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#moonshineholland fic
moonshineholland · 4 years
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Never Let Me Go / T.H. x reader
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R E Q U E S T: Hi! Saw that you’re taking requests and i was thinking maybe i could get some imagine? One where tom took his stress out on his girlfriend causing them to have this huge fight the night before they have to spend time with both of their families and of course, the whole family knows something’s wrong because both of them are not in the mood and the two mothers of both sides decides to talk to them separately and then making them make up? Thank youuuu in advance! Hope you can see this! 🥰
A/N: It’s been so long since I've actually sat down to right something so I hope this is half decent! Shoutout to @cumholland​ for reading through this and helping me out💖
W A R N I N G S: Kinda angsty, I guess you could interpret the ending as being a little suggestive *wiggles eyebrows*😂
W O R D • C O U N T: 2.8k
The silence in the car was killing you and you were 99.9% sure it was killing Tom too. The atmosphere was tense, even as you pretended to be busy counting the trees, but neither of you were planning on being the first to apologise, you’d gone all morning hardly uttering a word to each other and you weren’t about to give in and be nice to him, especially with the way he had treated you this morning. 
You’d both woken up when Tom’s alarm went off at 7:30. Usually, he’d wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder, yet today there wasn’t even a “good morning darling” which, of course, stung. Tom rolled out of bed and you just pulled the covers up further, staring at the wardrobe as he got ready, you thought about turning over whilst he was picking his clothes out but then you realised just how petty that would be so you averted your gaze, the wall suddenly becoming much more interesting. 
“We’re leaving in an hour.” And with that, Tom had left the room, shutting the bedroom door behind him. You could feel the tears prickling your waterline, the first thing he’d said to you in over twelve hours and it couldn’t have sounded more bitter, like he didn’t want to go, especially not with you. You sighed, throwing back the covers and trudging into the bathroom, coming to stand in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. Normally you'd be stood with a smile on your face, having just shared some loving moments with him before forcing yourselves to get up, you’d brush your teeth in a comfortable silence, sneaking side-eye glances at him that he would always, always catch, wiggling his eyes brows at you before turning to rest his back against the counter. This morning you brushed your teeth alone, sadness hanging in the air. 
You made the bed, picking up the stray cushions that were strewn across the floor, they’d usually get stacked neatly to one side before the two of you got into bed but not last night, last night you’d thrown them angrily, not caring where they landed just so long as you could curl up in bed and fall asleep before Tom came up. The sun was shining when you opened the curtains, a pleasant change from the gloom of yesterday, it gave you hope that you would still have a good weekend at the beach house, with both of your families, regardless of whether you and Tom were on speaking terms or not. 
Sifting through your side of the wardrobe you decided on your favourite red sundress, decorated with tiny daisies and frills underneath the bust, one of Tom’s favourite dresses, not that you were dressing for his pleasure. You grabbed your denim jacket from the back of the door and your small suitcase, taking one final glance at the picture of the two of you that sat on the desk, it was taken on a double date, you’d scooped some whipped cream from your milkshake onto the tip of his nose, his mouth hanging open and feigning shock, whilst you were caught mid laugh, you never laughed as hard as you did when you were with him.
You made your way downstairs, lingering on the middle steps. You still had twenty minutes left, did you really want to sit in an uncomfortable silence with your boyfriend? But you definitely needed a drink so you continued your decent, breezing right past Tom, who was watching the football highlights and into the kitchen. Coffee brewed, you sat at the kitchen table scrolling through instagram, pretty much losing track of time as you came to the end of your drink. You hadn’t had any breakfast and you knew that if you rushed to make something it would only piss Tom off even more, so you picked up a banana, you’d eat it in the car.
“You’re not eating that in my car.” He’d noticed the banana in your hand straight away, almost as if he was waiting to find something to start an argument about. You didn't even know whether to respond, at first you thought he was joking but when he walked out of the house, not even offering to take your bags, you knew you wouldn’t even be getting the chance to retaliate. That was enough to turn your sombre mood into that of a sour one and without even thinking twice you threw the banana through the kitchen door, straight at the unsuspecting washing machine.
And now here you were, driving to Cornwall, hungry and slightly angry, hangry. Tom had never really cared too much about you eating in his car just so long as you were careful and, considering you weren’t a child anymore, you generally did a really good job of keeping your food in your mouth and not anywhere else. Yes, Tom had gotten his car cleaned a couple of days ago but that had never meant you couldn’t eat a measly banana in there, he was doing it just to spite you and you hated it. When did the two of you ever get like this? Yeah you’d ‘bicker’ here and there but it never lasted more than ten minutes and always ended in an apology. 
About an hour into the trip you’d popped your headphones on. The quietness of the car was getting to be too much, so you’d decided that listening to some of your favourite songs would put you in a better mood, hopefully. It certainly helped to pass the time because before you knew it you’d pulled up to the row of beach houses and before you even had time to register that you were here, Tom was out of the car and already making his way inside with his bags, having tossed the car keys onto your lap, he obviously didn’t feel like waiting for you to struggle stuffing your headphones into your backpack. Your head fell back against the headrest, eyes closing so as to stop those pesky tears yet again, thinking about the time the two of you spent here last year. 
Last year was your first time at the beach houses, having only been with Tom for four months, he’d invited you so that he could spend his time off with both you and his family, it had been the most amazing three days. You spent the evenings cuddled up next time him on an outdoor daybed, drinking wine and combing your fingers through his hair, having known just how jam-packed his schedule had been, it was nice to see him relax, enjoying the company of his family and even though he knew he’d be back to work soon he never dwelled on those thoughts. On your last evening in Cornwall you'd stayed awake until everyone else had gone to bed, staring up at the stars and finishing off the last of your rosé, he’d buried his face in your hair and whispered, “I love you.” 
You sighed, grabbing your bag from the footwell and opening the car door, you thought about getting your bags from the boot, but ultimately decided that you really couldn’t be bothered, all you wanted was to go and lie down, the bags could wait until later. With the car locked you made your way inside, your mum quick to pull you into a hug, seeing her face provided you with a sense of relief and you let out a sigh, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. It was Nikki’s idea to have your family come down to Cornwall this year, she knew how much you were missing everyone since moving in with Tom, it was such a sweet gesture that you had cried when she told you she’d arranged everything with your mum. 
“What’s wrong?” your mum was sure to keep her voice down, making sure only you heard as she still held you in her arms.
“Nothing.” You mumbled.
“Come on, a mother can always tell when there’s something wrong with her child.” She wasn’t letting up but you really didn't have the energy to talk about it.
“Why don’t you ask him.” 
“Trouble in paradise?” She pulled away slightly but still kept one arm around your shoulder, both of you watching on as your dad was busy chatting with Tom and Dom.
“I guess you could say that.” You sighed, a deep sigh that came from the bottom of your lungs. You wanted to be stood with Tom, resting your head on his shoulder. You wished it was like last year, full of love, excitement and lust. Looks like the honeymoon period is over, huh?
Nikki’s voice cut through everyone's chatting as she stood with the keys to the houses, explaining who would be staying where along the row of beach houses. Harry, Sam and Paddy had their own place, next to them Nikki and Dom and your parents had decided to share a house and yours and Tom’s house was just a little walk away. No-one had really noticed that anything was wrong with either of you until Nikki had handed Tom the key to your place, watching as you approached him without a word, without even a smile and took the key out of his hands. You picked up his bags and headed for the front door, as much as you loved spending time with his family and as much as you missed yours, it was all a bit overwhelming and kind of painful, the majority of the people in the room were related to Tom, you really just needed to get out of there and catch your breath.
“Where are you going?” Tom’s voice followed you outside, closing the wooden door behind him as he stepped onto the path. 
“To our place.” There was more you wanted to say but kept it to yourself, you didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire. 
“Do you want me to come with you?” You did want him to, deep down but you couldn’t let him think everything had blown over just because you were in your little paradise. 
“No,” you weren’t looking at him, your eyes were focused on the beach, the soft waves that lapped against the shore, but you could practically see the frown on his face. It made you feel bad instantly. “I’m gonna go for a lie down, so there wouldn’t be much conversation anyway.” You looked back at him over your shoulder, forcing a half smile onto your face before heading to the house.  
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Tom had been trying to distract himself since you’d left, fiddling with his phone in his hands whilst he tried his best to pay attention to his brothers’ conversation about their game of golf last week, something he’d usually be very interested in but all he could think about is whether he should text you, make sure you’re ok. He looked up at the sunset, thinking back to last year when the two of you had no worries. You’d sit outside for hours and hours laughing and chatting and then he’d watch your face light up in awe at the pretty colours that spread across the sky, lifting your phone to capture a picture.
“Tom?” His mothers’ voice eventually caught his attention as she peered her head through the sliding glass doors, “can I borrow you for a second?” He stood up, sliding his phone into the pocket of his dark wash jeans, grabbing his beer from the table as he made his way inside, following his mum into the living room. He sat across from his mum and yours and he was pretty sure he knew where this was going. 
“What’s going on?” 
He sighed, sinking down further into his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I-, I’ve been a dick,” he said with an even bigger sigh. “We had an argument last night, it’s my fault, I’d had a really shitty day at work and I took it out on her, which I know is no excuse and I don’t know, we were pretty horrible to each other.”
“And have you apologised?”
He shook his head, looking down, almost as if he was ashamed. His mum had always told him that no matter what, he should never go to bed on a argument and last night he did. Not only did he feel like he’d let you down but his mum as well and yours. “I guess I was just being too stubborn,” he scoffed, taking a swig of his beer, his eyes diverting to the kitchen.
“Tom,” your mum started, “if there’s anything I can tell you about her, it’s that she loves you more than anything, she never bloody shuts up about you!” that made him smile as he looked down, a compliment that filled his heart with warmth. “She’s told me a million times that all she ever wants is for you to hold her and never let go, she’s never said that about anyone,” your mum had tears in her eyes, “so please don’t let go, especially over something so trivial.” 
She was right, in the grand scheme of things it was trivial, sure both of you might’ve said some mean things but Tom knew it was definitely in the heat of the moment, he’d come in and taken his stress out on you, which wound you up, it was only fair you’d be angry but he missed you. Not talking to you all day or holding your hand or kissing you had really taken it’s toll on him, he felt ten times more stressed than he did yesterday. 
“Thank you,” he said quietly, to both mums, he truly appreciated their intervention. He had worried about whether he’d let his stubbornness take over, he’d wondered just how long it’d go on for, would he be sleeping next to you tonight? Or on the couch?
He pulled out his phone, he wanted you to come over here, spend time with everyone but he knew what he had to do first. He started typing out the message:
Please come over, we need to talk, miss you xx
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You’d been sitting at the kitchen table doing absolutely nothing but drinking a cup of tea when Tom’s text flashed up on your phone and you’d be lying if you said that you didn't smile at it. It was finally going to be over, you hoped. Surely you couldn’t argue anymore, right? You finished off the rest of your cup before slipping on your shoes and rummaging through Tom’s bag that you’d discarded on the couch earlier, pulling his pale blue hoodie out and shoving it on.
When you entered the house you were met with complete silence, you assumed everyone was in the garden but when you entered the kitchen you saw him sat there with his head in his hands. At the sound of your footsteps and your hand on his back he bolted up. “H-hey.” His voice was soft, you could tell he’d been crying. You let your hand trail from his back, down his arm and to his hand, letting him pull you gently into his lap, wrapping your arm around his neck as you perched. He looked up at you, his eyes red and puppy-like. “I’m so sorry darlin,” his voice broke slightly as he pulled at the strings of his hoodie, the smallest of smiles making it’s way onto his face as he noticed you were wearing his Suspicious Antwerp hoodie. 
“No I'm sorry, I should’ve just understood that you’d had a hard day and let it go.” You apologised.
“But how were you to know? I shouldn’t have had such an attitude on me,” he brushed some hair out of your face and kissed your cheek delicately “I love you and I don’t ever want to let go of you.” He mumbled, looking intently into your eyes. “Well, we’ve missed the sunset, so how about, we take this bottle of wine,” he leant forward and picked it up off the table, it was your favourite, “and have a bath? And I'll make it up to you, let you know just how sorry I really am.” His lips were pressed delicately against the skin under your ear, the hand that wasn’t holding the bottle of wine was rubbing soft circles on your skin under his hoodie.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know, please never let me go.”
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duskholland · 3 years
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Oh of course! I can defo see him pointing out all the ‘fit’ girls that come in, seeing if he can down his pint in one go, watching the footie and bein a bit loud with his mates when the goal just misses the net🥵
yessss like we already know he watches the footie w his mates n they all get mad pished.... pls invite me to your sesh next time </3 now i am thinking abt him getting invested in the footie and getting genuinely worked up over it and that is a very attractive image to me,,, idk if i should be thanking you or not for this new obsession
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Late Night Love ~ H.O.
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Summary: It’s already past midnight and you’re late coming home from work but it won’t stop you from celebrating the early morning hours of Harrison’s birthday
Warnings: fluff, smut, language
Author’s Note: I wanted to write a little something for our favorite pretty boy’s birthday so this little fic poured out of me. I hope you enjoy reading and please share and let me know your thoughts!
You pushed the front door shut as quietly as you could, not wanting to make too much noise. Work kept you hostage until the very last minute and you were coming home way later than you had planned.
And the thought of how late you were had you chewing on your lip to hold back tears. This was the last night you wanted this to happen.
Dropping your bag next to your shoes that you kicked off, you padded your way to the bedroom. Legs weary and worn out from being on your feet all day and all night. Bartending to make some extra cash was taking a toll on you lately with the crazy hours you were working. But what choice did you have?
You had a takeaway container in your hand and you checked to make sure you had your lighter in your pocket. Smiling through your teary eyes as you opened the top and sneaked a peek inside as you headed for the bedroom.
You thought you might find him still awake but it was late and he’d been recording some self tapes he told you about all day. So you didn’t blame him for falling asleep. Plus you had told him you would be late and weren’t sure when you’d be home.
The clock read 2:14am. A little over two hours into Harrison’s birthday.
Oh so quietly, you took the top off of the takeaway container and slid the single candle into his favorite piece of cake. An extra big slice for the birthday boy.
You then slipped your lighter out and lit the wick before placing the container on the nightstand. The glow of the little candle dancing on Harrison’s sleeping face.
He looked so peaceful but you wanted to wake him up and surprise him. You didn’t want to lose out on celebrating his birthday as soon as you could. So you brushed his longer curls back and continued to do so while you pressed gentle kisses to his forehead and cheek.
He mumbled something and began to move, reacting to your kisses.
“Hi, birthday boy...” you kissed closer to his lips but kept kissing around them. His grumpy whine made you laugh.
“Birthday kisses, please,” he said, voice raspy with sleep.
“I am,” you stifled your laughter as you continued your nearly there kisses.
He finally opened his eyes with a glare that failed. His pouty expression making you smile.
“How was work, pretty girl?” Harrison asked, blinking away the sleep.
You sighed and he recognized that stressed sound to your voice, “Crazy but I’m here with you now and that’s all that matters.” You nodded towards the nightstand.
He lifted his head and saw the cake with the lit candle. His eyes lit up with it and he glanced back at you, “You didn’t have to do this, love.”
“I was late and I wanted to,” you sat closer to him and brushed his curls back again, “Make a wish.”
Sitting up more, Harrison’s blues glowed with the light of the candle as he took a moment to think. And when he was satisfied, he took a breath and blew the flame out. He then swiped a finger through the icing and tasted it with a happy hum.
“Happy birthday, Harrison,” you smiled into the kiss you finally gave his lips, tasting the sweet icing.
His hand slid up into your hair, pulling you down to him so he could deepen the kiss. Tongue gliding over your bottom lip and gaining access. Lips molding with yours repeatedly. Needy. Lustfully.
You pulled away though despite his whine. But his eyes never left you as you stood up and lifted your t-shirt off over your head. Jeans next, dropped to the floor. His gaze on your body sending a delicious chill down your spine.
“You’re so beautiful...” he marveled.
Harrison pulled you back to him where you ended up straddling his hips. He was already shirtless in a pair of briefs. Making it easy for you to kiss his bare chest and revel in his breathy moans.
“What do you want?” you asked him as you nibbled his ear and slowly grinded your core against his hardening length.
“You...” he captured your bottom lip, “...I just want you...” he trailed his lips along your jaw.
He was lost in the faded yet intoxicating scent of your perfume still on your skin as he kissed down your neck. The same perfume he sprayed his hoodies with when he traveled. It was his connection to you even when you weren’t there.
But you were here now and his lips sucked against your skin and his tongue soothed the marks he left behind.
“Can...shit...” he groaned as you moved against him teasingly, “...can I make love to you, pretty girl?”
You rested your forehead to his, eyes still closed while you took in what he’d said. A pleasurable bliss dancing through you at how gentle he asked to be with you.
“Please...” you nuzzled your nose to his.
All clothing barriers gone, you lay beneath Harrison now. Arm draped across his back and your nails pressed into his skin as his hips met yours with another slow, deep thrust. The rhythm the two of you were creating was euphoric and your head tipped back when Harrison slipped his hand down between you and began circling your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb.
The way he knew your body was a turn on itself. Fingers tracing your skin and grazing over your sensitive nipples. Clit circled and rubbed, teasingly and adding to how he moved in and out of your core.
“Fff-fuck...” Harrison gasped, feeling you clench around him, “You feel...unghh...you feel so good...”
You moaned louder, his name slipping from your lips breathlessly. Only adding to how he was throbbing within you.
“Just like that, pretty girl...” he thrust in and out. His pace increasing and you both knew the other was close. He loved hearing you moan his name. Just like hearing his pet names for you moaned out made you topple over your edge.
“Don’t stop...” you breathed out, fingers gripping the curls at the nape of his neck.
Harrison buried his face into your neck, lips brushing over your soft, warm skin. He loved adding to your pleasure.
“Be a...fuck...be a good girl for me...” he nipped at your ear, accent low and deep. Your walls clenching from the chill down your spine listening to him. “...cum for me...”
You were already seeing stars as you chased your high with him. But you couldn’t help teasing...
You dragged your nails down his back, “You first, pretty boy...” you said before moaning his name.
This was heaven to his ears and his hips rutted while he unraveled and spilled out inside of you. Length still throbbing and thrusts even deeper.
This and Harrison’s whimpers dragged you right over your edge. The two of you holding each other close as the bliss coursed through you. Bodies trembling and soft, needy kisses were shared.
Laying in his arms afterwards, after you took care of each other and cleaned up, you smiled at Harrison fiddling with your fingers and pressing gentle kisses to them.
You lifted your head from his chest and met his calming blue eyes, “I love you,” you pressed your lips to his.
“I love you too, pretty girl,” he stole another kiss, “Thank you for the perfect start to my birthday.”
Being with Harrison and feeling his embrace was the perfect day no matter the celebration. But knowing you were spending it like this for his day made it even better.
You wouldn’t trade any moment with this soft, sweet dork for anything in the world...
tagging just a few awesome people who may enjoy reading...
@heyhihellowhatsup0 @cherry-holland @angelhaz11 @angelic-holland @thollandss @moonshineholland @sunflxwer99 @peterplanet @devildisguiseasangel @eeyore101247​
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farfromparker · 4 years
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Taglist Update
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moonshineholland · 3 years
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💫✨Disney Days✨💫
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A/N: So I just turned 21 like an hour ago and I started writing this a few days ago and I thought what better time to share it?🥰 I hope you all like it❤️
Oh and thank you to my girl @lovableparker for being here for me through some hard times💗
Warnings: just a whole load of fluff I guess??🥺
The familiar French accent was the first thing you heard as you opened the front door, “mark my words, the whole thing is highly suspect!” Followed by the sweetest giggle from your little girl, music to your ears.
She was at that age now were all she wanted to do was watch every single Disney movie. So you printed off a checklist and stuck it up in her room, letting her pick which one you would watch the next day before falling asleep. Last night she picked one of your favourites and you found yourself sulking all the way back to yours and your husbands room after tucking her in. “What’s up love?” Tom asked, looking up from his phone after noticing you hadn’t moved away from the door, back pressed against it.
“It’s Ratatouille tomorrow.”
“That’s your favourite...” you nodded, finally making your way over to your side of the bed, “so what’s the problem?”
You groaned into the pillow. “I have to go food shopping tomorrow.”
“Well I’ll do it.” He offered with a soft smile, turning to place his phone on the bedside table before shuffling under the covers, arm shoved under his pillow as he faced you.
“Tom, you know she won’t let you leave, you only got back yesterday, it’s fine I’ll go, it’s not like I haven’t seen it a million times.” You smiled.
“Yeah but isn’t it different when you’re showing it to your child for the very first time?” He did have a point, so far you’d watched three movies with her and every time it was a magical experience. You’d tried to get her to hold off on starting the list until Tom got back but she was impatient, you’d also tried persuading her to watch the ones that he wasn’t too bothered about but how could you say no to those all too familiar soft brown eyes.
“Yeah it is,” you get comfy in bed next to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips, “so that’s why you’re going to watch it with her, maybe just try and get her to hold off for as long as possible after I’ve gone, tell her I’m getting snacks.” You giggled but you knew Tom wouldn’t be able to resist your daughters plea’s, begging him the minute you leave.
And you were right, they were halfway through the movie when you got home, lugging the bags into the kitchen. There was no way that you were going to waste any more time by unpacking the shopping, having strategically packed the snacks at top when you were at the checkout, you grabbed them and made your way into the living room, snuggling in on the other side of your little girl. The three of you watched the film, you and Tom exchanging puppy dog eyes at each other over your daughters head whenever she would giggle and tap your hand, a little, “mummy look,” leaving her mouth as she pointed at the screen.
Once the film was over Tom grabbed his phone off of the coffee table whilst the credits were rolling, you saw him open Instagram out of the corner of your eye and turn his phone towards his daughter, her face now covered in chocolate. “So all of the fans think that Uncle Harry should play Luigi if they made Ratatouille with real people, what do you think Lola? Think he should get the part?” Her face lit up with a huge smile at that.
“Yessss!! And then I can meet Remy and bring him home with us!” Tom edited the story and when he uploaded it he’d added two captions- “it’s a yes from everyone’s toughest critic!” And “I’ll put in a few good words for you @harryholland64🧑🏻‍🍳🐀”
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moonshineholland · 4 years
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You and Tom fucking and Haz walks in. He tell everyone and doesn’t let it go lol teasing you both
Lingerie Lovin💖
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A/N: I see this concept on here a lot so I’ve decided to spice it up a lil bit, if that’s ok?🌶🥰
W A R N I N G S: Smut- blowjob, getting caught, lingerie (not really a warning but ya know)
W O R D • C O U N T: 902 (she’s short and sweet)
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You’d pushed your laptop aside a while ago, straightening out the covers of Tom’s bed before delving into the set of drawers in the corner of the room, dragging out the lingerie you’d tucked away under all of your “regular” underwear.
Sure, you’d tried on the stuff when you bought it, just to make sure that everything fit, but you didn’t really have chance to appreciate yourself in it, agreeing to help tom make dinner as it was getting late, so naturally you’d shoved the pieces into your underwear drawer and had pretty much forgotten about them considering how busy you’d been recently.
You picked up the black set first, adorned with eyelash lace around the edges, a small portion of the bra cups cut out underneath to show a bit of flesh, the perfect combination of sexy and cute. Trying the lingerie on was just the break you needed, your work was stressing you out and you’d been staring at the same four walls all afternoon, having retreated to Tom’s room for some peace and quiet. Who knows, you might even decide to keep the lingerie on when you finally get back to your work, quarantine rules? Right?
The final set you tried was made out of dobby mesh material, in a beautiful lemon colour, it was off the shoulder, giving off milkmaid vibes and the bottoms were almost like a bikini, with ties at the side and frills adorning the front. You felt cute but definitely sexy. You turned slightly on your heel to look in the mirrors of the wardrobe you shared with Tom, hitching your leg at the knee to get a better look at your ass, you gave yourself a proud smile, you looked good and you felt good. Deciding this was comfortable enough to work in, you slipped on a cardigan and got back to work. 
Tom had only come in to get the charger for his laptop and a shirt as it was getting a little chillier but he was stunned by your appearance, your lack of clothes more than anything. “Babe? You ok?” Your eyes never left your laptop, assuming that he was just asking a general question, are you ok? But when he sat down on the end of the bed and you saw the look in his eyes, almost like a ‘deer caught in headlights’ kind of look, you knew he didn’t mean ‘are you ok?’, more like what’s going on? why are you wearing lingerie and why didn’t I know about it? 
“Oh... you mean, this? I was just taking a little study break, thought I’d try on the stuff I bought the other week.” You watched as he gulped down the tension he was feeling in his throat at the mere sight of you. 
“Well, you look gorgeous.” It wasn’t a lie, you did look gorgeous but that’s not necessarily what he was thinking about in that very moment, more like, how far could he ram his dick down your throat? Which, with being your boyfriend, he already knew the answer to but that doesn’t mean it didn’t excite him like it always did.
You could tell his head was somewhere else completely so you crawled down to the edge of the bed and gave him a sweet smile. “Tommy?” you asked, running your hand behind his ear, “what’s on your mind?” your hand fell down his chest and straight to the obvious tent in his grey shorts, smirking to yourself when he sucked in a breath. 
“Need your mouth.” Your lips curled up into a smile.
“Then why didn’t you just say so?” Before you even finished your sentence you were on your knees in front of him, pulling his cock out from his shorts, his balls perching on the waistband of his boxers. That’s where you started, licking and sucking at the skin, saliva drooling down your chin. Tom’s head was thrown back as he rested on his forearms, trying his best to watch you through squinted eyes, He kindly moved the hair out of your face, scooping it to one side, as you jerked him. 
“So good angel, so good.” He was a mess already and you’d barely even begun.
“How long does it take to find a bloody charger, the laptop’s gonna die-” Harrison’s voice boomed across the landing, his knuckles quickly knocked against the wooden door twice before it opened, not expecting to find the scene he did as he quickly turned around. 
You looked up at Tom with wide, embarrassed eyes, spit everywhere as you pulled off of him. 
“Mention this to the others and I’ll kill you.”
“Hmmm, funny that, last time I asked you to do the same for me you messaged the entire group chat, OH TUWAINEEEE!!!” Harrison shut the door behind him and the two of you could hear his footsteps as he ran downstairs.
“Can’t get a quiet fucking minute in this house,” Tom sighed, sitting up straighter, looking down at you with adoration, his thumb coming up to stroke your cheek, “sorry he saw you like that.”
“It’s ok, I’m sure it won’t matter by next week and besides, now everyone knows, you might as well be as loud as you want.” You had a mischievous glint in your eye, your head inching lower and lower but your eyes remained glued to Tom’s face, “now, where were we?”
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moonshineholland · 4 years
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M A S T E R L I S T
Angst-😠
Fluff-☁️
Smut-💦
T O M • H O L L A N D:
•Never Let Me Go 😠☁️
•Disney Days (blurb) ☁️
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moonshineholland · 4 years
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So I’ve been writing a lil something and I really want to get it perfect so if anyone fancies being an angel and proofreading what I’ve got so far, that’d be sososo helpful🥺🥰
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duskholland · 3 years
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Hey! Could you possibly help me find a fic? Basically, from what I can remember, tom and the reader got into a massive fight right before their families went on vacation and rented a house together. a part was while at dinner, y/n chose to sit at the other end of the table rather than next to tom. i think after both of their moms talked to them and they worked it out. i’ve been looking for this fic for ages, if anyone would be able to find this literally tysm 💓
i think this is never let me go by @moonshineholland !!
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