You bought Tom a birthday cake but he still likes yours better 🎂
Tom Holland x Reader
is it even me if there’s no smut???
“Happy Birthday dear Tom, happy birthday to you!”
You and the boys sang. You listened to his parents, Sam and Paddy cheer through the phone.
“Thank you guys!” Tom smiles, blowing out the candles.
“You’re basically halfway to fifty!” Paddy screams over FaceTime and Nikki rolls her eyes, smacking him on the head.
“Tom we’ll be round later to bring your gifts. We love you!” Dom calls out before ending the call.
“Cut the cake birthday boy!” You squeal, and Tom laughs digging the knife into the cake.
“Me first!” Tuwaine shouts, holding out his plate. You all eat your pieces of cake, cracking jokes at how old Tom was getting.
“I’m gonna go shower guys” you excuse yourself from the rowdy bunch, grabbing a slice of cake to take with you. You strip when you make it to you and Toms room, running the water and hopping in.
You smile when you think of Tom, still unable to believe he was 24.
You were just stepping out of the shower, wrapping your towel around yourself when you hear the bedroom door.
You peak your head out the conjoined bathroom and see Tom taking a bite out of your cake.
“Babe!” You exclaim, pretending you were upset and he freezes.
“It’s my birthday!” He mumbles through a mouthful of chocolate and buttercream.
“I guess I’ll let it slide this time…” you joke, walking to kiss him on the forehead. Tom grabs your waist when you’re close enough pulling you down to peck your lips too.
“Don’t get me wrong, this cake is great; but I think I’d rather eat you” he whispers, and you feel those butterflies in your stomach.
“Tommy, I wasn’t planning on you fucking my brains out until later” you giggle, and he squeezes your thigh.
“I can definitely still fuck your later too darling” he drawls, unwrapping your towel from your body like you were a gift. And to him you were.
“You look so fucking good, lay down for me Y/N” he groans and you comply fully, laying on your back. You watch as he swipes his finger through the frosting on the cupcake. You’re surprised to say the least when he rubs the frosting on the side of your neck, eyes never leaving him when he goes for more. This time he rubs it on your collarbones. Then your breasts, applying generously to your hard nipples.
He licks his lips, gripping your jaw and turns you head to the side.
Your eyes flutter shut when his tongue licks the frosting from your neck, making sure not to miss a single bit.
“Delicious” he smirks before using his mouth to clean off your collarbones.
“Tom, fuck..” you whimper, hands coming up to grasp his shoulders. Your fingers twist the material of his t-shirt, wishing he was naked against you.
“You want it off baby?” He asks, going to pull it over his head but you stop him.
“You know I do, but we have to be quick. They’ll notice if the birthday boy is missing too long” you hum, tugging on the soft curls at the nape of his neck.
He groans in annoyance, he wanted to take his time with you. But he knew you were right.
He ducks his head down again, sucking your nipple into his mouth. Your back arches with every swirl of his talented tongue. His name falling from your lips had him hard as a rock in his jeans.
“How do you want me baby?” You moan breathily, pussy practically dripping.
“Flip over” he instructs and you do, he bends you over the bed, running his hand down your spine.
“This right here? This is my favorite cake…” he chuckles, landing a hard smack to your ass. You hear him undoing his belt, and then his running his tip through your folds.
“You’re always so wet for me baby” he coos, pushing into you inch by inch. It takes all of your self control not to just slam yourself against him.
Toms hands grip your hips, fingers pressing into you so tightly it stung. He moans once he’s all the way inside and just grinds into you. Your legs shake at the intense feeling, brows pulled together in pleasure. Everytime he fucked you you were convinced it couldn’t get any better.
His hips shift backwards, pulling out before slamming back in. He fucks you hard and fast, hitting all the spots only he could.
“Fuck, I love you Y/N” he groans and you whimper.
“I love you more baby - oh shitttt” you whimper back, his thumb circling your ass hole. You hear him spit, and then the wetness on your most private part. Tom uses his spit as a lubricant, pushing his thumb inside.
You almost completely collapse into the bed, overwhelmed at the sensations surging through you.
His dick plowing into you, and his thumb in your ass. You grip the blankets, legs shaking as you feel your orgasm approaching. You clench around him and Tom grunts. He pulls his thumb from your hole and you whine. His dick never stops though, and he pulls you up so your back Is to his chest.
“I can feel you baby, cum for me” he whispers into your neck, his words tickle against the sensitive skin there.
“That’s what I really want for my birthday, is for you to cum on my fucking cock” he continues, fingers coming up to wrap around your throat and squeezing.
His dirty words send you over the edge and Toms hand shoots to cover your mouth when you scream as you reach your peak.
“That’s it…” he nibbles on your earlobe, fucking you through your high. You tighten around him again, bringing him to his own orgasm.
You both pant, Tom holding you close to him for a moment before his grip loosens. You drop to your knees to lick him clean before tucking him back into his jeans.
When you look up Tom has a sex drunk grin on his face;
“Happy Birthday to me!”
CAN YALL FUCKING BELIEVE TOM IS 24🥺 I hope he still enjoyed his day even though things are so crazy rn. I hope you are all safe, and I want you to know my inbox is ALWAYS open if you need to talk. Also, I just want to ask that you all do your part and donate/raise awareness to support black lives matter. But the biggest thing is if you’re white, please start at home. Check your family members & friends when they say harmful/racist things, lead by example! I hope you enjoyed & I love you all ❤️