#tom holland x chef!reader

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part thirty-six] || 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, alcohol

word count: 3k

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

“Nice hat.”

You gave Minho a sideways look. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

You tipped the brim at him, grinning. “Thank you. Jisung picked it out.”

“He has good taste.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to the double entendre so you didn’t, choosing instead to direct your attention forward, where your fake boyfriend was teeing up. 

Back at school, Jisung had gone off to play golf with a few of your mutual friends once or twice, but it was an expensive hobby, and as broke college students, they couldn’t exactly make a habit out of it. For a little while, Jisung worked as an assistant chef at a nearby country club for a couple of months which allowed him free access to their course in his off time, but juggling the job and his studies quickly became too much to handle and he couldn’t even keep up with his responsibilities, let alone have any free time to take advantage of the course. 

Considering how long it had been since he last played, you weren’t expecting much from Jisung’s first swing, but when he stuck the golf ball with his club, it actually went relatively far. Of course, you didn’t have much knowledge of the sport to go off of when it came to gauging how well he was actually doing, but from the looks on his brothers’ faces, you assumed he’d done pretty well. 

“Good job!” you cheered, running up to your best friend and kissing him on the cheek. “That was good right?”

He caught you with an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Thanks, baby. It wasn’t bad, but it could have been better.”

“Whatever, you’re just being humble.”

“He’s not,” Felix piped up from behind the two of you. “Let me show you how a real golfer plays.”

You rolled your eyes in unison with Jisung but stepped back to let Felix tee up anyway, both watching as he took a couple of practice swings. 

“How much do you want to bet he comes in last?” Jisung muttered in your ear. 

“I’m not willing to go bankrupt over this, sorry.”

Jisung snorted and tried to muffle his laugh in your shoulder but it was still loud enough for his twin to hear. 

“Oi! I don’t want to hear it when you’re up thirty points over me.”

“Yeah, we’ll see, Lix,” Jisung scoffed. “Just swing already! We don’t have all day, mate.”

Felix shot his brother a look but did as he was told. He rolled his shoulders and focused in on the ball, huffing out a breath and drawing the club back over his shoulder. He put more power into his swing than Jisung had but hit the ball with the edge of the clubhead instead of the center which sent it flying a little off to the left. From what you could see, the ball still landed on the pitch. It hadn’t gone into the trees or the lake, it was just in a trickier spot to clear. 

“What was that you were saying about points?” Jisung asked smugly.

Felix groaned and turned back around to argue with him as Minho came up and took his place at the starting point. 

“It’s going to be a long day, isn’t it?” you muttered to Minho. 

He gave you a tight half-smile and shrugged. “You have no idea.”

-

It had only been an hour since the boys started and you didn’t think you’d ever heard so many insults and curse words thrown around in such a short amount of time, which was saying something. 

Jisung, Felix, and Minho were all neck and neck with each other, with Dom far ahead of all three of them. 

The course itself was beautiful. It was just across the street from the resort you were staying at, right on the edge of the water. You were able to see the ocean from the tops of the faux hills on the green, sparkling with the reflection of the sun. The waves were dotted with little boats and surfers all enjoying the good weather and making the most out of the afternoon.

You would have been content to spend all day there if it wasn’t so hot and you weren’t forced to stand around listening to your best friend argue with his brothers.

“How many more holes are there?” you asked Nikki, leaning over and whispering quietly so that the others wouldn’t hear you. 

“Too many.”

“Kill me now.” 

“Why don’t we get ourselves a drink when the cart girl comes around? It’ll make the time go faster.”

You grinned. “I like the way you think.”

-

You weren’t a stranger to day drinking, not by a long shot, but you didn’t want to get too sloppy while the sun was still up. You had long since given up on the little pact you’d made with yourself not to drink for the remainder of the trip— not that you’d ever really followed it in the first place. Nikki got herself a High Noon when the aforementioned cart girl came by, so you did the same, insisting on covering the tab for both of you.

“Please?” you practically begged. “It’s literally the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me.”

She seemed to think about it for a minute. “Fine. I’ll let you do it this one time. But don’t get used to it.”

You did a little dance in celebration and handed over some cash to the cart girl after she popped the tabs on both of your cans. 

“Want anything?” you called to the boys. “It’s on me!”

Felix was the only one to take you up on the offer, both Minho and Jisung making a fuss about not spending your money on them. Where was this attitude back at school? you asked yourself, scoffing at Jisung’s refusal. 

“I’m in the lead, I can’t afford to lower my inhibitions now!” Dom said. “But when I win, I’ll treat you to a pint, even though you’re canoodling with one of my opponents.” 

“I’m starting to think you guys have something against me,” you accused the two non-participants as you handed Felix his beer. “What, do you think I’m broke?”

“We’re just gentlemen,” Minho said pointedly, shooting Felix a look.

“You are broke,” Jisung muttered.

“Watch it,” you shot, waving your drink at him. “You’re not getting a sip now.”

“Babe, I didn’t want a sip to begin with.”

“Okay, well even if you change your mind you can’t have one.” 

He laughed and shook his head at the ground, walking back over to the teeing-off point with his hands on his hips.

Nikki was right, the afternoon did indeed pass a lot quicker with drinks in your hands. They kept you cool in the heat of the sun and the alcohol made the hours blend into each other.

In the latter half of the game, you started to pay more attention. You had finally begun to pick up what was good and what was bad from everyone else’s reactions to the shots and could actually tell for yourself. 

“Baby, can you switch this out for the driver?” Jisung asked, holding his current club out to you.

“Which one is that?” 

“The big one.” 

You selected the club he described and passed it to him, taking the one he’d just used to put back in the golf bag. He kissed you when you met him in the middle to swap the two, smiling against you when he noticed Minho looking on. 

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” he whispered in your ear. “It’s too fun to fuck with him.”

Confused, you turned around to see what he was talking about only to see Minho standing a few feet away with his tongue in his cheek. 

“Thanks, baby,” Jisung said, putting his hand on the small of your back to remind you of what you were doing. “You make a cute caddy.”

Minho mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch but you figured that was probably for the best.

-

After golf, you hung out with Jisung’s family at the pool for a few hours before heading back up to the rooms to get ready for dinner. 

“Do we need to dress nice?” you asked.

Jisung peeked out from the bathroom to answer you, shaking his wet hair dry with a towel. 

“Uh, not like nice, nice but nicer than just jeans.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

You turned back to your open suitcase and rifled through it in search of something that fit the dress code.

“By the way, where did you go last night?” 

“With Minho?”

“Yeah, you were gone for like hours. I fell asleep and then woke up randomly and you still weren’t back.”

“Minho took me to some beach.”

“Did you have sex with him?”

You looked up. “Yeah. Why?”

Jisung shrugged. “Just wondering.”

You could tell he wanted to say more but you didn’t push. If you did, you’d only be hurting your own feelings. He had told you that himself. Jisung had been very clear that he wasn’t ready to talk about the Minho thing with you so all you could do was be honest and answer the questions that he asked, even if it was awkward and uncomfortable. 

You were so used to guilt by now that you almost didn’t notice the fresh wave that washed over you. You knew it was wrong to still sleep with Minho after everything— hell, you knew it was wrong before everything, but neither of those facts stopped you from doing it. 

You realized Jisung was still looking at you so you shook it off and picked up a random sundress from your luggage. 

“How’s this for tonight?”

“Looks good to me.”

An hour later, you and the rest of the Hans were seated around a table in a dimly lit restaurant. The sundress had been the right choice. The place was right on the water and open to the outdoor air so all of the other patrons were dressed pretty similarly. 

Jisung ordered for you after you looked over the menu together like always. Your hands rested on the table, fingers entwined for his family to see. You had been doing this for so long now that it was almost second nature to you. You had fallen into the routine a long time ago but you didn’t even have to think about it anymore. You probably wouldn’t even be giving the action a second thought had it not been for Minho staring at your hands from across the table. 

It looked like he was zoning out, like he wasn’t actually glaring at you holding hands with his brother but you couldn’t be sure. You kicked him gently in the shin to get his attention. He jolted and locked eyes with you immediately, erasing any trace of subtly.

“You okay there, son?” Dom asked, patting Minho on the back. 

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m fine. Just got a chill.”

Thankfully, everyone seemed to move past it and the conversation resumed. Dinner was otherwise uneventful. The boys recounted the golf game and Dom’s landslide win, while you just listened and nodded along when it felt right. It was a relief not to have to add anything to the discussion. You didn’t have the energy to. 

Dom stayed true to his word from earlier and bought everyone a round from the bar at the restaurant. You weren’t a big beer drinker but you didn’t want to be rude so you suffered through the whole pint, ignoring Jisung’s worried glances from the side. 

“You know I could have finished that for you,” he muttered. 

“I don’t want to look like a pussy in front of your dad,” you hissed back. “He bought it for us. And I didn’t want to be left out.”

Your best friend scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll do anything to prove a point, won’t you?”

“You know me.”

-

Minho pulled you aside after dinner, once you were back at the resort. 

“Think you can ditch your ‘boyfriend’?” he whispered as you both fell back a couple of steps.

You stopped. “What, why?”

“I just want a moment alone with you.”

“A moment or several moments?” you challenged. 

He smirked. “I’ll take whatever I can get.”

“I can’t keep blowing Jisung off,” you sighed, “and neither can you.’

“You know he doesn’t want anything to do with me right now.”

“That doesn’t mean you should stop trying!”

“Look, can we not do this right now? When they’re literally right there?”

“You’re the one who pulled me aside right in front of them.”

You watched his jaw clench in frustration but he didn’t say anything else because he knew you were right. 

“Can you ditch him or not?”

You sighed again and looked back to Jisung. He was in what looked to be a heated debate with Felix. You didn’t need to hear it to know it was over something stupid.  

“I’ll see what I can do.”

-

Jisung barely bat an eye when you told him where you were going. 

“Okay, be safe,” he said as he kicked off his shoes. 

That’s it? That’s all he had to say to you? You wanted to ask him just that, but you were afraid of creating another rift between the two of you. Jisung had said he wasn’t ready to talk about it so you shouldn’t push, right? But was it wrong to keep leaving like this?

Going back and forth with yourself was only wasting time and Minho was still waiting for you downstairs. Fuck it. 

You grabbed a spare room key from the dresser, shoved it in the pocket of your dress, and left without another word before you could change your mind. 

Minho was right where you left him, leaning against the wall by the elevator hub. He grinned when he saw you. 

“Thought you’d never escape.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you let him lead you through the lobby by the hand. You were still wary of people seeing you together but the lobby was seemingly empty. 

“Jisung didn’t care. It was me who took forever.”

Minho paused, letting go of your hand as he gave you a concerned once over. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I don’t really want to talk about it. So, where are we going?”

He frowned, but only momentarily, quickly covering it up with a smile. “I- okay, um... remember how you said we don’t do ‘couple stuff’?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought maybe I could take you somewhere where we can do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m taking you on a date, silly.”

“Really? Where?” When he didn’t answer, you groaned. “You and your stupid surprises.”

“It’s more fun this way and you know it,” he insisted, tugging you along by the hand.

“I like being prepared,” you argued. 

He grinned. “So be prepared for a good time.”

The drive wasn’t far at all this time but you were confused when he pulled into a crowded lot. You were even more confused when he didn’t turn off the car or more to get out of it. 

You turned to him in confusion. “Minho?”

“Y/n?” he parroted. 

“Where are we?”

“We’re on our date.”

“Yes, but where?”

“Did you not see the sign when we turned in?” You shook your head. He grinned. “It’s a drive-in.”

“Really?”

“Why do you think no one’s getting out of their car?” 

“I didn’t really notice, to be honest.”

“Too distracted by your hot date?” 

You didn’t spare him a reaction. “How’d you find this place?” 

“I did some research the other night,” he explained, “when you, you know, we talked about it. I figured this is about as close as we could get to a real date. At least right now.”

“That’s… really thoughtful.”

He shrugged. “Nah, it’s nothing, really.” 

“Well I was going to kiss you, but if it’s nothing—”

“No, no. I want the kiss. Give me my kiss.”

You chuckled, relenting as you leaned in. He met you halfway over the center console and kissed you sweetly. It was short but eager, just enough to leave you wanting more. 

You had to remind yourself not to get your hopes up. Sure, Minho was showing interest in you now, but what about when this was all over? Would he want to do long-distance? Did he want to date you at all? You had been telling yourself that it was just sex all this time but now you were on a date... but what did it mean? You could just ask but you were scared to ruin the moment, ruin whatever it was that was actually going on. 

You’d been asking yourself the same questions for weeks now and the scary thing was, it seemed like Minho was serious about you. He had all but said it outright to you. And here he was taking you on a fucking date. It was you who kept pushing back. You told yourself it was because of Jisung, but if you were being honest with yourself that was only half of it. You were afraid of getting hurt. You had never been in a real relationship before for that very reason. Well, that and you liked being single. It seemed favorable considering the dating pool of your university. 

“I want another one,” Minho murmured, leaning in again. 

“Nope, that’s all you get for now,” you teased, even though you did very much want to kiss him again. 

His lips parted in surprise. “Wha- why?”

“Because I only promised you one! I can’t just go giving my kisses away, can I?”

“Sure you can,” he argued. 

“That would lessen their value. I can’t wager them to get what I want if they’re not worth anything.”

“Your kisses are very valuable to me,” Minho insisted. 

“Because I’m sparing with them.”

Minho inched even closer to your face, eyes trained on your mouth. “So I can earn them,” you started to nod, “if I’m a good boy?” 

You almost choked on nothing, swallowing a moan. Minho watched your reaction with a self-satisfied smile and then settled back in his seat, turning his attention to the giant projector screen at the front of the parking lot. 

“We’ll see,” you muttered hoarsely.

He hummed, still looking forward. “I’ll be good then.”

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[alltoowelltom]

a missed chance

tom holland x single mom!reader

from this request here

note: this is a repost! i've been having so many issues with tumblr and posts not showing up so i decided it was best to just re-upload <3

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Almost three years ago Tom came to the conclusion that he'd missed his chance. The photo of two pink lines on a stick you'd sent to the group chat with no caption was an image that Tom saw whenever he closed his eyes. It haunted him in the middle of the night and clouded his mind when he sat in traffic. It summed up the situation, as he saw it - he'd waited too long and the opportunity for your will-they-won't-they friendship to ever grow into something more had slipped out of his grasp.

He settled into his role as Uncle Tom wonderfully. As the eldest of four he'd always been great with kids and he loved your young son as if he were Tom's own, but the tension in your friendship never quite fizzled out.

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Your phone rang as you sat on a park bench, watching Alfie play in the sandbox just a few meters away.

"Hello?"

"Love, you've got to start checking the caller ID before you answer." Tom chastised lightly on the other end of the line.

"Tom!" you squeal, drumming your feet on the concrete ground. "Does this mean you've landed?!"

"I'm touching solid ground," he confirms. "Back in the land of hope and glory."

"Good," you grin. "I've missed you."

"Yeah?" you don't miss the hope in Tom's voice and if you could see him, you'd notice the crinkles by his eyes that only appeared when he received really good news.

"Does that mean I can come over this evening?" he wonders aloud.

"I wouldn't complain," you shrug. "It's your first night back though, you don't want to see your family or anything?"

"How many times do we have to have this conversation?" Tom shakes his head. "You and Alfie are family."

As if being summoned, Alfie begins to whine from the sandbox, seemingly done with the plastic shovel in his hand as he holds his arms in the air, wanting to be picking up by you.

"Alright, I've got to go but I'll see you tonight," you say. "Talk soon."

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"How's my little man?" Tom asks, scooping Alfie up as he runs towards where Tom stands by the front door. He swings Alfie through the air, spinning around before bringing the giggling toddler to rest on his hip.

"He's grown!" Tom remarks. "You're almost too big for me to do that." He tells Alfie, poking him playfully in the tummy.

Tom feels stupid for not realizing how much bigger Alfie's gotten in the last four months since Tom's been away filming. Your FaceTime calls usually took place while Tom was in hair and makeup, right before you went to bed back in London and by that time Alfie was more often than not fast asleep already, so Tom hadn't seen much of the little guy. He wanted to kick himself for once again kidding himself into believing that you and Alfie existed in some sort of time-warp, lives permanently still until Tom came home to London. Of course you guys had your own little life together. You didn't need him, right?

"Yeah, he's getting older by the day," you laugh, wiping your flour-covered hands on your jeans as you step into the hallway. Tom wraps you into a side hug with his free arm, making sure not to squash Alfie between you two, who's fiddling with a loose thread on Tom's sweater.

"Alfie's just had dinner, do you want any?" you call over your shoulder as Tom follows you into the kitchen.

"Hmm, what's on the menu, chef?" He chuckles, placing Alfie down on the carpet and ruffling the boy's hair.

"It's the extremely gourmet and elegant meal of boxed Mac and cheese." You answer.

"Ooh, yes please!" Tom calls as he wanders into the living room.

He's always felt so comforted in your flat. It’s always felt a mile away from the stresses and worries of Tom's life as an actor, and more importantly it's always felt like you. Despite the baby bouncer hanging in the doorway, the discarded toy stuffed behind the TV and a few picture books strewn across the sofa it retains the features that made it yours like the vinyls on display above the record player Tom bought for your birthday one year and the mini chalkboard with a half rubbed out score from a game of beer pong from before everything changed. There was now a hastily scribbled reminder to 'buy teething rings' over the top.

"Sorry about the mess," you say, gently kicking a few brightly colored building blocks out the way. Tom helps by stacking the picture books from the couch into a little pile on the coffee table. "I was going to have a tidy up when Alfie and I came home from the park, but you know how it is."

He doesn't know how it is, not really. As close as you are, he's always slightly on the outside when it comes to you and Alfie, reduced to an uncle just the same as Uncle Haz or Uncle Tuwaine. But he wants to be more than that. He wants to be your partner in this, someone to lend a hand when the house gets messy or a shoulder to cry on when things get tough. For being a web-slinging superhero during the day, he wishes he was brave enough to tell you how he felt.

"Don't even worry about it." He says instead, smiling in thanks when you pass him a serving of mac and cheese in a colorful plastic bowl and a plastic spoon.

"I ran out of real cutlery." You laugh as he looks at it quizzically, one eyebrow raised. "You know, no one tells you how much living with a toddler changes you," you say. "I haven't used adult cutlery in about a week, and just the other day I found myself eating a sucky yogurt for dinner while watching Cocomelon. Alfie wasn't even in the room."

Tom laughs as he spoons the golden pasta into his mouth.

"It sounds to me like you're desperately in need of some adult interactions." He hears how it sounds as soon as he says it and hopes you don't think he's being creepy.

"Oh God, don't even get me started, " you say. "I haven't gotten any sort of adult interactions in like, a year. No wait…two years and nine months."

"Two years and nine months?!" Tom gasps, glancing at Alfie out of the corner of his eye who sits on the carpet playing with a toy train track Tom had given him last Christmas.

"Welcome to motherhood." You grimace.

Tom puts his empty bowl on the coffee table, trying to figure out how to word his next question.

"Do you ever get…lonely?" He asks delicately. "I don't mean physically, I mean actually."

You shrug, pulling a blanket over your lap.

"I mean, yeah. It's just that between work and Alfie, I don't have time to go out and meet people, you know?"

Tom nods thoughtfully, letting you continue as he gently tugs the edge of your blanket, pulling it over his legs too.

"And if I do meet someone, it's hard because sometimes if I tell them about Alfie it's a deal breaker, or if they're okay with it I'm still not comfortable bringing people in and out of his life. If someone's in his life I want them to be in for good, right?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean," Tom sympathizes, placing a hand on your leg.

"I wouldn't change having him for the world," you say quickly. "I just sometimes wish I had someone to talk to who doesn't speak only in Bob the Builder references."

"I'm always here to talk to, lovie." Tom reassures you. "Can we fix this? Yes we can!" He giggles and you laugh too, pushing his shoulder with yours.

"I'm really glad you're home, Tommy." you say quietly, putting your hand over his where it still rests gently on your leg and rubbing small circles into his skin.

"It's good to be back." He agrees. His eyes meet yours and you both lean in ever so slightly. He picks his hand up off your leg and slowly brings it up, only to be interrupted by a shriek from Alfie as one of his trains crashes off the track. You both jump away, Tom's hand hovering in mid-air as the only proof of the moment that might have happened, frozen on its collision course to your cheek.

You avert eye contact, standing up and reaching for Alfie.

"I'm sorry-" Tom starts but you shake your head, eyes shining.

"No don't worry, it's okay." You say. "Uhm, do you want to help with bathtime?"

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"Hello?" Tom calls down the hallway, kicking the front door shut behind him. There's no answer but he hears chatter and laughter from in the distance. He deposits the cake on the kitchen counter, breathing a sigh of relief upon discovering he'd gotten it from the bakery to your house in one piece.

He steps out of the French doors, immediately grinning as he takes in the scene before him. In the back garden Alfie's second birthday party is in full swing. A handful of toddlers play on the mini slide set you'd set up, their parents hovering nearby and chatting. He assumes these must be some of Alfie's friends from daycare. He spots Alfie almost immediately, running (or waddling) around with the top half of his face painted to look like a Spider-Man mask, clearly having the time of his life.

"Tom!" you spot him standing on the deck, excusing yourself from a conversation with a few parents and heading over to him.

"I'm so glad you made it," you say, giving him a quick hug. He lingers for a second, basking in the feeling of being able to hold you close. He lets you go with only a slightly wistful smile.

"Did you get the cake?" you ask hopefully.

"Of course," he says, rolling his eyes but taking you by the arm and leading you into the shade of the kitchen. "It's in here."

He opens the cake box, grinning as you gasp happily.

"It's perfect! Thank you so much for picking it up." you say, giving him a quick one sided hug and he gulps.

"You look pretty." he murmurs before he can stop himself, taking in the glittery dress you'd chosen for the occasion.

"What was that?" you blink, turning your head away from where you were putting two blue candles in the frosting and making eye contact with Tom.

"Uh, I said I love this city." Tom tries to save it, suddenly losing confidence as usual. "Glad to be back, y'know?"

"Okay?" you nod. "'s good to hear."

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Tom hangs back as Alfie blows out his candles with a little help from you, allowing himself to hide in the small crowd of toddlers and parents. He'd been so confident driving up to your house with Alfie's cake safely in the passenger seat, even going as far as blasting Enchanted by Taylor Swift with the windows down to prove to himself that today was the day. He had to admit how he felt for so many years or it would truly eat him alive. But now here he was, leaning against the wall at a two-year-old's birthday party and feeling like the biggest wimp in the known universe. He silently excused himself to the bathroom, locking the door and knocking his head on the mirror. Come on, Tom!

"Hey," Tom said, tapping you on the shoulder.

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"Oh shit," you say, whipping around and dropping the pile of paper plates you'd been collecting up. "You scared me, Tom! I thought everyone had left already."

"Sorry," Tom laughed gently. "No I was just in the bathroom. Want some help cleaning up?"

"You were in the bathroom for an hour?" you ask worriedly. "Jesus, is everything okay?"

"Oh, everything's brilliant." He smiles at you. "I was just thinking."

"I didn't know you knew how to do that." you grin at him. He breathes out, glad some of your familiar banter had returned.

"I have to tell you something." he says before he can think too much about it.

You nod, smiling gently for him to continue as you clean up.

"Can you…can you stop doing that for a minute?" he asks shyly, taking the stack of paper plates from you and putting them down. "This'll only take a minute and then I'll be gone, promise."

He hesitates before taking both your hands in his. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the electricity that radiates from where your hands meet.

"Do you remember that night at the pub a few years ago?" he asks slowly. "It was the night they were doing the trivia night on pop culture and you won our team all those points for knowing the One Direction questions."

"Yeah," you laugh. "Once again the 1D obsession saved all of our asses."

"And then later that night," Tom continues, his voice wavering. "You uh- you found out about Alfie and you sent that picture of the test to the group chat."

You nod, remembering that night all too well.

"I was outside your house that night." he blurts out. Well, I've done it now, he thinks.

"What the fuck, Tom." you laugh. "You got all serious just to tell me you were stalking me almost three years ago?"

Tom groans.

"Will you let me finish, love?" he asks. "You left before any of us. And the boys all hyped me up, and then I left too. I came to your house because I had to tell you how I felt. And then before I could even knock, you sent that photo to the groupchat. And then how could I possibly add more to the situation and tell you that I've been in love with you since we met?"

Your eyes widen after his confession and you slowly take your hand out of his. Tom swears he's never heard a silence quite this loud before, and he takes it as a bad sign.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he babbles. "I just had to tell you because I couldn't keep lying to you and pretending that everything I see or think about doesn't remind me of you."

"No, Tom." you stop him, gently placing one finger over his lips to shush him. "It's just that I don't really know how to respond to that. I mean, you want me? You actually want me?"

"Darling, you could punch me in the eye and I'd still want you." Tom tries to ease the situation and you giggle. You wrap your arms around him gently, breathing in his scent.

"Is this okay?" you ask hesitantly.

"It's more than okay." Tom confirms, copying your actions. He nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling the sweet smell of your conditioner that he's only ever been able to admire from afar before now.

You nudge him ever so slightly away from you and tip your head up a tiny amount so you're looking at him. He's been so brave, being the first one to make a move so you feel it's only fair that it's your turn to break the ice. Chest flush against his you close the gap between your mouths, meeting his lips in a soft kiss.

Tom all but melts into the kiss, holding you firmly. There's no way he was letting the chance slip away again, now that he was right where he wanted to be.

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tysm for reading! reblogs are always appreciated and really help a writer out <3

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x single mom!reader #dad!tom #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst

[xtom-darling-x17]

hey i love your writting so much!

Could you maybe make one where tom is very protective over y/n like when she wears something he pulls like her dress down a little or maybe if her boobs show a bit he always tries to hide it. And it’s a halloween party at his parents house and ofc your not dress too bad but anyways his brothers tease him in front of you making you laugh

Naughty Dress

Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Summary - Tom being protective at the family Halloween party. His brothers see.. making them tease Tom and you.

Warnings - Teasing (If that’s a warning lol)

A/N - Thank you for the request, Hope you enjoy! Much appreciated to the love and support 🥰

You sit with Tom at the snack table, leaning your shoulder onto his shoulder.

You are at Tom’s family Halloween party, the house is full of spooky decorations. Harry and Sam keep trying to scare people with the fake spiders, poor Paddy running away from them.

“Babe, here let me help,” Tom mumbles, tugging down your dress. You turn around furrowing your eyebrows, “Your skirt was rising up,” he kisses your cheek.

You nod, sipping on your drink as he pulls you closer into his hold.

“Guys, I’ve got sweets!” Paddy grins, throwing them your way as Sam and Harry catches up to him, pushing him into the ball pit.

“Oi, you idiots,” Paddy laughs, “IE, we are pirates give me your sweets!” Harry pretended to be a pirate, Paddy threw a plastic ball at him.

“Get him, Paddy!” You laugh, seeing as they are tackling each other in the ball pit.. for 5 year olds. Tom had young cousins, they went to eat at the dinner table just 10 minutes ago.

Sam staring at them, shaking his head as he stuffs his mouth with food.. you are the snack table. “Get you fit anymore in your mouth, Sammy?” You laugh.

Sam gulped the food down, “Tom is the one to talk, he stuffs tacos and burgers down his throat like it’s nothing,” You laugh harder as Tom try’s to argue back.

Tom pulls your skirt back down, propping yourself into his lap, “Tom,” You gasp, “This a party.. and I don’t think it is appropriate to be on your lap,” You whisper.

“Your skirt keeps rising up,” You blushed, noticing Tom’s protective side is coming out, “I’m going to super glue the fabric to your knees,” he grumbles.

“You what? Tom,” You laugh, Harry must of heard Tom’s words as you see Paddy and him completely stopped fighting.. Sam’s jaw opened not to chew on food, surprisingly.

“Someone’s getting protective, over their little lamb,” Harry teases, “Am not,” Tom narrows his eyes, “I’m just being a good boyfriend!”

“Very protective,” Sam whisper shouted to Harry and Paddy, “Tom can you hold her any tighter?”

“You are squeezing my organs out babe,” You laughed, kissing Tom on his cheek, “Your skirt kept rising up, I couldn’t let anyone see anything,” he teases back.

“I would never let that happen,” And there is Tom’s protective side speaking, you thought.

“I know, Baby,” You sigh, against his shoulder, “When will Tommy boy, ever let Y/N go?” Harry teases again, “Paddy,” He gasps, taking a plastic ball and throwing it at him.

“You feeling comfortable, Darling?” Tom strokes your hair, you nod.

“What are you doing now?” You laugh, “uh, oh.. Tom’s getting more protective,” Paddy shouts, running through the room.

“Your hands are all over, Y/N,” Sam teases, “All you do is eat,” Tom teases back.

“Do not,” Sam crosses his arms, Harry pats his back, “You kinda do, it’s ok because your a chef!”

“I’ve pulled your dress top up,” Tom kisses your shoulders, “Your clothes likes to slide up and down,” he teases you.

“I wasn’t the one to choose this tube dress,” You push his chest, playfully, “You did Mr,”

“I didn’t know that the dress was going to be naughty,” Tom whines, “Tom is being a whiny baby,” Paddy teases, waving at him.

Paddy ruffles his hair, cooing at him, “Get off my hair,” Tom laughs, bringing a hand through his hair, “Tommy don’t like to be teased,” You smirk, biting your lip.

“Clearly,” Sam and Harry laugh, “Boys, help me get the party bags ready for the little ones!” Nikki shouted from the kitchen, you laugh as they went.

“Your dress is still being naughty!” Tom huffs, “It’s ok because I’ve got my knight in shining armer to protect me,” You kiss his lips, passionately.

“Ew, yuck!” Paddy pulls a face, Harry laughs puckering his lips up to act like you and Tom, “I wish I didn’t come in here.. should of stopped with Sam,” he laughs walking out with Harry.

“I’m going to get a drink you coming?” You jump up, swaying your hips to the kitchen, “Yh, Darling.. wait,”

Tom walks behind you, pulling down your skirt just a bit more.

“Will you ever leave her skirt alone?” Sam teases, “I think it’s perfectly fine,” Harry laughs, “Same, Harry, Same..” You pinch Tom’s cheek, “But this one is being a bit overprotective,”

“You want to wear my hoodie?” Tom holds it out to your arms, you grin taking it.. “There no one can see your dress now, your all covered up,” You laugh as Tom cuddles into you.

“Tom I think you might want to pull your hoodie down on her,” Harry teases, you laugh, “Just a tad, you know?”

Tom laughs pushing his shoulder, You grab a drink as Tom stands behind you as you reach.

“I think your short cake needs her protective man,” Sam teases, sipping his own drink.

“Need some help, Love?” Tom teases, “Yh,” You mumble, “Thanks,”

“Anytime, Love,” Tom pulls his hoodie down, “ Tom,” You whine, “What? I couldn’t resist,”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fandom #tomhollandfan #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #protective #teasing #tom holland fanfiction

[jahayla-parker]

Hi, I’m Ellie :) can I please request Harry Holland x reader please thank you! Your such a good writer, absolutely amazing. The reader bumps into him somehow when he is with Tom and his brothers. They are all out after a day of work, They went to this cafe, where Harry sees you alone. He thinks your cute, his brothers encourage him to go talk to you. And he comes to sit next to you. He has good chat and flirty banter with you. Eventually, you trade numbers. You can add or make some changes if you like but the basic line is Harry likes you! Thank you so much 🥰

Hi Ellie! Thank you for the super sweet words and support 💝 Also, thank you for sending in another request! I hope you like it 😊 P.s. I started this from Harry’s POV and you’ll see why 😍

Warnings:

Probably typos as I did this on my phone while traveling. I’ll try to edit later!

Use of description as “fit” is used as British slang version meaning attractive not physically fit

May need to use Google to look up some slang terms? Is that a warning?😂 you can see some here and some others here

Note: names of cafes are made up and are not representing any actual places or the quality of their food/drinks!

Lush Mint Bistro: Harry Holland X Reader

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Harry’s POV:

“Mate we are not going there” Paddy tells Tom as they enter the car, Sam behind them. Sam sits up front next to me and rolls his eyes when we make eye contact. “What are they arguing about?” I ask, turning the key in the ignition to start the car. “Tom wants to go to Cafe Lillabell but Paddy wants to go to Nimpson Coffee and Bakery” Sam shrugs.

It isn’t surprising Sam and I have a lot in common, after all, we’re twins and are super close. Everyone assumes we’re the exact same but there are plenty of things we disagree on. However, the one absolute thing that we can always agree on, is that Tom has the worst taste when it comes to tea and coffee. “Cafe Lillabell? Really?” I ask and Sam nods and rolls his eyes.

“Tom, no, we’re so not doing Cafe Lillabell. Their tea is seriously minging bruv” I groan, pulling the car out of mum and dad’s driveway. “Ha! Nimpson it is!” Paddy cheers and through the rear view mirror I can see him fist pump the air. “You guys are such tea snobs” Tom groans. “I literally got food poisoning from there mate” Sam says, joining the conversation.

“Okay but Nimpson isn’t great either” Tom argues. I shake my head as I turn left. “Where are you headed? We haven’t agreed yet” Paddy says, noticing how far we’ve gone. “Lush Mint Bistro” I say, expecting all of my brothers to argue with my decision. I’m fully prepared to pull the ‘I’m the driver so I decide where we go’ card on them when Sam nods his head in agreement with my choice.

“Lush Mint Bistro is good” Sam says, turning to look at Tom and Paddy. “It was good when Harry worked there, yes” Tom admits, still pondering his decision. Not that it really matters, I’m craving this chocolate pastry that is only available there so the decision’s already been made. “But he doesn’t work there anymore” Tom adds in disagreement.

“Why are you talking about me in third person?” I laugh as I turn my blinker on to switch lanes. “Shut up you twit” Tom whines. “I’m just saying, you don’t work there anymore so we don’t know if it is still good” he rebuts. He’s partially correct. I had worked there as a server a few years ago but am now working as his personal assistant and videographer/photographer. It is a more upscale bistro and is mostly a “sit-down” style restaurant. Therefore, Maxwell the owner would have us servers be in charge of making the non-specialized teas, coffees, etc. so that the cooks/pastry chefs could focus on the specialized or custom drinks and handle making all the bakery items.

So Tom is correct that we don’t truly know how the tea will taste since I’m not the one working. But, the bistro’s reputation with locals and tourists still stands; and there’s a reason for that. “Div, I learned how to make it based on Damien’s guidance and I’m pretty sure he still works there as the manager now” I defend, trying to focus on correctly navigating to the cafe as it’s been awhile since I’ve driven there. “Mmmppfft, fine” he says, making a weird exasperated sound.

“Finally. You lot are exhausting. It’s just tea” Paddy mumbles and I look at him through the rear view mirror and notice he’s been on his phone this whole time. “You started it” Sam laughs. “I just didn’t want rubbish food and drink” Paddy remarks, making eye contact with me through the mirror. “I wasn’t expecting Tom to be all cheesed off” he shrugs and laughs at having caused Tom to glare at him. I laugh and move my eyes back to the road in front of us. “Let’s just move on” Sam says in an attempt to shut them up.

“Mate you’d have to spend an arm and a leg to get that car” Paddy says suddenly. I look to the back through the mirror while Sam turns to face them. From the rear view mirror I see Tom is showing Paddy something on his phone. Tom notices Sam and I watching and hands Sam his phone. “Paddy’s right but she’s a beaut” Sam sighs, turning the phone to show me. I momentarily turn my head to look at it before back at the road, “is that a Bugatti?”. “The Bugatti La Voiture Noire to be precise” Tom corrects, grabbing his phone from Sam as I pull into the car park.

“If you buy it, do I get to drive you around in it?” I ask gleefully. I know he’s probably just daydreaming about the car. Even though he’s made a lot of money off Spider-Man and his other films, he’s not a big spender. To be honest, none of us really are when it comes to big purchases like that. Tom laughs and unbuckles, “I’m not actually buying a car for eighteen million pounds. And if I were, no you wouldn’t be driving it”. I jokingly pout as I get out of the car.

“Harry! How are you?” Damien asks the second we walk in the door. He’s standing at the front podium in his uniform and a huge smile on his face. “I’m good mate! How are you?” I smile back. “Hunky-dory. Are you lads eating here or to go?” He asks, opening his note pad. I turn to face my brothers to ask if they wanted to take it home or get a table. But as I do, my eyes notice this smashingly beautiful girl and I freeze, my body part way between Damien and the boys.

“Here’s great” Sam laughs, punching my arm to get my attention. I whip my head around and feel heat rushing to my face. “Alright” Damien smirks and grabs a few menus and walks us to the seating area. “She is fit” Tom whispers and I groan. They caught me and are now not going to let this go. “Is here okay?” Damien asks and the boys stifle a laugh causing me to look around and notice he is seating us directly across the aisle from her. I glare at him and take a seat.

“I’ll be back in a bit” Damien laughs as he sets our menus down and walks off. The boys take their seats and are all smirking at me. “Could you not do that? All I did was look at her, it doesn’t warrant that” I sigh, shaking my head. Maybe if I don’t look at her again they’ll leave it alone. But my mind decides to torture me by instead replaying what I saw earlier. Her y/h/c hair is in the most wicked curls. I’m not sure if the curls are natural like mine or not; but she certainly knows how to keep them healthy either way. The curls perfectly frame her face and rest softly on her shoulders in perfectly conditioned coils.

“Baz” I hear someone say and her image disappears from my mind. Finally, I mean she can’t be that pretty anyways, my mind is just romanticizing it… right? “Hmm yeah?” I ask, focusing back on the boys. “Harry you’re clearly enamored by her. Go chat her up” Sam says with a mocking but encouraging smile. I shake my head. If she really is as beautiful as my brain is recalling, she’s way out of my league. It’s unfair how the red lipstick she has on makes her lips even more defined and full. It’s brutal how her y/e/c eyes manage to shine so bright I could see it across the bistro when she smiled at her friend. Oh Lord, her smile. Her- “Mate, you’re doing it again. Just go over there” Tom laughs.

I groan and rest my head in my hands. “Sorry,” I sigh, shaking my head as if that’ll send the mental images of her out of my brain, “I’m good now.” The boys laugh and seemingly disagree yet don’t say anything as they go back to their menus. “No, you know you don’t get to touch my camera” I hear someone say, causing me to look up and towards the sound. When I do, I notice the voice was her’s. She’s not British? Where is she from? It sounded like an American accent but I wasn’t paying enough attention. Wait… did she mention her camera? Is she a photographer too?!

“Fine, I’ll do it on my phone instead” her friend laughs. “I’m sorry y/f/n but I’ve already had to replace the lens twice and the whole DSLR body once from friends dropping it. Plus, we’re on the other side of the ocean so I couldn’t even replace it and I need it for work” she apologizes. No one other than a photographer or videographer would know those terms and go through replacing all of that. And she needs it for work? She has to be a photographer. I mentally groan, it would be a lot easier if she was rude or boring. That way I could just go on with my day. But instead, she seems really nice and has similar hobbies and interests which only makes her more attractive.

“Earth to Baz” Paddy laughs. I glare across the table at him. “We had to order for you because you were in a whole other world you Div” Sam chuckles. “Why won’t you go introduce yourself?” Tom asks, setting his phone down. “Because, she’s too-” I begin, finally allowing myself to look over at her. God, my brain wasn’t exaggerating, she’s stunning. “Too what?” Sam interjects and it’s only then that I realize I stopped mid sentence. “Pretty” I admit, running my hand through my hair. “Baz, come on, you’re a great looking lad, go on over” Tom encourages. I give him a thankful smile but still argue, “have you seen her though?”

The boys laugh and Paddy responds “mate, of course we have, you won’t stop goggling at her”. I blush and sigh. I should talk to her, I don’t want to miss my shot at any minor chance I may have with her. “I don’t even know what to say to her” I admit. “Anything is better than sitting here” Sam jokes, pushing my shoulder. I sigh and nod, raking my brain for something to say. “You could always use a pickup line” Tom says. I roll my eyes, “I’m not doing that. That’s not my thing and she seems like the type to not fall for that anyways “.

Before the boys can respond, I hear her laughing and I instantly melt at the sound. She has the most heartwarming laugh I’ve ever heard. I unconsciously smile to myself upon hearing it and I’m sure the boys are mocking me but I don’t care. I have to talk to her. I look over to her table desperately trying to find a justification to go over; even a tiny one would do. “Are you sure Y/N?” her friend asks. Y/N hmm? That’s really fitting. I take a deep breath and even though I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, I keep listening in order to hopefully find a conversation starter I can join in on.

“Yes I’m sure, the book clearly says right here that’s the British slang for making out” she Y/N says, pointing at a thin book she has on the table. “Oh Baz is done for. They’re talking about snogging while we all know Baz has been daydreaming about doing exactly that with her since we walked in” Paddy says under his breath and laughs. I glare at him, “knock it off. I just want to ask her out and see where it goes”. “So do it!” Tom exclaims, standing up.

My eyes widen, “what’re you doing?”. “Stand up” he says. For some unknown reason I comply and slowly stand up from my seat. Tom comes over and starts adjusting my hair and clothes. I groan as I realize why he’s doing this. “Tom I appreciate the help but I still haven’t figured out what to say” I sigh. “Baz just-” he begins but Y/N’s friend’s voice cuts him off. “Y/N, there’s no way that people here still say necking instead of making out” she laughs. “I know, it sounds old fashioned for sure, but that’s what it says” Y/N defends, pushing the book to her friend. I smile to myself, I think I found an entrance. It’s not a great one, but it could work.

“Why don’t you go clarify?” Tom suggests, seemingly reading my mind. I nod, “I also thought that”. He straightens my shirt again before literally pushing me in her direction. I take a few shaky steps as I regain my balance from the push. Here goes nothing… “Hi, my name is Harry” I say as I reach their table. Somehow she’s even more gorgeous up close.

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Y/N’s POV:

I’m slowly dragging my fingers down the page as I look to find any other slang we haven’t heard of so far. “Hi, my name is Harry” I hear someone say causing me to look up. I instantly notice how cute he is, his bouncy curls poking all the sides of his face as he smiles nervously at me. “Hi Harry, I’m Y/N, and this is Y/F/N” I say pointing to her.

“I hope it’s okay, I couldn’t help but overhear you discussing British slang terms” he says, his British accent thick and coating each word like honey. I bite my lip and nod, embarrassed that it’s clear we’re not from here. Granted the accent gives it away but now it’s clear we’ve not been here long either. He laughs softly, “well I just wanted to clarify that necking does technically mean making out”. He blushes before continuing, “but it’s mostly the elderly that use that term. Most people call it snogging”.

“I told you this book wasn’t going to help” I sigh, pushing the book Y/F/N insisted on buying from the airport towards her. “Thank you” I say, making the mistake of looking up at the boy Harry. He has the most contagious smile and, are those dimples?! “It’s no big deal” he says, smiling more. I try to take a deep breath but it’s like the air has all been emptied from my lungs. “Are you here on holiday?” he asks. Holiday, that term I know, we just call it vacation instead.

“Actually, no. We just moved here” I say, reminding myself not to give too much information. He may be the most attractive person I’ve seen, which is saying something given we’re in the UK and surrounded by gorgeous men with amazing accents. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a stranger still. His eyes widen a bit, “in that case, maybe you and I could meet here tomorrow for some tea and I can help you with learning the terminology?”

“Oh, I actually don’t drink tea” I say and mentally slap myself. Was he just asking me out? And if so, did I really just respond by saying oh I don’t drink tea?! Y/F/N kicks me under the table and raises her eyebrows at me, “clueless” she says as she ‘coughs’ to cover it up. If Harry wasn’t looking at me I would’ve glare at her and rolled my eyes. Instead, I bite my lip and look up, trying to think how to remedy my blunder.

“O-okay. I understand, enjoy the rest of your afternoon” he says, turning around to walk away. “Wait, Harry” I say, standing up and following him. He stops walking and turns back to me and nods softly. I blush, “I.. I’m sorry, I’m really bad at recognizing when a guy is flirting or asking me out”. He gives me a kind smile, “ ‘s okay”.

I shake my head, “no I’m sorry. I wasn’t meaning to say no to the date. I’d love to go on a date with you, if the offer still stands; God knows I could use the help with the slang you guys use here “. Harry laughs and my heart speeds up at the sound of it. Before he can respond, my anxious brain feels the need to continue my explanation. “I just said no because I truly don’t drink tea” I ramble. Why did I need to add that? Who cares that I don’t drink tea, I can just get water if the date is still on the table.

“You don’t drink tea?” Harry asks, looking around the bistro and towards my table. I shake my head no and he seems to notice my water glass. “Love, you’re in London at a cafe and are choosing to drink just water?” he asks. My face reddens at him calling me love but I push past it and nod, “yeah I don’t really like tea”. Did I really just tell a cute British boy that I don’t like tea?! The British love their tea. So much so I might as well have insulted his mother or wiped my face off on his shirt after eating a messy meal. He’s cute enough to pretend I like tea, why didn’t I just do that?!

“How can you not like tea?” Harry asks, seeming truly shocked at my revelation. Well there goes the shot at the date still happening. I shrug, “it’s too sweet for me. Even unsweetened tea”. “Too sweet?” he all but gasps. “Wait! You’re from the States. Have you had British tea?” He laughs. I shake my head no, “Is there a difference?”. He smiles and nods, “ a huge one and based on your reason you don’t like American tea, I think you’ll enjoy this one”. Even if not, I can certainly pretend. “Tell you what, if you let me have Damien make you a tea with just the right amount of milk, even if you still don’t like it, we can still have that date” Harry smiles. “Damien?” I ask, confused. “Ahh, he’s one of the employees here” he explains. “And he makes the tea with milk?” I raise my eyebrows. I’ve heard of a sugar, lemon, etc. But milk? Harry nods, “I know it probably sounds weird but it is super common here and really good”. “Okay, deal” I nod back. Harry smiles and waves down a server who appears to be a few years older than us. “Hey, can you make Y/N a mug of tea? She’s never had British tea before!” I press my lips together to suppress the smile forming on my face. He’s so excited about this and the way he said my name sounded so incredible. “Sure thing! How much milk would you like?” The server, Damien I presume, asks. I look over at Harry unsure. He smiles back at me and winks, “use my ratio please Damien”. I blush and play with the hem of my shirt. “On it, I’ll be back in a moment” Damien says, heading to the kitchen. “Your ratio?” I ask. This time it’s Harry who blushes, “I used to work here. And if I do say so myself, I make an ace cuppa tea”. I laugh, “based on the context, I’m assuming ace means good?” Harry nods and smiles.

“Here you are, enjoy” Damien says, setting a cup down on the random table Harry and I sat down at. “Thank you sir” I say and see Harry smile at me. I blush and grab the mug, taking a deep breath as I look at Harry and raise my eyebrow playfully before bringing the mug to my lips. Woah. This is so different than tea back home. Harry was right, I do like this better. My eyes widen and I take another sip before setting it down. When I look at Harry he’s got this precious smirk on his face as he watches my reaction. “You were right, this is really good” I admit. Harry laughs, “I’m glad darling. Does that mean I can take you out for some tea and British slang studying tomorrow?” I smile and nod, “as long as they use your recipe”. Harry blushes, “I’ll see to it”.

“Okay darling, I’ll see you tomorrow at three” Harry says, handing me my phone back after plugging in his contact information. I smile, “perfect”. He grins at me before excusing himself to return to his table. I watch as the boys at the table he must’ve been at all quickly look away when I make eye contact. I blush and laugh to myself as I walk back to my table. “Well? You two looked cozy” Y/F/N smirks. I bite my lip and shrug, “he’s really sweet and I’m going to go on a date with him tomorrow”. She lets out a tiny squeak that’s luckily quiet enough I know he can’t hear it. I grin and nod in agreement at her reaction. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

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Harry’s POV:

“Well how was the date? Looked like you got along” Paddy says the second I reach our table. “It wasn’t a date. Yet. We’re going out tomorrow” I smile, my heart feeling like it’s going to burst between my nerves and happiness. Tomorrow’s gotta go well, I need to have her in my life. In just a matter of a few minutes she’s already been the highlight of this whole week.

“Congrats!” Tom cheers. “Mate that’s smashing! I knew you could do it” Sam agrees and Paddy simply smirks and nods his head. “Shhh you guys are loud” I complain but can’t stop my smile from growing. “Yeah, let’s not embarrass him in front of his new girlfriend” Paddy remarks. I shove his shoulder gently, “she’s not my girlfriend”. “Yet” I finish, determined to make this work with her. The boys nod, “yet”.

#harry holland #Harry holland x reader #harry holland x y/n #harry holland fic #harry holland fanfiction #harry holland x you #harry holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland #my writing #requests

[parkers-gal]

why T.H.

wc: 6k (angst)

jerk!tom makes an appearance

You were angry, that was for sure. Tom knew why, it was his fault after all, but he'd never admit it. He would never 'man up' to you and just apologize like he should. At least, not when he should, but he would later, when the damage was already done and set in.

Truth be told, you were furious. How could he do that when he promised not to? You were more hurt than angry, if you were being honest. You didn't want to be the 'mother' but quite frankly, you were disappointed too.

It was your dream to own a bakery, but a bakery in London was something to get your hopes up. Dreaming big never ended well for you in the past, but after years of working your ass off, you had managed to achieve something you had wanted since you were young.

Your bakery, Flour Before Frosting, also happened to be where you met Tom, your boyfriend of almost 18 months. He had walked in one day, charming with a dashing smile, and asked for "your best made velvets, frosted with your number." You remember that day vividly, for it was one of the many times Tom would drop by before eventually taking you out and officially making you his girlfriend. Eight months and 17 days later, you moved out of your crappy flat and into his house (though it really just made things easier because you were already over every night).

You were in your shared bedroom, writing down new plans for how to decorate your bakery for the holidays.

"Hey, babe!" Tom called.

"In here, Tom," you yelled back.

"Oh- hey, luv. Got an old friend visiting next week, so I won't be by for our Wednesday lunch plans," he informed you.

"Oh, okay. Do you want some cupcakes and tea? Gonna have a new batch on Tuesday, fresh with new tea that Jackson just got. I think he made it- anyways, he gave me a sample a few weeks and I absolutely loved it. I think you'll like it too, it's just right for you." You rambled, and Tom laughed and shook his head at you.

"Yeah, darling. I'd love some cupcakes for my guest, gonna have to show off your amazing skills, aren't I?"

You blushed, waving your hand in the air as a hint for him to leave so he would stop flustering you. He ran over to kiss your cheek, leaving a Hershey kiss on your desk before yelling out that he'd be at the gym with Harrison for the next two hours.

Wednesday had come by, and you were on a lunch break, leaving Jackson in charge before heading to your favorite café for coffee and some light reading, and maybe even more planning. Heading in, you ordered and sat down in a booth. The door chime rung, making you look up from your papers and notebooks you had spread out to start your organizing. Tom, and what must've been his friend, walked in. You smiled as they went to the side of the restaurant with the small library of old, vintage books. They were facing away from you, sitting side by side in the angled lounge chairs. You were about to go over to and say 'hi' but your waitress came by with your coffee, so you stayed seated and went back to your work.

You saw Tom with the Tupperware box you gave him, enclosed with the small lunch note you always wrote him. He opened the box, giving a cupcake to the man talking to him (you were right in earshot), before reaching in for his, and the note. Before he got the chance to even look at it, his friend spoke up, frosting on his upper lip.

"You said these were made by a friend? This is fucking disgusting. Is it chocolate or..? Damn, ew, is this frosting healthy?" he laughed.

Tom nodded along, "I, uh, honestly couldn't uhm.." he trailed off, his friend looking at him with a confused expression, expectantly thinking for Tom to agree with him. "Yeah, man, I don't really fucking know."

His friend took another small nibble before playfully gagging, and looking at Tom while he bit into it for the first time. Tom reacted in the same way, 'gagging', to agree with his friend, before putting it on the table with his friend's cupcake.

"Who made that? Certainly wasn't Gordon Ramsey."

At this, Tom laughed. Whether he thought it was funny, or if he was just trying to ease the tension, you couldn't tell. You were too busy blinking tears away.

"You said you had tea?" he questioned Tom. Tom nodded. "Good, need something to wash away that disgusting thing people call a cupcake."

You cringed, turning your head to the side with squinted eyes because you truly couldn't sit there and listen to what someone thought was wrong with your life's work.

Tom didn't reply, just getting the tea in the thermoses in his bag, handing one to his friend while opening his. You were contemplating on if his lack of response was a good thing. On one hand, he wasn't completely encouraging the hate you were getting, but on the other hand, he didn't stick up for you either. Right now, that was all you could think about. But then, everything slipped your mind when both boys tried the tea you had specially made (early, for it wasn't to be sold in your shop for about another month) just for them.

Tom opened his thermos, smiling when he took a sniff at it, because you were right. It smelt like something he would love. His friend, however, would not agree. Taking one sip, he was just as rude about it as he was with the cupcake, going as far as spitting it back into the thermos.

He got up, taking both cupcakes with him, and dumped the thermos out in the trash can, the cupcakes following not long after. He sat down next to Tom, shaking his head with a coy grin before speaking.

"Next time, let's get Chinese or something," he laughed, Tom nodding along with him before slipping both thermoses back into his bag, dropping your note in the process. Before he got to pick it up, his friend crumpled it up and threw it towards the trash can, laughing probably a little too loudly about it. You were certain he knew it was a note from Tom's girlfriend. 

You were still for five minutes, stunned. Ultimately, you decided to cut your lunch break short, packing up your stuff as quickly as possible, leaving a tip and rushing out, your back to the boys.

You had yet to bring anything up, though you weren't noticeably acting different around Tom. But when he mentioned the next week that his 'old friend' wanted to "eat dinner and get drunk" you were hesitant. You hoped this 'friend' was temporary, because the effects were already starting to show, and you didn't like what they were.

Tom didn't tell you when he'd be out with, Andrew, he said his name was? but you didn't think it would be the immediate week after the cupcake incident.

You were sitting on the kitchen stool, jotting down ideas for your shop when he came in.

"Oh, Y/N! Andrew and I decided to go out this Friday, said something about clubbing or shit. Anyways, he said don't expect me home early, but I might sneak away if he's drunk enough," he said, rather quickly, for while he was talking, he was filling a water bottle and grabbing some fruit.

"Wait, this Friday? I thought we-"

"Thanks, Y/N! Gotta head out," he was practically yelling, running to kiss you on the cheek before racing out and slamming the door shut.

Did he mean this Friday? His only day off for the rest of the month, the one where you two planned a film night, with take away and late night talks and star walks in the park?

It was only eight o'clock on a Wednesday morning, your late opening day, but you decided to head in early. Walking in, Jackson had already opened for you, being the gentleman he is, just setting up for the day, knowing you didn't want to walk in to a store full of customers without being there. He was sitting at a window table with his boyfriend, Jeremy, giggling and eating a muffin. When the door chime rung, he looked up, his boyfriend turning around to smile and wave while Jackson was coming towards you.

"Hey, Y/N! We're a little short on shortbread today," he laughed at his pun, "so I put in a new batch about 20 minutes ago. The chalk board is set up and the cappuccino machine is on-" he was about to turn away before he stopped abruptly. "Oh! And Tom stopped by while I was in the back. Jeremy said that he wanted you to know something about not eating cupcakes for this new diet? I don't know, he mentioned something about Anthony telling him about some diet that would help fo-"

"Andrew!" Jeremy cut in from behind, correcting him.

"Right, Andrew told him it would help for his job. So he said to stop making his weekly order."

"Oh," you weren't quite sure what you could say. Thank you? What the fuck? It was all jumbled into your brain too fast. "Thank you, J. Well, guess we should open shop for the day." With that, you worked until seven-thirty, an hour later than you usually would.

Arriving home, you walked in and set your bag down, heading for the kitchen to get water. Mid-drink, Tom walked in.

"Why are you home so late?"

You swallowed, placing the cup down, "I was working," you deadpanned, maneuvering around him so your shoulder wouldn't hit his on your way out. He followed you into the living room.

"It's almost 8!"

"Yeah? I don't know what you want me to say, Tommy. I'm sorry? I'll tell you what you want to hear, but that doesn't mean I mean it. "

He was silent for a second, laughing slightly, seemingly letting it go. You weren't joking, but you didn't want to argue, yet. "Right," he laughed again, "Sorry. I did want to talk to you though."

"We are talking."

"Smartass," he joked. You giggled slightly. "I've got to go back to press next week. I leave on Tuesday." You stopped laughing. 

"For how long?"

"I'm always gonna be away for the same amount of time, Y/N, you know that. I'll be back mid October." 

October? It was only the beginning of April.

"Well, I'll be back in London for a few days in July so you'll have that. Press ends around September, but I need to finish up Chaos Walking. I'll be here for Halloween though," he smiled encouragingly.

You nodded. "Okay.. do great things, Tommy," you always told him.

Friday rolled around, and you you were going to close the shop early for your night with Tom, but he was going out, so your plans were out the window. Instead, [your best friend] would be coming over at around eight. Tom would be gone by that time, right?

It didn't matter, because he wasn't even home when you got back from work. It was barely seven, you two usually had dinner together. Well, not this past week because he had plans with Harrison, and his brothers, and Andrew, and Tuwaine...and practically everyone else. Seeing as you had about an hour, you decided to shower, changing into some casual clothes. Tom was going clubbing... he wouldn't be back before 4 A.M., right? You didn't care, [your best friend] would spend the night anyways. You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

You were wearing a cute tank, your favorite sleepwear, and some loose sweat pants. You were drying your hair with a towel when the doorbell rang. It rang again, so with the towel in your hand you ran down the stairs, yelling, "just a second," but it rang again. You swung the door open, confused, because [your best friend] always came in unannounced because you two were completely comfortable with each other. Instead, you were met with the boy from the cafe, Andrew. You looked around, and saw Tom's car parked by the curb, Tom waiting in the driver's seat while talking to someone in the back.

"Hey, Tom texted you or- whatever. We're going clubbing, can you get his stuff?"

"Uhm.. stuff?"

"Yeah.. he said you'd put his stuff inna backpack so he could get ready at my place," he answered confidently, as if you knew about this.

"I'm- uh, sorry? I don't have anything," you answered.

"What?" his eyes were wide with annoyance and disbelief.

The car honked, and Andrew turned around, shrugging his shoulder and mouthing something to Tom, before Tom came out and up to you.

"Didn't you get my text, Y/N? About the stuff sitting on my dresser?" he asked, straight up without so much as a 'hello' or 'how're you?'.

"No, I- no. No I didn't get your text, Tom."

"Well-"

"Well?" you interrupted.

"Thanks for, nothing I guess," he responded, moving past you and into the house to retrieve his things. Once again, you were left with Andrew on your porch, only this time he was eyeing you up and down, winking at you before yelling to Tom and going back to the car, Tom following not long after. This time, he didn't even bother saying goodbye on his way out. Just as they drove off, [your best friend] walked up.

"What the hell was that?" she shrieked.

"What?"

"That whole, 'thanks for nothing' bullshit. What kind of boyfriend thinks he can say that to his girlfriend?!"

You started heading in, taking one of her bags with you as she followed you inside. Placing her things down, you turned around, giving her a bear hug which she gladly returned.

"It wasn't that bad. Besides, he's been worse this week," you explained.

She was silent for a moment, shaking her head before talking. "Okay, I see why you called for a girl's night on such short notice. C'mon, lets get changed into some pajamas and get the snacks ready. It's been far too long since we've had actual time with each other," she gave you a sentimental smile, soft and sweet. You nodded, already planning on what to get and where to make the fort of blankets you already knew she wanted.

About half an hour later, she was in comfortable clothes, and you were in the kitchen making hot chocolate, getting chips and dip and pretzels and candy and everything in between. You had both decided to use the guest bedroom, which was accompanied with it's own bathroom. The room was probably a little smaller than the master bedroom, which was normal, but the bathroom was more expensive than yours. Plus, this one was used when the boys came over, so the Xbox, all the video games, movies, and the music equipment was here. Even with all this expensive stuff, the room was still as big as ever, so putting a fort in front of the bed barely took up any space.

You had to make at least three trips for all the food and stuff you were bringing, and because this was a guest bedroom, it had a mini refrigerator. Both of you decided to keep it pg-13, no alcohol or rated-R movies. Tonight, it was a Disney marathon with hot cocoa. At around 11:30, you had just finished your third movie, Beauty and the Beast, when [your best friend] stopped the ending credits and turned to you.

"Before we watch anything else," she turned to you while you did the same, "let's talk. We can fall asleep watching Disney, but we can't fall asleep and keep talking," you interrupted her, laughing, before nodding away. "So.. what's going on? With Tom, I mean, because you mentioned that he was worse earlier this week than he was today, and tonight he was pretty nasty so I mean- yeah, what else has he done?"

You paused, looking down and sighing, giving in. "Well, it started with Andrew, some 'old friend' he wanted to catch up with. I gave Tom some cupcakes and tea from the shop to eat with him. I was on my lunch break when the boys came into the same cafe and started eating. They didn't like it and- well.. they sorta threw it out after gagging about it," you said. Her eyes went wide. "I don't know, [best friend's nickname], I mean at first I was stunned, hurt obviously because it seemed to be on purpose because Tom knows I always go to that cafe on my lunch break. Is it a coincidence that he came to the same cafe at the exact same time I have my lunch break?"

You went on to explain how Tom had cancelled two dinner dates and a movie night within the past two weeks, and that he was going clubbing without inviting you, cancelling his weekly cupcake order and calling you clingy after you texted him about making sure he ate dinner. Not to mention he only just mentioned him leaving next week on a press tour, and spending his only day off with Andrew even though you two had planned spending that day together for a month.

By the time you were done listing off all the reasons, you were sobbing into [your best friend's] chest, trying to catch your breath. It was too late though, because Tom wasn't here and the events leading up to an attack like this could have only been noticed by him, seeing as [your best friend] wasn't here to see them herself. You couldn't hear anything, your pounding heart being the only thing filling your ears. [Your best friend's] attempt to calm you down wasn't working, resorting to the breathing exercises which were slowly drowned out. You could't even get a breath in. The realization hit you: if you didn't take control, you would faint. You had never had an attack this intense in at least four months, so everything needed to help you would take too long to get.

You gripped her arm, unable to focus on anything except for the fact that you were going to faint.

"I'm here, Y/N, I'm right here. It's going to be okay, right? We're gonna work things out. Yeah? Everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna be alright. We'll be alright," she cooed.

You blacked out, only for about two minutes, but you did. When you woke, you sobbed again, finding a steady breath before completely crushing [your best friend] with a hug, gripping her tightly.

"Thank you," you whispered.

She got you settled, convincing you to snack lightly before brushing your teeth, making sure you drank water. The fort was ready, untouched since your movie marathon, so you both climbed in and fell asleep watching Disney.

Four hours later, it was four o'clock in the morning, and the front door slammed shut.

"Y/N!" Tom slurred, dragging out the last syllable of your name. "Y/N!" he repeated, the same way but louder. "Where the fu-! OH! OW!" he screamed.

You and [your best friend] were already starting to sit up, confusion spreading across your faces before she got up, following her directly after. She opened the bedroom the door, and you stepped out, making your way down the stairs and seeing Tom sitting on the ground, missing a shoe with a rip on his shirt sleeve.

"There you are! I wus at the club a-and Andrew and I were hanging out and he took home some girl- he said if he was getting laid that I should come home and get laid by my lame-ass girlfriend, so come here! Fuck me!" he slurred, talking too loudly for your liking.

"Did you just call her a lame-"

"Tom, you're drunk. Go to bed," you cut her off, knowing how protective she would get. Honestly, you wanted her to scream and shout and yell at him, and you wanted to join her. But if you were going to, you wanted him to be completely sober so the guilt would really sink in.

"No wonder you're a lame-ass," he muttered.

"What was that?" [your best friend] yelled.

"Nothing! I'm going up to bed, see?" He looked at both of you before running up the stairs like a kid.

You both stood there, a little hesitant, before going up the stairs, talking on your way.

"Y/N, I swear if you hit him, you better knock some sense into him because that boy is so ridiculously stupid and undeserving of your love."

You laughed, growing quiet because you were beginning to think she was right. 

The next morning, you and [your best friend] got up at nine to make pancakes and bacon, your usual sleepover breakfast. The speaker was playing One Direction, both of you singing and slightly dancing when Tom came downstairs, disheveled and hungover.

It was Saturday, his last Saturday with you, but it had taken him too long to get interested in hanging out with his girlfriend. "Hey, Y/N. Wanna do something today?" he asked.

[Your best friend] looked at you, but you had already made up your mind. "Sorry, Tom, [your best friend] and I are going shopping together. Next time, though,"�� you said, before putting your dishes in the sink and slipping out of the room, [your best friend] following you out.

That night, you and your best friend departed ways, telling her you'd call and let her know when she could come over again. You got home, and decided to put your new things in the guest bedroom, because your clothes from last night were still there. The mess, luckily, was cleaned up thanks to [your best friend], who convinced you to help with the cleanup.

It was nearly ten-thirty by the time you got situated. You were in a new set of pajamas, sitting in front of the tele in the guest bedroom on the floor, looking at all the new things you bought. You found this super cute sweater, and a pair of jeans [your best friend] insisted on buying for you. You also found a pair of shoes to go with an outfit you had planned in your head; it was perfect. People say your looks shouldn't matter, but you felt good when you looked good, so you loved fashion. Overall, you and [your best friend] must have spent at least $800.

At around 11, you heard footsteps running around the house, before Tom came into the guest bedroom.

"What're you doing in here? Aren't you gonna sleep in our room?" he looked worried.

You lowered the shirt you were looking at, making eye contact. You hesitated, "I- yeah... Yeah I guess."

"You guess?"

You just shook your head, trying to be playful with it, but ending up avoiding his gaze all together and going back to looking at your new things.

"Y/N?"

You looked up, "Yeah?"

He looked --  surprised almost? There seemed to be a glint of hurt in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked.

You nodded, getting up and setting the shirt back in its bag, "C'mon, lets just go to bed."

He mumbled an agreement, turning around and walking to your bedroom. You left the guest room, closing the door and going into your room. It was weird-- to even consider it your bedroom, because you hadn't slept in it for about three days. The last time you did, Tom wasn't with you. Was it normal? Did all couples go through things like this? You didn't have much time to dwell on the thought, because you were already under the covers, sleep consuming you before Tom got the chance to talk to you about anything.

It was almost noon when you woke up on Sunday. Rolling over, you felt Tom's side of the bed empty. The feeling of the cold sheets didn't come as a surprise to you, he was gone every time you woke up even though he didn't start filming until around 10 A.M. . It was different this time, because it was your last weekend together. He was always at home on the weekends he wasn't away filming. 

You pulled the covers off you, walking downstairs into the kitchen where you were met with Tom and Haz, quietly whispering things to each other. You didn't get to listen long, for both boys shot up and stood straighter, smiling to you. You just looked at them, slightly rolling your eyes before grabbing some juice and heading back into the guest bedroom.

When you came down ten minutes later for breakfast, both boys were talking normally again.

"Just talk to her, alright man?" Haz spoke.

"What am I supposed to say man? I can't just go up to my girlfriend and tell her I'm fucking pissed at how she's been ignoring me. Not gonna be rude like her-"

"Woah- woah woah, Tom. She's not that rude. Just have a civilized conversation with her. It's easy, you're just overthinking it."

"Okay.. okay, yeah- yeah," he stuttered, turning around on his heal but abruptly stopping when he saw you standing in the doorway. His jaw dropped, noticing your anger immediately.

"Maybe I should go-" Harrison started.

"No, no don't bother. I'll go, it's obvious you both want it."

You turned around, going up to Tom's bedroom and getting a change of clothes, immediately putting on your jeans and the rest of your outfit, before Tom came barging in.

"No- Y/N, I'm sorry. Please, let's talk," he begged.

You ignored him, getting some more clothes, enough to last you two days, before going into the bathroom for your makeup bag and some deodorant. Going back into the closet, you grabbed your work backpack, making sure all your notebooks and journals were in it, before shoving the things you had in to join them.

"Y/N, please. I-  listen to me, please. I'm sorry, let's just talk. Talk it through, yeah?" he asked.

You looked up, talking rather emotionless. "No. We can talk when we've both thought our shit through, although I thought it was only you who needed to get their shit together, but obviously I was wrong. I'll be back after work on Monday, if you're even here to notice." With that, you moved past him, grabbing your phone and texting [your best friend], picking up your keys from it's hook and heading for the door. Haz was standing in the living room, and when you passed him he gave you a sentimental look, but you payed no mind as you glared him down, opening the door and slamming it in Tom's face, for he was downstairs too late.

About 10 hours had passed since you left, and Tom had only thought about you for two of them. Andrew and 'the gang' had called him, insisting that him and Haz join them for some fun. Tom had reluctantly agreed, much to Harrison's dismay.

At around eleven o'clock, Tom had had enough 'fun'. The guilt in him was killing him, but his anger for you was killing him even more. Telling Haz he'd be heading out, he drove home, getting into bed and thinking about what you'd talk about when you got back.

Monday had passed, and you were doing better than you thought you would be. You opened shop about 30 minutes early that Monday morning, knowing it was better to keep yourself occupied. It was [your best friend's] week off, so she offered to come with you to work, and 'volunteer' almost. She had quite some experience in waitress-ing , so you gave her that job. Around noon, Tom came into the shop, and [your best friend] called out, "Incoming, [your nickname]."

You looked up from the cappuccino machine, turning around to face the door Tom had just entered. The minute you saw him coming towards you, you spoke. Luckily there weren't that many people around who didn't know you, so they didn't react when you yelled at Tom.

"Get out."

"I just wanted to-"

"Get OUT!" you yelled, louder when Tom didn't listen to you.

He moved forward, leaving a Hershey kiss near the cash register, looking to you for your reaction. You picked it up, and threw it to [your best friend], who unwrapped it and ate it herself. He left after she pointed towards the door.

When you closed shop, you decided to head home, seeing as he was leaving tomorrow and you had obviously thought a lot about what to do. The only option, really: talk it out.

Walking in, you placed your bag by the door and went to get some water in the kitchen. Tom was standing there, staring into space. He noticed you come in, and immediately stood up straighter, obviously becoming more aware of his surroundings.

"Are you- are we talking now?"

"I'm here, yeah. Let's talk," you answered setting your cup down.

"What's your problem?" he asked. You looked at him like he was crazy, so he went on. "I mean, these past few weeks, you've completely ignored me. And when you did acknowledge me, it was a rather rude encounter. "

"You think I'm rude?" he nodded, and you scoffed. "Well I'm sorry you think I'm rude. You wanna know what I think is rude?"

"Look, I'm sorry my being honest upset you. But nobody said the truth was nice," he interrupted.

"Tom, what the fuck?"

"I'm just saying! Out of the two of us, you're the one who has more problems!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that you are always the one who cries over shit, and gets upset at little things," he answered. You looked at him in disbelief. "What I'm saying is you're over-dramatic and too sensitive."

"Oh for fuck's sake," you started. "You just- you just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"You said to talk! I'm talking!"

"You're being completely unreasonable."

"Am I? Because all you've talked about is how you think I'm crazy. Do you even have anything to say?"

"Fine! You want me to talk? I'll talk. I've been rude to you because you are the one who let that man you call a fucking friend insult my life's work. You completely agreed with him, took in my hate and didn't even stand up for me!" You yelled. Tom didn't know you knew about that, and he was about to interject but you kept going, "And to make things worse, you kept seeing him! Every single fucking week, it was 'Andrew said this!' 'Andrew said that!'. You cancelled dates to see him! Call me over-dramatic, but when your boyfriend cancels a date on his only day off, I think most girls would be pretty fucking pissed," you walked out of the kitchen.

Tom was in the living room too, following you. "Yeah, well I'm sorry I cancelled our plans, but we live together. Don't you think we see enough of each other because of that?"

"Wha- what?"

"Think about it! We see each other all time because we live together," he reasoned.

"Yeah, I guess you're right,"

"See-"

"If you were ever around, I would see you a lot. But you're never around, so no, Tom, we don't see each other a lot. I work too, remember!"

"Not like I do," he mumbled.

"What?" you yelled.

"Nothing."

"No, Tommy. If you have something to say, you better fucking say it or so help me-"

"I said 'not like I do'!"

"What? Because I'm not some movie star with his head up his ass, I don't work hard?"

"My head's not in my ass, yours is! All I wanted to do was talk things out, not get fucking blamed for things that aren't my fault!"

"Yeah? Well all I wanted was someone better," you quipped back.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"What have I done wrong! Please, enlighten me! All you've done is complain about the stupidest things!"

"So my feelings are stupid, now?"

"Did I fucking say they were?" he yelled, voice raising as he stepped closer.

"Sounded like it to me!" you yelled, raising your voice to meet his.

"Just tell me! Do you have anything else to say?"

"You- you really are stupid, Tom."

"No, Y/N. I'm not. You are, not even telling me why you're so fucking angry at me."

"I'm angry because I had my first attack in months because of you. You! The person who told me he'd always be there to help me through one, not cause one. I'm angry because you go out without even bothering to ask if I'd like to join you. A-And then you just throw it at me that you're leaving for, what? Seven months?!  Not to mention you completely stopped eating things from my shop because of a so-called diet? And you're off with that Andrew guy, who eyed me like a pervert even though he knows I'm taken. You know how uncomfortable I am with that! And don't you dare say you didn't know, when you're the one coming home drunk telling me he's picked up another girl and telling you that you should go home and get laid too. God knows you'd listen to him if he asked you to cheat on me. Not to mention how you called me fucking clingy because I was checking up on you. You want me to stop making sure you're okay? You want me to stop caring?" you screamed. "Because you say the words and I will fucking back off for good. "

He was silent for a second, only missing a beat, contemplating on if he should apologize or keep fighting. Because he didn't want you to be angry, but he wanted to win. He needed to win. "Yeah, I wish you would back the fuck off. You're always on me!" he screamed. "And I get wanting to be affectionate, but you're just fucking sickening. Too much love."

That made you stop. "You think I'm loving you too much?" you asked quietly, and Tom looked at you, really looked at you, after hearing the change in your voice. You were quiet, practically whispering now. It wavered slightly, your eyes were glossy and red.

"I- I didn't-" he started, but it was no use. The damage was done.

He knew better than anyone about your past, which had caused a massive buildup in insecurities that were inevitably killing you. When you met Tom, he had promised to discard each and every one of your insecurities until you loved yourself as much as he did.

"No, you did. And you fucking know it." You were walking upstairs, getting yet another bag ready to last you until Tom left for his press tour.

"No, no Y/N, I'm sorry. Listen to me, baby. I didn't mean it," he begged.

"You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it," you said, choosing a few shirts to shove into your backpack. "Your intentions were pretty clear, Tommy. I'll stop caring for you, stop putting in effort for this toxic relationship. I'll stop loving you, because right now, it seems like loving you is the one thing wrong with me," you said, finding some pants and your makeup bag.

You were making your way downstairs now, "Y/N, Y/N please. Please I need you. I can't leave us like this- not when I leave tomorrow."

"What 'us,' Tom? There is no 'us' anymore."

"What're you saying?" he asked, tears finally falling from his face.

"I'm saying it's time I move on from you. Moving on means not having you. So, we're done," you opened the front door.

Tom stood in the doorway while you gripped the handle. "So- we- we're.."

"I'll be out before you come in July," you filled in. With that you slammed the door, driving to [your best friend's] house, while Tom sobbed on the floor in what used to be a home of two people who loved each other.

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[duskholland]

Had to send this to you bc your writing is so amazing 😩 friend! Tom showing you pictures on his camera roll of a trip he was on and forgetting he had nudes in there, and you scroll to accidentally find them and you’re both stunned for a second but he shoots his shot by telling you that there’s more, you can look at them if you want. and you do, and toms behind you watching you look at them. he even tells you there’s a video too, if you wanna see it. and you’re like now or never, so you tell him yes. bc the sexual tension would be so high bc it’s uncharted waters and I could see Tom dragging you into his lap to watch the video together and him being like am I big enough for you? I was thinking about you and it would be SMUTTTTTTT whew I need to lay down 🥲🥵

ugh...your mind. I love this! 18+ nsfw !!!

– clearing out the askbox – 

“Hey, do you want to see..? I took some photos of it- Wait, let me just find them.”

You wait patiently as Tom digs around in his pocket, his tongue between his lips as he focuses on procuring the device. He makes a loud tada sound as he whips it out, his eyes sparkling as he quickly starts to scroll through his photos. You watch him closely, admiring his side profile discreetly.

You’ve known Tom for years, met him at a function in London through a mutual friend. When he’d moved into a large townhouse just in the outskirts of the city a few months ago, you’d been one of the people to move in with him. He’s been away for several weeks, on press in Europe, but now that he’s back, he’d dragged you down onto one of the sofas in the living room to share his stories and show off his photos.

“Is it really as big as they say?” You wonder. “I’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower before.”

Tom hums, and you watch as he scrolls through his photos, eyes focused. He looks very good today -- biceps pressing out against his black t-shirt, his Rolex glinting on his wrist. His hair lies naturally over his forehead too -- soft, brown, wavy. Your friend is very attractive, something you’ve always been aware of, but the time apart has made your feelings sharpen.

“Yeah, it’s bloody huge,” Tom muses. “Ah! Here you go, love.”

Tom carefully passes you his phone, and you swallow harshly when your fingers brush his and you feel sparks light off at his touch.

“Wow,” you exclaim, squinting as you admire the photo of the tower, soaring up into the sky. “You’re right. It is big.”

“Mmm. There’s more. You can scroll if you want.”

You start to flick through the photos, smiling as they change a little with each shot. Some of them are blurrier than others, and after a while they change as Tom moves from the ground below the monument, to climbing the staircase, then getting in the lift, then travelling to the top. You enjoy watching the story progress, seeing the shots of some of Tom’s friends, then a few selfies of Tom in sunglasses with a wide cityscape captured behind him, then--

You gasp softly as you scroll a little bit too far, and find yourself staring at a photo of Tom’s cock.

“Oh shit,” Tom mutters. You feel him go very still beside you. You’re sitting so close together that you can feel his thigh, warm to touch. “I… Forgot that was on there.”

You swallow dryly, suddenly feeling your pulse throbbing in your ears. You can’t stop looking at the photo, marvelling at the sight of Tom’s cock, red and erect, sitting in his hand. He’s clearly in a hotel room, and the lighting and the angle are very good, leaving little to the imagination. You bite your lip as you notice the way he has a strong vein curving down the side of his member, and find yourself squeezing your thighs together as you try, desperately, to snap out of it.

“It-it’s okay,” you mutter, voice hoarse. Your face feels hot with embarrassment, but you can’t deny the arousal coursing through your system too.

“There’s more,” Tom says, voice low. You can feel him looking at you, and there’s no doubt in your mind that your friend can tell, just from your reaction, that you like looking at his nudes. “You can look at them too, if you want.”

You tilt your head slowly, glancing at him, your eyes taking in his expression: cheeks slightly rosy, smirk on his lips, gaze pooled with lust. It makes you shiver.

“Okay.”

Tom moves closer, and you can feel his breath on your neck as his fingers slowly shift into your hair, moving it out of your face very delicately, gently. You swallow, your heart beating roughly in your chest as you continue to scroll, your eyes widening as you enjoy the different angles of his cock, each captured crisply by the camera. You feel yourself getting wet, partly from the photos, but also due to the way Tom’s so close. He dips his head down and your breath hitches as he ghosts his lips over your neck, kissing you so softly that it’s almost as if he isn’t there.

“There’s a video too,” he adds, husking into your ear. You moan softly when he sucks on the tender spot behind your jaw. “Watch it.”

You oblige, scrolling past more shots of his cock before arriving at the video. With slightly shaky fingers, you press the play button, biting your lip as you watch the short clip. The air fills with the sound of Tom’s groans, distant and buzzed with slight static, but still hearty enough to make you whimper. He’s kissing your neck with renewed strength, both hands wrapping around your middle, fingers caressing your sides as you stare at the phone. The sight of his arm veins flexing as he gets himself off makes you squirm, aroused not even beginning to cover how turned on you are.

The air is thick as the video ends, Tom cumming with a low cry, his seed shooting out over his hand as his upper stomach. You let the screen fall dark, your breathing heavy and unsteady as he stops kissing your neck.

“What do you think?” Tom asks, his accent hanging heavy in his voice. “Am I big enough for you, darling?”

You nod. With nervous hands, you put the phone down and turn to face him, feeling a surge of confidence as his hold on your waist guides you to sit in his lap. You straddle him, grunting as you feel his cock straining up against his grey sweats, and the pressure that it provides to your aching clit makes you whimper and repeat the action.

“Definitely big enough,” you mutter, looking at your friend closely. He seems to be just as aroused as you are, his hands guiding your movements as you slowly grind down against him.

“I was thinking about you,” Tom admits, “when I was filming the video. Thought about sending it to you, just to see if you’d like it.”

You bite your lip, realising that the attraction you feel towards Tom hasn’t been one-sided.

“Why didn’t you? I would’ve liked to see it.”

Tom’s eyes twinkle with arousal. “Wanted to do it in person, watch your face when you saw my cock.” One of his hands moves away from your waist, and he slips it between your legs. You’re so glad you’re wearing a skirt, because all you have to do is part your thighs and then he’s able to slip two slender fingers between your folds. Tom gives your clit a few teasing rubs before slipping his fingertips down to your entrance. You whimper when he slips them into your heat, meeting no resistance, and you moan loudly as he curls his fingers and starts to stroke up against your g-spot. “Fuck, darling. You’re soaked for me.” He leans in to peck your cheek, leaving his lips by your ear as he adds, “Do I turn you on?”

“Yes,” you whine immediately. Your moans grow louder as Tom continues to fuck your heat, his thumb shifting up to nudge against your clit. You reach up and grab at his shoulders, grinding down to meet his fingers every time they thrust up into you, feeling arcs of pleasure spiral out from your cunt with each movement. “You feel so good, Tom. Been dreaming about this for months.”

“Mmm, should’ve just said, love.” Tom’s back to nibbling at your neck. “Anything else you’ve thought about doing with me?”

As good as it feels to have his fingers working you open, you know there’s one thing on your mind.

“Yeah,” you admit breathlessly. You look him straight in the eye. “I want you to fuck me, Tom.”

He raises an eyebrow, smirk intensifying. “Oh, really?”

You hum. “Yeah. I want to ride you right here, right now. Feel how big your cock actually is.”

Tom swears, his fingers leaving your centre. “Okay,” he agrees, voice tight. “There’s a condom in my jacket, I’ll go-”

“I’ll get it,” you say instead. You kiss his cheek before standing from his lap, your legs a little shaky as you walk from the living room to the porch, thankful that you’re the only ones home. By the time you return to the lounge, Tom’s stripped off completely, sitting bare on the comfortable sofa with his hand around his cock. You toss him the condom as you take a few moments to pull off your tight shirt, your skirt, and your underwear, keeping your bra on before settling in his lap.

“You’re so hot,” Tom mutters, running his hands all over you. His touch against your bare skin feels electric, and you find yourself pushing into him as you enjoy feeling him map you out. “Bloody stunning.”

“Thank you,” you reply, almost a little bashful. You sit back and watch as Tom pumps his cock, hard and leaking precum, just like the video, before he rolls down the condom. Your eyes admire the lines of his abs, strong and defined, and the rest of him, equally attractive, and you feel your cunt clench as you imagine how good it’s going to feel to have him unravel you. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

With the condom on, Tom’s hands go back to your hips. He gently pulls you forward and you sit up, reaching down to guide his cock between your folds.

“Neither can I,” he admits, eyes trained between your legs. “Been thinking about- fuck- about your sweet little pussy for months, sweetheart, I--” He breaks off completely when you slide down onto him, your walls expanding to accommodate him. Your forehead falls to rest on his shoulder as you breathe deeply, moaning as he fills you up. “So good.”

“You’re so big, Tom,” you whimper. After leaving a moment to adjust, you sit back up and slowly start to ride him, taking your time as you get used to the fit of his body. You can’t stop yourself from whimpering, loudly, as his tip brushes up against your g-spot repeatedly, igniting a deep frenzy of sparks in the pit of your stomach. “Feels so fucking good inside me.”

Tom’s face is pulled tight with enjoyment, and you moan as you see his jaw clenching and the deep line of concentration furrowed between his brows. When he opens his eyes, you see nothing but appreciation and arousal webbed across the depths of his gaze.

“Love your pussy, Y/N,” he moans, cheeks flushing deeper. One of his hands stays on your hip, guiding you, and the other goes to touch your clit. He grins as he rubs your bud and feels you clench around him. “You like that, yeah? Like the way it feels for me to be inside you?”

“Yes, Tom,” you whisper.

“I know you do, I can feel how wet you are.” Tom’s watching you like you’re a spectacle, his words interspaced with small grunts as he lifts his hips to meet your movements. “So fucking snug for me, aren’t you, love? Your pussy feels so good... I’m not going to last long.”

“Neither am I,” you warn. You can already feel it building, building, building, and with each slap of skin on skin, coupled with the noise of your wet arousal getting fucked by his member, you get closer. “Fuck, Tom, ‘m gonna cum-”

“Do it,” he coaxes, his own voice strained. “Wanna watch you fall apart for me, love. Go on.” He rubs your clit a little faster. “I’ve got you.”

Tom’s grip on you is unwavering as you peak with a loud moan, your walls spasming around his cock as your orgasm sweeps across you in an intense wave of unyielding pleasure. You grip at his shoulders, shuddering as you continue to bounce on his length, not stopping until Tom climaxes as well. You feel his cock pulse as he finishes, his breathing coming out in low, grunting pants, and as the two of you ride it out together, his forehead falls to your shoulder.

“So good,” he whimpers, lazily kissing up your neck. You still in his lip, recovering your breath, and then both of Tom’s hands move to your face. He looks at you, eyes full of appreciation, and you find yourself smiling softly at him. “Can I kiss you?”

You giggle, nodding your head. “Seems like we’re doing this in a bit of a backwards order,” you point out.

Tom smiles before uniting your lips, his mouth feeling hot against yours. He’s still smiling when he pulls back, his eyes slightly nervous.

“We are,” he admits. “Would you like to come out on a date with me?”

You nod, your heart warming in your chest.

“Yes, Tom,” you say, pausing to kiss him again. “I’d love to.”

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[notobsessed-justobservant]

Listen, I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.

(Gif)

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[deadlyaffairs]

After You Left Masterlist

Summary:

y/n finds out she’s pregnant, but she and Tom get into an argument about moving to America. 3 years pass and Tom finally comes home where he finds out his parents and ex-girlfriend have been keeping a secret from him.

Chapters

Part 1: Coming Home

Part 2: Long Waited

Part 3: Promises

Part 4: Soft Hellos

Part 5: Familiarity

Part 6: The Truth

Part 7: Ill Intentions

Part 8: Blood Work

Part 9: (Coming Soon)

Part 10:

Part 11

Part 12

Inspired Works:

Moodboard

y/n’s moodboard

Tom’s moodboard 

Employees moodboard

Aesthetics 

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[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part thirty-two] || 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, angst, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 2.2k

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

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

The first time you met Jisung was at a party on campus. It was a month into your first semester of college and one of the frats had passed out fliers in the residence halls in the hopes of getting lots of the freshman girls to attend. 

You had dragged your roommate with you, insisting that you needed to get out there and start meeting people since you were each other’s only friends thus far. 

But the joke was on you because she ditched you not even five minutes after arriving, having recognized an ex-boyfriend from her hometown. You didn’t hold it against her, you had been the one to convince her to come in the first place and you understood the whole ex thing. 

But you were a lot shyer back then, less confident. So you stumbled your way through the house until you reached the kitchen. No one had offered to make you a drink yet so you figured you might as well make one yourself. You’d need a little liquid courage if you were going to get the balls to talk to any of these people anyway. 

That’s where you ran into Jisung. He was bent over the stove cooking what looked to be a grilled cheese sandwich. He turned his head when he heard you come in and nodded at you in acknowledgement.

“Want one?” he asked.

“What is it?”

“Grilled ham and cheese.”

You nodded. “Hit me.” 

He finished simmering the one in the pan and slid it onto a paper plate before grabbing the ingredients for yours. 

“How long have you lived here?” you asked conversationally. 

“Oh, I don’t live here.”

“Are you a pledge then?”

“No.”

“You’re not… affiliated with this frat?”

“Nope.”

“Are your friends?”

“Nah.”

“So you’re just…”

“Stealing their food? Kind of.”

You shrugged. “I won’t tell.”

He cracked a smile. “Good, because I’d really regret making you a sandwich if you did.” 

You hadn’t noticed until that point but he had an accent. 

“English?” you asked.

“Yes, that’s what we’re speaking. Why, do you know another language?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant.”

“No, I’m from Korea, actually,” he explained after chuckling. “But my English tutor was British so I picked up a little bit of an accent.”

“What made you decide to come all the way over here?”

“A mix of things, really,” he sighed.

“You’re probably tired of that question, I’m sorry.” 

“No, it’s okay. I just don’t have an interesting answer or anything so conversations usually fizzle out after that.”

“I get it. It’s like when everyone in your hometown asks you what you’re going to study and what job you’re getting your degree for.”

“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Your grilled cheese is ready.”

He plated the sandwich and handed it to you, turning the stove off and depositing the pan and spatula in the sink. 

“Thank you!”

“You might want to let it cool down a bit, though.” 

“Yes, chef.” 

He gave you a look, making you freeze in place. 

“What? Should I not call you that?”

“No, it’s just- I’m a culinary major. I’m always saying that to my professors but no one’s ever said that to me before. I know you didn’t mean it mean it but it sounded weird.” 

“I was just referencing Hell’s Kitchen,” you admitted. 

“Just so you know, not all chefs are like Gordon Ramsay.” 

“Only the majority?” 

He winked at you. “Bingo.”

“So if you don’t want me to call you ‘chef’, what should I call you?” 

“I never said I didn’t want you to call me that,” he clarified. “But you can call me Jisung.”

“Jisung. Nice name.”

“Thanks. Do you have one?”

You grinned. “I do.”

He gave an exasperated little sigh. “And what is it?”

You told him, leaning forward and whispering it like it was a secret. 

“You have a nice name too.”

“Thank you.”

“By the way, your sandwich should be cool enough to eat by now.”

You leaned back against the island and took a bite of your grilled cheese. Jisung gauged your reaction, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“Good?”

“Great. Best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t fuck with me,” he warned. 

“I’m not! Listen, I can’t cook for shit so I’m very easy to impress.” 

“I’ll take your word for it. It’s better for my ego if I ignore the last part.” 

“I can make a mean Moscow Mule, though. My talents lie in mixology, not gastronomy.”

“Make me a drink, then?” he asked. 

“Gladly.” 

You set your paper plate on the counter and made your way over to the fridge. 

“Let’s see what they have in here.”

“Oh, now you’re the one stealing food?” 

“Guess that makes us partners in crime.” 

You fell silent as you looked over the contents of the refrigerator, gathering a bottle of orange juice and half-empty jar of raspberry jam. You checked the expiration dates before continuing because you didn’t trust frat guys and then set them on the island with a handle of tequila that had been left out. 

Jisung watched as you spooned the jam into an empty solo cup, visibly skeptical. You couldn’t blame him for not trusting you, you had just met him, after all. You poured the orange juice in next and mixed the two together, finally adding a shot and a half of tequila. 

“Don’t want to get you too drunk,” you explained. 

He scoffed. “You think that’ll do me in? I’m Korean, remember?”

“Fine, suit yourself.” 

You poured what you approximated to be another shot of tequila into the cup. You filled another cup with ice from a nearby cooler and poured the contents of the first cup into it. Instead of shaking them and risking making a huge mess, you rolled them between the cups until you were satisfied that everything was properly mixed. 

You presented Jisung with your creation, eyes shining. “Here you go! It’s a makeshift tequila sunrise.”

Jisung reached for it but you stopped him abruptly. “Wait! Hold on.”

You took a sip of the drink yourself, just to make sure it was actually palatable, before passing it off to him. 

“Sorry, wanted to check.”

“Not confident in your abilities all of the sudden?“ he mused. 

“I’m trying something new,” you grumbled defensively, “artists make mistakes. I’m not above admitting that and therefore want to quality check my products to make sure it’s good enough for my consumers.”

“Didn’t realize you were taking this so seriously.”

“I take everything seriously.” 

He eyed you suspiciously. “Something tells me that’s not true.” 

-

That night, and all the others you spent with Jisung flashed before your eyes like some sort of sick slideshow as you stood there with him in the hallway. The fractures in the glass were beyond repair now, spindling inward threatening to shatter.

You supposed it was what you deserved, watching your relationship with your best friend crumble right in front of you. 

“Why do you ask?” you said quietly, still testing the waters.

“You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking off every night?” Jisung demanded.

“Uh-”

“At first, I thought you just needed some space. And I understood because you’ve been stuck with us for over a month now, but then it happened every night and you’d be gone for so long,” he sighed. “So finally, I followed you-”

“You what?”

“I know, I’m such a bad friend for invading your privacy.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you could already feel the tears welling up. 

You tried to hold them back because you didn’t deserve to cry. You’d put yourself in this situation, and you knew it was wrong, but you still did it anyway. You clutched your towel closer to your body, trying to shrink into yourself. 

“I heard what I needed to,” he continued. “So how long have you been fucking my brother?”

“Jisung, I-”

“I asked you a question.”

“Long enough,” you muttered. “He found out we weren’t actually dating. I didn’t tell him-”

“That makes it better?” 

“No, I just thought you should know.”

“What does it matter anyway,” he spat. “We had an agreement. You had one task and you couldn’t even do it. I should have never invited you on this goddamn trip.”

You couldn’t help but agree. “I’m sorry.” 

Jisung laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I don’t believe you. If you actually felt any guilt over this you never would have done it. Or you would’ve at least stopped before it got to this point.”

“No, I am sorry,” you tried. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” he asked, eyes widening suddenly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” 

For a fraction of a second, you were thrown back in time. The best friend that didn’t hate you was suddenly standing in front of you, eyes full of concern. It passed just as quickly as it had come when you denied it. 

“No, it’s just… I f- I’m in love with him.” You couldn’t even look Jisung in the eye when you said it, too afraid of his reaction. 

It was dead silent all throughout the house after your confession. You stared at the floor where a puddle had appeared at your feet from your dripping hair. 

He chuckled again in disbelief, breaking the silence. 

“You’re not in love with him,” he said matter-of-factly. “You don’t even know what love feels like. You’ve only known him for a fucking month, how could you possibly love him?” You were crying now, furiously wiping away the tears that fell onto your cheeks. “You’re just lonely, y/n, and desperate, and grasping at straws for anything that feels like ‘love’.”

“That’s not true,” you insisted. You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend yourself. He was probably right. 

“It is true! I’ve known you for how many years now? You’ve never had a real relationship with anybody. How could you possibly know what love feels like?”

You shook your head adamantly, convincing yourself he didn’t mean what he was saying. “You’re lashing out.” 

“Is it lashing out if it’s true?” he quipped. 

You swallowed hard, choking a bit. 

“I can’t fucking believe this. My best friend and my brother. I went away to school to be on my own and have my own life, and somehow Minho manages to take that too.” He was mostly talking to himself now. “What if someone else had caught you two? How fucked up would that have looked? I put no flirting with my brothers on the list of rules for a reason, obviously. Although I guess it didn’t matter in the end anyway, did it? You didn’t take them or this seriously.”

“Ji, that’s not true and you know that. I’m the one who wrote out those flashcards. I memorized all that stuff about your family. I flew halfway around the world for you— I did take it seriously.”

“Until Minho offered his dick to you on a silver platter?”

“Oh my god!”

“Am I wrong?” 

You sighed. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”

“Explain it to me then. When did this all start anyway?”

“Minho kissed me for the first time in, um, Italy.” 

“Oh my god, I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world,” he groaned. 

“But it wasn’t like that then… he still thought we were together then.” 

Jisung threw his hands up. “That makes it worse!”

“I know but he was drunk.”

“That’s not an excuse. You of all people should know that.” 

You let the dig slide since he was in an emotional state and you were in no position to argue anyway. 

“I know.”

“So you guys have been sneaking around behind my back for like a fucking month now?” 

“We didn’t sleep together until Shanghai, when he found out we weren’t together. But I feel like I should tell you I kissed him in Japan. Just so that you know everything.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Jisung deadpanned. “Thank you for being so honest.” He spat the last word at you, which again, was deserved, but hurt nonetheless. You sniffled. “I can’t believe you’re the one crying right now.” 

You couldn’t believe that Jisung wasn’t crying but then again he wasn’t the type to cry when he was angry. He only cried when he was sad, and that probably hadn’t hit him yet. 

You were starting to get cold wearing nothing but a towel but tried not to let it show. Of course, Jisung noticed instantly. He sighed as you shivered and pursed his lips. Even when he was furious with you, even when your relationship was irreparably damaged, he cared about you. It wasn’t something he could just turn off, though maybe with time, he’d learn to. 

“Anyway, go to bed. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

“O-okay,” you mumbled. 

Jisung brushed past you abruptly, muttering to himself loud enough for you to hear.

“God, I wish I’d never fucking met you that night.” 

You bit down on your lip as hard as possible to choke down a sob. All you could do was stand there motionlessly and stare at the floor. You waited for him to walk away into the living room but the footsteps stopped suddenly. 

“Oh, and a word of advice-”

“Hm?” You turned around to face him, trying your best to pull yourself together. 

“You should try getting over your feelings for Minho as fast as possible. He doesn’t love you back. He’s just using you, babe. I know he’s pretty smooth but that’s why he’s so good at his job. Easier said than done, I know, but you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”

hard one to write (and i imagine to read) but lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

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[labrunereve]

𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Last updated: 12th January 2022

💯 super great fic║⭐️ chef’s kiss

❆ Get Popcorn by @slytherinchevy

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader’s script is missing a page. The most important page—one which involves a kissing scene with Tom Holland.

❆ The Marvel Cast Treating Y/N As Their Own Child by @lovemarvelcast0105

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: In which the reader is treated like the Marvel casts’ own child.

❆ Being a High School Student on a Marvel Set by @itsallyscorner 💯

Summary: Being a high school student while being a Marvel actress at the same time is hard, but it gets easy because the casts are there to help you.

❆ Star Struck by @rae-is-typing 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Anthony Mackie & (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Spiderman a.k.a Tom Holland for the first time and he’s star struck.

❆ Memories Last Forever by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Paul Rudd, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Chris Pratt x Reader

Summary: In an interview your co-stars gush over your talent and awesomeness, and reflect on all the good memories from set.

❆ Stackie Sandwich by @itsallyscorner 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Anthony Mackie & (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader gets squished in the sofa by the two beefy men at Comic Con.

❆ Praise Unheard Of by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader

Summary: You and Jake have grown close while filming together for a new movie. You have a very jokey friendship, and you keep it lighthearted most of the time. Although, in a certain interview Jake mentions how much he admires you, and as someone who hasn’t heard that from anyone before, you can’t help but cry about it.

❆ The Runt by @morizoras-cave

Summary: Headcanon of how each Marvel actors and actresses would treat the reader, the youngest Avenger.

❆ Little Coworker by @morizoras-cave 💯

Summary: Reader is so young yet she has been in numerous movies with some of the Marvel actors and they were so happy when they get the chance to reunite with her again at the Avengers movie.

❆ We’re Family by @marvelgiggles

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr. x Reader

Summary: Evans, Hemsworth and Downey finds out that the reader has a crush and forced her to tell them about him!

❆ No Harm Done by @marvelgiggles

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans & Robert Downey Jr. x Reader

Summary: Downey acts like the reader’s adoptive father and asks all the Marvel casts not to prank her, but what happens when the reader teases Chris Evans about his favorite sports team?

❆ Show and Tell by @snarky--starky 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Mark Ruffalo x Reader

Summary: Reader surprises the MCU cast with a hidden talent on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon.

❆ [Untitled] by @culturebay 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest cast of Civil War and is really close to Evans, Stan and Mackie.

❆ Meeting the Cast by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Russo x Reader

Summary: Reader plays young Black Widow and Scarlett introduces her to the other Marvel casts.

❆ Come On, Little Lady, Give Us A Smile by @afictionaladventure16 ⭐️

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Evans, Mackie and Stan saves you from a creepy paparazzi.

❆ Lost in Disney World by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader is left with Anthony in Disneyland and he lost her.

❆ The Baby by @mellowavengersstuff

Summary: You are the youngest member of the Marvel cast.

❆ Besties4Life by @mellowavengersstuff

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie x Reader

Summary: Breakups are always hard. Luckily, you have friends to sort you out.

❆ Beach Day by @mellowavengersstuff

Summary: Imagine having a beach day with the Marvel cast.

❆ The First Ever Press Conference by @mellowavengersstuff

Summary: Press with even the world mightiest heroes still freaks you out.

❆ Prank Master, huh? by @mschrisaholic

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Robert Downey Jr., Chris Hemsworth, mentions of Elizabeth Olsen and Mark Ruffalo, (NON-PLATONIC) Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Before you and Chris started dating, Chris had pulled a prank on you. This happened when you’ve just started joining the set of Avengers. You were so terrified of the fact that you’re a part of them. RDJ’s face fear you the most when you’re filming and you realized it was all a prank planned by Chris.

❆ How I Think the Marvel Cast Would React To You Falling Asleep in Their Arms by @lovemarvelcast0105

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Anthony Mackie, Tom Hiddleston, Elizabeth Olsen, Scarlett Johansson, Brie Larson, Hayley Atwell x Reader

Summary: The title is pretty self-explanatory, right?

❆ Quiz by @borkkybarnes

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You’re at the BuzzFeed studio for the promo of your next film with Sebastian and Chris and you have to take the “Do you belong with Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan” Quiz.

❆ Brother From Another Mother by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: It’s chaotic when Tom and the reader who has brother-sister relationship is put together on a press tour.

❆ Baby’s First Heartbreak by @itsallyscorner 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Scarlett Johansson & Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: The reader, youngest cast member of the Avengers, experiences her first heartbreak.

❆ Trespasser by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Jake Gyllenhaal & Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Jake and Tom gets super protective at the reader after being inappropriately touched by someone at the red carpet.

❆ Persistent by @morizoras-cave 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr., Mark Ruffalo, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Winston Duke x Reader

Summary: The reader and some of the male Marvel actors goes to the mall where a guy keeps hitting on the reader when she politely declines him. The guys take action.

❆ Baby Don’t Cry by @forever-more-never-again

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Chris accidentally hurts the reader while doing a stunt which left the male actors worried when the reader became unconscious.

❆ Sexualization by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: Reader was asked sexist and dirty questions by an interviewer and Tom Hiddleston stepped up to defend her.

❆ Don’t Apologize by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader suddenly cries when the interviewer decides to attack her with a lot of questions.

❆ I Don’t Owe You a Goddamn Thing by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Brie Larson x Reader

Summary: In which the female casts stands up for each other when faced with sexist questions on an interview.

❆ [Untitled] by @lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, mentions of other Avengers cast x Reader

Summary: A guy kept on eyeing the reader creepily on a dinner together with the whole cast.

❆ The End? by @lovemarvelcast0105 💯

Summary: You’re part of the Marvel cast and you’ve grown up with them. Now you’re promoting Endgame and you can’t hold back your tears.

❆ Survival by @writersblog20

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, mentions of other Avengers casts x Reader

Summary: There was a terrorist attack in the building the reader was on, the boys were panicked when they saw her stabbed.

❆ Obsessive by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: A super creepy fan gets too close to the reader and Tom is ready to protect his ‘little sister’.

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[marvelouspeterparker]

sensuality and serenity

pairing: pornstar!tom holland x pornstar!reader (pornstar!sebastian stan makes a comeback as well)

summary: part two to tension and temptation. you and tom have finally given into desire, what does that mean for the both of you? 

warnings: smut + oral (fem receiving) + porn (u already know) + lowkey dom!tom + filthy unprotected sex + choking + spitting...(for seb) + ... + a shit ton of words skdfjgh

word count: 22.1k

notes: surprisingly people did want another part of this, which i am very grateful for, hope this doesn’t disappoint! this starts off the morning after the end of the first part. there are some small realistic parts about the industry i added in, some from observation, others from minimal research, they're not important but just a fun fact lol. thank you so much for the support <3 and i’m sorry this took so long! also not this being longer than the first––

read tension and temptation here

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You felt a pair of lips pressing along your back, leaving stamps of affection all over your bare skin, and the weight of an arm wrapped around your waist. Smiling to yourself, you stirred awake, keeping your eyes closed. Tom’s breath grazed your back as he trailed his kisses higher to your shoulder, the pecks becoming longer and sweeter. His hand found your waist under the sheets, sliding up to your stomach, his fingers splayed across your skin, almost anchoring you to him as the feeling of his soft lips against you had you floating.

You could still feel the slight buzz in your body from the very long night you had and blinked your eyes open, squinting at the sunlight pouring into the room. Tom pressed a kiss to your cheek, his lips curving into a smile against you. You finally turned to face him and the both of you smiled at each other, his hand falling to hold your side as you moved.

“Morning darling.” His voice was raspy and still thick with sleep, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send a thrill through your body.

You brought a hand up to his cheek, your thumb rubbing the skin gently, almost lulling him back to sleep. “Hi Tom.”

He licked his lips as he looked down at you, only reminding you even more of the night you had, the touches, the positions, the heat that surrounded the two of you––

“How did you sleep?”

You gave him a tired and dopey smile as you remembered how he held you after the very intense hours you spent in this very bed. “Very well. You?”

“Mm, slept like a baby thanks to you.” He leaned in and paused just as his lips were inches from yours. “Really fucked me out well, angel. That tight––”

“Tom!” You laughed incredulously, turning your head away from him. It was too early for this.

“What?” He chuckled, bringing a hand to your cheek to turn you back to him. “It’s true. You felt fucking amazing.” He moved closer to you, his lips now grazing yours. “You know you did. Had me throbbing inside of you the whole time.” He finally kissed you, your lips connecting like missing puzzle pieces, your hands holding each other, yours on his jaw, his on your waist. You both sighed into the kiss, breathing deeply as you took your time with each other, patiently, gently.

After a long (but not long enough) moment, Tom pulled away, bringing his hand back up to hold your cheek. “But it also felt nice just to hold you. And sleep next to you.” His eyes were as soft as his smile as he looked at you and you felt your heart burst. “Want me to make you breakfast? I’ve been told I could be a professional chef, you know.”

You raised a brow, trying not to get caught in your growing feelings. “Did the person who told you that happen to be a reflection in a mirror?”

His jaw dropped in faux shock, his hand falling from your face, landing next to you on the bed, as he pretended to be offended. “I could always take the offer back, love.”

“No need for that.” You hummed, giving him a cheeky smile as you pulled him closer. “What are my options, chef?”

He squeezed your waist affectionately. “I really do spoil you don’t I?” When you rolled your eyes, he smirked and went on. “Well we have cereal?––” He looked at you in question, since you were in your house after all.

You snorted and he looked at you pointedly, making you muffle your laugh and nod. He smiled, trying and failing to look annoyed. “We also have toast,” He paused to think once you confirmed that you did in fact have toast, his brows furrowed as he looked up trying to think of what food you could have had stocked up in your home. “Eggs and...fruits?”

You nodded, an amused smile on your lips. “Yes and yes.” You thought for a moment, pursing your lips. “Can I have eggs please?”

His lips curved up fondly. “Of course.” He slid his hand up and down your side, caressing your skin. “How do you want them?”

“Scrambled, please.”

“So polite for me.” He smirked and kissed you once again, quickly. “Alright. Coming right up.” He got up and put on his boxers, but when you tried to follow him, he looked at you incredulously. “Woah, what are you doing?”

Pausing, with one leg already out of the sheets, you sat up and looked at him confused. “Getting...up?”

He pouted. “But I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.”

Though he looked adorable, his hair just as messy as his eyebrow, even while standing there practically naked, you pushed that aside. “Tom, you don’t even know where anything is.” It’s not like you had time to give him a tour last night.

He waved you off, “I’ll figure it out.” When you gave him an unconvinced look, he climbed back onto the bed on his knees and placed both hands on your cheeks, making you look up at him. “I just wanna treat you, love. Will you let me do that? Please?”

You bit your lip. “Okay,” and he smiled immediately. “But I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom.” You poked his stomach. “And you should too.”

He gasped, squeezing your cheeks together. “Are you trying to tell me I stink?”

You laughed, making him smile and brought your hands up to hold his wrists, pulling his hands down to hold them. “Morning breath is a thing.” You kissed his cheek and got off the bed on his side. “Come on, I think I have a spare toothbrush and I’ll get you a towel so you can wash your face.”

You walked over to the closet and pulled out a spare towel, handing it to Tom as you led him to the bathroom. He trailed behind you like a puppy, his eyes scanning over your bare skin, the curves and dips of your body admiringly. He put his towel on the rack next to yours and thanked you when you handed him your extra toothbrush. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you brushed your teeth next to each other, watching each other in the mirror when the other wasn’t looking, with small smiles on your faces––it felt familiar.

You washed your face first, Tom insisting on letting you, but you had a feeling it was simply because he wanted to put his hands on you. Your suspicions proved to be correct when as soon as you leaned over the sink, his hands jumped to your waist, rubbing your skin softly and sensually, making your movements falter for a second. You could sense him smiling behind you, but refused to look up, trying to swallow down how flustered you felt. He handed you your towel when you were done, his eyes never leaving yours, only trailing down your body once you dried your face. You gave him a quick kiss, laughing when he tried to hold you in place and moved out of his way, stepping out of the bathroom to let him wash his face.

Your eyes couldn’t help but focus on him for a moment though, and how he seemed to fit perfectly––not just in your bathroom, but in your home, in your life. Snapping out of it when you heard the water switch off and watched him reach blindly for his towel, you turned around and started making your way over to the bed.

A few feet from it, you noticed Tom’s shirt that he’d thrown off last night and bent down to pick it up and put it on when you heard him curse behind you, before you felt his hands slide up your ass to hold your waist. “At least give me a warning next time, love. Shit––”

You stood up straight and gasped lightly when he pressed himself into you, letting you feel his growing member through the fabric of his boxers. He leaned his head over your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you completely, leaving kisses on your skin. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his kisses becoming more wet as he swiped his tongue after every bite and suck that had you gasping and tilting your head back for more.

His arms squeezed you tighter and you gripped his shirt in your hands, the soft material being the only thing keeping you tethered and aware of your surroundings as Tom worked his magic on you. Every time he put his lips or his hands on you, you barely remembered to breathe. But you weren’t complaining.

He started to rut his hips into you and groaned when you let out a small sigh. “Could cum just like this, you know?” His voice was low. “You drive me insane,” he sucked a mark onto your neck, “have me in the palm of your bloody hand.”

He let his hands slide up your warm body to play with your breasts, his palms holding and squeezing your flesh, his fingers teasing and tugging at your nipples, making you whimper and breathe out harshly. “Fuck, Tom––”

He hummed, “Think I wanna have another taste before we fuck again.” You whined unwillingly at the nonchalance of his words and he chuckled, his lips still latched onto you. “But,” He started, pausing to leave a few kisses before pulling away, his hands still on you. You were still reeling from his touch, trying to calm down. “I promised you breakfast.” He kissed your cheek and gently pushed you towards the bed. “So get in here. And I will be back soon.”

You sat down and put the shirt on, laughing when he pouted that you were covering yourself up. But it quickly died down when he spoke up again.

He looked you up and down, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip teasingly. “I’ll have my dessert after breakfast, yeah?”

You licked your lips absentmindedly as well and nodded, making him smirk before he walked off to your kitchen.

You lied there for a few seconds, a part of you still in disbelief of the night before, and of the fact that Tom was in your house and making you breakfast. Well, he was trying to anyway––it lasted about three minutes before he called you from the kitchen, asking where your pots and pans were.

You walked into the room and smiled knowingly at him, tilting your head. “Did you even look?” He pulled an offended face and crossed his arms teasingly, immediately bringing your attention to the curve of his muscles and toned chest.

“Of course I looked, I just didn’t expect for you to have hid the basic cooking utensils––”

You rolled your eyes and shoved past him, an amused smile on your face. You bent down to his right and opened the cupboard right next to him, raising a brow when you turned your head to find him shamelessly checking you out. You cleared your throat, making him lock eyes with you. He licked his lips and practically knocked the breath out of you, and you tried your best to ignore the tingling sensation spreading through your body as you took the pan he was looking for and stood up.

“Clearly you didn’t look hard enough.” You handed him the pan and he graciously took it from you, purposely letting his fingers graze yours.

“Oh trust me,” He let his eyes trail down your body, “I was looking pretty hard.”

You swallowed and tried not to press your thighs together before stepping closer to him, making him look back into your eyes. “Tom?” You whispered. You could hear his breath hitch and the sound made your lips twitch.

His voice was soft. “Yes, love?” He placed his free hand on your waist and pulled you closer. You tilted your head and waited until your lips were grazing, your body pressed up against his, to stop.

You looked at him and smiled at the way his eyes started to flutter shut. “Breakfast.” You pulled away with a breathless laugh and stepped out of his embrace as he nodded slowly and looked to the ceiling, putting his tongue in his cheek to contain his smile. You made your way around him on the other side to the kitchen island and sat down, leaning your head on your palm. “Don’t make me wait too long.”

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Breakfast didn’t take too long and was unsurprisingly very good, given the fact that Tom somehow managed to be good at everything. You ate together at the kitchen island, butterflies fluttering your stomach as his free hand rested on your thigh, his thumb rubbing teasing circles on your skin, his eyes almost never leaving your face as he watched you with a smile during your conversation.

After you ate, there was an undeniable tension in the air, the both of you visibly aching to jump each other while Tom helped you load the dishwasher, not wanting to leave the mess for you to clean up alone. He had wanted to do it alone, but you very stubbornly would not let him do so, to his displeasure.

“Excuse me, love.” His hands lingered on your waist as he slid behind you and reached over to grab the spatula off the counter in front of you. You smiled to yourself and backed up into him slightly, deciding to act coy as well, knowing the both of you knew very well what the other was up to.

He grabbed the spatula with one hand while the other squeezed your waist almost to control himself––he wanted nothing more than to bend you over the sink and take you there, but he told himself he had to have more class than that.

He stood up straight behind you and handed you the spatula since you were in front of the dishwasher, and definitely not because you had to bend down to put it in it’s spot. You licked your lips and took the utensil, before slowly and teasingly bending down to put it away, swallowing a gasp when you felt Tom’s hands slide along your ass and under his shirt, then his bulge as he pressed into you.

Slowly, you stood back up and closed the dishwasher, tilting your head to the side as Tom moved closer behind you, his breath hitting your skin, lips teasing you as you clicked the settings on the dishwasher, the beeps from the appliance being the only sound floating in the tense air.

Tom let his lips graze your neck as his hands slid up to grab your breasts, before finally letting his lips press a kiss to your skin. He trailed his kisses along your neck, letting his tongue swipe across it teasingly before biting down gently and leaving a few marks that had you taking sharp intakes of breath.

You let your eyes flutter shut and bit your lip as he started grinding into you ever so slightly, caught up in the feeling of you pressed against him. You brought your hand up and reached behind you, tugging at his hair the way he liked and he groaned against you, making you moan quietly.

He let out a shaky breath and pulled his mouth away from you for a moment, panting lightly as his hands moved down to hold your waist. “Been aching to get another taste of you, darling. Think I’ve waited long enough, yeah? You gonna let me back between these pretty thighs?”

You nodded immediately and he let out a breath of laughter, before taking your hand and leading you back to your room. He looked at you earnestly but lustfully before slipping his shirt over your head and letting it fall to the floor, his eyes raking over your body as if he were looking at it for the first time. Then he gently pushed you back onto the bed and got comfortable, his breath hitting the insides of your thighs as he looked at his prize, practically salivating despite the meal he had just eaten.

The look in his eyes was enough to make you clench around nothing and that only made his eyes zero in on you even more. His hands inched up your thighs teasingly slow, his fingertips only grazing your skin as you started breathing heavier, your eyes stuck on him and his movements. You bit your lip to stop the whine from escaping and without even looking up at you, Tom could tell you were needy.

His lips curved into a small smirk. “You need me, darling?” He licked his lips. “It looks like this pussy needs attention, hm?” He let one of his hands ghost over your core, your lips bucking slightly before his other hand gently pressed you back down by your waist, his smirk deepening at the sight. “Shh, you’re okay, love. I’ll take good care of you.”

You shut your eyes for a second before looking back down at him, trying to stay still, but the way his fingers were sliding through your folds ever so gently made you want to cry out. “Tom please–”

He finally looked up at you and the intense and hungry look in his eyes was enough to make you squirm under his hold. “I need you.” One of your hands grabbed his on your waist while the other gripped the sheets. “Please do something.”

He cursed silently and kissed your thigh softly before burying his face between your legs, groaning at the way your hand came down to tug at his curls.

He grinned into your heat, his tongue lapping up and down your folds as you grinded into his mouth, satisfied and grateful that he was relieving you of your pent up frustration. His tongue made its way all around your cunt, making a mess that he was silently aching to clean up. He slid a finger into your opening and his eyes shot up to watch your reaction, grinning against you when your body shook slightly, your mouth falling open.

“So tight, lovie.” He whispered against you and your head fell back, eyes shutting at the warm pleasure coursing through your body. “Always so nice and tight for me.” He let his tongue lick against your clit lazily, eyes taking in your every feature as he curled his finger inside you and slowly worked you up. “Think you’re ready for another one, hm? We’ll make it fit. You want that?” You nodded immediately and he smirked, kissing your clit. “Need words baby, you know that.”

“Please.” Your voice was small, barely a whisper. “Want another one.”

He cooed, moving his finger faster inside of you. “Another what baby? Tell me.”

You looked down at him, knowing exactly how to get what you wanted––your lust-clouded mind still clever. “Need another finger inside me Tommy, please?”

His lips parted, the color of his eyes turning a shade darker. Without another word, he slid a second finger in, letting out a breath in sync with you when you moaned at the feeling, groaning softly when your fingers pulled harder at his hair. He was mesmerized by the way you were practically sucking him in, tightening around him and he couldn’t help but think about how you would feel around his cock afterwards. He let his hips grind into the bed and moaned, leaning forward to wrap his lips around your clit to lick and suck the sensitive bud, letting the vibrations bring you closer to the edge.

You let out a gasp at the stimulation and he took that as an incentive to go faster, speeding up his fingers and sucking harder at your clit. He curled his fingers and chuckled against you when your hips jerked upwards, both your hands pulling him closer by his hair. Your legs started trembling and he kept at it, closing his eyes and immersing himself in your pleasure. “Come on, love. Come on my fingers, you know you want to. Give it to me, just like that.” He could feel himself getting closer just at the sight of you and had to force himself to stop pressing down against the bed, wanting to save himself for you.

Your eyes rolled back and your body tensed under him, your fingers loosening their hold on his hair as you came undone. He held you close with one arm wrapped around your thigh, his head following the movement of your hips to keep making you feel good through your high. You sighed and opened your eyes slowly to the sound of him cooing softly to you, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you slowly and he kissed your clit. “Such a good girl.” He licked around your cunt, lapping up your wetness gently and languidly before he sat up and kissed you. He pressed his lips against yours teasingly softly, sliding his tongue against yours, letting you taste yourself.

He gave you a few more pecks and brought his clean hand up to your cheek and let his eyes wander over your face fondly, taking his sweet time to admire you. His voice was soft when he spoke up. “You know you look absolutely stunning when you come?” He trailed his pointer and middle fingers of his other hand down to your lips, letting them linger over them before you couldn’t help yourself and opened your mouth for him to slide them in. His eyes were entranced as you sucked and wet his fingers, letting him pump them in and out of your mouth, your eyes locked with his.

His lips parted on their own accord, his body reacting on it’s own to the way you were enticing him. You reached your hand over and ran it along his length, making his breath falter. “Shit baby––” He looked down to where you were rubbing him through his boxers and bucked into your touch, slipping his fingers out of your mouth to grab your jaw. He looked back up at you. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come in my boxers,” he leaned in to graze his lips against yours. “And I’d much rather do that inside you.”

You swallowed a whimper and nodded, pulling your hand away. He bit your bottom lip gently, slowly and pulled away, his eyes trained on yours as he slid his boxers off. Your eyes shot down to his length, fascinated by the way his hand wrapped around it, stroked up and down slowly and he smirked. He came back between your legs and brought a hand under your chin to tilt your head up. “S’not very polite to stare, darling.”

You bit your lip and looked up at him sheepishly, clearly unapologetic. “M’sorry.”

He narrowed his eyes, an amused smile on his face. “You little minx.” Before you could respond, he swiped his tip through your folds, rubbing it along your clit, gliding easily through your wetness, making the both of you take a sharp inhale. “This pussy’s throbbing for me isn’t it?” He pushed his hips down and slid the length of his member against your cunt, his voice dropping down to a teasing, seductive tone. “You want me to fuck you baby, hm?” He smirked and leaned further down so he was hovering above you, “Want me to slide my cock inside this tight pussy?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to kiss him. “Please.” You whispered against his lips before kissing him again. “Fuck me.”

He kissed you deeply and pressed his cock against your entrance. “Well how can I say no to you, hm? Such a pretty little thing for me.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in and the both of you moaned into the kiss, holding onto each other tightly. He bottomed out slowly, wanting to feel all of you, his hand gripping your thigh as he started thrusting into you gently.

You could feel his lips curve into a sly smile through the kiss––he knew it wasn’t enough for you, he was just being a tease. So you started bucking your hips into him, fucking yourself onto his cock and he let out a low groan before pulling away to look at where the two of you were connected. He bit his lip and watched you for a while, cursing at the feeling of your tightness stretching around him and sucking him in.

“You that desperate for me, lovie?” He looked back up at you and twitched inside of you at the sight of the lust that overtook your gaze. You were staring at him unabashedly, making it clear that you wanted all of him and who was he to deny you of that.

He sat back on his knees and placed his hands on your hips to steady but before you could complain about the lack of stimulation, he was pounding into you at a solid pace, knocking the breath out of you. You whined and let your eyes flutter shut, your hands coming up to hold the pillow underneath your head as you jolted back and forth with every thrust of his hips. You heard a faint “so fucking beautiful” before the sound around you practically drowned out, the feeling of your pleasure overcoming all other senses.

He was fucking you hard and deep, the sound of his skin slapping against yours just as constant as the pleasure he was giving you. He was cursing and moaning above you as he watched you, practically fucking you onto his cock himself. He reached a hand down and rubbed at your clit, making you let out a mix between a gasp and a whine, your body trying to fold on itself from the sensitivity.

“Want you to come for me again baby. Can you do that for me? Wanna feel that pussy drip on my cock before I fill you up.”

You let out a breathless moan as you felt your body climb higher and higher to the edge, the pit in your stomach growing with every thrust and flick of his fingers as he quickened his pace. “Come on darling, that’s it. Be good for me, shit––”

His fingers were digging into your waist, holding you in place as he sent you barreling over the edge, your whole body shivering and trembling as your mouth fell open, your walls tightening around him as he gasped and thrusted even harder, chasing his own high. The only sounds were that of his loud breaths and moans and his cock plowing into you, covered in your slick.

Within a few more strokes, he was moaning loudly and painting your insides with cum, both of his hands back on your waist as his pace faltered and slowed down. You could feel every inch of his cock as he dragged it teasingly slow in and out of your cunt. He looked down to see the white ring of both your releases around the base of his cock, dripping down his balls and groaned quietly before bottoming all the way out again. “Fuck––”

He leaned forward and you wrapped your legs around him to hold him close, linking your hands around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. You hummed and smiled when he thrusted again cheekily and he smirked before pulling back to look at you. “You okay?”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his unnecessary but sweet question. “More than okay.” You nodded and started playing with his hair, biting back a smirk when his eyes threatened to flutter shut at the feeling. He really was like a puppy sometimes. “Are

you okay?”

He licked his lips and let his eyes trail down your face to your chest and back up to your eyes. “Amazing.” He leaned down for another kiss, which quickly turned into several more and soon enough you were getting lost in each other once again.

––❊––

On Monday, you found yourself even more eager than usual to get to work, for obvious reasons. Though you’d already slept with Tom, this was something you’d literally dreamt about, on multiple nights, for a while now, so you were understandably a bit nervous. It weirdly felt like you were opening up a part of yourself to the public, though you wouldn’t be doing anything they hadn’t seen before––you were sharing the spotlight with someone who’d held you to sleep a couple nights before, this was intimate.

Today Julie had kindly offered to get you a coffee today so you stopped by her desk in the lobby to take it and say good morning. You greeted her gratefully as she slid the drink to you, taking a sip from her own cup with a knowing smile. “So I heard you’re filming with the golden boy today. You excited?”

You tried to contain your own growing smile by sipping your coffee as well, trying to act coy. “Maybe…”

She laughed, “That’s definitely a yes. I mean I would be too, to be honest.” Suddenly she perked up, “Speak of the devil.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you stood up straight, not wanting to turn around and look too suspicious. You felt a presence come up next to you and a hand on your lower back before you heard his alluring and oh so familiar voice.

“Julie,” He turned to you, a teasing smile on his face as he looked you up and down. “Y/N.”

You held your coffee with both hands and subtly scanned him as well. He was wearing a black t-shirt, a jean jacket and sweats and of course, he looked as good as ever. “Good morning, Tom.”

His lips curved into a smirk, “A good morning indeed. Going to be a rather good day too, for sure.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bid Julie goodbye, not needing her to bear witness to Tom’s blatant flirting. “We should get going. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

She smiled and nodded, her voice extra cheerful as she watched the two of you. “Bye.”

Tom said goodbye as well before following you, leaning close as he walked with you towards the elevator. “Eager to get to work, are we?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were in fact eager, and very, at that.

“Well I’ll let you in on a little secret, love.” He kept his eyes on you as he pressed the elevator button and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I’m the most excited I’ve ever been to go to work. In fact, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind, you know that? You drive me absolutely crazy in the best way.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, but before you could say anything, the elevator doors opened and Tom stepped aside, extending his arm to let you go through. You cleared your throat, trying to calm yourself and stepped in.

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Within no time you were sitting in front of the mirror, Olive fixing up your makeup. “So I hear you’re filming a little something special today.” She smiled knowingly, glancing at your eyes for a brief moment before focusing back to the task at hand, patting the beauty blender onto your cheeks and under eyes as you smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe…”

She hummed, “I also hear he asked to work with you personally as well. Two in a row…Someone’s a popular girl, hm?”

You tilted your head back to laugh and she did as well, the hand holding the beauty blender pausing in the air until you sat straight again. “I honestly don’t know why this is happening to me,” you admitted but Olive was quick to wave you off, her brows furrowing in a half-hearted scolding.

“Oh, nonsense.” She reached over to get the lip gloss and applied it to your lips. The scene you were filming didn’t require that much makeup, rather a natural look––or as natural as you can be in this industry, in a professional video. “You’re gorgeous and you’re good at your job––I’m surprised you haven’t received more offers.”

You rubbed your lips together to spread the gloss, biting back a smile to do it properly. “Thanks Olive.”

She shrugged a shoulder as if to say any time before she turned back to you, a more serious look on her face. “Now back to Tom––You nervous?”

“Honestly? Yeah…It feels more intimate? Than others I’ve done before. But I trust him and I know we’re good together so…” You smiled, more confident. “I’m ready.”

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A few moments later, you were dressed and ready to go in your yoga pants and push-up sports bra––the scene you were shooting taking place in a “personal gym” between a yoga instructor and his student.

You made it to the set before Tom, the assistant letting you know that he was on his way, just finishing a few touch ups. You went over the scene with the director for some last minute notes, revising the positions, the minimal lines you had and so on. As the director talked you could sense immediately when Tom walked into the room. You could feel his eyes on you, raking over your body as if you two were the only ones there and you shifted from heel to heel, trying and falling to not let it affect you.

When Tom noticed, because of course he did, he smiled to himself and crossed his arms as he walked over to the two of you, wanting to know if there were any last minute changes and so on. He stood closer to you than necessary, just to be a tease––his side pressing into yours as he spoke with the director. You let your eyes trail over to him subtly, watching the way the muscles of his arms curved, the way the veins added to definition to his hands––the tank top letting it all be on display. Next your gaze shifted down to his legs, the short tight shorts leaving his defined thighs for all to see and you had to snap out of it before you started fantasizing and missed out on the director’s notes.

A few minutes later, you were done discussing everything and Tom turned to you as the director went elsewhere. He bit his lip, taking his turn to shamelessly check you out. “I have never been more grateful for this job.”

You nudged him playfully and walked towards the mat where the scene would be taking place. “Shut up.”

He chuckled and was quick to follow you. “Don’t worry,” he squeezed your ass cheekily, smirking when you gasped quietly. “I’ll be putting my mouth to good use in no time.”

With your mind already malfunctioning from that sly comment, you decided not to respond, not wanting to make a fool of yourself and by the smug look on Tom’s face it seemed as though he could tell.

The photographer made his way over to the main part of the set with the director and gestured to the two of you to come over. “So we’re going to take a few pictures, not too many, just three or four poses from multiple angles and then we’ll start the scene, alright?”

You and Tom nodded before making your way over to the mat on the floor. He stepped behind you and placed a hand on your waist to get your attention. You looked over your shoulder and he stepped closer to you, letting you feel his hard-on through your leggings and your breath hitched.

“You ready?” His voice was soft, only quiet enough for you to hear.

You nodded and he smirked. “Then let’s put on a show, hm?”

You bent down at the waist and placed your hands in front of you to hold you up, silently thankful for how this career has helped you become more flexible in more ways than one. You heard Tom take a sharp inhale at the sight of you and bit your lip to contain your smile. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your waist, gently pulling you back into his hips, cursing quietly as the photographer took the photos.

You could feel the pressure from each of his fingers as they dug into your waist, the outline of his cock pressed between your legs and you could already sense yourself falling down a tunnel of desire. Your body was eager for what was to come, wetness already spreading between your lips. Thinking back to when you watched him work with Angela––Sophie was right when she told you the actresses never needed extra help when working with Tom, he’d have you more than prepared by the time you had to film, and you weren’t ashamed to admit it.

When you were done with that pose, he helped you up and turned you around before sliding your leggings down, getting down on his knees and looking up at you, a sinful look in his eyes as you stepped out of the material. Next he pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them before stepping back in front of you.

You raised your leg and he swiped his tip between your folds, practically hissing when he felt how wet you were. You’d be taking some action shots while you were filming the scene, but they still wanted some stills of fake action shots––it didn’t even matter if the positions weren’t in the scene, people didn’t really care and most times they didn’t notice. Tom slipped the tip in your hole and cursed as your walls sucked him in, shamelessly aching for more. You’d prepped yourself earlier in your dressing room, but your fingers were nothing in comparison to him. He locked eyes with you and licked his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me, darling.”

He hooked his forearm under your knee, pulling you close with one hand on your ass, the other arm coming around to hold your waist as he slipped in a little deeper. He didn’t need to but he couldn’t help himself. You bit your lip to swallow your surprised moan and he gave you a cheeky look, his lips quirking up as you tried but failed to glare at him, the pleasure overtaking your features. Your faces wouldn’t be in the shot, but you found yourselves looking at each other as though they would be, indisputable need, in both of your eyes.

You almost didn’t hear when the photographer said you were ready to move on, the two of you already lost in your own reverie, or for better words, lost in each other. For the next pose, you got on the floor and lied on your back. Tom got on his knees in front of you before opening your legs and pushing your thighs back, opening you up completely for him and the cameras to see. You couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that you felt more focused on being spread out for Tom, rather than the cameras and the crew all around you.

You took a few pictures in that position, then the director asked you to hold your legs back instead of Tom. You did so, but couldn’t help but clench at the feeling of his hands sliding down your legs, his fingers lingering near your bare cunt to get a rise out of you. You looked up and almost whined at the way he was looking down at you, his gaze unwavering from your face making you feel as exposed as if he were looking further down at your wet opening.

The director nor the photographer told him to, but he couldn’t help it. Tom brought his hand back up to swipe two fingers through your slick before sliding them into you, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You faintly heard the director praising his improv but you were too entranced to really pay attention or make out the words.

Tom pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, crooking them to press against your spot, making you roll your hips involuntarily and gasp quietly. They took the pictures far too quickly for your liking but Tom being the tease he is, made sure to work you up as soon as possible before pulling his fingers out and slipping them in his mouth when no one was looking––or maybe people were looking, however you were too focused on him to notice or care. He kept his eyes on you while sucking his fingers, slowly and teasingly, only looking away when the assistant came over to give him a wipe to clean up.

The director announced that they’d take a five to ten minute break before filming and you and Tom made your way to the side after getting dressed again.

Tom leaned over to whisper in your ear after a few seconds of silence. “I almost wanna go to the dressing room and just take you there.”

You bit your lip and kept your head straight. “Keep it in your pants, Tom. Who’s eager now?” You asked, referring back to his teasing comment in the lobby, as if you weren’t just as needy, if not more than him.

He simply chuckled, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “You say that like I should be ashamed, love.” He tilted his head and looked at you––you could almost feel him scan your face teasingly. “I never said being eager was a bad thing, now did I?” You glanced over at him and he winked.

You put your tongue in your cheek and faced forward once more, pressing your thighs together. If you didn’t film this scene soon, you were going to explode.

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“Alright Y/N, Tom––” the director got your attention and told you you’d be starting now. The pit of nervous energy in your stomach had now turned to desire and you were more than ready to begin.

Mentally preparing yourself, you took a quick deep breath and “entered” the gym as written in the script. Tom was already inside and walked over to meet you. “Ah there you are. How are you, good?”

You nodded, giving him a cheerful smile and you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes as you did so. “Yeah! I’m ready to do some yoga.”

“Please––” He smiled back and gestured to the mat. “We’re going to do some basic stretches today, nothing too extreme but I will try my hardest to push you to your limit.”

You centered yourself on the mat and started stretching your arms out over your head. “Sounds intense.”

He came up behind you, letting his voice become a tad more suggestive. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing you can’t handle.” You hooked one arm over the other, extending it to the side and he placed one hand on your waist, the other on your forearm. “Here we go, just a little more.” He pulled your arm to the side, letting his fingers press into your waist as he breathed into your ear. “Good. Just like that.”

You took a deep breath, making sure to show the camera that you were flustered and nodded slightly.

“Now let’s do the other side.” You unhooked your arm and stretched the other side, Tom’s hands following your every move, guiding you sensually. “Next,” he slid his hands down your side, over your ass and along the backs and sides of your thighs. “Let’s stretch these muscles.” He placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward gently. “Reach for your toes, that’s it.”

You reached forward and gasped, as written, when he pushed your legs farther apart with his free hand. “Just a little wider, good girl.” He pressed himself into you and the camera panned down to show your shocked face, your expression exaggeratedly morphing from surprised to amused and cheeky.

“There we go.” He pulled you back into him by your hips and let out a breath as you moaned and bit your lip.

He took a step back and admired you, maybe lingering a little longer than necessary, before telling you to get on your knees. You did as he asked and sat back on your haunches, spreading your legs wider when he asked. He bent down so that his head was aligned with yours, and grasped your throat with one hand––the script didn’t specify on how he should straighten you up, but clearly he took advantage of his creative liberties there. He tightened his hold slightly and smirked, “Make sure your posture is straight, there you go.” He trailed his other hand down your torso, pulling you back to straighten you before reaching down between your thighs to cup your heat. “And spread those legs. You’re a natural at this, look at that.”

He rubbed you through your panties and you were worked up enough that you didn’t even need to fake the moans you let out. His voice was as light as a feather as he guided you, his other hand around your throat, tilting your head up to look at him. “Just roll your hips into my hand, mhm. Need to work those muscles just right.” He dipped his head down and moved his hand over to lick and bite at your neck, kissing and sucking at your sweet spot to hear the pretty sounds you make––he personally loved hearing them, but the viewers did too, often commenting on them under your videos.

After a couple of minutes, as instructed, Tom told you to flip over on your back. The video would have a cutscene here to the next part, so you simply took your leggings off and moved into the next position. Tom held your thighs up near your torso, “Feel the burn, love?” Love was most definitely not in the script, but he knew what effect it had on you, that tease.

You nodded and he leaned forward, letting out a quiet “good” before licking from your hole to your clit, keeping his eyes on you to watch your reaction––again, not in the script, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted you to feel good.

This director was kind, but he worked on many scenes each day and because of the time crunch, he often sped things up, meaning he wasn’t afraid to tell actresses to fake their climaxes to move things along. Tom tried to make his co-stars feel good and orgasm several times during the scenes, to make the experience more enjoyable, never wanting them to have to fake it when he didn’t. He always applied that “rule” but he felt an overwhelming urge to stick by it today since he was working with you. He wanted to make this enjoyable but above all memorable––it felt special.

He swiped his tongue all over your sex, licking your clit sloppily yet precisely, not afraid to slurp up your juices and suck on your bud loudly. He pushed his tongue past your entrance and smiled when you gasped and brought a hand between your legs to tug his hair and pull him closer––this all felt very familiar for the both of you and you could tell the both of you were thinking the same thing.

He pulled away for a bried second and slid a finger into your sex slowly, his lips forming a shocked and aroused o shape. “Definitely need to stretch this out.” He easily added another finger and was quick to put his mouth back on you, humming against your clit when your walls clenched around him. He pressed his digits against your spot once again and groaned when you tugged harder on his hair.

You could hear the sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your slick, could feel the drag of his fingers against your tight walls, the pressure of his fingertips against your spot--the combination of all of these things making your thoughts cloudy, your body hot and ready for release. Your hips were bucking into his mouth and fingers, back already arching and Tom could feel his bulge grow even more, the tight shorts only making it worse. The sight of you was enough to make him ache for more––he wanted to feel you, all of you.

He could feel your cunt tightening around his fingers, the pull familiar. He could tell you were close and made it his mission to make you tip over the edge before you had to move to the next position. He started pumping his fingers faster and sucked on your clit hard, sacrificing his perfect view of you and closing his eyes to fully focus on your pleasure. He swiped his tongue over your bundle of nerves, shaking his head from side to side and hummed and groaned against you as your breathing quickened, your moans getting sharper and breathier.

With a few more pumps, your walls were spasming around his fingers, your mouth dropped open as you let out an almost muted moan, your eyes rolled back. Though he was meant to pull away and flip you over, Tom couldn’t help himself, he knew you wanted more as well––he could read you like a book. He let go of your leg and let your thighs instinctively close around his head as he kept sucking at your clit and fucking you with his fingers. The sounds were filthy, but they were only immersing the two of you further into the scene.

It wasn’t in the script, but the passion and the chemistry between the two of you was undeniable and rarely seen on camera, the director couldn’t stop you, he didn’t want to. Tom worked you up to another orgasm, his fingers thrusting wildly yet precisely in your cunt as he stuck his tongue out and let you buck onto it. You came with a loud cry, your legs trembling around his head.

He pumped his fingers slowly a few more times and only pulled away when your legs fell back down. He opened his eyes and took you in, letting his gaze fall over your every feature as he sucked his fingers clean and you whined at the sight knowing that he wasn’t even making a show of it for the cameras, but for you––you could tell by the way he locked eyes with you before kissing your clit and trailing his lips up your body.

He hovered above you and kissed you fiercely, letting you taste yourself, the both of your hands desperately pushing his shorts off while your lips were connected. As soon as he kicked them off, he grabbed his cock and cursed, pumping his hand a couple times before swiping it through your folds and slipping it past your hole. He bottomed out in one go and the both of you moaned against each other, Tom taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth slowly and sensually, part of him doing so to make sure the camera could see, the other part just wanting to rile you up the best he could.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him impossibly closer, the both of you clinging onto each other as he started thrusting inside of you, the mix between your wetness, his spit and precum making it very loud and very arousing. He easily found a steady pace, his hips and thighs hitting the back of yours and your ass hard enough to make the fat jiggle.

You brought a hand up to pull his hair and he groaned, hitting that spot inside of you with a particularly hard thrust that had you letting out a mix between a gasp and a moan in surprise. You were both breathing heavily, physically and mentally wrapped up in one another.

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel any better, you felt a hand wrap around your throat once again, the pressure on the sides of your neck making your breath hitch. Tom sat up and leaned on his other hand, pinning you down in place as he fucked you harder, your back getting sweaty against the mat, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

His eyes were piercing yours, though your vision was getting hazy from the pleasure, your eyes threatening to flutter shut. He balanced himself and brought his other hand to rub at your clit quickly. You could barely process what was happening before your walls were tightening again, making him curse to himself as you trembled underneath him.

He fucked you through your high, fighting off his own to focus on you and give you everything you wanted. He pulled out slowly, his hands caressing your thighs before he eased you up and turned you over on your hands and knees, smoothing his palms and letting his fingers trail over your ass before he positioned himself behind you.

He slid his hand up your spine and pushed you down before slipping his cock back inside of you and bottoming out in one go, the both of you groaning at how wet you were. You felt even tighter in this position and he was hitting your spot just right.

You leaned your head on your forearms, letting your body push back into Tom’s and he growled, slamming his hips into you harder. His hands gripped your waist and your ass, “Fuck––Yeah fuck me back baby, that’s it. Stretch that pussy out on my cock.”

You moaned loudly and clenched around him from his words, not expecting them at all since the video was meant to be mainly silent for sexual parts. The thought that Tom was losing his cool and letting yours and his pleasure take over his actions, improvising and such because he was lost in the feeling of you, was enough for you to get even wetter. You bit your lip in concentration as you kept fucking yourself on his cock before sliding a hand down between your legs and rubbing at your clit––it was sloppy but it was getting the job done and the camera wasn’t focusing on it, so you didn’t dwell on it too much. Throughout this whole shoot, you couldn’t find it in yourself to really focus or even think about the cameras and the crew––all you could think about was Tom, and it felt as though he were doing everything in his power for that to be the case, not that you could complain.

He groaned, “God––You gonna cum baby?” He couldn’t care less if the dirty talk wasn’t in the script, he was too focused on you and if they really had a problem with it, they could cut it out––but by the way you were reacting to it, he could tell the director and the viewers wouldn’t mind it at all. You looked and sounded sexy and with Tom, you two were an unstoppable pair.

You nodded and whined out a response. “Mhm.”

He cursed and pulled you back against him harder, taking everything in him not to burst inside of you from the moans you were letting out with each thrust and the feeling of your wetness coating his member as it practically glided in and out of you. “Come on, cum all over my cock, love. Make a mess for me.”

You let out a desperate whine, losing yourself in the pleasure as well and going off script. “Please––please make me cum again. Fuck––I’m so close. Want you to cum in me.”

Tom groaned loudly and soon enough, he was pumping his load inside of you, shivering at the relief he felt and the overstimulation as he kept fucking you, your high coming crashing down on the both of you as you spasmed on the mat, your fourth orgasm hitting harder than the others. Your body felt like it was recharged and drained of energy all at once, your limbs sluggish but almost mechanically and rhythmically pushing you back against Tom to ride out your high.

He bottomed out one last time, hissing at the sensitivity as you jolted from the pleasure, before pulling out. He moved to the side but kept a hand on your ass as the camera came in close. His voice was quiet and gentle, clearly only meant for you as he spoke up, encouraging you. “You’ve got it, love, that’s it. Good girl.”

You pushed the cum out of your cunt, sighing as it dripped down to your clit and onto the floor. You shook your ass from side to side for the camera and smiled when you noticed how much it affected Tom. He made eye contact with you and grinned lazily, grabbing one of your ass cheeks and shaking it playfully, before slapping it loudly, making you yelp.

The director yelled cut, sending praises your way and the crew started cleaning everything up, and putting the equipment away, ready to move onto the next scene.

You flipped over onto your back and Tom laid down next to you and kissed your cheek, bringing a hand up to hold the other side of your face. There was a lot of commotion around the two of you, but as you looked into his eyes, all of that faded away. “You okay?”

You nodded with a smile, leaning into his touch as you found comfort in the warmth of his eyes, drowning out all the other people in the room. “Amazing.”

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Due to your different schedules, you and Tom couldn’t see each other after the scene but he made sure to FaceTime you to see how you felt and just to catch up once you’d both gotten home that night.

As soon as the call connected, you were met with a smiling Tom, the sight of him never failing to make you happy. “There she is.”

You smiled at the screen, taking in his tired eyes and fluffy hair––there’s no doubt he’d been running his hands through it. “Hi Tommy.”

“Hi lovie.”

You settled in your bed and got comfortable, asking the question you both had on your minds. “So was it everything you’d dreamed of?”

His smile widened. “Darling, dreams can’t even compare to how amazing you are in real life.”

You shook your head with a smile, wanting to calm your beating heart. “You mean the sex.”

“Nah, I mean you.” He winked. “But the sex was incredible as well.”

You both laughed and when it died down, he spoke up again, his eyes earnest. “How was it for you, really?”

“Tom, you made me feel so good that I forgot we were filming at times.” You smirked, “It was as you said, incredible.”

He bit his lip bashfully but clearly pleased. “That’s good.” He tilted his head. “So you would film with me again?”

You responded immediately, “Without a doubt.”

––❊––

Over the weekend, you decided to do some grocery shopping, your fridge and cupboards all too bare for your liking. You didn’t feel like going in the morning and you got sidetracked during the day so you ended up going in the late evening.

You got all the necessities, healthy foods along with your favorite snacks, a good balance of both. You were walking through the aisles aimlessly, in hopes of finding something––you were sure you were forgetting something but you couldn’t put a finger on it, when you ran into a familiar face.

“Darling–”

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat fluttered. “Tom–”

He looked you up and down, clearly enjoying what he was seeing. “Beautiful as ever, even while running errands, I see.”

You rolled your eyes to hide your flustered state. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He smiled. “Thanks, love.”

You chatted idly for a few minutes before Tom pulled you to the side by your waist, noticing someone trying to pass through with their cart behind you. Suddenly you were right up against each other, the proximity making your heart beat faster. He apologized for tugging you into him without warning, his voice soft and you shook your head as if to say it's okay, your mouth failing to work in sync with your thoughts, but he caught on.

Tom paused, seemingly contemplating his next words. “Would you...want to get dinner with me? Nothing crazy just, you know––” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “Or you may be busy, if so that’s fine.”

You paused, “I mean...I don’t really feel like going out to eat, but maybe we could make dinner... together?”

His eyes brightened, brows raising as he nodded almost immediately. “Sure––Um you could come over to mine if you’d like?”

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

He laughed sheepishly, “Right. Perfect.”

The two of you settled on pasta and through some negotiations, Tom agreed to let you buy half of the ingredients. Though it would have been faster if the two of you split up and met up afterwards, you decided to walk around the store together––it felt right.

Since you’d walked to the store, Tom drove you home to drop off your things and then to his apartment. He dropped down the top of his convertible, letting the soft breeze run through the car as the sun was setting. The orange tint hit against his skin perfectly and you couldn’t help but admire him and the way his brown curls turned almost golden.

Sensing your eyes on him, he glanced over at you for a moment. “Something wrong?”

You shook your head, “No you’re just…pretty.”

His lips quirked up immediately and he shook his head. He reached a hand over to squeeze your thigh and you slipped your hand into his as he locked eyes with you, the car now at a red light. “And you’re gorgeous.”

You looked away and told him to shut up, overwhelmed by the way he was looking at you and the gentle tone of his voice and he laughed.

When you arrived at the parking lot of his apartment complex, he made you stay put so he could open the door for you, jogging over to your side before you could get out, and extended his arm out, bowing playfully. “M’lady.”

You breathed out a laugh and took his hand to step out of the car. “I’m guessing you won’t let me carry the groceries?”

He made an offended face. “No, are you crazy?”

His lips quickly morphed into a smile but you could tell he was still being serious. You rolled your eyes despite the smile on your face, “Alright, let’s go.”

As soon as he opened the door you heard a patter against the hardwood floor, the sound getting nearer and louder until you saw a cute pitbull terrier running towards you and Tom.

He stepped into his apartment and set the bags down on the floor for a moment to close the door behind you and greet his dog. “Hi Tess! How are you buddy?”

You smiled watching him pet and praise his dog and he looked at you with a bright grin as Tessa ran over to you next, eager to say hello.

You bent down to her level and pet her sides and her head, smiling at her enthusiasm. “Hi Tessa, I’m Y/N—It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She licked your face and you laughed, tilting your head so she didn’t lick your mouth.

You turned to Tom who was already watching you fondly. “She’s even cuter in person. I didn’t even think that was possible.”

His eyes twinkled, the immediate thought in his head clear as day, Could say the same about you. He laughed and petted her belly. “Alright come on Tess,” he pulled her off of you slightly. “Let her breathe.”

You waved him off, still petting her. “Oh I don’t mind.”

“Yeah well,” He ran his hands through his hair sheepishly, “I want you all to myself.”

You laughed as the dog rested her head in your lap. “Well then I guess you’ve got some competition, Tommy.”

At that moment Tom found himself thinking how he wouldn’t mind if that were his only competition.

——

Eventually, Tessa calmed down, though you were sad to say goodbye, even if you were just standing up and going to the kitchen while she went to the living room––you already had a soft spot for her and Tom couldn’t stop his heart from swelling at the sight.

You helped Tom put his groceries away and it all felt very mundane and intimate, like a routine you wouldn’t mind getting accustomed to––shuffling around the kitchen in sync with occasional lingering sweet touches.

Soon, the two of you were chopping up ingredients and mixing them in with the pasta. You had been working on the sauce, almost ready to pour it in with the rest of the food when you noticed how Tom was mixing the food in the pan––it looked wrong to put it simply. He wasn’t even really mixing the ingredients or spreading the seasoning, just pushing them around in a big clump.

You stared at him silently for a few seconds and it seemed as though your disapproval was radiating off of you when he turned.

He looked at you innocently. “What?”

You paused and sighed before turning the heat under the sauce on low and moving closer to him.

“I can’t even explain how bad you’re doing this. Here––” You took the wooden spoon from him and shooed him away. You started mixing the ingredients correctly and he stood behind you to look over your shoulder, bringing a hand to your hip but you could sense his eyes weren’t on the food. Suddenly, the thought occurred to you that he was doing it wrong on purpose, but you couldn’t find it in you to be annoyed.

“Mm you’re right. It does look better when you do it.” He slid both his hands around you and let them roam your waist and stomach before pressing his lips to your shoulder and you took a deep breath, not wanting to let him fluster you.

“Tom.” He hummed in response. “Behave.”

He chuckled, trailing his lips up to your neck. “I am behaving. Making you feel good means I’m doing good.”

You laughed out his name and he sighed playfully. “Alright, alright.” He pecked your cheek before letting his hands rest at your waist. “I’ll be good.”

Tom didn’t keep his hands or his lips to himself but he did keep them over your clothes and in appropriate places so he technically did keep his word. Within no time, the food was ready and the table was set, with the two of you across from each other at the dinner table.

Tom served you first and then himself, before taking a few pastas on his fork and reaching over to you. “Open up.” You could see a familiar glint in his eyes but bit back a comment and leaned forward to eat the food, ignoring his lingering stare on your lips. The only word that came to mind to describe his voice was silk, as he spoke up. “There you go. How’s it taste, love?”

You chewed pensively, taking your sweet time to savor the taste and drag it out, making him smile knowingly at you. But you couldn’t deny it––”It’s really good. Try it.” You took your own fork to your plate and he sat up expectantly. You looked up at him deceivingly oblivious. “Why aren’t you eating?”

He looked at you, mocking offense. “You’re not going to feed me?”

You hummed before smiling sweetly at him. “Mm no, I’m good.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed and the sight made your heart soar. “Fair enough, love.”

Dinner went by smoothly and it wasn’t awkward at all––not that you were expecting it to, but it filled you with a sense of satisfaction and relief when there were no unpleasant silences or red flags that appeared suddenly. He really did seem perfect.

After you finished eating, you moved to his living room and cuddled up on the couch, Tessa joining the two of you immediately, relishing in the fact that she’d gotten double the attention and head pats she normally got.

You and Tom got lost in conversation, his hand running along your thigh mindlessly as you spoke, the solid eye contact showing you had his undivided attention. You fooled around a bit here and there, sure, but at the end of the day Tom was interested in and respected you above your body and it felt nice to be reminded of that.

You talked for hours and it’s only when he excused himself to the bathroom that you realized the time. You went to the kitchen to put your glass of water away when you heard him come back, easily finding you and making his way over.

“I had a really great time, Tom.” You smiled and looked at him when he placed his hands on your waist.

He licked his lips as he gazed over your features. “I’m glad. I did too.”

He leaned in for a kiss and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was gentle and slow. Your breathing quickly synced up with his as you pressed up against each other. After a while, you both pulled away, only keeping a few inches of distance between you while you held each other.

“You know,” You spoke up quietly, eyes raking over his face. “I should get home. It’s getting late.”

Tom pouted and held you tighter. “Do you really have to go?”

You smiled almost sympathetically, his puppy dog eyes really having an effect on you. “Yeah Tommy, I really should.”

He tilted his head, “Let me drive you home then.”

Your smile turned more playful, “Already called the uber.”

His pout only deepened, turning more into a frown. “Cancel it.”

You raised a brow, “And pay five dollars? No thanks.”

He raised his brows as well, a hopeful look in his eyes. “What if I give you five dollars?”

You laughed and shook your head, stepping out of his arms to get your things. “Nice try.”

He narrowed his eyes at your retreating figure, though you couldn’t see. “You like to see me suffer, don’t you?”

“Me taking an uber is you suffering?”

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and leaned his head over your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck and shamelessly breathing in your scent. “You refusing to let me take you home and give you a kiss goodnight is most definitely me suffering.”

You put your purse over your shoulder and let your hands trace over the veins in his arms, resting your head on top of his. “You can still give me a goodnight kiss. Just...outside your apartment.”

His voice was muffled but you could hear the pout just the same. “S’not the same.”

You stifled your laugh and waddled over to where your shoes were, Tom still wrapped around you. You looked over at him. “You gonna let me put my shoes on?”

He looked at you and sighed loudly, trying to hide the smile on his face while he got down on his knees to help you put your shoes on. You let him have this since he was being such a baby about not driving you home––an adorable baby, but still.

By the time the uber came, you were both outside waiting. Tom opened the door for you and made sure it was in fact your ride before giving you a kiss and helping you get in, mumbling complaints about how the kiss lacked the oomf he was looking for.

He looked at you earnestly once you settled in, placing a hand on your cheek. “Get home safe, okay? Text me when you get there.”

You pursed your lips to prevent yourself from joking about his behavior and nodded. “I will, Tommy.” You leaned into his touch and squeezed his hand. “See you.”

He paused and bent down to pull you in for another, much more enticing kiss that had you leaning up for more, but just as he was about to slip his tongue into the mix, he remembered where you were. He pulled away slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek softly. “Goodnight.”

Your voice was small, eyes wide. “Night.”

He smirked and pinched your cheek lightly before stepping back and shutting the door. He stayed on the sidewalk until you drove off, only going up to his apartment when you reached the end of the block.

You were honestly daydreaming until the driver spoke up, knocking you out of it.

“You guys look cute together.”

A smile made its way onto your face before you knew it. “Thank you.”

––❊––

A week later when Tom invited you over to watch a film, you thought you were going to watch a movie––and rightfully so. With Tom, it always took the two of you some time to figure out what you wanted to watch––so you could imagine your surprise when he led you to his room, saying he set everything up already.

He smirked. “Trust me, darling.” He squeezed your hand as you got closer to his room. “You’ll like this one.” His tone was soft but teasing and your brows furrowed in confusion...until you stepped into his room and noticed what was on his tv, ready to play.

He pulled you closer and stood behind you. “This came out last night.” It was the video you’d shot with him last month. “Wanted to watch it.” He kissed your neck, whispering into your skin. “More than anything, honestly.” His hands squeezed your waist before sliding under your shirt. “But I knew it’d be much,” he kissed higher and higher, “much,” he licked your earlobe and bit it softly, “better if we watched it together.” He licked his lips, holding you tight as he tilted his head to look at you over your shoulder. “Don’t you think?”

You bit your lip, your eyes focusing on the cover picture for the video––one of his hands on your ass, the other wrapped around your waist, his cock inside of you. You remember the stretch, the fire you felt inside of you just from the intensity in his gaze as he looked up at you.

You nodded, “Yeah I––I want to.”

He smiled. “Good.” He kissed your cheek, his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get this off, yeah?” He pulled the shirt off of you and let it fall to the floor then undid your bra before sliding it down your arms and letting it fall beside your shirt. He kissed his way down your spine as he bent down, his hands reaching for your pants and underwear at the same time. He pulled them both down slowly, letting his lips trail after his hands, each kiss sending you further into a frenzy.

Once you stepped out of them he let his hands slide back up your body as he stood up. He kissed your shoulder then turned you around, stopping your hands when you tried to reach for his shirt. When you looked at him with a confused pout, he smiled and gave you a sweet kiss, his thumbs rubbing the back of your hands as he held them.

“I’m gonna stay dressed for a little bit, okay?”

You tilted your head, only more confused. “Why?”

He licked his lips, looking at you earnestly. “Do you trust me?” You nodded immediately and he felt something warm burst in his chest. He pulled you towards the bed. “Come.”

He got onto the bed in the middle and turned you around so that you were lying between his legs, pressing play on the remote. He spoke softly as you settled in. “We’re going to watch our video together and I’m going to touch you the entire time, okay?” You felt your breath hitch, almost as if you were no longer in control of your body as you nodded. “But if you look away from the screen,” he started, letting his hands trail along your body, wherever he could reach, “I stop.”

He tilted his head to look at you, “What do you say, hm?” His touch was gentle, barely there, but it sent a rush down your body, already working you up.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Okay.”

Tom’s hands trailed along your sides gently as the video played, only letting them wander when the video got steamier, his hands pulling you back against his crotch on the screen. A strong wave of heat spread through your body, the desperation and want climbing to the surface with every touch. You started to squirm, your breath getting heavier, nipples harder with each passing second.

Your eyes were focused on the screen, but your mind was elsewhere, distracted by the feeling of Tom’s fingertips grazing over your pebbled nipples, along your torso, the sides of your legs. Your thighs started rubbing together on their own, your body aching to relieve some tension but Tom was quick to notice and spread your legs with his hands.

“No, you don’t get to touch yet, baby.” You whined quietly and he shushed you. “Be a good girl.” He cooed. “Know you want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

You nodded, already slipping into your submissive headspace. “Your good girl.”

He kissed your cheek in silent praise, trailing his kisses down to your neck. The kisses were long, hypnotic, sensual and they weren’t doing anything to help you keep your head on straight.

When you moaned softly and tilted your head back to give him more access, he tutted, bringing a hand up from your thigh to hold under your jaw. He pulled your head back up, his mouth grazing your ear. “Keep your eyes on the screen, darling.”

You watched as he spread you open and devoured you on the screen, stretching you out with his fingers––you remember how full you felt from just his fingers, and then from his cock and the thought was enough to have you clenching desperately around nothing, your hips bucking aimlessly in the air as Tom teased you. He bit your neck gently and put your legs over his own, spreading you wide open for him yet again, the combination of those actions making you whine desperately.

Slowly, he inched his hand down and grazed his fingers over your cunt, humming amusedly, when you raised your hips subconsciously. You were already aching for him to touch you, to fill you up and he was having the time of his life teasing you. But you could tell what refusing you was doing to him, you could feel his hardness against your back––he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

He spent five minutes just teasing you, meanwhile on the screen you’d just reached your first orgasm and you found yourself envious of the you in the video. You rolled your hips, your cunt grazing his fingertips. “Please Tommy.” You licked your lips and turned your head, forcing him to pull away from your neck and look at you. “Need you to touch me.”

He smirked letting his lower hand move to your inner thigh, the pads of his fingers caressing the sensitive skin. “I am touching you, darling.”

You brought one hand up behind your head to grab his hair, the other gripping his hand on your thigh. Your voice was the embodiment of desperation and unfiltered thirst as you spoke up over the sounds of your second orgasm in the video. “Please––” You placed his hand on your throbbing cunt and sighed even from the slightest pressure. “Touch me here.”

Tom’s cocky essence faltered for a moment, his pupils dilating, breath heavying––but it was quick to return as he rubbed your pussy with all of his fingers sloppily, spreading the mess. “Oh is this what you wanted? Hm?” You could feel the vibrations of his voice from his chest against your back as he purred into your ear, one of his fingers slipping past your velvet walls. You moaned breathlessly, the relief you felt evident in the way your body sunk into him. “Always such a desperate girl for me, aren’t you?” He slipped another finger in and chuckled at the way you moaned for him. “Yeah,” he cooed, “always so needy. Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you.”

He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as his tongue toyed with your own. The kiss was sloppy but passionate, making you buck your hips onto his fingers. When he pulled away from the kiss, he let his gaze trail down to your plump, wet lips, feeling his own quirk up when you tried to lean in for more.

“Eyes back on the screen, love.”

Knowing he’d only tease you more and possibly drag this out longer than intended, you decided against defying him and turned your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from whining.

He nuzzled back into your neck, “Good girl.” He picked up the pace of his fingers, pumping them into you at an angle, pressing them against your sweet spot. His palm pressed against your clit and you jolted, leaning further into his touch. He thrust his fingers into you as far as they could go, moaning against your neck when you mewled, letting his palm rub against your bundle of nerves.

He held you against him with one arm around your middle to prevent you from squirming away, his thighs spread out completely to keep you wide open for him as you panted and writhed, your eyes barely open as you watched yourself near your third orgasm, your body almost reminding you of what it felt like, the white hot pleasure spreading from your core to the rest of your limbs. You were so close you could feel it, your mind and body preparing for it.

Tom licked a stripe up your neck, biting down and sucking hard, his fingers moving with more purpose inside of you. “Can tell you need release, love.” His voice was quiet, practically slurred as he dragged his slick lips over your skin, only igniting the flame inside of you further. “This cunt is sucking me in, begging to cum.”

Through almost slitted eyes you could see your legs starting to tremble on the screen, sweet moans and gasps escaping your lips. Tom’s voice was in your ear, lulling you, hypnotizing you as you climbed closer and closer towards your peak. “Cum for me baby, give it to me.” At his command, it was as if your body flipped a switch, the dam finally breaking. Your legs twitched and he made sure to keep them apart with his own, fucking his fingers into you harder as your mouth dropped open, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a broken moan. Your hips were almost violently bucking into his hand, your breaths heavy but short and unsteady as you buried your head further into his shoulder, your body not sure how to handle the pleasure.

As your high washed over you, he slipped his fingers out. He rubbed your clit as he did before, spreading your wetness all over your mound as the aftershocks hit you. “That’s it,” he cooed. “There we go. Is that better, lovie?” His voice was so sweet, despite the dash of condescension sprinkled in it––it only made you want him more.

He swiped his fingers through your folds for good measure and brought them up to your lips, a small sigh escaping him when they parted immediately for him. You sucked his fingers eagerly, bucking your head as he thrusted them in and out slowly.

After watching you in awe until he couldn’t take it anymore, without warning, he took his fingers out and put them back on your cunt, pressing his lips against yours, muffling your moans. “Let me have a taste, don’t be greedy, darling.” He practically shoved his tongue into your mouth, eager to taste you any way he could. Both of your lips were plump and shiny in spit and your slick––you felt filthy in the best way.

The video was still playing and you could hear the sounds of Tom fucking you, his cock covered in your slick, you remembered it clear as day and could picture it without even looking. You moaned wantonly, “Need your cock, Tommy. Please.”

He smirked against your lips and bit your bottom one teasingly before pulling away, “What,” he thrusted his fingers back into you without warning, making you moan even louder. “This greedy pussy need more? You wanna be filled with my cock? My fingers weren’t enough?”

You looked at him pleadingly, your eyes glassy with lust and he kissed you once again, knocking the breath out of you. “I’ll give you what you need, darling. Don’t you worry.” He helped you off of him and hastily took his clothes off, chuckling when your hands came to help him discard everything, the desperation clear in your actions.

Once he was fully undressed, he sat back against the headboard and ushered you onto his lap, his hands easily finding your waist as you settled on top of him. He looked up at you fondly, the lust clear as day in his eyes as he grabbed his member with one hand, raising you up with the other. “You ready, lovie?”

You nodded and he smiled, before slowly sinking his cock into you, the both of you moaning at the tight fit, the mess between your thighs making him glide into you smoothly. You rested your forehead against his until he bottomed out. Both of his hands came to grab at your ass, spreading the cheeks apart and pushing them together as you eased yourself up and down his cock.

“God––just like that baby. Take my cock so well.”

You whined in response and centered yourself before finding a solid pace, the both of you locking eyes with each other. “Fuck––” you grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself. “You feel so––good, Tommy.”

He cursed, bucking his hips into you. “Yeah, my cock fills you up nice and good, hm?”

You nodded your head and let it tilt back, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the pleasure. Your thighs were slapping against his, your moans choppy, cut off with every thrust. The pit in your stomach was expanding with every bounce, every slap of Tom’s hands against your cheeks.

He started thrusting up into you harder and faster, his hands now gripping your waist and practically fucking you onto his cock himself. You lifted your head and with one look at you, Tom could tell you needed more. He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. “I’ve got you baby.”

He planted his feet on the bed and started thrusting wildly, much quicker than before and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth falling open in shock at how good you felt. “F–Fuck!––”

His hands slid along your back, holding you in place as he grunted and moaned in your ear. “Feel so fucking good, angel. So tight.” The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was deafening and you could feel your peak coming closer and closer with each thrust.

His hand came down against your skin and you clenched around him, making him groan loudly. “Gonna cum inside this tight pussy baby, oh fuck––Cum with me baby come on, drench my cock so I can fill you up.”

Your high hit you hard, your body trembling on top of him as you gasped and writhed in his hold, your walls tightening around his cock, his hips thrusting hard until he peaked as well, coating your insides. He slid his hands down to your ass and grabbed it, bucking his hips a few more times slowly to drag out your pleasure.

You stayed like that for a while, his hands roaming and caressing your back as you caught your breath. Your bodies were spent, but your minds were soothed. He kissed your shoulder and eased your head up to look in your eyes with a small smile. “Feel okay?”

You bit your lip, smiling as you nodded, your eyes wanting to shut, even more so when he brought a hand up to hold your face.

“Would you like to stay over?” He ran a thumb over your cheek and you leaned into his touch, soothed by the gesture––it’s as if he knew you needed something as small as that to convince you to stay.

You smiled, “I mean, if you’ll have me.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Can’t imagine a world where I wouldn’t, love.”

––❊––

You started going over to Tom’s house more often, joking that it was mainly to see Tessa, but you both knew the truth. Your relationship blossomed, and though you didn’t put a label on it…yet, you were happy, you both were.

The two of you were cuddled up in his bed, having spent the day together. You’d both just woken up from your nap, you were both kind of tired and thought, why not?

“So I was thinking...” Tom started, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, under your shirt as he looked at you.

“Oh boy,” You teased.

He pinched your side playfully, scrunching up his face in protest, “Hey!”

You laughed, “I’m kidding.” You brought your hand down to hold his. “Go on.”

“Anyway, as I was saying.” He said sassily. “Since the viewers seemed to really like seeing us work together,” He focused on your hands, too nervous to look in your eyes all of a sudden. “And since we’re obviously a good pair together, I was wondering…if you maybe wanted to film something with me?” He looked up at you and you could see the hesitance in his gaze, the vulnerability. “Like just us and the camera at my place?”

You paused and stopped breathing for a moment––sure you’d filmed a scene with him before and the viewers got to see a bit of your chemistry already, but if it was a personal video that you were making, basically a sex tape, it felt much more intimate, like letting people in on a private part of your life.

When you took a bit to respond, Tom spoke up. “You don’t have to I just––”

“I want to.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes earnestly, softening when you noticed a smile stretch onto his face. “I’d love to.”

“Yeah?” His voice was small but cheerful, full of adoration as he watched you nod and smile up at him. He leaned down to kiss you and you eagerly responded, bringing a hand up to tug at his curls, loving the groan he let out between your lips. Without disconnecting from the kiss, he moved over, placing himself in between your legs and pressing himself down onto you, reveling in the soft gasp that escaped you.

“Did you mean–” You started, between kisses. “Right now?”

His lips curved into a smile as he continued kissing you. “No,” his hand squeezed your side playfully as he pulled away to look down at you, a cheeky glint in his eyes. “But we could always practice, yeah?”

You licked your lips which definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I guess you’re right.”

He scrunched his nose adorably, contrasting wildly with the enticing feeling of his hand sliding along the side of your thigh, up the curve of your ass. “Nonsense, darling. I’m always right.” Before you could respond, he pressed his lips back to yours and lifted one of your legs towards him––you got the message and wrapped both around his waist as he started grinding onto you.

As you got lost in the feeling of him you couldn’t help but think, maybe so.

––❊––

Even though the last time you worked with Sebastian he said you’d “definitely do this again”, part of you honestly thought he was just saying that. So when you got a message from him, saying that he had a video he wanted to shoot with you at the end of the week, you were surprised but most importantly excited. And when he told you that there wasn’t a detailed script for it, you were more excited than before.

Sebastian was known for improvising during his videos to make everything feel more natural, to get real reactions from the people he was working with and to get really immersed into the scene, and you’d gotten a little taste of that last time. But he was also known for being a notoriously good dirty talker, the cheesy scripts never having lines even close to being as good as the ones he improvised.

The comments under his videos were always praising his dirty talk, along with his skill, and for good reason. You’d find yourself coming from his words alone when you watched his videos and the thought that you’d get to be on the receiving end of them was enough to send your mind into overdrive.

You’d be filming in one of the sets at work today, in one of the fake bedrooms since there was no actual plot behind the scene, just passionate sex––Sebastian’s words.

When you walked in Sebastian perked up immediately, coming over to greet you. “Hi doll,” he hugged you with a big smile, his eyes quickly glancing down to your exposed collarbone to your eyes as he licked his lips. The scene would be starting with the both of you making out on the bed, already naked, so the both of you were just in your robes, ready to go.

You smiled back. “Hi Seb.” He’d insisted you call him that since you’d been talking now and then since the last time you’d worked and you were glad to see his brows raise slightly at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips, clearly pleased.

He bit his lip through his smile, “You nervous?”

You shrugged sheepishly, “Maybe a little.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed slightly. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” He took your hand gently. “I’ve got you, remember? I’ll take good care of you, you know that.”

You bit your lip and nodded, a glint in your eyes. “I do.”

His eyes darkened ever so slightly and he ushered you towards the bed.

This was a more laid back and intimate shoot so there were only a few people in the room besides you and Seb, one cameraman, another in charge of lighting and the director, but when he looked at you, you were quick to forget where you were and that anyone else was even in the room with you.

You barely heard when the director said action, all your senses too focused on the man hovering above you as he leaned down to kiss you, but not before giving you a sly wink. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, grinding his bare lower half into yours as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer.

You could feel him getting harder as he grinded onto you and you sighed, bucking your hips to meet his as he licked into your mouth languidly, wanting you to feel every single thing he was doing to you. One of his hands came up to tilt your jaw up as he kissed you deeply, his tongue eagerly and sensually toying with yours before he sucked on it and closed his lips around yours, swallowing your moans.

He kept at it, teasing you with his mouth and his cock until he could feel your wetness sliding along his thick member and until you were panting into the kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his mouth dropped open as he stared at you with lust coating his gaze. He leaned in for another, wet, passionate kiss, before kissing your cheek and along your jaw to nibble on your earlobe teasingly. His breath was hot and sending tingles down your body as he spoke.

“I’ve been dying to eat your pretty pussy again.” He licked along the shell of your ear and sucked on the lobe before pulling away to get a good look at you, his blue eyes practically hypnotizing you. “Would you like that darlin’?” He slid his hand down your neck, and trailed it down your body, pushing your thigh open to rest his hand between your legs and tap on your clit, smiling when you bucked into him. “Would you like having my mouth back on you? My tongue fucking you?”

You bit your lip to stop the moan from escaping but Sebastian caught on and brought his hand back up to tug your lip free, licking his own as he watched you. “Just say the word pretty girl, and I’m all yours.”

“Please––”

He smirked, looking at you innocently, eyes wide. “Please what?”

You mustered the most seductive look you could and batted your lashes at him, a small pout on your luscious lips. “Please eat my pussy. Pretty please.”

He clenched his jaw and passed his tongue under his top teeth, eyes watching you like you were his prey. “Good girl.” He made his way down, keeping his eyes on yours as he kissed along your legs, his hands gliding along your soft skin. As soon as he was in position, he wasted no time, diving into you tongue first, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips that immediately had your back arching. He hummed, amused and clearly turned on as he began grinding into the mattress slightly, one hand coming up to press down on your stomach, the other pushing your thigh back as he made out with your pussy.

He was clearly enjoying himself as much as you, groaning and moaning into you, occasionally closing his eyes to just feel you out with his tongue, his hand gripping your thigh tight. But when he noticed both of your hands gripping at the sheets, knowing you didn’t want to pull his hair too hard, he took them in his own and held them down on either side of you, his eyes practically pinning you in place as he looked up at you cheekily.

It didn’t take long for you to feel that familiar bubble growing in the pit of your stomach with Sebastian being an expert at his craft. He was observant and you could tell that he’d picked up on what you’d liked the last time you’d worked together, even though it was weeks ago, he’d stored that information for later and it was clearly paying off. He was licking and touching all the right spots and within no time, you were coming on his tongue and he was eagerly lapping up your wetness, making a mess between your thighs.

Your back arched, your stomach quivering from the pleasure as your eyes fluttered shut. You cursed into the hot air of the room, your voice shaky, the only other sound being the shameless slurping and groaning between your legs. You opened your eyes to find Sebasian already looking at you, and you could tell he wasn’t satisfied enough.

Without giving you a moment to collect yourself, Sebastian got up on his knees and bent your legs back, spreading you wide open for him, his eyes narrowed in on your pulsing pussy. He’d told you beforehand that he was planning on making you cum over and over again and you could tell he wasn’t one to go back on his word.

“Still taste fucking delicious.” He practically growled and licked his lips before sucking on his tongue and spitting on your cunt, his eyes shooting up to yours when you gasped lightly. You felt it trickle down your slit and moaned before a yelp escaped your lips when he leaned down and spread his spit around with his tongue quickly, your body shivering under him, still sensitive from your high.

His hands were keeping your thighs spread apart, folding you in half, but the burn was only fueling your lust. His tongue was moving fast but precisely, knowing exactly what to do to keep that rush of pleasure throughout your body. “Play with your tits baby.” You whined in response and brought your hands up to squeeze your breasts and tug and tease your nipples. “That’s it, just like that. Wanna make you cum again, okay?” You nodded desperately and he smiled, leaning back in to please you with his mouth.

Between the way he was looking up at you, getting riled up just from touching you, the way his tongue and lips felt around your clit and the way your fingertips were grazing your pebbled nipples, it was all too much. You let out a string of sharp moans, your breath getting quicker and quicker by the second as your thighs strained under Sebastian’s hands. Your legs were trembling but he didn’t let up until you came with a cry, your hands desperately squeezing your breasts as your mouth dropped open.

He didn’t pull away until your hand came down to half-heartedly push him away, too overwhelmed. You felt his lips curve into a smile as he trailed his way up your body to kiss your lips which you eagerly accepted, your hands coming up to tug his hair, making him groan temptingly into your mouth.

You reached down to wrap your hand around him to help him relieve himself, knowing he was probably aching for a release and he groaned and pulled away to look down at your hand. “Shit–” He clenched his jaw, visibly trying to control himself before grabbing your wrist gently but firmly, looking up at you with a playfully stern look. “Not today, sweetheart.”

You pouted, completely enchanted in your little bubble with him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

He smiled and brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “You will baby, I promise. You’ll make me feel so good.” He gave you a quick kiss and turned you over on all fours. His hands slid over your ass before he slapped one of your cheeks fondly, the sound echoing in the room as you mewled. “But I’m gonna stretch you out for me first, okay?”

You nodded, but he tutted, slapping your ass again, this time as a warning. “Words baby, come on.”

“Okay.” You turned to see the pleased smile on his face.

“Good girl.” He cooed, sliding a hand along your spine to push your arch further before grabbing your ass with both hands and spreading them to see your wet lips. “God look at you,” he spanked you again lightly, enticed by the way your ass jiggled under his palm. “So fucking pretty.” You whined from his words and almost lurched forward from the feeling of his tongue back on you, but his hands were quick to hold your thighs and keep you from jumping away.

He moaned and sunk further into you, his fingertips pressing into your skin. You buried your face into the sheets and whimpered. “I thought you––fuck–”

You felt him panting against your heat when he pulled away to answer you. “I know baby, I know. I’m gonna fuck you I promise, your pussy’s just drooling for me, sweetheart, begging for me to lick it again.” He breathed out, “Just let me get one more taste and I promise I’ll get you ready for my cock, okay?”

You nodded and let out a quiet “okay” and he dove back in, licking a torturously long stripe up your slit before sucking on your clit harshly and pulling away with a loud smack. He slid a finger in and cursed at how wet you felt inside, “Can’t even imagine how much you’re gonna wet my cock baby girl.” You gripped the sheets desperately, this close to drooling on them when he slid a second finger in and curled it, making you moan loudly.

“Mm,” he laughed enticingly, “that’s the spot isn’t it? Yeah, that’s it. That feel good?” You nodded desperately, bucking into his touch and he bit his lip, cooing down at you. “Yeah I know it does baby, can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

He brought his thumb down to your clit, holding you still when you jolted. “Need you to cum on my fingers okay? Then I can fill you up with my cock the way you need.” He pressed his lips to your ass, biting it cheekily and you could feel his eyes on you as you squirmed underneath him.

Soon enough, you were panting and moaning, your body trembling as you came, his fingers and words encouraging you through your high and making your eyes roll back. “There you go, make a mess on my fingers––so good for me.”

He slid his fingers out of you and you whined when you looked back to see him cleaning them with his tongue, sucking your wetness off, he really was drunk on your taste. He pulled you up and gave you a wet kiss, letting you taste yourself. You were both moaning into each other, Sebastian’s hands roaming all over your body, one hand grabbing your ass, the other gripping your waist as he moved the both of you around.

Within no time, he was sitting against the headboard, his hands pulling you over his hips as he looked up at you with hunger in his gaze. “This cock is yours baby, take it.”

You swallowed a whimper and grabbed his member, swiping it between your folds, making him buck into you slightly and hiss. “Fuck, don’t tease me baby, please.” His hands gripped your waist. “Put me inside, come on.” You smiled and put the tip in before sliding down slowly, the both of you moaning out loud.

“Your little pussy feels so tight––so good around my cock, gorgeous, fuck.”

“Think you can take it deeper princess?” You slid down further on his cock and he groaned, his hands digging into your ass before one of his arms slid around your waist to hold you close. “That’s it, take my cock baby, such a good girl––”

You bounced up and down slowly to get used to the stretch and Sebastian’s eyes were trained on you, entranced by how you looked bouncing on him. “Look so fucking good, doll. Feel amazing too.” He leaned forward and left kisses on your chest, before swirling his tongue around your nipple and sucking, making you cry out, one of your hands digging into his shoulder, the other grabbing his hair, making him moan around you sinfully.

When your pace started to falter, he quickly took over. He bent his knees and started to pound into you from underneath and you gasped, trying to bury your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by the force and speed behind his thrusts but he brought his hand up to grab your throat and pull you up, his hips never ceasing.

“Look at me baby, look at me while you take that cock.”

Your brows were furrowed as you looked at him, your eyes aching to flutter shut but also mesmerized by the sight in front of you. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was loud and hypnotizing, his pace never faltering and repeatedly hitting your special spot.

His eyes never drifted from your face, gaze flitting from your eyes to your lips occasionally before he’d pull you in for a reeling kiss. After a couple minutes you could feel yourself getting close again, your third orgasm needing a bit more effort to reach. You were pushing your hips back to meet Sebastian’s thrusts, the ache in your stomach almost unbearable, the pressure needing to snap soon.

He could tell you were getting desperate and luckily enough, he was getting close as well. “You wanna feel me drip inside of you baby, want me to fill you up with my cum?” You whined and he cursed at the sound and the feeling of you clenching around him from his words. “Can tell you’re close––Cum with me baby, wanna feel you cum around my cock while I fill you up.”

He brought his hand back down to your ass and let you lean forward to kiss and bite at his neck. You slid your hand down your body to rub at your clit but he was quick to move your hand away, his voice gruff and hot in your ear. “Ah ah, that’s my job baby, you know that. You just stay there and feel good, okay?”

You moaned loudly in his ear and he chuckled, rubbing your clit furiously as you both bucked into each other desperately. “Yes fuck me back baby, squeeze me with that tight little pussy, yes yes––”

You tensed above him as your mouth dropped open, your legs trembling around him and he kept thrusting into you as he came as well with a loud groan. “Fuuuck––” He thrusted a few more times, letting the both of your releases slide down his cock before he fucked them back into you, making you whine.

His hands came down to grab your ass again and he spread your cheeks, letting his cock slide in and out of you a few times for the camera before the director said cut. She praised you guys and the crew started wrapping everything up, letting you and Sebastian cool off together, seeing you were in your own little world.

You both sat up, still connected and smiled at each other. Sebastian’s hands trailed over your back soothingly as his eyes glinted up at you. “How you feelin’ doll?” He licked his lips, clearly knowing the answer, but you indulged him.

You let your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck and smiled when his eyes fluttered shut for a second, his head leaning further into your touch. “Really good. Amazing, honestly.” You tilted your head teasingly, “You really know how to treat a girl, huh?”

His cheeks turned a subtle shade of pink as he laughed sheepishly. “I try.” It was honestly charming that despite his reputation, he was still humble and flustered from compliments. “That was probably one of the best shoots I’ve ever done, honestly.”

You raised your brows, surprised and flattered. “Really?”

He bit his lip and nodded. “Really.” He squeezed your waist playfully, “I should thank you for working with me again, I hope I made it worth your while.”

You clenched around him teasingly and he gasped softly, “I think I should be the one thanking you.”

He hummed, “Well then we’re both thankful for each other then, how’s that?”

You nodded with a smile, “Okay.”

He leaned in for a quick kiss that may have turned into a few more pecks, just as a way of wrapping up the scene and comforting each other while you calmed down, your hands holding and caressing each other softly. But soon, you were both cleaned up, back in your robes and Sebastian was walking you to your dressing room.

When you reached it, the both of you stopped and sighed. “Alright,” he placed a hand on your waist and gave you a friendly kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you doll. Get home safe, okay?”

“I will,” you smiled. “Bye Seb.” With that, he winked and was on his way and you made your way into your dressing room, shocked to find a familiar face on your couch, prompting a very familiar feeling to burst in your chest.

“Tom––”

He sat there, legs spread, his phone in his hand as he stared up at you with a smile, his eyes quickly flitting from Sebastian’s retreating figure to you. “Darling.”

You closed the door and walked into his open arms as he sat up, setting his phone aside and motioning for you to come over. He slid his arms around your waist and you placed your hands on his shoulders as you looked down at him. “What are you doing here?”

He pretended to be offended, his mouth dropping open. “Are you not happy to see me?”

You shook your head with a smile, “That’s not what I said.”

His mouth closed into a fond smile, his eyes twinkling as he looked up at you, resting his chin on your stomach. “I just wanted to see you.” You could see his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink as his eyes widened slightly. You’d told him about the scene you’d be filming today and he couldn’t help but stop by. “If that’s okay? I guess I should have asked before showing up like this. I’m s––”

You laughed, the pretty sound making him trail off as he stared at you almost in awe. You brought a hand up to his cheek and looked down at him warmly. “It’s okay Tommy. It was a nice surprise.”

He raised his brows hopefully, “Yeah?”

You nodded, looking into his eyes. “Yeah.” You snapped out of your daze and tried to get out of his hold but he held you tighter, making you roll your eyes playfully. “Tom, I have to shower and get dressed.”

He buried his cheek in your stomach in response. “Don’t wanna let go.” His words were muffled against your robe. “You’re comfy.” Your hand came around to scratch at his scalp and he groaned, the vibrations strong against your stomach as he closed his eyes. “That’s definitely not helping you here.”

You looked up at the ceiling, more amused than exasperated. “Do you want to join me in the sh––”

He got up before you could finish your sentence. “Yes.” He took your hand with a cheeky smile and led you to the shower in your dressing room, stripping his clothes off while you untied your robe.

He turned the knob in the shower and you took the liberty of letting your eyes trace along the veins of his arms as he stretched, then the muscles in his back, and the curves of his ass, finding yourself getting distracted rather easily, so much so that you didn’t notice him talking to you at first until he waved his hand, with a cheeky smile on his face.

“You okay there? You seem a little distracted.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked into his eyes. “Mhm no I’m––I’m good.”

He laughed, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his head, no doubt to flex and get you more flustered. He licked his lips and hummed. “Well, come here.” You stepped forward embarrassingly quickly and he slipped his hands down to hold your waist gently as he leaned forward, letting his lips just about graze yours. You tilted your head and were about to close the distance between you when he swerved his head to whisper in your ear. “Let me know if the water’s good for you.”

You could feel him holding back his laughter and huffed out a breath as you shoved him aside, making him yelp before he cackled softly behind you. You leaned forward and put your hand under the water before retracting it almost immediately with a soft gasp.

You turned back to look at Tom, unsurprised to see his eyes flitting upwards from your lower half, wide half from concern and from being caught. “What––what’s wrong?”

“Tom, this is freezing.”

His head jerked back slightly as he looked at you, offended. “Wha––No it’s not, that’s a completely normal temperature.”

You shook your head, “No, it most definitely is not. Do you seriously shower in this?”

He nodded. “Every day, thank you very much.”

You turned back around to make it warmer, “Well this just won’t do.” You turned the knob a good amount and felt the water, adjusting it until you were satisfied. “There, that’s better.”

You looked back to see Tom staring at you incredulously. “There’s no way I’m getting in that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Love, there’s steam coming from it! Are you trying to cook us alive?”

You rolled your eyes, “Drama queen.” You sighed and went back to the knob, making a face to yourself when you realized there actually was steam coming from the water. You turned it as cold as you could handle, somewhere in the middle and stepped out of the way for Tom to test it. “This is the best compromise I can make.” You lifted your head, “Otherwise we can’t shower together.”

He pouted but tested the water, “Alright. I can deal with this.” He gave you a cheeky smile as he stepped closer to you. “For you.” He pressed his lips to your cheek and let you step in first, giving your ass a squeeze as you walked by him.

You took your time cleaning up, the both of you touching each other gently and soothingly as the water fell down on the two of you.

Tom spread the soap on your body for you, his hands lathering your chest, down to your stomach, then your arms, his eyes never leaving your face. He turned you around and spread the soap along your back, before one hand rested on your waist, the other reaching around you to slide it up your torso to your neck. His chest was pressed up against your back and you gasped quietly when he squeezed your throat ever so slightly, pressing his lips against your jaw and letting his hand trail back down and fall to his side briefly.

He stepped back and slid his hands down your back, bending down to let his hands fall over your ass, massaging them gently and generously before he lathered your legs as well.

When he stood back up, his hands followed, gliding up your curves tenderly, familiarly. “This okay?” You turned your head over your shoulder to find his lips mere inches away from yours and your eyes immediately drifted to them, your breath suddenly heavier.

You nodded, “More than okay.” You turned around and placed your hands on his chest, stepping closer to him. “But you know, you need some too.” You pressed your chest against his and he took a sharp inhale, his hands gripping your waist as best he could. You raised one leg, wrapping it around his waist and his hand was quick to glide along your leg to hold behind your knee and squeeze your thigh slightly, making sure you stayed steady.

You pressed your lips against his finally and he moaned quietly into your mouth, his lips moving gently against yours as one of his hands reached down to grab your ass cheekily and pull you impossibly closer. The two of you got lost in each other for a moment but you pulled away to catch your breath after a few minutes.

Tom took the soap and put some in your hands, winking after he put it back in it’s spot. “Don’t forget my back, darling.” He turned around and you smiled to yourself before rubbing it along his shoulders, into his skin, taking your time to feel him up as he did to you. You lathered him up, your fingers pressing into his ass generously, making him smirk to himself––people did tend to take a liking to it, according to the comments on in his videos, anyway.

You stepped closer to him and let your breasts press up against his back, bringing your arms around to caress and spread the soap on his torso as well. You let your hands slip down to his v-line every now and then and on the third time, he took a sharp breath and turned around, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you deeply, letting bbth your bodies go under the water to wash off.

He gave you a few quick pecks before pulling away and turning you back around so your back was against his chest and trailed one hand down your body, the other holding your neck and your jaw, tilting your head to face him. His lips grazed against yours as he spoke, his hand stopping just under your belly button.

“You’re probably still sensitive, yeah?”

You swallowed and nodded. “A little.”

He looked at you earnestly, and you could tell he was ready to collect himself and stop completely if you said so. “Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head, “No. Want you.”

His lips curved into a smile before he gave you a sweet kiss, muffling your gasp as his hand slid between your thighs. He spread your lips with two fingers before his middle tapped on your clit, making you jolt in his hold, prompting him to chuckle against your lips. “So fucking cute.”

He began rubbing your clit and your hips rolled into his touch, still sensitive from before, but nonetheless wanting more, your body always giving in to him. “I’ll make you feel so good,” he whispered, “even better than he did.” His other hand squeezed your throat lightly and you whimpered both from the not so subtle dig at Sebastian and the alluring pressure around your neck, your lips faltering against his, prompting him to take control of the kiss.

You tried to reach a hand behind to help him out but he held you tight. “I’ll take care of that after, you just let me take care of you, yeah?” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, quickly distracting you. He slipped two fingers inside of you and crooked them precisely, sliding his thumb over your bundle of nerves before rubbing fiercely––the pressure building inside of you almost making your legs buckle.

You pulled away to moan breathlessly, your mouth dropped open as you stared into his eyes, completely at his mercy and you could see an almost enamored look in his eyes.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, almost to himself as he watched you, coming undone in his arms and that was enough for your head to fall back, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a few high moans, your legs trembling under the warm water as he held you in place.

For a few seconds, you let your eyes stay closed, focusing on the water falling down on the both of you, the feeling of Tom’s hands and lips on your body as he guided you back to him. You blinked your eyes open to find him smiling at you softly, his gaze tracing over your features fondly as he rubbed your clit softly. You rolled your hips into his touch until he pulled his hand away, bringing it up to rest on your stomach to hold you close.

Turning around in his arms, you pressed your lips against his which he eagerly welcomed. You let one of your hands reach up to tug at his hair while the other trailed down his body to grab a hold of his hard member. He moaned against your lips and you smiled, starting to stroke him and you could tell he was already close. The fact that making you come was enough to send him close to the edge, sent another wave of arousal through your body and a boost to your ego.

You stroked him faster at a steady pace, sighing when his hands gripped your waist tightly, one of his hands sliding down to grab your ass. “Wanna make you feel good, Tommy.” He cursed quietly and you smiled. “Come for me, please?”

He groaned softly and leaned his forehead against yours, bucking his hips into your hand before he came, the water quickly washing it away. You stroked him a few more times slowly until he gasped slightly, overwhelmed from the stimulation.

He kissed your forehead and looked at you with a clearly satisfied smile. “You really are something else.”

You quickly rinsed off, sharing one more sweet kiss and got out of the shower, Tom helping you dry off afterwards. You both got dressed and were soon on your way out of the building.

As you reached the end of the lobby, he pushed the door open for you, guiding you with a hand on the small of your back. “Let me walk you to your car?”

You smiled and nodded, “I’d like that.”

You could see him hesitating for a bit as you walked side by side to the parking lot, his eyes looking down as his hand grazed yours a few times. Finally, after taking a deep breath, he reached over to hold your hand and looked over at you, eyes wide and vulnerable. “Is this okay?”

You swallowed and wrapped your hand around his, squeezing playfully to ease the both of your nerves. “It’s perfect.” You smiled and he smiled back, a light blush on his cheeks as he bit his lip to contain himself, looking back down to his feet sheepishly as he walked.

You could feel the flustered nerves bubbling in your stomach––though you and Tom were close, crazily enough, something as simple as holding hands felt like something more, something good.

––❊––

The next day you woke up to a text from Tom asking if he could come over with breakfast for the two of you and you eagerly accepted. You got out of bed and stayed in your pajamas, only washing up and brushing your teeth since Tom said he was coming by in his sweats anyway. You liked that you could be casual with each other, that you didn’t have to put up a front, or try really hard to impress one another––you liked being with him.

Though you didn’t have to dress up super nice or anything, you still decided to clean up your house a little bit, putting any dirty dishes you’d left around in the dishwasher and fixing up the pillows on the couch, stuff like that.

It was almost an hour later that Tom arrived, the sound of the doorbell sending an excited thrill through your body and a few butterflies in your stomach. You opened the door almost immediately and were greeted with that oh so familiar charming smile that had you flustered every time you saw it. Tom was wearing grey sweats, as he had mentioned, along with a black hoodie, the hood over his head––and he looked as good as ever.

“Morning, gorgeous.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek and you blinked a few times to wake yourself up from your reverie, stepping out of the way so he could come inside.

Your voice was soft as you watched him walk through the door like a crushing school-girl. “Hi Tommy.”

His eyes crinkled as his smile deepened from your nickname for him and he set the bag of food on the counter in your kitchen. He took his hood down and fluffed his hair with one hand half-heartedly and you could tell he was a bit distracted.

You walked up next to him and placed a hand on his jaw, turning him to face you. He looked into your eyes, his own wide and curious, but nonetheless, welcome to whatever you had to offer. It was adorable. “Thank you for the breakfast. You didn’t have to.” You gave him a small smile and he returned it, a light blush coating his cheeks.

His hands slid down to your waist and gripped it gently. “Of course.” He leaned closer so your noses were touching, “But I wanted to.” He pressed his lips against yours tentatively and you sighed softly as he pulled you closer, his embrace warm and comforting.

He gave you a few long, tender kisses before pulling away and taking a deep breath, his forehead against yours.

“You okay?”

He pulled back, his arms wrapped around your waist as he looked at you. “Yeah I just…I wanted to ask you something actually…” He looked between your eyes hesitantly and you could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him and seeping into you.

You swallowed, your nerves getting the best of you, and nodded slowly. “Okay…What’s up?”

He looked down and blew out a puff of air before looking back up at you. “Okay so…I’ve really liked spending time with you, getting to know you––in more ways than one,” he joked, to ease the tension. “And I––just really like being with you, holding you, calling you mine…So I was wondering if you wanted to make this a little more permanent?”

You could feel your heart beat faster in your chest.

He gave you a sheepish smile, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You bit your lip but it was no use as the smile burst on your face. Tom gave you a lopsided grin, “I’ll take that as a yes?”

You nodded quickly, overcome with emotions––relief, happiness. “Yes, it’s a definite yes.”

“Good, that’s––that’s great.” He chuckled, unsure of what to do with himself. “I really like you.”

You placed your hands on his cheeks, your smile beaming on your face. “I really like you too.” You leaned back into him and kissed again, this time more passionately, more certain, but just as sweet.

After a short moment, you pulled away and Tom pouted at you, leaning back in for more. You obliged him, his pout getting the best of you, but the second time, you didn’t give in. When you dodged him, he simply went to your cheek and left a few small pecks there. “S’not very nice to deny your boyfriend his kisses, you know.”

You felt a tingly feeling inside from him calling himself your boyfriend and you knew at that moment, that feeling wouldn’t be going away any time soon. You laughed, the sound immediately making him smile against your cheek. You ran a hand through his hair and he hummed. “Well I don’t want the food you brought to go to waste.”

“Mm no we don’t want that.” He mumbled against your face, still leaving his kisses and you rolled your eyes, amused and flustered.

“Tommy,” he hummed and you laughed lightly. “Can we please eat?”

He sighed and stole a quick kiss before standing up straight, his hands still at your waist, a cheeky smile on his face. “Anything for my girl.”

He let you walk past him to where he set the food down but kept his hands on you, sliding his arms around your waist as he plopped his head over your shoulder. “Can you sit on my lap while we eat, though?”

You turned your head towards your shoulder to see him and he raised his brows a few times and you sighed. “Okay.”

He squeezed your sides playfully, smiling at your gasp. “Don’t act like you don’t want to. Besides, my lap is your official seat now, you’ve gotta claim it.”

You turned back to the food to get it out of the bag. “Okay fine. I’ll claim it now while we’re eating…And later as well, how’s that sound?”

His brows furrowed, “Later? What do you mean?”

You smiled, and pushed back into him, biting your lip when he moaned softly. “I’m sure you can figure it out, Tommy.”

“Shit––” His grip tightened on your waist. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

You turned around and looked at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Is that a bad thing?”

He licked his lips and shook his head, “Not at all, darling,” caging you in against the counter with his arms, before leaning in to kiss you. “You can do whatever you want to me, I’m all yours.”

––❊––

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i did think about adding in their personal video, i rly did but i just couldn't find it in me to write it in smoothly, even tho i felt bad leaving it out. i may write it as an extra, maybe not.

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can you do one of Tom liking how reader gets along with his family please🙏🏼🦋

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pairing: tom holland x reader

N/A:  And there you go! It's longer than what I really imagined! I hope you like it and that it meets your expectations. 

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There are little things that make a couple work: affection, the time you spend together, seeing in the same direction, laughter, teasing eachother. For Tom, it was all of these things, but the most important: to be appreciated by those close to him.

The first time he noticed that you had his family's approval was at an "official" family meal. You had only been dating Tom for a few months, but his mother had insisted that you come. As a sort of test perhaps. You had arrived early in the morning, Tom enjoying a well-deserved break to be the most with his family. As Harry chatted with Tom about an idea for a script they could put together. After all, what you yourself would expect when there is no work, Tom is working. Nikki had set out to find a document Dom had lost in the living room papers, arguing over it saying now was not really the time. You loved that they acted so naturally with you. Paddy was in his room, after all he was still a 17-year-old teenager and it seemed logical to you not to force your presence on him all day. Sam had just returned from Scotland and was happy to cook a meal for his family, without the pressure of work, just for the sake of cooking; a return to the source in a way. You stood up, kissing Tom's cheek so as not to disturb him too much. He was anyway, too caught up in his discussion with his brother. You calmly walked over to the kitchen and approached Sam.

 "What are you up to, boss?"

 The Holland brothers with multiple freckles turned to you, his hazel eyes on you. He didn't expect to have company in the kitchen as he worked on the meal. When Tom told you that his parents invited you to the family dinner, you found it touching when he also told you that Sam asked if you were allergic to any food. You felt listened to and included in the family without even having met them. The young cook smiled at you, shrugging his shoulders.

 "Not much. A simple Katsu curry."

 And as he continued chopping his onion to put it in a bowl, you turned your head around a bit, before opening a drawer next to Sam and pulling out a knife and peeler. The next second, you reproduced the same research expressions, not without having rosy cheeks by your daring.

 "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for a cutting board"

"You don't have to ..."

"Shhh, just because you're the chef in this kitchen doesn't mean you have to do everything on your own."

"second cabinet to your left, top drawer".

 Sam rolled his eyes and you took out the utensil. You washed your hands and silently began to peel the carrots, but Sam gave you a smile. Tom finally noticed your absence and his head instantly turned around the room looking for you when he heard your laughter coming from the kitchen. Her eyes rested on your figure, cooking with her brother. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he admired you interacting with Sam for a few minutes. During the meal, as Sam placed the plate in front of Tom, the young chef slipped into Tom's ear a little "I like her", which made the actor smile with all his teeth.

 The second time he noticed that his family liked you, it was a normal day at home. You were snuggled up on the couch, scratching between Tess' two ears, lying next to you. A replay of an episode of Love Island was playing on television. You didn't live here, you just spent the day with Tom, who was in the bathroom. Harry walked past you on his way to the kitchen, growling a few curses. You turned your head towards him with an eyebrow raised, puzzled by his bad temper.

 "What is it?"

"Something is wrong with my script"

 Harry and you got along well already, you couldn't tell you were close friends, in your mind you were just his brother's girlfriend, so you didn't impose your presence in the redhead's life. However, there is something to push you a little harder to bond with him. You tilted your head as you watched him make tea. Slowly, you got up from the couch to go out onto the patio, glancing at the laptop screen. When Harry returned he frowned when he saw you hunched over his computer.

 "What are you doing?"

"I think there is a lack of dynamism between these two dialogues. It does not go together. Maybe you should add some step-by-step to express the emotions of your female character. It would add some meaning and depth to it. this dialogue.

 You pointed to the sentence you found problematic and Harry positioned himself next to you, plunging his nose in front of the screen as he reread his dialogue. His eyes widened slightly and a smile slit across his face.

 "Yeah ... Yeah I think you're right. Thanks"

 He gave you a light hug, a small hug of thanks. Tom meanwhile, had returned from the bathroom, his gaze fell on you and his younger brother, in each other's arms. He passed the bay window on the terrace, a confused look.

 "What's going on?"

"Oh, I was just helping Harry with his script"

 You smiled as you stepped away from the curl. You moved back to the living room and Tom frowned at his brother, still confused. Usually, other than him, no one helped Harry write. Harry, meanwhile, nodded at Tom, as well as a wink and a thumbs-up signifying his approval. Once again, Tom's smile radiated across his face.

And the last time Tom had his family's approval and saw you interacting with his loved ones was just now.

 You were leaning with your elbows on the table, leaning over the phone that Paddy had handed you, who was right next to you, a little tense and impatient. You watched the clips of the series he had recently starred in. The whole Holland family is extremely talented. But he had wanted your opinion because, you were more outside the circle, more neutral than his family. Yet when the video ended, all you did was congratulate and cheer her on this time, causing amazement and a beaming smile on the younger Holland's face. Tom was in the kitchen with his mother, brewing tea - it's amazing how many tea an Englishman, and especially a member of the Holland family, can drink in a whole day, a lifetime - Nikki was smiling as she looked at you, she leaned over to her son's ear, keeping her good humor fixed on her face. She could see the spark of love in her son's eyes, the admiration he had for you and that only reassured her and warmed her already big and warm heart.

 "We like her, you know? She's great."

"Yeah, I love her too, mom. With all my heart."

"Keep her safe, treat her well, she deserves it."

"I know mom. I think it's the right one."

 And he was right. You were the one for him.

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pink lines [part three]

tom holland x reader

series summary: when you find yourself alone, pregnant and scared, there’s only one person you can turn to. but where do you draw the line between friendship and more…

updates around tuesday nights EST

warnings for this part: alcohol, probably some cursing

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✧･ﾟ: chapter three･ﾟ:✧

“So it’s not as if she hasn’t acknowledged it’s Valentine’s Day, because she did get me flowers but she wants to just stay in? On Valentine’s Day? I just didn’t know we’d reached that point in our relationship where we don’t even try anymore,” worries Mabel, the chef at the hotel and also your work best friend/colleague/closest confidant mashup.

“Maybe she just wants to stay in and…celebrate in other ways,” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively.

Mabel sighs, not picking up on your meaning. “Maybe,” she says as she continues to ice mini heart shaped sugar cookies with pink frosting.

Before she can worry any more, the kitchen door bangs open. “Y/N, your boyfriend is here,” Silas, the concierge announces as he rolls his eyes.

Mabel almost drops the cookie she’s icing. “Nico? I thought you two…” she trails off questioningly as she glances at you.

You nod. “We did.”

“Well, there’s someone waiting for you at reception.” says Silas, shrugging. “I don’t get paid enough to take names.”

You look at Mabel with one eyebrow quirked to which she replies with a shrug. You grab an iced cookie as you make your way out of the kitchen, zoning out from Mabel and Silas’ bickering.

Leaning casually on the reception desk and flipping through a brochure advertising the restaurant’s brunch deals is Tom. You allow yourself one (1) second to appreciate the way his curls tumble down his forehead, slightly damp from the February weather.

“Tom?” you squeak.

He turns around, dropping the brochure. “Hey darling, you almost done here? This looks great by the way, we should check it out sometime.” He taps the brochure as an explanation.

You frown, desperately trying to piece together why he’s here.

“No? I’ve still got a couple things to sort out today-”

“Didn’t you get my text?” Tom questions. “I’m taking you to the twins' birthday party tonight.”

“Oh crap sorry, my phone’s been in my bag all day. It’s been crazy around here, we’re having a linen supply emergency.”

Tom chuckles. “Thrilling.”

You swat at his arm over the desk. “Shut up, we can’t all be multi-millionaire movie stars. Anyway, there’s no way I’m going to the twins’ party tonight, I can’t even drink!” you gesture to your stomach for emphasis as you begin to tidy up behind the desk.

“What? But I already told them we’d be there!” Tom whines.

You shake your head, picking up the phone on the desk and flipping through a stack of cards to find the right number. “Sorry. I have to make a thrilling phone call to our towel delivery guy.”

“Silas can handle it, that’s why you hired him.”

You shake your head. “I know, but sometimes he’s rude to staff and we really need this to-”

“I can handle it, Y/N,” says Silas, taking the phone from your hand and winking.

You almost jump out of your skin, “Jesus, where did you come from? And why are you wink-”

“Go go, put on a dress, let your hair down with your friend Tom,” says Silas, dialing the number as you sigh and pick up your bag in defeat.

As Tom pulls out of the hotel parking lot you bite your lip, looking up at him.

“Silas has never willingly done his job before, something must be up. I should go back and-”

“Y/N!” Tom interrupts. “Everything’s fine. It’s Valentine’s Day, there must be something in the air. I’m sure he’ll be back to being an arrogant snob by tomorrow.”

You snort in response. “Okay, I’m sure you’re right.”

Tom looks satisfied with himself. “I’m always right. Now I am trying to take you to a birthday party, on Valentine’s Day, so please shut the fuck up and have fun, alright?”

You roll your eyes at him.

“Fine. Can you stop in at my place so that I can change first?”

Tom smirks. “Oh you mean you don’t want to wear that to my brothers’ party? I thought the blouse and skirt look was absolutely smokin’, babe.” He uses a terribly exaggerated American accent for the last bit.

“Tom? This is a warning,” you glare at him.

He holds up his hands in defence. “Okay, okay. Stop one, Y/N’s flat.”

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“And you’ll never guess what Ben did next!” gushes the blonde girl who’s name you’ve already forgotten.

“What?!” asks her friend excitedly, draining the rest of her drink.

Before you can find out what shockingly boring thing Ben supposedly did next, an arm is slung around your shoulders.

“Y/NNNNNN!” slurs a drunk Harrison.

You giggle, excusing yourself half-heartedly from the conversation you weren’t even paying full attention to.

“What’s up, Haz?”

“Thomas is drunk. I mean wasted. Pissed.” says Harrison, giggling at himself already.

“Oh, yeah? What gave it away?” you ask, taking a sip of your Coke.

“He’s on the table.”

What the fuck does that mean?

You look at him questioningly and he repeats himself.

“Tom’s on the table.”

“Can you take me to him, please?”

Harrison nods as he grips onto your hand, weaving through people dancing, laughing, yelling, making out, and doing god knows what else. When you open the door to the dining room, you see that even in his drunk state, Harrison was telling the truth. Tom is indeed on the table. He’s on his hands and knees, with his shirt riding up his torso. On seeing you standing by the doorway, Tom freezes in his actions.

“Y/NN!” he yells, clambering clumsily off the table. “Where have you beeeeen, I missed you,” he pouts.

“Woah, hey.” you say as you hold onto his shoulders to keep him upright as he wobbles. “I think it’s time we get you home, yeah?”

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After taking dragging Tom up the stairs to his room, he flops onto his back on his bed, groaning.

You giggle at his state, immediately starting work at getting him in bed before he’s passed out cold. You unlace his trainers and yank them off his feet, tossing them into the corner for him to deal with tomorrow.

“Arms up.” You wiggle him out of his hoodie so he’s just in his t-shirt. He grins as you unbuckle his belt and reach down to unzip his jeans.

“Shut it, Tom. I’m just getting you comfortable.”

He smirks. “Whatever you say, darling.”

Tapping his hip so that he’ll raise his pelvis and allow you to get him out of his jeans, you finally manage to remove them and they quickly land on top of the shoes and hoodie in the corner.

It’s a whole other mission to convince Tom to get under the covers as he’s all too comfortable curled up on top of them, at the foot of the bed. However, he’s finally in bed, under the covers and you take this as a chance to run downstairs and find a glass of water and an aspirin for him, which you place on the bedside table. You go into the bathroom and grab the little bin in the corner, bringing it to Tom’s side of the bed.

“Tom, I’m putting this here, okay? In case you feel sick and can’t get to the bathroom in time.”

He groans in response, covering one eye. You giggle.

“Okay Tommy, go to sleep.” You reach over and tuck the covers around his chin. You’re reminded of how many times you’ve looked after a drunk Tom, or vice-versa. Of course, in your mind the best nights are the ones where you’re both drunk and would fall into bed at the end of a long night and spend the early morning hours pissing yourselves over the most niche videos on YouTube: ‘x factor judges laughing at auditions'; 'cat with a crazy deep meow’; 'iridocyclitis' - you know the type.

Tom breaks you out of your reverie, speaking so softly you almost miss it.

“Why don’t you like me?”

You freeze. “Wh-what? We’ve been friends for almost twenty years Tom, and you really think I don’t like you yet?”

“No, I mean why don’t you like me?”

You’re silent. How do you respond to that?

“I have to sit and watch you fall in love and then get hurt, fall in love and then get hurt, over and over again,” Tom continues, beginning to get himself in a state. “Will you really date everyone else before you’ll date me?”

Your heart shatters into a million tiny pieces. He’s drunk. He’s so drunk and vulnerable he doesn’t even know what he’s saying, you think, and you tell him as such.

“You’re drunk, Tommy, get some sleep okay?”

You lay down next to him, rubbing your hand up and down his arm to lull him to sleep. He looks like he wants to protest, but his eyes are already drooping.

You press a feathery-light kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight, Tom.”

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The golden-yellow light streaming in through the window feels like an attack as it rouses Tom from his sleep. He grumbles as he opens his eyes, but cuts himself off when he sees your sleeping form snoring gently on the other side of his bed. His heart swells as he sees you changed into his clothes, a pair of his sweatpants and an old band tee adorning your sleeping frame. It feels so natural to him, waking up next to you and he allows himself a moment to imagine a future where this could be a daily occurrence, and then maybe he’d hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet running down the hall, jumping up on the bed to say good morning, and you’d smile and kiss their little heads before pressing your lips to Tom’s own-

You groan as you stir awake, breaking Tom out of his domestic daydream.

“Mornin’ darling,” he grins.

“Hmmph,” is your groggy response. He giggles and pokes your side playfully.

“Wake up, wake up and talk to meeeee,”

You roll your eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be grumpy and hungover?”

He nods.

“I am grumpy and hungover. But the aspirin you left me helped, plus waking up next to you, how could anyone not be happy?.”

You ignore the way your heart flutters as he teases you, choosing not to respond verbally.

After a few moments of silence, you speak up.

“Tom?”

“Yeah, love?”

“Why do people think we’re dating?”

He sits up at your statement.

“What? Nobody thinks we’re dating.”

“People do seem to think we’re dating,” you confirm.

“Who? Who thinks we’re dating? Did I say something?” he questions.

You decide not to bring up his drunken confession from last night. “No,” you shrug. “ But Clara thought we were dating for most of our conversation.”

He scrunches up his face in thought, trying to match the name to a face. “Clara…”

“She works with Sam, I think? I don’t know, that’s not really important. What’s important is people think we’re dating.”

Tom shrugs. “I don’t know, we’re close and we spend all our time together, I guess?”

You decide you’ll have to take that as an answer, because pressing the issue would possibly result in a very awkward conversation. But before you can stop yourself, you hear yourself speak up again.

“Aren’t you dating that girl?”

Tom screws up his face. “What are you on about? What girl?”

“Your co-star?”

“What?”

“Are you guys not dating?”

“What, Zendaya?! No, I’m not dating Z? What the fuck, Y/N?”

“Oh.” You do your best to hide your smile and keep your face blank. Why did that make you feel so much better to hear? “Okay.”

“How did you think I was dating Z?”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. “Huh?”

“You thought I was dating her and you didn’t even ask?”

“Well yeah. I don’t really care about your love life, I didn’t really think too much about it.” you say, shrugging it off.

“You do care who I’m dating! I always tell you who I’m dating.” he argues back.

“Well, it wasn’t that important to me.”

“Bullshit, Y/N. Why didn’t you want to know who I’m dating? Even though I’m not dating her.”

“I just didn’t care, is all?”

Tom softens and his tone lightens. “So, there’s no underlying reason?”

“No.”

He hums smugly. “Mm hmm.”

“Tom?”

“Yes, love?” he smirks.

“Shut it.”

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