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oh my god.

i ADORE this.

it’s so sweet and poetic and the whole idea is just magical 🥰 tom being so eager to learn about orgasms as well is just 🤤🤤🤤

Sing My Love To You | t.s.h

I don’t usually do moodboards for oneshots, but I felt inspired...

Pairing: merman!Tom Holland x fem!reader

Excerpt: “That secluded place had become your hideaway, a safe haven where the most important secret you jealously kept in your heart could no longer be a secret.

Said secret had a name you almost couldn’t pronounce and the sweetest, kindest smile ever. A smile that never left his face for too long whenever he looked at you.”

Word count: 8.797k

Warnings: English not being my first language, fluff, angst if you squint, (poorly written) smut, idiots to lovers, my usual weird dialogues.

A/n: I have no excuses for this thing, it just happened. I’ll be back with the fourth part of Unscripted on next week, you have Mr. Thomas Stanley Perfect Curls Holland to thank for it.

Tom Holland Masterlist

General Masterlist

Sometimes you felt bad, completely disappearing into thin air as soon as the night would fall, putting all your efforts into making sure not to leave any trace behind, like you didn’t even exist… but you had no other choice: no one could know, or you had no idea of what they would’ve done to him. And, quite frankly, you had no interest in finding out.

Taking a look behind you every once in a while to make sure you were truly alone, you made your way towards the open cave, the bright full moon guiding your steps, even though you would’ve had no trouble walking down that path blindfolded.

That secluded place had become your hideaway, a safe haven where the most important secret you jealously kept in your heart could no longer be a secret.

Said secret had a name you almost couldn’t pronounce and the sweetest, kindest smile ever. A smile that never left his face for too long whenever he looked at you.

You had met him by complete chance, thanks to, or rather because of a funny prank your so-called friends, that you now avoided like the Plague, had decided to pull on you, pushing you off the boat during a ride and abandoning you there, challenging you to get out of the water and make your way back home with a ‘long seaside promenade’.

You had tried to reach the cave, panic only increasing and weakening your body with every useless stroke of your arms, to the point you were about to pass out… about to, because you distinctly remembered an arm wrapping itself around your waist, holding you close to someone’s chest, your head resting on their strong shoulder, as an enchanting voice caressed your ears, the unknown words allying your soul.

Your saviour could’ve left you there on the sand, but had instead decided to lay next to you, waiting for you to get fully conscious again.

And you couldn’t have been able to describe what happened in your brain when you’d seen him for the first time.

Tom.

He was splendid, probably the most majestic creature you’d ever laid eyes upon. And the fact that he was real did nothing but increase your wonder.

Despite the saltwater, his hair was incredibly soft. It was dark and smoothed back when wet, but as soon as it dried off, those wonderful brown curls appeared in all their beauty. The mixture between his gentle eyes and the strong, defined features gave him a childish, yet adult appearance at the same time, something that would’ve looked off on every other face, but that was nothing short of perfect on his.

Hadn’t it been for the gills on his neck, you would’ve mistaken him for an actual angel… but a quick glance at the rest of his body had made it clear that he was something else.

The upper part of his body was something you would’ve had no problem believing to have been carved by divine hands, decorated with iridescent scales covering the spots where – had he been human – his nipples would’ve been. They also returned around his waist, blending the pale skin with the magnificent combination of blues and greens of his long, powerful tail, making it seem like it was covered in fragments of every possible shade one could find the ocean.

Tom.

That was how he had told you you could call him. Well, actually, he had suggested ‘Thomas’, which was the ‘human version’ of his name, a name that sounded so beautiful in your ears, but tasted incredibly difficult on your human tongue. The nickname had only been a natural consequence, due to your ever-increasing closeness.

“Tom?”, you called, your voice echoing in the air as you carefully stepped on the slippery rocks, getting closer to the water. “Are you there?”

You were expecting him to come out of the sea as he always did, since it was way easier for him to do that, instead of reaching the shore, having to drag his body on the sand. He would use his strong arms to prop himself up so that he could sit next to you, tail dangling in the water, the scales lightly brushing against the naked skin of your legs every now and then.

But when you heard him, his voice was coming from behind you.

“y/n!”, Tom greeted you, causing you to turn around.

You spotted him immediately, on the small stretch of sand near the entrance, his head popping out from behind the rocks, the messy mop of fully dried curls giving away the fact that he had been standing – or rather, laying to be more exact – there for a while, waiting for you.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep”, he explained with an embarrassed smile, fingers combing through his hair to get rid of the grains of sand. “I’m so happy that you’re here!”

“Of course I’m here, mate”, you chuckled, starting to make your way back to him. “We had an appointment, remember?”

Tom lowered his head, a light shade of red spreading on his cheeks. “I know, but I have something to show you!”

“Something as in–”

“A surprise?”, he finished for you, his pretty brown eyes shining with an excitement that made your stomach do a double somersault. “Yes!”, he nodded vigorously.

Before you could have the time to ask him what that surprise was about, he stood up, revealing a pair of definitely new legs… and you had no other choice but to stop dead in your tracks, as your jaw dropped to the ground.

You were only able to see them from the knee up, but had no trouble noticing how well they matched the rest of his statuesque body. The shimmering scales were completely gone, even the ones on his chest, and the same thing had happened to his gills, all of his skin now uniformly as smooth and white as the marble from which he seemed he had been carved off.

Oh well, a surprise indeed. Especially considering the legs were not the only definitely new thing he was revealing to you…

Tom opened his arms, the enthusiast smile shining on his face. “Look! I’m human!”, he exclaimed.

Oh, he was. He was fully human.

And a well-equipped one, too…

That sight had two very different effects on you at the same time, causing your mouth to water and the blood to drain from your body all in one go.

Thankfully, you managed to gain your voice back. “W-what are you-why are you naked?!”, you stuttered.

“I’m human! Just like you!”, Tom repeated, before taking a few tentative steps. “See?”, he added, with the same pride of a kid showing their parents a new ability they just learned. His legs were not failing him, so he didn’t stop, rounding the rocks and heading in your direction. “I can walk!” He frowned immediately after, lowering his gaze as if he were noticing for the first time that he had something between his legs. “Though I’m not quite sure what this thing is for…”

“Oh my-please don’t come any closer!”, you shrieked, jumping back and covering your face with your hands.

“W-what’s wrong?”, he asked as he stopped, his tone of pure happiness suddenly turning into a confused one. “What have I done?”

“NOTHING!” You shook your head violently. “Nothing, just…”, you said again, trying to sound a bit calmer. You figured that not facing him could be helpful, so you promptly turned around and dropped your hands, but still didn’t dare to open your eyes. “Just stay right where you are.”

“y/n…”

“Oh my God…”, you murmured to yourself, the tempting image of his body in all its naked glory still burning behind your eyelids, every detail so painfully accurate…

“You’re upset…”, Tom observed after a bit. “Is it because of me? Do you want me to sing for you, so you can calm down?”

Oh no, not the singing, I couldn’t control myself!

“No!”, you croaked. “Just put some clothes on, for God’s sake!”

“Clothes?”, he wondered, sounding genuinely taken aback. “I… oh, I understand: you’re embarrassed because I'm naked.”

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

“I was so excited to show you my transformation that I forgot that you humans have the custom of covering your bodies”, he told you. “But I…”

“What?”

“I have nothing I can use…”

You almost didn’t let him finish: opening your eyes, you knelt to the ground, rummaging through your bag until you found your beach towel. “Here.” You stood up and extended your arm out. “Use this. Use it however you please, just use it.”

He took it carefully, and you tried to ignore the fact that, in order to do that, he had been forced to come closer and was now, most likely, standing right behind you.

“… y/n?”, he let out in a small voice.

Your shoulders tensed. He was close. “… yes?”

“I… I don’t know how…”

“Oh fucking hell”, you muttered. “Fine.”

You turned on your heels and, looking anywhere but at him, you ripped the towel from his hands, throwing it around his waist and cursing to yourself a few times since it kept falling due to your shaky hands and the fact that you weren’t watching what you were doing.

“… am I that hideous?”, Tom asked you in a murmur, the sadness in his tone feeling like a needle piercing through your heart.

Your head snapped up, gaze finally landing on his face, every other movement coming to a halt. “What? No, I’m just–”

“Embarrassed, I know”, he completed your sentence with an understanding look. And yet, the fact that he understood wasn’t enough to erase that drop of sadness spreading in his eyes. “… but you seem so shaken…”

“Tom…”, you sighed. He looked like he was on the verge of tears and you hated yourself for being the reason behind it. “It’s not like that. At all.” You found the courage to lower your gaze on your hands, fixing the goddamn knot once and for all. After being satisfied with the result, you looked at Tom again, cupping his cheeks. “Listen to me: you’re not hideous. In fact, you’re beautiful.” You smiled, taking in his adorably surprised expression. “So beautiful it almost hurts.”

His eyebrows knitted together. “But I don’t want to hurt you…”

Bringing his face closer to yours, you made sure he couldn’t advert his eyes. “It’s a good kind of hurt, mate, I swear.”

“So…”, he began hesitantly. “You like my human form, then?”

“I just called you beautiful, didn’t I?”, you reminded him with a chuckle. “And, for the record, you’re a very handsome merman, too.”

His big brown eyes lit up at your words. “I… I’m glad that you’re saying this… I was afraid you wouldn’t like me…”, he confessed.

“That’s simply impossible”, you countered, the smile never leaving your lips. Fighting the urge to pinch his cheeks, you rested your forehead against his. “How did you do it?”

“My mom taught me”, he said, letting out a giggle at the fond memory, the adorable wrinkles forming around his eyes tugging at your heartstrings. “She was actually surprised that I learned this quickly.”

“I’m not.”

“How so?”

You rubbed the tip of his nose with yours. “You’re smart.”

“No”, he replied seriously. “I just had a good reason.”

You fell silent, any possible reply dying in your throat before you could even attempt to formulate it. So you simply decided to enjoy that fragment of peace, letting the calming sound of the waves do all the talking and your imagination run free, keeping your eyes closed as your thumbs brushed over his cheekbones, your breaths mingling together.

“y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Can I taste your Sea?”

You pulled back a bit, just enough to look at him. “My sea?”

Tom nodded. “I mean, your water?”

“My what?”, you asked, more puzzled than ever.

“You’re producing water between your legs”, Tom pointed out as if it was the most common thing ever. Literally, he was pointing at your crotch with his finger. “I can smell it. If we were in the sea, I could taste it.”

Eyebrows practically reaching your hairline for the shock, you dropped your hands, letting them fall at your sides.

Seeing the pure bewilderment that was shaping your features, and probably misinterpreting it, he proceeded to tell you more. “It’s like… how can I explain it to you…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, clicking his tongue. “Oh, right! It’s similar to when you humans wear perfume and other people smell it. Well, sort of… the water we create has our scent, but we do it intentionally, and it’s for one specific… target. Or more than just one, if we prefer it that way. We release our Sea to let others taste it. If they want to, of course. It’s a way to create a mating bond.”

“A what?!”

“A mating bond”, Tom repeated, confirming that you had heard him correctly. He pointed at your crotch again. “I taste your Sea”, then at his own, “you taste mine, and that will make me your mate”, he concluded. Or at least that was what you thought…

“So, since we’re not in the sea and I can’t taste it through the water, should I get on my knees? Is that how you humans like to do it?”

He wasn’t doing it on purpose. He wasn’t saying it on purpose. And you knew it, but fuck if it didn’t make you want to yell that yes, that was indeed one of the many ways you humans liked to do it.

And yes, you wanted to be his, in every sense of the word. His girlfriend, his wife, his friend, his mate, or whatever else he would’ve pleased to call you. You didn’t care about the label, as long as you got to spend the rest of your life with him.

Tom took a step forward. In response you jumped back as if you were trying to avoid a lighting. “Absolutely not!”, you squealed.

You couldn’t do that. And, most importantly, you couldn’t do that to him. He probably didn’t even realize what he was actually asking you, at least from a human point of view. He was talking about something so pure and meaningful, and you were just horny. Yes, in love, but still horny. You would’ve only scared him to death and he would’ve hated you forever.

You couldn’t.

“I… don’t understand”, he mumbled as he stopped, eyes studying your face to find a clue, something, anything that could explain your strange behaviour. “I thought you wanted to create a mating bond with me.”

Please, stop saying that.

You winced, wondering if you should really voice the question that was resonating in your mind. “… how?”

“You call me ‘mate’ all the time”, he reminded you. And he did it with such innocence, that it made you feel like a monster. “And you’re producing your Sea… like, a lot of it–”

“Stop talking about how wet I am!”

“Wet?”, Tom repeated, tilting his head to the side. “That’s the word you humans use? Well, it makes sense…”, he pondered. “So you get wet on purpose to communicate–”

“It’s not on purpose!”

“… it isn’t?”

“NO!”

You had yelled it, such a tiny word spreading around, increasing in size with every echo coming back to you. And then, silence.

Tom went still as if he just got petrified, eyes boring into yours and mouth agape, the only sight that he was alive being the colour slowly draining from his face. The light in those warm chocolate irises lost its intensity, getting duller and duller, to the point it was reduced to a tiny, weak spark, engulfed by a gelid numbness.

“Oh… I-I apologize.” He dropped his head, looking like he was bowing to you, and despite his voice being barely audible, you could distinctly hear a light shakiness in it. He must have noticed it too, because he cleared his throat and straightened his back. “I thought you wanted me as your mate”, he mentioned casually, the way someone would do to dismiss a silly topic that has been given too much attention.

“Tom… are you okay?”

A nod. A mild chuckle. “Yes.” And then another nod. Another mild chuckle. “… I’m just sorry I embarrassed you.”

You raised your hand to give him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, but decided against it and let it fall to your side. “That’s okay, you didn’t know”, you attempted to cheer him up. “But… are you sure that’s all?”

Tom gave you a tight-lipped smile, nodding, eyes looking in your direction… but not at you. “Yes.” Then he awkwardly moved away from you to go sit on the sand.

You observed him as he tried to decide what to do with his legs, unsure if he should cross them, like he had seen you do so many times, or not. In the end, he went for the first option, tentatively resting his elbows on his knees.

With a sigh and a worried look clouding your face, you took off your rock shoes and sat next to him, mimicking his position. “Tom…”

He kept looking ahead of him, as if the mere sight of you could destroy him in the blink of an eye, a light blush coating his cheeks. You could see it even under the moonlight.

“Tom”, you tried again, resting a hand on his knee and rubbing it gently. You didn’t miss on the light shiver shaking his body. “You can tell me.”

“How can you be human?”

You arched an eyebrow. “… I’m sorry?”

“Your voice”, he repeated, finally turning towards you, the intensity in his gaze starting a fire all over your skin. “I’ve never heard a voice like yours. Not even among Merpeople. It’s so beautiful…” He seemed frustrated, like the mystery was causing him actual physical pain. But it wasn’t just that. He appeared broken, consumed by an overwhelming feeling. “How can a human have such a beautiful voice?”

“Well… you haven’t met many humans, darling”, you joked tensely.

“No, I suppose I haven’t. I guess that explains it”, he hummed, going quiet once again. “You know, I would’ve loved it…”, he said with a little voice.

“What?”

“For you to want me as your mate.”

Those puppy eyes. The subtle crack in his voice. The tenderness of his melancholic smile. It all hit you in the face like a bloody avalanche.

And you just couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Oh, fuck it”, you muttered, crashing your lips onto his.

Much to your surprise, he didn’t skip a beat, hand shooting up to cup the side of your face as he promptly kissed you back, chapped but still soft lips moving against yours, their salty taste filling your mouth and making your head spin. Your hands moved to his hair, running through his curls, lightly tugging at them.

“Your lips are so sweet, y/n…”, he mumbled.

Every time you tried to pull back, he eagerly chased you, stealing another kiss. And another, and another, and another…

Not that you were complaining, the butterflies filling your stomach having the time of their lives as he stole your breath, along with your heart.

“What is this?”, Tom whined, suddenly breaking the kiss. “What are you doing to me?”

He looked… flustered. The paleness from before now entirely gone, red blooming on his cheeks.

“What–”, you panted. “What are you–”

“I feel… I feel the need to touch you”, he confessed bluntly, the burning need leaving no place in him for shame. “With my hands, and my mouth and… all of me. I…” He stopped, taking a deep breath to clear his mind and find the right words.

“Go on”, you encouraged him, moving closer to his body so that now your side was pressed against his. “Tell me more.”

You were going to Hell. But you would’ve made sure to offer him a taste of Heaven during your downfall.

Tom threw his arm around your shoulders, the other hand still glued to your cheek, craving your closeness like his life depended on it. “I-I want you… under me”, he told you, burying his face in your hair, getting drunk on your scent. “I want to see you lying on the sand as I… ah!”

“What is it?”, you asked, fear and concern lacing your tone.

“It hurts!”, he whimpered desperately, sounding as if he was on the verge of tears. “It hurts and I don’t know why! And every time I look at you…” He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. “It hurts more, but it’s like I do want more of that pain and I don’t know what to do!”

Oh, you could tell. It would’ve been impossible not to notice the very evident tent under the towel.

You kissed his cheek. “Tell me how you feel”, you told him sweetly, then kissed his temple. “Tell me what you want.”

“I… I want you to touch me.”

Keeping a hand in his hair, softly scratching his scalp, you dragged the index of your free one along his cheek, down his neck, tracing his collarbone. “I am touching you.”

“There…”, he whined, and he was so desperate he considered grabbing your wrist and guiding you himself. He decided against it, not wanting to force you to do anything. “I want you to touch me d-down there…”

You splayed out your hand on the centre of his chest, and then moved it down, towards where he needed you the most. “How?”, you asked, as you easily undid the knot, letting the towel fall from his hips and his cock spring free, enjoying the mouth-watering sight. You didn’t give him the time to answer, wrapping your fingers around him, barely able to encircle him due to how thick he was. “Like this?”

“Oh!”, he gasped, squeezing your shoulder so tight you almost feared he could break it. He pulled you even closer as you started to pump him, smearing the little drops of pre-cum all over his length. “Y-your hand feels so nice…”, he mouthed against your neck. “So, so nice…”

You gave him slow, delicate strokes, never forgetting to pay attention to his tip. “Do you like it, Tommy?”

“I do”, he murmured, hips bucking up into your touch. “I do…”

You rubbed your thighs together, trying to get some sort of alleviation as you clenched around nothing, but it soon became unbearable. “Fuck… can I try something else?”

“Please.”

You removed your hand from him and instead threw a leg over his now out-stretched ones, straddling his hips so that your scarcely clothed core ended up flushed against his bare one, making you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh my… this… this is even better…”, Tom stuttered, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. “Y-your Sea, I can feel it.”

You never would’ve thought that a sentence like that could have such a strong effect on you, but there you were, already a mess, and he hadn’t even laid a finger on you yet.

“You’re so wet… and warm…” He inhaled deeply, breathing in your fragrance. “Can I touch you?”

“I want nothing else, love.”

His hands came up to your waist, shoulders and back, feeling you through your clothes. “Soft… so soft…”

The more you gave him, the more you wanted. Out of instinct, you grinded against him, coating his length with the wetness soaking your costume.

“Ah!”

“I’m sorry!”, you apologized, silently cursing yourself. “I didn’t–”

“Again”, Tom demanded, with an authority you had never heard in his voice. You had no idea why, but it reminded you of the way of speaking a powerful individual would use. Someone who’s used to order and be obeyed. However, it all slipped from your mind with the next thing he said, back to sounding like the Tommy you knew. “Do it again, y/n, please.”

You did, dragging your sex against his over and over again, until he was reduced to a whimpering mess. Not that you were doing any better…

“H-how does it feel?”

“I like it.” His teeth sank into his lips, jaw squared and clenched. “I like it so much…”

“But?”, you questioned. It was obvious that he had something else to say, something that he wasn’t able to put into words, both because of how embarrassed he felt and of how new all of this was to him.

“… i-it’s not enough…”, he admitted shyly, even with a tinge of guilt.

You moved your hands to his head, gently massaging his scalp and temples, continuing to dry-hump him. “Tell me what else you want, Tommy”, you purred, the nickname only adding to the pile and making him groan. “I’m here for you.”

“I… I want it to…”

“You want it to be inside me?”, you suggested.

His puppy eyes blinked at you in disbelief. “… i-is that possible?”, he wondered.

“It is.”

“Then yes. Please, yes.”

You ceased your movements, quieting his complaints with a sweet kiss, then stood up, backing up a bit so that he could take you in entirely, the reality of what you were about to do weighting on your shoulders like a sack of rocks.

“Tom, listen to me”, you began, looking at him in the eyes. “If there’s anything I do that you don’t like, I need you to tell me right on the moment, okay?”

Nothing about what you just said seemed to upset him in the slightest. “I like everything you’re doing.”

You bit your lip, holding back a flattered smile. “That’s lovely to hear. But it’s impossible for a human to be perfect and faultless–”

“Not for you.”

Your breath itched in your throat, the beating of your heart so loud you could hear it in your ears. “Tommy…”, you tried again with a faint whisper. “This is… delicate.” You gulped, your hands restless as they tortured the flimsy fabric of your sundress. “And the last thing I want is to hurt you or force you to do something you don’t want…”

“I want this”, he stated.

“You don’t even know what we’re doing”, you pointed out.

“It doesn’t matter”, he dismissed it with a shake of his head. “It can be anything as long as it’s with you.”

He was so sweet, so adorable, and you wanted to cry because you absolutely didn’t deserve him, but you still loved him so so much. “… just, please, promise me you’ll tell me if something’s wrong. Can you promise me that?”

“I promise.”

His serious tone finally reassured you and your concerned expression abandoned your face, a smirk finding the courage to occupy the vacant place. “Good. Good boy”, you praised, and he literally growled at that, the noise going straight to the hungry aching spot between your legs.

Reaching under your dress, you removed your bikini with slow, calculated gestures. It wasn’t an attempt to tease him – considering how goofy you probably appeared while doing that –, but your own way to ease into it. Taking a deep breath, you let the thin shoulder straps fall from your shoulders, the flowy material pooling around your feet, leaving you completely exposed to the touch of his adoring dark gaze.

“Beautiful”, Tom said, licking his lips, the contrast between his innocence and the sinful act eliciting a soft moan from you.

“Come here.”

You obeyed, your shaky legs guiding you back into his lap, your fingers once again wrapping around his thick cock, until the tip was kissing your slick folds. Using his strong shoulders as leverage, you finally sank down on him.

You took it slow, being as careful as you could, and yet the pleasure was still stained with hurt, the unrivalled stretch and fullness making you forget about everyone and everything else that had come before him.

If you tried to keep your moan quiet – you didn’t even know why, considering you were alone – the same thing couldn’t be said about Tom, who was far too gone in how good, how right you felt around him to contain his loud groan.

“Ah!”, he whimpered. “T-this… y-you…”

“Yeah… same here…”, you giggled, eyes closed and brows furrowed as you tried to regulate your breath. “Are you okay?”

There was no reply, but, when you took a glance at him, his appearance told you everything you needed to know.

He looked nothing short of divine, eyes screwed shut, thin lips forming a perfect circle, his big hands gripping the towel underneath him so hard you were afraid he could hurt himself.

You raked your fingers through his curls, pushing them away from his forehead. “C-can I move?”, you asked, the pain forgotten like a meaningless memory.

Once again, you were met with a silent answer as he agreed with a feverish nod.

It was all you needed. You attacked his neck and collarbone with an urge you didn’t know you had in you. The firm but soft skin turned into your personal playground, even the smallest inch of it being thoroughly explored. With every roll of your hips came a new bite, promptly soothed with a kiss. You marked him up as you welcomed him in your body, claiming him as you offered yourself up to him.

You reached the spot right under his ear, right where his gills would’ve been, a moan louder than the others telling you that he was more sensitive there. So you decided to pay special attention to it, the enthusiastic sounds he kept letting out only spurring you on.

“Lay down”, you told him, releasing his lobe and brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. “Let me take care of you.”

He did as you told him and you ran your hands up and down his torso, enjoying the muscles reacting to your touch.

“So pretty… my pretty Tommy.”

Taking him in deeper, you arched your back, grunting softly every time his tip hit your cervix, every time he brushed against your g-spot.

“So good…”, he panted. “You feel so good…” He opened his eyes to admire you, enraptured by the sight of you rocking on top of him, but it didn’t last long. It felt too overwhelmingly good to keep them open. Therefore, despite the heavenly image still burning in the back of his mind, he realized he needed something else, a different way to look at you.

“I need… I need to touch you!”, he cried out. “Please, let me touch you!”

Without a word, you took his hands, resting them on your hips, allowing him to fondle and squeeze you. You had no scales there, just delicate skin that felt unreal under his palms. You kept guiding him, making him caress your belly and grip your waist, introducing your now fully naked body to his touch, letting him explore every inch of you.

And then you kept moving his hands up, up, up, until they cupped your breasts, fervently kneading the soft flesh as if they had been created to do just that.

“N-no scales here either…”, Tom observed breathlessly.

“Is it weird?”

He shook his head no, licking his lips. “I love how soft you are”, he confessed. “How soft you are everywhere…”

He couldn’t hold still anymore and, almost without realizing it, he started fucking you back, hips coming up to meet yours in a messy, desperate fashion that forced you to increase your pace, so that you could match his one.

You felt like you were losing your mind, between his thrusts and the echoes of your joint moans overlapping each other and destroying the silence of such a quiet night, making everything that was happening ten times more intense, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Oh, your Sea…” He was pounding into you now, using his hold on your hips to bring you down, ruining you without even knowing it. “I can feel it all around my… I-I feel like I’m drowning in you… I… oh, it’s too much…”

He was close, you could tell. It wasn’t the exact same for you. It felt good, amazing, actually, but you needed a bit more. Right now, though, you didn’t care.

“Let go, Tommy, it’s alright”, you encouraged him as you caressed his cheek, running your thumb across his lips. “I got you.”

“Let me hold you!”, he pleaded.

You complied, leaning forward until your chest was glued to his, elbows resting on both sides of his head as your fingers went back to his curls, right where they belonged.

Tom threw his arms around your waist, keeping you there. “Yes…”, he sighed. “Yes, let me hold you…”

“I’m here”, you reassured him, kissing along his jaw to get to your favourite spot. “My sweet, sweet Tommy.”

He came with a cry of your name, hips going still as his length pumped and flexed, releasing his load into your tight heat.

You rested onto his chest, patiently waiting for him to come down from his height, cuddled in his arms, his heart beating furiously against your own.

“That… that was…”, he mumbled when the fog clouding his mind started to clear up. “I never knew I could… we don’t… we have nothing like that…”

“That’s how humans pleasure each other”, you said with a satisfied smile, so happy of finally being in his arms that you didn’t even care about not finishing. “I’m glad you like it.”

However, he noticed quite soon that something was… off with you. You were happy and he could sense it, but there was something about your body that didn’t convince him. “But you… you didn’t…”, he observed, hating that he didn’t know the proper words to use.

“It’s alright, Tommy”, you reassured him, peppering kisses all over his pouty face. “I still enjoyed it.”

“No, it’s not”, he countered. “Let me help you.”

Without neither waiting for an answer nor pulling out of you, Tom swiftly manhandled your pliant body until you were lying on the sand under him. He stopped for a moment, admiring the sight of you, naked and completely at his disposition, your surprised yet needy expression nearly driving him insane.

You let him do that, intrigued by this switch in his behaviour, by the sudden confidence transpiring from his gestures, curious to find out what else his instinct would suggest him. What else he would do to you.

He looked confused for a split second, but then a sparkle flashed through his eyes, and a pleased grin lifted the corners of his mouth.

He leaned down, making you think that he was going to kiss you, but instead he hid his face in the crook of your neck. The moment he parted his lips, an overwhelming sensation ran through your veins, enflaming every single drop of your blood.

“Oh!”

He was singing. Singing in his native language. And, even though you couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, you knew he was singing for you.

“And this…”, he breathed against the shell of your ear, briefly interrupting his song. “This is how we pleasure each other.”

“Oh, fuck…”, you whimpered, gripping his shoulders, your nails leaving angry red crescent moons on the flawless skin. “Y-yes… yes!” Your hips were now moving on their own account, and you pathetically fucked yourself on his cock as he fucked you with his voice.

Seeing you like that, just like he had pictured you, feeling you like that, made Tom fully hard again, and it only added to the ever-growing pleasure he was giving you. You tightened your legs around his waist, drawing him closer, deeper. And then your walls clamped down on him. Hard. It elicited a growl from him, but he still kept singing, determined to accomplish his mission.

“… oh, Tommy!” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, back arching against his chest to the point it almost hurt, but you couldn’t have cared less. Not with the feelings your Tommy was sparking in you, not with the way he was making you his.

And maybe it was because nothing had ever felt that intense in your entire life, maybe because his voice was filling your brain, annihilating every other thought, or maybe it was because you realized you had never loved someone that much…

But next thing you knew, his name, his real name was all you could say, all you could invoke. The captivating melody hidden behind those foreign syllables took control of your mouth, it echoed all around your bodies, bouncing off the rock walls, spreading in the rhythm of the water, planting roots in the sand, soaring towards the stars filling the night sky.

You used his language, singing his name as you reached your peak. That, combined with the way you felt as you did, triggered the same reaction in Tom and, as he ended his song, he emptied himself inside of you, filling you up for the second time.

You both didn’t move for a while, staying tangled in each other as you slowly regained full control of your beings after such a mind-shattering experience. Tom was resting on his elbows, careful not to hurt you as he used his body to shield you from the chill air.

“Was that your language?”, you asked softly, legs finally dropping from his waist and hands caressing his back.

“Yes.”

“Did I say your name right?”

He answered without answering you, humming contently, as he nuzzled the tender skin of your throat.

“What were you singing about?”

“You”, Tom replied bluntly, the loving gaze he directed at you nearly punching the air out of your lungs. “I think you humans would call it a serenade.”

He seemed unsure whether he should say more or not, so you tightened your arms around him and kissed his shoulder. “Go on.”

He raised his head just enough to look at you. “I was singing about your beauty. And kindness. And the funny faces you make when you get flustered”, he told you, an amused smile brightening his features.

“And the passion that transpires through your every word. And about how lovely your laugh is. And how perfect it feels to have you in my arms and…” His cheeks turned red. “… to be inside of you”, he added sheepishly.

You’re too adorable for your own good, my love.

“And how your voice is the most enchanting sound I’ve ever heard, and that I want to listen to it for the rest of eternity, and how much I–”, he stopped halfway through his last sentence, like he’d just realized it was something he wasn’t supposed to say.

He decided to change the subject, focusing more on how he said what he said. “It’s simplified. It’s… a bit weird to use your language. Any human language, in general. They are much more… schematic and concise than the one we use. There are a lot of concepts I'm not able to express at their full potential because your words…”

“Lack depth?”, you offered.

“… yeah, basically”, he agreed with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“You didn’t”, you replied. “If anything, I’m kinda sad I can’t understand it… and a bit jealous, too: your language sounds amazing.”

He was literally beaming at your compliment, delighted that you appreciated something that was so important to him.

“And now I can tell why they depict you as irresistible tempters”, you sassed, playfully poking at his side.

He blushed at your words. “That’s… that’s made to sound like that. Seducing, I mean”, he tried to explain. “Not all our melodies sound like that, otherwise…”

“You would be going around giving each other eargasms every time you try to communicate, I get it”, you joked, kissing the tip of his slightly crooked nose. “It’s still fascinating, though. And your voice is lovely.”

He returned the sweet gesture. “Thank you.”

“So… what were you going to say next?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“After that part about you wanting to listen to my voice for eternity…”, you recalled quite proudly. “How much you what?”

“I… I wanted to say that…” His voice dropped in the blink of an eye, almost getting covered by the waves crushing on the sand and rocks. “That I love you, but then I… felt like a didn’t have the right to.”

Wait, what?

As much as hearing those words was what you had been dreaming of for months, now you couldn’t enjoy their marvellous effect on you, that weird conclusion digging a whole in your stomach that was threatening to destroy all those happy butterflies.

“What do you mean?”

“We cannot say it to someone who doesn’t want us back.”

“You think I…” You gaped at him, not believing your own ears. “Tommy, I don’t know how to tell you… but what we just did…”, you tried to explain, a weird shyness setting your whole face on fire. “… it’s sort of the human equivalent of a mating bond.”

You cringed a bit as soon as the words left your mouth, getting the impression that you were downplaying the importance of what just happened between you two. And low-key feeling like one of your aunts was talking through you, basically saying that sex had one meaning and one meaning alone. You definitely needed to elaborate more.

“Even though some people do it just for the fun of it. Nothing wrong with that, of course. Hell, I too have done it for the fun of it sometimes.”

Tom narrowed his eyes at you and you internally face-palmed yourself. This whole blabbering thing was getting out of hand and you cringed even more, looking for a way to expose your point in the easiest and, at the same time, least embarrassing way possible.

“Uhm… it all depends on how you think of it as you do it.” Yes. Yes, that could work. “If you want it to have a certain meaning or no meaning at all.”

“I see…”

You tipped your temple. “It’s all in the head, I guess.”

“And what’s in your head?”, he inquired. “What meaning did you give to it?”

You held his face in your hands, craning your neck to kiss that rebel eyebrow you adored so much. “That I love you”, you murmured. “As simple as this sounds…” Then you pulled him in for a kiss, repeating those words every time your lips would part. You wanted to breath them in him, pour them into his soul, lock them inside his heart in the exact same way he had done to you. “Did this answer your question?”, you asked when you finally pulled away.

He couldn’t contain his joy, the shine of his eyes putting the sun to shame. “So you do want me to be your mate?”

“We can formalize it your way, if you prefer”, you said with a breathy laugh, that suddenly turned into a gasp as Tom pulled out of you all at once, moving to kneel between your legs to taste your Sea.

“Wait!”, you stopped him, placing a hand on his arm. “I… might need some time before we do that.”

He immediately came back to you, laying on the sand and pulling you into a hug. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, hiding your face into his chest. “I just have to recover. You really did a number on me”, you laughed quietly.

“… did a number…”, he repeated, trying to understand what you meant. “… is it a positive thing?”

“A more than positive thing.”

“Even if I didn’t do it right?”

“Honestly?” With a small wince, you raised a leg, wrapping it around his waist. “You were surprisingly good for not even knowing what you were doing. You’re a natural.”

“But surprisingly good is not extremely good”, he complained, and you could tell that he was pouting.

“You just need some practice, that’s all.”

“Will you teach me?”

“Of course, Tommy.”

You kept cuddling for a while, your fingers moving idly on his chest, tracing invisible words on the paper of his skin, writing down your love for him, screaming it in silence.

“Do you think I could be able to learn your language?”, you wondered.

“Without a doubt”, he answered, almost without letting you finish. “You have a smart mind”, he said, kissing your temple and then brushed his fingers on your throat. “And with your voice… all of our melodies would sound so mesmerizing when coming out of your lips…” He made you raise your chin so that you would look at him as he trace the shape of your mouth. “And you could create so many more incredible ones…”

“You mean that I could…” You bit the inside of your cheek, mentally calling yourself stupid for the silly joke you were about to crack. “Write down ‘Our Song’?”

“Write down?”, Tom pondered with a confused frown. “I mean, you can, that’s… a bit unusual, though”, he added, considering your peculiar request. “They are special songs, so we simply cannot forget them once we create them.”

“I know, it was a stupid joke.”

“Oh… okay, I understand”, he said, but then corrected himself after a brief pause. “Well, I don’t, but okay.”

You let out a chuckle, then returned serious. “… could we create one together?”

“I’d love to, but…”

“But what?”

“That would bond us forever”, he told you carefully. “It’s something even stronger than a mating bond. Our souls would become one…” His hand cupped your cheek. “Are you sure you want me like that?”

“I am”, you stated firmly, then mimicked his action. “And what about you? Do you want me like that?”

“I do”, he nodded solemnly. “With all my heart.”

“Good. ‘cause I can’t wait to sing to you how much I love you, mate.”

As he turned back to his original form, Tom sighed contently, staring at the bright full moon casting a silver glow on your exhausted bodies. It turned out he wasn’t just a natural, but also a fast learner, and the two of you had gone for several more rounds – you had called them like that – and were now laying on the sand next to each other, hands tangled together.

You were out like a light, the last thing your brain had been able to register before literally passing out from one too many orgasms, being his head buried between your legs.

But Tom… Tom was wide awake, almost unable to contain the excitement buzzing in his whole body. He turned to look at you, at first only with his head, then laying on his side, admiring your breath-taking profile.

After a while, he slipped his free hand between your legs, brushing it against your sore sex as delicately as he could. You shivered in your sleep at the contact and he was quick to kiss your temple. “Shh, it’s alright, darling”, he murmured in your ear, singing a few comforting words under his breath to calm you down.

It worked as he expected it would, your weak human brain obeying him even when you were unconscious. He smiled fondly, observing the crease between your eyebrows disappear, your chest raising and lowering regularly as his fingers slipped between your folds, gathering the mixture of your juices still leaking off of you.

He took his time savouring it, a satisfied growl vibrating in his chest as he recognized your Sea. “Taste so sweet…”, he praised, talking more to himself than to you. “I would devour you from head to toe if I didn’t love you so much.”

He had wanted you for so long, dreamed of you accepting him as your mate ever since the first time he saw you. He had approached you, befriended you, trusted you with the secret of his existence, ready to risk it all just to know you, to give up everything if that meant he would get even just one minute of your company. And, unbeknownst to you, he had made sure to get back at your stupid friends. Nothing severe, just ‘a taste of their own medicine’, as you would’ve said.

He had been patient, forcing himself not to taste your Sea whenever the two of you would get too close while bathing together, resisting the temptation to seduce you with his voice, instead using it to tell you about the myths and legend of his people, just to see your beautiful eyes sparkle with curiosity and admiration.

It would’ve been easy. So easy, but it wouldn’t have been the you he wanted. The you he had learned to know and love, outgrowing the initial simple desire drawing him to you.

But oh, had all his efforts been repaid in the best way possible… he had never thought that being a human could be so… beautiful.

The things you had showed him, taught him, done to him, let him do to you… he had no words to describe them, he just knew that you had turned him into an insatiable creature. He wanted more, more, and more… and he could safely say that he much preferred the human way of tasting someone else’s Sea…

But the most important thing was that he had become your mate now, and he almost couldn’t believe it.

He felt like he had been waiting for this, for you his entire life. All those meaningless empty years, the sense of void that was slowly eating him up from the inside… all of that had faded to nothing the moment you had appeared. All his knowledge, all his beliefs, completely destroyed by the eyes and the voice of a prey…

His past self would’ve certainly laughed at the irony of that situation: a mighty, powerful creature, a king, giving googly eyes at the fragile human sound asleep in his arms. A predator wrapped around the finger of his natural prey. But Tom really couldn’t care any less.

He had made you his, and yet he felt as if he belonged to you more than you belonged to him. He could feel his own heart beat inside your chest, he had given you all of him and yet, he would’ve been ready to give you some more, if only you had asked.

“Mate…”, he whispered, running his thumb over your bottom lip before giving you one chaste peck. He was yours. He was yours and he couldn’t have been any happier.

“Your Majesty…”, a timid voice broke the silence.

“What?”, he snapped at the mermaid who dared to intrude his precious time with you. Instinctively, he embraced you, using his body to shelter yours, an act of both protection and possessiveness.

The poor thing cowered at his tone, and he wasn’t even looking at her. “I-I’m sorry to disturb you–”

“You better be, Nerea”, he hissed menacingly. “I trust you’re not that stupid to bother me without a good reason while I’m clearly busy.”

“F-forgive me–”

“Enough of that”, he interrupted her again with an annoyed click of his tongue. “What do you want?”

“Y-your father has sent for you, M’lord. I-I didn’t mean to interrupt your meal…”

“Meal?”, he repeated with an amused chuckle. He finally turned around to face the young mermaid, and sat up, gently lifting your body in the process and making you sit in his lap… or rather, tail. Your head fell onto his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you, cradling your sleeping form and covering you as best as they could. That human habit may not have made any sense to him or his kind, but it did to you.

“Oh, you know better than to call your future queen ‘meal’.”

Nerea’s jaw dropped at his words, eyes going round as she took you in. “That?”, she asked with disgusted incredulity. “Y-you want that, Your Majesty?”

“Oh, I don’t want her, my dear”, he grinned, pearly white fangs flashing between his lips. “I already have her.”

“Y-you didn’t…?”

“I’m afraid I did.”

“Oh!”, Nerea gasped, bringing her hands to her cheeks. “What will everyone say?”

“They can say whatever the hell they want. I don’t care”, Tom scoffed, his features softening immediately when he laid eyes on your face. “… as long as she wants me, I don’t care”, he added in a murmur.

“Now leave us.”

“But Your Majesty, your father…”, Nerea made another weak attempt. “H-he needs you to meet your advisers…”

“Let them wait”, he replied, not even bothering to look at her.

As long as you love me, I don’t care.

///Quick info: The final dialogue is in their native language, the names being the translation we would use, so even Nerea actually has a quite unpronounceable name 😅///

A/n: Aaaand here we are. It’s bad, I know, but I just couldn’t stop myself from writing this. Curse you and your beautiful curls, Tom. Thank you so much if you made it here, let me know what you think if you want! Love you 💜

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