable. she squeezes her legs together to get some relief. “i’m sorry!”. tom tisks and spreads her legs open, making her suffer.
“uh-uh, darling”. tom’s voice is calm now. her breathing picks up as he leans down to her ear. “you’ve been bad. you’re punished, remember?”.
y/n nods. “i’m sorry”, she whimpers in a small, innocent voice. but he has to teach her a lesson.
“it’s a bit too late for that, princess”. before she can say anything else tom tells her to stand up. she’s weak and wobbly, but tom rests his hand on her waist to steady her. he looks at her and his eyes soften as he rubs her sides. her face is flushed and her pupils are blown out. “did i hurt you, darling?”. this was a different side of tom that y/n had never seen before. a loving, caring, sweet tom that just wanted to know if she was okay.
y/n shakes her head. “it only hurt a little bit”, she says lowly. her voice is small and innocent, the opposite of what had just happened. he forgot how fragile she was. tom hums and pushes her forward. he wraps his arms around her waist and leaves soft kisses on her chest. this was the complete opposite from the tom she knew. normal tom would have wasted no time pounding her into the mattress by now. but instead, this tom was kissing her so lightly that he didn’t even leave any marks. “i’m sorry, tommy. are you still going to punish me?”, she asks curiously.
tom sighs and pulls back. he smooths his hand into her hairline and shakes his head. “you can’t handle it darling”, he says softly. y/n furrows her brows. although she did experience a little pain, she also experienced a lot of pleasure and she would hate if tom stopped before she could be pleased.
“y-yes i can!”. tom smiles softly at her and kisses her cheeks.
“trust me, you can’t”. he wasn’t trying to challenge her, he was trying to protect her from himself. she whines and straddles him. y/n doesn’t waste time before she’s nibbling at his neck. she begs him to keep going.
“yes i can. please don’t stop. i can handle it, please”. tom sighs. he’s about to decline when she pulls away and glares at him. “i can go sit on harrison’s lap again”. she’s testing him. she knows harrison sets tom off. she can see it now as he glares back at her and flares out his nostrils as he starts to breathe heavily.
“i dare you”, tom says darkly. she raises a brow and starts to move away from his lap, but he digs his fingertips into the skin of her hips. tom rolls over so her back is flat against the mattress. he doesn’t say anything as he quickly undoes his belt and tosses his jeans and shirt off, ripping her underwear off in the process. she reaches for him, but tom takes her small wrist between his large one and pins them above her head. “you want me to punish you?”. he grinds his hips into hers and she immediately cries out for him. “then be a good girl and keep your hands up”, tom’s threatening voice sends chills down her spine. he plants kisses down her chest and stomach. he sucks at the space right below her hipbone and she digs her fingers in his hair as a reflex. she gasps after a moment, realizing what she’s done. she’s apologizing but tom is already tightening the belt around her wrists. “i said be a good girl”. tom lines himself with her entrance and she gasps at how hard he is. “and you disobey me again”. his hips snap into hers and she lets out a loud moan.
tom’s hand trails up from her hip and finds itself around her throat. tom can feel vibrations as she whimpers in his hand. he groans and moves at a faster pace, their skin echoing as it slaps against each other. y/n calls out his name as she hooks her ankles around his waist to bring him closer. tom adjusts and curses as he hits her deeply. her moans are getting louder and she’s begging tom to let her touch him since her hands are still tied by his belt. tom just shakes his head and lets out a low groan. he’s getting close.
y/n whines and disobeys him for the third time tonight. she ignores him as he warns her. her hands cover his large one around her throat. “harder”, she whispers. tom squeezes just enough for his veins to outline his arms. she smiles at him as his grip tightens. tom lets out a desperate groan and buries himself in her neck. that devious smile was the dirtiest thing tom had ever seen from her. she’s not as innocent as he thought.
y/n loops her arms around his head, bringing him closer. both of them are shaking, about to reach their highs. “tommy, look at me please”, she begs. tom tightens his grip on her neck as he pounds into her. he can feel the silent scream against his palm. tom removes himself from the spot in her neck and looks at her. he so close that their noses are almost touching. tom watches as her face relaxes and her eyes roll back in her head. he gives one last thrust before he’s spilling into her. she reaches her high with a small sigh and tom finally releases his hand from her neck.
tom laughs as he finally relaxes. that was definitely the best sex they’ve ever had. “shit”. y/n lays there for a few moments, just letting out shallow breaths as tom plants sweet kisses on her cheeks and neck. “come back to me, darling”, he says softly. tom frees the belt from her wrists and her arms fall to her sides. he smooths his hand over her cheek and she lets out a small whimper. “that’s it, i’m right here”. y/n weakly wraps her hand around tom’s forearm.
she softly calls out his name and he just responds with more kisses on her soft skin. “shh, just rest”, he says. he pulls out and she lets out a whine at the loss of contact. tom lays with her and holds her close.
y/n shivers as tom pulls the blanket over them. “i told you you couldn’t handle it”. she can feel tom’s smirk and she weakly punches his chest. he laughs and kisses her forehead.
“i wasn’t too rough, was i?”. although tom was a dom he knew when to be soft with her. he knew she was fragile and worn out and just needed to be held. y/n buries herself in his neck and shakes her head. tom leans down and presses soft kisses to her eyelids and cheek and nose. it was as if he was apologizing just in case he had caused her any pain. her hand curls into his chest and she lets out little whimpers as he rubs her back and thighs until she falls asleep.
Characters: Tom Hiddleston x Reader, other mcu cast members
Word Count: 2,654
Warnings: just fluff
Summary: You’ve never been kissed under the mistletoe, and Tom wants to change that.
Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.
this is late, but it’s for my 25 days of christmas rpf with the prompt: “I’ve never kissed anyone underneath the mistletoe before”
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The whole time you’ve been at this early Christmas party, you’ve been listening to Chris Hemsworth tell his story about what he did right before coming to this party. He loves to tell stories, especially when they involve the ocean or surfing.
“So there’s this big wave, right? I see it coming, and I’m getting ready to ride that shit like a pro. Liam is right behind me, and we know we’re going to crush it like all the other ones before. The wave gets to us, and we’re surfing, but Liam collides into me, and we both go down. Best wave I’ve ever seen, and he ruins it,” Chris laughs, and a round of laughter follows him.
This is the chillest Christmas party you’ve ever been to. Marvel likes to throw them every year, but this is the best one so far. What makes it the best is Tom Hiddleston. He wasn’t able to make it last year which put you in a bit of a funk. Everyone could tell you were sad about something, and even though you didn’t tell them why, they knew it was because of him.
Tom’s been your crush ever since you starred next to him on Thor. Initially, your role was supposed to be Thor’s girlfriend, but Natalie Portman got that part. Despite that minor setback, you played Sif’s older sister that didn’t have any interest in nothing but Asgard. It was the perfect role for Tom’s mischievous character. You two work so well that you’re going to be in his Disney Plus series. The production hasn’t started yet, but you’re looking forward to it.
There’s something about Tom that you’ve fallen for, and it’s hard to pick just one quality. He’s sweet, polite, such a good listener, and even if he isn’t interested in the things you love, he’ll listen to every word you have to say. There is no one else in the world like him, and if you don’t snag him up soon, some other lucky lady will. It’s hard to talk to a man who looks and acts like him, which is why you didn’t come clean yet. He makes you blush uncontrollably, gives you a nervous stutter, and makes your heart pound so loud that you’re shocked he doesn’t hear it. You don’t know exactly what you mean to him or how he feels about you since he’s a difficult person to read. There’s a reason he doesn’t play at the weekly poker game. He’ll win every time whether he has a good hand or not.
Everyone on set knows you like him just as much as he likes you. He has such a huge crush on the woman who makes him want to break his poker face, that scrambles his brain to mush, and that makes him see double. He’s so excited to work with you on the 10-episode series, but he’s nervous as hell to do it. Everyone can see just how much you two mean to one another, and everyone has a bet to see how long it takes until one of you caves and confesses. Half the cast thinks Tom will, while the other half thinks you’ll break first. They want to keep this process as natural as possible even if it’s agonizing to watch.
Chris’ story is really interesting, but you can’t focus on it. If you even look at him, you’ll feel holes start to burn through your skull from Tom’s eyes. Whenever you look over at him, he quickly looks away as if he’s scared to catch your gaze. Once you have your eyes set on him, you’ll stare until he tries to look at you. Robert Downey Jr sees what’s going on, and he has to resist the eye roll that threatens to come out.
“You’ll never believe what just happened,” Scarlet groans as she approaches the group.
She plops down next to you on the couch with a sigh.
“What happened?” Elizabeth asks as she sips her drink.
“I almost got caught underneath the mistletoe by Slippery Sloan,” she shudders. Sloan is a man who works on the set designs that has an unbelievable amount of saliva in his mouth. Whenever he talks, and you’re close enough, you’ll get the weather sprayed on you. You can only imagine the kind of kiss he gives.
“Oh you poor thing,” you groan.
“Yeah, I ducked away just in time.”
“I remember one time I tried to get this girl to kiss me underneath the mistletoe,” Robert explains. “I tried like ten times, and I ended up kissing her sister.”
“Aren’t you married to the sister?” Chris Hemsworth laughs.
“Yeah, don’t tell my wife,” he smiles widely.
“That’s better than having some man who’s wasted shove his tongue down my throat,” Elizabeth shudders. “I swear I can still taste the alcohol.”
“What about you Tom? What’s your mistletoe horror story?” Scarlet asks.
“I don’t have one. I’ve always been very polite about it. I usually kiss the cheeks anyway. I don’t like to use silly Christmas games for unwanted kisses.”
“Boo!” Elizabeth, Scarlet, and Robert chorus playfully together.
It’s kind of sweet that Tom goes for the cheeks. It makes you love him even more than you already do.
“What about you, Y/N? Anything more horrifying than politeness?” Robert teases.
“I already went. Chris, what about you?” you dodge the question.
“No, you didn’t! You’re hiding something! What was so bad?” Scarlet gasps.
“I’ve never been kissed under the mistletoe before,” you mutter into your red cup.
“What?”
“I’m never been kissed under the mistletoe before, okay?” you sigh.
“How have you never been kissed? You’re hot!” Elizabeth gasps.
You refuse to meet anyone’s eyes, but you could have sworn you saw Tom’s body stiffen at her words.
“I don’t know. I just never got the opportunity. Sounds like I dodged a bullet based on the stories I’ve heard tonight,” you chuckle.
“There are bad stories, sure, but there are so many good ones. I can give you a bunch if you’d like,” Robert chimes in.
“No, thank you. I can imagine it.”
The conversation goes back to idle chit-chat and small talk, and before you know it, everyone has already moved on from you; all except one. Tom. While he doesn’t want to push you into something that you don’t want to do, he is determined to be your first mistletoe kiss.
Tom wanted to see if you could try and give you a kiss to remember at the party. There’s already mistletoe here, so he gets up with one thing on his mind: get you into the kitchen. On his way to the kitchen, he snatches the mistletoe hanging above one of the door frames. He tapes it to the entrance of the kitchen and stands right next to it. Everyone looks like they are either too drunk to walk, playing beer pong, or in deep conversation to want another drink.
“Y/N, can you help me with these drinks?” Tom calls out for you.
“Sure!” you exclaim and get up.
You’re glad to get away from Elizabeth in Scarlet‘s conversation about which of your coworkers at the hottest. As much as you think Evans and Hemsworth are attractive, there’s only one man you have your eyes on.
The game of beer pong is in high gear, and as you pass by there, Chris Pratt called you over with a request only you can fulfill.
“Hey, Y/N, Zoe thinks you’re not the champ!”
“Oh, you’re sadly mistaken,” you smile and make a small detour. Keren is standing on the sidelines watching the game, and because you promised Tom you’d help him with the drinks, you direct your next question to her. “Hey, Karen, Tom needs help with the drinks. Can you take care of that for me?”
“You got it!” she gives you a thumbs up.
Tom overhears what occurred, and before Karen could walk into the kitchen, he thinks the mistletoe off the doorway at the last minute.
“You need help with the drinks?” she asks.
“Yeah, over here,” Tom lies off the top of his head.
Through the cracks of the kitchen door, he sees you toss a ping pong ball expertly into the last red cup on the table. A round of applause and cheers break out. The smile on your face is huge as Zoe drinks from the cup. One minor setback isn’t going to discourage him. If he can’t get you underneath the mistletoe this time, he’ll make sure it happens the next time.
He’s not giving up.
The next opportunity Tom’s got is a few days later. He’s sitting in his makeup chair since he’s in the middle of getting dressed as Loki. His makeup artist had to run out to get some more latex and glue since Keren and Zoe took used most of it. He’s scrolling through his phone when he hears your infectious laughter filter through the hallway, and without even thinking, he reaches for his duffel bag.
He won’t admit it to anyone, but he stole one of the mistletoes from the Christmas party. He’s been waiting for the opportunity to get you under it all this time. The door to the makeup room is slightly ajar, and he scrambles out of his chair before making his way to the door.
“Y/N, can you come here and help me? My wig is going to fall off,” he calls for you.
“Sure!” you answer.
You head towards the room he’s in, and he grips the plant eagerly.
“I got this, Y/N,” another makeup artist who just so happens to be passing by says to you. “I think Holland got himself stuck in his costume again. I was going to do it, but wigs are my forte.”
“Of course he did,” you giggle. “I swear, who let that kid be Spiderman?”
You immediately turn around and leave the building to head over to where the younger Tom was stationed. The older Tom sighs and rushes back over to his chair. When he passes by his bag, he tosses the plant into his bag. He’s going to have to come up with a better plan if he wants to kiss you. He could just ask, but where’s the fun in that?
Third time’s the charm, and Tom believes a direct approach is better than what he’s been trying. It’s taken a few more days before he had another chance to try again. This time, he decided not to beat around the bush. He still wants to do this in the traditional sense, but he’s cutting a few corners. He takes the plant he’s been carrying everywhere and heads over to your trailer.
Christmas is slowly approaching, and he wants to get this in before the day arrives, otherwise all of this effort will have been for nothing.
You’re in the middle of making food for yourself because it’s better than eating out. Plus, if you don’t make the meat that’s been sitting in your fridge for days soon, it’s going to go bad. The only problem is that you can’t cook for shit. You’d invite someone over to help, but they have their own things going on right now. You’ll have to do this one on your own.
You’re not expecting anyone over despite there being enough food for two people. Nonetheless, there is a knock at your door. There’s time for a tiny break so you leave your station to answer the door.
“Hey, Tom, I wasn’t expecting you,” you chuckle.
“I came to ask if you had a few minutes to talk?”
“Yeah, sure, come on in,” you smile and take a step back from the door.
Tom was clearly expecting you to step outside which he then planned to take out the plant and hold it above your head. When you walked further inside, his heart sank a bit until he saw what you were doing.
“What are you doing?”
“Attempting to cook for myself. I’m not very good at this.”
“For one, you don’t need the heat on high,” he says and places the plant in his back pocket so he can help you.
“Why not? It cooks faster,” you pout.
He steps inside your trailer and closes the door behind him. He approaches the stove and turns it down to a low medium.
“Not exactly,” he chuckles.
“How about you help me, and as a reward, you can stay and have dinner with me. I have enough here for two people.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He vowed to himself that the next time he wants to get you underneath the mistletoe, he’s going to get it right.
Tom is sick and tired of all of his plans going so wrong. He decides that instead of waiting for you to come to him, he’s going to you. Christmas is right around the corner, and he needs to do it now before he goes back to London for the holidays. It didn’t matter what he was doing, he drops whatever was in his hands, grabs the plant, and heads over to your trailer. He knew you were in your trailer because you announced to everyone to not bother you while you’re practicing your lines.
There were so many lines to go over, and given it was a scene with heavy dialogue, you were going out of your mind. This is a scene with Rom since your character is on Asgard who then interacts with Loki. Initially, you thought it might be better to practice alone without any distractions, but it might be a bit more bearable with Tom. You set down your script and yank the door open to head to his trailer when you stopped short. Tom is standing there with his fist raised as if he was going to knock on the door. When you two made eye contact, he lowered his hand quickly.
“Oh, Tom, I was just going to look for you.”
“Really? What for?”
“I wanted to read lines with you. I’m kind of in my own head right now. Why are you here?” you ask innocently.
Right, he came here on a mission.
He didn’t say anything except pull out the mistletoe and hang it over your head.
“Tom?” you ask when you saw what was happening.
“You know, it’s tradition to kiss under the mistletoe,” he says confidently.
His words roll off ha tongue smoothly and with ease, but the light pink tint on his cheeks show his true colors. The gentle look in his eyes proves that you can be yourself around him, that you don’t have anything to worry about. If this were anyone else, you’d try to find a way to let them down; not with him.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to break tradition,” you grin.
He lowers the mistletoe as you lean up toward him. He met you halfway until your lips met. Having Tom be your first mistletoe kiss was something truly special, but your first kiss with Tom left you without words. His lips are so soft, his tongue gently carcasses yours, you taste a hint of coffee, and his large hands feel so warm against your cheeks. To have Tom as a mistletoe kiss is an honor. All those other women he kissed before are lucky, and now you consider yourself it too.
“Hey! Downey! I owe you twenty bucks! They kissed!” Evans shouts from one of the nearby set buildings.
“Lucky bitch! I owe Hemsworth fifty!” Scarlett shouts back.
A breathy laugh leaves your lips when you hear your friends betting on you and Tom getting together.
“Want to go inside?” Tom whispers.
“Try and stop me,” you chuckle and take him inside your trailer.
You can hear your coworkers argue about who won the bet, but you’ve already won the best prize you could possibly get.
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