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sluttywonwoo · 4 months

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instead of you [part thirty-five] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, lil bit of angst, smut (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 2.4k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

additional smut warnings: protected sex, public(ish) sex, switchy minho

“Min, what if we get caught?” you whispered, panting in his ear.

It was hard to think straight while sitting on his dick but fragments of worries still bounced around in the back of your mind, vague reminders that what you were doing was illegal. It wasn’t as if you were some kind of saint, but you weren’t trying to get yourself on a registered sex offender list- especially not in Hawai’i of all places.

“We won’t,” he assured you, “anyone who sees us will just think we’re cuddling.”

“Anyone with common sense will know exactly what we’re doing,” you muttered back.

“Do you want to stop?”

Minho held you still on top of him, fingers digging into your hips to stop you from moving. You didn’t answer right away.

“Baby?” he prompted, squeezing you tighter.

The pet name startled you back into the present moment, making you stare down at Minho, blinking at him in surprise. He chuckled and freed one of his hands to rub your lower back under the hem of your shirt.

“I don’t want to stop,” you confessed. “But if we get caught, I’m killing you.”

“If we get caught, my career is over,” he corrected, reminding you that there were more important things for him to worry about than yourself.

You always managed to forget that Minho was famous. Not even just famous, he was attached to the most popular boy group in the world. If he were to get in trouble for something like this it would make international news. And Minho’s parents would find out. Logically, you knew that his family finding out paled in comparison to the entire world finding out, but the first possibility was more daunting to you. Still, the idea of going viral for fucking one of BTS’s backup dancers on the beach was not something you wanted for yourself.

“Maybe we shouldn’t then-” you said and started to lift yourself off of him.

“I want to,” Minho assured you. “But I don’t want you not to enjoy yourself because you’re worried about someone seeing. We can take this back to the car if you want, or the hotel, or we can be done for the night.”

You slumped forward, resting against his chest and letting him hold you. You didn’t want to cut it short but you knew you wouldn’t be able to fully relax if you were thinking about every worst case scenario possible.

“Can we go back to the hotel?”

He nodded. “Of course we can.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, none of that. Don’t be sorry. I want you to be comfortable, yeah? The whole point of sex is to enjoy it.”

You nodded in agreement even though you still felt a little guilty. Minho stood and then helped you to your feet. He gathered up the blanket you’d been sitting on and shook it off. He handed you one side of the blanket and kept hold of the other so that you could fold it nicely.

“Where’d you even get this from?” you asked.

“What, the blanket?”

“Yeah, have you been carrying that around in your luggage this whole time?”

“No, I took it from the couch in my hotel room.”

“Minho!”

“What? I’m going to put it back!” “It’s all dirty now, though.”

“I’ll wash it,” he assured you. “There are a lot of laundromats around here. Now come on, let’s head back before it gets too late.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “How do you know that? Do you keep a running tab of every laundromat you come across?”

He led you by the hand back up the beach to the pathway to the parking lot, turning his head ever so slightly when he answered you so that you could hear him. “No, I just pay attention.”

“Shocking.”

Minho turned away from you again but you could see him shaking his head. You assumed he was also rolling his eyes at you.

He threw the blanket in the trunk once you reached the car, and climbed back into the driver’s seat.

“I don’t suppose you want to take the wheel this time?” he asked after you had already buckled your seat belt. “Since you do have an American driver’s license?”

You gave him a look. “Yeah, but it’s illegal for me to drive this car since I’m not listed on the rental paperwork as a driver.”

“You think we’ll get pulled over?”

“We might! I’m also not old enough, remember?”

He grinned as he put the car in reverse “I know. I was just kidding.”

“Rubbing it in my face again?”

“Of course.”

The drive back to the resort was comfortable. Minho pointed out every single laundromat you passed, even after you told him he’d made his point and didn’t have to keep doing so. You were the one to reach for his hand this time, threading your fingers between his without hesitation. He smiled to himself when you did that and squeezed your hand affectionately, something that did not go unnoticed by you.

The spot in the hotel parking lot the two of you had left earlier was still open when you returned. Apparently, no one else liked to be out late, even on vacation.

You let go of Minho’s hand to get out of the car and didn’t grab it again as you walked into the lobby.

“Are you tired?” Minho asked once you reached the elevators. You knew the question he was actually asking was whether or not you were too tired to go upstairs with him. This was just his not-so-subtle way of asking.

“I was tired when you dragged me out of bed but I’m too horny to sleep now.”

He grinned. “My room, then?”

“No, let’s fuck in my room,” you said sarcastically. “I’m sure your brother would love that.”

“Hilarious.”

“Thank you.”

The bell on the elevator dinged, announcing its arrival and you shuffled in together. Minho placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned forward to press the button for the eleventh floor, settling back against the wall next to you once it lit up and started to ascend.

He dropped his hand again when the elevator reached his floor. You missed the warmth instantly. You knew the little things like that shouldn’t hurt your feelings. You weren’t a couple. He was too recognizable to be seen with anyone and have it not cause a fuss. Still, you found yourself wishing things could be different. It stung, even though it shouldn’t.

Minho stopped in front of what you assumed to be his door and fished in his pocket for the room key. He waved the card in front of the sensor, the electronic lock blinking green on the first try.

The room was dark, but Minho turned the entryway light on so that you were able to see into the space. His room was nearly identical to you and Jisung’s. The only difference was that the bed was against the opposite wall.

“You’re not sharing with Felix this time?” you asked at the realization that there was only one bed instead of two.

“Our parents wanted us to, but we were getting pretty sick of each other so we decided to split the cost of an extra room.”

“Uh-huh, and it had nothing to do with this?” You gestured in between the two of you to emphasize the ‘this’ you were referring to.

“No, no, not at all!” Minho insisted, hand to his heart. “I promise, I didn’t bring you out to the beach just so we could have sex. I didn’t expect for us to- I just wanted to talk.”

Your mind went back to the moment where Minho had seemed lost in thought, like he wanted to say something important and then decided against it at the last minute. Was that what he meant? Or were you reading too much into it?

“I meant to tell you earlier,” he continued, “I didn’t want you to think that.”

“Oh okay,” you said, mostly because you weren’t sure what else to say. “It’s not a big deal if that was why you wanted to go somewhere. It’s not like we really do anything other than hook up anyway.”

“Not because I don’t want to! It’s just, it’s not like we can do normal couple stuff.”

“You’d... want to do that with me?”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?”

Instead of choosing to address that, you pivoted. “Um, do you mind if I rinse off before we do anything else?”

Minho didn’t answer right away. He stood there staring at you with a look of concern on his face, bottom lip pulled in between his teeth as he tried to discern your sudden change in mood. “No, of course I don’t mind. But... are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

You shook him off and lied. “No. I just feel gross from the beach. Did you want to join me or not?”

He hesitated again and you could tell he wanted to press further but refrained. “Yeah, of course I want to join you.”

You undressed together in relative silence as you waited for the water to warm up. The mood was definitely different but you hoped you hadn’t completely killed it.

You could feel Minho’s gaze on you, could feel questions lingering in the air between you, but again he didn’t push.

You turned around and kissed him to make up for it and he relaxed a little. He let you distract him all too willingly, stumbling into the shower after you with his eyes still closed.

You pressed Minho up against the tile wall and he moaned into your mouth. He was already hard again, you could feel his dick twitching against your stomach. You reached in between your bodies and took him in your hand, stroking him slower than you knew he liked. It was better than nothing but nowhere near enough and it wasn’t long until he was thrusting into your palm, fucking your fist like it was a toy. You teased him a little, drawing your hand out of reach every now and then just to watch him pout. You couldn’t help yourself. It was payback for all of the times he had teased you and the desperate sounds he made every time you threatened to stop were turning you on more than you would have liked to admit.

Minho let you think you were in control until he flipped it on you, literally. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed your wrists and spun you around so that you were the one up against the shower wall. Your back hit the tile hard and you scowled in annoyance.

“What’s that look for?” Minho asked, hiking your thigh up onto his waist.

“You couldn’t just let me be in charge for once?”

He laughed. “I thought you liked it like this.”

You sigh. “I do, it’s just... I was having fun.”

“I could tell,” he mused. “You had this evil little smile on your face while you were jerking me off. It was pretty cute.”

“How could you tell? You had your eyes closed the whole time.”

“That’s not true, I had them like this-” he pauses to squint, “some of the time.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“I did!”

“Can you just fuck me already? I’m tired of you.”

“Is this really necessary?” you grumbled, glaring at Jisung as he rifled through the items on the rack.

“Yes!” he exclaimed.

The boys were going golfing, and being the good fake girlfriend you were, you had no other choice but to tag along. You wouldn’t be playing, thank god, but you had to cheer Jisung on, and apparently had to dress the part to do so. You didn’t have anything suitable for the golf course so Nikki had suggested Jisung take you downstairs to the gift shop to find something to wear.

The resort you were staying at was right across from the course so the gift shop was full of golf novelties and athletic wear for your... convenience.

“These are expensive!” you hissed at Jisung once you checked the prices.

“You’re not the one paying for them,” he reminded you.

“I know, that’s worse!”

“You know how much he makes right? Besides, I’m sure your real boyfriend will love it on you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, you know that.”

Jisung looked annoyed. “Boyfriend, fuck buddy, booty call, sneaky link, situationship- whatever you want to call him.”

“Can we not talk about this?” you practically begged. “At least not here?”

He shrugged but dropped it. “You should get the polo and the skirt. It matches what I’m going to wear.”

You took Jisung’s advice and bought the items he suggested, paying for them with your own money. Even though they were pricey and you knew you would likely never wear them again, you wanted to exercise at least a little bit of financial freedom. You already felt guilty for the money the Hans had spent on you thus far.

You thought about keeping the tags on the clothes and then returning them later, but it was hot out today and you knew you’d just sweat right through them.

Jisung did buy you a little visor without you knowing. He presented it to you with a smug grin as soon as you stepped foot outside the gift shop, once it was too late to stop him. It was embroidered with a little cartoon quokka on the brim.

“We’re not in Australia,” you said, blinking down at the hat.

“Yeah, but it’s cute, right?”

“It’s really cute,” you quickly agreed. “Thank you.”

“Just thought you’d like it.”

He handed you the hat and then set off ahead of you back towards the elevators. You shook your head and scoffed out of earshot. You couldn’t figure him out. Last night he had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to talk, wasn’t ready to forgive you, and this morning he was talking to you like nothing had happened and buying you a sun visor because he saw it and thought you would like it? His mixed signals would give you a headache if you thought about them too long, but it was impossible not to. It was all you could think about. He was all you could think about. Well, him and Minho.

You felt like an underdeveloped main character in a low-budget coming of age movie who only had enough brainpower to think about boys. Fucking exhausting, all of it. But what were you supposed to do?

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slavefortomdaya · 7 months

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Forgive me it's been (redacted) since my last confession... I've been filthy. I've cum twice. Once thinking of Harrison and Tom Holland in a circle jerk. And again to the thought of Harrison with a plug in his ass for fun. The thought of him buying some cute little thing for himself and using it drives me nuts.

ok now i’m going to think about this all night. thanks so much for sharing your confession

#tom holland #harrison #tom holland smut #confession

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faerieroyal · 2 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 !

— ❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 + 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

( warnings: insecurities, mentions of kind of shitty parents and past partners, one mention of food )

( note: this short was written with tom holland’s peter parker in mind, but i think it would also work for andrew garfield’s if you’d rather picture him. )

you are not a person who is used to praise. this isn’t something you say to garner sympathy or to make people feel bad for you so they’ll compliment you, not at all - it’s just a fact. your parents have never been the kind of people to vocally express approval, usually settling for an awkwardly cleared throat and a hand squeezing your shoulder, and the few romantic partners you’d had before your current boyfriend apparently hadn’t seen the need for it either. but then, you’d realized after those relationships had ended, your partners hadn’t really seemed to appreciate anything you did for them anyway, so the fact that they weren’t big on complimenting you isn’t exactly shocking.

what is shocking, however, is what happens when you start dating one peter parker. when he’d first confessed his feelings to you and asked you out, face scarlet and stumbling over his words all the while, you hadn’t really expected much of a difference from your previous relationships. sure, peter was much sweeter and more genuine than your former partners, but at that point you’d been convinced that you just attracted people who didn’t express gratitude, so you’d assumed, with no small amount of disappointment, that this relationship would turn out to be the same.

you find very quickly that you’re in for a surprise.

peter isn’t really known for being the most eloquent guy around; everyone at school is familiar with the way he tends to trip over his words, even if he can occasionally land well-placed verbal blows on bullies or anyone who’s being an idiot. but his tendency towards stumbling over his words hasn’t stopped him from praising almost everything you do since the two of you started dating - quite the opposite, in fact. almost every time you do something for him, or, in fact, even when you just do something that could be generally considered good, he’s quick to shoot a compliment your way in that sweet, slightly awkward way you’ve come to associate with him and him only.

“oh, you didn’t have to make breakfast - thank you, though, really, it looks like it’s gonna be delicious!”

“is… is that a new outfit? i mean, it’s fine if it’s not, too, obviously, but you… you look really good in it. like, wow.”

and, you’re surprised to find, even when you mess up or you’re struggling, the praise doesn’t stop coming; in fact, it seems to increase, now combined with encouragements and forehead kisses and even offers to help with whatever you’re having trouble with, something you’re even less used to than compliments.

“i know this is really hard, but you’re doing really good, okay? i’m super proud of you, no matter what.”

“is there anything i can do to help? maybe i can’t help with the actual thing, but i can get you a snack? or, are you cold, i can get you a blanket?”

“i’m really proud of you, you know. i just… i mean, i dunno, i just thought i’d tell you.”

it’s everything you haven’t had from anyone up until this point, everything you didn’t know you wanted until you and peter got together… and you’re not entirely sure you deserve it. you know your boyfriend isn’t exactly in the habit of saying things he doesn’t mean, but it’s all just so much, all the compliments and affirmations, and while it does feel good, you’re never sure exactly how to react to it at the time, and it always makes you feel like the worst partner ever when your own attempts to return the praise are always so awkward and stilted.

you tell peter all of this, one night when the two of you are curled together in bed. you’re not entirely sure where you find the courage to voice what you’ve been thinking - maybe it’s just the effect of being in the dark, the little burst of confidence to say things you’d never have the wherewithal to say in the light of day. nevertheless, you finally voice all the negative thoughts swirling around in your head, your voice quiet and shy, but the words there all the same.

the moment you’re done, peter shifts around in bed, moving so that the two of you are facing each other, your own face cupped gently in his hands. you can’t make out every little detail of him in the dark - not that it matters, when every facet of his face has been engraved in your mind and heart for months now - but you can see the way his eyes are wide with genuine concern and affection, how his mouth is turned down in a sad little frown that you’d surely think was absolutely adorable had you not just shared your most vulnerable, insecure thoughts with him.

“babe,” peter says, his voice soft and sweet and oh so gentle. “of course you deserve compliments and encouragement and all that, you’re amazing. and i mean, everyone deserves compliments and that kind of stuff, but you deserve them more than most people, because you’re amazing and ‘cause i know you haven’t had a lot of them. and it’s okay if you can’t always give it back to me, you show your love in other ways and that’s fine. i know it’s kind of hard to believe when you’ve convinced yourself of something different, but i don’t have any problem keeping on telling you until you do believe it, and i will. okay?”

it’s not the most eloquent speech ever, but it’s honest and loving and so peter that you can’t help it, a few tears well up in your eyes. but peter sees them immediately, because of course he does, and he immediately swoops in to kiss your eyelids, pushing them away. you nestle your face into the curve of his neck, so overcome, for a moment, with all the love you feel for this awkward, adorable, wonderful boy, and in return the boy in question wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles you closer to him, knowing to give words a rest for a moment and just let you hold him and process.

he’s right, of course, as he tends to be. everything you think and feel, all the effects of being deprived of praise and encouragement for so much of your life, are going to take a while to overcome, to replace with positivity and acceptance of all the things your boyfriend thinks and says about you. but you can’t help but believe peter when he says that he’s going to keep at it, with all the boundless determination that makes him such an amazing person and hero, until you really do believe him.

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insanityclause · 2 months

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Tom Hiddleston was given a royal assignment on Thursday evening. An ambassador for the Prince's Trust, the Loki actor, 43, attended the charity's Invest in Futures event, where he relayed a poignant message written by King Charles.

"I really am so pleased that The Trust's work continues to go from strength to strength, having, in recent years, expanded from its mission in the United Kingdom to now supporting young people in twenty-three countries," read Tom.

"Celebrating the global impact of this work is an achievement which, I must confess, I could not have dreamed of back in 1976 when I started The Trust, using, at that time, my Royal Navy severance pay when I left the Service to help disadvantaged young people achieve their full potential.

"I am thrilled to say that it has now worked with over one million young people, helping them to start careers, launch businesses and re-engage with education. I am enormously inspired by the determination and commitment of young people, one of whom you will hear from later. They are changemakers; they will shape the world's future and we must support them to realise their dreams."

A momentous occasion for the Prince's Trust, the annual Invest in Futures gala is the charity's principal fundraising event, and this year it was held at The Peninsula London in Belgravia. While King Charles has historically attended the annual event, this year, his letter proved extremely powerful, conveying the importance of the charity's work.

A star-studded affair, Tom was accompanied by his fiancée Zawe Ashton for the festivities. Posing for photos together, the loved-up couple held hands and stared into each other's eyes. HELLO! even spotted lady in red Zawe telling Tom how "gorgeous" he looked in his tux.

Rounding out the guest list, Prince's Trust ambassadors Joseph Fiennes, Jeremy Irons, Naomie Harris, Major Tim Peake, Luke Evans and Myleene Klass were also in attendance.

Meanwhile, musical duo Rod Stewart and Jools Holland provided the entertainment, performing songs from their newly launched album Swing Fever, before handing the baton to DJ Cuppy.

It's been a royally busy week for A-lister Tom. Just 24 hours before the letter reading, the actor had been photographed meeting with Queen Camilla at Buckingham Palace. Attending a reception for the BBC's 500 Words Finalists on Wednesday, Tom appeared engrossed in conversation, enjoying a laugh or two with Camilla, and music star Olivia Dean.

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kidney9-9 · 11 days

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Birthday Girl - Tom Holland

happy birthday to my best friend!!! i love you very much and i hope you're having a great bday today :) this is for you! ilyy you have brought a lot of joy into this world and i want you to have the best year possible! thank you for being such a sweet person, you deserve so many great things in life!

Tom Holland x Reader [Fluff and Smut] Warnings: Cursing, smut, little bit of praise, fingering Word Count: 5.2k

Tom was so excited about your birthday tomorrow to the point you weren’t really surprised when he pulled out a list on his phone about possible things to do to celebrate your birthday. It was currently 11pm, the day before your birthday and Tom was grinning widely as he wrapped an arm around you as he showed you the list.

“Alright, so I had way too many ideas about what to do for your birthday tomorrow that I had to put it in a list. And I know you’d like each of them, but I couldn’t choose what to surprise you with because each of them were too good to disregard. So, I was wondering what you’d like from this list to do, think of it like a spa brochure, and we’ll start once it turns midnight.” Tom rambled happily and your jaw dropped as you stared down at the list.

There was two pages of notes and ideas of what to do! “Oh god, Tom, how in the world did you think of all off these?!” You gaped at the list, scrolling through it.

“Oh, I’ve been preparing since the day after your last birthday.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but you stared at him with wide eyes, completely flabbergasted.

“What?!” You laughed slightly but turned your head to kiss his cheek gently. “You’re so sweet to me. I love you so much.”

His cheeks warmed just a little, “I love you too. I just wanted your birthday to be an extra special day for you since you’ve been working so much.”

You looked at the very first suggestion on the list and felt your cheeks warm slightly, “Aw, love making? And – oh you scheduled it for 3 hours!” You were flustered but you found it a little funny that he added that time suggestion to it.

“Only if you want to!” He cried out, shaking his head and looking incredibly embarrassed. “It’s completely up to you, seriously. I just put that there since I thought maybe you’d like that suggestion.”

“It’s okay, I like it, don’t worry.” You shrugged and smiled at him.

You smiled at his words, feeling grateful for him. You gazed down at the list again and laughed at one of the funnier suggestions, “Did you really put this one down? A brigadeiro making party?”

“Yeah! I know you love them – I also put down acai making party. If you want to do either of those, I can go get all the ingredients at the store and I’ll invite our friends over.” Tom responded, pointing out the other option on the list.

“You’re ridiculous.” You giggled and shook your head, “But they do sound fun.”

Tom smiled at that, “Yeah, and there’s also some stuff we can do by ourselves, and we can celebrate your birthday with friends and family another day.”

You hummed and nodded at his words. You did want to hang out with him one-on-one since you guys haven’t been able to spend as much time together lately. You had a lot of work since you took on a new project at the company you worked at, and you were in and out of meetings most days, so you only really saw Tom at night. You were glad you had tomorrow off!

“I think I want to just hang out with you tomorrow, babe. I miss hanging out with you.” You confessed and Tom’s face softened, and he leaned closer to you and kissed your lips gently.

“I missed that too. Remember when we’d slow dance on the balcony whenever that song came on the radio?” He stopped for a moment and smiled even more, “I keep thinking about how beautiful you looked out in the sunshine – even in the moonlight too, you’ve got this glow that I always miss.”

You practically melted into him, bringing him into an embrace. “Such a romantic sap,” You teased softly, and he added onto your words, “But you love it.”

“That’s right. We’re definitely dancing out on the balcony tonight. Right when it turns midnight, that’ll be a perfect way to start my birthday.” You murmured to him, and he squeezed you extra tight at your words, kissing your cheek.

“That’s perfect, darling. And we’re about forty minutes away too.” He stretched his arms up and leaned away, “I’m going to put some music on now and set things up on the balcony. I’ll clean the dishes up too.” He pointed to the dishes on the coffee table. You two ate a late dinner and snuggled on the couch for a while.

“Mm, thank you.” You said as he stood up from the couch. You shivered from the loss of the heat coming off his body. He quickly picked up a throw blanket and pressed it over you, smiling and leaning down again to peck your lips softly.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything like that, I’ll do it any day and anytime.” He paused as he picked the dishes up from the table, “Also don’t come in the kitchen, I got to get your surprise ready!”

You laughed and shook your head, “Baby, it’s not a surprise anymore if you say there’s a surprise.”

“Oh shit, yeah.” He chuckled at himself. He took the plates away and a minute later, you heard him setting up the speakers and playing some music. It was a slow romantic song that started first and your smile widened when you recognized it. It was the first song on the playlist he made you for Valentine’s one year.

He started singing the lyrics and you sung along with him softly, as you looked through more of the list on his phone. A few more of the options made you giggle a bit. “Tom, baby, what does it mean when you put ‘Taylor Swift’?” You wondered if it meant you two would listen to her albums for a while, which sounded like a fun time.

He walked back in and pushed a hand through his hair, “Oh, yeah, that’s a birthday gift that’s coming in a few months. I got us some front row tickets to one of her concerts!”

Your jaw dropped and you stared at him in silence. Tickets to her concert were extremely hard to get, especially front row ones. How in the world did he get them!? And why is he acting all nonchalant about it?

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Tom looked nervous and concerned, “Do you not like that gift? We don’t have to go.” He continued, walking closer to you.

“What! No, we’ve got to go! Oh my god, how did you get two front row tickets?” You snapped out of your shocked silence.

“I emailed her manager and asked politely.” Tom laughed and you were still completely shocked, and you laughed along with him.

“You are so crazy.” You breathed out and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He happily squeezed you back in the hug.

“I’m happy you like this early birthday gift – oh there’s like twenty minutes left now until your birthday.” Tom chuckled as you pulled away.

“Hmm, are you done with the dishes?” You asked, peeking over his shoulder to look into the kitchen.

He nodded, “Yep, but I have one more thing to do. I’ll be back really quick.” He leaned down and pecked your lips again and you smiled happily at him. He was so sweet.

“Okay… but don’t leave me trying to slow dance by myself for so long!” You called back laughing as you walked over to the balcony. You opened the doors up and sighed as the heat from outside hit you. You put the blanket back on the couch, no longer needing it. You and Tom had the habit of turning the AC on super cold all the time, even to the point you two were freezing during the heat outside.

“I won’t!” He said back. You walked back to the balcony and went outside, peering down to your garden, happy to see that the flowers were doing good down there. You and Tom planted a few a while ago when you guys had some free time. You planted some of your favorites, including tulips, and Tom planted one of his favorites and one of his mom’s favorites.

The music got louder when Tom adjusted the speakers, and then you gazed at the doorway to see Tom bringing in a mini cake on a platter, with a candle on the top. He turned on a few lights to make the balcony brighter.

“Aw, Tom! You didn’t need to get a cake!” You gasped as he brought it closer. It looked like it was one of your favorite types of cake too. A few pieces of fruit were surrounding the cake on the plate, all of which were fruits you liked.

“I wanted to! And it’s just a small cake. The one your family is planning to make is huge.” He responded, placing the cake down onto the outdoor table. Your eyes widened at the mention of your family making a cake.

“Oh god, not again.” You burst out into laughter. The last time your family made a cake, it was so large that there was barely a dent in it at the end of the party.

“Yeah, I’m prepared for it this time. I’m going to eat all the cake I can when they celebrate your birthday.” Tom snorted and you shook your head at him, amused.

“Alright, cake man.” You rolled your eyes playfully and motioned for him to come closer to you, “Come get your cake.” You joked and he looked shocked at your joke, before laughing with you.

“Don’t mind if I do. I didn’t expect you to start calling your ass cake after I started calling it that.” He chuckled and walked over to you.

“My ass looks good today, I couldn’t help it.” You responded and he nodded enthusiastically at your words.

“Very true. Looks great every day.” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist, lowering just slightly right before they hit your ass. You put your arms around his neck, and you both started to slow dance, swaying back and forth in the nightlight.

A new song started, and Tom grinned, “Aw, remember this one?” He spun you around and brought you back to him, then lowered his head and kissed your lips softly. “It was the song that you had sung at karaoke that made me blurt out how much I love you. The first time I said it.”

You smiled and nodded, staring up into his eyes. You could see all the love and joy in them, you almost swooned. “That was the point I really just confirmed you were the one. I could tell you actually meant it when you said it.”

His hand stroked your back up and down, “Yeah, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I wanted to say it for a while, but I thought I’d sound a bit crazy since it wasn’t long since we officially started dating.”

“You know, your brother, Harry, actually told me before that, that you were in love with me. He said he’d never saw you so lovestruck before.” You murmured, “I didn’t believe him. I thought he was just saying it to be nice.”

Tom raised his eyebrows in shock, “Oh god, when was that?” He stopped dancing at that moment, but you continued to pull him around, smiling at his expression.

“Our first Christmas with each other when we had dinner at your parents’ house. We were watching The Princess Diaries, and I went to go get more snacks and he helped me in the kitchen.” You recalled the memory, smiling as Tom shook his head.

“He’s so sneaky, but he’s good about it.” He smiled and you nodded, agreeing with him.

“Mm, yeah, he’s a good guy, even though he accidentally drove into my dad’s car that one time.” You joked, laughing as Tom started too as well.

“He’s still so sorry about that, he doesn’t trust back up cameras on cars now.” Tom laughed loudly then sighed and shook his head. He looked towards the clock inside the house, on the wall nearby and his eyebrows shot up.

“Oh! It’s almost midnight.” He pulled away and went over to the cake and lit the candle with a match he had in his pocket. You grinned happily as he excitedly walked over to you with the plate in his hands.

“Happy birthday, my love. Make a wish.” He whispered to you, after he checked the time again. You closed your eyes and blew out the candle. You opened your eyes and Tom cut a slice of cake for the two of you.

“It looks so good. Thank you, baby.” You whispered to him and kissed his cheek as you two sat down next to each other.

“You’re welcome, I love you.” He replied, yawning slightly as he took a bite of the cake. You took a bite as well, groaning in pleasure at the taste. It was delicious and you could practically melt in delight from it.

“I love you too. We should get to bed after this.” You said, snuggling into his side. He nodded in agreement and you two finished eating the slices of cake. He went and put the rest of it away to eat later and you turned the lights and music off before you two went to your bedroom.

You slipped your body under the covers on your side of the bed as Tom yawned again and got in the bed as well. He set a hand over yours and you scooted closer to him in the bed. “Goodnight baby, thank you for tonight – and tomorrow.” You smiled sleepily.

“Goodnight birthday girl.”

By the time you woke up, you could smell a delicious breakfast waiting for you in the other room. Sunlight drifted into the room from the blinds, and you stretched in the bed, shifting as you got up from the bed.

“Y/n?” Tom called out gently, walking into the room. You tiredly walked over to him and hugged him, making him chuckle and hug you back.

“Hi baby.” You whispered to him and pulled away, walking with him to the living room. One of your familiar favorite tv shows are on and you gazed at Tom with a happy expression, “You even put my favorite season on!” You gasped at that, and Tom nodded.

“Yeah, I also made us some breakfast. I made a few of your favorites.” He grinned and went over to the kitchen to start pulling out the food. He set it all on the dining room table and you walked over to see what he made. You gaped at it when you realized he really did make a few of your favorite breakfast foods. A lot of it!

“Tom! How are we going to eat all this?” You laughed, sitting down when he finished putting everything out. He sat beside you and took a sip of his tea.

“Um, I didn’t think of that – but we can save it all for the next couple days, I think!” He said, laughing. He picked up some of the food and put it on his plate, then offered to do the same for you but you shook your head.

“It’s alright, I can get it.” You responded and he pouted but nodded.

When you started to cut a pancake, he stopped you, “Wait, I’ll do that for you. I can cut it into pieces. How many pieces do you want?”

You furrowed your eyebrows once you realized he was being genuine about that, “Tom, baby, what?”

“I can cut like 4 big pieces of like normal 8 pieces – oh do you like it being cut in triangles? I can do that.” Tom rambled a little, about to cut your pancake with his fork and knife.

You started laughing silently, shaking a bit, “I’m good with cutting it on my own!”

“Eh? But it’s your birthday, I want to do everything for you, so you have the perfect day.” He explained, looking like it was a completely normal thing to say. You shook your head and set your hand over his.

“Baby, no. It’s alright. I can do it by myself. I’m not a kid.” You giggled a bit more as he looked a little bit down at your answer.

“Aw okay, well if you want anything just tell me.” He responded, putting his silverware down and squeezing your hand.

“Thank you, you’re incredibly sweet.” You mumbled to him and kissed his cheek, causing his frown to disappear.

When you were done eating a very full breakfast, you and Tom moved over to the living room, where you saw a huge box sitting in the corner of the room, with a few more gifts spread around. You gaped, “When did you do this? I was just in the living room before breakfast.”

“Oh, I did it when I put the dishes in the sink. These are just a few of the gifts right now, I’ll give you some more throughout the day!” He said happily, pleased to see your expression.

He pulled the huge box over to the couch and you started to open it with a pair of scissors, laughing when Tom started to stare at you with obvious excitement. “Ooh, what is this? I’m really confused.” You spoke up, trying to look in the box, but there was something hard you could feel.

“Open the box a little bit more, you’ll see.” He grinned widely, scooting closer to you.

Once you opened the top of the box completely, you pulled out the gift, eyes widening as you realized what it was. You pulled out a new guitar case, and you opened it up as quickly as you could, gawking at the very beautiful new guitar. You ran a hand over the wood, blinking a few times before it really kicked in that he got you a guitar!

“Wh- what?! You seriously got this?” You gasped, falling in love with the guitar instantly. It looked perfect, and you could tell it was great quality as well.

“Of course! Since you’re good at playing it, I thought maybe you’d like to have another one too.” He said sheepishly, but he looked extremely delighted to see how happy you were with the gift.

“I love it, thank you seriously. This is one of the bests gifts I’ve ever gotten.” You mumbled, still in awe of the guitar.

“Aw, yeah, you’re going to play it beautifully, I can tell.” Tom responded, brushing his hand up and down your back.

After opening a few more amazing gifts, you turned to Tom with a big smile on your face, “I think I know what to pick from your list.” You spoke up, changing the subject.

“Oh, what do you want to do?” Tom asked, shifting in his seat on the couch.

You cheekily leaned closer to him, going up to his ear and whispered, “Number one.”

His face was blank for a moment before he realized what you meant and then his expression shifted into an excited one and he moved his neck slightly to turn to face you and he brought his hand up to cup your cheek softly.

“I would very much like that too.” He whispered back and you giggled softly, closing the gap between you two with a kiss. It was firm and loving, and slowly turned a bit harder as you opened your mouth a bit and his tongue slipped against yours delicately, then messily.

He pushed himself closer to you, his other hand slipping underneath your shirt and squeezing one of your breasts before pinching softly around and on your nipple. You moaned against his lips, feeling him move closer and closer as you fell back against the couch.

He climbed on top of you, moving his hips against yours, grinding and making you gasp his name loudly when you felt something poking down there after a few more seconds. His hard on rubbed against you, and you shifted, letting it hit your clothed clit.

You moaned heavily, dragging your lips against his as you pushed your hips up to grind against his harder.

“Need more.” You panted out and he nodded, pulling away hesitantly from your lips, “Fuck,” He breathed out.

“That got hot really fast.” He continued, starting to take his shirt off. He threw it across the room, not caring where it landed. He got up and undid his pants and pushed his underwear as well. Your vision focused on his dick, and you squeezed your thighs together, feeling your underwear dampen even more. He got a condom from his pant’s pockets, rolling it onto his dick.

You took your top off, glad you weren’t wearing a bra and then you pushed your pants down, not caring that they didn’t go off your ankles as Tom climbed back over you, kissing down your neck and pinching your other nipple.

“I love you so much.” He sighed against your neck, licking, and sucking a certain spot that made you press up against him even more.

“I, ahh, I love you too.” You gasped out as his hand slipped down to your pussy, rubbing two fingers over your clit in circular movements. He hummed against your neck, moving to your mouth. He paused as he sunk one finger into your pussy, pumping in and out.

“You’re taking my fingers so good.” He whispered against your lips, pushing another in, causing you to shiver from the pleasure.

“I need you, Tom. Please, I need you in me.” You whimpered against him, chasing an orgasm.

“Ah, okay, shit, you’re going to make me finish earlier than usual because of what you’re saying.” He huffed out before he pulled his fingers out. He put them into his mouth as he pulled away from your lips, and he groaned deeply.

“Tastes so good, all the time.” He muttered and with that, he slowly pushed himself in, making you gasp loudly.

“Fuck, oh, yes, yes, Tom!” You panted, moving to push his cock into you even more. He finally was fully in, and he started to rock in and out of you slowly at first.

He pushed up against your g-spot, making you moan more, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure continued to hit you faster and harder. “That’s it, keep taking me like that. You’re such a good girl.” He cried out against your neck, and his hand snuck back down to your pussy, starting to rub your clit again.

It sent you over the edge as he started to rub it in tempo with fucking you, going a little faster. Your legs wrapped around him tightened just a bit before they loosened as your orgasm hit you. “Tom, I’m coming!” You shouted and he continued his actions, groaning your name out.

“Yeah, fuck, I’m almost there too. Keep going, baby.” He cried back, and he started coming, your name falling from his lips.

“I love you, so much.” You struggled to get out.

“I love you too baby, happy birthday.” He panted back, kissing you once more.

He continued to pulse in and out until you both were breathing heavily, and when he stopped coming. He pulled himself out of you, taking the condom off as he stood up and tied it together before throwing it in the trash near the door.

“That was so good.” You sighed out, wiping your forehead to get the sweat off.

“Yeah, birthday sex is always the best.” He laughed gently as he sat next to you, pulling you up softly from the couch.

You felt a little sleepy but just being next to him, seeing him all hot and sweaty from what just happened made you want to do it again. You stood up, holding your hand out to help him stand up from the couch.

“Round two in the shower?” You winked at him, and his eyes widened, and he immediately took your hand, standing up to walk with you to the bathroom.

“You are insane, but yes please! Round two of love making!” He laughed, following you.

After finishing three more rounds, you and Tom were exhausted, laying on the bed together. It was around 5 in the afternoon now and you were checking your phone, texting back your friends and saying thank you for all the sweet birthday wishes.

“I’ve got to call my family, I’m going to put it on speaker. I know they’ll want to talk to you too.” You spoke up, shifting to put your head on his chest. He smiled gently back at you and nodded.

“I like talking with them, they’re pretty nice.” He yawned slightly.

You called your mom, who answered after the second ring. “Daughter! Hello! Happy birthday!” She shouted over the phone, and you heard some shuffling over the phone before you heard a lot of voices singing the birthday song together.

“Aw, guys. You don’t have to sing that.” You laughed as Tom started to sing happy birthday too.

“Happy Birthday to Y/n, Happy Birthday to you!” Your family sang loudly over the phone. You heard your dad add on, “And many more…”, clapping at the end. You chuckled a bit at it.

“Thanks everyone. How are you guys doing?” You spoke up, feeling Tom’s fingers going through your hair. You sighed, feeling relaxed and sleepy as he continued.

“We’re all good! How is your birthday going? We want to celebrate it next week when everyone is able to get together for some lunch!” Your mom asked.

“It’s really good, Tom surprised me with some good gifts today.” You answered and your dad gasped.

“Oh! Tom, how’s he doing?” He questioned and you gazed up at Tom to see him smiling.

“I’m doing good, sir. We’re celebrating Y/n’s birthday all day today, but we’re taking a little rest right now.” Tom responded.

“Ah, good. Are you taking her out to dinner?” Your dad asked, and you laughed slightly.

“Dad, I’m right here still.” You commented.

“Well, I still want to know. Are you romancing my daughter? Is she happy?” Your dad continued.

Tom silently chuckled, but spoke up, “Yes, she is happy! And it’s her choice if she’d like to go out to dinner. I have a few reservations saved for tonight if she does want to go out to dinner at three of her favorite restaurants.”

“Hm, that’s very thoughtful of you. Good work. Keep it up.” Your dad responded and you heard your mom sigh.

“Okay, enough of that. Send us some pictures! We’ll see you next week. Happy birthday again, sweetheart!” Your mom said goodbye and ended the call after you and Tom said goodbye.

You shifted to look up at Tom, “Did you really reserve all those restaurants? Even with the one with great burgers?”

“Yeah of course.” He nodded.

You pouted as you tried to sit up, feeling extremely sleepy. “I want to go get those burgers, but I’m so tired.” You said, stretching your arms up in the air.

“Oh, that’s okay! I can order them and have the food delivered here.” Tom responded and you grinned widely, collapsing back on the bed next to him.

“Really? This is the best day ever! We’ve got to get extra food too because we skipped lunch.” You said and he laughed, agreeing with you.

“Yeah, we got to get those chili fries too. And milkshakes.” Tom added.

The two of you ordered a bunch of food and moved over to the living room. You started to tune the guitar that he got you, still so surprised with the gift. Tom was happily watching you before he got up and moved to the kitchen to get something.

“I got you one more gift.” He spoke up, walking back to where you were. You looked up at him, wondering what it was, but you were also a bit surprised. He was giving way too many gifts!

“Baby, this better be the last gift.” You joked.

“It is! I promise. Here you go.” He handed you a small box. You looked at it and shifted it in your hands, before opening it. The box had a dark red, crushed violet feel to it, and when you opened it, you saw a stunning necklace with the letter T on it.

“Aww, Tom! This is so cute.” You were shocked and in awe of it. It was so pretty, with a few jewels on it. “Can you put it on me, please?” You asked, watching as Tom looked relieved to see you like it.

“Yeah, sure.” He delicately put it around your neck. It sat down on your neck neatly, and Tom smiled as he watched you grin happily as you looked down at it.

“I love it so much. I love you, Tom. You’ve made this day absolutely perfect.” You whispered, gazing up into his eyes.

Tom leaned down and kissed your lips gently, pulling a breath away from you, “I love you too. You deserve every great thing in life. You’ve brought me a lot of happiness and whenever I look at you, I feel like I can see the entire world in color for the first time.” He murmured sweetly to you.

“Thank you, Tom, really.” You responded.

The food arrived about thirty minutes later and you and Tom devoured it all. It was delicious, and you absolutely loved it because it was from one of your favorite restaurants. You two ate while watching another one of your favorite movies.

When you two were finished, you guys cleaned up and threw the trash away, then went over to the garden to go sit on the porch swing to watch the sunset.

“It’s so pretty tonight.” You said, loving the view. You and Tom swung softly on the bench. You were finishing up your milkshake, while Tom got himself a cup of tea.

He gazed at you as he responded, “Yeah, you always are.”

Your eyes shifted over to him, and you realized what he meant after a moment and you felt your cheeks flush slightly, “Tom…”

“Mm, just speaking the truth.” He mumbled back, enjoying your reaction as you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“I love you. I’ll always love you.” You spoke up after a moment of silence. Tom shifted his hand into yours and squeezed.

“Love you too, birthday girl.” He replied, scooting closer to you.

“I think this is one of the best parts of the day.” You said, a smile forming on your face as you gazed at him. “Because I’ll remember each time I see the sunset that you’ve given me something so precious in life. I feel so lucky to have your love.”

Tom squeezed your hand, “And I’m lucky to have your love as well. If I could, I’d give you all you’d want in the world, just to see your smile.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #happy birthday!!#thank you for reading!

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Your Kiss, My Cheek

Pairing: Tom Holland x best friend!Reader

Synopsis: after kissing Tom’s cheek one time for good luck, he tries to find ways to make you do it again

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“I’m so nervous.” Tom said as he peeped through the curtain to look at the crowd. He was asked to give a speech at an awards ceremony and as his friend, you tagged along for emotional support. Tom gulped when he saw how many people were in the audience and walked over to you.

“Don’t be. What’s that thing you always say? Turn nerves into excitement?” You said as you straightened his tie and jacket.

“I know. It’s just hard to do that sometimes. Right now my nerves want to turn into diarrhea.” Tom mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“I’m so glad you told me that. Thank you. Truly.” You chuckled and patted his chest.

“You’re welcome.” He laughed shyly. You gave him a playful look before going into your pure and getting some antacids.

“Here. Take these for your tummy. And then take a breath. You’re gonna be great.” You assured him as he swallowed the antacids.

“If you say so.” He sighed and shook his nerves out.

“I do say so. Now go. I’ll be watching the whole time.” You gave him a reassuring smile and pushed him towards the stage. Tom started to walk towards the stage but then turned back to pull you into a hug.

“Thanks for being here.” He said as he squeezed you tightly.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” You chuckled and hugged him back. Tom pulled away after a minute and started it walk towards the stage but you pulled him back by his hand.

“Wait. Come here for a second.” You said and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. It wasn’t something you usually did, but something you felt he needed. Tom’s entire face burned red and he looked at you with wide eyes as he touched his cheek.

“What was that for?” He laughed shyly.

“A good luck kiss. To wish you luck out there.” You smiled timidly.

“Oh. Thanks.” Tom smiled as well and kept his fingers where your lips had been.

“You’re welcome. Now go kill it.” You patted his cheek before pushing him towards the stage again. You stood in the wings and watched Tom give his speech, giving him an excited wave every time he looked over at you. His speech was met with an standing ovation that included you clapping the loudest of all. He ran off the stage afterwards and scooped you up into a hug.

“Ah! You did great. That was amazing!” You hugged him tightly as he spun you around in a circle.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. I would’ve been rambling and stuttering and totally embarrassing myself out there if you weren’t here.” He said once he set you down.

“Oh, no. I can’t take the credit for your innate ability to charm a crowd.” You complimented him, making him blush again.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in the world who finds my run on sentences charming.” Tom said with a shy smile.

“Good. I want to be your only one.” You smiled fondly at you before realizing you said too much. That confession along with the kiss from before put you in new territory for your friendship. There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a second until you changed the subject.

“Come on. Let’s go celebrate. You earned it.” You slipped your hand into his and pulled him towards the festivities. An hour later, you had drinks in your hands and the jacket around your shoulders was his. Tom kept sneaking glances at you all night, unable to stop thinking about the kiss. Even if it was just on the cheek, it was uncharted territory for you guys. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it meant and why you did it. Most of all, he thought about how much he wanted it to happen again. He really wanted to kiss you back, and not just on the cheek this time. You caught Tom looking at you and gave him a fond smile that almost gave him the confidence to kiss you. Before he could, he lost his nerve and the moment ended.

The following week, Tom asked you to join him at his celebrity golf tournament. The two of you got ready in his tent before the game started and put on the matching outfits you had brought. Tom watched you twirl around in front of the mirror in your white tennis skirt and shirt that had Tom’s last name on it and couldn’t help but smile.

“Golf skirts are so cute. I wish the sport itself wasn’t so boring so I could wear these more.” You said as you admired the way the skirt moved in the mirror. Tom was admiring it as well while feeling guilty for looking at his best friend that way.

“You know you could just wear them without playing golf.” He chuckled as his eyes followed the way you twirled.

“No I can’t. Everyone will know I’m not a real golf player.” You whined and turned away from the mirror.

“I believe the term is golfer, love.” Tom laughed again.

“Not for me it isn’t.” You sighed. Tom looked at the skirt again and gulped loudly. You suddenly noticed the way he was staring at you and you made awkward eye contact with each other. You both quickly looked away as Tom’s face turned pink.

“Are you excited to get out there and play?” You said to change the subject.

“I was when I woke up. I just didn’t realize how many people would be watching. The pressure is kinda getting to me now.” Tom admitted as he peaked his head out of the tent.

“Don’t worry about all those people. You’re gonna do great out there. You love golf. Which I really don’t understand because honestly I can’t imagine anything more boring than silently hitting balls towards holes in the ground but for some reason, it makes you happy. So don’t go out there and think about all the people watching. Think about how you get to do what makes you happy for a great cause.”

“Thanks. You always know what to say.” Tom smiled softly at you as he made he way over to you.

“Every now and then I do.” You laughed shyly, still flustered from the way he had been looking at you.

“No. You always do.” He corrected you while looking anywhere but in your eyes.

“I think you’re the only one who thinks that. But thanks for saying it.” You smiled fondly at him and finally met his gaze.

“You’re welcome.” He said in a quiet voice, practically a whisper. You stared at each other for a moment, only breaking apart when Tom’s name was called.

“Holland? They’re ready for you on the course.”

“Okay. Guess I better go.” Tom said and picked up his golf bag. It was a similar situation to the last time you kissed his cheek and he hoped you realized that too. He’s been yearning for another kiss every second since the last one and hoped this would prompt you to give him one.

“Good luck.” You smiled and gave him two thumbs up. You didn’t try to kiss his cheek again, which made Tom frown.

“Here I go.” He said and nodded towards the exit of the tent.

“All right. I’ll see you out there.” You laughed awkwardly, not sure what he was doing.

“Uh huh. I’m going now.” He repeated, making one last attempt to drop the hint that he wanted a kiss.

“Are you?” You teased him and the dropped the act. He started toying with the straps of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at you.

“Remember how the other day, before I gave my speech, I was feeling really nervous? So you kissed me on the cheek to wish me luck?”

“I remember.” You said quietly, feeling nervous now that he brought that up.

“Well it actually really calmed me down. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like you have calming powers in your lipstick or something.”

“Maybe I do. But then again, maybe not. Maybe it’s mabelline.”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s just you.” He smiled shyly at you. “So, um, I was wondering -only if you want- you could maybe possibly do it again?”

“You want a kiss on the cheek?” Your face lit up when you realized why he was acting so strange. You’d been worried about the kiss, thinking you had crossed a boundary, only to find out he had liked it.

“Yes. But only for good luck. No other reason.” He clarified as his eyes darted to the side.

“For luck? But I thought it calmed you down?” You tested him while walking towards him.

“It did both. It calmed me down and that’s why I was able to give a good speech.”

“I see. So you want another good luck kiss? For your nerves?” You raised and eyebrow and stood directly in front of him.

“Yeah. For my nerves.” He lied, heart pounding now that the kiss might happen again. Sure enough, you playfully rolled your eyes at him before going up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. This one lasted longer than the last but his face blushed just the same.

“Good luck.” You said sincerely once you pulled away. Tom’s entire face melted as he looked at you with the softest eyes you’d ever seen on him.

“Thanks, darling. I’m sure to win now.”

Before you could say anything else, Tom was called again and had to go this time. You watched him play from the sidelines (are there sidelines in golf idfk) and cheered him on whenever he hit the ball into the hole. Golf was a quiet sport (I’m just guessing at this point) so you were the only one cheering but you didn’t mind the looks you got. You only cared about supporting Tom. Tom ending up winning the tournament or something idk how golf works lolz he scored a three point shot in the hole woop he won yay. He met you back at the tent afterwards with his trophy/metal/golf prize and scooped you up in a hug.

“Congratulations! That went pretty well, right? I still have no idea how golf works. You wanted the least amount of points, right?” You said once he put you down.

“Darling, that was the best game I’ve ever played. Your kisses are like magic.” He exclaimed, making your face feel warm.

“I’m glad you think so.” You said in a quieter voice.

“I know so. I bet if you ever kissed me on the mouth, I’d get like, real superpowers or something.” Tom blurted. You both looked at each other, unsure who was more surprised that he said that. He normally wouldn’t have been so bold, but the high of winning had gotten to him.

“Yeah. Who knows what would happen?” You laughed to break the awkward silence that had settled. You looked at each other again and ever so slowly started to lean in. Before anything could happen, the moment was interrupted.

“Tom, you’re wanted outside for an interview.” Someone popped into your tent to say.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “The press is here.”

“Don’t be sorry. Go celebrate. I’ll be here when you get back.” You told him, equally disappointing that the moment was gone.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you. Or if I could take you with me. There’s a lot of people out there and having you by my side makes these things a little easier. I don’t know. I guess you just make me brave.”

“Tommy, you got this. You don’t need me to make you brave. You just won the whole tournament tournament. If you can do that, you can totally talk to a few journalists.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” He nodded but didn’t seem convinced. You wanted to calm his nerves but it seemed like words weren’t working. Without thinking, you pulling him down by his shirt and kissed both of his cheeks.

“Both cheeks?” He smiled shyly when you leg go of his shirt.

“Extra luck.” You shrugged. “Not that you need it.”

“Thanks.” His smile widened as he touched his cheek.

After the golf tournament, Tom had a few weeks off from his usual busy schedule. While he usually welcomed time to himself, he couldn’t help but be disappointed that he had run out of opportunities to get you to kiss him again. He looked over at you after stopped to get gas and decided that if no opportunities presented themselves, he had to create them himself. He looked at the gas pump before sheepishly looking over at you.

“What are you waiting for?” You wondered when Tom didn’t get out of the car.

“Did you know that sometimes people put gas in their cars and blow up?” Tom said very matter of factly.

“Is that true?” You asked skeptically.

“Maybe. Who’s to say? Anyways, I’m kinda nervous it might happen to me right now.” He said as he looked at your out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re nervous you’re gonna put gas in the car and it’s gonna blow up?” You asked, catching on to what he was doing.

“Yes.”

“Ah. I see. And I’m guessing you want a kiss for good luck? In case you blow up?”

“In case I blow up, yes.” Tom nodded and looked at you hopefully.

“You’re too cute.” You chuckled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He beamed in excitement before getting out of the car to pump the gas.

“Did you blow up?” You asked once he got back in.

“You would’ve known if I did.” He mumbled, making you laugh.

“I don’t know anything anymore, Tommy. Things I thought I knew have become the things I wonder about.” You sighed and looked out the window. Even thought he knew he shouldn’t, Tom thought into this. He’d been thinking a lot lately about your friendship and if it would ever move past platonic and he wondered if that’s what you’d been wondering about too.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked you, noticing the way you stiffened.

“I don’t know. Just like, things I thought were one thing are starting to look like they could be other things.” You shrugged. Your vague answer made Tom even more determined to unearth your true meaning.

“Interesting, interesting. And what if you elaborated on that?” He asked you.

“What if you drove away from this gas station and let the people in line behind us fill their tank?” You laughed and pointed to the cars behind you. Tom quickly put the car into park and drove away but didn’t stop thinking about what you had said.

A week later, Tom forced you to go to an Urgent care after spending the last few days feeling under the weather. You didn’t feel like you had to go, but went to put Tom’s Kim’s at ease.

“What’s taking them so long? I feel like we’ve been waiting for hours.” He asked as he paced the floor.

“It’s been three minutes.” You pointed out before blowing your nose.

“Longest three minutes of my life. What’s taking so long?” He whined and checked outside of the door again.

“The doctor said it would take at least 15 minutes to run the test. Just be patient.”

“I can’t. I can’t relax. Not until I know you’re okay.” Tom shook his head and started to chew on his nails. You felt bad that he was so worked up, so you pulled his hand out of his mouth and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll be okay, okay? You don’t need to worry about me.” You said in a soft tone.

“I’ll always worry about you, darling. Can’t help it.” He said with a pout. You smiled at him and patted his cheek just as the doctor came in.

“Oh thank God. Is she okay?” Tom asked the doctor.

“We got the results-“

“Oh God. It’s cancer. It’s cancer, isn’t it?” Tom cut her off.

“No. We didn’t even test for that. We were just testing for strep. Which she doesn’t have.” The doctor said flatly.

“What? So what’s wrong with her?”

“She’s fine. She just has a viral infection in her sinuses.” The doctor explained and handed you the lab work.

“A what?” Tom asked and took the lab work from your hands.

“Your girlfriend just has the sniffles.” The doctor sighed. You gave her an apologetic smile as Tom read your results.

“Oh. Okay. That’s not so bad. We can handle sniffles.” Tom nodded and put his hand on your back.

“I’m prescribing amoxicillin. You can pick it up in an hour at your pharmacy.” The doctor said as she wrote something out on her prescription pad. She held the prescription out and Tom took it.

“Thanks, doc.” He smiled gratefully at her.

“No problem. Feel better. For mine and your boyfriends sake.” She winked at you before leaving the room.

“This is such a relief. I really thought you were gonna die.” Tom sighed and pulled you into his chest.

“Why? My only symptom is a runny nose.” You chuckled.

“And crusty eyes and a cough and you haven’t heard anything I’ve said for the past few days which means clogged ears.”

“That’s just because I’ve been ignoring you.” You teased him. Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you before looking down at the prescription again.

“Did, uh, did you hear the doctor call you my girlfriend?” Tom asked coyly without looking at you.

“I didn’t hear anything with these clogged ears.”

“I definitely heard it. She also called me your boyfriend. Weird, right?” He forced a laugh but watched carefully for your reaction.

“So weird. I wonder why she thought we were a couple?”

“Maybe because you kissed me right before she walked in. Since you’re so infatuated with me and what not.” Tom shrugged before cracking a smile.

“Please. You needed that kiss. You were about to spin out and only these luscious lips could reel you back in.”

“Those luscious lips probably just gave me a sinus infection.” Tom laughed and wiped where your lips had been.

“Oh no. I got my sickness all over your cheek.” You pretended to pout while you wiped your hands all over his face.

“Ew. Get those germs hands away from me.” He laughed and swatted your hands away.

“I thought you liked me all over you.” You said, creating yet another awkward silence to fill the room. You exchanged awkward looks until Tom cleared his throat.

“Come on.” He said. “Let’s go get your medicine so I can finally have some peace.”

Tom had to wait until you weren’t contagious anymore before he could work up the nerve to ask for another kiss. He watched you struggling to open a jar of pickles for a while before deciding to test his luck with you.

“I can’t open this.” You whined and tried to open the jar again.

“Oh, I see. You need a big strong man, don’t you?” Tom said and flexed his biceps for you.

“Yeah. Do you know any?” You teased him as your eyed his biceps.

“Give it here, love. I’ll open it for you.” He winked at you and took the jar. He flexed for you again and you threw your hand over your forehead and pretended to swoon. Tom smiled shyly before trying to open the jar. He paused suddenly when he got an idea in his head.

“Before I do, how about a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“They used to be for good luck. Before you started abusing their power.”

“This is for good luck.” He insisted. “I need the luck incase I cut myself on the lid.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him before kissing his cheek. Tom smiled to himself before opening the jar for you.

As the weeks went on, Tom slowly got more comfortable asking for kisses and was soon asking for them nearly every day. They started off as infrequent kisses for good luck and soon became a daily occurrence any time Tom could think of an excuse to ask for one.

“Can I have a kiss before I go?” He asked before going to set.

“Wait! Come back! Kiss me!” He called after you when you got off the couch during a movie night.

“Gimme a kiss. Please? Just a little one?” He whined when you walked away from your cart at the grocery store.

“How about a kiss right here?” He asked and tapped his cheek when he stopped at a red light. You playfully rolled your eyes before leaning over the console to kiss his cheek.

“You really like being kissed on the cheek, huh?”

“From you, I do.”

“So no one else? Just me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Only you, darling. If someone else tried to kiss my cheek, I’d kick them into the head so hard they saw the curvature of the earth.”

“Damn.” You laughed. “You could just move away.”

“Yeah but that wouldn’t send the message, would it?” Tom smiled as he looked over at you.

“And what is the message exactly?”

“That these cheeks belongs to another.” He said suavely and looked over at you. You laughed at his joke but kept your eyes on him as he continued to drive. When Tom noticed you staring at him, he felt his face flush and looked at you. He got so caught up in your eyes that he nearly ran the next red light.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked as he stopped short.

“You almost ran that red.” You chuckled and looked away, pleased with the effect you had on him.

“Because you were staring at me like that scary picture of Miley Cyrus.” Tom said, making your smile fall.

“I wasn’t. I was just thinking.” You replied and playfully swatted his arm.

“About what?”

“You and me. Us.” You shrugged and turned to stare out Tom’s passenger window. Tom did a double take at you and struggled to keep his eyes on the road.

“Us?” He squeaked.

“Yeah. Us.”

“What about us?” He asked as his heart pounded in his ears.

“I don’t know. Do you ever feel like we’re more than friends?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, yeah, we’re friends. But we also do things that I would never do with my other friends. The number one example being kissing your cheek. But there’s a lot more than that, do you know what I mean? I feel like we’re always doing things that I would never do with any other of my friends. Only you.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean.” Tom smiled softly as he looked over at you.

“You do?” You asked hopefully.

“I do. I do feel like we’re more than friends. I know we’re not dating, but I also know that-“

“We’re not just friends?” You finished his sentence for him. He looked over at you again and nodded with a fond smile.

“Yeah. Exactly.” He replied. He turned his eyes back to the road but you continued to stare at him. Tom soon felt you put your hand on his left cheek to pull his face closer and kiss his right cheek.

“What was that one for? I didn’t even have to ask.” Tom blushed and touched his cheek.

“That was for understanding me.” You smiled and put your hand on his knee. You exchanged another fond look before driving in comfortable silence.

As the weeks went on, Tom continued to ask for kisses for random things and you continued to give them. What started as a sweet gesture for good luck became a common occurrence between the two of you. You often thought about the conversation you had about being more than friends and wondered what would happen if one day, you moved the kiss just a few inches over. These are the things you thought about while you waited for Tom to get out of his trailers bathroom so you could walk with him to set.

“All right. Come on. You’re first on the call sheet so you can’t be late.” You said as you knocked on Tom’s bathroom door. He opened it up and gave you a grumpy look until you handed him a cup of coffee. He gave you a grateful smile before slipping an arm around your waist to pull you closer and kiss the side of your head.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Tom said through a yawn before sipping his coffee. You grabbed his scripts and a book to read while you waited for him on set before going to the door. Tom’s feet shuffled behind you but stopped once he reached the door. You went to open the trailer door but he reached over you and shut it.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna be late.” You turned to ask him.

“It’ll be fine. Before I go, can I have a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“Good luck for what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just in general. For my day. Don’t you want me to have a lucky day?” Tom teased you and turned his face to the side so you could kiss his cheek. You looked into his eyes and thought about the conversation you had had with him the day before. If you were ever going to fully cross over from friends to something more, somebody had to make the first move. That move came in the form of you you cupping his chin between your fingers to turn his face towards yours. Tom looked confused so before you could overthink it, you pulled him down to kiss him. Tom’s eyes flew open before fluttering shut, tickling your face as they closed. He stepped closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, he looked stunned for a minute, then smiled.

“Wow. It really was-“

“If you say it was your lucky day I’m gonna knock you out.” You cut him off.

“Psh. I wasn’t.” He scoffed and looked down at his fingernails. He thought about the kiss again and looked up at you with the biggest smile in the world.

“Okay, I was.” He admitted. “But how lucky am I? The loveliest girl in the world just kissed me.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words before slipping your hand into his. You walked hand in hand to the set and went up to the director.

“Oh, hey Tom. Good to see you again. Who’s your friend?” The director smiled and pointed to you.

“Friend? Oh no, you just be mistaken.“ Tom smiled suavely as he wrapped an arm around you. You rolled your eyes with affection and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“See you after?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Yep. Good luck out there.” You replied before leaning up to kiss his cheek, just for old times sake.

“Psh.” He scoffed playfully. “Who needs luck?”

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