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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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Okay, what Im requesting really angst so I get if you don’t want write,

boyfriend!Tom starting to feel things to his co-star while y/n is waiting for him to come back to her and when he coms back he tells her the turth. She runs pf with tears and have a serious car crash and Tom regrets what he did and blames himself for her injures.

(Oh god I love jerk Tom so much)

(love your writings <3)

a/n: took a little while to write this, but it's done, finally! Hahah. Feels like ive been writing a lot of angst lately lol, what you guys think? Thanks anon for requesting, hope you like it!

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, heartbreak, mentions of blood, car accident, language.

Broken. That’s how you felt, staring into those brown chocolate eyes, full of regret, guilt and fear. Your heart clenches inside of your chest, desperately trying to find some sort of comfort while your heartbeat only seems to increase each second you pass looking at him.

“What?”, your voice is cracked. Your eyes are glistening with the threatening tears.

You still can hear the reverberation of his words inside of your head: I think I’m having feelings for someone else. Someone else. His co-star. Tom had just admitted to you he was having feelings for his co-star.

You and Tom have been in a relationship long enough to know this would inevitably break your heart into pieces. Those words didn’t even make sense to you. Though both of you were feeling a little off lately, like your relationship wasn’t the same anymore, you were sure this was just a phase, you were willing to bring you two back on track. But right now you could see you were the only one with hope and this made you feel ashamed of just standing in front of Tom, feeling extremely exposed and weak.

He sniffles, averting his gaze to the ground. “I- I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to blurt it like that, it’s just-“

You blink your tears away, your whole body shaking slightly, not under your control anymore. Your hands close into fists as you try to control your emotions and the unbearable pressure on your chest. “What is it, Tom? What is happening? I- I can’t understand, I thought-“, you didn’t even know what to say. You bite your lips to prevent you from crying. “Since... since when, Tom?”

He breathed out, cheeks buffing as he runs his hands through his curls. “I don’t know. Honestly”, his voice was full of sadness, “I just- I realized it today”.

You feel your knees getting weaker. “Did you-“, you gulp, too afraid to ask, “Did you cheat on me, Tom? Did you do something with her? Did she touch you? Did you touch her?”

Though you knew pretty well none of that was important anymore, that betraying your feeling while still together was equally as bad as kissing or sleeping with someone else, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that physical contact would make the whole thing worse. You couldn’t stand the thought of being there, waiting for Tom to come home and maybe have a nice dinner so you could enjoy time together and make things work out again, while he was out there fucking another girl.

But he shook his head no, and you released a sigh in relief. He had a frown between his brows, genuinely hurt by the path of that conversation. “I’d never, y/n”, he rubbed his eyes. “I know this doesn’t make me a better of a man, but I- I swear to God I just realized it now. It was today, when we were filming and... and I couldn’t go another minute without telling you this. This is so fucked up and I am so fucking sorry, but I thought that it would be better for both of us if I just told you this and-“

A sob coming from your parted lips breaks his attempt to explain, watching you fall apart for something he has done. Tom didn't stop loving you. It felt different, but he still cared about your feelings and how you'd deal with the fact that your relationship wasn't working anymore. He felt guilty and even disgusted at himself for breaking your heart. But that didn't stop him neither.

"Can we talk about this, darling?", he mumbles, trying to reach your hand, but you step back, body trembling as you fight back the need of giving in to his embrace.

"Don't. Don't call that", you cry out, letting the tears fall freely on your cheeks now. "Fuck, Tom, what did I do? I didn't deserve this. I- I was by your side, I never left. I knew this day would come, but I was trying my best..."

"It's not like that, y/n", he mutters, feeling defeated. He didn't intend to take it this way. He never wanted to make you cry. He promised he would never make you cry. "I've tried. And I love you, I love you so fucking much, but I... I don't know what happened".

You wipes the tears away furiously, too frustrated to care about the look on your face right now. You just didn't want to look fragile, or broken, or weak - all of the things you actually were feeling like.

You look at him clearer, the man you so desperately love, the man you most felt affection to. Tom was everything you always dreamt of. If there was a man you could say you trusted in, it was Tom. And he betrayed your feelings.

It wasn't his fault and you had to admit that. He fell for another woman. He just didn't feel the same about you anymore, and though you were suffering, you couldn't blame it on him. It was just human nature. Life itself, playing tricks on you, when you so certainly believed to have found the love of your life.

"I know", you say through hoarse voice. "I can't blame it on you. It's not your fault. I just- I thought we could work this out, y'know? Thought you wanted this with me". You give him a sad smile and couldn't help but let more tears roll down your face. You felt pathetic and you were sure you looked just like that.

Tom swallows the thick knot on his throat, chest aching at the sign of you. He wanted to say something, but couldn't think about anything good enough.

Ashamed of your position, you nod a couple of times for nothing in special and make your way to the front door.

"Wait! Y/n, what are you- where are you going?", Tom shouted, eyes wide as he tried to take your arm. You pulled it from his reach and raised your hand to prevent him from coming any closer.

"I'm leaving. What else do you expect me to do, Tom?" With bloodshot eyes, you stare at him, lips pressed tightly in a thin line, holding everything in you to not make even more a fool of yourself.

"I don't know", he almost whispers.

You can't seem to contain the growing anger inside of you for his words, sobbing a little more as you try to come up with the right thing to say. Why does he have to do this to you?

"Guess what? I don't know neither. All of a sudden, my long-term boyfriend told me he is falling for another girl. Do you know how much it costs me to look at you right now, Tom? I can't even- I fucking hate you right now and I know it's not even your fucking fault, but I can't help it!" You scream, hand covering your mouth as you try to regain some composure. "Just leave me fucking alone, Tom!"

Without another word, you run to the front door, yanking it open and slamming it shut, letting your whines finally scape through your gritted teeth.

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Tom checked his phone one more time before slipping into the covers and lay down on his empty bed, facing the ceiling for a long enough time to get sick of it.

His mind was running wild, thinking about the things he said to you, and the thing you said to him. It was hard to face the fact that he made you cry and feel miserable. Tom never intended that. He knew both of you were slipping apart, gradually giving your relationship an end, but that was a whole different level.

He closed his eyes, thinking about the moment you stormed out the door, thinking about the feeling he had previously in the morning, while working with his co-star. It wasn't the strongest thing he felt in his life, it wasn't even near to the things he felt when meeting you, but he knew he should be honest with you from the moment he realized there was something going on.

But even know, he felt like he messed it up real bad.

Tom has been calling you since you stepped out of the house, but you never answered, or called back. He left a message in your voicemail, asking you to come back home so you could talk. Aware of the fact that this had no coming back, Tom just needed to look at you one more time and apologise for being a dick. He couldn't afford to have you out of his life.

And then his phone rang.

He was quick to pick it up and press to his ear, waiting to hear your voice, but what he heard was something much more unexpected.

"Hello, can I please speak with Thomas Stanley?", an unrecognizable voice came to the phone and Tom sat on his bed.

"Uh, yes, it's me. What's the matter?"

"I'm calling because you're at Miss y/n y/l/n's emergency contact. She was brought to the hospital after an accident, a car crash. Miss y/n is passing through an emergency surgery right now and I need to inform someone in the family..."

The woman kept talking, voice too steady for something so breath-taking. Tom was surely out of breath. For a few seconds, he felt like he had gone blind, not able to see anything besides a black spot in the darkness of his room.

He couldn't believe he was hearing that. It couldn't be real. He tried to come up with any excuse, with some explanation, but everything that ever crossed his mind at the moment was the sign of you laying flat on some ciment busy street, blood coming out of the corner of your mouth and eyes wide open with no brightness on them.

"Sir?", the woman spook again and Tom was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Can you give me the address?", he jumped out of bed and started to look for his keys frantically. The woman gave him instructions and he quickly made his way to the living room.

"Fuck... where 'my fucking keys!" He yelled desperately, throwing the pillows on the sofa go the ground to look better. "Fuck!"

Tom sat on the couch, heavy breathing making his whole body shake. His hands holds his head and his eyes go wide. He felt a heat rise in every part of his body, but mainly on his chest.

It was his fault, he knew it. You were supposed to be at home, you were supposed to stay with him. You were going to have dinner together, and you wouldn't be driving before having a car crash.

Why did he mess up? Why did he say those things to you? He shouldn't have let you go outside in that state. He shouldn't

Tom heard the front door crack open, and he raised his head with silly hopes of you stepping inside and all of this being a fucking cruel joke, but instead, it was Harrison passing by.

"Tom, I was just going to- Dude, what happened?" Harrison puts a worried face when he saw the bloodshot eyes, trembling lips and shaking hands, all parts of Tom's nervousness.

He almost couldn't put his voice to work, and if it wasn't for the fact that he needed to reach out the hospital in no time, to make sure you were fine, maybe he wouldn't be able to say a single word.

"You gotta drive me. I can't- I can't find my keys. And she needs me. I need her. I need to find her, Haz. She- fuck, she needs me and I can't find my fucking keys", he said in desperation, letting himself become a sobbing mess in front of his friend.

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There was no small talk between the two of them whilst the drive to the hospital. It seemed like you have done a long way from home; the distance was killing the eye browned boy.

All that was on his mind now was the thought of you - moments you've spent together, days of happiness and things that he loved about you. He remembered the first time you met, the day he asked you out and the first time he heard you say you loved him. He questioned himself when was the last time you said that, when he heard his name coming out of your lips with an "I love you" next. He couldn't remember and he felt disgusting for that too.

Because Tom realized in the way to the hospital that he couldn't live without you. If you were gone, there would be nothing. He never thought about this day, never thought that one day he'd be losing you, but the bare possibility of this happening made him realize he wouldn't stand it. He needed you, in more ways than just one.

"She'll be fine, Tom", Harrison told him for the third time, when they were sitting in a corridor, waiting for a doctor to call for Tom when you were brought to the room.

"'S all my fault. Shouldn't have fought her. Shouldn't have let her think I didn't love her", Tom muttered more to himself, voice hoarse.

Tom was bouncing his leg rapidly, eyes closed tightly an heart aching for every second he spent without any medic information.

"Mr. Holland?" A voice came next to him, a doctor, a comphreensive smile on his face, which eased Tom a little bit. "Miss y/n is in her room now, you can check on her".

Tom got up immediately, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans while walking down the aisle with the doctor to your room. When he reached the place with white walls, white sheets and an audible beep from the machine that was monitoring your heartbeat.

"She's asleep right now, might wake up in about an hour or so. Then a nurse should come check on her", the doctor says, reading through some papers on his clipboard. He sighs lightly and look at Tom, whose eyes are glue on you. "I might say she was lucky, Mr. Holland. It was a serious accident, and others victims didn't have as much luck as Miss y/n", he friendly pats Tom's shoulder. "Don't know what you believe in, but I think you should be thankful. She's a strong girl, she'll be fine", he smiled and after a few seconds, left Tom and you alone in the room, closing the door behind him.

Tom was hesitant, taking small steps towards your bed as he looked cautiously every part of you body. You had some big injuries on your face. There was a bandage on your nose, which was broken when you entered the emergency. Your lips had cuts and there was a purple spot on your forehead and around one of your eyes.

Tom felt sick to his stomach thinking about how much pain you had gone through the last hours. He stood beside your bed, taking your fragile looking hands on his. It was bruised too, and Tom pressed a very light kiss to your palm, letting a silent tear roll down his face till reach his chin.

"I'm so sorry, my love", he whispered with a croaky voice. "You'll be fine, it's gonna be alright", he reassured, more to himself than to you, who was drifted on sleep now, too far from the chaos that was going on outside.

Tom sniffles, rubbing a hand on his wet nose, and blinks a couple of times to get rid of his tears. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I know it's my fault. And I was wrong".

He breathed out, looking at the ceiling as he remembered your conversation that evening. "There's no one I love more than you, y/n. It was dumb of me thinking that there's anyone I might be in love with besides you. It's only you, love, you're the person I can't live without".

Tom felt like a kid, crying over your hand, squeezing it ever so lightly and praying that you might hear his apologies and his pleas.

"And it was unfair of me not putting as much effort as you in this relationship. This is my fault too. But I love you, and I don't care about anything else, your love is the only thing I'm going to focus on when you wake up".

Tom realized that nothing was more important than your relationship to him now. Not even work, which has taken so much of his time that he was slowly slipping apart from you. Not even whatever feeling he fooled himself to believe in. It wasn't true. It was his fear of not being in love with you anymore, of being too far to bring you two together again. But by that moment, Tom knew he couldn't be afraid of nothing else than losing you. And now he just prayed that you could forgive him and the things he said, while he left himself fall in tears and regret.

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tomhollandfics · 3 years

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Teacher!Tom

* = smut

* Adore - @duskholland

your history professor is remarkably attractive and you can't quite seem to kick the crush that you've managed to develop on him

* Under The Table - @duskholland

professor holland has a special assignment for you...

Here Comes The Sun - @waitimcomingtoo

teacher!tom has an unruly elementary class to put up with but things change when the new music teacher shows up - eventually feelings develop between the two and only their students are willing to do something about it

* After Hours - @cornacopicimagines

it’s wrong, y/n tells herself, she can’t help it though, she can’t help fantasising about him - at the other end of the class, tom tells himself to stop staring at her, it’s creepy, he thinks - neither one knows of the mutual pining that is until tension bubbles over

All Thanks To A Projector - @tomsteaandbiscuits

there’s a new teacher at the high school you teach at and he is very attractive

Little Cupid - @loserholland

what happens when your five year old tries to set you up with her kindergarten teacher?

* Teachers - @marvelouspeterparker

your colleague is insufferable, really - the way he’s so cocky, so lenient with his students, so nonchalant, so attractive with no effort whatsoever - you hate him, really

* Office Hours - @screamholland

you’re more than nervous for your first year of being a teaching assistant, but you have the help of your professor, dr. thomas holland - after spending late nights in coffee shops or his peaceful study, a chemistry blossoms between you two that slowly becomes more than teacher-student - it leaves you to make a choice; to leave your relationship professional or take it a step further

Gold Rush - @spideyspeaches

he taught british history and you chastise yourself for not auditing for that subject earlier

Mr. Holland - @quacksonhq

y/n's son attends kindergarten for the first time, and it just so happens that mr. holland is the teacher

Monday Mornings - @blissfulparker

you and tom like to keep your relationship private - but when he leaves his laptop charger at home you only want to be a good girlfriend and give it to him but accidentally expose everything

My Rapunzel - @farfromharry

being a college professor means tom’s working from home in these difficult times, spending a lot more time with his angel of a daughter and his beautiful girlfriend, who by the way is definitely his favourite princess

Stay With Me - @evermoreholland

tom has been overworking himself and you take care of him

* Behind Closed Doors - @hollandcrush

your mind paid no attention to his words only to the way his hands clenched, extenuating his veins under his rolled up sleeves - this little affair between you and your english professor had been going on for a while

Handsome Man - @hoodieofholland

you think your professor is a really good-looking man and let it slip out of your mouth

Caught In The Act - @ptersmj

you and tom are dating but their students don’t know it, until they see one of them walk past the others zoom class

* Professor 'Fuck Me A Lot' - @deepika-padukone

you catch tom in a compromising position

* Dear Teacher - @sam-hollandsgirl

professor tom takes a liking to you

* I Wanna Wear Your Tie - @tom-holland-parker

tom takes a liking to one of his students for being so smart - he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears until one day, after class, he asks her to hang back

Boys Have Cooties - @illicitlimerence-writes

you and tom are both middle-school teachers

Art And Drama - @fics-for-my-heart

everyone can see it but the two of you

* Of Pubs And Profs - @creme-bruhlee

you have what you consider the best night of your life, but discover that it was with the worst person possible

Temptations (Series) - @spideyssunshine

what happens when a sexy literature professor and student fall for one another over zoom?

All Nighters - @pparkersbitch

tom helps you with your homework

Give Me A Week - @tomhollanddaily

tom's your professor but there's an underlying mutual crush

My Office - @hllandstom

it was the end of the semester at the johns hopkins - she was a brilliant student and was used to be on the top 3 of all her classes, except his - tom didn’t understand how an amazing with that much of merits could fail just one single class, but she did

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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HOLAAAAAAAA, can you pls write a seggc librarian!tom fic😫😵🤤😩😳😍🤩😖🤪😻

Booked date ↬ t.h

A/N: WHOOO hope this doesn't suck (spoiler: it does <3)

Warnings: none :)

WC: 0.7k

Summary: you meet him in your english class, he meets you in the library.

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Your life has never once before felt like a shitty romcom as you stood on the laminate flooring of the library of your college, books in hand as you navigate your way through the huge library.

You weren’t keen on studying in the library, you felt the purpose of it was destroyed the moment you put your headphones in, blaring music through the silent room as you ran your hands through the not so neatly written notes of your classes, the smell of book hitting your nose as you try to stay still, coercing your brain into concentrating on the words in front of you.

Yeah, the library wasn’t your first choice to study. It may be silent, but the echoes of music and scent of thousands of unused books was very distracting. Turns out though, the books weren’t as distracting as the sight of the brown haired man sitting on the reception was, his black turtleneck high up to his chin as his fingers akin to a pianist’s fingers typing away on the library server, serving looks to the finest.

In the two years of studying in your university, you could count on your fingers the number of librarians that were fired and hired, all mostly middle aged, all except this one. You knew him from your class in english 102, he was no older than you, one of the silent ones that diligently took notes while sitting in the last bench, and apparently working as the librarian of the, well, school library. You hadn’t talked to him much, but nobody managed to stay in the shadows long before someone or the other babbled their names.

Thomas Stanley Holland, that’s what you had heard his name was, had decent grades despite being dyslexic, not many friends other than his best mate Harrison. You had seen him maybe once or twice roaming aloof in the campus, but nothing more than campus.

Yet he had managed to captivate you, with his glinting brown eyes and a thousand watt smile, his khaki pants and infamous turtleneck that he sometimes graced his presence with. Your heart would stutter a beat everytime you accidently meet eyes, and you swore it was a coincidence that you would sometimes see him smiling just at you. Why would he smile at you? Someone who he’s never held a conversation with?

Snapping from your thoughts, you looked up from the book to see the lights around you dimming, the night sky now a dark navy blue colour instead of the ombre colour it was when you had come in.

You realised then what had snapped you from your work, removing one of the earphones as the cacophonous noise of electronic music reduced from your ear as you saw the vague outline of the said librarian.

"Um, not to intrude but it's getting kind of late." He said awkwardly, shuffling on his foot as he pursed his thin lips. You felt your heart beat faster at the first real conversation you were having with him, twirling the pen in your hand.

"Yeah it is, isn't It?" You chuckled, looking around, "So um, weird question but when do you study?"

"When I'm free." He shrugged, picking up the books around you.

Turning in your chair, you saw him take short strides to reshelve books, shaking your hair from your eyes as you got a good look at his plump ass.

"No offence but I see you here a lot." You said absentmindedly, getting up from your chair to arrange your books on your table, holding them vertically to set them straight.

"It's kind of my work, but I do get time off." He smiles, taking the books from your hand.

"I could help with that." You said, pointing at the pile of unevenly kept books sitting on the table.

"You don't have to-"

"- but I want to." You cut him off, smiling at the way he ducked down to hide his chuckle, "You could think of it as our first date, if you want to of course! No pressure-"

"First date in the library." He chuckled, "sounds like a plan."

Yeah, maybe you were essentially strangers, but you could get to know each other in a dark library with books to keep you company.

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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Who are your favorite Tom writers?

ahh this is such a long list of super talented writers:

@justapurrcat @heyhihellowhatsup0 @arvinsescape @hoodieofholland @waitimcomingtoo @wazzupmrstark @rosyparkers @tetralea @lauras-collection @hazofmyheart @spidey-sophie @greenorangevioletgrass @marvelouspeterparker @duskholland @t-lostinworlds @kidney9-9 @dlwritings @allegra-writes @worldoftom @kelieah @peterbenjiparker @celestialholland @tonguetiedholland @starktonyx

some of these writers write more for peter but they have great tom fics too! and i’ll also not sure if a few of these ppl are still active.

i also have fic recs on my masterlist for tom and peter!

#izzylovestheworld #answered

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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ur recent request was really good but can u do it this time where like he’s stressed with work and while him and the reader try to relieve some stress (sex ofc) he can’t cum? Cause I think that’s what that anon meant but like idk 🧍‍♀️ that’s just what I thought of when reading it so would u be able to do that too

A/n: so i read the request again and what you said made absolutely sense! Sorry anon from that old request, if this was your real intention. Hope you like it!

Warnings: smut (+18), light angst.

Masterlist Request/tell me your thoughts on this

You were squirming under him, hands tugged tightly on his toned arms. Every now and then you looked to the space between the two of you, bodies colliding against each other as Tom pounded into you forcefully. It was rough, and you were enjoying it. He propped one of his hand beside your head to keep his body above yours, while the other gripped om your thigh to open your legs even wider, flexing your knees to get a better angle.

"Fuck, Tom, right there", you claimed, eyes closing shut and you felt your high approaching. "Don't stop-"

Tom was covered in sweat, his skin glistening with the effort. You sensed he was tense, but assumed it was due the stress he was trying to relieve while fucking you. He had come back home feeling stressed and you tried to cool him down, but things took a different path when he kissed you harshfully. Not that you were complaining.

Tom was a passionate man, and sex could always end up being either rough or slow and sensual. Anyways, both of you were comfortable with whatever was brought up for one another, which always led to a joyful moment.

But while you were tipping over the edge, trying to hold yourself in order to reach your high with him, you noticed he only seemed to get more tense, hips colliding faster against yours as he kept a concentrated look on his face and his brows knit together. You cupped his face and brought it closer to kiss his lips, as you felt something was a little off, but you wasn't sure about it. Tom kissed your lips lightly, not opening his mouth. He hits a particular spot inside of you, blurring your mind and any rational thoughts you had, and you moaned.

"You close, baby?" You asked under your breath, hands gripping tighter on his biceps. "I won't last much longer, Tommy. I'm so close".

You whine and bite your lips hard, trying to hold on. Tom doesn't answer. Instead, he fasten his moves, body hovering over yours closely as he tried desperately chase his high. He didn't feel close. He didn't feel like he was going to cum at all, if he was being honest. His mind was clouded with so many thoughts and tension that he couldn't seem to think straight and he kept pressuring himself to come and let you get your orgasm.

"Just-" he panted, "Just hold on a little, love. Just a little more".

He thrusts his hips and hot breathe was coming out of his mouth, chest heavy with his hard breathing. You furrow as something crosses your mind, not longer clouded with your pleasure anymore.

"Shit", Tom cursed under his breath, feeling himself growing tired and his hips moving clumsily. "I- fuck, I can't".

He started to slow down his thrusts, until he stopped completely, leaving you laid there while collapsing his body beside you.

His breathing was still heavy, eyes tightly closed as a feeling of shame rushed down his entire body. Tom closed his hand in a fist, contracting it now and then with no courage to look at you.

You barely turn your head, looking at him by the corner of your eyes. Confused, you felt exposed with your legs still wide open, and you tried to comprehend what just happened.

Staring at the ceiling blankly, you hear Tom's breathing calming down as you waited for an answer or some sort of explanation. Did you do something wrong? Was he not turned on anymore?

Afraid of whatever was the reason why Tom simply got out of you all of a sudden, you pull the mattress from beneath your body to cover yourself, clinging on the fabric for some of relieve.

Tom rubbed his eyelids with his fingers, not daring to look at you as he said, "Fuck, y/n, I'm so sorry. I- I don't know what happened".

Silence filled the room once more as you searched for your voice. Your throat was dry and you licked your lips to be able to verbalize anything.

"Did I- uh, do something wrong?", you asked quietly and watch as he snapped his eyes open to stare at you.

"What? No!", he widen his eyes. "No, it was nothing like-"

"What happened? Exactly?", still embarrassed, you ask, looking at him more directly now.

Tom sighed and the look on his face made your chest pain. His cheeks were red, lips pressed in a thin line as he averted his eyes somewhere else.

"I couldn't- y'know. Finish", he admits in an almost whisper. "I'm so sorry-"

"Was it me?", you immediately ask, gulping nervously as you tug on the mattress harder. "Like, you wasn't, uh, turned on anymore?"

Tom shook his head vehemently. "No, 'course not, my love. Shit, I'm an idiot for letting you think this. I just- fuck, it's on me, I felt so tense. It was like I couldn't let it get out of me. I-", he sighed heavily and laid his head back on the pillow, hiding his face on his hands. "Sorry, I should have made you come. But I didn't want you to think that I couldn't cum-"

"Hey, Tom, it's okay", you reach his hand, taking it away from his face while you sit up on bed.

"I swear I don't know how this happened, I mean, I was horny and-"

"I know, Tom"

"Think I was too catch up with work and I am so fucking stressed, and now I just made a fucking fool of myself in front of you", he exhaled a deep and sharp breath, grimacing. "Shit".

You sigh and cup his face in both hands, asking silently for him to look at you. "Tom, can you listen to me, please?"

He looked up at you, a scowl still on his face. You shake your head slowly. "It's okay, Tommy. You don't need to feel ashamed of this. I should have realized sooner, but if I knew you were feeling so stressed I'd never bring this to the bedroom", you caress gentle finger on his cheek and press a light kiss on this temple.

"I just feel like- I thought I could relieve it this way", he sighs defeated, letting himself relax under the light touch of your fingers. "And I wanted for us to have a proper time together. I've been working so much it feels like I haven't touched you in weeks. I'm sorry for ruining it for you".

You give him a small smile. "I appreciate your concern, Tom, but I don't want to have sex if you're not enjoying it too".

Tom takes you hand and rubs the pad of his thumbs on the back, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss on it. "Thank you, darling. For being so understanding. Don't deserve you".

You roll your eyes and pull his chest playfully. "Stop it". Chuckling, Tom grabs you by the waist for a cuddle, burying his face in the crock of your neck. You play with the strands of his curls, inhaling his strong scent and relaxing into his embrace. "Love you, Tom. You don't ever need to be ashamed of anything with me. And I always wanna know how you really feel, truthfully. Okay?"

He hummed against your skin, kissing your neck lightly. "Okay, love. 'M sorry for that too".

"It's okay", you smile, pressing yourself more into him. "Let's just relax, then. Wanna watch something?".

"Yeah, maybe", he inhales deeply, raising his head to look at you, one hand squeezing the side of your waist as a small smirk cracked on the corner of his lips. "But don't you think I'll forget I have something to make up for to you, darling. You have my word".

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