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Is It Time? // BestFriend! TH x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, teeny bit of angst, alcohol, underage drinking, smut, unprotected sex, and unbearable fluff x

Word Count: 11.7k

Summary: Tom is finally home and Y/N needs to tell him how she feels. She’s buried it for so long but it doesn’t want to stay buried any longer. Tom is finally home and he needs to tell her how her feels before he misses his chance and finds her unattainable.

Author’s Note: So, this ended up being way longer than I anticipated! It also took me a while to post since I’ve been so busy with work but I hope you all enjoy it! Please send all the good/constructive feedback! ♥

It had been months since you’d seen him. When you saw the text from Harry light up your phone, your face had lit up just as much and you immediately called your boss to book that day and the next off work. There was no way you’d miss it.

Tom was finally coming home for more than a day here or there, which he always spent with family, and he was throwing a little party on Friday in his shared house with the boys to celebrate the final wrapping of his new film, ‘Cherry’, with his friends. It had been a while since you had been in your best friends’ house, what with him off filming, Harry off gallivanting with him, Harrison being in Liverpool to film his own new project, and the other boys busy with their own lives and needless to say you were beginning to feel a bit lonely. Not that you didn’t have your own group of friends – you had been finally catching up with the girls since Tom wasn’t taking up all of your time – but you still missed your best friend and he was almost always too busy for more than a ten minute chat, not to mention the differences in time zones. Of course, it wasn’t all his fault, you were definitely guilty of neglecting your phone for hours on end and getting wrapped up in your writing as well as spending most nights and weekends working in a restaurant in the city.

As you pottered around your apartment, purposefully ignoring the mess your roommate, Anna, had left behind in her rush this morning – she could clean her own mess up when she got home – your phone buzzed from the coffee table in the living room. Scooping up the cup of tea you had made yourself and trying your best to speedily walk to the living room without spilling it, you saw Tom’s contact picture, a goofy selfie he had sent you from the set of ‘Far From Home’.

“Wow, you don’t even personally invite your best friend to parties anymore, you have your brother do it? Fame has changed you, Holland.” You can hear Tom chuckling down the phone.

“Oh, shut it! I told him I’d call you but he sent the text anyway, he’s almost as excited to see you as I am… almost.” His voice was raspy, as if he’d just woken up, and it just added to his attractiveness, the part of him you’d been trying to ignore for years. “You’re coming, aren’t you? I miss you so much I was even thinking of asking you to come get some lunch with me tomorrow before the party and we can grab whatever we need for the night while we’re out?” You beamed to yourself, but then mentally scolded yourself for thinking that it could be more than just a simple mate-date, strictly lunch with your best friend.

“Of course I am! Did you really think I’d miss it? Even took the Saturday off so I can be hungover and wallow. I’d love to meet you tomorrow, where and when?”

“I’ll pick you up at 1. Bring a night bag, we’re having a lazy day on Saturday. I gotta go, Tess is desperate for a walk but I’ll text you when I’m on my way tomorrow. See you then, love.”

You threw yourself onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh, smiling wistfully at the pet name he quite often called you. You and Tom had been friends for years, usually inseparable when he was home. You first met when you were about 16, he was 17. You had both snuck into a club with your respective friends, pretending to be of age and experience the dancing and drinking your older friends constantly ranted about come Monday morning, when you, very drunkenly, bumped into each other, knocking his drink all over the both of you. You apologised profusely but he had waved you off, brought you to the bar and grabbed a load of napkins to help wipe the beer off your dress as much as he could, all the while laughing giddily. You two became fast friends after that, spending the rest of the night non-stop chatting and swapping stories and found you had a lot in common with him. You could see your friends from across the room wiggling their eyebrows suggestively at the good looking boy in front of you but kissing a boy you just met in a club you weren’t supposed to be in just wasn’t how you wanted the night to go. Instead you swapped numbers and made plans to meet up for coffee the next day to talk when you could both hear each other clearly.

You had always thought he was cute, and as he got older you knew he was becoming more and more attractive. Not to mention, you knew he was the sweetest, caring, and most compassionate man there was but there was always that nagging in the back of your mind that said if something was supposed to happen between you two, it would have already. Besides, he had introduced you to Harrison with the intention of setting you up so it was clear there was no way Tom had mutual feelings for you. You were just supposed to be best friends, nothing more. So, you tried even harder to push the way you felt about him away and focused instead on being a friend, even dated Harrison for a few months before he had suggested you were better suited to being friends – story of your life, apparently – and while you were initially upset, you did agree with him.

Grudgingly, you got up from the couch and started to put yourself together for your shift that night. It was definitely going to be the longest shift of your life so far. Just as you were throwing your hair up into as neat a bun as you were going to get, Anna came breezing through the door. You greeted her cheerily as she set her things down on the kitchen table.

“Well you’re definitely in a better mood than you were when I woke you up this morning, is there someone else here?” She asked, peeking her head around you towards your bedroom door with a cheeky grin on her face.

“Give over, there’s no one else here. Tom is home, he’s having a party tomorrow night.”

“Ahhhh, that definitely explains the chirpy mood you’re in. Are you going to make a move?” She teased. Anna knew well what the situation was with your feelings for Tom and yet she relentlessly pushed you to tell him how you felt, even going so far as to make suggestive comments in front of both of you, especially when she’s had a few drinks, something you’d argued about in the past. Though she knew that your feelings for him were blooming again recently and that you find yourself losing yourself in daydreams about what could be more often than you had before and she was determined this time to make you confess to Tom.

“Ans, you know I’m not, he’s my best friend… However, I’m definitely feeling lonely so maybe if there’s someone that catches my eye I’ll have another reason to be in a chirpy mood,” you winked as you grabbed your bag and car keys, “anyway, I’m running. Text you when I’m on the way home and for the love of God can you please clean the mess you made this morning?” She hummed in response as you ran out the door and down the stairs of your flat.

You were running towards the train station, checking the time on your phone to make sure you weren’t going to miss the train, when a loud beep made you jump about 6 feet in the air, almost dropping your phone in the process. You turned quickly only to see Tom pulling in alongside you in his Audi, laughing wildly at your reaction. You scowl at him and quickly hop in the passenger side of the car.

“You ass! I almost died! What are you doing here?!” He’s still chuckling to himself as he leans across the seats to engulf you in a hug as best he can and place a soft, chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Hello to you too! Jesus, I’ve been away for months and the first thing I get is you calling me an ass? That’s no way to treat your best friend who’s about to drive you to work, is it?” He’s charming, and he knows it and he sends a wink your way before putting the car in drive and pulling out. Getting over your shock of seeing him, you feel a wave of admiration and love hit you for the man beside you and you gently rest your head on his shoulder as he drives.

“Thank you,” you laugh, “You didn’t have to drive me, I could have gotten the train! Although I admit this is so much better, I’ve missed you loads! How are you?”

He talks animatedly about his journey home from Morocco, explaining that he will tell you “all the good stuff” from the past few months over lunch tomorrow. He confesses that his decision to surprise you with a lift to work came from him not being able to wait until tomorrow to see you after hearing your voice on the phone, a fact that melts your resolve to not tell him how you feel just a little. You listen to him talk about how proud he is of the work he’s put into ‘Cherry’ and how delighted he is with how it turned out, pausing to apologise for the lack of time he had to talk over the past while. All too quickly, he’s pulling up outside the restaurant and you let out a heavy sigh. He turns to you and there’s a sympathetic smile on his face.

“Hey, in no time your writing will take off and you’ll get the satisfaction of handing in your notice here. Plus, you’ll have me for the next two whole days AND I’ll be home for the next few weeks too!”

You nod at him and put on a smile as you pick your bag up from your feet, “Yeah I know. Thanks so much, Tom. I’m so glad you’re home.” You reach across the car and wrap one arm around him, he does the same and places another quick kiss to your cheek. “See you tomorrow, let me know when you’re picking me up!” You get out of the car, sending him one last quick smile before going into the restaurant and beginning your countdown to the end of your shift.

* * * *

Tom smiled to himself as he drove to the train station to pick Harrison up. He was just getting in from Liverpool for the weekend, perfect timing to have a break in shooting. He had meant it when he said he missed you. He had wanted to call you every single time he had a break in filming but had to stop himself. You were his best friend, not his girlfriend. He didn’t call Harrison or Tuwaine every time he had a break so why would you expect him to call you? You wouldn’t. You didn’t think of him that way and he knew it. He had always wanted more, since you knocked his pint over both of them and you met up for coffee the next day. He was too shy back then to tell you how he felt and then felt blessed enough just to call you his best friend that he definitely did not want to scare you away by telling you. He’d even tried to get over you and started dating other girls, though they never lasted long. They weren’t funny enough, didn’t laugh at his jokes like they were the funniest things in the world, they didn’t get along with his friends so well, they didn’t text him the morning of every audition he’d ever had to wish him good luck, or call him in the middle of the night when they felt lonely, they weren’t you. He’d set you up with Harrison, thinking that if you were unavailable, he’d learn to move on. And he did! For a little bit. It was easier to accept that you were just his best friend because you were good together, Harrison treated you well and you really enjoyed his company. Although, listening to you both in Harrison’s room after you’d come home from a date never got easier.

It was after one of those date nights that Harrison realised. He’d come down to the kitchen to make coffee and Tom was sitting at the counter on his phone, red rimmed eyes, loosely holding a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. He hadn’t expected Haz to be up so early and had planned on going to visit his parents as soon as he’d finished his coffee but he had been caught. Harrison hadn’t let up until Tom told him why he was upset and disregarded every bullshit answer Tom could make up on the spot. “You’re a great actor, Tom, but you can’t expect me to believe that. Don’t bullshit me.” So Tom’s floodgates burst and he told Harrison everything; how long he’s felt that way, why he set you up, how he felt at the time.

~ “You can’t keep torturing yourself like this, Tom. If I had have known you felt this way, I would never have asked her out!” Harrison eyed his heartbroken friend as he silently cried. He was debating what to do, he really liked you and you were getting on great, but he could tell straight away that he didn’t like you in the way that Tom did, not even close.

“No, Harrison, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. Don’t hurt her just because I wasn’t man enough to tell her how I feel. That’s not fair.” Harrison then hugged him, told him not to worry, and walked back to you with coffee. ~

He had broken up the you the following week, telling you he thought you were better suited as friends, and he did believe that but he was also thinking of Tom and how heartbroken he had been that morning. Tom was ready to pick up the pieces when you told him Harrison had broken up with you but you were surprisingly okay? A little disappointed but you said you thought Harrison was right and it was that that lifted the guilt off Tom’s chest, while also instilling the slightest bit of hope in him. He still had a chance. Yet here he was 2 years later still pining after his best friend who still had no idea about his feelings.

Tom’s train of thought was broken when Harrison opened the boot of the car and threw his bags in before jumping into the passenger side of the car.

“Am I interrupting something? You look like you’ve been having an extreme internal debate.” He laughed as he cleaned the raindrops from the lenses of his glasses, shooting Tom a questioning glance, though Tom had a feeling Haz knew exactly what was plaguing his mind.

“Sorry, I was in a world of my own. How are you, man? How’s filming going?” Tom avoided Harrison’s questioning looks, which was duly noted by the blond man but he dropped the subject. Instead, Harrison talked relentlessly about his new project and how excited he was, before quizzing Tom on ‘Cherry’. The boys chatted back and forth about their careers and how their families were until they got back to the house. As soon as they walked through the door Harrison and Harry immediately engaged in a roasting match, going back and forth verbally tearing shreds off each other. Tom grabbed a beer from the fridge and threw himself on the sofa, watching the two with amusement until he was dragged into their play fighting and had to fend for himself. They continued like that for a while; roasting each other, playing a couple of games of Fifa, demolishing bottles of beer, until eventually Harrison put a movie on Netflix and settled down on the sofa beside Tom while Harry went to his room to edit some videos of their trip in Morocco.

“What is it? You’ve been off all day” Harrison asked without even taking his eyes off the screen. Tom shuffled uncomfortably and looked down.

“S’nothing. Just me being an idiot, as usual.” That was more than enough for Harrison to confirm that he was right about why Tom was off. He let a heavy sigh and turned to face his best friend.

“Look, mate, you need to stop being such a div and just tell her, yeah? Because this shit isn’t healthy for you or for your friendship. You have a chance here, she’s not going to be single forever and –“

“I know!” Tom snapped, a little too loudly. Harrison looked taken aback for a moment, then turned towards the tv and took a long drink from his bottle of beer. “I’m sorry, Haz. I shouldn’t have shouted. It’s just that… It’s all I’ve been thinking about the past couple of weeks. It comes and goes, y’know? Sometimes I can live perfectly content with having her as my best friend - other best friend”, he added when Harrison gave him a look, “- but since I’ve been away these past few weeks, I just can’t stop thinking about her. No amount of work can take my mind off it. I missed her so much it was almost palpable and the thought of her moving on with someone else makes me so angry at myself. I feel like I’m running out of time but I’m also terrified of saying something only for her to be absolutely horrified and ruin our entire friendship!” Tom hadn’t realised he was crying until he felt the tears drop from his chin onto the hand holding his beer.

“Tom, don’t you think if you keep these feelings to yourself it might ruin your friendship? Also, why do you think she’s stayed single all this time, same way you have? Maybe she feels the same? Maybe she’s holding out for you. Just… think about it, Tom. If you want this, take the chance. Either way, I’m going to bed. I need to get my beauty sleep if I’m gonna pull tomorrow night. Y/N’s roommate is coming and I’ve had my eye on her since I met her last year.” Harrison winked and Tom laughed at his attempt to flex his muscles.

“Alright, fuck off, you div. See you in the morning.” Harrison waved in response and began walking to his room. “Haz?” Tom heard his steps stop and saw his head poke around the corner, left eyebrow raised. “Thank you. For everything.” Haz shot him an award-winning smile.

“You’ve got nothing to thank me for, I’m here for you, mate. Goodnight.”

Tom sat by himself for a while, finishing his drinks and running through different scenarios in his head of how tomorrow could go. How he could tell you. He could say it over lunch, but then if you didn’t feel the same it would be awkward for the rest of the day and it there would be no way he could throw a party if it all went sideways. He could tell you at the party, but then you might think he was a coward for not telling you alone. He could tell you the next day, while you were just hanging out, but what if you hit it off with someone at the party and he misses his chance? He was working himself up into a panic again and decided to call it a night. He busied himself with cleaning the beer bottles from the living room, tidying the kitchen, and having a long shower to calm himself down, before climbing into bed and hoping that whatever he decided to do, he would still have you one way or another; either as his best friend or as someone who loved him as much as he loved you.

* * * * *

You woke up filled with a sense of dread. You’d had a nightmare and the more you thought about it the more you convinced yourself it was a premonition. Tom was definitely going to hook up with someone tonight. He was going to stand right in front of you and lean in to catch her lips in a kiss so intense and shameless that you would have to look away to avoid throwing whatever drink you were holding at the two of them. Then, when you look back, they would look at you and sneer, laughing at how fucking pathetic you were and you’ll see him leading her by the hand towards his bedroom, towards his bed. It’s going to happen; your mind’s eye has foretold it.

You roll out of bed and trudge towards the kitchen. Anna is already there, scrolling through her phone and pushing a cup of tea in your direction.

“I was just about to call you. Hey, would you mind if I tried it on with Harrison tonight? I know you two had a thing but he’s really hot and you guys are just friends now, right?” You held up a hand and took a long sip of your tea, eyeing her over the top of your mug. She stopped scrolling and looked at you expectantly. “Bad night?” You sighed contentedly and lowered your hand.

“I really needed that tea, thank you. Yes, bad night. Nightmares, to be precise.” She frowned, about to ask but you cut her off, “No, I don’t mind you trying it with Harrison. He’s a great guy and you’re just his type. Just please, if you bring him home, keep it down. He has a tendency to be quite vocal.” Anna’s face went beet red and she choked on her green tea.

“Noted. Moving on, do you know what you’re wearing tonight?” She wiggled her eyebrows at you and you groaned. You were really not in the mood of her tactics of trying to get you and Tom together and you know that’s exactly where this conversation is going.

“I was thinking of just wearing my black skinny jeans and that green top I got 2 weeks ago? Maybe with black boots?” She rolled her eyes then shook her head at you.

“Any outfit that you say you’ll ‘just wear’ instantly isn’t good enough. No. You haven’t seen Tom properly in months! You have to wow him; you have to look so jaw-droppingly good that it’s not even a question in his mind. Why don’t you buy something new today while you’re in town?” You considered what she said as you scrolled through your Instagram. You supposed she was right; it was the first time you’d seen Tom in months, plus you hadn’t bought yourself a full new outfit for anything in a while.

“That’s not a bad idea… Do you need anything while I’m out?” You called out to her as she had started moving towards her bedroom.

“Maybe some condoms? Who knows which one of us will need them?” She said with a wink and a cheeky grin. You had to bite back your laughter just as your phone pinged. Tom was letting you know you had 30 minutes before he was coming to pick you up. You quickly rinsed your cup and sped to your room to shower and kind something decent to wear for your lunch date. Lunch mate-date. For mates.

“Table for two under Holland.” Tom spoke with a smile to the host of a very fancy brunch place in the city. If you had known Tom would take you somewhere like this you would have, at least, put on some makeup. As it was, you were wearing blue jeans, a white blouse, and low top Converse, and you had your still-damp hair thrown into a messy bun. Not the worst look but compared to the businesswomen around you in their 2-piece suits and elegant office dresses with heels you felt a bit out of place. But then, Tom was clad in just a hoodie, loose black jeans, and a baseball cap so maybe you didn’t look too bad.

“I didn’t realise you would take me somewhere so nice. I thought we were just grabbing lunch in a café or whatever?” You whispered to Tom as your waiter handed you a menu and poured your water.

“We are just grabbing lunch in a café or whatever,” he smirked, mocking you, “just wanted to treat you. This place does great French toast and they serve the freshest mimosas, my treat,” he told you with a wink.

He began looking through his own menu while you admired him from across the table. His hair had started to grow back after he’d shaved it off for his role in ‘Cherry’ and he had the slightest sprinkling of freckles across his nose; a gift from the Moroccan sun, no doubt. He looked happier than he did when you saw him before Christmas, when he had been losing weight dramatically and putting himself in the mindset of the complex lead role. You could clearly see, even through his hoodie, that he had been back at the gym since, the sleeves straining ever so slightly around the muscles in his arms and his frame looked wider than it had been.

“I’m afraid I’m not on the menu, darling.” Tom interrupted your train of thought without even a glance from his menu, though he had a cheeky smirk on his face. You scoffed in response and tried quickly to come up with an excuse as to why you were practically undressing him with your eyes.

“Come off it, I was just… I haven’t seen you in a while. That’s all.” You thought you saw his smile falter for a split second but then his attention was diverted and he was beaming at the waitress that had come to take your orders.

“I told you the French toast was incredible.” Tom smiled at you from across the table. He had been telling you all about the past couple of months filming. How rewarding it felt to branch away from the roles he had been doing previously and getting the opportunity to flex his acting skills. He was now listening to you recount your tale of the past few months; catching him up on the drama of your life and the progress you had made with your writing. You told him about a meeting you’d had with an editor and he swelled with pride at hearing you were chasing your dreams as well as he was.

He had thought before you had been subtly checking him out but he quickly shook the thought from his head when you’d brushed him off. He promised himself he’d tell you today but every time he tried to start the speech he had prepared on the drive to your house his stomach did flips and he felt slightly nauseous. Is this the right place? Is it time? He tried to focus on what you were saying again, he really had to get a hold on himself.

You had stopped talking and were now looking at him expectantly.

“Sorry, I completely zoned out. What was the question?” He laughed and you scowled at him playfully. “I’m sorry! You’re just so captivating,” he half joked, pretending to swoon.

“I suppose you’re off the hook, then,” You winked and his heart did another flip, “I was saying, when we’re shopping for stuff for the party I also need to find something to wear so I can do that while…”

“I’ll come with you; help you find something.” You paused as he interrupted you. He hadn’t meant to jump in so suddenly but the thought of you wearing something to the party that he had helped pick out for you sped his heart up a little bit.

“Better get a move on then, shouldn’t we?”

You left the car where it was and strolled from shop to shop idly picking up the things you needed for the night. You filled two trolleys full of beers, spirits, mixers, bags of Doritos, microwave popcorn, and anything else you might need. Tom had just filled the car up with the supplies when he looped an arm through yours and pulled you towards boutiques of women’s clothes and fancier looking stores.

“No, Tom, we’ll just head to th–“ Tom was already shaking his head and tugging on your arm with more insistence.

“Nope, my treat” was all he said. You knew by the look on his face that he wasn’t budging so you willingly went into the shop that looked far too expensive for you. You were idly admiring different dresses and outfits, still unsure about Tom spending so much money on you when he slid his hand into yours and pulled you around to face him.

“I want you to pick 5 outfits you like, without looking at the price tags and go try them on.” He held your gaze and didn’t look away or let go of your hand until you nodded. You sifted through the rails and shelves of clothes, holding some up to Tom for his approval and he’d give you thumbs up or down. A handful of times he would suggest something for you and you were surprised at just how good a sense for fashion the man had, for someone that usually only wore shades of black.

Eventually, you had the 5 things you liked and were on your way to the changing rooms to try them on. The first; skinny black jeans with rips in them and a cropped, burgundy jumper that wrapped around the back, exposing a lot of skin. You pulled back the curtain and twirled around for Tom to see. You both agreed that while it was a lovely outfit, it wasn’t apt for the blazing house party he had planned. You tried on the rest of your outfits; a flowy cream dress with buttons from the bosom to the hem, a strappy, black, sheer top with a black denim skirt, and an elegant, red jumpsuit that really accentuated your hips and your waist but the show stopper was the emerald green velvet dress you tried on last, the one Tom had picked out for you. The colour complimented your eyes and you skin tone perfectly, long sleeves to hold back the January chill and it came down to mid-thigh. You had paired it with black tights and high chunky heeled leather ankle boots which brought you almost to the same height as Tom. You stepped out and Tom didn’t say anything as he stared at your form. Your head tiled slightly and you opened your mouth to ask if it was too much when Tom’s eyes finally met yours.

“Yes. That’s the one. Wow. I- Wow.” You were blushing, you could feel it. You could also feel Tom’s eyes all over you, especially where the velvet fabric clung to your chest and your hips. You didn’t feel insecure or self-conscious though, the way you would when other men would stare at you the same way at a club.

“Definitely, I really love it!” You told him as you eyed yourself in the mirror one more time.

“Okay, go on, get dressed again and pass the other things out to me so I can put them back.” He told you and you obliged, changing back into your blouse and jeans and making your way over to the cashier with your chosen outfit where Tom was waiting. He took the clothes and passed them over the counter while you busied yourself with your phone, trying not to hear the amount the clothes came to so you wouldn’t have a heart attack, when you noticed you had a text from Anna.

Anna: Hey, how was your lunch? Did you tell him? Did you find something to wear? Is it hot?

You chuckled to yourself, typing a speedy reply, reminding her to behave later on and telling her about the outfit you’d picked out.

You looked up just as Tom thanked the cashier and took the bag from her. He beamed at you and you both walked back to the car, chatting animatedly about the night ahead. When you got to Tom’s house you had about an hour and a half to get ready before everyone started arriving so you shouted a quick ‘hello’ to Harrison and Harry who were arguing in the kitchen about what drinking games they should play before heading into Tom’s room to get ready for the night. Tom followed you in with more bags and you looked at him confusedly.

He placed them down on his bed and looked at you like he was in trouble

“They all looked so good, I couldn’t help but get them…” He said with a small smile as you slowly understood what he was saying. You stepped forward and peered into the bags he had set down. The other 4 outfits you had tried on were folded perfectly in the bag.

“Tom!? Why would you get them all?! Where’s the receipt? I need to know. You- Thank you, Tom, but you shouldn’t have!” He laughed slightly as you scrambled through the bag before he took your hands in his.

“It’s not in there – Stop Y/N!” He laughed, “I took it out already. Listen, I haven’t seen my bestest friend in months and I wanted to treat her. I never get to buy you anything and you know I can afford it so stop worrying. Plus, you can’t look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t love how you looked in all of them.” You eyed him faux-angrily but it didn’t last. You couldn’t help but break under his puppy-dog eyes.

“You’re a div. But, thank you. I don’t know what I’ll wear these outfits to but I love them, thank you.” He let go of your hands and mumbled about letting you get dressed. “Wait, Tom,” you suddenly remembered the nightmare you’d had the night before, still convinced it was a premonition, “where can I put my things when I’m done? You know… in case…Don’t wanna be interrupting anything to get my toothbrush in the morning” You gave an awkward chuckle and made a motion with your hands since Tom looked at you like you’d grown another head before realisation dawned on him.

“Oh! What? No, leave it here! There’s no one- I thought- Aren’t you staying here?” He asked and you thought there was a shadow of disappointment on his face.

“Oh, well sure I can but- Just in ca- Only if you’re su..-“

“I’m sure.” He cut you off and there was a twinge of annoyance in his face before it was gone and replaced by a small smile. “You always stay in my room after a party, why would that change?” You both stared at each other for a few moments, unsure of what to say before he broke eye contact and headed to the kitchen, shouting over his shoulder that he’d bring you a drink while you got ready.

You stepped into Tom’s shower in the adjoining bathroom and let the hot water run over you while you got your thoughts together. You knew Anna was going to cause some sort of trouble tonight, maybe even get Haz in on it, and you knew she was right to. You were just hurting yourself by trying to push how you felt away. Maybe if you just told him it would be easier? Even if he didn’t feel the same way, you were being honest with him and you could work out a way to keep being best friends. Would that work? Or would he just start avoiding you until you were just strangers. You huffed in frustration, stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel. You waltzed out into the bedroom and saw that Tom had left a Gin and Tonic on his dresser for you, you smiled and took a sip before getting to work on your hair.

Just as you were halfway though the process of putting on makeup Tom stepped into the room.

“Hey, you mind if I start showering and whatnot? I’ll knock before I come out of the bathroom in case you’re getting changed.” He was standing at his wardrobe, pulling out different coloured articles of clothing before pulling out black jeans, a black t-shirt, and black studded jacket. You laughed under your breath at his ‘daring’ choice of colour as he was heading for the bathroom and shutting the door.

You continued getting ready, finishing your makeup and donning your new outfit before spraying a bit of hairspray to keep your waves in place. You had about 15 minutes before guests started arriving and you were just zipping up your boots when Tom came out of the shower, t-shirt straining against his muscles, jacket in hand, and stopped dead, watching you stand up to adjust the neckline of your dress.

“I thought you were going to knock.” You said teasingly. He made an ‘O’ with his mouth and put his hand over his eyes.

“I’m so sorry! I was in a world of my own and completely forgot. You look incredible, darling.”

“Not too bad, yourself.” You told him. He seemed to be deliberating something for a minute. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times and you looked at him expectantly before he seemed to decide against what he was going to say.

“Shall we?” He mocked in a goofy accent and you took his arm that he had proffered for you. As you walked into the kitchen you heard a loud wolf whistle come from Tuwaine who was already about 4 bottles of beer down.

“Damn, Y/N. You’re looking well! Who’s the lucky guy?” He asked with a wink and you felt the blush creeping up your neck, causing him and the other boys to laugh. With the exception of Tom, you failed to notice, who gave Tuwaine a hard, disapproving look that he simply waved off.

Just then the front door opened and Anna came strutting in, looking like a model as usual with her strawberry blonde waves falling down around her shoulders, long legs that went on for days, and perfect little figure, with Harrison hot on her heels. She quickly engulfed you in a hug as Harrison gave you a nod and a smile.

“You look incredible! Did Tom have anything to do with that outfit?!” She asked lowly so the boys wouldn’t hear.

“More like everything! He wouldn’t even let me pay for it or the other outfits I liked!” Her eyes widened and mischievous smile appeared on her face.

“Well, now I know I was definitely right about how he feels,” she winked obnoxiously at you, “Haz picked me up! I was about to order a taxi when I got a text to say he was outside. Such a gent! Has he said anything? Do you think you could find out what his intentions are? Would that be weird? Thank you so much for giving me your blessing!” She whispered at a million miles an hour. Once you might have found it hard to keep up with the sheer amount of questions she asked in one breath and how quickly she jumped from topic to topic but now that you were used to her you laughed and waved her off for the most part.

“I’ll subtly talk to him as long as you promise not to say a word to Tom about me, deal?” You held out your pinky. She eyed you narrowly but eventually she took it in hers and let out an exasperated sigh to show you she wasn’t happy with it, but it was a deal.

Soon enough, the party was in full swing. The front door had opened and closed about a dozen times, spilling people you hadn’t seen in ages, and some you had, into the house. You weaved in and out of conversations, catching up with friends and introducing yourself to a couple of people you didn’t know. Your hand was never without a drink in it, whether it was Tom handing you a goblet of Gin & Tonic with a soft “Here ya go, darling”, or one of the twins keeping you topped up without you even noticing, or Anna insisting you two did shots of whatever looked like it would fuck you up the most – you had managed to fake taking most of those shots and she was already fairly tipsy so she had yet to notice.

It was close to 11pm when you caught Harrison standing alone on his phone in the kitchen. You sidled over to him and bumped your shoulder into his. You two had drifted slightly after the breakup, feeling a bit awkward around each other but after a while things went back to the way they were before you dated and he ended up being another one of your closest friends.

“Whatcha doing?” You asked him and he smiled at you. His eyes fleeted around the room for a second before landing on Anna who was dancing goofily with Harry.

“Trying to get my act together and ask her out. Every time I try and think of what to say I end up sounding like an idiot in my head.” He groaned and rubs a hand over his face. You gave him a sympathetic look and threw your arm around his shoulders.

“You never had any trouble asking me out, did I not make you nervous enough?” You put your hand on your chest, feigning offense, and he laughed loudly at you.

“Come off it, you might not have thought I had trouble but believe me, I did.” His eyes caught something across the room and he coughed slightly and took a step back from you while turning his body towards you. “So, do you think I have a chance?” You glanced around the room to see what had caught his eye but all you could see was Anna now begging Tuwaine to dance with her and Tom talking closely to a girl you didn’t quite recognise, something that narrowed your eyes slightly and forced a small frown on your face, which Harrison did not fail to notice.

“Yeah, definitely. You should go for it, ask her out. You two would be great together.” You mumbled to him distractedly, finally tearing your eyes away from Tom and the mystery woman. Harrison was looking at you with concern etched across his face, no longer worried about Anna.

“Y/N? Everything okay?.” You forced a smile onto your face and nodded too quickly. You turned towards the counter and began refilling your drink while trying desperately to dismiss all thoughts of the nightmare you’d had the night before. It couldn’t actually happen, could it? He did say that he wasn’t bringing anyone to his room that night… What if he’d changed his mind?

“Y/N. You need to talk to him.” Your eyes snapped to Harrison who had a kind yet worried smile on his face. “This isn’t good for either of you.”

You gasped, “You know?!” He laughed slightly and nodded. “How long?!” You were slightly worried. If he had known, was that the real reason you broke up?

“Have for a while. I kind of always thought it but was never sure.” He smiled at you and then when he saw your horrified expression he rushed to explain, “That’s not why we… y’know? You were amazing and I didn’t think badly of you. I genuinely did, and do, think we are better as friends!” It was your turn to laugh as you put a hand on his shoulder.

“Good, because you weren’t just a second choice, Haz, I did really like you. But you are also right, we’re much better as friends. Friends that can be each other’s wingmen?” He laughed loudly again and nodded enthusiastically.

“Absolutely! Now, how do I ask Anna out?”

Tom had been bouncing from person to person, catching up on their antics while he was away and he was having the time of his life. He had been sneaking glances at you all night and you also looked like you were having a great night. He was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol in his system, a lot faster than he used to as a result of having not drank in a while with how busy he’s been. Haz had cornered him in the kitchen while you were getting ready and quizzed him about your lunch together. After telling Haz he didn’t tell you about how he felt, Haz had made him promise he’d tell you tonight and so that’s what he’d do. A little bit of Dutch courage in him made him feel a bit more confident in how things would go after he told you. He supposed he had better tell you before either of you were too far under the influence of alcohol but you looked like you were having such a good time and he didn’t know when the right time was to interrupt and tell you.

Just as he had decided to go for it, a familiar face appeared in front of him. One he hadn’t seen in a long while, so long that he almost didn’t recognise her, not to mention her once short, blonde hair was now long and a deep brown colour.

“Hi Tom, long time no see. You know, every time I see you it’s like you get better looking.” Sophia, the last girl he had dated, about a year and a half ago, before he had caught her in the lap of another man while they were out on Tom’s birthday and swiftly told her to get lost. He had been getting annoyed by her before that anyway, she treated Y/N like absolute shit, wasn’t interested in getting to know his brothers, and when she thought he couldn’t see her, she rolled her eyes whenever he made a joke. However, he would be calm and polite to her now. Nothing was going to ruin his mood.

“Sophia, hi. How’ve you been? I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” He smiled as warmly as he could, while looking around her to see that Y/N hadn’t moved. Sophia moved in front of his view again, tossing her long brunette hair over her shoulder.

“I’m here with Jack, we’ve been seeing each other and he invited me along. We’re not exclusive yet though.” She added with a wink as she ran her hand along his arm. His insides squirmed at the action and his temper flared a tiny bit, though he kept his face civil and polite.

As he thought of a way to get away from her, he heard a loud laugh from the other side of the room. He glanced towards the kitchen and saw that you had your arm thrown around Harrison, the two of you standing close to each other in conversation, laughing at something between the two of you. Haz caught his eye and Tom couldn’t help the hard, unimpressed look he shot him. Jealousy was a raging storm inside him and he couldn’t for the life of him think rationally. Sophia had watched the interaction and instantly began beaming, a sly glint in her eye. She stepped in closer to Tom and drew his attention back to her, hand delicately placed on his chest.

“I’ve really missed you, you know. I really hate myself for letting you go.” She drawled, trailing his hand along his chest, dipping lower and lower, while the other hand circled his bicep. His temper flared and suddenly he was seeing red.

“Get your hands off me and get out of my house. You really think you even have a sliver of chance after what you did? And now you’re trying it again when the guy you’re seeing is sitting not 10 feet away? Pathetic.” He ripped his arm from her grasp, grabbed another drink from the kitchen table, and stalked out of the room in a rage. He sat in his room, calming himself down and taking long gulps from his drink. He knew in the back of his mind that Harrison would never go behind his back and that you two were just friends but he just couldn’t get the idea out of his head that you still had feelings for Harrison.

There was a light knock on the door which Tom decided to ignore. The door opened slowly, and a mass of strawberry blonde waves popped around it. Anna hesitated in the doorway, head around the door as her eyes fell on Tom sitting on the floor against the wall, taking steady swigs from his drink. He raised his eyebrows are her in question and, in response, she held up two shot glasses in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other. She got a small smile out of him as he motioned for her to sit beside him.

“I saw what happened back there with Sophia and when you didn’t come back out to the party after 15 minutes I decided to bring the party to you.” She beamed at him while handing him a shot of tequila. He chuckled lightly and took the drink from her eagerly. “She’s a real piece of work. Though, I didn’t think you cared enough about her to let her upset you.”

“I don’t.” He grimaced as the shot went down his throat. “She pissed me off, yeah, but… That’s not why…” He let out a long sigh. “Y/N’s not interested in Haz, is she?” He nibbled on his bottom lip and kept his gaze to the ground until Anna burst out laughing and Tom looked at her in utter confusion.

“I’d hope not if she gave me the green light to get with him! No, she’s not interested in Haz, she’s currently putting a good word in for me with him.” She laughed and downed another shot, Tom followed her lead. His hopes that had been shot were now recovering and he started to feel eager to speak to you as soon as possible.

“I have to talk to her… It’s definitely time to tell her how I feel.” He started as he moved to stand up.

“Tell who how you feel?” Your head popped around the door that Anna had left ajar and suddenly Tom didn’t feel so confident anymore. As he got to his feet the room began to spin and the tequila mixed with the nerves in his stomach were not helping his current state. Anna’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she quickly scooped up the bottle of tequila and slipped out of the room as quickly as she could.

“You. Tell you.” Tom was frozen to the spot and words were beginning to fail him. The room was spinning faster and faster and his stomach did not feel so good. He tried to take deep breaths but that only made him feel worse. You were looking at him expectantly, maybe even hopefully? Or was that just his inebriated head giving him false hope?

“Tell me what, Tom? Are you okay?” You stepped forward and put your hand on his arm.

“Tell you… I feel sick…” Tom slurred. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and then watched his face blanch.

“Okay, let’s go. Come on.” You quickly guided him into the bathroom, half supporting his weight as he stumbled over his own feet. As soon as you got him into the bathroom the floodgates opened and Tom was heaving over the toilet; beer and tequila and whatever else he had drank being purged from his system. “Oh, you owe me big time.” You tried to rub his back while also not get sick yourself. When he was finished he turned around and sat on the tiles of the bathroom floor, regaining a bit of colour in his face. “Okay, get yourself cleaned up and I’ll be right back.” You told him, leaving to grab water and the pain killers he would inevitably need before he could protest.

When you got back to him, he was lying shirtless on his bed, clad only in a pair of sweatpants with his arm thrown over his eyes. You notice that he had cleaned himself and the bathroom up already. You giggled at the state he was in as you set the water down and one eye peeked out from under his arm, eyebrow raised, and the ghost of a smile on his face.

“What’s so funny? Are you laughing at me while I’m in this vulnerable state? I can’t believe you.” He whined which only increased your giggling. You set yourself down on the bed beside him and his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Tom, if you get sick on me I will kill you.” He sniggered and held you closer, burying his nose into your shoulder and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t 100% okay with this.

“I feel better now.” He told you, letting out a very content sigh.

You listened to his breathing getting deeper, slower. “Tom? Were you actually just going to tell me you felt sick?” You questioned. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Could you be right? Was he really going to say what you thought he was? Except, there was no answer from him, his breathing was deep and calm. He was fast asleep. “Because… Well, I was hoping you’d say something different. That maybe you’d tell me that the way you felt about me was more than a friendship… The way I feel about you…” You mumbled to yourself, slowly following his lead and drifting off to sleep.

Tom had chickened out. You gave him the perfect opportunity to tell you how he felt but instead he had pretended to be asleep but it didn’t matter anymore! You felt the same way! He fought hard to keep the smile off his face as he eventually drifted off to sleep.

Sunlight streamed in the window of Tom’s room as you slowly began to wake up. Your head was pounding, your mouth dry. The first thing you noticed was that Tom wasn’t beside you anymore which wasn’t all that strange, he was always the first to wake up between you two. You grimaced as you remembered you were still wearing the dress you had worn last night, Tom having not given you a chance to change before he engulfed you in an iron grip. You slowly got to your feet, holding your head in one hand as if to stop it falling off. Rummaging through Tom’s drawers you took out a pair of joggers and a baggy t-shirt that smelled exactly like him and made your way to the bathroom to shower.

When you were finally clean and fresh, feeling much better already, you went back to Tom’s room only to find him sprawled on the bed scrolling though his phone, two steaming mugs of tea and copious slices of toast stacked on a plate sitting on the bedside table.

He jumped up when he noticed you, eyes scanning your body and smiling appreciatively at the fact you were wearing his clothes. “Good morning! All the clothes I bought you and you still wear mine?” He teased. You rolled your eyes playfully ay him and plonked yourself on the bed beside him.

“What’s all this? What did I do to deserve tea and toast in bed?” You took a bite out of some toast and watched Tom as he seemed to be sorting through words in his head.

“Well, it’s not a grand spread of breakfast in bed or anything… Just wanted to do something nice for you since I cut your night short last night, being sick and that…” He trailed off, not quite meeting your eyes. You were about to answer, tell him that of course you would look after him when he’s not feeling great when he cut you off.

“I can’t skirt around the truth anymore, Y/N, and this is something I should have said ages ago. It’s time to just tell you, because I don’t think I’m being fair to either of us.” He took a deep breath and finally looked up to meet your eyes, making your breath stop in your throat as you were utterly captivated by his chocolate eyes, unable to look away. “I am completely in love with you. Always have been, I just never knew how to tell you, or when it would be time to tell you. But… I think it’s time. And I heard what you said last night but I kind of chickened out… and also I felt that I shouldn’t say anything because I was quite drunk and I –“ You cut him off as you quickly but gently pressed your lips against his, the slice of toast you had been holding long forgotten. His hand came up quickly to cup your cheek and he immediately kissed you back. You both broke apart for a moment and rested your forehead against his.

“I never, ever thought you could possibly feel the same. I’ve tried so hard to not fall in love with you for that reason but I definitely failed.” You giggled and he held you close.

“Oh, how wrong you were.” He laughed as he leaned in again, catching your lips in his in a far more intense and passionate kiss. One hand grasping for your waist as the other one tangled itself in your hair. You were both barely aware of any of your surroundings, utterly lost in each other as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, prompting you to part your lips slightly, allowing him access.

You had imagined this for years, always thinking that if you ever got the opportunity your head and heart would combust, yet now you felt at complete ease, almost as if your lips belonged right there attached to his. You could feel him smiling into the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Eventually breaking apart from your lips and tracing light, open kisses from your jaw down your neck. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs and you tried your best to ignore it. It was better to take things slow, right?

Tom’s hand had the t-shirt you were wearing balled into his fist, trying to keep his hands from your skin until the temptation was too much. He tentatively slid his hand under the shirt, resting it just above your hip bone as his thumb gently brushed the skin there. The action was in complete opposition to the kisses he was placing along your neck which were becoming hungrier by the second, teeth nipping ever so slightly. You involuntarily let out a quiet moan which didn’t go unnoticed by Tom who laughed breathily against your skin. He pulled away and your eyes met, silently questioning how far you wanted to go. You could see the undeniable want in his eyes and you knew yours looked the same by the way Tom nodded slightly, silent understanding passing between you both as he latched his lips onto yours and both of his hands slipped under your t-shirt, holding your waist close to him.

You ran your hands under his shirt, fingers rippling over his abs as you pulled the offensive garment up over his head, breaking the kiss to allow for the movement. Tom took this opportunity to also tug your t-shirt off you, leaving you bare on top since you hadn’t put on a bra after your shower. His sharp intake of air brought your attention to him as he gazed at your half naked form appreciatively. His eyes worked their way up your body to your eyes and he pulled you close again.

“Always knew you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever known but Christ, that seems like an understatement now.” He pulled you into another breath-taking kiss as his hands worked up your body, one hand cupping you breast, the other one lightly brushing over your nipple making your body arch into his. He played with your boobs until your nipples were stiff peaks and the core between your legs was dripping and aching for attention. Tom wrapped an arm around your waist and gently lowered you onto your back, positioning himself over you as his mouth dipped to lightly suck on your nipple, the sensation going straight to your core. You squirmed and rubbed your thighs together for any sort of release, prompting Tom to lower one hand down the waistband of your joggers. He teased you for a bit, ghosting his fingers over the skin just above until you whined in his mouth. His hand then dipped under the waistband and cupped your heat, the sudden change in feeling eliciting a whimper from you. His fingers danced around both your clit and your entrance, teasing you until you began whining and in retaliation, you very softly palmed the prominent bulge in his sweatpants forcing him to grind down on you to get more friction.

He turned and dipped his head into your shoulder. “Okay, I get it. I’ll stop teasing.” He laughed as he ran a finger through your folds, making you shiver in anticipation, before dipping one finger slowly into you, moving in and out. Your hand found his length and pulled him free of his sweatpants, matching his pace and slowly moving your hand up and down. He tried to keep his hips still but ended up thrusting into your hand slightly each time you purposefully moved a bit slower than he wanted. He inserted another long finger into you, pumping slightly faster now and using his thumb to massage circles around your clit, brushing against the bundle of nerves every so often until you were writhing beneath him. He hovered over you, marvelling at every movement you were making, his eyes full of admiration as he slowly withdrew his hand. You whined slightly until you realised what he was doing. He lowered himself down, hooking his fingers into your joggers and underwear and pulling them off in one motion. He sat back on his heels for a moment, admiring the view before pulling his own pants and underwear off allowing you to see his cock for the first time; longer than you’d thought it would be, and you’d thought about it a lot in the small hours of the night when you needed a release, and definitely thicker. Before he’d had a chance to move, you sat forward and leaned down, wrapping your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue around it, before you lowered your mouth down, painstakingly slow, earning a gasp followed by a low groan from the man above you. One hand steadied himself on the bed while the other tentatively rested on the back of your head.

“Fuck, darling. Always imagined you’d be good at that.” His words alone sent shockwaves to your core and you whined slightly around his cock, bobbing up and down and using your hand to massage whatever you couldn’t get with your mouth. “As much as I love this, princess, I’m not gonna last much longer.” You eased off him and he pulled you up for a kiss before gently pushing you back on the bed. “You sure you want this?” He asked before placing sweet kisses along your jaw line.

“Are you serious? I honestly don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.” You told him honestly. He beamed at you and placed his hands underneath your thighs to pull you down the bed towards him, but then hesitated.

“I don’t have any… Ugh, I have no condoms. I can go ask Harrison but that might be weird.” He scratched the back of his head and you giggled.

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean so if you are too? I’m good with it.” He grinned eagerly and leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips as he lined himself up against your entrance.

“You ready, love?” You whined against his lips and he took that as a ‘yes’, slowly pushing himself into you until he had bottomed out. You both groaned lowly in unison and he pressed his forehead against yours until you signalled that he could move. He started to thrust into you, building speed as he was going. From your view, he looked like a God. Toned arms holding himself up over you, sunlight bouncing off his already slightly tanned, toned body, eyebrows furrowed in absolute pleasure. You wrapped an arm around his bicep while the other hand found purchase on his shoulder, scratching at the skin ever so slightly. It was tentative; neither of you really knew what the other liked in bed but you were eager to learn what got him going.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, love. Such a good girl.” You groaned at his words and tightened around him. “Oh, does someone have a little praise kink?” He sniggered and picked up the pace of his thrusts, pounding into you harder and faster than before, causing you to moan out, a mantra of his name falling from your lips only encouraging him to go harder still until he pulled out, leaving you empty and confused. He flashed you a smile and a wink before flipping you over and pulling you back by the hips, forcing you to hold yourself up by your arms as he entered you again from a different angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you and making you cry out in pleasure again.

“Fuck, Tom. Right there, don’t stop.” Your words encouraged him to pound faster, drawing breathy moans out of you.

“How do you feel so good? So tight around me.” His fingers were likely leaving bruises on your hips as he held onto you for dear life. Your arms were buckling underneath you until you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. You let you arms fall, keeping your ass in the air, deepening the angle further causing Tom to groan loudly. “Fuck, love. I can’t… You gonna take my cum?” You were a mewling mess underneath him.

“Tom, please…” Words were failing you as his thrusts sped up until he gripped your hips as if they were the only things keeping him grounded and his movements started getting sloppy. He gave out a loud grunt and you felt him release inside of you with each thrust until he collapsed on top of you, placing open mouthed kisses on your shoulder. You giggled and twisted around the face him, both of you breathing heavy and looking at each other in awe. You sighed contently and placed a kiss on his nose.

“Oh, don’t think for a second that I’m forgetting about you, love.” He smiled wickedly as his fingers attach themselves to your clit again. You threw your head back in pleasure as Tom laughed and began placing wet kisses all the way down your body before licking a long stripe up your folds causing you to let out a high-pitched moan. He started slowly lapping at your clit, alternating between kitten licks and delving his tongue into your folds, tasting both himself and you. You run your fingers through the short hair on his head, trying your best to tug him closer to your aching core. He sucks at your clit, making you wild as you start your climb to the pique of an orgasm. You’re thrusting your hips upwards, trying to get the most friction possible until he wraps a strong arm around them and holds you down, his eyes meeting yours as he laps devilishly slowly and he uses his other hand to pump two fingers in and out of you simultaneously. Your eyes are rolling in the back of your head at the absolute heavenly sensations and you can feel yourself nearing your orgasm, building and building. The hand that Tom was using to hold your hips down comes up and intertwines his fingers with yours. You squeeze his hand gently, your thighs beginning to shake as your orgasm reaches its zenith and you feel absolute euphoria as Tom continues to lick and suck and graze his teeth along your clit. Eventually, the area becomes so sensitive that you have to push Tom’s head away from you, laughing and whining when he refuses to stop licking. You scramble to get away from him, sending you both into fits of giggles and laughter. Tom crawls back up the bed and pulls you to his chest, both of you catching your breath. You turn towards him to find him already staring at you.

“I suppose now is a good time to ask you out to dinner?” He asks and you both burst out laughing again. “As my girlfriend, this time?” He adds when the laughter subsides.

“Yes, please. Only if you continue to call me that.” You lean up to kiss him gently. It was then you hear the banging coming from down the hall. And the moans.

“Is that…?”

“Haz and Anna. Yep.” He answers you. Which only starts the laughter up again.

Eventually you both calm down, looking into each other’s eyes and holding each other close. Tom’s hand is running through your hair and you’re running your hand along his arm.

“So much for the cups of tea.” Tom eyed the now freezing cold mugs on the bedside table. “And the hangovers.” He laughed.

“How did it take us so long to do that?” You ask him earnestly.

“Until now, it just wasn’t time, love.”

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tom-holland-stuff · 4 years

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Letter Opener

A/N: hi guys I finally had motivation to write something. I found this as an idea written in my notes and its like 12:00pm so you know naturally I was like “sure”. sorry for any spelling mistakes I really couldn’t be bothered but you know. also should I start a tag list, let me know.

Summery: mob tom misses/forgets about his date with Charlie and this is what goes down in the aftermath.

pairing: Mob!Tom x Mob!Femreader

warnings: some smut sort of implied and swearing.

Tom sits at his large wooden desk rubbing his temples. He has had a massive headache all day and nothing he has tried is making it go away. He believes it has something to do with the fact that he feels like he is forgetting something but he has been too caught in a haze all day because of his irritated skull.

That was until he heard the clicking of heals moving closer to his office door.

“Oh shit” he mumbles to himself. Tom try’s to brace himself for the hurricane that is about to enter the room and destroy him, for you see tom didn’t just forget anything, oh no, he forgot about a date that he had planned with his loving girlfriend y/n. However he could tell he was not about to see that side of her now.

Just as he gets his thoughts together the double oak doors push open and a gorges girl wearing a tight black satin dress struts in with a look of murder on her face. She spots her pray immodestly and makes a line for the kill.

As she approaches toms desk he begins to muster every apology you could think of out of his mouth “baby I-i’m so sorry. I have n-n0 I-idea what I was thinking“ he stutters. As tom talks y/n stands at the edge of the desk with a scowl on her face, but as he continues to blabber on her eyes wonder to the stationary placed perfectly on the side of his desk. One particular utensil catches her eye, a letter opener. Similar to a knife. She picks it up and begins to twirl it around in her fingers.

While tom stutters he notices what she is doing. With this and his headache he become less apologetic and more enraged. He stops for a second. Finally bursting he yells “WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME”.

With this y/n grabs Tom’s tie “No you better listen to ME Holland.” She starts in a tone ready to kill. “You miss one more date and I’ll show you everything I’ve learnt from growing up in a mob. You’ll be begging for death” with the last word y/n slams the letter opener she had in her dandy hands into Tom’s tie, pinning him to the table.

Shocked by the action tom looks down at his now pierced tie and then back at again at Y/n. She stands there with her arms folded in-front of her dress with I sickening smirk on her face. Would it be bad if he said he was little turned on right now.

His eyes start to wonder down her figure when all of a sudden he feels to perfectly manicured fingers harshly grab his chin and force him to look y/n in the eye. “Are you listening” she says in a fake tone making sure to drag the end of the word to exaggerate it. All he can do is nod.

With that y/n stands up straight and begins to make her way to the door. Before she completely exits she turns around and says “don’t be too much longer.” With that she slides through the door. Tom only just makes out her words “I’ll be waiting” as he watches her figure strut down the hallway.

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cosmicdaya · 5 years

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sir we can see those airpods,, pls don’t flex on us

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hufflepuffhollander · 5 years

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by the light of a flame: a tom holland imagine

hello again! got a request to write a blurb-ish length bit where tom x reader are caught in a storm (just a platform for a shit ton of fluff)

this is another attempt at a one shot sans dialogue, all from tom’s point of view.

hope you love it!

no warnings here, just toothaching sweetness. (thank me later)

It was a rainy night.

Lightning bolts created a temporary daylight through the windows, thunder shook the walls. The power had gone out hours ago.

Tom lit the last flame of the arsenal of candles they’d splayed out across the coutertops, being careful to keep them away from the paintings she’d hung on the walls.

She walked into the den carrying a pile of blankets so high he could only see her eyebrows above it. She loved building blanket forts, he loved how much she loved something so innocent, so simple. It didn’t take much to keep her happy, and he did the absolute most to make sure she stayed that way. Never had he met anyone so enthralled with simplicity, full of raw, powerful emotion to share with the people she loved, only requiring a fraction of it back to be satiated.

He watched her hips sway side to side more so than usual, carrying the weight of the woven fleece. Her small frame continuing to carry her with grace, small curves and divots in her silhouette flowing smoothly with each stride. Step, after step, after step.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

He watched her like it was the first time he’d ever seen anyone move.

Arranging the blankets and couch cushions on the floor to her satisfaction, she walked over to him, taking his hands in hers, leading him to their safe haven amongst the candlelight. He pressed his fingers lightly into her soft palms, reveling in the warmth that they radiated up his arms, to his heart, through his whole body.

A pang of thunder made her shiver; his first instinct to hold her close until the reverb dissipated into the air. He sat down amongst the pillows, pulling her into his lap, perched up on one leg so he could see her face. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose ever so slightly into the hem of his shirt. He could smell the faint hint of shampoo in her hair, and it smelled like home.

Another clap of thunder, another strike of lightning slashed through the night. The rain teemed on their rooftop, the soft patter a soothing metronome to which he could feel her steady heartbeat with his hand wrapped around her side and onto her ribs. Drum, drum, drum.

So delicate. Be gentle.

She lifted her head up to meet his eyes right as the sky burst into another fleeting dazzle of yellow, and it highlighted the outline of her face, her jawbone, her cheek. By lightning or candlelight, she was lit up only for an instant, and he had to savor every millisecond that he could see her in full, taking in her soft features, loving the visible curvature of her smile. She always smiled at him like that; he couldn’t get enough.

They stayed this way, tucked under blankets and into each other, inhaling the mist in the air, exhaling soft words of affirmation. Quietly enough so the rain wouldn’t hear them, keeping them safe from the storm.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

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&& that’s all she wrote! please let me know if you want to see more stuff like this! it’s my absolute favorite shit to write.

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goddamnitashlee · 6 years

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King of the World Chapter Two | Tom

Tom can’t believe his luck. He wasn’t even going to come out tonight, too worn out from the days work plus taking that final, but now he’s thanking the stars that his best mate Harrison forced him to come out. As soon as she entered the bar it was like he could sense her, the same way he did earlier that day. Her brown locks were curled down her back, her neck exposed. She didn’t notice him when she came up to the bar with her friends to order drinks, but that was okay. He wanted to watch her, see what she was all about.

She’s having fun, her hands are in the air and she’s shaking her body in gentle sways back and forth. Tom maintains control of himself for a few songs, wanting to simply watch her; see the way her body moves, how her eyes close and he can tell she’s letting the music move her. After this last song though he can’t hold it anymore, he’s gotta get his hands on her. He slowly makes his way to her, coming up behind her carefully so she doesn’t see who it is. She leans into the touch and he whispers in her ear. He can feel her shiver and he declares to himself he’s going to make her do that over and over again. They begin to dance, moving against each other so perfectly. The song ends much sooner than he would like, but he’s dying to see what she’s going to do when she realizes it’s him. He turns her around and she stares, and stares, and continues to stare.

He smirks and says into her ear, “I’m Tom by the way, in case you were ever going to ask me my name. Tom Holland.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I’m Marie,” she tells him as she extends her hand out towards him.

He takes it and instead of shaking it, he pulls her towards him. He can hear her grasp, and he makes another declaration to himself: he is definitely going to make that sound come out of that mouth again. He begins to slowly move his body against hers to the beat of the song. It takes her a second to respond, but when he grinds himself against her he can feel her shiver again and start to move. He brings her hands back up around his neck and he grips her waist and moves them together. The bodies surrounding him disappears, and all Tom can feel and see is this beautiful and surprisingly seductive girl that is in front of him.

Somewhere in the middle of the song, she turns around, keeping her hands around his neck but bringing her ass against his front. This girl is going to fucking kill him. He starts to roam his hands all over her body and brings his lips down to her neck. He gives her a gentle kiss there and pulls back, silently asking her if it’s okay to continue. She answers by turning her head to the side, exposing more of her delicate skin. Tom wastes no time in marking her, and with each shiver and groan she makes he nibbles a little harder. Damn, he wants this girl bad.

As if she can read his mind, she takes his hands and starts to drag him outside. They’re walking for a bit, hand in hand, silent, when she looks up at him and smiles at him with her perfectly plump lips. The streetlight above them gives him enough light to see her facial features, and goddamn she’s beautiful. Her eyes are a light blue that he’s convinced is actually gray, and he’s close enough to her that he can see brown specks around her blown pupils. Freckles are scattered across her cheeks and nose and he’s never really loved freckles before but they are now his favorite thing in the world.

Tom can’t wait anymore and pulls her into a secluded alleyway. He pushes her against the wall and slowly leans in, gently grazing his lips against hers. She surprises him by pulling him closer by the hem of his shirt and deepening the kiss. Tom loses track of time, completely lost within this girl. His hands are never on the same part of her body for more than a few seconds, and her hands are tangled in his hair. As Tom begins to hoist one of her legs around his waist she brings her head back and looks up at the sky as she takes a deep breath.

He pauses and lets her collect herself. If he wasn’t staring so intently at her he probably would have missed the signs, but lucky for him he sees her spasm and turns her around so she can vomit on the ground. He’s holding onto her tightly so she doesn’t fall to the ground, and after a few minutes of her emptying her stomach he thinks she might be done. He’s about to ask her if she’s okay when she goes limp in his arms.

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yourbrookshpaoynlteoyn · 6 years

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Save Me |ch. 1|

summary: Your mother and brother had left you a long time ago, making your father a raging alcoholic. The only thing keeping you sane was your best friend, Tom Holland.

word count: 529

comments: sorry this is kind of short! there will be longer chapters later in the series!!!

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You watched as your father poured another shot of whiskey and forced it down his throat. You knew you were about to get an earful from your father about the unacceptable decisions you had made the day before.

“You know what this is about Y/N. I hope you know how disappointed I am in your behaviour,” your father started.

“Yes, but dad, Lina and her boyfriend were both drunk! I had to do something!”

“So driving without a license, not even having your learner’s permit with you, in someone else’s car who you barely know, is ok? You could have called me!!” her father began to yell at you, which started to scare you, considering the amount of whiskey he had put down already.

“Dad I couldn’t have called you!”

“Why? Why do you think you can’t”

“BECAUSE I KNEW WHERE YOU WERE!” you began to yell, fearing what might happen if this argument continued.

“OH REALLY? WELL THEN SINCE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME THEN,” your father began to get more and more flustered.

“YOU WERE OUT AT A BAR DRINKING YOUR CRAPPY BUTT OFF! EVEN IF I DID CALL YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN TOO DRUNK TO EVEN TAKE IN WHAT I WAS SAYING! IT’S WHAT YOU ALWAYS DO DAD! YOU DRINK AND DRINK UNTIL YOU CAN’T EVEN GET UP TO WALK TO YOUR BED”

As soon as the words left your mouth he downed another shot of whiskey and walked towards you, fast. You thought about running, but running would only make it worse. You thought about screaming, but no one lived in the house except your father and you. You hoped that he wouldn’t do what you thought was coming, but you were terribly wrong. You yelped in pain as your father, the man that became an alcoholic after your mother had ran off with another man and your brother chose his mother over his father, slap you across the face. You stared back at him with fear in your hurt, blue eyes, and ran up the stairs to your room and cried. You cried until there were no more tears left for you to cry. While your father was passed out on the couch, not even thinking twice about what he had done to you.

You knew he would forget about it all in the morning. You would walk downstairs ready to leave for school. Your father would offer to take you, but you already have a ride. Tom Holland, your best friend. He had been there for you when your mother and brother had left you. Tom was sweet, kind, caring, but he was also one of the hottest guys in school. But that didn’t matter to you, you had been best friends since the 2nd grade, when you moved to LA.

“Mom I can’t do it! I don’t know anyone here,”

“Honey it will be okay. You are going to make lots of new friends!”

Just then a young boy with curly brown hair walked up to you and said “Hey, do you want to be my friend?”

“Yes of course!!”

From that day forward, you were best friends. ______________________________________________________________

#tomholland #tomhollandimagines #tomhollandfluff

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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could you do ceo!tom x wife!fem!reader

They cuddle each other in bed on the middle on morning. They’re getting dressed professionally and get back to work separately on their jobs. Few hours later, Reader went home early and start cooking for dinner, waiting for Tom to get home. In the few moments later, Tom came home and see Reader fall asleep as Tom smiled as he carry her to bed. Hope they had good day tomorrow

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Pairing- ceo!tom x wife!fem!reader

Warnings- same old domestic fluff

The warm blankets protected you from the cool morning breeze. The sunlight choosing to settle on your skin awoke you. You slowly opened your eyes to a new day. Breathed in the fresh morning air which was even more fragrant because of the fresh herbs on your window. You tossed and turned to have Tom sleep by your side. The sunlight which was on your skin had managed to escape to his face, as if it had done its job waking you up and it was Tom’s turn. But no you wouldn’t let the sunlight steal your job.

“Love?” you whispered as you ran your fingers on his smooth yet firm skin. It was a routine getting up early in the morning allowing Tom to be reactive to your touch. He stirred on the bed waking up the blankets too. Tom reached out for your waist and pulled you closer to his chest and mumbled, “Five more minutes please?” His endearing face made it difficult for you to resist his touch. You finally gave in and rested your face between his neck and shoulder.

The mischievous sunlight managed to wake up the birds too. You slowly slid away from Tom and made your way to the washroom. A splash of water on your face was enough to wash away the residual sleep and lethargy. “Do you need help?” Tom asked still half asleep as you changed into your robe and prepped your bath.

“No, thanks” you said and he chuckled teasingly. He finally got up stretched a bit and immediately made his way to the kitchen to boil the water for his tea. He got chia seeds and your fruits without taking his glance off the water as if he had rehearsed everything the day prior. Well the two years of his married life was enough practice. He returned back to your shared bedroom, yawning and walking in baby steps. He took the towel from your hand as you stepped outside your bath. You closed your eyes as he started patting your hair dry.

“Thank you my love” you kissed his cheeks as you got up from your seat. There it was the pouty face and puppy eyes; you knew exactly what it meant.

“No No babe not today. You can’t bunk work today. Now go brush your teeth.” Your words trailed off as you made your out of the shared bedroom. You turned midway and looked at him make his way into the bathroom. “Maybe you will have something to look forward to tonight” you teasingly said. That puffed walk was replaced by Tom sprinting into the bathroom. You laughed softly.

After donning your outfit for your work, you went to the kitchen to cut your fruits and preparing Tom’s tea and sandwich. After tem minutes or so you heard the bathroom door click open and you asked, “Babe where did you keep the new bunch of tissues?” “Second drawer on your left” he answered back fetching his shirt out of the outfit you already had prepared for him and lay on the bed.

Both of you finished your breakfast and picked up your respective bags and stepped outside the house. Tom was near his car when you pulled up and said, “Do you need a ride, mister?” “No thanks” he mimicked you at what you said earlier. You gasped and both of you had a heart laugh. He came over to your side and planted a kiss on your forehead and said, “Love you” you smiled and said, “Love you more.” He stepped back as you drove past him. He admired the lady you were independent yet supportive someone he could lean on and trust, something that was lost in his line of work and life. He drove swiftly to his work, hoping for a good day.

Luckily your boss had a personal event to attend, so all the employees were given an early off. What more could you have asked for? You drove back home and parked your car in the garage. You changed into your comfy clothes and went straight to the kitchen to cook dinner. After thirty minutes or so dinner was cooked and you looked for pepper as you had to sprinkle some on your salad. You looked around the kitchen and found a yellow post it.

“Pepper’s on the third shelf” it said in Tom’s handwriting. You smiled as you found the pepper on sprinkled on the salad. You packed everything up and put it in the fridge to have it reheated later when its dinner time.

You decided to watch your favorite show on Netflix. But your comfy clothes were too comfortable. Too comfortable to sit and watch Netflix so you decided for a quick nap on the couch.

Tom’s set of keys made a click sound as he dropped them while entering the house. He had already found your car in the garage so he expected you to be home. He was about to yell that he was home but he saw you sleeping on the couch. In his attempt to compress his yell he choked on air and coughed.

He hunched down to your sleeping figure and smiled, “this I was definitely looking forward to.” He carried you, trying not to disturb your sleep as he slowly put you on the bed. He changed into his pajamas and lay right beside you. He caressed your hair as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Both of you fit together like a puzzle, made for each other. There are days when things get hard because of your professional lives but it was turns out okay. As long as Tom is with you, nothing could go wrong.

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A/N- Guys I don’t have a boyfriend and you all are raising my standards af. Another amazing Fic requested by laurentrvn.tumblr.com. I loved writing this one too. Thank you so much for requesting this one and I hope I have satisfied your plot. Let me know what you think about this fic down in the comments.

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watsonundercover · 5 years

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Definition of Soulmates

Part Three

“Brosie!” The hiss of my name jolts me into reality. Ana is waving me to the back while everyone is heading out the front door, done for the day. “You uh forgot something.” She says and shoots me a wink. Maybe she needs to gab about something.

“Right, I left my phone out.” I murmur and head back. As I turn towards the desk I hear the screech of the door closing, no matter how many times we put WD-40 on it, it still does it. I then hear Ana coming back. I put my bag to the side and cross my arms as she appears. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is awesome.” She says. “First tell me how much you love me.”

“A lot, now what did you do?” I say feeling somewhat concerned with what is going on.

“I looked at the security tapes for that guy. The mister darling in your dreams.” She says all excited. I completely forgot about that. Once my younger brother got home he wanted to see the cut and sting, he watched me like a hawk until Mom got home to find us watching a transformers movie in the living room.

“And?” I ask feeling my heart flutter.

“Remember how I said I thought I recognized the people he was with? It was when I saw him that it clicked in my head. Come take a look.” She’s sat down at the desk and is zooming around the mouse for the security monitor to bring up footage from yesterday. I look, I can only see part of his face because of the hood. Ana is then doing something else, going into the actual computer and pulling something up for me to see. My heart then freezes, she’s pulled up the cast of the latest spider-man. She and I even went to see it in the theatre. She’s doing something funny, phasing the image from the security screen for me to see it next to the cast.

“Are you saying Dimitri freaking Hemlock caught me and is somehow in my dream?” I say and lean over to take in the sight of him.

“Looks like it is Gwen Stacy.” She teases.

“No, that’s, that’s crazy!” I exclaim and stare harder.

“You are the one who stared at him for a solid minute before I came and got you from him.” Ana says. “Can you fully confirm with that look too?” My gut is seizing, brain whirling to fast. Could someone like him really fall for a girl like me? Someone who likes cosmology and psychology and the metaphysics. I press my hands to my face trying to hide a mix of emotions.

“Brosie is it really that much to take in?” Ana ask.

“I just always thought it would be different, like I would hear his voice in a coffee shop and spin to see someone….. Someone good looking but that, he’s he’s freaking spider-man!”

“So you were expecting some normal dude was the one attached to you? Maybe he got famous so he could find you?” Ana says.

“That’s insane.” I say and rub at my temples. “I-I’m not that special.” My voice has broken to a whisper and I lean back into the wall away from the computer. Ana goes into her phone then holds it up to me. It’s a meme. The header ‘when ur friends say the aint pretty’ There’s then a picture of a guy hitting another with captions of love on his fists I snort and she sets her phone to the side.

“Maybe they’ll come in again.” Ana says. “You could talk to him the way you did with douche pants.” Her mockery of Ben makes me smile, I’m not the only one who thinks he’s an ass.

“Maybe.” I croak and grab my bag again.

“You’re not allowed to leave until I get a yes.” She says.

“Fine I’ll try and talk to him.” I say and roll my eyes. “Since when are you the boss of me?”

“Since you got here technically.” She says full of herself.

“Right that’s because you’ve been here so damn long.” I bite back, knowing it drives her somewhat nuts that she’s been here so long.

“Bye Mary-Jane! Lock up for me!” I pull my key out from my bag and head to the front to leave. Once I lock the door I feel the bite of the fall air. I adjust my scarf and zip up my coat before tucking my key away and walking away. I pull out my headphones for the walk home. With the Goo Goo Dolls playing I let myself relax. They’re a musical frequency that always calms me down. I cross the street then follow down the big hill to the corner and cross to the side with the mechanics and turn right to follow along the road. As I come to the end of the building where the pub is. A car pulls in front of me to slide into the back lot for the pub. I stop letting them on and continue until something cutting through my music makes my blood turn to ice.

“Darling!” It’s the voice from my dream, the same presence of the young man who saved me and held me yesterday.

I swallow a lump in my throat and slowly turn to see him coming jumping out of the car and coming towards me. I notice how he smooths out his godly mess of reddish-brown curls as he approaches me. Me, still as a mountain and very unsure if I can respond to him. Dimitri Hemlock. Someone I answered to Ben who my celebrity crush is, someone I flat out swooned over when I admitted it.

“Hi darling.” He says quietly as he lands in front of me. I bite down on my lip and look down at my feet unsure of what to say. “Um I don’t know if you recognize my voice, but I swear on my life that I’ve seen you somewhere before, it might sound crazy, but I have these dreams….”

“I do too.” I squeak cutting off his rambling, he seems to let out a deep breath and takes a step closer to me. “It was you who caught me yesterday right?” I croak.

“Yeah.” He says as his hand drifts up to fiddle with a bit of my long blonde hair.

“Um thank you, I had been having a really bad day.” I say.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” He asks.

“UH-um that would involve telling you a really long story that I don’t like.” I say and his hand moves from my hair to my cheek. My eyes flutter to it and I feel my knees shake slightly with his touch. God please tell me this isn’t some giant universal prank?

“Alright, I think I can piece it together considering the other thing I saved you from.” He murmurs. My cheeks heat up as his thumb presses into my bottom lip for a second before wrapping around my chin. My eyes wander to his lips, ones that I now really want to kiss. I bite onto my lip again and he comes closer to me, hand going to my lower back and now angling his head down to take me in. My heart stop as he starting to bring his face down to mine.

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“Oh come on!” Kallia declares as she sees the three lazy sacs we are spread out and watching TV for the first time in weeks. I’m need of a serious Netflix binge to kick off some serious relaxing. “Move over or get up!” Henry swings his legs down and she plops down with a bit of a breakfast shake.

“Any left over?” I ask eyeing it. She just points over at the blender half full. I get up and go fill a glass. We’re still getting the bearings of the room and sound from the TV, Jack assumes I can’t hear them as he asks

“So are we helping him with the girl stuff?” he’s being quiet but Henry not so much;

“We actually know her name.”

“Really? What is it?” Jack asks. Kallia looks at him intrigued

“Lady in the drug store said Brosie, guessing it’s short for something. She also said she’s been through something lately, something hard. No one really can tell what.” Henry says.

“Gunna throw it out there but you two did save her from some guy, might have something to do with that.” Kallia says all matter of fact.

“Probably.” Jack murmurs. They look over at the screen again. Kallia however looks back at me chewing on my cheek as I look over at them. I break into a smile and say;

“So are you wankers gunna help me?” She starts laughing, Henry rolls his eyes and Jack sits up.

“Anything to get you laid man.” He says.

“Don’t think that will happen that quickly.’ I say and go back over to them with the smoothie. “But I think going slow is definitely a good idea.”

“Definitely.” Kallia agrees. “And your technique in getting her attention will be?”

“Darling.” I say and her eyebrows scrunch together. I have a gulp of smoothie then explain; “It’s what I’ve said every time I’ve seen her in the trance, it’s something more than what I say with everyone else.”

“You already have a pet name? Lame.” Henry says. I shrug it off.

“If you’re going to be an ass you get to act out how he should approach her then.” She says kicking him off the loveseat they’re on.

“I’ll need a partner for that.” He bites getting up and puts and arm out her dramatically.

“Oooo I’ll do it.” Jack says getting up as Kallia gives Henry an unimpressed look. “I’ll be the girl so come flirt handsome.” He says throwing a couch pillow at him. Henry catches it and put it next Kallia who grabs it to hug. Henry and Jack now stand in front of me in the middle of the room. Jack juts out his hip and plays with his phone. Henry then steps closer and says;

“Um hi darling.” Jack dramatically squeals and throws himself at him, taking both of them down while exclaiming;

“My soulmate!”

“Yeah no, probably not happening like that.” Kalia says laughing. “Please take this seriously Jack.”

“I’ll try.” He says laughing. He and Henry get up to reset themselves. Jack strikes the same pose as before. And Henry taps his shoulder to say;

“Hello darling.” Jack turns all wide eyed.

“Your voice, I think I’ve heard it before!” He says too excited. I roll my eyes, I don’t think it will be like that, that she would act like that. How would she react? The train of thought begins knowing at my skull as I picture her and me standing in the living room. Instead of Jack taking him and Henry down as he attempts to jump in his arms, I see me holding her like I did before, her eyes stayed on mine. Jack is them attempting to burst into song like in Disney movies, he’s now aiming for entertaining us. I imagine her singing, sounding amazing, at least amazing to me. I swallow a lump in my throat as Henry manages to get through it without being taken down. I draw up the image of her being close to me, not being as dramatic as these guys, being clever, honest and well, I can’t fill in the rest.

“Alright you two can give it a rest.” I say and finish off my smoothie. My brain kicks into one good thought, I decide to voice it; “I wonder how she would react to you lot. As crazy as we can be.” I flick a bit of lint of my pants as Henry goes back to Kallia, Jack lies out again.

“It would be nice to have another girl here.” Kallia says.

“Yeah yeah you need female friends.” Henry says thinking. “Maybe she’s uber calming or something, would be good for us.”

“Yeah Dimitri is totally going for a yoga hottie who eats kale and all that shit.” Jack says sarcastically.

“I do yoga.” Kallia says and shoots him a look.

“There you can have a yoga buddy.” Henry jabs.

“I think I need some alone time.” She states and gets up with a straight back and holding onto her smoothie cup. I hold mine up to her and she takes it with her.

“Thank you.” I say and look at her, giving her more thanks than I said with my eyes, she knows I need some distracting but I need all this swirling around in a coherent manner. Images and acting, something I know and can do very easily. I wonder how she will figure all this about me. A lot of talking like most relationships go or it going to intuitional, something filling us in like the black room connecting us?

“Hey man want to go get some of those donuts that we got yesterday?” Henry asks zapping me out.

“Sure.” I say and get up to walk into the streets of Deep Cove with them.

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I’m the one who’s calm. Just as Henry depicted. But she isn’t how Jack portrayed her at all. She is wide blue eyes and stone still as I move closer and closer to her. First by my feet then, bringing my nose down to hers to gently brush. She lets out a shaky breath as I take the side of her face, fingers lacing around her jaw.

“Telling me what your thinking.” I whisper gently.

“I’m trying to convince myself that I’m dreaming.” She whispers back. I brush my nose against hers again and her body tenses up more.

“You’re not dreaming darling.” I say and dive in for the kiss, holding her so tightly as her hands snake around my neck as she eagerly kisses me back. We pull back, but we can’t let go, it’s too sweet, she buries her nose in the crook of my neck and I just hold her, rubbing her back. When a sob escapes her I shush her gently, then pull apart to see her dab at her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m not usually like this.” She squeaks. “This is just so….”

“Perfect.” I fill in and her eyes look at me with a huge amount of hope.

#tomholland scienceandsoulmates ambrose dimitri tomhollandfluff partthree idoontknowwhyistillpostthis

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tomthesoftie · 3 years

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Can you please please do one where mob Tom has to go on like a business meeting for like two months or something and can’t have contact with y/n and in those two months she starts working out and loses a bit of weight and he comes home all proud SMUT PLEASEE Im trying to lose weight and I would literally cry if someone was proud of my weight loss

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❧ prompt: hard work always pays off, and the prize you get always varies

❧ pairing: mob!tom x reader

❧ genre: suggestive, fluff

❧ warnings: one curse word shit, mentions of hickeys, mentions of horniness, suggestive ending

❧ a/n: i decided to write this for the upcoming week because i have my finals and a lot of work to do for school that i’m stressed about oops so hopefully this’ll be enough content for now. i personally am also exercising, and may i just say, it’s the most rewarding thing ever. tips that i can give are to be do it for yourself and not others, as well as not to put yourself down. don’t stress about your results or not seeing improvement. you’re doing great as it is, and you should be proud that your taking action. i also did not write any smut in this for i don’t feel comfortable writing in such genre anymore, especially because i haven’t been dabbling in that area for a while. like i said in my other post, i will try to return to writing nsfw works, but for now, i will only be writing suggestive. i am so sorry :( i hope the suggestiveness is enough. enjoy xx

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Two weeks ago, Tom had to go on a trip for his business. Though he considered bringing you along, he didn’t want to involve you in the mob business further than you already were. He left you in the safety of his mansion, accompanied by many of his most trusted men. As much as he wanted to leave Harrison, Sam, or Harry with you, he needed them to come along with him on this mission as backup.

Within the two weeks he had been gone, you had too much free time on your hands. Not being allowed to leave his property or invite friends over, you were left with barely any sources of entertainment.

One day, though, as you were walking down the large halls, two of Tom’s men trailing behind you, you noticed a room you never ventured in before. Letting your curiosity and boredom lead you, you made your way over to the opaque door. Placing a hand on the metal of the door handle, you winced at the chill that spiked the palm of your hand. Pulling the door open, you were met with a rack of weights placed beside the wall and a treadmill beneath a large television. Walking further into the room, on your right, there was a long pool filled with crystal, teal water.

Turning to the men behind you, you asked, “Who’s gym is this?”

“Mr. Holland’s, of course,” one spoke up, “we usually aren’t allowed in here, though.”

Looking at the large mirror wall, you looked at your physique. You didn’t need to lose weight, as your body was already perfect as it was, but you could improve your muscle strength and stamina. With that, you decided that within the two weeks, to fill your time, you would work out everyday for hours on end.

At the beginning of this strengthening journey, you were fatigued much more easily than you were compared to the end of the two week span. You ended every jogging session with your hands supporting your body on your knees, sweat dripping down your face, chest heaving as you panted for air. You could barely hold a plank for 15 seconds, and your arms were established to be weaker than you imagined as you dipped down to do your first pushup. Legs bending into a squat, you felt your thighs shaking by the time you reached twentieth rep. Every time you ended every workout, you felt rewarded and were proud when you looked in the mirror to see your figure tightening.

By the thirteenth day, and final day to yourself, you were much stronger and could hold yourself up for much longer. For the short amount of time you had exercised for, your results were extraordinary. You were much skinner and toned than you were when you began.

That night, you fell asleep in the empty bed once more, your excitement over Tom coming back keeping you awake but the fatigue overpowered it and lulled you to sleep.

The next morning, you woke bright and early, changing into a long-sleeved, green, lettuce-edged, wrap shirt paired with straight denim jeans. Doing your hair up into a ponytail, you applied a layer of toner and lotion to your face, finishing your look off with a lightly tinted chapstick.

Rushing down the hallway, you heard the doors opening, followed by the familiar, accented voices.

You saw Tom taking big strides down the corridor you were practically sprinting through and jumped into his arms, shouting, “Tommy!”

“Woah, darling,” he chuckled as you nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck, “I missed you. I guess you missed me too?”

You only nodded in response.

Putting you back onto your feet, Tom looked you up and down, eyes surveying your body, “You look different,” you gave him a look, “In a good way,” he rushed to add on. “You look slimmer and more fit. Did you workout while I was gone? Or am I imagining shit?”

“Actually, i’m quite glad you noticed, but in fact, I did lose weight. I discovered your gym early on and decided to fill my time by working out,” you smiled proudly.

“Not that I didn’t love your body before, you look so hot right now. Would it be weird if I said I’m a little bit turned on?” He asked, a shy grin resting on his face.

“It definitely would be...” you paused for a moment, taking in Tom’s disgruntled expression, “weird if you hadn’t mentioned it. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

Smirking, he lifted you in his arms, carrying you to the nearest vacant room he could find. His lips were already latched to yours, and, carrying you with one arm, he used his empty hand to strip you from your shirt.

“I’m so proud of you,” he mumbled onto your neck before sucking on the skin, leaving a dark purple mark behind.

As the day progressed, many more marks were left all over your body that nobody, except for Tom, would be allowed to see: a prize given from Tom for your hard, impressive work.

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cosmicdaya · 5 years

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ned : hey michelle, where did you go? we all were looking for you

mj : oh i am sorry, i was just...you know...swingin’ around with spidey *shrugs*

flash, 10 miles away : eXcUSE mE WHAT THE FUCK MAAM

#hi i am thivya and i am your shitpost dealer #tom holland #peterparker #tomholland #peter parker #tomholland imagine #tomhollandsmut #tomhollandfluff #thivya talks #friendsps #tom holland smut

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hufflepuffhollander · 5 years

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while studying: a tom holland blurb

I was just sitting here wasting away while studying for midterms and instead of paying attention I began to daydream about what would happen if I was in this exact same situation but Tom was here SO enjoy what I think would probably happen (aka nothing but stupid cute relationship shit):

You’d be sitting focused on your studying, but Tom would be bored

So he’d probably get up from the bed and come over to the desk where you are and start to rub your shoulders or something

And it would feel nice but you’d have to swat him away because you really needed to focus

But that would only make him want to distract you more because he wants attention

So he’d sit on your desk and start to make funny faces at you

And you’d try to stifle your laugh for as long as possible but you’d cave eventually because he’s too cute to ignore

But you’d keep your eyes glued to the computer so you didn’t give him the satisfaction, even though you obviously aren’t focusing on the material anymore

And he would just keep trying, probably shutting your computer and putting his hands on your face to cup your cheeks

And eventually you’d have to give in and look at him, but it would be with a glare because you really, really need to get your work done

And he’d pout at you, bring your face close to his and just do something ridiculous like boop you on the nose

“Tom, I need to study.”

“But I’m bored, babe.”

So obviously, you’d have to take a quick break to entertain him, but we all know that break would just turn into a night of cuddling and who knows what else

And yeah maybe you’ll fail your test but at least Tom’s cute

#i actually wanna cry #physics is hard #what even is rotational inertia?!?!#tom holland blurb #tomhollandblurb #tom holland #tomholland #tom holland imagines #tomhollandimagines #tom holland fluff #tomhollandfluff

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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I fell in love with you at Jeffrey’s

Pairing - Tom(boss) x reader

warnings- swearing, fluff, smut, angst, mentions of self doubt, sexual content; explicit, fingering, oral (both m and f rec), unprotected sex, neighbor kink, orgasm denial, semi-public fingering, daddy kink, (WC- 10k+)

Summary- Y/N is a fashion designer who gets a job at her dream company. All was going well but she later falls for her boss, Tom and things get a little bit too interesting.

A/N: This is my second fic and I am very happy to share this with you. thank you for reading it. I think the boredom is getting to me ‘cause this is pure filth guys, literally. requests are open so please be creative an also don’t forget to share your feedbacks and do help me grow. Love you guys...

MASTERLIST

“..You have 15 more minutes so I suggest you all finalize your answers before handing over your sheets” warned your invigilator.

*sound of pen scratching filled the room*

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Fashion designing and arts are the subjects that have always seem to attract your attention since you were a child. Of course your mother being an employee in a fashion magazine again had its own impact. Your childhood was filled with sewing machine’s noises rather than actual music and you never complained about it. You always compared your childhood with the various types of fabrics, more layers and types of memories you had, the more versatile your childhood became…

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“Ugh…When is this gonna get over? I can’t wait to go and celebrate!! FINALLY”, you could hear Olivia murmur. “Hey we still have 15 more minutes, so patience, you should check your answers by then.” You smirked, because that’s the last thing she will ever do. “Yeah, sure.”

*sound of the bell ringing*

“That’s it ladies, hand in your sheets.”

Now that you were done with your finals, you and your best friend, Olivia, decided to go shake off the heat at Jeffrey’s, a bar around the corner and celebrate what could be your final moments together.

“Fuck dude, I can’t believe you are leaving for Germany, you could have at least told me about your freaking plans and the company you wanted to apply in. How can you keep something like this away from me? ” You asked annoyingly, munching on your sandwich. “Stop whining! I had least expected my internship to be in Germany and hey I am not dying ok, you can still contact me you know, dipshit!”, “Yeah but it won’t be the same and you know it. I will miss you.”

“Of course it won’t. If you miss me too much, go get yourself a guy, I don’t think you will have a problem in that at Jeffrey’s. ” said Olivia scanning the entire bar which was oozing in testosterone and then suddenly she grabbed your wrist.

“Look back on my cue, Y/N!”

“Why what is it?” you tried to look back but you were stopped by Olivia. The more she told you not to, the more you wanted to look back.

And then you couldn’t, “wait no!!” shouted Olivia. You saw the man walking out of the bar, as if he expected you to look back right then.

“Fuck in hell Y/N, that was a hot dude right there checking you out. Shit. What are you gonna do without me?” *face palm*

“S-Sorry I didn’t.. m-mean to….” you couldn’t get over the slick and toned body of the man leaving the bar out of your head.

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Olivia was your roommate and the closest friend you had who felt more like a sibling. You had never expected to get along with her so well, because she was your exact opposite. She burnt the midnight lamp for almost every assignment in college because she was too busy partying at Jeffrey’s and contesting for elections and campaigning and still ended up with moderate grades. But never did she ask you to complete her notes for her or took advantage of you being a top grade student, and that’s what you admired about her. All of the sassiness you had it in you was thanks to her.

When she told you about her internship in Germany, you were both; surprised and proud, because you knew she had it in her but you didn’t expect your time together to be so short. But you trusted her. ________________________________________________________________

Time literally flew by, and after a couple of weeks, it was your graduation. Your mother couldn’t be prouder as she watched you walk up the stage as the Valedictorian, as a matter of fact you could also hear Olivia’s parents cheering up for you, which left Olivia chuckling amongst the students.

“Oh look at my baby, weren’t you good little girl till yesterday?” said your mother pinching your cheeks, something that you absolutely hated.

“She was a good little girl? Since when? You should see the way she’s drunk and makes ou- mmpph” teased Olivia before you stopped her talking about your ex-boyfriend, “Why don’t we take pictures, Mom?” you tried to change the topic, leaving Olivia in smirks.

“Come on now, stand there, Olivia honey, you too, let me take a picture of both you, it’s something that will be cherished forever.”

The lush green park was filled with the chitter-chatter of the students amongst their parents and fellow students, promising to be in touch with each other and the sound of cameras clicking pictures, only to become a memory someday.

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Two weeks after your graduation, after you know. All your celebrations and shit, you decided to have a reality check. You were a diploma in fashion designing, if only, you topped your university with hundreds of certificates on online marketing and strategies, however you were still, how should it be put? Unemployed. Well, all of that hard work of attending classes meticulously and earning those certificates summed up to one reason:

“THE ESQUE”, these days it was not only a suffix, it was a brand name that every other celebrity in the world wanted to be associated with because it isn’t a red carpet look if it didn’t have “THE ESQUE” logo on it. It was one of the newest and the biggest fashion icon in the industry.

What tempted you to apply in that company was the story of its success. It had started in the owner(s)’s parent’s basement with absolutely minimal investment and the contrast with today’s scenario; its stock prices are setting sky high records every single day. Another reason why you wanted to apply in “THE ESQUE” was because of its mystery. Out of the two owners, only one of them was a public face, the other one well however was ‘hidden’, sparking the attention of media.

After the ‘reality check’ of yours, you started filing out your resume and attending interviews. Of course you had applied in “THE ESQUE”, but you kept other options open as well, as a back-up plan.

The next week was greeted by the welcoming tune of your Gmail notifications, flooded with the acceptance letters from all the four out of five companies you had applied in. Later that evening, you received yet another email that you didn’t bother to check as you assumed it must a spam from your various social media accounts, but to your surprise, it was an interview request from “THE ESQUE” on the coming Thursday at 10 a.m.

On the day of the interview, you were determined to do your best, filling up your head with all the possible interview questions and formulating the best answers in your head even before you stepped out of the house. You were a person who would rather choose a pair of jeans and a dark shirt with a nude or a soft tone blazer with formal shoes, paired with a clutch, but this interview was special. So instead, you decided to finally open up the other side of your cupboard where you kept all of your skirts and blouses. You picked up a beige color top with a soft work of lace on its sleeve and a maroon skirt that rested on you knee. You decided to allow your formal shoes to rest today and picked out a box where your heels rested since God knows when. The unused box of makeup which luckily, had not expired since the last time you used it on your date, finally had a chance of being in use today. Carefully looking over the mirror, the dress complimented your curves with the beige enhancing your subtle aura and the maroon establishing your authority which was softened by the light use of foundation with a brush of blush and a nude matt lipstick. “YOU GOT THIS!!” you tried to calm your nervous ass down. At least you tried.

Arriving at your destination, you nearly choked yourself looking over the view. The campus had several buildings, each owing to another department. You tried to hurry but the view was so overwhelming that you couldn’t help but stop once in a while to admire what it felt like to walk towards your dream and the main building.

The windows were made up of glass proudly boasting the assets of the company, the employees. When you entered the building you could see the receptionist’s area, just over a big, beautiful chandelier.

“Good morning how may I help you?” asked the cheerful receptionist with the name tag showing April White.

You tried to suppress your over exceeding heart rate out of nervousness. “Good morning, the company had contacted me two-three days back for an interview.”

“Ms. Y/N is it?”

“Yes, that will be me.”

“Oh of course, please allow me a minute to finish up certain formalities.”

“Please take your time.”

As you stood there, clutching your file with some papers, admiring the employees and imagining what it must feel to work here with an ID card dangling around your torso. Your train of thoughts were broken by the cheerful receptionist, asking you to follow her. You stepped in the lift, with your heart literally in your mouth, looking pale.

The receptionist was well familiarized with interviewees being nervous, so she reassured you with a smile “It’s alright, please don’t be nervous. You had a very promising bio data and resume. The head of the designing team himself had recommended you.”

“I had been recommended? By the head of the team himself?” you face lost the remaining blood when you repeated her words yourself.

“Here we are, this way.”

Minutes later you were standing near a glass door with intricate designs on it. The glass door helped you to seek the visual of what seemed like an individual sitting on the chair. As April, the receptionist, knocked on the door, the voice of the individual filled your ears. “Come in”. He sounded no older than a couple of years than you. It amazed you, how youthful his voice was.

As you stepped in, your gaze froze on the man sitting in front of you. Oh my fucking God! Was he the most handsome brunette you had ever laid your eyes on and were you checking out your interviewer? Well, yes you were. Well there goes your nervousness. His post plate read ‘HEAD OF DESIGNING DEPARTMENT’

“Good morning Ms.Y/N, my name is Tom Holland.”

Your face regained its color, in shades of pink at that. You could feel the blood rushing through your cheeks just by looking at him. You gulped before you spoke anything.

“Good morning sir. Thank you for having me here.” you were careful of your tone, trying not to choke on air just looking at the man sitting on the chair.

So the interview started, him asking about what things got you interested in fashion designing and the basic introductory questions. You were nervous at first, but his youthful tone sort of calmed you down. After around an hour or so, the interview was most probably done so he was just glancing at your resume adjusting his glasses.

Shit

He wore a dark green turtle neck with sleeves folded up till their three fourth length, just enough to expose his veiny hands and manly fingers paired with tight pants and matt shoes. He looked professional but also seductively good looking. His eyes peeked through his glasses, his dark chocolate brown eyes focused on your resume but telling a different story.

“Don’t mind me asking but I heard you were the one who had recommended my name for the interview. Is it true? ” you asked cautiously only waiting for his gaze to shift from the papers and meeting with your own. You felt something pooling between your thighs but you were quick to remind yourself that you were in his office, but that turned you on even more. Funny things your body can do by just locking eyes with someone. Funny really.

But you noticed that he too, was staring at you, his pupils dilated and filled with a dark emotion adjusting himself in his seat, but then he was back to looking at your resume acting like the earlier ten seconds did not exist at all.

“You have to be an opportunist when it comes to fetch talent, you know, the first mover advantage. The fashion industry is ever changing, we need new ideas every single day, so what place is better than universities? We maintain databases and that’s how my team got your credentials and bought them to me.” His tone suddenly changing to sultry rasp-ish ,“as soon as I saw you, I had to have you…”

God, what was that?

“.. i-in m-my team, uh,,ahem, had to have you in my team.” His lips curled up and he you a smirk.

“Right of course.” Talking as if you were fine, you were fine but only soaking through your underwear because of the tension in the room.

“Well Ms. Y/N, the company will contact you shortly. It was lovely meeting you and I hope to see you soon.” He said getting up from his seat to escort you outside, handing you over to the receptionist. But his sleek toned figure caught your attention. It was attractive, damn those long legs and broad shoulders were definitely attractive, clicking through your memory as if you had seen him before.

Three months later:

You got the job at the “THE ESQUE”, you got a new apartment in Chicago, had your life the way you wanted. Everything was exactly the way you imagined: independent, happy and exciting. Three months back, after your interview, you let Olivia know about Tom Holland and she couldn’t keep herself calm the way you were thirsting over him. She has been pestering you to make it work, because it’s been a long time since you have liked someone and rather an office romance and at that with your boss, girl, she was up for it and honestly so were you.

The first week of your work, Tom and the rest of your team had a staff meeting, obviously to welcome you but also to decide on the theme and potential celebrities or models for the next photoshoot.

“I think we should go with slim line models, for a winter collection. It’s retro plus they kill it every time, like God, the collections are intense” said Ava, the coordinator, you were training under her for the time being to gain experience, cause after all you were a fresher.

The room was filled with nods of agreement. But you could feel the heated gaze ‘Mr. Tom’ was giving you and suddenly. “Yeah sounds good, what about you Ms .Y/N, what do you think?” He said tilting his head and his index finger and thumb brushing over his lower lip, seductively. You could feel his smirk, hidden by his fingers.

“Umm..I think it’s a great idea, but I was thinking of using a social perspective like using models of all sizes, to show that the dresses our company makes can look good on anybody irrespective of the body shape.” You said curious but still unsure.

Cole, the assistant photographer agreeing with your point and coming at you with a fist-bump, “Yeah that will be good for the photographer as well, you know to experiment.”

Your eyes landed on Tom, whose gaze did not shift from you from the moment you started speaking. “Looks like we have a plan, chop-chop everybody”. He said getting up from his seat and clapping his hands, filling the entire room with enthusiasm. The shouts of enthusiasm was interrupted with an announcement, informing the staff that the company had received record breaking turnover for the last quarter, by none other than the MD, Sam Ortiz herself.

After the announcement you looked at every body returning back to their desks without a word to each other. You lined up yourself next to Ava, waiting for your instructions.

“Y/N, Could you go to inventory and get sample for every fabric that fits the winter theme? Make sure they are abstract.” Ava said commandingly, not sparing a look at you.

“Umm, sure I will try, but could you please give me some headers on the location I have never been to the inventory by myself.” You asked slowly, hoping not to be a burden on people.

“Any problem ladies? Looks like you could use some help.” said a voice over your shoulders, frowning at the question. You could see the dark brown eyes over his glasses and feel his toned shoulders on your bare back as you were wearing a halter neck top with denim an A-line skirt. It’s him.

Ava looked at Tom with assuring eyes, “No problem sir, Y/N hasn’t been to the inventory before so she was asking about the location. Good lord, look at the time, I will go tell Lupe to drop her at the inventory. Excuse me.”

“Please don’t bother, I will take her with me, I will be able to check the fabric simultaneously to save time.” Said Tom, stopping Ava who was on her way to Lupe.

Ava couldn’t help but give a look of ‘save time huh?’, after all she was also Tom’s best friend, leaving Tom blushing as he brushed his hands over his neck.

Before you knew it, you were in Tom’s car heading straight towards the location. There was an unusual tension in the car. You could hear Tom’s shuddering breath and you thought to yourself, ‘Is he nervous?’ The inventory was thirty minutes away from the office but it felt so much longer as you could hear your heart beat in your throat.

As soon as the car stopped, Tom got out first and stepped out to get you. He slid his hands on your waist to pull you closer towards him as his SUV had a big step, not that you couldn’t make it but you didn’t complain. You could feel his bulk over his shoulders as you held him for support. You couldn’t help but imagine yourself underneath him, glistening with sweat. OH NO, what was he doing to you? Gotta get out of these thoughts. You need to get laid ASAP cause, bish were you desperate.

“Shall we? It’s this way.” Hands still on your waist, not letting you go as if his life depended on it.

“Yes sure, thank you”, you slid out of his hands, regrettably.

“It’s like a maze in there. Don’t get lost alright, stay with me all the time.” He said smiling holding your hands.

You nod, as if he meant it differently, feeling the warmth of his hands and they engulfed yours within them. The gesture was somewhat comforting. He wasn’t joking you could really get lost in there. There were fabrics at every nook and corner of the place. It was like Candyland.

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As you were choosing through the fabrics you disappeared within its forest, but you could feel his searching gaze on you. You couldn’t help but call out to him, to help you even if you needed no help at all because fabrics were your forte. He didn’t need to be told twice and he came to you, eagerly as if he were waiting for the invitation. You talked for hours, giggling and laughing at each other, enjoying each other’s company disregarding the tension in the car. If it weren’t for the office hours, this could even be considered as a date.

His long fingers sliding on the surface of the fabric explaining all about it in his raspy voice had you clenching over nothing. How would his fingers feel inside you velvety folds when he curls them and hitting your g-spot. Ugh, there you go again, seriously what has gotten into you? What is he doing to you? Olivia would be proud of you and the way you thirst over him. You have to let these thoughts go. Just as you were lost in thoughts, Tom was nowhere to be found. You called out for him, but all you could here was the echo of your own voice. It was nearly 5 in the evening and you had no idea where he was and you couldn’t just head for the exit leaving him there.

You couldn’t see anything because of your tears, because you were worried for him, so would he for you. Just then you see his back, trying some number on his phone, realizing it’s your name. You run and give him a bear hug and you feel his back on the side your face. You were scared because you missed him, you missed his warmth. His hands held your arms as he turned towards you. Your head was still hung low as he wiped your tears. You raise your face to apologize, but you see tears in his eyes and worry on his face. You involuntarily wipe his tears and cup his cheeks, and before you speak anything his lips were on yours. Being worried and scared about each other and several other emotions were sealed with this kiss, not lust but pure passion and love.

As you were driving back to the office, it had started to snow. As you were looking outside through the window, replaying today’s events in both your mind and heart you felt a warm hand on your knuckles being placed carefully. You didn’t flinch, as if you knew it was coming and that fact comforted Tom as he didn’t want to rush things with you. You held his hands tighter and little did you know, both of you were in love with each other.

The entire team was in full swing for the upcoming magazine and the ramp walk. Every other day, you would bump into some or the other celebrity, it was magical really. Tom was stressed out and you used to be exhausted at the end of the day, but somehow a hot chocolate treat always found a way into your exhausted ‘after works hours’. It was almost nostalgic, the blueprints and sketches your mother used to bring home after her work, the ones you grew up admiring, you had similar sketches with you on your way back home. Such thoughts would often leave you in silence and Tom gaping at you. He would slowly sneak his hand to your shoulder and pull you close to rest your head on his shoulder.

After around six months, the fashion week was here, everything was ready right on cue and then you see her, for the first time. Sam Ortiz, the managing director of the company, had come all the way up here from her office at the third floor, you greet and motivate you guys.

“You must be Ms. Y/N. Hope the company is everything you imagined. It’s lovely to meet you, finally. ”

“It’s lovely to meet you too. The company is better than what I imagined and so are the people. Thank you for asking.”

Her words were replaying themselves again and again in your head, she knew your name and above that she was happy that she ‘finally’ met you. Was she expecting you already? Did she know you already? It was confusing.

Tom noticed your agony and asked about it in the lunch break. You explained the conflict in your head, that left him rolling on the floor.

“Oh Peach, you think too much, I told you about our databases right, maybe that’s how she knew you. Also the employees are the company’s greatest assets, we even mention them in our balance sheet and also they are people who work hard for the company, so they deserve respect and Ms. Ortiz understands that.” Said Tom explaining you without stuttering, as if he was the one who meant it. But he was your boss after all, so maybe that’s why.

“Yeah right, seesh, this work is messing with my head. I really need to have a break after all this is over.” you placed your fingers on your forehead.

“Me too, peach. Let’s go out somewhere on an official date in Maldives after the entire event is done.” Tom was excited with sound of it.

Using your sarcastic tone, “Maldives, the event site, with all the media buzzing around looking for an additional story apart from the event. Are you planning to give them one?”.

“Maybe that’s what I want.” Placing a kiss below your ear, teasing you where you are the most sensitive. It sent a shudder to your spine and he could feel it and he loved that.

That night when you returned home, to your surprise the door was already open. You could hear mumbling and pots and pans clanking. Your eyes grew wider as you walked towards the entrance, ready to scream, hit or kill anything or anyone who came in front you and to your surprise, you saw a confused face with pans in either of her hands in defensive position. It was Olivia.

It’s been almost around seven months of skype calls and you were not ready for this surprise at all. You threw your bags down and leaped towards her, as if all you exhaustion has vanished into thin air. Olivia couldn’t support your weight, so both of you fell, still hugging each other. You missed her so much and you had a lot of things to tell her too.

“So in short, you are dating your boss?” Olivia asked after summing up your entire story.

“Yeah I am.”

“And your momma calls you a good girl, what the hell did you do to my Y/N, you imposter, you better release her. She wouldn’t be thirsting over some man and end up dating him. Bring her back.” She said chuckling. You were glad she was still the same.

“As if” you both giggled at that.

“Show me his picture, let me see if he is any better than you say.” She enquired only to see your confused and defeated look.

“You don’t have picture? Well you are my Y/N alright, clumsy af.” She read through your emotions and you questioned yourself of not even having a picture of him after all this time, of course you couldn’t risk your relationship status being disclosed at the moment. But Olivia was there to stop the over-thinking mind of yours and it felt just right.

Two weeks later:

Olivia left last night, leaving a void in your apartment and your heart but with beautiful memories that could keep you going for a couple more months. You were packing your bags as Tom messaged you to pack an extra party dress along with you for the main event, in case you forgot, which you did.

Next morning, everybody greeted you with a good morning and it was a good morning indeed seeing Tom dressed in a white formal shirt with blue denims, straight out of a magazine cover. Damn. You couldn’t help but stare at his veiny hands and tones biceps. After greeting everyone, he stood near you, leaving Ava in smirks as if she knew about you. Maybe she did, after she saw you two making out on the roof. But you trusted her.

“Don’t look at me like that peach, maybe I will take you right here, right now.” Teasingly Tom sneaked his hand to your waist and slowly a little lower, leaving you whimpering at the touch. Luckily the boarding announcement cut him off and so did Ava’s ‘not again, you too’ glare. Little did you know, the torment had just begun?

The flight that was booked for you was “THE ESQUE”’s one of the many private planes, with individual seats along with accommodating seats. Ava made sure that Tom and you had your seats together to let the ‘steam’ cool down, so you don’t cause any ‘trouble on the roof’ during the main event. You looked embarrassed as Tom winked at her, leaving a smile curl up on her face as she left for her seat.

After a couple of hours, the lights were dim and you two were watching a movie together. You were enjoying the movie as you felt a hand curl up to the hem of your skirt and sliding through your lacy undergarment, under the shared blanket leaving you in gasps.

“Shhh, relax baby girl, it’s just me.”

“T-TOM I don’t think we sh.. AGH” you were midway stopped on your sentence as you felt his digits slowly slide in you.”

“Tom, there are people here. They will hear.” Your voice low as you tried to suppress your moans, which involuntarily escaped through your mouth. Thanks to the translucent barriers around his seats, you weren’t a bit suspicious or so you thought.

“Hear what peach?, your moans when daddy fucks you with his fingers? Then we better keep it quiet, shouldn’t we?” his raspy and sultry voice wasn’t helping at all. Pushing through another digit in, circling your clit in the figures of 8 and pushing and pulling out of your soaked sex aggressively. You were trying to keep low but the pleasure rippling through your body had you shaking beside him. You were close and he could sense it through the clenching of your walls and you whimpering, shuddering on the handle of the seat until your knuckles were white. Just when it was going to hit you, he pulled out when the lights were switched on, leaving you whining at the loss of contact, announcing your arrival. He bought his fingers, wet with your slick as he sucked his digits clean and acting as if nothing happened. Thank God you were wearing a black skirt, otherwise the soaked patch of your lacy panties would had been evident. You looked at him only to see his pupils dilated and the desire of wanting for more. He had never denied your orgasm, at least not yet, but the circumstances left him thirsting for your juices that should have been running down your thighs for him and only him to watch and you could see that through his blue denims. You looked at him with fucked out expressions only to be greeted by his devious smile.

Tom pushed the loose strands for your hair tugging them behind your ears, “Something to look forward to huh, peach.”

You have had it. Oh you surely have.

After a short of drive from the airport to the hotel, you quickly reached to your room, to clean the mess between your thighs knowing that the clothes you were wearing had to be cleaned ASAP. Were you annoyed, yes you were but the thought of Tom jerking off in the shower as a resort to relieve the bulge in his pants, had you a bit satisfied. Little did you know, your suspicions were absolutely correct.

The entire team was given the rest of the day off, but Ava wanted to check all the preparations herself and you very graciously offered your company to help her to do. It was the first time you had been a part of such an event so there were a lot of things to learn.

It was nearly eight o clock, and you realized your last meals were more than seven hours ago. So Ava and you decided to grab a bite at nearby restaurant.

Slurping her noodles Ava asked “So what are you planning to wear tomorrow evening?” you showed her a photograph of a dress, which Olivia had disapproved of, “This one”. It was a simple satin dress, purple in color. “Are you sure you want to wear this one, I mean there are a lot of other dresses which could do justice to your curves.” You looked over the picture carefully stating, “I don’t know, it’s simple and elegant and it’s much easier to go around. I don’t want to be conscious about my dress during work hours and rather such an important event.”. “Not all dresses are constricting, it depends on how you carry them.” Said Ava. “Alright let’s go shopping.”

It was nearly ten o clock in the night and the city had just woken up. Beautiful lights lighting up the whole town, and chattering of people in various languages decorated the surroundings. There were all kinds of people, young teenagers for the music fiestas, married couples for their honeymoon and even old couples here after their retirement to spend quality time with their loved ones, no wonder Tom chose this place for the location for your first vacation together. You returned to your room with three bags, which you dropped on the floor heading to your plush bed falling asleep as soon as your face hit the surface of the bed because tomorrow was going to be a long day.

The next morning and afternoon went by in a jiffy. Before you knew it, the evening was finally here. You hadn’t seen Tom the entire day assuming that he would be busy, you carried-on on your own work. The evening greeted you with various cheers of the photographers, who were storming outside for few shots of various celebrities and critics attending the event.

You were dressed in a beautiful classic red dress with a thigh high slit and full sleeves. It was perfect, thanks to Ava. You decided to have a messy hair-do to enhance the light make-up. You were both excited and nervous. Just then *ting*

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Tom: Ready peach?

You: Yes I am. I will be heading down in five. Where are you?

Tom: I am already downstairs. I had to check with the guests. I will wait for you near the stairs.

You: Ok see you then.

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You fixed the wrinkles off of your dress, looked in the mirror and once you checked that everything was fine you made your way to the stairs. You could see Tom facing the other side waiting, the events of the inventory ran through your head and you couldn’t be more happier to have him in your life. He was in a tux, looking handsome as ever enough to let your heart race. As he turned clockwise you secretly captured a picture, to keep it only to yourself. As he noticed you, his jaw dropped. The dress was sitting on your curves so well that he couldn’t help eating you through his eyes. You noticed it and you gave him a smile as he reached for your hand and kissed you on your knuckles, not taking his eyes off of you even for a mere second.

His voice was low as he called out your pet name “Peach?”

“Yes, love? Do I look okay?” You didn’t let go of his hand as you swirled around and showing off you thigh high slit, which Tom didn’t care about as his eyes were focused on you.

“I love you” the sudden confession took you by surprise. It wasn’t lust or the impact of the dress, it was pure emotion because you could feel its warmth and sincerity. Without saying a word and carefully scanning the floor, you pulled in him for kiss. As you pulled out, you cupped his cheeks, “I love you too.”

You stepped back almost immediately realizing you were still in the hallway, because apart from Ava, no one in the company knew about you and Tom. You both had decided it was for the best because Tom didn’t want to you to be a part of office politics. But as you took a step back, Tom clutched your hands and gave them a quick squeeze. With sincere eyes he asked, “Do you trust me?” Without even giving a second thought, you nodded your head. With that confirmation he held your hand walked to the event room.

As you entered, all eyes were on the both you. People watched you with keen eyes and you could hear them whisper, “Tom Holland is dating her? I can’t believe it. I am sure he could have done better.”, “…must have slept her way through.”

This is exactly what Tom didn’t want you to be a part of. But you couldn’t care less; all you cared about were your colleagues. As you looked for them, you could see Ava smiling and the rest of your team mates were giving teasing looks and Cole wiggling his eyebrows enough for you to blush, making your way through the crowd with Tom.

“Some visit to the inventory huh?” joked one of your team mates. As much as Ava was tempted to continue, with a heavy heart she said “enough now guys, we have an event to look after. I am sure we will have all the time in the world receiving an explanation by the both of them for taking multiple breaks during work hours…”

“Wooohooo” hooted the team mates only to be interrupted by Ava again.

Chuckling “…at the same time.”

“…to the roof.” Ava couldn’t help but burst out laughing as she head out leaving the team mates teasing, again. You hadn’t noticed but Tom’s ears were red. Oh dear you had never seen him flustered before but now that you had, you loved it.

The event started, shortly after Ms. Ortiz’s speech. You were at the backstage checking if anyone needed anything. As soon as you received the go-ahead, the models started lining up for the ramp walk. Your heart was beating so fast, you could literally hear it, because you were the one to recommend the idea. Tom saw your nervous expression and immediately gave you an endearing smile and put his hand around your waist. The next thing you knew, the models already started walking and you could hear the cheering. They loved it.

The event was a huge success. The people you had heard whispering _ about you earlier made their way, to congratulate you. You proved your mettle and realized this is where you belong.

After the event, you were waiting for Tom but he was nowhere to be found. So you asked Ava regarding the whereabouts of Tom. With teasing looks, she informed you about Tom heading to his room with a couple of people with him. You nodded your head as they must have been the magazine editors. You hugged Ava good night and left for Tom’s room.

As you stood near the door, you could hear laughter and a female voice. Curiously you stepped in the suite to find Sam Ortiz and three men sitting with Tom in the nearest room. You could hear them very clearly but couldn’t make out as to what were they talking about till..

“..the stock prices are going to make new records tomorrow morning thanks to the success of today’s event.” You understood those three men were the major shareholders of the company.

Ms. Ortiz continued, “Absolutely. Thanks to Tom and his team. Cheers”

“So Mr. Holland when are you going to take your place as the chairman of the company? It’s been around three years “THE ESQUE” making its debut in the industry?”

Your eyes widened at the statement, Tom is the chairman? The hidden owner of the ‘THE ESQUE’ is Tom. That makes Sam Ortiz his..sister. you stormed out of his room in disbelief. Earlier Tom had asked if you trusted him? Was it about this then?

You shuffled through your bag for the key card and you couldn’t find it as you couldn’t see anything because of the tears swelling in your eyes. How couldn’t he tell this to you? Didn’t he trust you enough? Didn’t he value his relationship with you? Were you just another girl in his life? All these questions were storming through your head as your tears started wetting your cheeks and melting all of the makeup on their way. This explained everything, Sam knowing your name, the way Tom talked about the company’s employees and also the fact that someone as young as him was the head of the department, how could you miss that. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact how Tom conveniently had been lying to you, all this time.

You cried for hours until you gave in to your exhaustion and slept. As you woke up the next morning, you were in a haze. You looked around the room and recollected what had happened yesterday? Maybe it was a bad dream, the worst. You headed towards the washroom to see the smudges mascara and dried tears on your cheek. It wasn’t a dream, that had really happened.

You switched on your phone to see four missed calls from Tom and a couple of messages. “Fuck” you swore with fresh tears in the corner of your eyes. You brushed your teeth and took a bath to calm yourself down, packed your bags and left for the airport after informing Ava as you were leaving before the scheduled time.

Ava noticed your swollen eyes and with worried thoughts she immediately headed towards Tom’s room.

“Y/N left?” asked Tom with a confused look on his face. “Yeah, she had come over to my room around an hour ago to tell me that she was leaving for the airport. Did something happen between you two? Did anyone say anything to her after your relationship was revealed?” Ava asked with concerned eyes.

Tom immediately snapped at the last question, this is exactly what he did not want but he knew you were headstrong and would not let these things on to your heart, but he still wondered. Tom rushed to his already packed luggage, “I should go after her.” But Ava stopped him saying, “No wait, if something like that happened you should five her some space because it looked like she cried the entire night, her eyes were swollen. Also you don’t even know if her flight has taken off already” pointing towards the airport, right opposite to the hotel. Tom hesitantly nodded pinching his nose bridge but his train of thoughts were interrupted by Ava’s notification.

“Tom! Y/N has applied for her leave. She used all of her days together.” Informed Ava and looked at Tom only to leave him even more restless. He tried calling you, but your phone was switched off. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking at the envelope on the table regarding the extension for yours and his stay in Maldives for your promised vacation, that he tried telling you about last night, only to be answered with a bunch of answering machines.

“What did I do, Ava?” he finally burst into tears unsure about what had actually happened. Ava called Sam and informed her about the situation earning the same concerned reaction from her as well. She immediately reached to airport authorities to find out you never used the tickets to Chicago. The three of them couldn’t think straight because of the new piece of information. “Tom, what is she heard yesterday night’s conversation.” Whispered Sam.

“What conversation?” asked Ava with a bewildered look on her face.

“The shareholders were here to talk about me taking up the chairman’s position. But I didn’t tell Y/N or anyone about that.”

“Wait, I told her about it. She went to your room last night. Maybe she heard..” Ava said with a confused tone with the last sentence trailing off.

“What!? You did? Oh God!!!” groaned Tom, clutching his hair.

“Oh no!” said Sam with worried thoughts in her head.

Sam said “You should talk to her once we reach Chicago. It must have been a lot to take in, with her finding out about it herself.” gesturing towards Tom.

Tom nodded. The entire team was confused as to why you left earlier, leaving guilt taking over Tom. He spent the entire duration of his flight mentally preparing himself to talk to you. But little did he know, you didn’t go to Chicago, you went home to your mother.

The only place you could think of was your home. The entire duration of your flight, the conversations between the individuals in Tom’s room were replaying in your head. All these months, all the time you have spent with Tom seemed like a lie. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. “I love you” Tom’s words did they even mean anything?

When your flight landed, you took a taxi back home. The familiar trees, roads and the smell of freshly cut grass eased your wound. Finally you rang the bell only to be treated by your shocked mom.

“Y/N, you are here? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?” asked your mother. “Hey mom. Just felt like it. I missed you.” Your voice low and eyes tired said everything. “It’s ok, what happened? Do you want to talk about it?” sensed your mom, engulfing her hands around you pulling you into her embrace. The dam inside you gave up yet again and you fell onto your knees on the porch, in her arms, pouring your heart out. As your mother listened to the entire story, her fingers brushed through your hair giving you comfort.

“Did you talk to him after that?” you mother’s voice was low and comforting.

You sniffled and said, “No, I was completely shocked and I couldn’t stay there anymore and I left. He had called me but I really couldn’t get myself to talk to him. The first thing I did was to leave for the airport.” Your mother gave you a smile and asked, “well, honey you should have let him explain it you. I am sure there must have been a reason behind it. Tom doesn’t seem like a person who would do random things.” explained your mother. “Mom, but there were so many times when he could have told me all this. But he di..” you were cut short by your mother.

“’Could have’ honey, but he didn’t, why? You should have asked him that before you left. You know relationships are like a string. You hold one end and the person you love holds the other end. The string becomes stronger because of love, support and trust. Such misunderstandings can cut the string and no matter how many times you try to fix it and even if you do fix it, there is always a knot. You cannot stop misunderstandings but you can always prevent the cut and that way you can prevent the knot.” Your mom caressed your cheek softly and you realized your mistake. Things could have gotten a lot worse if you didn’t talk about it to your mom, so you were thankful. You got up, wiped your tears and headed towards your room. You decided to stay for two days before going back to Chicago.

As Tom’s flight landed, the first place he went was to your apartment. He realized you were not there. Luckily your neighbor was your landlady, so he rang her apartment’s bell and was informed that you were with your mom. Relief spread all over his body knowing that you were alright.

You were glad you decided to take a break. An evening before your flight you went to Jeffrey’s. The owner was overjoyed when she saw you there. She welcomed you and had your usual prepared even before you would order it. You sat on the same table where you and Olivia used to sit, sadly only this time you were alone. It was funny how you always ended up at Jeffrey’s. You remember Oliva bring you here for the first time after she won the elections, your first date, you celebrating your graduation, everything. You decided to send a picture to Olivia and as you opened your camera, on the lower right side corner, there was Tom’s picture that you had managed to steal near the stairs in Maldives. You felt guilty for leaving him there, without any explanation.

As your flight had landed in Chicago, you dropped your luggage at your place and rushed out to Tom’s place when your neighbor informed you that he had come looking for you two days back. You were standing outside his door, fidgeting to ring the bell of his apartment before you finally did. Tom opened the door and his eyes snapped to yours and he was just staring at you.

“Tom, I am so sor-” before you could say anything he pulled you by your waist and laid his lips on yours. He kissed you like he was starving for months and you were all he needed. You stayed like that for some time before pulling out to breathe.

“Where the fuck were you Y/N? Do you realize how worried all of us were? How worried I was? I tried calling you but you wouldn’t pick up the freaking phone.” Yelled Tom. “I am so sorry. I was so confused and shocked when I heard them talking about you being the chairman. I was so mad at you tha– ” you broke down in tears but you wiped them off and continued, “that you didn’t tell me about it. I was scared you didn’t trust me enough to tell me about it. I was sca- scared that I didn’t mean anything to you.” When you said that out loud you realized how wrong you were. He gave up his reputation when he disclosed your relationship because you were still a fresher and he could have been framed for taking advantage over you.

“Doesn’t mean anything to me? Y/N, you mean the world to me. You are one of the only people in my inner circle whom I trust. You are my person and I love you.” Tom cupped your cheeks and continued, “I was going to tell you about the truth during our vacation. I tried to call you after the event to tell you about our extended stay but your phone was switched off.”

You lowered your gaze, dripping with guilt, Tom saw that and continued, “But I don’t blame you. It must have been a lot to take in. I never wanted to be a part of the entire media circus and Sam was better than me so we thought its better for me to stay hidden. I love my team and my work, I love what I do so I thought-” you cut him by a peck on his lips. “It’s okay, as long as you are happy I am happy about it too.”

He kissed you again, only this time a bit harder than he usually does. You moaned into the kiss, enough of him slid his tongue through your lips. His lips danced rhythmically on yours and you could feel the wetness in the middle of your thigs.

His hands clutched the fabric of your dress as he lifted you off the floor and put you on the couch gently, never once breaking the kiss. He slowly kissed your jawline moving downwards and making beautiful pink marks on you neck, as he made his way to the zip of your dress, pulling it down and leaving only black lace covering your most intimate parts.

“So soft”, his voice low and raspy as his hands cupped your breasts. You moaned at the sudden touch of the bulge in his pants, brushing on your inner thigh. “wanna feel you Tom.” With this Tom was quick to pull his T-shirt over his head leaving his chizelled abs in show as you pulled his pants down to remain only in his boxers. He sucked open mouth kisses on your collarbones as he put his hands on your clothed slit.

“You are so fuckin’ wet babe. Your panties are damp.” Said Tom as he pulled your them down and ran his index finger through your already dripping clit , he pushes one his digits in effortlessly. Enjoying the pressure you feel in your skull, you gasp “Fuck please”. He takes notice that you like the way he is making to feel so good, he chuckles and pushes another finger in stretching you out deliciously. “Wanted to make you scream my name when I had my knuckles deep in you in the flight.”

Your eyes flutter shut at his filthy words as it only pushes you towards your edge. “T-Tom fuck” you panted for him to only add another digit in you. “Oh G-God, Tom making me feel so good, Ah-” you moan when he slowly takes your neglected nipple in his mouth, licking it lavishingly until it’s all hardened.

“Who is making you feel this good, huh baby?” teased tom as he pulls and pushes his fingers out of you. “Y-YOU ARE!” you moan through the pleasure creeping through your body. “Scream my name, peach.” He slowly slipped lower after assaulting your nipple as licked your swollen bud. “You a-are T-Tom. Nnngh. Yes, Tom just l-like that.” you whimper with your hand curling through his hair. “Like this? Here?” he teasingly pressed and licked you swollen bud with every word, knowing that you liked it. You nodded whimpering beneath him as slowly curled tongue on your hole, fuck you with his fingers. With your toes curling with pleasure, he could tell you were close.

“Close, don- stop.” With pleasure rippling through your body, he stroked your inner thigh and said, “I know babe, you got tighter. Cum on my tongue babe.” He continued his digits thrusting in and out of you, your back arched as your orgasm hit you like a truck. You came undone on his tongue. He pinched your nipple as you came, helping to you to ride out your high. He slurped you clean leaving no evidence of your previous orgasm.

He kissed you again; hungry and messy and this time you could taste yourself on his tongue. You pulled his boxers down as he cupped your breasts and sucked both of your nipples together. You gasped at his length and pumped him a couple of times. “Fuck Y/N, so pretty” he moaned and you couldn’t believe how hard he was and you had not even touched him yet.

You pushed him down gently and said, “Babe let me make you feel good.” He groaned as you teased him with your tongue swirling on his tip which was already leaking pre-cum. His hands clutched your hair as his length slowly disappeared into your mouth. “Damn, Y/N your mouth looks so pretty around my cock” he panted as you slowly squeezes his balls. “Ahh- Y/N you do that I-I nnngh..n-not gonna last.” You teasingly look up giving him a smirk as you slowly press the vein that was showing through his length and bobbed your head up and down. His moans were making you drip with arousal gain. He was so big that you couldn’t fit him completely so you stroked the remaining part that you couldn’t.

You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth when you gagged once his tip reached your throat. “f-feels so g-good,__” he groaned as you swallowed. With tears forming in the corner of your eyes, you swallowed once twice until thick white cum was filled in your mouth, ”that’s it babe give me all of you.” You pumped him to milk out his remaining cum. “Fucking yes Y/N fucking take all of me. You are so good.” He slowly got still sensitive from his last orgasm but still hard as he pushed you on the couch again to prep you for his cock. He got up started walking towards the nightstand to grab a condom, but you stopped him and pulled him down. “I am on the pill” you voice was as low as a whisper but enough for him to hear it.

“Think you can take it babe? Can take daddy’s big cock when he fucks you hard?” he wet his digits by running them down your arousal and lubricating his length with it. “Yes I-I can. Need you Tom, need you in me. Please.” Need not be reminded again he slowly pushed through and let you have your time to adjust to his length. “Oh my God T-Tom you a-are- so b-big, fuck” you moaned as the pain of you stretching around his cock was nothing else but much pleasure. He took the sign and began moving before setting inhumanly fast pace.

He hit G-spot each time he pushed in and pulled out of you only to thrust in again with more force. “So tight. So perfect for me.” He praised you only to have you clutching around him. “Deeper Tom” you cried. “Your legs aro-around me baby.” He said through his shuddering breath. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him only to have him deeper crushing you velvety g-spot again and again with his thrusts. “aahh- Tom feels so good.” You moaned through the pleasure. “Let the neighbors know who is fucking you that good. Scream my love.” Commanded Tom through his breath. “You are Daddy AHH- close” you panted between your words with pleasure taking over you. “Cum on my cock doll.” Said Tom with his thrusts becoming sloppier and suddenly you clenched around his cock sending him over the edge and the room with filled with obscene sounds as you both came undone. He fell on top of you exhausted, with a layer of sweat covering both of your bodies. You could hear him whisper “Mine”; you smiled brushing his damp hair with your fingers. You laid like this for a while you felt him soften inside you. He was everything you imagined, better actually. Tom got up to get a towel to clean the both of you. He picked you up in his arms, to put you down on the bed.

“Stay here, I have to go to the office to get some stuff back. I will be working from home for a few days. I really want to spend some time together, especially after you were gone for like two whole days. I really missed you.” He said hugging you and nodded and hugged him back.

After he left you messaged your mother that everything was fine between you and Tom, also you thanked her and told she was right about Tom, he had a very genuine reason. You opened Tom’s photo from your gallery and sent it to Olivia, informing her as to how looked like. As you set your phone on the nightstand you looked outside the window and sighed in relief as the sun set only to rise tomorrow marking a new beginning.

Just then Olivia messaged you,

Olivia: He is Tom? Are you fucking kidding me? He is hot.

You: Yeah he is.

Olivia: Now I get you thirsting over him. Thirsting justified*thumbs up*

You: yeah it is?

Olivia: But I think I have seen him before tho..

You: the hell? How? Must have been the news then.

Olivia: probably…Oh snap..fuck in hell Y/N…!

You: what?

Olivia: He was at Jeffrey’s, the guy checking you out. The one I told to look back on cue..idiot.

You: No, it’s not possible…

Olivia: I don’t know, but it’s him for sure.

Just then you heard Tom come in, you locked your phone made your way to him and asked “Love, are you back?”

“Yes honey. Did you sleep?” he asked you with puppy eyes, as if his eyes were not lust-filled an hour ago, like how in God’s fucking name did he do that? That duality damn.

Out of your thought, you said chuckling, “No, not tired.”

“Not tired?” he questioned in disbelief. You waved your head. “What do you say , Round 2 then?” he asked teasingly. You brushed his fingers saying, “What!?No, I have something to ask you tho..” you followed him like a puppy as he made his way to the kitchen. “hmm” he hummed as he looked for something to eat. “Jeffrey’s sound familiar to you?” you asked curiously. At the questioned his snapped up from the jar of cookies as if he were caught stealing them. He then chuckled ”Took you long though. Nearly eight months.” “It was you, wasn’t it, the one checking me out?” you were surprised at his confession.

”Yeah.. you were in jeans and a black T-shirt full sleeves with Olivia, isn’t it? And then you showed up in my office in tight fitting dress on your curves.” He said eyeing you out. “Did you even realize how hard it was for me to hold back?” complained Tom. “Really? Sorry I guess.” You didn’t mean it though and he knew it. “What were you doing there?” you further investigated. “Remember the database thingy?” you nodded, “I had gone there to your university, to check the authenticity.”

“Uhuh… Jeffrey’s will remind me of another thing then.” You whispered.

“Did you go there when you went to your mother’s, your neighbor told me by the way.” He said pulling you closer brushing your hair. “Yeah I did. It was nostalgic. It’s very close to me. Thanks to someone” You showed your wallpaper which was his ‘stolen photo’. He chuckled seeing it. He took out his phone as he unlocked it was your photo on the day you and Olivia went to Jeffrey’s and he said, ”Me too, it’s close to me too.” “Why?” you asked though you already knew the answer.

“Because I fell in love with you at Jeffrey’s..”

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