Hi beautiful! Can you write about that TikTok trend with Tom were you get your partner to take a mirror selfie with you then you whisper something dirty in their ear.🤍
not sure if this was what you wanted, but i hope i got it! i’m not on tik tok so i had to ask my sister and i hope this is the trend you’re talking about !!! <3 (i’m still very much up to date on the trends, don’t come for my uncultured ass) if this wasn’t what you were talking abt then resend the request and send me a tik tok example !!! <3 :)
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Sharing a room with Tom also meant sharing a bathroom with the boy, and at first it took a bit of adjusting, but now you know both of your routines so well that it’s second nature.
He’d just finished brushing his teeth while you were waiting to use the sink. You were passing the time on your phone, scrolling through the many tik toks on your ‘for you page.’ Suddenly, you scrolled across a certain trend that you had always wanted to try with Tom.
Looking up from the device, you notice he’s combing his hair through, now, giving you the perfect opportunity. Setting up the phone at an easy angle that captures the both of you, you see that he’s noticed your phone which is bound to start recording him.
He rolls his eyes, chuckling nonetheless. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing! Just act normal and be cute.”
“I think that is my normal.”
You tilt your head with a roll of your eyes before breathing out a laugh and scooting closer to him. You’d already done your makeup, and you’re dressed for the day. Luckily, he is too, and as you get closer to him, his breath hitches only slightly.
He smirks, “What do you think you’re doing, love?”
“Just… filming.”
“Mhm, sure.”
When you’re mere inches from his face, you move away to start the video. The song plays through the speakers, and you instruct Tom to look as sexy as possible into the camera. He laughs wholeheartedly but agrees.
Your lips are practically touching his skin, nibbling just by his ear while he looks straight on. As he’s biting his lip, you don’t just lip sync the lyrics, but you whisper them right into his ears.
“Bust that pussy open, then I tell her ‘bring it back.’ Bust that, bust that pussy open.”
Tom’s mouth physically drops while he gasps. He turns to you in the midst of the music playing and the video recording, pointing to you and the phone simultaneously.
“Y/N! That’s- that’s…”
You smirk, and when the video ends, you burst into laughter. “That’s what?”
“That’s something I should be telling you.”
“Tom!” You shriek, and he shrugs with a sly smirk. You roll your eyes again, grabbing your phone and rewatching the video. “Look at your face when I say it!”
“I wasn’t expecting you to just start saying dirty shit right in my ear!”
“That’s just the trend!” You don’t bother defending yourself too much, instead choosing to find a caption and post the video straight to your account. Tom notices you’re looking at your phone instead of him.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” He snatches your phone teasingly, but when he glances down, he whines. “Y/N! You posted it?!”
Your mouth opens and then closes, no words escaping. He groans. “Everyone’s gonna make fun of me!”
“They are not,” You take the phone back. “They’re going to love how sexual we were being. You barely feed your fans the content they deserve.”
“I give them content!”
You give him a snake eye, and he exhales, his hair swaying slightly from it. “Alright, fine. But that’s just because every picture with me in it also has you, and I’m trying to keep you out of the spotlight.”
“Good,” You grin cheekily. “Because I’m not.”
He scoffs with a laugh, pulling you close. “Don’t get cocky on me, miss.”
“Or else what?”
“You might bust that pussy open.”
Your mouth drops in abundant shock, and you back away with an eye roll. “You’re such a mood killer.”
Voicemail. Again. You sighed, tossing your phone next to you. That was the third time Tom didn’t answer his phone this week even though you two planned to face time. He’s been doing this a lot lately. You were beginning to wonder if this was going to be a daily thing. You understood that was an actor and was busy and had long schedules but what irked this time was you two PLANNED it. If it was spontaneous you wouldn’t have been as angry. You sent him a quick text saying you were going to bed. You bet he would call when you were fast asleep.
You sighed again as you crawled into bed alone. He’s been gone a month now for his latest movie press tour. You thought about seeing him but what was the point? It won’t only last a day or two and you would miss him even more when you left.
You reached over to touch the pillow on Tom’s side of the bed.You pulled it close to you and almost cried, his cologne no longer there. You eventually fell asleep, holding his pillow.
Tom’s ring tone broke the silence of your bedroom. You groaned, leaning over to see the time. It was well past one am but you answered anyways. “Hey,”
“Oh my god, y/n. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to miss your call!” he apologized frantically.
“It’s okay, Tommy, I know you’re busy.”
“No it’s not okay. We planned it and everything. I should have answered. I’m so sorry.”
“You been saying that a lot, lately, Tom. Sorry. That’s you ever seem to say.” you spoke, your voice harsher than you intended.
Tom froze. “What?”
“This is all we’ve been doing, Tommy, apologizing and I’m sick of it. I can’t take it anymore.”
Tom’s eyes stung. “W-what are you saying?”
You sighed again, feeling a new fresh wave of tears. “I don’t think I can date you anymore, Tom.”
Silence.
“All we do is apologize.” you continued, unable to stop yourself. “Sorry this, sorry, that and I’ve felt nothing but disappointment. A healthy relationship shouldn’t feel that way, don’t you agree? I know it’s hard but...I think we should break up...”
“Y/n please don’t do this...” Tom begged, his voice dry and strained. “At least...at least wait until I come home.”
“Which will be when?” you asked.
Tom didn’t answer.
“That’s what I thought. I’m sorry, Tommy.” You hung up and put your phone aside. You knew you had to. It was only a matter of time.
You loved Tom, you really did which is what made this so painful. But you were unhappy and disappointed all the time. Like you told Tom, a good relationship shouldn’t make you feel that way. If it does then something is wrong. You cried your eyes out. To the point where your eyes were red and puffy and the sun was rising. You ignored your phone, hearing Tom’s ring and text tones going on. You felt horrible breaking up over the phone but how long was it gonna be till he came home? You couldn’t wait that long.
You spent a couple days in bed but finally got up to take a shower. You stunk. You needed tea. By the time you were out of the shower, the water was cold. You slipped on a robe and made it into the kitchen, your stomach growling. Nothing sounded good but you needed to eat something.
You weren't sure how long it was but there was a knock on the door. Reluctantly you went over to answer and you wish you haven’t.
“Tom?”
“Can I come in?” If you looked bad, Tom looked even worse. Messy hair, red and puffy eyes.
“I don’t think-”
“Please.” he cut off.
You stepped aside and he followed you in. “I understand why you broke us up, I do.” he began. “You were right. All we do is apologize. But then I thought again and realized there had to be something else. Another reason for you to end things like that. So tell me, y/n. What was it? And don’t lie to me.”
Tom was stern and serious. You two been together long enough to read each other emotionally. You crossed your arms together, looking away from him to glance at the window. “It was a few weeks ago...” you spoke softly. “The paparazzi...they tried to...take pictures of me...”
Tom’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Yeah. I caught them at the window over there. I don’t know if it was just me they wanted or what but...I guess that was the last straw...”
“Y/n...” Tom’s heart sank.
“My privacy shouldn’t be invaded, Tom.” you spoke.
“You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I promise, y/n, I’ll find out who did this.”
“Don’t bother. They didn’t get any pics.”
“Still, it was a crime. Let me do this.”
“Why? You’re not my boyfriend anymore, Tom.”
That hurt. That really hurt. Your words were like a knife through Tom’s heart. He was hoping he could come and surprise you and get back together. But it doesn’t look like it will end that way.
“Y/n please...” Tom begged.
“Don’t. I think you should leave.”
Tom just stood there, completely stunned that this was happening. He was hoping he was having a nightmare and he would wake up next to you. But no. This was real. “Y/n...please don’t this...I love you.”
“Don’t make me kick you out.” you spoke, a small flame of anger starting to grow in the pit of your stomach. “I don’t have the energy to yell.”
Tom just stood there.
“Tom.” you warned him, unable to look at him anymore. “I mean, it leave.”
You went up to him to push him out but you were half-hearted. You weren’t sure if you really didn’t want him to leave or if you were exhausted. Probably a mix of both. Instead Tom just wrapped his arms around you and cried. “Tom, please leave...” you sobbed into his chest, gripping his shirt.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
You held on to him as tight as you could, both of you crying. “I’m sorry.” sobbed.
“Shhhh it’s okay.” Tom kissed your temple, stroking your damp hair. “I’m sorry, too. I’ve been a shitty boyfriend.”
“Can we start over?” you whimpered.
Tom tucked his fingers under your chin, meeting your eyes with his. He smiled. “I’d like that. I really would.”
“Shouldn’t you be at your press tour?”
“Don’t worry about that. You’re all that matters to me right now.”
“But Tom, you left in the middle of it...to come see me...all your fans...”
“They understand I said I had a family emergency.”
“But Tommy...you need to go back.”
“Y/n...” he protested.
“I’ll come with you.” you decided.
Tom smiled. “You’d do that?”
You nodded. “I can’t let you leave again. Not without me by your side.”
Summary: An afternoon walk turns interesting when you run into your ex.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this! It was fuelled by my Shirin music binge and a weekend of about no sleep. It’s not edited, but here’s to hoping it still makes sense!
Small droplets of water fell peacefully against the large tiles on the pavement. Dark clouds covered most of the sky, and the soothing sound of the rain seemed to have the same effect on the rest of southern London. The whole city just felt lazy, there was no other way to describe it.
You loved it. The British autumn had always been your favorite season. Maybe it was the memories you attached to the season, your past always seemed so much more idyllic in the cozy evenings of lazy, rainy Saturdays.
The wind was driving your hair wild. Your white beanie didn’t really do much to help, but your ears were warm. You were cocooned in your red coat, hands stuffed into the large pockets. You loved everything about autumn. But the nostalgia always overtook your brain. The orange and brown leaves, flying around, close to the ground, brought back memories of long walks in the woods; soft palms and calloused fingers holding onto your own. They brought back images of bright smiles; loud laughs; hot chocolate kisses and brown eyes, watery from harsh winds.
Even with the gloomy weather, you felt giddy. You were having dinner with your best friends later that evening. It had been a while since you had seen them last. Work always managed to get in the way.
You looked up from the concrete blocks beneath your boots and noticed that you were almost at the grocery store. There was a light buzz of people around, far less than there would have been, had it not been raining. But still enough to make London feel like a city and not a commercial for the newest model of a car.
The glass doors slid open, greeting you happily with a “ding” from the electronic bell. You had never understood how anyone could work for hours with that bell, without going insane at some point.
Normally white aisles were covered in brown water streaks, and the sound of shrieking shoes clashed against your eardrums. A single overhead light flickered inconsistently, dawning the place in a midnight atmosphere. Muffled conversations could be heard throughout the store, and everything was exactly as it should be.
Your eyes fluttered along the aisles, searching for the products you needed. In fact, you didn’t really need anything, nor did you want anything. But you had been sitting at home, with a cup of tea, and something had just told you that you needed to get out of the house. Your gut was probably right about that; you had been holed up at your flat, working tirelessly on a work project for days.
In fact, it had been a long while, since the last time you had taken time to just wander around the city. The electronic bell rang once again, and you moved from the dairy section towards drinks. Row after row of differing teas, differently processed coffee beans, and of course what you were there for; the hot chocolate.
"Y/N?" Your hand stills in the air, freezing where it was reaching for a box of hot chocolate powder. Silently you let out a breath of air, squeezing your eyes shut, wishing that the voice was only your imagination. You relax the muscles in your arm, and it falls gently down your side. With a last quick breath, you open your eyes, and sure enough there he is.
Brown boots, the same ones he wore all that time ago, you can tell by the small green stain near the ankle. That was your paint, you remembered that day vividly. Flashes of wide smiles, flying paint, and empty canvases. Hugs from behind kisses on paint covered noses and laughs that you could only relive in your dreams.
Acid wash denim jeans, ripped at the knees, just the way he preferred it. But you knew those jeans, and the holes weren't artificial. They had torn during the many days you had spent together, hurting yourself on the highest branches in the tallest tree in the forest behind his house.
The black coat was new, but that made sense, considering how he always managed to forget his coat somewhere ridiculous. You remembered how confused you had been, when he was sitting at your dinner table, admitting with red cheeks, and downwards cast eyes, that he had forgotten it at a magazine interview. Later that evening you had found it for sale on eBay.
Your eyes finally reached his, and the familiar warm feeling arose in your gut. They were autumn brown. Whenever you had told him that, as whispered confessions, he laughed at you. He didn't get it, he never got how you could see an entire season in just his eyes. How his eyes always reminded you of wet tree trunks, fallen leaves, and hot chocolate. You remembered why autumn was your favorite season.
His hair was a curly mess on the top of his head, blown through by the wind, and your fingers itched to run through it. Clenching your fist, you smiled at him.
"Tom," his mouth quirked up in a smile at the sound of his name rolling through your lips. "I didn't know you were in town."
"No... No, I'm, ehm." He took a step closer to you, lifting the item in his hand. "I'm only in town to take care of my mum." The packet of kleenex was balanced perfectly between his fingers, and you could almost feel them running through your hair.
"Yeah.. she mentioned that she was coming down with a cold." A low chuckle whisked through the aisle. You raised an eyebrow at him, but couldn't help the smile that emerged on your own lips.
"Sorry, I just find it a little strange that my mum still talks to my ex-girlfriend." The small smile that had decorated his face oh so effortlessly, disappeared and was immediately replaced by a small frown. Ouch. You had never really thought about it that way. In your mind, he wasn't really your ex-boyfriend. You didn't know what he was, but that word always felt... too real.
With a reluctant nod, you shuffled on your feet, watching the water on the floor move with your movement.
"If you're not busy, we could go for a cup of hot chocolate." His eyes were warm again, flittering across your face in that special Tom Holland way, that made your breath catch in your throat.
"Yeah," you felt the warmth in your stomach spread upwards, into your cheeks, and you felt the sudden need to hide your blushing face from him. You didn't. "Yeah, I would like that."
While Tom ended up buying the Kleenex, you came out the store empty handed. The weather was still gloomy outside, but the wind had stilled a bit. As you walked, you couldn't help but notice the distance between the two of you. Had it been only a year prior, there wouldn't have been so much as a centimeter between you, fingers intertwined and arms tangled. Even mentally, the distance wouldn't have been there. You would have laughed about something stupid that happened to him on set or whatever funny thing your little brother and Patty had been up to.
But the air was filled with small talk, the kind you hated. How's work? Where do you live now? How did that one project work out? How's your grandma? Oh, she passed I'm so sorry.
You couldn't stand it. Any of it. Neither the distance nor the fact that the distance wasn't big enough. Your mind was a clutter. Happy memories were thrown in with the sad. You knew that you should just walk away, never look back on something that took you so long to get over, while the other part of you wanted to rekindle something that once was.
Tom came to a sudden stop and you almost bumped into him. You were on the corner of two quiet streets, this had been one of your favorite spots in the world. Once upon a time, it had been your spot.
Upon seeing your hesitation, Tom brought his hand to the back of his neck, scratching slowly right where you remembered his curls meeting his skin.
"Is this okay? If not we can go somewhere else." His hair was getting darker from the rain, so you just nodded with a quick smile.
"No, no." You looked up at the place, white and orange flowers littering the walls, and the inviting warm light coming from the windows. "This is great." Deciding, that you might as well enjoy this, rather than comply to the annoyingly persistent butterflies in your stomach, you cast him a grin, before making your way up the steps, and inside the warm cafe.
"Y/N, Tom! It's so nice to see you again." Michelle, the nice middle-aged lady greeted you. "It's been so long." She smiled at the both of you, happiness shining through her blue eyes. The greying hair fell down to her shoulders in large curls, and the "Star Baker!" apron, was tied tightly around her waist. God, you had missed her.
You didn't fight your sudden urge to hug her, so you quickly sidestepped the disk and brought her in for a hug, which was gladly returned.
"My goodness child, you're all wet." Despite the slight disgust in her voice, a happy laugh bubbled out of her. "I'll make up the usual for you, then I can take your coats to dry."
"Michelle, you don't have to that." Tom smiled at the woman, holding his arms out for a hug. Michelle let go of you and ran around to the other side of the disk and straight into his arms. As your eyes met Tom's, you quickly looked down at the ground, ashamed that you wanted to run into his arms too.
As the woman took your orders, and then coats through the protesting, you and Tom sat down at your usual table. Right next to the western window, looking out over the small courtyard that accompanied the cafe. You sat there, silence emerging around you. It had been a good ten minutes before your order came, and still, neither of you had said a word.
"I'm sorry." He finally broke it, eyes on the mug of hot chocolate in his hands. "I've wanted to say that for a year now." He looks up, meeting your eyes again, and your shoulders straighten up slightly at the sorrow-filled look in his eyes.
"I'm not gonna pretend that I didn't need to hear that." You say, voice quiet, scared that Michelle will find out that her favorite customers have broken up. "Can I talk?" You look intently into his eyes, searching them for any form of hesitation, you only find regret.
"I was angry at you for so long. So long! What you did, I never imagined it would hurt as much as it did." Again your eyes fell towards the mug in your own hands, running your index finger on the rim, before glancing back up at him. "Do you remember that night?"
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The sky was littered with stars above the two of you. You were lying on the red picnic blanket, on the balcony of your flat. Every once in a while one of you would point towards the sky, fixated on showing the other a star, that in one way or another reminded you of something. For the most part, you would concentrate on finding the satellites.
Your ear was laid against the left side of his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his strong heartbeat. You could feel him exhale his breath on the top of your head. As you lied there, you felt unbelievably calm, overwhelmingly safe and undeniably happy.
If anyone had asked you, a couple of years prior if you would ever find the love of your life, you would have told them off. Back then you didn't believe in something as silly as the love of your life, even love was such a strange concept to you. In your mind, sharing everything you were with someone else seemed completely ridiculous.
You hated being proved wrong, but Tom showed up, and you had never been so thankful for it. Ever. He had turned your world upside down, and suddenly the world made sense. It was like you had experienced the world wrong side up all your life, and then there he was. You could finally sing along to love songs without feeling like you were weird for not understanding what they were singing about.
"I could get used to this." You said as you cuddled closer to Tom, planting a soft kiss right beneath his ear. To your surprise he clenched his jaw, turning his head to look you in the eye.
"Y/N..." His eyes turned mournful in the mere span of a second. It was a punch to your gut, and as a knee-jerk reaction, you sat up, looking down at him. He looked like an angel lying there, right beside you, one hand on your thigh, and the other beneath his head. Brown curls spread out over the blanket, and eyes reflected the stars above him. He's so beautiful, and you slowly felt the tears well up in your eyes. Why... why would he ever make your name sound that sad?
"No... Don't" You feel a sob rise up your throat. "Please don't." He sat up with you. As gently as he could, he pulled you into a hug, slightly awkward from the weird angle. You leaned your head against his shoulder, letting the tears roll out of your eyes and onto his white shirt. "Please." You whispered in a desperate attempt to make him stop doing what you knew he was about to do.
"Promise you'll always remember me." He whispered into your ear, and your heart shattered completely. How could that voice, that voice that you loved so much, hurt like nothing else ever had?
"Don't make me promise that." You straightened up, tangling your hand with his, "People only as you to remember them if they're planning to leave." Your voice was so quiet, if it weren't for the ragged breath he drew in you wouldn't have known whether he heard you or not. "If you're planning to leave please don't ask me to remember it."
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He nodded, and you take in a sharp breath, like a knife scratching the insides of your lungs.
"I get it. I didn't then, but I get it now." You look him directly in the eye, and god you miss him. "In a way, you were doing me a favor. At least that's what you told yourself wasn't it?" He opened his mouth, preparing to answer you, but you shook your head, quickly continuing. "You see, what hurt wasn't really that you broke up with me, not even how you did it, even though doing it on an anniversary wasn't your best idea, it was the fact that you made a decision, that I should have been part of."
"Y/N, I didn't want you to have to deal with me traveling so much, we would never have time to see each other. I thought what I did was better than the alternative." He pushed his mug to the side, intertwining his hands, and laying them on the table, eyes fixated on you.
"The alternative? You mean talking to me about it? Finding out that I had just talked to my boss, and come to an agreement that would have made it possible for me to travel with you. You mean the alternative? Like the fact that your mother was so excited when I told her that I was ready to marry you if you asked?" You let out a huff of frustration, and you catch a glimpse of the confusion flashing through Tom's eyes.
"You really think this is better than the alternative? Angry hot chocolate, in a cafe we both used to love. We could have been in love, but you decided we were better off being strangers."
"I... I didn't know."
"Obviously not!" The anger boiled in the pit of your stomach, and your hands were clenched around the fragile porcelain. "I appreciate you saying sorry, but it doesn't really do me any good now."
"I'm so so so sorry." His voice was softer, probably softer than you had ever heard it be, and it calmed you down immediately.
"Listen, I can't sit here and pretend that I have forgiven you completely, and I'm not even sure I can sit here pretending to be friends." He leans back in his seat, eyes focused on you like they have been almost the entire time, burning holes through you.
The silence took over again, the both of you just sitting there, coming to the realization that it's over.
"If you ever find it in you to forgive me... please call me." He's sincere, even if Tom's an amazing actor, he could never fake that tone in his voice. You knew that because it had always been reserved just for you. "I'm willing to wait for you."
You don't know how to answer, so you opt on not answering at all. Nodding quickly and standing up. The mug is still in your hand, and you retrieve your now dry coat, before walking back to Tom. You set the mug down on the table. "Thank you, Tom." You smile, maybe a small smile, but you're emotionally drained so you take it as a victory. And with a final look at the love of your life, you let go of the hot chocolate.
I’m easily distracted tonight (I’ve been trying to write for the last 3 hours and have put exactly zero words into print) so to amuse myself I’m going to sneak-peek you all a segment from each of the works in my drafts.
All of this will be coming at some point this year.
Return of the Queen
Eira and I flew, she in her dragon form, myself transformed into a raven, until I grew too tired to keep up with her strong wings. Not content to leave me behind, she allowed me to rest upon her back, carrying me to the farthest ends of the known kingdoms of Asgard until at last we reached the Great Barrier.
It was as far as she could take us.
The rest was up to me.
A Delicate Romance
I liked this girl. A lot. But those three things couldn't be ignored, and when I fell across my bed and closed my eyes, they put themselves on blast.
Could I be in a relationship with someone I couldn't touch freely?
Could I reconcile my need for contact with her reticence toward it?
And perhaps the most bothersome of the ghastly trio...was it feasible for me to attempt a romantic attachment with a woman I could potentially never take to bed?
They were hard questions with even harder answers, and I was too tired to analyze any of it. Let it sort itself out.
Sugar Skull
He wakes, rising slowly, the slumber still heavy in his limbs as he leaves his bed. The place beside him is still warm, vacant but not for so very long that the heat left behind by her body has yet cooled. He touches the twisted sheets where they loved each other during the night, bringing the pillow to his face to inhale her warm scent, his nose tickled by a stray hair left behind. Blue. Once his least favorite color, now growing on him considerably.
A glance toward the open balcony shows him the falling of night, and he smiles.
This isn't just any night on the calendar. This isn't just any night at all. This is a night when the fates smile upon him, when all that is hidden is revealed.
For on this night he walks as the man he truly is, without second glance or stare or look of horror from the mortals. On this night he is one of a million ghouls that roam the city, free.
He lets his skin turn blue and enters the night.
A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement
His eyes fell to the restraints, widening a little in surprise - but there was nothing in them to imply he was anything less than willing and eager to find out what they were for. I petted his forehead and told him he was a good boy.
The sweet smile he rewarded me with gave me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I wanted to know everything he kept hidden behind it. But rules were rules, and Tommy’s past was his own.
Attaching the chain to his collar, I laid my palm over his eyes till he closed them, obedient and compliant as always.
The Gucci Incident
Adam turned slowly, casting an annoyed glare at Loki till the big god finally met eyes with him and shrugged.
“It was Jack’s idea.”
The vampire said nothing, not verbally anyway; he didn’t need to. Loki blinked hard and sighed, getting down on his knees to look under the bus for the errant enchanted bedroom slippers.
“At least they’re Gucci, they won’t go near the rough end of town.”
As-yet unnamed Body Double oneshot
“I’m going to sleep in the guest room, that’s where I’m going.”
“No sweetie, you’re not.”
She turned around and shot him a nasty look. The cramp was getting intense and she wanted nothing more than to lay down and put her feet up, but the annoyingly calm tone of Tom’s voice was rubbing her wrong.
“Yes I am!”
“No babe,” he said gently, staring at her feet. “I think your water just broke.”
this started as a self indulged smut fic so i wasnt planning to write this much but i had a hard time stopping lol i may write a part two with more smut.
warnings: none its all fluff and smut. maybe a tiny bit of angst if you look hard enough
Tonight was the last night you and Tom had together for the next three months as he was going to film yet another movie. You proud as hell of him but at the same time you wish he wasn’t leaving. It was selfish of you it felt like but he was your boyfriend after all. You were gonna miss him.
“Let’s make the most of this evening yeah darling?” Tom’s voice was husky and deep.
You were smelling the flowers Tom bought for you-a rather large bouquet of your favorites, filling your room with the sweet scent of lilies.
You turned around to face Tom who approached you. He laced your fingers with his, lightly pressing your foreheads together. “Gonna miss you, love.”
“Me too.” You tried not to cry.
“It’s gonna be busy as hell. Probably won’t be able to see you y/n till I get back...”
“It’s okay, Tommy.”
“Let me make this night rememberable yeah?”
Tom kissed you softly, making you moan. You wrapped your arms around him as his tongue played with yours. God you were gonna miss him.
You jumped onto his waist and he had no problem holding you. He carried you back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot. He never stopped kissing you the whole time, your lips already sore but you didn’t care.
Tom went from your lips to your jawline then to your neck, making sure to leave marks that will last.
“Tommy please…” you begged.
Tom smirked. “Tonight is all about you, love.” he said meeting your eyes again. “I’ll give you anything you want. All you have to his ask.”
Your fingers curled around his shirt and he understood. Tom slipped it off and you whimpered seeing his beautiful collar bone that were infatuated with for some reason.
“I want you. Nice and slow.”
Tom smirked. “My favorite.”
He kissed you again as he undressed you. By the time you both were nude you were soaked.
“Ready darling?”
You nodded. Tom lined himself up and gently pressed himself inside of you after slipping on a condom. He leaned over you, kissing your neck and lips as he began to thrust nice and slow just as you requested. Your drenched walls clenched around his manhood. He already found your clit and held his tip there in place.
“Gonna miss you love.” he murmured between peppered kisses on your neck.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You were seeing stars as you experienced your first but not the last orgasm of the night.
It didn’t take long for you to resemble a leopard with purple bruises left by Tom’s mouth.
He tended to your breasts, sucking and biting on your petals making your toes curl. Something told you neither of you were getting much sleep tonight.
Tom continued to praise you, saying how much he was gonna miss you and how he would think about you.
Tom paused as he hovered over you, panting. You were both sweaty and out of breath.
“I love you so much, darling.” Tom brushes his thumb over your cheek.
You blinked tears from your eyes as you smiled up at him. “I love you too, Tommy.”
He kissed you for knows how many times that night. “Maybe you can visit me yeah?”
You sniffed, nodding. You kissed his bicep. “I want to ride you.”
He smirked. “You sure?”
You nodded again. You switched positions as you were now sitting on Tom’s waist. He gripped yours as you began to move up and down on his dick. You moaned as your eyes were closed. This was absolutely one your favorite positions. You loved seeing him unravel underneath you. You leaned over as you thrust some more, Tom squeezing your breasts. You moaned out his name.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n.”
You moaned in response, seeing stars. You paused, taking a breath but his dick still inside of you.
Tom admired you from below as he smiled. “Done yet?” he smirked.
“I don’t think so” you smirked back.
*
Taking a break, Tom leaned over and grabbed his phone.
“What are you doing?” you asked as you were still nude, the sheet poorly covering your body. “Taking a photo. Not gonna wanna forget this beautiful sight.”
“Thomas.” you scolded, covering yourself up. “You serious? What if someone finds your phone and sees them! Or what if you accidentally send them to someone?!”
Tom chuckled. “I won’t darling, trust me. Please?” He pouted his lip and gave you those puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t resist and he knew it.
You sighed. “Only if I get some of you.”
“Deal.”
You were out of your comfort zone as you posed nearly nude for Tom. He smiled and praised you as he clicked away. Your confidence build up just enough to fully remove the sheet. “Beautiful.” he said, taking a pic.
You giggled. “Okay this is kinda fun. But I swear to god Tom if Harrison or anyone sees these…”
“Darling relax. I’ll hide them in my phone. I promise.”
You sighed. “You better.” You held up your phone. “Now it’s my turn.”
Tom smirked. You lost count on how many racy photos you took of Tom. “Why do you have so many of my collar bone?”
he asked.
“Because it’s gorgeous.” you giggled.
“Hm okay?” He kissed your forehead, still not understanding. “It’s getting rather late, y/n. We should sleep a few hours at least.”
“I guess…” You put your phone away and turned to face him. “I’m really going to miss you, Tom especially after tonight.”
He smiled. “I know darling. But we can do it.” He pulled you close to his bare chest, covering you both with the sheet. “Shhh. Sleep now.”
*
You couldn’t stop crying as you got ready to head to the airport. Tom tried his best to calm you down but it was useless. It was three months. You wouldn’t see him for three months. He says you would visit but that was highly unlikely so you don’t get your hopes up. You loved that he was acting but sometimes but a damper on your relationship. Now your glad you took those pics of Tom last night because you were definitely going to use them later.
You and Tom held hands as you approached the private plane which you were grateful for. You couldn’t handle the paparazzi right now. You gave Jacob a big hug who was going with Tom. They shared their weird handshake. Jacob went inside as you and Tom were still just outside the stairwell. You kept it to yourself that you jealous of Jacon going and not you. But you weren’t an actor. Just Tom’s girlfriend.
“Please don’t cry, love. I’ll be back before you know it.”
You sniffed. “If you stay any longer, your director will feel my wrath.”
Tom laughed. “I promise. Not a day passed the schedule.”
He caressed your face. You gazed in his gorgeous eyes, remembering that beautiful golden honey color that you fell in love with the moment you first met him.
“I love you so much, baby.” He spoke with such a gentle tone, almost like a lullaby.
“I love you too, Tommy.” you sniffed. You played with his curls. They would most likely be gone by the time he returned. You smiled. You loved them so much. You felt his soft skin and his collarbone that peeked out from his V-neck shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, smelling his cologne. He hugged you back, his hand on your head. You felt his lips press against your forehead. You two stood there just like that for what felt like hours.
You reluctantly pulled away. Tom looked up at the plane and you understood that it was time for him to leave. “Don’t fall in love with any costars while you’re gone.” you joked, knowing he wouldn’t.
“I’d only leave you for Jake Gyllanhal.” he teased that made you laugh.
“Well he is rather dreamy.”
Tom held your face in his hands again, foreheads pressed. “Gonna miss you so fucking much.” he murmured.
“Me too.”
He gently kissed you on the lips, fresh tears falling from your eyes as well as Tom. You pulled him closer to you. Heat spread all over your body as the kiss deepened. It lasted a lifetime before he pulled away.
“I have to go.” he said solemnly.
“Be safe. Get lots of sleep.”
“I will. I promise.”
He pecked you on the lips one more time before he headed for the plane. You felt cold when his hand departed your own. He looked at you one last time, the tears still streaming down his face as the stairs lifted and Tom disappeared. You waited there seeing the plane take off. You knew dating Tom wasn’t going to be easy but you went after him anyways. But you had no idea you would have loved this much. This hurt far more than you could have ever imagined. You missed him already and he just left. These next few months were going to be the hardest of your life.
It was a few days before Tom managed to call you. He sent you texts saying he landed safely.
“Hey, baby.” he greeted on the other end. You could imagine his smile. God you missed his voice. You were wet already.
“Hey, Tommy.”
“You doing okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. I stole one of your hoodies.” You were currently cuddled on the couch wearing said hoodie, smelling it.
Tom scoffed. “I knew you would so I left you your favorite one.”
“Thank you, baby. How’s filming?”
“Awesome. I’m trying to get as much done as we can.”
“Tell me you’re getting your eight hours?” you chimed.
“Hmm more like six.”
“Tommy.” you sighed.
“I know, baby, I know. But we have a lot of late nights.”
“You promised.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll tell my director alright?”
“You better.”
“How’s Tess?”
“She misses you. She lays on your side of the bed.”
“You both like the way I smell.” Tom teased.
You giggled. “It’s the cologne.”
“I’m sorry but I have to go. They’re done with my make up.”
“I hope they go easily on the eyeshadow.” you teased.
“Very funny, y/n. That’s not the kind of makeup and you know it.”
“I really miss you Tommy” you told him.
“I miss you too. Like a lot. I gotta go okay? I love you, y/n.”
“I love you more.”
“I don’t think so.”
You and Tom finally managed to hang up. As figured he wasn’t getting his sleep. You loved that boy but he had a hard time with self care, mostly with getting enough sleep. He always put everyone he loved and his job first so he seemed to have little love left for himself. But that’s where you came in. You made sure he got his sleep and drank water and not overschedule himself. Honestly you wondered how the boy was even still alive before he met you. You started out as his assistance but things quickly heated up between the two of you. You knew him for less than a year before you two started dating. It’s already been six months since then and this was the first time he’s been away for more than a couple weeks.
A few weeks later Jacob texted you and he said there was a chance for you to visit while the directors were reviewing and editing what they filmed for trailers. Would take a week. You hopped on the chance, not telling Tom.
You took the first flight you could, packing a bag and Tess. You nagged Jacob to death making sure Tom had no idea. He was certain.
You met up with Jacob who picked you up from the airport. “Hey, bud!” you greeted, hugging him.
“Tom is gonna freak.” he grinned. “He’s asleep right now.”
“Perfect!” you chimed.
You and Jacob caught up on the ride over here. Apparently Tom talked about you a lot. You blushed, feeling more loved than ever.
You and Jacob entered the house they were renting at the time for filming. It was rather nice and had a view of the ocean. You barely noticed because you were too busy running up the stairs to see Tom. Tess was right behind you.
You paused for a moment when you reached the door. “Ready girl?” you asked her. She did a low bark.
You quietly opened the door and sure enough Tom was passed out on the bed. You felt bad for waking him up considering you wanted him to get his sleep. But this was a special occasion.
“Go get him.” you told her.
Tessa barked and ran towards the bed, jumping on it. She stood right over Tom, licking him. You giggled.
“Tess? What the fuck? How-” He froze when he sat up, seeing you. Tess licked him repeatedly.
“Hey, Tommy.” you giggled.
“How-”
“Jacob helped. He said you had some time off. Thought I’d come say hi.”
Tom flew off the bed and embraced you, twirling you off the floor. You were both laughing, Tess barking happily. Tom gazed at you, his eyes sparkling with joy. He stroked your cheeks. “Y/n…”
You pulled on his shirt, bringing him into a kiss. Can’t believe it’s been two months since you two kissed.
Tess jumped in between you, making you pull apart. You bent down to pet her, Tom doing the same. “Someone is jealous.” you smiled.
“Sorry girl.” Tom said, scratching her favorite spot behind her ear.
“How about we take a walk on the beach?” you suggested, looking back at Tom.
Tom’s Assistance Chapter two. um idk where im going with this lmao.
this is part two of Title? I Don’t Have One lol but im fine with Tom’s Assistance I guess. Basically the reader started as Tom’s personal assistance but they grow close and start dating. I may start a proper beginning if I end up writing another chapter which I most likely will.
warnings: um smut and lots of it. fluff. blow jobs, shower sex. tom being happy. isn’t that what matters? did i mention smut?
word count: 2167
*
All of you went out on the beach, including Jacob. Tom couldn’t keep his hands off you. You didn’t mind considering it’s been two months since you felt his touch.
Tom twirled you around his arms making you laugh and he ‘accidentally’ fell in the water. Tessa barked happily as she ran all over the surf and Jacob sat under an umbrella getting a tan.
“You happy baby?” you asked.
“The happiest guy on earth.” Tom looked handsome as hell only wearing swim trunks with his curls soaked and water running down his abs.
Tom kissed you softly and you kissed back. You two stood there waist deep for longest time just like that, enjoying each other’s touch. The whole time you two barely were a few feet from each other. You were either holding hands or had an arm around one another.
Jacob didn’t even yell a smart remark which you were expecting. Probably felt petty knowing how long it’s been.
“Can’t wait to get you alone with me.” Tom murmured.
You blushed. “Me neither.”
“Gon’ show how much I missed you.” He kissed your neck.
“Did the photos help?” you smirked.
He nodded. “But they weren’t anything compared to the real thing,” His hand stroked up and down your back.
You hugged him even tighter, Tom doing the same. “I’m so happy you came, y/n.”
You kissed his bare chest in response.
Tom suddenly lifted you up, surprising you. “Oh no! I’m gonna lose my footing!” Tom pretended to be scared as he fell back with you in his arms. You weren’t even mad. You just laughed when you came back up.
“You’re a dork.”
Tom looked over at Jacob, waving at him to join you. He got the message and head over, Tess following him.
“Wish Harrison was here and my brothers.” Tom said. “Miss them.”
“You’ll see them soon don’t worry.” you assured him.
Jacob left early with Tess as you and Tom stayed to watch the sunset standing on the surf with Tom behind you in his arms. He kissed your neck repeatedly, making you feel content.
“I hope you’re not too tired love?” he murmured in your ear.
“A little.” you teased.
“Wanna shower with me?”
“Hm that sounds nice.”
Dusk was setting as you and Tom went back into the house, holding hands.
You and Tom undressed and stepped into the shower once he set the temperature. Tom immediately pressed you against the tile, kissing you, making you moan. You wrap your arms around him. “I missed you so much, Tommy.” you murmured against his lips.
Tom pulled away, smiling. “Missed you more.”
You two kissed repeatedly. The sand washed away as the hot water rained down your naked bodies.
After what seemed like hours, you both cleaned yourself properly and stepped out of the shower, drying yourselves.
“Don’t get dressed.” Tom said lustfully.
“Wasn’t going to.” you giggled.
Still a bit damp, you went over to the bed, fully nude. the towel around Tom’s waist fell and you eyed his hard dick. It was a gorgeous sight after two months.
Tom slowly approached you. He pressed his knee on the mattress, gently laying you down on your back.
Your lips met yet again in a heated kiss. Your hand went down to his manhood as you started to stroke it, making Tom shudder.
“You like that baby?” you cooed.
He grunted for his response as he held himself up above you.
“I really miss this part of you, Tommy. I forgot what you taste like.”
Tom grunted again. You had him lie on his back, gripping the sheets. You kissed his lips and left a trail as you made your way down to his dick. Your hand slowly started to twist around his length, making him arch his back. It was already throbbing. He wasn’t going to last long. “Gonna come for me, baby?”
Tom moaned your name, his head tilting back. You bent down to lick his manhood, making him moan even louder. He tasted so good. Blow jobs weren’t exactly your favorite but after so long you made an exception. You tongue stroked along his swollen red tip. A drop of cum was already peaking out.
You smirked. “You’re so close, Tommy.”
“Y/n, I’m gonna-” Tom cummed right there and it was a beautiful sight as the milky liquid drizzled down your hand. You fully formed your mouth over his tip. Tom cried out, arching his back, his length going further down into your mouth.
You let go after several moments licking your lips. “That was beautiful,Tommy.”
He breathed heavily. “Fuck.”
You giggled. “Have to admit you tasted really good.”
He smirked at you. “Now it’s my turn to taste you darling.” You giggled as you climbed over to kiss him, feeling his tongue on yours. You kissed wildly now that you didn’t have an audience. You moaned his name.
Tom’s hand trailed down your body reaching your pussy. He began to massage, your core heating up and getting wetter by the second. You moaned nice and loud, knowing it encouraged him to do more.
Tom gently switched places with you, lips still together. He growled hungrily, tugging your hair.
“Hmm feels good.” you sighed as he continued to play with your womanhood.
“You’re so wet, y/n.”
“Because of you.” you smirked.
Tom chuckled. He kissed your jaw then your neck, leaving marks that would bruise later on. His lips tended your breasts, his tongue brushing over your hard pink petals and the following bruises he left behind. He left a trail of kisses down your stomach, making you speechless. He looked up at you with dark chocolate eyes before pressing his lips to your core. You cried out his name, followed by moans as you felt his tongue swirl around your wet folds. Your legs spread even wider. He gripped your thighs as he tasted your wetness. Your hips rose upward as you felt the tip of his tongue brush along your clit, crying out his name.
“Come for me darling.” His tone was dark and filled with lust.
You gasped as you came into his mouth, his hands holding your waist in place. Tom moaned.
He pulled away after a long moment, licking the cum away from his lips.
“Beautiful, y/n. You taste just like how I remembered.”
You panted heavily, your back on the mattress. “Fuck.”
Tom crawled over to you and kissed you. “Tired baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too. Let’s sleep yeah?”
You agreed as Tom went to the bathroom help and came back with a rag to clean you both up and tossed the rag in the basket. He then crawled next to you, pulling the covers over you. Normally you didn’t like sleeping nude but you were too tired to get dressed. Tom hugged you tightly from behind, his arm over you with your fingers laced. Your eyes closed within minutes. Tom smiled down at you. He kissed the back of your ear, silently telling himself that he wanted to marry you one day.
*
Both of you slept in the next day. You never felt happier than waking up to your man by your side.
“Good afternoon, sleepyhead.” You kissed him softly.
He pulled you close to him to where your breasts pressed gently against his chest.
“That was the best sleep I had in weeks.” he smiled, caressing your face.
“Hmm. I’m glad.”
“Is it just me or do you smell bacon?” you asked.
“Jacob is probably cooking.” he said.
“Bet I will get there first!” You suddenly jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed, Tom whining behind you about you cheating, slipping on shorts.You were gonna win but he slid down the railing, beating you.
“Who’s the cheater now!” you called.
Tom beat you to the kitchen, already grabbing some bacon.
“Don’t hate me because I’m faster.”
“Pft you cheated.”
“Afternoon.” Jacob greeted. “Coffee is ready.”
“Yes.” you said, immediately going to the pot.
“So you two have fun?” he teased, pointing at Tom’s hickies on chest with his spatula that decorated his shoulders and collarbone.
Tom grinned. “Loads of fun.”
You glared at Tom, not liking the idea of him going into detail with Jacob about your sexy activities.
“Don’t you dare, Thomas.”
“Oooh she said Thomas. You know she’s serious.” Jacob grinned.
“I wasn’t.” he whined.
“Good.”
“I don’t wanna know anyways.” he said, putting fresh, hot bacon on a plate.
“See? No need to Thomas me.” Tom smiled.
You stuck your tongue at him, Tom returning a goofy face.
“Couldn’t decide on pancakes or French Toast so I made both.” said Jacob, motioning towards the hot griddle.
“Nice!” Tom grinned, grabbing a plate.
“Not chocolate chip I hope? Those are nasty.” you said.
“Blueberry.” Jacob smiled.
“God I love you.” Those were your favorite. You pecked Jacob on the cheek.
“Hey now.” Tom scolded.
“Might leave you for this guy. He knows how to cook.” you teased, giggling.
“I can cook.”
“Pasta.” you said.
“But you love pasta.”
“I do.” you admitted, kissing him on the lips to assure you were just teasing.
All three of you sat on the balcony, enjoying the weather and the view of the beach. Jacob was last.
Tom looked so relaxed and happy, something you missed after being gone for so long. You moved to his lap after you finished breakfast, his arm around you, his hand on your thigh. Jacob didn’t mind. He knew how much Tom cared about you and vise versa.
“Smile.” he said, holding up his phone.
You didn’t mind as you posed for the camera. “Take some more!” you giggled.
You gave Tom a kiss, the kiss deepening. Jacob took more pics, saying how cute you two were together. You pulled away, blushing. Tom ran his fingers through your hair, just admiring your beauty.
“Gonna put these on instagram.” Jacon giggled.
“You think that’s a good idea?” you said. “I know how crazy his fans are. Don’t want them to get jealous.”
“Nah they love you.”
You blinked. “Really?”
Jacob nodded.
“He’s right. They really like us together, darling.” Tom kissed your jawline.
You checked your phone and within minutes the photos gained hundreds of likes and positive comments.
“Oh.” you said, smiling. For some reason you never really paid any attention to that stuff. But it felt good knowing that the fans loved and supported your romantic relationship with Tom.
You liked Jacob’s post and left a comment, fans immediately replying. You giggled.
“Alright there darling?” Tom grinned.
“They love us!”
“Told you.” said jacob.
You met Tom’s eyes again and they were bright and golden from the sun you couldn’t help but to kiss him again. Tom gladly returned the affection.
“What was that for?” he smiled.
“Your eyes are so pretty.” you grinned.
“Yours too.” he said, stroking your cheek.
Jacob made fake gagging sounds, Tom laughing. You flipped Jacob off.
“I’m gonna go before I throw up.” he said, getting up.
“Alright man. Thanks again for breakfast.”
“No prob.” They shared a handshake before Jacob left.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with his hair. “Hey let’s lay down on the hammock.” You just noticed the netting on the far side of the balcony.
Actually the balcony was way bigger than you thought. It wrapped around to reveal potted plants and a hot tub.
“Sounds good to me.” Tom followed you to the hammock and you both got comfortable. You laid down on his stomach, rather to see his beautiful face than the ocean.
You kissed him again, his arms going up under your shirt, massaging your back. You hummed happily, feeling content.
Tess came outside with you and after saying hello she laid down right beside you on the deck.
“I don’t know if I can leave this place, Tommy.” you admitted, laying your chin on his chest.
He chuckled. “We won’t have to.”
“What?”
“Bought this morning, love. It’s ours.”
You sat up, gawking at him. “You serious?”
He smiled. “I knew you would love it. So yeah I made a few calls and sealed the deal.”
You smiled back, embracing him, laughing.
“Course we have to leave to get our stuff to move properly once filming is done,” he said.
You nodded. “I can’t believe…” You couldn’t even finish.
Tom cupped your face. “I’m crazy about you, y/n. I wanted us to have space just for us.”
“We haven’t even been together that long, Tommy.”
He smiled. “Don’t care, y/n. I love you.”
You smiled back, feeling emotional. Your boyfriend just bought a fancy house and you haven't even been together a year. You lean over to kiss him deeply, Tom’s hand behind your head. “Can’t believe you just started out as my assistance.” he chuckled.
You smiled. “Yeah me neither. Seems like forever ago.”
Tom kissed you again. “Crazy about you ya know that?”
i’ve been reading so many damn good fluffy Tom fics lately I had to contribute so here’s a super cute fluffy fic where Tom and the fem!reader share their first kiss! it didnt end as i planned but still pretty darn cute!!! i hope you like it! @lovelyspidey @spiderboytotherescue
no warnings, just lots of fluff.
You were surprised as hell when your friend Tom showed up to give you a lift from work. “Tommy what are you doing here?” you asked, confused. He was suppose to work today so you didn’t expect him to see his pretty face.
“Well, since I got off work early, I thought I’d spend the day with my best friend.” he said with a big grin.
You blushed. “Sounds good to me.”
“Do I get a hug or do I have to steal one from you, love?”
His little pen names drove you crazy and his accent didn’t help. Friends call each other love right?
You practically jumped into his arms. He’s been rather busy lately promoting Far From Home so you were more enthusiastic than usual when you ever got to spend time with him. He smelled so good as you embraced, your head buried in his chest. He held you tight with his arms wrapped around you.
“Wanna go to the beach?” he asked.
“Heck yeah.” you said without a hitch.
“We can go to your place so you can get ready.” You missed the warmth from the embrace as he let go. You swore Tom was the definition of chivalry as he opened his car door for you. A wave of heat rushed up to your cheeks as you giggled. “You make me feel so fancy whenever you do that, Holland.” You slid into the passenger seat.
“What can I say? I have manners.”
You giggled again. Tom walked up to the front of the car, sliding over the hood and doing a flip. “Show off.” you shouted at him.
Tom laughed. The car roared to life and he drove you back to your apartment which wasn’t too far from work. “Want me to come in?”
“Of course, silly.”
The car alarm went off as the two of you headed up to your loft. Luckily you had nothing planned today after work so a beach day with Tom it was. “I have your favorite tea,” you told him as you went into the elevator, “You can make some while I get ready.”
Tom smiled. “Sounds good to me.”
He seemed rather quiet today, like something was on his mind. You wanted to ask him but you assumed if he wanted to tell you, he would have.
Tom immediately went into the kitchen as you got ready in your room. All he could think about was how he was going to ask you out. A million ideas swirled into his mind, almost giving him a headache so he was grateful or the tea you offered. You have been friends for what seemed like forever and he had to force himself not to kiss you or give you any signs of affection. He had no idea if you felt the same way. You were just friends. But hopefully not for long.
“What do you think?” you asked as you swirled into the living room. You wore a white knitted cover over your green olive swimsuit.
Tom’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he nearly choked on his tea. “Wow, you look great.”
You giggled, noticing his reaction that he failed to hide. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
The words, I love you, almost blurted from his mouth but he sipped more of his tea to keep his mouth shut. “Ready love?” he asked.
“Almost. Gotta put on the sunscreen. Remember what happened last time?”
“Don’t I ever.”
The one time you forgot sunscreen, you received a wicked sunburn. It was not fun.
“Can you help with me back?”
Tom blushed hard, clearing his throat. “Y-yeah. Sure.”
He couldn’t help but to watch as you applied the sunscreen. Good god, he was a mess.
“Tom?”
Your voice brought him back to reality as he blinked back into focus. “What are you staring at so hard for?”
“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I couldn’t remember if I put some on or not.” he lied.
You laughed. “You’re such a dork.” she said, tossing you the bottle.
Tom rolled his eyes as he squirted some of the sunscreen onto his palms, then rubbing it in a bit. “Okay turn,” You turned around, your back facing Tom. You shuddered when you felt his large hands rub the stuff on your back. Get your mind out of the gutter, woman, you scolded silently to yourself. Friends don’t think dirty thoughts about each other. He’s not your boyfriend.
Tom did his best to clear his mind but he was already hard underneath. He hoped you didn’t notice once he finished applying the sunscreen.
“Tommy, what’s up with you?” you asked, facing him again. “You’ve been so quiet.”
He gulped. Fuck. He was praying that this wouldn’t happen yet. At least not till the beach. “Nothing.”
“Tom, don’t lie. I know when you’re lying.”
Tom took a deep breath and exhaled as he lied his forearms on the kitchen counter, lowering his head. “I need to tell you something but...I’m scared to.”
“Tommy, what is it? You know you can tell me anything.” Your voice laced with concern.
He closed his eyes tightly. “I like you. Like a lot.”
You froze. Did he say what you thought you heard? “W-what?”
“I like you, Y/N.” He looked up this time, his cheeks flushed. “I was gonna tell you at the beach but...that obviously didn’t go as planned.”
You smiled. “Tommy…”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I know you’re like my best friend, but I-” You interrupted him with a peck on the cheek, making him shut up instantly. He looked at you astounded.
“I like you, too, Tommy.”
“You do?”
You nodded, giggling. “You are so oblivious.”
“Hey.” he pouted.
Tom pulled you in for a hug as you laughed. “Is it weird that I think sunscreen smells good?” you wondered aloud.
He laughed this time, a sound you never get tired of. “Not at all. You’re perfect the way you are.”
You looked up at him, still embraced. Heat rushed to your face. You realized you were hugging your friend who you just confessed you had a crush on, dressed half naked in your two piece swimsuit.
“I really want to kiss you, right now.” Tom confessed, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
“I thought you were wanting to save that for the beach.” you teased.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
You blushed even harder at the thought of his lips against yours. You’ve imagined it many times but now this was actually happening. You were excited and terrified at the same time.
“Tommy?”
“Yes, love?”
“Does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?”
“I sure hope so.”
You giggled loudly. “I would like that. I would like that more than anything.”
Tom looked up to admire you as he smiled. He tilted your head ever so slightly so he could lean down and kiss you. A tingling sensation washed over your body. His lips tasted like the tea he just drank-peach and honey; that combined with the smell of sunscreen. Not the scents you imagined associating with your first kiss. But it would be something you would never forget.
“Can we go to the beach now, Tommy?” you asked after you two finally stopped kissing. Felt like it lasted a lifetime.
“Of course, Love.” He took your hand into his, your fingers laced.
