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[worldoftom]

Birthday, Interrupted [18+]

written for @hollandsrecs’s Birthday Fic Fest

prompt » it is tom's birthday and you and tom keep trying to get alone for his special birthday present (sex ofc) but keep getting interrupted

words » 14.5k

pairing » uni ! Tom x uni ! f ! reader

warnings » all smut, explicit warnings under the cut

special thanks » my hoes <3 @hypnotized-so-mesmerized, @nowayhomeparker, @spidey-sophie + massive thanks to @spideyspeaches, @t-o-m-hollands for their help with proofreading <3

b’s note » happy early birthday, Tom Holland! my apologies in advance for what your character is going to endure and what you’re going to end up doing.

explicit warnings » a whole freaking lot of blowjobs so stay clear of this if you don't like reading about sucking dick; deep throating, mouth fucking, nipple play, bj at a club’s bathroom stall, mentions of dudes being assholes and sexist but nothing detailed, public exposure / slight exhibitionism, y/n enjoys being manhandled + being called a ‘slut’, more nipple play, germs!, unprotected intercourse (don’t try it at home), choking, choking with fingers, fingering, slight overstimulation, spitting, cum play that gets a little nasty but i promise Tom+Y/n are really, really cute :D

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“Happy birthday, stud.”

Tom jumps about five feet in the air when he hears you. You don’t blame him. After all, you have sneaked into his bedroom without him knowing. It was only luck that he wasn’t in here when you arrived, and you were pretty nervous because anybody could have opened the door and found you leaning against the window, but thankfully it was him. And he looks surprised. Which is the whole point.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he hisses, stomping closer to you. One of his hands is holding a towel around his middle, clearly fresh out of the shower. Bare feet thumping lightly on the hardwood floor.

“I wanted to give you my birthday present…” you say in the melodic purr you know makes him weak in his knees.

“We agreed we weren’t doing presents…”

“I know that, but trust me,” you smirk, “this one is worth it.”

“You didn’t bring anything, though,” he points out shrewdly, looking around the room as he vaguely gestured with his hands.

“Yeah, it’s nothing I needed to bring, but I can say it will be the best way to start off your day,” you say, patting the hand he has on his towel with yours.

“What do you say, stud?” you add, pulling on his hand. The towel remains around his hips, but the knot isn’t tight enough to hold on for long. “Up for a b-day blowie?”

“Nobody says b-day, y/n…”

You roll your eyes at his obsession with details. “Is that a yes or a no?” you ask, not waiting for his agreement before you pull on his towel and watch it fall to the floor.

“I— yeah—” he says, or tries to, voice struggling to come out in a full coherent sentence. When you look up, Tom is running a hand through his thick hair, the unruly curls framing his forehead. “Yeah, I mean, you— I’m not—”

“It’s okay, I got you,” you say, dismissing his stuttering and dropping to your knees on the big teal rug that was smooth to the touch by his bed.

Tom isn’t hard, that’s probably why he’s standing there looking at his midriff with dismay, but you know him quite well by now. You know all the soft spots and sweet spots and the pressure spots where all you need to do is kiss and lick and breathe heavily onto his skin, and yeah. There he goes, his cock springs up to attention in your fist right away. He takes a deep breath in when you lick up his length even though it’s still half soft, moving up to his belly as your hand pumps him up to full size.

It takes him only a minute, two at the most, before you have him moaning lowly and grabbing your head. You press a kiss under his navel, spreading your knees to be more comfortable, then keep on adding more and more follow-up kisses until you reach the base of his cock. It has stopped growing in your hand by now, so you spread a few tentative licks all the way up to the tip and focus on every curve you’ve learned to be sensitive on him.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says, with a little smile dancing on his lips. “This is not how I thought I’d be starting— ohhh, fuck. Do that again.”

You do as he asks and roll your tongue around the head, pressing the tip across his slit all the way down until his moans become strangled and loud.

What you don’t count on is on the knock on the door or on it being pushed open. Tom immediately shoves you away and you grab the towel, trying to wrap it around him at the same time as you try to hide behind his frame. He isn’t big enough to cover you completely, you know that much, but perhaps whoever just walked in — his mother, of all the people living in his house, for fuck’s sake, with a load of laundry in her hands — well, maybe, hopefully, she won’t spot you.

“Oh, mum, hey, t-trying to get dressed here, what the fuck,” Tom rushes to say. You hold your breath as though that could help you not be found.

“Sorry, I was just—” His mum stops talking all of a sudden. “Who is that?”

Tom looks down at you and you return his gaze, lips pressed together tightly to bite down a laugh. His eyes are all buggy and wild, and he’s only really holding his towel at his front to cover his crotch, so whatever he says had better be a good excuse to explain why you’re here without having walked in through the front door.

“Uhh, this is, um…” he trails off, vocalizing in a stutter as though he’s trying to think.

“Y/n,” you end up saying, pressing your palms on the rug to get up to your feet. Trying your best not to roll your eyes at him too much so that his mother won’t notice.

“Yeah, y/n,” he parrots after you, turning back to his mum.

You smile politely at her and stand up, not moving from the spot behind Tom. It’s hard not to laugh at the whole situation, but in particular at the way his butt cheeks are clenching so hard. You feel the urge to caress one of them, mostly as a joke, though it would be a way to try and help him keep it together, but you decide not to indulge it and blink instead.

“Y/n is… a friend,” Tom adds. The frown on his mother’s face eases only a bit. “From school. Wanted to, um, well, wish me a happy birthday, I guess. Eh.” Then he turns to you, ears all red, and asks, “Why’d you come here? You could’ve just texted.” His eyes grow even wider with his last word.

“That’s so impersonal, though, don’t you think?” you mock him, straightening the front of your t-shirt even though it doesn’t really need it.

When you look up, his mother has put the laundry basket on his bed and says, “Hmm. That’s fine, but let’s try the front door next time, all right?”

“Sure, mum.”

You can almost hear Tom’s eyes rolling as he says it, but you keep quiet, humming in agreement.

“Alright.” His mum sighs. “Well, hello, y/n. Will you be staying for brunch as well?”

Her politeness in this situation completely disarms you. You weren’t expecting her to be anything other than gentle, of course, considering what Tom has told you about her, but this— This is unexpected. Still, you take in a breath and start to say, “No—”

“Of course you are,” Tom cuts you off. “It’s my birthday and you’re already here, so why not.”

You peer at him through the corner of your eye, still studying the suspicious tilt of his mother’s head, then turn to him completely. “Well, I suppose I am then.”

After a very forced smile towards her, she says, “Perfect,” and starts to move, but she stops in the doorway and adds, “Sam was looking for you earlier, so make sure you go downstairs and help him, alright?” Then she walks out without waiting for Tom’s answer, leaving the door open after her.

You punch Tom in the shoulder as soon as she steps outside. “What’s up with you not knowing my name, huh?” It’s sort of funny, the way he kept stuttering given that he was hiding an erection, but his stuttering only made it seem like he didn’t even know you.

“I’m sorry, I panicked,” he excuses himself, throwing the towel into a chair in the corner and strutting towards the bed. “Not sure if you realized, but your mouth was on my dick when my mum walked in.”

“Not exactly what we had agreed on, is it?” You laugh. Tom clicks his tongue in annoyance.

This had definitely not been the plan you had once tried to concoct with him to introduce each other to your families. Well, several times, to be precise. You started discussing it after Tom ran into you while you were shopping about town with your family. He came up to you that day and slapped your butt cheek as a joke, regretting it immediately when he was scolded for it before you had a chance to open your mouth. After you both stopped laughing about what had happened, he suggested you should meet his parents too, but the most likely option would be at some sort of event at the university and it hasn’t happened yet.

You have sneaked into his room plenty of times before, but that was in the middle of the night whenever one of you texted the other for any reason — from insomnia to needing help with an essay to a simple craving in the gut so deep that you had to be dicked down right away. And Tom never really complained. He loved having you around.

He got all blushy whenever you sat pressed very close to his side if you did any school work at his desk, and all giggly whenever you chose an old corny film to watch so you could mouth the lines at each other and make stupid voices in between. It was equally great when you put that all aside and clawed at his shoulders, when he would fondle your boobs or your arse, when he’d eat you out sloppily in his chair or when you’d blow him to exhaustion on his bed, or if he was feeling really risky, when he would fuck you against the window since it was dark out and you could see each other reflected in the glass. You, of course, loved it just the same.

However, you would be out of there a few hours later, always before dawn so you could get home and sleep it off before the next morning. Tom never went to yours because you shared a room with someone else. You barely talked to them since you had opposing personalities, yet they didn’t make a fuss when you walked into the room, high on Tom and his minty kisses, and always, always smashed your toes against the trunk at the foot of their bed. If they could understand that, you could muster the courage to never bring Tom around the flat.

Your whole relationship has been forged around dozens and dozens of sneaky encounters, to be fair. Not just at his home, but also all over the university campus.

It all started back in the second year, when he was a jittery football player that almost always sat on the bench, and you were the classic student who would rather spend every day stuck in the library but would eventually be ‘forced’ by your friends to ‘at least’ watch the school matches for ‘fun.’

Truth be told, you only refused to go the first five times or so. Once Tom caught your attention, when he ran into the playing field to replace a teammate who had suffered an injury, your eyes started focusing solely on the shape of his legs and the tension in his muscles. And now it’s been a long time.

This year you’ve been having a different kind of longing in your chest. Things have moved on from sex to something more in the span of the last few weeks. Tom took you to play pool one night, and it was just the two of you. And it was amazing. Laughter, drinks, hours and hours spent outside until the sun started peeking in the horizon. You were lying in the grass at the park then, telling ridiculous stories from before you had met, and when you shut up and Tom didn’t say “I’ve a better one,” you knew something was going on. So you looked at him and he kissed you with more passion than usual. For much longer, too. And without words, you knew what it meant.

It seems like a long time ago, to be fair, but your heart still clutches in your chest when he throws you that boyish, I’m smitten with you kind of smile. You recognize it because you’re sure you grin at him in the very same way.

“Hey, if you don’t want to stay, I’ll tell her you had to leave or something,” Tom says gently. “It’s going to be a messy brunch anyway. All my brothers are home and they are very, very loud. Sam is probably going to ask you for help, too, by the way. He gets stupidly thorough with his birthday brunches, then he yells at you when you don’t do things his way, it’s a whole problem.” He laughs.

Tom has turned to you again as he speaks, throwing a t-shirt over his head and coming closer to wrap both arms around you. His cock is still half-hard between the two of you, but you can’t do anything to it right now. Not after his mother left the door open.

“It’s fine, I can stay if you want.” You accept his peck on the lips and smile at him sweetly in return. “But I’m not leaving without giving you your present, deal?”

“As if I’d let you leave with it.” Tom laughs, kissing you while his shoulders shake.

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Tom wasn’t lying. Things are hella chaotic once you get downstairs. He lives with his parents and three younger brothers, two of whom you have met before because Tom brings them along to a lot of his post-match parties. A pair of twins called Sam and Harry, who funnily enough look nothing alike. Yet you understand why. One takes after their mother, the other after their father, at least from what little you can perceive of their faces while Tom introduces you to them. You try not to stare too hard or for too long, not wanting to seem like a creep. You have already sneaked into their house without them knowing as it is.

After a while, however, all of them treat you as if you’ve been coming over since you were a kid. Tom’s father starts telling a lot of funny stories, some are embarrassing but nothing too extreme, and his mother keeps excusing you out of the way when you try to help with anything at all. Tom seems to be preoccupied helping his brother Sam, apparently the chef of the house, as he bangs pots and adds seasoning to whatever he’s cooking in the kitchen. Harry is off to the dining room, setting the table with a lot more utensils than you’ve seen in your whole life — then again, this is your first brunch. Maybe this is what all brunches look like even in the smallest of families. Or maybe it’s what every meal looks like at the Hollands’. And then there’s Paddy, the youngest brother, sometimes helping with chores, but most of the time yapping away after Tessa, the family’s dog. The ‘great grey lion,’ Tom calls her.

You— you’re on your best behavior. You’re not even as properly dressed as everybody else, which is embarrassing, so you keep to the side as much as possible. It’s a bit odd at some points because you keep moving from room to room if Tom goes somewhere, obviously not wanting to stand there awkwardly with someone you don’t know. Eventually Tessa takes to you, Paddy trailing along, and your shoulders lose some of the tension that had accumulated there.

Tom, of course, keeps trying to get your attention and steal kisses from your mouth — Tessa steals a couple of them right after him, earning a funny scowl from Tom every time — and whenever you aren’t paying attention, he slaps or gropes your ass, laughing it off. Or even worse, sometimes he comes up behind you and ruts his hips into you, moaning in your ear.

“Tom!” you hiss and slap him away jokingly when he does that. Inevitably, there’s always someone in the corner watching him with a fully blown frown on their faces.

At some point, since Tom goes outside to the back garden with his dad, you set yourself to help Harry in the dining room. He teaches you how to fold napkins the way their mum likes them, whispering to you that he doesn’t understand why it’s so damn important since you’re all going to wipe your faces off with them and throw them in the wash later. You can’t help but laugh at him. Harry’s dry, deadpan humor triggers your most high-pitched laughs every single time, and you think he may be the coolest younger brother you’ve ever met.

Nevertheless, as soon as their mum finds you helping him, she goes, “Wait, wait, what are you doing, y/n? You’re a guest.”

“Uh, but, um, I’d rather help than be in the way, really. Don’t worry about it, ma’am,” you say.

She sighs and shakes her head. “You don’t need to call me ‘ma’am,’ darling. Nikki’s fine. Now where’s Tom?”

“Dad took him to the garden, I don’t know,” Harry says with a shrug.

“Tom!”

“What?” he responds promptly, walking into the room in his typical sprightly way. “Oh, no! Y/n!” He gasps mockingly. “Dear lord, you’re folding napkins. Why, oh why are you folding the napkins?”

Both you and Harry find his reaction hilarious. His mother, not so much, but she smacks him lightly in the back of his neck and leaves the room anyway.

It isn’t much longer that you’re done with the napkins, but something else needs to be done. Tom keeps bumping his elbow into yours so you’ll mess up what you’re doing, which in turn makes you poke his side where he’s the most tickling, and in response he pokes you back, and so on.

“Ridiculous,” his brother Harry says, shaking his head before he disappears through one of the doors.

Tom only laughs at him, but then he looks at you and gives you that look you already know so well. His wonky left eyebrow lifted at a cheeky angle, his mouth contorted into a smirk, nose wriggling side to side in amusement. When he slips into the kitchen in baby steps, you continue focused on your task. It’s better to keep busy than to wander around a foreign house not knowing what to do.

Your ears perk up when you hear him gasping, but then you notice his stupid, amused tone when he calls out for his brother. “Sam, come quick, the eggs!”

He’s dramatic about it, saying ‘the eggs!’ like he’s in a Shakespearean play in the West End. You can almost imagine him with both hands on his chest and his mouth in a shocked ‘o’. It makes you giggle, but soon after, he stumbles back into the dining room and tugs on your hand, dragging you into a much smaller room in between this room and the kitchen. You find yourself surrounded by a washer and a dryer, a broom cupboard and several shelves with bigger pots and other utensils, but the image fades away as soon as Tom’s lips collapse against yours.

The kiss is quick and frantic, and by the time you manage to inhale, Tom has already undone his trousers and pushed his cock into your hands.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-shout, giggling at the same time.

“Getting my present from my girlfriend.”

You tilt your head at the word. You do it every time. It still baffles you that he gets to call you that in his soft voice, with his gorgeous puppy eyes fixed on yours.

“We may have to be quick about it, though,” he says, pulling on the door handle to make sure it’s closed properly. You notice that it doesn’t have a lock, which is odd, but you don’t question him about it.

Instead, you crouch before him and get your mouth on his cock, sucking him off with greed and intent. If it has to be fast, you’ll make it fast, but you’ll also make it the best time ever. The location isn’t ideal, but it only makes it more fun. Besides, you’re sort of experts at quick sex things, being used to sneaking into corners of the library or the shower stalls after his football practice. Once he even fingered you in some store’s fitting rooms when you needed to buy new clothes for your family summer vacation.

“Christ, y/n, love your fucking mouth, baby,” he mumbles.

You can tell by the strangle of his voice that he’s trying to keep it quiet, but you’re also not making it easy for him. You have your cheeks hollowed, your tongue moving everywhere that makes him tick, hand wrapped tight around him and pumping furiously, the other cradling his balls. His skin is burning in your palms, dick twitching further and further into your mouth as you take more and more of his length.

Tom holds your head and grasps your hair, pulling just the way you like, which makes you suck harder and pump faster and moan around him. There’s spit all around your lips, and precum leaks from his tip onto your tongue, bitter and salty but so, so good. You look up at him and catch sight of his blissed out face, lips ajar, lashes fanning out over his cheeks, a tinge of red spreading on his skin making him look so damn beautiful.

A sense of pride grows in your belly at how fast you put that frown on his forehead, his eyebrows squishing together as he gapes and moans louder than he probably intends to. He shifts to support his weight on the counter beside him, right above the washer, so you take to it once again. Hand clasped around his length, mouth on his tip, and then you suck with all your might. Bobbing your head at a paced rhythm, hearing his breath becoming ragged, chest rattling in its struggle to find air. You close your eyes when his cock twitches a little harder, and you start to squeeze his base when there’s a bang on the door.

“Not the utility room, you dick!”

“Fucking Sam,” Tom stammers, choking in a breath and pulling your face away from his dick. It falls from your mouth, looking pitifully disappointed, leaking at the tip and covered in your spit.

“Can’t we—” you try.

“Where’s Tom?” his mother’s voice cuts you off.

“Fuck, we gotta go,” Tom rushes, shoving himself back into his clothes with a painful hiss as he keeps mumbling, “Goddammit, every fucking time. Can't have a moment to myself on my own birthday, for fuck’s sake.”

“Sorry.” You show him a tight-lipped smile, scrambling to your feet with a fingertip wiping the corner of your mouth where there’s something heavier than spit. Yep, that’s precum you just licked off the pad of your finger.

Tom releases a long exhale and checks you out, waiting for your nod before he opens the door. Luckily, only Sam is in the kitchen and he has his back to you. You wonder if that’s on purpose as you make your way towards the living room, avoiding the dining room where you can hear their mother. Tom isn’t behind you anymore, he’s probably gone off to find her, but you do find his dog and she comes to you slowly, so you pet her head and struggle to contain an embarrassed giggle.

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You walk onto the Hollands' back garden and inhale the English spring aroma that surrounds you. The sky is grey and gloomy, a mass of fluffy clouds stuck up there, threatening to rain at any given time. There's a light, fresh breeze in the air, welcoming you into its quietness.

Finally.

It's been loud the whole morning, just like Tom had said. He has a big family, parents and four noisy boys, so it was bound to happen, but nothing had prepared you for their madness. Of course you had sneaked into their house unannounced, so you basically brought this on yourself, but at the same time, in retrospect, it wasn't half bad.

Everyone was friendly and kind, trying to make conversation with you before and during the meal. It wasn't awkward, even though there was an exchange of stories and jokes that did seem borderline outrageous, but you enjoyed yourself. And you enjoyed them. So despite being forced into meeting his parents in private rather at a public, controlled event, it turned out to be quite nice.

You had fun, but now that Tom's parents have left for a commitment and his brothers have scattered to their rooms or anywhere else, that old urge from earlier this morning hits you again.

Coming outside was a bit of an excuse to try and swallow it down, but then again you walk into a long garden with a shed on the other side, a basketball net in the back, and Tom.

He's sitting in a large lounge chair, his hair peeking at the top of the cushioned back. He looks relaxed, far too tempting. And the house behind you is too quiet.

If this isn't an opportunity presenting itself, you don't know what could be.

Stepping silently around the armchair, you notice that Tom remains unfazed. He had complained earlier about how he never got a moment to himself on his birthday, which is a valid complaint when you live in a full house like this, but you're going to take this chance to perhaps fulfill your day's mission.

He's in the perfect position anyway. Legs spread the way he always does, arms resting comfortably on the chair, neck exposed where his head is tilted back. His fluffy curls flowing with the light wind. It's perfect, so you step between his legs and kneel.

His eyes open at the dull sound your bones make on the wood beneath you.

“Hey there, stud,” you greet him, spreading your hands up his thighs. They flex under your touch.

“Whaaaat are you doing?” He grins beguilingly. His hands grasp the arms of the chair and his torso straightens up, but you push on his chest until he eases into the chair again.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” you tease, eyelashes batting as you gaze up at him. The smile that grows on his face says it all, even though it breaks a little when he glances around. “Don't worry. Parents are still gone, and all your brothers were upstairs when I came out here from the bathroom.”

“Shit, we really doing this here?”

“We can if you want.”

As you speak, one of your hands has moved from his leg to his crotch. You squeeze him in your palm, changing angles every so often, sometimes holding him with your fingers pointed up and others with your fingertips pressing over his balls.

Tom grows hard from your ministrations, groaning in the bottom of his throat when you grab his length over the fabric and lean to peck his mouth. He kisses like he hasn't just finished brunch, like you're the missing dessert. Avid and filthy, with lots of tongue and a bit of teeth, leaving you breathless after a few rolls against the roof of your mouth.

The clink of his belt makes him smile onto your lips. When you open your eyes, his are closed and he has a blissful look upon his features, teeth nipping on his bottom lip as you prep to blow him for the third time today.

“Are you sure it's safe?” he asks, prompting you to look around. You notice that he does the same, too.

The garden is empty, the house still seems quiet except perhaps from a faint string of music that’s most likely coming from upstairs. So you look up, but all the windows are closed. Nobody is peeking anywhere, and the rush of thinking that they could be right out there is what triggers you to pull down the zipper and immediately pluck his cock out of his briefs.

“I think we'll be alright,” you tell him, hand firm around his length, a thumb pressed under the head. Tom shakes in your grasp, legs spreading wider as his butt slides further down the chair. You'll be more comfortable this way, so you press an elbow on his knees, the other hand on his belly so he stays sitting back, then take his tip into your mouth.

Tom sighs. “Best birthday ever, I fucking swear.”

And you can't blame him. This is the third time you’ve had your mouth on his dick, and you hope, a pair of mental fingers crossed in your mind, that nobody will interrupt this time.

“God, you look beautiful down there,” he says, sort of in a mutter, holding the top of your head before he pushes you down on his lap.

His cock slides further inside, but you make way for it, swallowing around him as hard as you can. Your head bobs up and down swiftly, tongue running in every direction, wiping the precum at the tip sometimes, and the bitter taste floods every sense you have.

Eyes closed, hands holding on to his pants desperately, you suck him off sloppily, using the motions you know drive him mad. Tilting your head to the side so he'll see the tip poking your cheek.

You know he can see it when his hand caresses your face, thumb running across your jawline as he says, “Never looked any better than with my cock down your throat. C'mon, girl, take it all. Fuck, keep swallowing like that.”

Right hand clasped on his thighs, you pump his dick in your left fist and suck on the head, bending your back waiting to drown in his taste. Yet before it hits you, Tom's hands pull you away from his cock as he yelps. Then you feel a wet nose on your cheek.

“Tessa, no, get off of her,” you hear him say, chuckling to yourself. Tessa huffs audibly and pushes in his direction.

Not again, you think, though you probably say it out loud because Tom gives you an oh really kind of look while he tugs on Tessa’s collar to keep her at bay.

The dog eventually runs off towards the garden, but Tom has slumped back into the chair. Eyes closed and his hands covering his face. You try to soothe him by rubbing his thigh, watchful of the way his cock is still hard on his lap, but when you bend over it again, his youngest brother walks out yelling for Tessa.

You sit back on your heels innocently as though you were only kissing him, quickly helping Tom cover himself. His poor cock, once more shoved into his underwear before the peak of an orgasm.

“I'm sorry,” you say with your eyes on Paddy who's throwing a ball onto the porch so the dog will fetch it. But you can't help the laugh that comes out of you.

Tom groans and sits back, giving you a peeved look. Then he says, “Dammit, I hate this dog.”

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The noise comes in through the tilt and turn window that’s opened at the top, Tessa barking at something and Paddy yelling playfully after her, on and on and on as you use the bathroom. You can’t understand the words, but there seems to be more than one human voice out there in the garden by the time you start washing your hands.

The knock on the door throws you off guard, but you wrap up quickly and dry your hands in the towel Tom’s mother designated for you to use while you’re here. There’s a second knock and Tom’s insistent voice from the other side of the door calling for you. “Y/n, c’mon, it’s me.”

You turn the key in the lock to open the door and it flies open, so fast that your instinct makes you lean back a little to avoid getting hit in the nose. Tom’s face is lit up by a massive grin and he says, “This is happening now.”

“What’s happening now?”

Tom only grins at you like the Cheshire cat before it fades away into the trees. That expression only brings one thing to your mind, of course. You are here for a reason after all, so you tug on his collar and pull. He manages to push the door closed in the meantime, right as you reel him into a messy kiss.

He huffs and mumbles something against your mouth, so you move back to hear him, “They’re all downstairs, but we’d better be quick.”

“I got you,” you agree, slapping his hands away to undo his belt and his trousers without help. Tugging them down his thighs is pretty easy, but you do knock your elbow on the counter to your left and your ass on the bidet when you try to get down on your knees.

“Ow, fuck!”

“Fuck.” Tom dares to laugh in your face, cradling your elbow when you bring your arm up to your chest. “You all right?”

“No, I’m not alright, what the fuck,” you whine, but accept his next kiss nonetheless. You do tend to forget everything else whenever his tongue is in your mouth. And today is no exception.

Tom helps you sit on the bidet, it’s awkward but at least you’re not on the floor again. Then you pull up his shirt and kiss his belly, hand firmly wrapped around his length until he’s fully hard and ready.

When he rests his hand on your head, you keen at his soft touch and lean further. You graze your teeth down his length, so, so light, in a teasing move that always, always gets him whining.

“Fuck, fuck, that gorgeous mouth,” he whimpers, and you look up, his eyes find yours and all you read is pleasure and pure ecstasy. You slurp around him and pull his cock out of your mouth, taking a breath and pumping him slowly, teasing, watching him bite into his bottom lip. Then he pets your head and your jaw and says, “Hold on, let me see your tits.”

You grin because no matter what he sees in your chest that you don’t, it always fills you with hunger and comfort. Besides, the fact that this is his birthday blowjob and he still wants to see you is beyond satisfying. You’re wearing a t-shirt, however, so you have to pull it until it pools under your armpits, but Tom doesn’t seem to complain. He leans over you and tugs your bra down, exposing your nipples that stab the air around you from how fucking hard they are.

“So beautiful,” he mutters, smirking at you.

His hand touches your chest, palm hot on your skin, nearly making you melt into him. You’re still jerking him off, but you watch as he toys with your nipple, pinching it and tweaking on it then nuzzling it until you moan.

It’s when he stops your hand and pulls out of your grasp that you realize you have no idea what he’s thinking. He wanted this to be fast, but he’s slowing it down on purpose? It doesn’t make sense. However, you don’t have time to question him about it because he’s bucking his knees and tilting his lower body towards you, pointing his cock at your chest.

This is new, he’s never done this before, but you have zero complaints. It doesn’t do much for you except amplify the pit in your gut as you watch his red, wet head teasing you like that. He plays with both nipples, circling around them, then flicking them up and down as he pleases.

“Tom—” you say, looking up. He nods as though he understands what you mean.

“No, leave it,” he says when you move to pull down your shirt.

With a nod and a tilt of your head, watching the smirk grow on his face, you reposition his hips so his middle is in front of you and take his cock into your mouth without thinking. Eyes open and glancing up, rocking your head and your shoulders back and forth with suction motions so hard they have him hissing and yanking your hair.

Then you have an idea.

First you smirk around his shaft, then you roll your tongue around it and up the underside vein, and finally you draw back a little, holding only the head between your lips. Hands on your knees, back straightened up, feet spread apart. You look up at him and make the most doe-y eyes you can muster, keeping your mouth open until your jaw starts to hurt.

“Fucking hell,” Tom mumbles, hissing a bit when he realizes what you’re offering to him. He doesn’t wait much longer, though.

He sets one hand on the crown of your head, the other under your chin, and starts jutting his hips back and forth. You let him do as he wants because that was the whole point. It’s amazing how whiny and resolute he becomes when you let him fuck your mouth, going all in and back out, tapping the tip on your lips, sometimes dragging it down and even tracing their shape.

Not wanting anyone to interrupt, you bring your hands up to his bum and squeeze around his cheeks, taking his thrusts, but also helping him slide his cock further into your mouth. It makes your throat close in on itself, your gag reflex kicking in promptly, and your eyes do water a bit, but you love peering at him and seeing the bliss fanned out all over his face. It’s delicious, and you practically feel your pussy dripping in your panties.

“Yeah, baby, suck on it, c’mon,” he begs of you breathlessly. His hips halt and he fists around your hair, guiding you as you bob your head yet again.

Tom groans when his cock twitches on your tongue, and you can tell that he’s getting close, so you clench your hands on his ass and suck even harder, cheeks sunken in around him.

“What the fuck, Tom!”

Of course someone walked in on you. Again. It’s the running theme of the day apparently.

“Harry!” Tom yells. He jolts back so fucking fast that his cock pokes your nose, leaving you rubbing the back of your hand beneath it as he composes himself. “Shit, baby, you okay?”

“Fuck you, bro,” Harry speaks again, and when you look up, he’s still holding the door open ajar, but his other hand is covering his eyes as he adds, “Remember our agreement after you walked in on mum? Lock the bloody door, bro.”

“I’m sorry!” Tom shouts again, mumbling to himself or probably to you, “Fuck, I thought I had closed it.” You really have no idea, so you shrug.

And then it hits you that your shirt is still tucked under your arms. Harry got an eyeful of a lot of things he probably wishes he’d never seen. You pull it down with your eyes on Tom’s cock, still hanging between his open trousers, hard and leaking at the tip. It’s calling you in, after all Harry just left and you could finish this pretty fast given how close Tom seemed to be right before, but he cradles your jaw and grabs your hand to pull you up to your feet.

“You all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you giggle. What else are you gonna do with your lack of luck today? Of all the places where you’ve had sex in public, of all the things you’ve done that take much longer than a blowjob, it had to be at his house that you get caught every single time.

Tom gives you the side eye, but it only makes you giggle even more. And it infects him of course, his shoulders shaking up and down with his soft laughter before he hugs you.

“Are you okay? I mean,” you say with another giggle, “Someone doesn’t seem to want you to get your gift today.”

“That’s fucking right,” he chuckles, “but I think I’ll be all right.” He moves back to compose himself again, wiping the precum off his dick first and licking it off his finger.

“So you don’t wanna finish it here, then?”

“Fuck no!” Tom gazes at you. “This house is fucking cursed or something.”

You laugh at what he says and peck his lips. “Probably by your mum,” you taunt him, remembering what Harry had said before he left. “You walked in on her, huh?”

Tom does not appreciate your teasing smirk. “We, um,” he swallows in dry, “we don’t talk about that in this house. It was, uh— yeah, don’t ever bring that up. Please.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” you laugh nonetheless. Your curiosity hits hard and you almost ask him what he’d seen anyway, but you decide not to since he looks so vexed by it. “And I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t’ve come here in the first place.”

“That’s not what I meant, y/n,” he says, tilting his hip until it hits yours. You bump back. “You can come round whenever you want, everybody loved you. Even my dad, and he’s very picky.”

You smile and huff humorously, giving him a kiss. There’s a second of hesitation on his lips, his hands tight around your arms as he breathes over your mouth, eyes on yours when you gaze back. You see the twinkle of temptation in them, the buck of his hips so your crotches meet, and then he attacks your mouth with a fierceness that nearly drives you to your knees.

“Hang on,” he says, pulling away with a grunt. The door is still open after Harry left and he moves to close it, but stops in his tracks immediately. “H-hey.”

There must be someone outside, so you hold your breath and listen closely. It’s his dad, who says, “Why are you standing there? C’mon, we have to go, Granny already called.”

“Shit,” Tom curses under his breath and glances at you shortly. “I’ll be right out, dad.” When he turns back to you, the anticipation has faded off his face. “I, um, I gotta go.” He adds faintly, “Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine. You’re visiting your grandparents, I remember,” you put in with a nod, starting to move in his direction. “We’ll see each other later anyway, right?”

Tom grins immensely wide. “Of course. Seven o’clock, don’t be late.”

“Please, I’m not the one who’s always late.”

He gasps. “How dare you?!” he says in his typical dramatic way, hands flailing around him and all.

Laughing, you move past him and towards the door, dodging his hand when he tries to push you jokingly as you walk out.

👄

By seven, you find yourself walking into a local pub in a cute as fuck outfit, ready to mingle with a handful of friends for Tom’s birthday dinner. It isn’t a fancy place, but this has been a hot spot in town for your squad ever since one of the usual suspects found it buried between an old bookshop and a charity shop. It’s quiet and smells like comfort, with soft guitars singing in the background, a curvy counter that crosses the whole place. Tables scattered here and there, though never packed with too many people. The dark woods and old-fashioned lamps give it a dusky vibe that calls out to your soul, and it’s just a wonderful setting for a night out.

A closed off area to your left catches your eye a bit later. You're waiting your turn at the counter to order a new round of drinks when you notice this. It seems to be undergoing construction work. There’s a new wall that you don’t remember being here the last time you visited and a new archway, too, both surrounded by tape and a sign that reads ‘Area Under Renovation’.

You try to read the smaller lettering under it to no avail when someone sidles up to your right.

It's Tom. A grinning, very, very gleeful Tom. He says, “I had an idea.”

“Should I be scared?”

When you take a look at him, he’s already on the move, sliding on his feet pretending to be smooth about it until he reaches your other side. He’s still grinning, which, to be completely honest, it’s starting to worry you a little bit.

“I’ve been checking out that room over there,” he says eventually, looking around as if to ensure there’s nobody listening in on him. “It says it’s being renovated. I asked Eli if they knew anything since their uncle lives nearby, and they said it’s, um, that they’re expanding the pub because the bookshop next door moved to another location, apparently. Somewhere bigger, I hear. Not sure. But anyway, the point is—”

“You are mad,” you tell him, joking of course.

“What?! You haven’t even heard what I said.”

You can pretty much guess what he has in mind, so you say, “You haven’t had enough at home, have you?”

He laughs at your question and pokes your side to chastise you. You poke him back, of course.

“Maybe it didn’t work at home, but, um…” He grins again, taking one step to the right and settling behind you. “I mean, I live in a house full of people, so it was bound to happen, but we’ve never been caught in any of our public shenanigans, so maybe, y’know…”

“You’re impossible.”

The bartender catches up to you now, ready to take your order. Tom waits in silence while you spew out the list of drinks your friends wanted, but he’s back at it as soon as the lady turns her back to you.

“So, is that a no?” he asks, leaning even closer. “Because ever since you walked in here in this skirt, I mean, it’s so pretty,” he adds, fingers twirling around the edge of the skirt you’re wearing. It’s new, and it may be your favorite ever. “And you look gorgeous in it, baby. Love your legs in it. Even your bum looks perfect under this tiny bit of fabric you chose to wear tonight. Look at this.”

Tom pinches your buttock beneath the skirt. It hurts a little, but you don’t complain because he caresses his hand over the sore spot, running his palm over your hip afterwards. Then he presses his crotch against your butt, hard enough that you can perceive the shape of his dick through your clothes.

“Have you been hard this whole time?” you ask him, then gasp. “Don’t tell me you’ve had a fucking erection the whole time you were visiting your grandparents? Oh my—”

“Stop it, of course not,” he laughs, but you can tell he’s horrified at your suggestion. With a giggle, you nuzzle the side of your head against his face when he kisses the shell of your ear. You have to fight back the urge to close your eyes when he puffs out a breath over a sensitive spot. It tingles, rushing all the way down to your feet, creating a wet trail between your legs in its wake.

“Are you up for this or not?” he insists, and you hesitate, but he presses his cock into you again and whines lowly into your ear, and yeah, okay, you’re not really going to say no to that, are you? You still owe him a present anyway.

“Alright, yes,” you tell him, making him mutter a ‘yesss’ in celebration of his victory. You elbow his belly and say, “But let’s bring the drinks to the table first. Otherwise they’ll come looking for us.”

“Distracting them with booze, got it.”

“You’re so silly, what the fuck.” Tom grins at you and twirls you on your feet until he can kiss you straight on the mouth.

By the time the drinks have been distributed, you tell everyone you’re taking a quick trip to the restroom and Tom trails after you a couple of minutes later. It’s just your luck that the bathrooms are in the same direction of the closed-off area, a few meters away, but you’re still stealthy enough that nobody seems to notice you slipping under the tape and past the archway.

This room is cluttered with planks of wood and tools and a lot of other items you don’t know the names of, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Both you and Tom take a swift look around, but the place is empty. There’s an odd angle where you can see the fogged glass panel near the main doors, and also a window to the street that’s only covered by a flimsy sheet, but it seems safe. The music from the pub drowns most of any other noise, so you make sure there’s no dangerous objects around you and clash your mouth into Tom’s in a frantic kiss.

It’s Tom who undoes his clothes this time. You try to help, but he’s moving too fast, clearly wanting this out of the way. You share that sentiment, not just because it’s been delayed four times already, but also because of your location. This pub is a good spot to hang out, so you don’t want to get caught in a restricted area doing something as risky as oral sex, nor do you want to get you both banned from coming back.

You break the kiss for a breath and go back into it when Tom moans at the feeling of your hand around his shaft. It’s painfully hard, already leaking, and you crouch before him because the floor is all dusty beneath you. Your back is pressed against a pile of wood, and it hurts, so you give his legs a push. He grunts, but steps back, and you have a mouth full of cock in the next second.

A few bobs of your head later and Tom’s grabbing your hair, keeping your nose pressed against his belly as he says, “Fuck, I’m gonna come fast.”

Except of course he doesn’t.

“Excuse me, sir, you’re not supposed to be here,” someone says. You don’t recognize the voice, but you hold Tom’s cock in your mouth because perhaps he can blabber his way out of this while you finish.

“Sorry, mate—”

“Holland! The fuck you doing here?”

Fuck. So apparently they know each other.

You swallow around his cock and move back to suck on the tip, hand pumping away, but Tom pats you on the head and snaps his fingers. That’s your usual sign to stop, which you do, still holding his cock nonetheless. When you look up, Tom is talking to the other dude, someone he calls ‘Osterfield’, mumbling some sort of excuse that your brain refuses to register.

With a sigh, you pull back completely and stumble on your feet, balancing yourself on the waistband of Tom’s trousers before you tuck him in and zip them up.

So that’s five times, now.

You try to get up, but Tom presses a hand on your head and keeps you down, as he says, “Sorry, mate, just thought it’d be fine to check out the place. I didn’t, uh, yeah. Sorry, I’ll go back.”

“Thanks, man.” The voice sounds convinced enough, but Tom is still all tense in front of you. “Oh, and happy birthday, right?”

“Right, it is my birthday. Thanks, mate.”

You’re not sure what’s going on after Tom stops speaking, so you try to get up again, but Tom’s hand is still blocking you. Glancing up again, you hear him mumble a curse between his teeth, but he never, never looks down. Which must mean the other dude is still there, watching him. Yet you can’t stay down here forever, so you move his hand away and get up.

“Y/n!” Tom hisses, widening his eyes at you. You only shrug.

“He’s clearly not leaving, so,” you whisper back to him, looking over your shoulder to find a blonde dude that looks vaguely familiar. Broad shoulders, short hair, probably plays on Tom’s team. Maybe you’ve met him at one of the parties. You give up trying to browse through all the names in your head, looking away from where he is peeking through a service window that must lead to the kitchen or any other employee-only area like it.

Tom exhales loudly, standing completely still, shoulders all tense, biceps flexed in frustration, you guess, but you tug on his hand and he moves, saying, “Sorry, mate. I, um. Yeah. We’ll go now.”

“Have a slutty night, Holland.”

This Osterfield dude doesn’t go away while you make the walk of shame past the archway and into the busy pub. You’re giggling at what seems to have been an awkward moment for Tom and, beside you, he’s fiddling with an ear. It’s burning red, as he most likely tries to forget that someone he knows just caught him mid-blowjob yet again.

👄

The birthday party grows in size once you move from dinner at the pub to dancing at a local club. It’s a new place that Tom has been wanting to check out for a while, but since it’s more expensive than the spots you frequent regularly, it makes sense he waited until tonight.

He’s antsy, of course. Completely hyper and blabbering more than his usual, which he blames on the alcohol to delude your friends, so only you know the real reason. You and your ass, that is, because Tom keeps groping you whenever you’re close enough. His hand is constantly on your hip, moving to your buttock when you’re sitting down, rubbing it, nails scratching the fabric of your skirt and even your skin if he feels daring enough.

To ground himself, Tom pays the first two rounds of beer and drags you to the dance floor as soon as the song changes into something you start bopping your head to.

Things get messy when you start dancing, though. He’s agitated, cock very much still hard in his clothes. You start grinding on him and his expression goes full-on depraved, eyes dark, pupils blown. His jaw, once chiseled, becomes a sharp angle of frustration and the tips of his ears redden even more whenever you nip on their shell, grinning into his reactions.

Under the excuse of getting another drink, Tom pulls you towards the bar, but he takes a left instead, then a right, and for some reason you find yourself in a sort of a secondary cloak room. You have no idea how he found it since this is your first time here, Tom’s as well, at least from what he told you, but you don’t question him. You simply follow his lead.

Tom knocks on the door and there’s no response, so he sneaks you both inside, yet before he gets his trousers undone, a clerk walks in and shouts at you in a foreign language, kicking you out.

Not satisfied with his lack of luck, Tom kisses you against the cloak room door while the clerk is still locking it and he asks, “Wanna try that again?”

His head tips to the right, towards a set of double doors that seems to lead into a bathroom. You giggle, but nod. He kisses you again, hips knocking into yours, and groans into your mouth at the press of his cock against your heat.

You make it without kissing into the restroom and wait for the small queue to dissipate, hearing Tom’s ragged breathing as his hands sneak under your skirt again. He’s standing behind you, no shame in sliding his palms across your skin, moving your panties to the center until they slip between your cheeks.

“Everyone can see what you’re doing, stud,” you warn him, but you’re also not really worried about it. Nobody knows you here, and you’re probably never seeing them again, so you raise your hand and nestle it under his ear.

“Let them see,” he growls, nuzzling the side of your head with his face. “I just have a feeling that this is it,” he adds with a chuckle. “This time, we’re gonna make it.”

“Don’t jinx it.”

You giggle and turn around in his arms, pecking his lips without making it too obvious.

Soon you notice that there are only four people in line, either turned forward to the ladies room or looking down at their phones. Tom seems to see it too and slips into the men’s bathroom, coming back out a few seconds later, winking at you and gesturing with his head.

No way, you mouth at him, but all Tom needs to do is purse his lips and you cave.

You pretend you’re looking for something in his pockets, murmuring the few French cuss words you remember from secondary school, and let Tom judge when the timing is right. The next thing you know, he pulls you into the bathroom and drags you into a stall. It’s… not clean, but you don’t want to take too long anyway, so you get down to it.

Tom closes the toilet lid and hands you a few paper towels he must have grabbed on his way in, and you thank him with a noise in the back of your throat. Unable to say more because he’s kissing you, tongue-first, licking under your top teeth like he’s trying to keep a log of them. Eventually, you pull away and sit down on the paper towels, arranging your skirt so that no skin touches any surface. You lick your lips mindlessly when you realize Tom has already pulled his cock out of his clothes and nudges your cheek with it.

You get a good lick at his tip, then up the underside and at the big vein that zigzags down the side, wrapping your hand around the shaft. Tight. Tom moans breathlessly. Your mouth wraps around it softly, and he mumbles a curse while his hand holds your head close.

And then the door outside squeaks open and in comes a bunch of bellowing dudes, laughing at whatever they find so funny about a biscuit. You look up at Tom and he shrugs, so you continue what you’re doing. Tonguing around his head, under the gland, across the slit where he’s starting to weep. Bobbing your head, smoothly at first, then a little deeper, then a little faster, until Tom’s little sighs turn into gasps and into an actual moan.

There’s a silence in the bathroom after that. You look up at Tom and his head is turned to the side, sort of like he’s listening in to see if anyone is going to notice or say anything. Yet you don’t stop, instead taking him deeper into your mouth, wanting to disarm him the same way he’s done to you so many times in the past. You gag around his cock, pulling back to soothe the feeling, but you don’t gag the second time. Nor the third. In fact, your throat clenches comfortably around his head while you lick the shaft, eyes on his clenched jaw as the fire in his gaze burns lividly.

You smirk around him and ease your grip a bit, pulling him out and focusing on sucking the head when the chatter continues outside. Tom has a weak spot under his gland and you trace your tongue right over it, basking in his prolonged hiss and in the way he tries to drag his cock further into your mouth. Except he can’t because you have a tight hold on him and it doesn’t let up. Not even when he pulls your hair and jerks his hips forward.

Tom’s mouth opens in a silent moan and his head tilts back, but when you let your wrist go and take him deeper, swallowing around him, he lets out another moan. And one that’s not so easy to disguise. His whole body trembles with it, muscles tightening when you suck on the head again. The noises your mouth makes around him are obscene, though you’re not sure if they’re perceivable at a distance. And Tom isn’t telling you to stop. He’s only leaning on the wall, hand clasped into a fist and his teeth grinding on it.

His cock twitches in your grip and his balls contract when you touch them, so you know he’s close. For a second, you wonder what’s going to happen this time, the thought running through your mind while Tom’s hips jolt forward by instinct. And yeah, someone does bang on the door.

Tom pulls you back with a hand on your forehead before a guy outside starts yelling. “Get off, mate!”

“I was trying to!” Tom yells back, looking you up and down.

You both stay in silence, eyes on each other’s, waiting to see if they will leave, but instead they keep spewing out stupid jokes, lots of sexist comments in between, and Tom gets fed up with them really fast. He gazes at you softly, almost sad, but you get up and cradle his jaw while he tucks himself back into his trousers. The kiss you place on his mouth is supposed to soothe him, but at a second bang on the door, much more rude this time, Tom grunts with an eye-roll and turns around.

He unlocks the door and pulls your head into his shoulder so none of the other guys can see your face. They do make some sort of comment about your bum, but you ignore them and give them the finger over your shoulder.

“I’ve something bigger, doll, wanna choke on it next?”

Tom stops in his tracks, voice spewing out pure spite. “Not even the tiniest blow-up doll would choke on it. Dick.”

You block everything else they say by pulling Tom out of the room and past the queue of people waiting outside.

“You all right?” he asks, tipping your face up with a couple of fingers under your chin.

“I’m fine,” you sniffle around the ugly bathroom smell, “but let’s not do that again.”

He laughs in agreement and grabs your hand, leading you back into the dance floor.

“Sorry that hasn’t worked out yet,” you yell in his ear to be heard over the music that becomes louder and louder as you approach the main room again.

He reels you back with two hands on your shoulders and says, “Night’s not over yet, love.” His grin tells you more than you want to know.

And by the look of it, you’re completely right because Tom pushes you into the dancing crowd and continues to press onto you and dance around like nothing’s even happened. Cock still hard in his pants.

👄

Not much later, after you’ve paid the next round of drinks and Tom another one, all your friends seem distracted by something, either dancing or drinking or laughing off some joke when you feel Tom leaning closer to your ear. He mouths around it and tugs it between his teeth, your head turning so you can lean into his ministrations, but merely seconds later, Tom finishes up his beer and grabs your hand. Pulling you in the direction of the exit.

“Where are we going?!”

“I’m done mingling,” Tom shouts back, the club’s loud music disguising most of it, and blows a loud kiss into your ear. “Need to come in your mouth. Right now.”

“Tom, we’ve tried everywhere—”

“Not everywhere.”

He grins and tugs on your hand, but before you have the chance to ask what he means, he stomps towards the door. Through the crowd of moving people. Past a couple of your friends on their way back from the restroom, who gesture wildly with their arms, but you can only throw a shrug at them as you keep following Tom’s lead. They shout something, but it’s imperceptible through the music, so you let it go and keep walking.

Tom takes you outside. Then he makes a left and moves down the street, turning another left into what is clearly a very, very sleazy alley.

“Oh, no…” you trail off, giggling to yourself at Tom’s idea.

“Oh, yeah…” he trails off in return, showing off a mischievous smirk over his shoulder. You laugh and keep following him, always up for a bit of fun with him. He makes it risky, sometimes crossing a few lines of public decency, but you haven’t regretted much so far. At least not too much.

The place looks slightly dangerous, but so does the shadow of honey in Tom’s eyes when he turns to you. There’s a car parked at random in here, some sort of SUV that you think may be dark red, but you can’t really take a second glance to confirm because Tom is holding you by the waist and clashing your mouths together.

The booming sound from the club ripples through the walls somehow, echoing through the rhythm of your heart, but you’re so engaged in this kiss that you find your hands unbuckling Tom’s belt and grabbing a fistful of his hard dick before you can think of it.

And in the dark of a chilly June night, Tom pulls back to inhale and to say, “Been so fucking hard the whole day waiting to choke you with my cum.” His voice is husky, coated with want, and you take in his words as your hand pumps his cock. “Why’d you have to come into my room and promise me a b-day blowie, y/n?”

“Nobody says b-day, Tom,” you mock what he’d said to you earlier today when you first revealed your plan in his bedroom.

He tilts his head to the side, lips pursed tightly.

You try to think of an answer to his question, but you couldn’t possibly give him one anyway. It isn’t that you don’t have a reason why. After all, gifting him a blowjob for his birthday when you’re a broke university student is pretty much a given. The thing is that you simply couldn’t care less about it right now. You’re too focused on his dick, pulsing in your fist, begging for attention. So you give in to it.

Dropping to the floor is easy. You don’t even give a damn that you’re wearing a skirt. The ground is gritty beneath your knees, which will probably end up all scraped from it, but it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter because Tom’s cock is in front of you, half hidden by the dark shadows of this alley. You push him until he leans against the car and look up at him through your eyelashes, feeling clammy from all the dancing and the anticipation of this moment. Tom’s cheeks are tinged darker, that much you can tell, and his eyes are glinting with hot happiness. So hot you can’t even take it.

“Beautiful little thing,” he starts to say, and you smile at him trying to make him focus on your eyes, but then you put your mouth on him and moan. You suck him off like his life depends on this, like you could grant him a second life by filling him up with bliss in this one.

The sound of loud laughter fills the alley and you stop, holding Tom’s cock in your mouth, sort of still sucking it gently, but looking around to make sure the coast is clear. Someone passes by, but they keep walking towards the club, and when their steps disappear behind the building, you go to town hard.

“Fuuuck,” Tom drags a sucked-in moan, belly clenching tight at the level of your eyes. You want to feel it so you tuck your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, tugging on them and hunching your shoulders forward to take more of his cock.

He sinks his fingers into your hair, yanking on it, and you groan and push forward with your grip on his jeans, shoving his legs apart so you can fit in between them. Fuck, his moans get really deep when you suck on the head a little harder, replaced by avid grunts when you stop moving and harden your shoulders, mouth spread ajar, jaw clenched. Your toes curl in your shoes and you wait for him to get the hint.

It doesn’t take him long. His hips jolt forward and you lean back from the force of his motion, struggling to sit still until he holds your head in place and fucks your mouth at his will. He goes fast, not too deep, and you push your tongue out as far as it goes. Tom taps his cock on it a couple of times before he shoves it inside again, the muscles in your throat fighting off his sudden invasion.

You brace yourself for a second thrust, but it never comes. Opening your eyes, you find Tom with his head tilted, cock resting on your tongue as he evaluates something. You try to say ‘what’ but of course it comes out all muffled and imperceptible, but then he pulls on your hair, upward, and gets you up to your feet.

“Wouldn’t be a decent birthday if I didn’t get a taste of your cunt, now would it.”

You grin and happily oblige, spreading your legs open without thinking.

He twirls you on your heels, shoves you back against the car he was just leaning on, and undoes your blouse by yanking on the buttons. Only one of them rips off and falls to the floor, which has to be a fucking miracle, you’re certain of that as you listen to it rolling in whatever direction. Tom’s hand roams your chest while he kisses you, then he leans down to grab a mouthful of nipples until they’re hard and hurting.

Finally, with a growl into your mouth, he grabs your arms to turn your back around, shoving your bare nipples against the hood of the car. At first, you only think germs!, the word glinting behind your eyes like a funfair banner, but the thought is immediately ripped from your mind when Tom yanks your panties to the side. You moan at the pressure of his tip between your butt cheeks as he looks for the right hole, and when he finds it, he takes a deep inhale and buries his cock into you in one go.

You groan at the impact, mouth agape from the stretch of his length. His hips slap against yours and you turn your head to the side, lips spread wide in a silent moan. Only groans come out, from both you and him, which you’re thankful for since the alley seems to echo quite a bit. A few thrusts in, Tom pushes on the back of your neck so all of your front and even your face are pressed against the car.

He moves like a maniac, not too fast, but hard enough that he misses your g-spot every time, but it’s still so fucking good. Every inch of your inner walls scream at the mere ghost of his cock. There’s barely any time to process it all because he tugs on the collar of your open blouse, reeling you backwards until you’re flush against his chest. A hand sneaks across the side of your neck, settling tightly around your throat, squeezing the way you taught him you like. He keeps calling you filthy things in your ear, slipping a slut or two that you usually despise, but tonight he makes it sound so hot and flattering every freaking time just by the sharp thrusts of his hips. So you don’t complain, you just stand there and let him chase his big prize.

His other hand glides down your front, right over your clit, making your gut clench and your thighs squeeze together as the wetness from your cunt drips in between them. You bring your arm to grasp his hair, curls flowing all over your fingers while you splay them across his scalp, bending backwards and turning your head to shove your tongue between his lips and feed off of his moans.

Out of nowhere, Tom thrusts forward again and this time, he presses right onto your spot. You gasp louder, torso bucking forward impulsively.

“You close?”

You hum into his mouth, back bending into an impossible angle. His fingers on your clit stop moving and he smacks you between the legs with his palm. The first time is smooth, Tom circling your sensitive nub a couple of times as though to soothe you. Or perhaps he wanted to prep you, since the second and third slaps echo through the alley like in a movie.

“Fuckin— fuck,” you groan, pressing your shoulders into his.

“You don’t think you’re gonna come without begging, do you?”

He’s still fucking into you, slower now, but his hand has stopped moving. Only its phantom rests on your panging clit. It begs for attention, but you know Tom isn’t going to cave until you say it.

“Please, Tom,” you groan, “oh fuck, please let me fucking come.”

“Mmmm, nah,” he smacks his lips around the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone afterwards.

“Please make me come,” you try again, whining against his mouth, shoving your hips back so he’ll slide in deeper. “I want it so bad, Tom. I’ll lick all my cum off your cock right after, please. Fuck. Fucking please.”

Some of your words are all muffled by his face, though still distinguishable when he licks your lips and moves his hands to your mouth. He keeps it open in a weird shape as you gasp and try not to convulse until he gives you the order. Legs pressed so fucking close, holding everything in as your belly clenches into a tight knot. It’s his birthday after all, so you’re going to give him what he wants.

“That’s a good fucking slut,” he says within a moan. “Good girl, you beg so nice.” He intertwines praise with words of degradation that curl up even tighter in your gut.

The moment his hips snap back into you and his fingers flick your clit, you’re pretty much gone. You do notice that he pulls his cock out completely and doesn’t push it back in. Instead he replaces it with the fingers of his other hand. He shoves them — two, you think — into you with intent, out of sync with the ones on your front, but it doesn’t freaking matter because he still has you trapped between him and the SUV as you shake against the metal. Your stomach is in a twist, chest devoid of air as you gasp, legs shaking as the orgasm starts to build and you finally explode, kissing his mouth as he helps you ride it out in an endless string of curses.

As soon as you gather your breath, the first words out of your mouth are the filthiest curses you can think of. Your brain is mush right now, swirling around bright lights as you try to make sense of the world again. Tom’s fingers keep pumping in and out of your pussy, though he’s slowing them down along with the ones rubbing your clit, then you remember, “You didn’t come…”

He shushes you and keeps twirling your clit, urging you to repeat a few more fuck, fuck fuck and to even say, “Shit, Tom, gonna be so fucking sore later,” but he stops when you rest a hand over his the moment it gets too intense. Body still trembling with aftershocks.

Before you even have time to inhale, Tom is manhandling you again, twirling you on your feet and pushing down on your shoulders, forcing you on your knees as he spits on your face. You welcome it, used to his debauchery and his desperate elation when he’s on the verge of bliss.

He spreads his spit all over your face and shoves two fingers into your mouth, “Gotta clean this potty mouth before I fill it with my cock again.”

“Fuck,” you mumble around his digits, on purpose this time, watching with delight as the desire in his eyes expands even more.

His thumb slips into your mouth as the other fingers move away, and by the moment you think Tom is going to ask you to continue blowing him, he spits on you again instead. It’d be disgusting in any other situation, but there’s something about Tom and that fucking twinkle in his gaze, the softness of his words of encouragement as he feeds you his spit with the tip of his cock, that makes you give in to anything he says. He calls you his good girl, his pretty girl, a baby here and there too, and it all leaves you soaring. Soul floating in the ether watching him be so fucking smooth from afar.

“You filthy little thing,” he says eventually, pulling down on the corner of your mouth with his finger before spitting on three fingers of his other hand and choking you with them.

Meanwhile, letting you suck on them the best you can, he glances around the alley. There are a few voices going down the street. You look through the corner of your eye, trying not to moan around the fingers he’s fucking your mouth with. There are two groups of people, three boys singing drunkenly down the street and two couples laughing into beer bottles. A girl looks this way and you’re positive her eyes find yours.

“The hell you looking at?” Tom shouts, thrusting his fingers slowly into your mouth as if he’s trying to show off. He gestures with his head when you look up, eyes wide. His cock falls down from where it was hanging on your chin.

The girl starts giggling, but eventually the whole group starts walking faster and out of sight. You’re trying to distinguish if Tom may have recognized them, but you don’t get to any conclusion because he’s pulled his fingers out and shoves your face against his crotch. He smells of sweat and hair, a hint of fancy body wash if you inhale deeper.

Then he fists around your hair and pulls, guiding his cock to your mouth with the other hand. He slides it in a couple of times, but when you start to moan, he shoves it down your throat and keeps your nose down until you gag.

“That’s it, baby girl, lick my cock clean, yeah, just like that,” he moans, invoking the image you had used before. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the thought. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Soon his thrusts become shorter, more erratic, and eventually he keeps your head still and only the head in your mouth. You look up and twirl your tongue around it, trying to give him as much pleasure as you can while he jacks his own length. Focusing on his eyes as they close, eyelashes fluttering ever so often. You move a hand to stop him, grabbing him in your fist and bobbing your head a few times, feeling his cock swell and twitch with every move.

When his nails dig into your scalp, you start pumping your hand instead, faster, sucking on the tip and using as much tongue as possible, feeling the spit crawling down the corner of your mouth. His hips don’t stop shoving into your face, but you feel in control and suck harder, cheeks hollowed, eyes closed tight as he warns, “Holy shit, baby girl, I’m gonna come— Fuck—”

Thumbs digging into Tom thighs, you go as deep as you can and suck, all while his hips stutter forward. His hands tighten in your hair, body trembling everywhere, and he cries out — fuck, so loud and so hot — and then he floods your mouth as you take him in. Bitter thickness coats your tongue and spills out down your chin, and goddamn, that’s good, that’s so fucking good despite the taste.

By now, you know not to swallow yet. You know he likes to see you with your cheeks full of his cum, so you breathe through your nose and milk every single drop out by hand. Focused on that and nothing else until his body unclenches and his hands loosen their grip. Tom is the one to hold the crown of your head and pull his cock out, tip hanging on your lower lip as a ball of white spews through.

“Gorgeous,” he says, thumb caressing your cheek, his red tip tapping it right after. “You love having your mouth full of me, don’t you?”

You nod, frowning when he lines up with your mouth again.

“As much as I love it too,” he says, tracing your top lip with a finger, his grin as wicked as ever, “I love it even more when it starts running down your face.”

And with this, he starts pushing his cock past your lips, the liquid inside filtering through the corners and falling on your exposed shoulders and chest. A few drops fall on your nipple and it hardens immediately, so you tug on it with a hand and moan as his cock settles half deep into your mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so bloody hot,” he whispers, moaning a little in the back of his throat. Using a finger to collect a few drops and licking it clean next.

He pushes his thumb past your mouth, but retreats it right after to resume fucking into your mouth even though his cock is starting to deflate. The cum goes everywhere, but you moan at the thought of that and at the warm touch of it whenever it hits your skin.

You let him take his time, birthday blowjob and all. The sparkle in his eye says it all, he’s loving this. However, your cheeks are starting to hurt and you know he won’t take it the wrong way, you know him enough by now, so you drag both hands to his hips and look up, snapping your fingers next. He nods, signaling you that he knows you want him to pull out.

A door slams to your left and someone cries out, “Oi, what are you doing to my car?”

You try to scramble to your feet, but instead of pulling out, Tom pushes his cock further into your mouth and you choke on him. And on what’s left of his cum. And it spills right out of your nose.

“Fuck! Are you okay?” Tom immediately asks, bending over slightly to see what happened.

“I asked what the fuck you doing to my car!” the same voice booms, much closer now.

Tom leans over you and inspects your face, but you nod and try to get up. You’ve swallowed what’s left of his spunk and your next priority is your chest which is still bare. Luckily, he gets what you’re trying to do and shoves you behind him, hurrying to do his pants back up. You’re able to button up your shirt haphazardly and wipe at your face, but you can’t really be sure if you’ve got it all or not.

By now, the group of five is walking in your direction, a tall bloke with a dark head of hair moving faster with his hand curled into a fist, but Tom continues to back you away from them. Towards the busy street. They’re both mouthing off at each other, but you’re not paying attention, trying to make sure that your breasts aren’t showing and that you don’t run into anyone else and that you don’t run into the street. Eventually, the dude’s fist loosens when there’s enough light around for nothing to go unnoticed.

You exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he finally turns away and Tom turns to you.

“What the fuck was that?” you nearly shout, nursing your own nose.

Tom looks you in the eye and bursts into laughter.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he struggles to say, holding you by the back of your head. When he pulls you into him, you embrace him back and give in to his giggles.

You stay there on the sidewalk laughing into each other’s shoulders until it stops on its own. Tom is the first to pull away.

“Are you okay?” He sounds serious, but his eyes are as wide as a cartoon. “How’s the nose?”

He pokes it, but you slap his hand away from your face jokingly.

“It’s fine,” you say, scratching the side, “but I feel like I could use a really, really good sneeze.”

Tom laughs with you and wraps a hand around your shoulders, tugging you against his side. Stepping towards the club main doors, he says, “At least I got my b-day blowie.”

You roll your eyes and say, “And almost got your dick chomped off in the process.”

“You wouldn’t—”

“Not by me, by him,” you laugh, gesturing with your head towards the alley again. Tom laughs with you, but shakes his head too as though he doesn’t appreciate the thought.

“I gotta say,” Tom says, clicking his tongue between his teeth. “Despite everything that happened?” He makes a bit of a pause, in that dramatic nature of his, then adds, “Best. Birthday. Ever.”

Tom drowns your next laugh into a kiss.

“From cockblocked to a nose full of cum, who would have thought?”

Tom doesn’t stop walking, but he keeps stealing glances at you.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing. I mean, you could’ve easily blamed me for the whole thing, like, I’m the one obsessed with seeing you with my cum in your mouth, y’know?”

“If anything, I’m the one to blame. I did break into your house.” You grin.

Tom grins right after. “I really fucking love you, y’know?”

“So I’m not just a friend? From school?”

Tom shakes his head and kisses you in plain street, something he hasn’t been known to do very often. It’s one thing to sneak into places and fuck, but another completely different thing is to pull you into his chest and kiss you openly with so many people around. And to be honest, as much as you loved every kiss he’s ever given you, this one is so deliberate, so strong that it has you nosediving into his arms.

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#tbff21 #b writes #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #n*fw #18+

[wizkiddx]

supercluster

this is my entry for @hollandsrecs 'toms birthday fanfic fest' event - go check it out!!! I know its a early but im v bored so have it now. also im acc kinda really proud of this one, any feedback would be v appreciated 🤍

the prompt was: 'you and tom are best friends and you tell him that you love him on his birthday'

summary: its toms birthday but he has a few things to get off his chest and into the night sky, y/n joins in with a bit of a revelation too

best friends -> lovers

warnings: mentions of alcohol, bit angsty but promise ends all fluffy and a shit tonne of dialogue

wc: 3.5k ishhh

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Everything got a little too wild and stuffy in the living area, Haz and Harry screaming sweet caroline, whilst Greg (Tom’s stunt man) was pouring *another* round of shots. The sweatiness and clamminess of the room meant Y/n took a moment to escape, sliding out the double doors, and closing them softly behind her to ensure no one would notice her little escape. Something about the midnight air, the slightly dewy smell of the neighbouring fields, felt like it was refreshing Y/n from the inside out. When she turned around, back facing the fancy rented house, she was slightly shocked by Tom standing in the garden. It was his birthday party after all. In all honesty, Y/n felt a bit guilty she hadn’t noticed he wasn’t in the thick of it with his brothers and castmates.

His silhouette was set against the clear night sky, the stars extra prominent this evening and the moon casting a soft glow off the left side of his face, exaggerating the natural contours of his jawline and cheekbones. Clearly, he was enraptured by the sky, staring up at it with a thoughtful look on his face.

And Y/n recognised that look instantly; she knew what he was doing.

In fact, he had taught her to do precisely the same thing. As kids, the Hollands, Y/n’s family and another two families from the local area all went camping together. It was an annual event, ‘the Kingston collective camping adventure’ as Dom had named it. Y/n couldn’t remember a year when they hadn’t gone actually - it was that much of a tradition.

One year, though, when she and Tom were about 9, her mothers’ due date coincided with the camping dates. So, sensibly, the decision had been made that Y/n and her brother would just be looked after by the Hollands - whilst her mum and dad were safely tucked up in bed at home, awaiting the arrival of her littlest brother.

Y/n, her brother Alex, and Tom were all sharing a tent, and it must’ve been at least midnight that Tom was awoken by shuffling and zipping up of the tent. He’d realised she was gone through sleepy eyes and, without a second thought, went to go find her. Sure enough, she wasn’t far away, not even 50 metres from the tent, crouched on the grass. Immediately Tom’s presence had been noticed, making Y/m quickly snivel and wipe her face.

“Are you upset?”

“Go away Tom.” The comment didn’t do a lot, though; instead, 9-year-old Tom had planted himself down next to her - his pyjamas getting wet on the moist grass floor.

“Are you missing Auntie Sarah and Uncle Mike?” In the same way that Y/n called Nikki and Dom auntie and uncle, the Holland boys mirrored the nicknames for her parents. Y/n replied with a long sigh before hiccuping, failing to control the stream of tears. Yes, he was right - this was her first night away from her parents- but she wasn't about to spill her heart out to the 'stupid boy' who had stolen one of her marshmallows that evening. Tom’s little brown eyes swelled, looking slightly terrified and out of his depth, whilst with all his 9 years of wisdom, trying to come up with an answer.

“Do you want to play football to forget about it?”

Unsurprisingly Y/n shook her head violently. Tom cursed inwardly at himself for saying the wrong thing, apparently football wasn't the answer to everything. The two children went back to silence until Tom had the metaphorical light bulb moment. “My mum told me something for when I got to sleepovers? Look!” He grabbed Y/n’s little hand, extending it upwards towards the night sky.

“No matter where you are, you’re all looking at the same stars too, right?”

Tom jumped a little before looking over his shoulder and recognising Y/n with the softest smile that grew across his face. Y/n slowly walked to his side, arms crossed over her chest to try and keep the cold at bay, joining Tom in staring up at the starry expanse.

“How do you always know?” Tom spoke in a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly. It was true, she did always know - but his question was somewhat irrelevant. They'd spent most their childhood together, they were as easy to read as a children’s book to each other.

“Missing home?”

“Sort of, I got my own slice of home with the boys and-and you but… pads, mum dad yeh, feel like on your birthday your always supposed to see your family.”

Although Harry, Harrison, Sam and Y/n had managed to fly out to surprise Tom on his birthday- prior commitments meant his parents and youngest brother hadn’t been able to make it. They four arrived yesterday, greeted by a very shocked and pretty emotional Tom - who had clearly been missing the sense of home somewhat. He’d been away shooting a film, then straight away launching into press for the next spiderman movie. It had been a long while since he’d been in London - half a year in fact.

This time too, he’d been away without a single family member or friend - that was another truth he’d learnt about growing up. Your friends and family, they all get lives of their own. Tom used to be a trailblazer, the first to get a job, the one everyone was super proud of. They still were, of course, but didn’t dote on him in quite the same way - everyone had their own shit to deal with. It was yet another reason Tom wasn’t welcoming his birthday as much as he usually would.

“Your parents did always spoil you rotten.”

“They spoilt you worst and you’re not technically their kid.” Y/n rolled her eyes, even if it might slightly true - muttering a ‘touche’ at the brown-haired boy next to her. Their families had always been close; naturally the adults seemed to gravitate more to the kids that weren’t their own. The ones who you could ‘give back’ at the end of the day. It just so happened Nikki and Dom had always loved having Y/n around, maybe a bit more than anyone else.

“Have you had a good birthday then? You should be in there with Greg pouring that shitty vodka down your throat.” Y/n questioned, whilst shrugging back toward the house, the dull thump of Jacob's playlist just audible. Still, both stared upwards, standing close enough that their upper arms were both pressed up against each other. She expected a jovial answer, but even from his tone, it was evident there was something up. He sounded…weary?

“I’m bloody glad you all came...don’t get me wrong, I love Z and Jacob and everyone but….”

“Shitty week?”

“Shitty birthday week of promo and press.” Tom scathed, and Y/n nodded. Even if she couldn’t understand what was so bad about press, she knew that Tom hated it passionately. And in the same way, he loved all his castmates dearly, but they hadn’t known him his whole life. They didn’t understand why he did every little thing; their values lay just that bit apart. It just wasn’t the same as being surrounded with his family - you and Harrison adopted Hollands too.

“I just feel like I’ve spent all week trapped in a room answering the most stupid, irrelevant and inconsequential questions... Everything’s just so surface level and fake and, and I-“He cut himself off, for the first time meeting Y/n’s eyes. In all honesty, Tom got a bit caught up in the stars reflecting off her piercing y/e/c eyes before changing tack.

“Will you do me a favour?”

This wasn’t spoken with the normal Tom tone. It wasn’t joking or jovial; it wasn’t an ‘off the tongue’ thing. This was spoken with such seriousness and gravitas coming from his deep voice that Y/n replied equally truthfully.

“Always T, you know that.”

“Will you please ask me a personal and serious and deep question?”

She got where he was coming from too.

Clearly, even though the evening was supposed to be a light piss up in celebration, it had instead unearthed some darker thoughts that Tom had been harbouring away. Perhaps he never even realised he needed such seriousness, or perhaps with his castmates he hadn’t felt comfortable exposing himself like that. Either way, Y/n was going to respect him now. It was technically his birthday, too; the clocks had already struck 12 - it was now his day.

It wasn’t tricky to think of one; she’d often wondered the same question of him - never with the opportunity to ask. The question popped into her head again, almost as soon as Tom asked for one.

“Okay…. What’s your deepest regret that makes you feel guilty for feeling because in the grand scheme of things, it minor? Like such a 'first world problem'." What do you regret that’s just completely selfish?”

Tom immediately stiffened, his jaw tensing as he worked through his thoughts in his head. Scared she’d pushed it too far, Y/n averted her gaze back to the sky, chewing her bottom lip slightly. It took a moment, but then she saw Tom turn towards her, in the peripheries of her vision. With a tightly closed-lip smirk on his face he joked “If your gonna ask questions like that, we better sit down.”

And so they did, both sitting crossed legged on the ground, knees brushing against each other. Just on the grass lawn, almost mirroring themselves all those years ago as kids in that camping site. Y/n wondered if she should offer to play football instead - to cheer him up.

“Missing out. I miss out months at a time. Miss out on seeing mum and dad, miss out on the pub quizzes with the boys, miss out seeing you… I mean, I didn’t even know you had a new job until you mentioned it this morning. I miss out on time with nana Tess and all my grandparents, and that’s scary cos… well, every time I go, it could be the last time… I don’t know, I just… I get so much, get to travel, to see the world, but… sometimes it feels like I’m sacrificing the foundations. And without the foundations….”

“The walls come crumbling down.” Y/n finished off his sentence quietly, barely whispering the words - but from Tom’s nod of agreement, it seemed like she’d hit the nail on the head. There was silence for a beat till Y/n whispered to him.

“Well, happy birthday to you” Trying to bring the mood up a little, she bumped his shoulder, and Tom chuckled breathily.

“Seriously! This is helping me out. I-I just need to get everything out and start my 25th year fresh.”

“Hey, if that’s all you want, I’m getting a refund on my present- we can just get deep and interview each other.”

“I’m game, except I’m keeping the present too.”

“Just because it’s your birthday and I’m a bit tipsy, I’ll allow it.”

“Okay, well then, Y/n L/n”, He spoke formally, leaning in closer and making her giggle a little. “What’s your biggest regret?”

“Honestly?” Tom just repeated her in reply, but this time it was a statement.

"Honestly."

He really was going deep too. No holding back now. Y/n sucked on her cheek before replying. “Not travelling with you when we were 19… I was just so determined to get to uni and start grown-up life, but… well, grown-up life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I should’ve tried to stay a kid longer, messing about on your film sets and pretending it was work. I think I would’ve learnt more from seeing the world with you.”

“Well, I am very knowledgable.”

“Shut up, you drop out- who didn't know what a drag race was.” She wasn’t wrong, and whilst yes, he had dropped out to be a film star - he was still a dropout. (with exceptionally poor knowledge of RuPaul) He scowled, then leaning back on his hands, so he was half reclined on the grass as Y/n thought of her next question.

“Whats your biggest worry?”

“Easy.” He chuffed, making Y/n furrow her brows at him. Clearly, he’d already thought of this. “That I finally settle down with the love of my life, and then the fans or press or paps ruin it.”

It made sense; every time Tom had gone public with a relationship, it had ended in a minor car crash. Typically it was also the girl who got hurt; she was the ‘victim’ in everything. Though Y/n had seen first hand the effect it had had on Tom - he never made it out damage-free.

“You make it sound like you’ve already got this dream girl queued and waiting.”

“I wish”, Tom sighed, as Y/n took the opportunity to completely lie down on the grass, staring up at the dark abyss. She’d always loved the stars and had become a bit of a geek on them as they’d grown up too- and maybe it was all down to Tom on that camping trip. Following suit, Tom copied her, his head resting on his hands that were crossed behind his head, taking in the moment of pure peace as they lay on the grass.

“You see that bright one there?” Pointing up, Y/n shimmied closer to him so that he definitely saw the same thing as her. “It’s actually not one. Look closer.” Humming, Tom shifted a bit closer, so her shoulder slotted under the side of his body just the teeniest bit. It meant he could follow her direction and squinted up at the little patch of the sky.

“ 5…maybe 6? What is it?”

“The pliedes supercluster…. basically a big group of stars that all were born from the same place- the same stellar nursery.”

“But they’re moving now?” She hummed in confirmation to his question, briefly glancing at the way his eyes were fixed on the sky. For the first time he seemed genuinely interested in hearing her stories of the stars. It usually was an eye roll and ‘you’re so lame’.

“They’re called the sibling stars… like everything in life, as they get older they drift apart but…. but to us down here? They’ll always be associated together because they have a gravitational effect on each other. They’ll always have their thing tying them together. Like an invisible string.”

“Sounds like you’re being metaphorical.” Tom chuckled, expecting a taunt back but receiving nothing except a gentle agreement.

“Theres also actually 7. The last one people can only sometimes see… it’s a pulsing star, so comes and goes.”

“They do that?”

“Yeh, and no matter what… if you can see it or not, it’s always there. Always having an impact on its family.”

Biting his lower lip slightly, Tom repositioned his head slightly, Y/n’s words taking time to be fully absorbed. He was sure she was making parallels to him. Barely there, appearing and disappearing, but always a part of the family.

“You are being metaphorical.”

“Maybe.” She whispered shortly. “Metaphors depend on who’s listening and if they draw parallels to their own life. It’s subjective. You can’t tell anyone what is and isn’t metaphor…. it takes the beauty out of it.”

“Right, sure... But if you were…. me, harry, Sam, pads, you, Haz, Tuwaine? That the 7?” Y/n held back the little smile at his words. Tom wasn’t as ‘head in the clouds’ as she was- he was literal. Also, he was bloody stubborn when he wanted to be.

“I wasn’t being metaphorical T.” He knew she was lying. She knew that he knew. But it still helped him, made him feel a bit better. That he was always, in some way, having some effect... lives always intertwined with the people he cared about the most.

“Tell me another story about another star.”

Time for the rest of the night kind of got lost. The two young adults just lay on the grass, entirely in their own little world, using each others body heat to keep themselves warm through the early hours. Neither felt remotely tired, Y/n whispering her little stories of both the myths and science of the old stars, pointing out each planet. Meanwhile, Tom listened in awe, for once not taking the mick out of her incredibly geeky hobby. Instead, he found himself getting fascinated by all the little intricacies Y/n was so passionate about.

It was only when the stars began to fade, as orangey-red hue started to seep up from the horizon the either noticed the time. It was now the morning of the next day, the house long since had turned silent behind them - presumably, everyone finally passing out shit faced.

As the stars’ light was overtaken by the rising sun, Y/n ran out of stories; the two settled into silence - neither quite ready to go to bed yet.

“It’s still my turn,” Tom spoke into the sky before pivoting his head to look Y/n in the eye, seeing the confusion in her furrowed brows. “It’s my question to ask. My turn.”

“Aren’t you sick of my voice yet?” There was absolutely no reason that they were both whispering. It wasn’t like anyone was trying to listen or that they’d disturb anyone else my talking normally. But it was nicer that way. It felt calming... intimate even.

“One more. And then you get one more… and then we really should probably go to bed.” He didn’t want the night to end; he was immensely enjoying this weird grey time between being 25 and 26. But it was cold, Tom could tell Y/n had started to feel it a little more. To be fair, she was only in a floral day dress, not much in the way of warmth. With a hum of agreement, Y/n smiled lightly at him, urging his question.

“Whats the biggest secret you’ve kept from me?”

With a bit of a scoff, Y/n sighed and closed her eyes, trying to draw some strength she wasn’t sure she had. It wasn’t like she needed to wrack her brains to come up with it - she knew instantly. Almost painfully too.

“Uhm, honestly?” Now even more intrigued, Tom nodded, using his foot for nudge hers - encouraging her to speak. “Probably how much you mean to me.”

“Oh” He couldn’t help it; the sound just slipped out his mouth without checking with his brain first. That answer had just been so unexpected. He had honestly been thinking that it would be something about how ‘fame had changed him’. After hearing that, Y/n turned her head up the sky again, feeling like her cheeks were on fire with embarrassed heat. Tom knew he had fucked up.

“No, I… I didn’t mean- just just ask me too.” With a sigh, Y/n waved off his stumbled answer as he tried to cover himself.

“This is stup-“

“Ask me!” For the first time in 5 hours, Tom spoke at an normal volume - but it felt painfully loud, like a shout.

“What’s the biggest secret you kept from me?” Her tone was defeated, but nevertheless, he answered.

“How upset I was when you didn’t come when we were 19. I got why, but it was still annoying. Felt like you were picking uni friends over me-“ At this point on any other evening, Y/n would have interjected and argued. None of this situation was normal, though, so she chose to hear him out. “- I know it’s stupid, but…. I guess that’s how much you meant an-and still mean to me too.”

There was silence for a couple minutes, waiting whilst the sun started to peep over the horizon, the lone witness to an otherwise very private conversation. That was until Y/n barely spoke, more like mouthed 2 simple words.

“I lied.” The intensity of the way Tom stared at her made Y/n wish that the sun hadn’t been so bright, that they were back in the darkness that hid her face more. “Biggest lie I’ve told you … that I’m not in love with you.”

Y/n didn’t see because she couldn’t face looking at him, but Tom’s face erupted into the most prominent, toothiest smile. Whilst Tom was enjoying the moment of being absolutely ecstatic, Y/n was waiting for a response- feeling her world come crashing in. That she'd just destroyed one of the most important friendships in her life too.

But then he said the opposite of what she thought he would.

“I lied too.”

That had her attention, whipping her head toward him as Tom rolled onto his side on the lawn, balancing with his head resting on one hand. “I lied that I’ve not been completely under your spell since we were kids at that campsite, and you were homesick.”

Y/n’s heart was literally in her mouth, brain overwhelmed but one overriding thought oh so bloody clear.

She’d lost control of everything, arching up to mirror Tom. Using one hand, she reached out to cup Tom’s jaw, to which he instinctively leant toward - until their lips were mere centimetres apart, hot breath fanning over each other.

Y/n no control as she whispered those 3 words against his lips. No control at how immediately after he pressed his to hers; no control as Tom guided her to roll on top of him, knees either side of his torso as his strong arms wrapped around her back.

Once again, time was lost between the two, only pulling apart when their lungs burned for oxygen.

“For the record, I love you too.” Grinning from ear to ear, Tom used one hand to gently stroke his thumb across her cheek, switching his focus from her left to right eye - in wonder at how the early morning sun reflected from her y/e/c irises. He’d always thought she was beyond beautiful, but when she was this close to him, with the sun rising behind her in such a way - she looked damn ethereal.

“Happy birthday T.” Nodding in agreement, Tom chuckled before finding her lips once again, whispering against them.

“Yeh, happy damn birthday to me.”

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[softholand]

since then | tom holland

pairing: best friend!tom x reader

warnings: a tiny bit of angst, fluff

words: 2.6k

a/n: this was written for @hollandsrecs’s birthday fic fest so happy birthday, tom!!! <3 i hope you have a wonderful day surrounded by people you love :))) not that he’s gonna read this but anyways lol oh please, please let me know what you guys think. enjoy!! xx

prompt: tom and y/n were childhood friends but because of life they grew apart. when tom was inviting people for some drinks at the local pub to celebrate his birthday, he sends you an invite, not expecting you to show up (but you do)

It had been years since you saw or even spoken to Tom. If your memory didn’t betray you, the last time you saw him was the day before he left to shoot one of the Spiderman movies. The day your friendship ended. Well, kind of.

It wasn’t intentional, it was not like any of you planned to stop being friends, but with the distance, and the different time zones, you two couldn’t help but drift away from each other.

To be completely honest, Tom did try harder than you did, he kept texting you, even when you had stopped answering his texts. The thing is, you felt like a burden to him, like something keeping him from having his best movie star life out there, so you distanced yourself, even though it broke your heart in more ways you could think of.

That’s why you were so surprised seeing his text, inviting you for some drinks at your local pub to celebrate his birthday. The message was short and simple, making you believe he had sent the same one for everyone he invited. That until you read the last sentence.

“I really hope you make it, y/n. I know things are weird between us but I’d love to see you again. Love, T.”

The words went right to your heart, making it ache, just like it did all those years ago. He wanted to see you, even after all this time and the way you practically pushed him away from your life, he still wanted to see you. And to be completely honest, you wanted to see him too, you missed him like crazy, he was your best friend since birth, seeing as your moms went into labor on the same day in the same hospital. You two grew up together, there was no y/n without Tom and vice versa.

That’s why, after much consideration and bubbling anxiety, you decided to accept the invite and go to his party. You had to face Tom, to at least apologize for your behavior when he left and if showing up to his birthday party was the only way to do so, then that was exactly what you were going to do.

After much deliberation, you finally decided on an outfit, going as far as putting on a little bit of makeup, something you didn’t do quite often. But, tonight was special, or at least it was supposed to be special so you wanted to be feeling your best.

Arriving at the pub, you couldn’t believe how many people were inside the place, it was packed. The first one to spot you was Tuwaine, another one of your friends, which you completely adored. He was accompanied by his girlfriend and after hugging and saying hello to both of them, you were immediately pulled in another pair of arms.

It was Harrison this time which, even though it was the beginning of the party, was already tipsy, laughing and saying incoherent stuff. “How much did you already drink, Haz?” You asked, to which he scoffed. “I’m not even starting, darling!” It was his response, before going back to whatever the hell he was doing from before literally throwing himself at you.

The twins were the next ones to hug you, and after greeting them, you knew the time to finally face their older brother was coming, there was no going back now. Tom was at the bar, drinking beer with a group of friends, some of them you even recognized from high school and other gatherings.

As soon as he saw you his eyes went wide, excusing himself from the previous conversation, he made his way to you, even leaving his trusty beer that usually never leaves his side at the counter. “Hey!” He said enthusiastically. “Hi!” You waved a little, not being able to control your nerves.

“You actually came!” Tom exclaimed like he needed to confirm you were really there. “I did!” You smiled shyly, taking a moment to really look at the boy you once called best friend.

He was more built up, for sure. You could see that by the way his shirt hugged his biceps like it was about to explode from his body. Another thing you realized was that his already crooked nose was even more crooked now, probably from breaking it again since he never stopped.

His shoulders were wider too, but one thing that remained exactly the same was his eyes, and the kindness he held on them. Tom was beautiful, in every aspect, even when he wasn’t trying.

Clearing your throat, you realized you’ve been staring for longer than you intended, quickly averting your gaze, even if it was already too late. “I got you something! Happy birthday!” Extending your arm, you offered him the bag containing a brand new pair of golf gloves you decided to buy last minute, since you saw on his social media that he was, in fact, still obsessed with the sport.

“Oh, thank you so much! You didn’t have to!” Tom said, a smile wide on his face. After a couple of awkward seconds of staring and not knowing what to say, Tom seemed to snap out of his thoughts, and just when he was about to ask you something, some of his friends surrounded him, screaming and singing happy birthday.

Tom was taken away from you, with the promise you’d talk later, and you nodded, saying you’d be at the bar, getting yourself a drink. Once there, you were quickly joined by Tuwaine, his girlfriend, and the twins, who all made you company throughout the night.

There was no sign of Tom though, always being thrown in another group of friends, taking shots or greeting his guests that didn’t stop coming.

You had a great night, you really did, but you actually came here to talk to Tom and this was clearly not happening. It was your fault though, you should’ve known a party was not a place to have that type of conversation. So, you decided to leave, but just as you were about to step out of the door, the boy you so wished to talk to came practically running, stopping right in front of you.

“Hey, Sam told me you were leaving.” Tom let it out, seemingly out of breath. “Oh, hey! Yeah, I still got some work to do at home.” You lied, not wanting him to know the real reason why you were leaving.

“I’m sorry, y/n!” Tom said, making your heart drop. “What?” You asked, completely thrown back. “For tonight, I mean, I’m sorry we couldn’t really… talk.” He explained. “Oh, no! Don’t worry about it, Tom! It’s all good, really.”

Lies. It really wasn’t. And standing in front of the boy who used to own your heart was not making anything better. You needed to get out of there.

“Can we… can we meet tomorrow, to actually talk this time?” Tom asked, giving yourself a tiny spark of hope. “Yeah, I’d like that.” You smiled, seeing him do the exact same. “You wanna stop at my parents’ place? We can get in the car and go for a ride?” The brunette offered, making your heart ache with memories from your teenage years when you and Tom would get in the car and he’d drive for hours and hours on end.

“Just like the old times?” You asked. “Just like old times!” Tom smiled, saying he’d text you the time and after an incredibly awkward hug, you left, feeling your heart filled with hope and love for the boy you used to call best friend.

When you arrived at Tom’s parents’ house the next day, Nikki was stunned to see you again, going as far as inviting you inside for a cup of tea and a piece of cake she had just made. “Sorry mum, but we were actually heading out.” Tom explained, making her expression clearly fall. “Yeah, but thank you Nikki, I promise I’ll be back for a piece of that cake. It looks delicious!” You said, to which she smiled, hugging you before finally letting you go.

In Tom’s car, you got into the passenger seat and after both of you had the seat belt on, he started driving, passing you his phone to put on some music. You two hadn’t even talked yet, but everything was like it used to be, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t loving this.

The first few minutes were spent in complete silence, only the sound of one of Tom’s playlists playing in the background. The brunette drove to all the places you used to go, your old high school, the park where you guys would do picnics in, your favorite coffee shop and even the pub that had unfortunately closed, but was your favorite one.

It was like Tom was trying, even without words, to show you all the good times you had together. Eventually, you started to talk about his career, what his next projects were, he even asked about your life, and you were more than happy to let him in on everything he missed when he was away.

About an hour later, Tom parked his car at Nando’s, and since it was getting quite late, you two decided to order something to eat right there in the parking lot, on top of his car hood. “God, we used to do this all the time. Remember our graduation party?” Tom asked, smiling at the memories of your group of friends, drunkenly ordering a crazy amount of food. “Yeah, that night was one of the best ones of my life.” You said, joining him in laughter.

“What happened?” Tom asked, after finishing his sandwich. “What do you mean?” You asked, confused about what exactly he was talking about. “I mean with us, what happened to us?” The brunette inquired, making you tense with his choice of words. Us. “I… I don’t know, Tom!” You said, hesitant about what to say.

"That 's it? That’s all you have to say? After all these years of refusing to even talk to me, that is all you have to say, y/n?” Tom’s tone changed suddenly, making you even more nervous. “Look, I’m sorry for what I did, ok? But don’t act like it’s all my fault!” You let it out, feeling hurt by his words.

“I know I stopped reaching out to you after a while but I only did it because you wouldn’t talk to me, y/n! I tried everything, texting, facetiming, I even asked my mom to try and talk to you, so maybe she could figure out why you didn’t want me in your life anymore.” Tom breathed. “Why did you do that, y/n? Why did you push me away?”

“I’m sorry, Tom! I shouldn’t have shut you out, I just... I thought that, with your career, you were gonna make so many new and cool friends that I was just going to be a burden to you.” You admitted, feeling stupid for even saying this. “Seriously, y/n? That has to be the dumbest shit you ever said!” Tom exclaimed, obviously annoyed with you.

“Please, tell me this is not the reason why you stopped talking to me?” He insisted but you just shrugged. “y/n, it doesn’t matter if I have five or a thousand friends, at the end of the day you’re still my best friend.” The brunette said, making your heart ache at his words.

“Maybe I didn’t want to be only your best friend.” You blurted, regretting your words seeing Tom’s stunned expression. “What?” He asked, looking at you wide eyed. "Forget it! It’s stupid!” You tried to dismiss him but he was clearly not having it. “It’s not stupid, y/n! C’mon, you can talk to me!” Tom assured you.

Taking a deep breath, you decided it was now or never. “I… I like you, Tom! Always have! And I don’t know, the thought of you in Hollywood, surrounded by all those gorgeous actresses and hundreds of fans, made me realize I didn’t stand a chance with you so, instead of waiting for you to forget me, I distanced myself from you first. I guess I thought this way it wouldn’t hurt too much once you came back home with a beautiful girl by your side.” You breathed, finally acknowledging the real reason why you pushed your best friend away.

“Wait… what?” Tom gasped, turning his whole body to you. “You like me?” He asked and you nodded. “Why didn’t you say something?” The brunette insisted and to be honest, all these questions were making you even more embarrassed about having finally admitted your feelings for him.

“I don’t know, Tom! As I said, you never thought of me as more than a friend to you, why would I say anything and ruin our friendship?” You stammered, hugging yourself. “You really are clueless, right?” The boy in front of you inquired. “About what?” You asked, confused.

“About the fact that I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” Tom admitted, making you annoyed at him for even saying something like that. “Oh, c’mon Tom! You don’t have to say it just because I did.” You played it off, not believing him. “No, seriously y/n, why would I lie about this?”

“Wait, you’re being serious?” You asked, completely shocked. “Of course!” Tom nodded. “So you…?” You let it out, watching his smile grow in size. “Yeah, for a very long time.” He affirmed, making you smile. “And I’m pretty sure that makes us the dumbest people on earth.” The brunette added, making you laugh this time.

Once both of your laughters died down, you went on. “Why didn't you say anything?” You whispered, and Tom shrugged. “I don’t know, same reason as you. I never thought you saw me as anything more than your friend.” He said, to which you sadly smiled. “We’re so dumb!” You and Tom laughed again, before finally stopping, slowly looking into each other's eyes.

Thunder started to roll in the distance, just as Tom started to lean in. “Can I ask you one more question?” He said, getting closer and closer. “Yeah...” You breathed, feeling his hot breath fanning your face. “Can I kiss you?” He pleaded and once a simple “Please!” left your lips, he was cupping your cheeks, crashing his lips into yours.

The feeling of finally being able to taste him after so many years was something that you couldn’t even describe into words. A mixture of yearning, desire, passion and happiness that consumed you, making you deepen the kiss until not a single breath was left in your lungs.

“God, we should have done this way sooner!” Tom whispered, once you let go for some air. “Tell me about it!” You smiled into his lips, going right back to kissing him. And, just as you did, the first droplets of rain started to fall, and even though the temperature had brutally dropped and the rain was cold, neither of you made any effort to move.

“You wanna get inside?” Tom mumbled between your lips, but looking at the boy in front of you, big brown eyes, lips flushed and hair matted because of the rain, there was nothing more you wanted to do than to keep kissing him, so that’s exactly what you did. “I don’t mind, in fact I always dreamed of kissing in the rain.”

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[fawad-khan]

birthdays and wonders

A/N: heyyy so this is an entry for @hollandsrecs tom’s birthday fic fest! hope u enjoy and let me know how this was!

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Pairing- Tom Holland x reader, both are married here :)

Word Count- 1.5k+ (yea i should practice writing more)

Prompt-  your birthday present for tom: telling him you're pregnant

Warning- just mentions of sickness and vomiting in the beginning, nothing too much.

Summary- on tom’s birthday, you have a certain special gift for thomas this year.

You tossed and turned on your bed as you felt something come up your neck and would come out of the mouth any moment. You felt nauseous. You opened your eyes and sat up. You climbed off the bed, trying not to make noise and wake Tom. You made your way towards the bathroom, covering your mouth so that you could avoid puking on the floor.

Quickly, you opened the bathroom door and jogged towards the toilet and lifted the seat and emptied the contents of your stomach inside the toilet bowl. As the contents left, you could feel a bit better.

When you were finally done, you flushed and rinsed your mouth thoroughly to get rid of the taste of vomit. You walked back to the bed and got inside the covers beside Tom, who stirred a bit in his sleep and subconsciously pulled you closer towards him. Closing your eyes, you drifted back to sleep.

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This continued for a week. You didn't tell anyone about this, as it didn't seem like a big deal with you. Also because Tom would make a really big fuss, although that was also something that made him so adorable. You thought maybe this was a flu bug that was in the air and decided to dismiss this and focused on the upcoming days. 

Tom's birthday was approaching and you wanted to keep a small and homely affair with all of his family and best mates.

Right now, you were discussing the food menu and decorations to do. Since Tom was out doing some work, this was the perfect opportunity to plan everything out and hence you had called Harrison, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine to help you out and discuss the food, time, drinks, etc.

You suddenly felt an urge to pee real bad. This was weird, considering you had just gone to the bathroom ten minutes ago.

"Shit" you muttered, hurrying towards the bathroom again. You came out five minutes later, feeling very suspicious. This happened a bunch of times in the previous day as well. You were trying to wrack your brains.

Then it struck to you. You took out your phone and checked the calendar, and sure enough, your period was late by a week already. Now, just to be sure, you needed a test.

You went back to the living room, where the boys were chatting and planning.

"Hey Haz, could you come here for a second? I need to talk about something." He nodded and walked towards you. You gestures him to follow you to the kitchen so that you could get some privacy.

"What's up, (y/n)?" 

You took a deep breath. "Well, uh, I really don't know how to say this, but um I've been feeling some things over the last few days and uh" you looked down for a minute, wondering how were you gonna speak the words you were about to say next.

"I think I might be pregnant." You bit your bottom lip nervously as you looked at his face for his reaction. He held a bewildered expression, his eyes widened as he tried to process what you just told him.

"Wait, really? You're pregnant?" He asked, still confused.

"I think so, I'm not really sure."

"Oh, I see. Well, do you have any tests lying around? You could take a test and check."

"Well, that's what I called you here for. Could you just maybe purchase some tests from the nearby store? If it's possible?"

"Of course! I'll be glad to help you however I can." He smiled, making you smile too.

"Thanks Haz, you're a lifesaver."

"Anytime. I'll just go now and bring them for ya."

"Oh and Haz? Can you just not tell anyone right now? Especially Tom? I don't want anyone to know just in case this was a false alarm or anything."

"Of course, my mouth is zipped. You have my word."

"Thanks. Now hurry along!" With that he went out and made a simple excuse of getting a phone call and quickly went to the nearby medical store and bought a small bunch of tests. He came back carrying them in a small bag, entering inside quietly and sneakily placing them in your room, without anyone seeing him. He came back and nodded at you, you mouthed a thanks to him.

Later, when the other boys had gone, you decided now would be safe to test. Harrison, of course, stayed back as he wanted to know whatever the outcome was, and be there for you.

You went to the bathroom and prepared yourself to pee on the stick. Luckily, you made sure to drink a decent amount of water just in case so that this would go smoothly. 

You waited for five minutes and checked the tube. Surely, it showed two lined, which indicated that the test was positive and you were indeed, pregnant.

"Oh my god." You could not help saying to yourself.

"Is everything ok?" Haz asked, knocking softly at the door.

"Yeah, yeah it's alright." You replied, heading to the door and opening it.

"Well?" He asked, looking at you.

"It's positive."

"Oh my god is it true?"

"Yes it is Haz! You're going to be an uncle!" You smiled as he jumped a little in excitement like a kid. He gave you a tight hug, which you responded by hugging him as well, giggling and smiling.

"Hey, uh let's just not tell Tom yet. Or anyone. I think I know the perfect time to tell him." You looked at him knowingly, hoping that he could get the drift, which he did.

"You got it, chief."

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"Happy birthday to you, Tom!" You sang as he cut his cake. The party turned out to be a very and cozy affair, with everything going well as planned.

You were yet to give your gift to Tom. You decided that it would be better when you both were alone and had your privacy to do it.

While the others were busy on distributing the cake and food for each other and taking their share, you went to Tom and hugged him from behind, making him grin and hold your hands wrapped around his waist.

"Happy birthday, darling." You mumbled in his ear, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Thanks love." He chuckled, turning around to give you a proper hug and pull you closer to him, his head resting on your shoulder and taking in your scent which always reminded him of home and comfort, what he always felt when he was with you.

"Hey, wanna come to the room for a second? I wanna show you something." He nodded and you took his hand in yours and walked to the bedroom. You walked to your cupboard and took out a small, neatly wrapped box which you had kept for this particular occasion.

"Here's my present. Happy birthday, baby." You whispered to him, handing him the gift. 

"Thanks, angel. Wonder what's in here." He sat on the bed and unwrapped the box, wondering what could be there. You could feel your heartbeat go faster as you waited for his reaction. He took out the box and opened the lid, his eyes scrunched in confusion as he saw a pregnancy kit there.

He picked it up and observed it closely in his hands and noticed there were two lines, which made him gasp in surprise and look at you. He got up, taking the pregnancy kit in hand walked to you, hoping he had read the situation right.

"Darling, is this what I think it is?  I mean, is it true? Are you h-having a baby?" He looked down gently at your belly and looked at your face again. You smiled and nodded, taking his hand and placing it on your belly.

"Yes Tom. We're having a baby." You smiled softly, waiting for his reaction.

"Oh my god, babe this is so amazing! We're gonna have a baby, a mini you or mini me in our arms in a few months, I just- wow!" He chuckled softly, running his fingers through his curls. He gave you a big hug, holding you close to him. You could hear him sniffle a bit as you hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm so happy and excited, darling." He mumbled in your ear.

"Me too, Tom. I'm excited for this." You could feel tears of joy coming out of your eyes. You pulled away from the hug and cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a soft kiss. His soft lips moved with yours as he squeezed your waist gently. You pulled away and placed your forehead on his, looking into his eyes filled with happy tears. 

You both could not help but giggle, feeling so ecstatic about having a child, two years into your marriage, and were ready to welcome a little baby into your world.

"I love you, (y/n)."

"I love you too, Tom." You smiled.

"Now wanna tell the others?"

"Yeah, let's do that. Although, Harrison knows." You winked. With that you walked towards the door to break the news to everyone, while Tom muttered a 'hey!' before coming to join you to break the news. 

This certainly had been an amazing birthday, he thought. You were both looking forward to having your child and what the future held for you.

The End

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[tinyyoungblood]

birthday wishes | tom holland

summary: it’s june 1st and tom and y/n are simply strangers, enjoying their skiing trips in the mountains. a series of mistakes leads to them riding the airlift together only to end up stuck up there for three long hours. they instantly connect, talk the entire ride, and share a secret or two

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: just fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i had planned to post this at my usual posting time but realised way too late that there was a time limit to this lol but this is my belated submission for @hollandsrecs​’ lovely birthday fic fest in honour of our birthday boy! check out the other submissions as well, it’s a real gold mine! enjoy x

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This was your twelfth time standing in line for the airlift. The mountains were sugar-coated in white and the sky was as blue as far as your eyes could see. There were at least fifty other people standing in line, but you were more concerned with other things. For one, your grandmother kept talking about lemon pies. For another, you really had to pee.

“It was obvious which one of us had messed up the ingredients and it definitely wasn’t me, but Winnie just kept—darling, you’re not listening to me, are you?” Your grandmother gave you a pointed look as you debated whether or not lying was worth it. You gave her a sheepish shrug.

“I know it’s a lemon pie story if that makes up for it,” you tried, although that was barely a good excuse. You sighed. “I’m sorry, gran. You got me.”

“Oh, well,” she said in the way that only grandmothers did to not make you feel so bad. “That’s all right. I’ll tell you the story another time, because you won’t believe what Winnie did.” She stepped forward as the man overseeing the lifts motioned to her.

You followed suit since it was a multiple people lift, but the man held out his hand and told you to wait. Puzzled, you looked up and realised that the other seat was already taken by a stranger. Your grandma stopped and looked back and forth between you and the blonde guy.

His eyes were piercing blue, the snow only bringing them out even more. He noticed the hesitation and leaned back. It was now up to your grandmother to make a decision. You weren’t surprised when your social butterfly of a grandmother simply hummed and sauntered away to take the seat next to him.

“I’ll meet you up there, Y/N.” She waved at you with a big grin. Betrayed and baffled, you slowly brought up two fingers to your temple in mock salute.

You stared at the stranger and the satisfied smile sitting on his lips before he faced your grandmother and said, “I’d actually love to hear the end of that lemon pie story if you don’t mind.” His grin only broadened when you gasped. The only thing you heard was your grandma’s warm laugh before they went off into the distance.

Huffing, you readjusted the snowboard under your arm and glanced at the man operating the lifts. There was the slightest hint of a smirk on his face, and you cocked a brow when your eyes met. In a wise voice he said, “Always listen when your grandma tells you a story. Don’t be a bad grandchild.”

“I’m not a bad grandchild,” you protested and glanced at his name tag. “Chad.”

You knew he thought otherwise but chose not to comment on it. Shrugging him off, you eyed the approaching lift. “Can I go on it by myself?” You weren’t sure what made you ask, but you didn’t expect him to give you a weird look.

“You don’t want to go together?”

Your brows furrowed. “Sorry?”

“With your boyfriend,” Chad clarified. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a guy standing behind you with his snowboard and helmet tucked under his arms. His brown eyes were wide as he watched you and Chad.

You swiftly said, “Oh, we’re not together.”

“Right.” The stranger stepped to your side, cutting you a sideways glance. “Not yet anyways.”

You blinked. A small but hesitant grin swept over his lips before he turned to face Chad. The motion made his curls bounce.

“Oh, really?” Chad said in a surprised tone that fooled nobody. “Then you really got a staring problem, dude.” He chuckled, causing the brown-haired stranger to cough and look away. “Anyway, I don’t really care what you guys are. All I know is the line’s getting cranky, so hop in.” Chad shooed you two towards the airlift and waited for you to settle before lowering the bar.

You locked eyes with him as he stepped back. “What if we were arch enemies and you just sent me off to my death, huh? That would be on you, Chad.”

He pointed a finger at you. “I don’t get paid enough for that.” Then he winked at you as if he had just handed you a winning lottery ticket.

The lift was already ascending, leaving you to gape after him over your shoulder. “I thought we were friends,” you said savagely. “You betrayed my trust, Chad.” He only flipped you off and went back to help the next couple.

You grinned and said to no one in particular, “What a kind fella.”

The guy next to you chuckled, surprising you and making you regard him for a fleeting moment. He was wearing a black top and red snowboarding pants while the mob of brown curls did their own thing. You liked what you saw. Too late, you realised that he was staring right back at you with an amused smile.

“Hi,” you said, suddenly very aware of how close you were.

“Hey, darling,” he said with a confident smile that nearly made you squeal. Had he been speaking with an English accent this whole time?

You scrunched up your nose. “Let’s not darling each other. My name’s Y/N.”

“Oh, sorry.” He took off a glove to shake your hand. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Tom.”

“Nice to meet you.” You flashed him a smile and absently took off both of your gloves. A second later, you realised that Tom had mirrored your action.

“So…” He rubbed his hands together. “Not a fan of pet names?”

“I don’t mind them.” You shrugged. “It’s just that my grandma calls me that and she has now run off with a stranger who will definitely be invited to this year’s thanksgiving dinner.”

“Ah, yes. I saw how she took off with my mate Haz. Guess we’re both not having a good time.” He leaned back in his seat; hands crossed behind his head. You wondered if you had imagined the edge in his playful tone.

“It’s like they’re forming a club to break people’s hearts,” you said, leaning back as well.

“Bastards,” he joked. You nodded, silence falling.

Tom sat up and looked you in the eye with a startling grin. “What?” You asked, laughing.

“At what angles do you have your bindings?”

You glanced at your snowboard. “16 and -16. Why?”

“Just wondering,” he said, though you didn’t miss the smile on his face when he looked down at his own board.

Before you could respond to that, there was a loud screeching sound and the lift stopped.

Exchanging a glance, you both craned your necks and looked around. Apparently, all the other lifts have stopped as well, leaving you four meters above the ground.

Tom tipped his head back and let out a long groan. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, and when that was not enough, he used the bottom of his palm to press them against his eyelids.

“Please don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights,” you said, half joking, half serious. You could not deal with another issue right now. You still really, really had to pee.

“I’m not.” Tom peered at you from underneath his hands as if to check on you. “You okay there?”

You were squirming in your seat, wiggling to find a position that didn’t make you feel like your bladder was going to explode. “Just really have to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh…” Tom pursed his lips in deep thought. “I mean, we just met, but I guess if you really have to—”

“I’m not going to piss my pants,” you said flatly before groaning. “God, Chad is lucky he’s not getting paid enough for this. I would totally blame this on him.”

Tom snorted and traced the font on his snowboard aimlessly. “You know I already had a bit of a bad day, so I’m not even surprised this happened. It might as well, you know.” He shrugged casually, but you knew he was bummed.

You wanted to reach over and give him a hug, but you doubted that the gesture meant anything to him coming from a stranger. Instead, you used your half-frozen brain cell to think of conversation starters.

“Do you like your birthday date?”

“What?” Tom faced you, his head slightly tilted.

“I asked if you liked your birthday.” You traced the lines inside your palm. “People usually don’t have an opinion on it.”

He pondered the question. “I guess I like it? It’s pretty.”

That made you smile. “When is it?”

He looked up at the cord like it had suddenly caught his attention. “Today.”

“No way,” you exclaimed, knocking your shoulder into his. “Why didn’t you tell me? Happy birthday, Tom!” Pure amusement glittered in his stare as you offered him a crooked smile.

“Maybe because I didn’t want to dislocated my shoulder,” he said while rubbing his arm. His mouth quirked to the side. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Then he rested his chin on his palm and watched you closely. “Do you like your birthday? When is it?”

You hummed. “It’s June 1st. I like it, it’s international children’s day and I’m not going to be the one dick who hates sharing a day with billions of children, you know.” You gave a humorous shrug, but Tom simply stared at you.

“Y/N,” he said slowly. “Do you know what date it is?”

“May 31st,” you replied. “It’s your birthday, we get it.” You waved him off, but Tom looked like he wanted to burst into song.

“Oh, sugar plum. Today’s your birthday.”

Your brows snapped together. “It’s not my birthday.”

“It’s definitely your birthday.” Tom snorted.

“Give me a calendar. It’s not and I will prove it to—” You froze, the wires in your head connecting. “Wait, is your birthday June 1st as well?”

He nodded, barely holding it together.

“Oh,” you said flatly. “Never mind. Happy birthday to me.”

Tom burst out laughing. “Happy birthday to the both of us,” he amended, flashing you a toothy grin. Conversation came naturally after that.

Tom was a nice guy and easy to talk to. Apparently, he was an actor of some sort and had experienced a thing or two. It honestly made you question his authenticity at some point, but who were you judge if he could do a back flip off a building or not.

You hadn’t even noticed that the two of you had huddled closer at some point. It was starting to get colder and darker. Two hours ago, someone had stopped by to tell you it would only be a few more minutes until everything would work again.

An hour later, the sun had begun to set. You didn’t necessarily mind since it was a great sunset and you had an even greater view. Plus, you didn’t mind Tom’s arm on the back of your seat either.

“Quit smirking at me, I’m the middle of telling you a story about my childhood fascination with road kill, I’m serious.”

“I’m not smirking,” Tom said, a lazy half smile hanging off his lips.

“Well, stop laughing at me,” you replied.

Tom laughed. “I’m not laughing!”

“Well quit whatever you’re doing, it’s driving me nuts.” You shot him a glare that was barely intimidating.

“But, sweetheart, this is me with a cheery disposition.” He pointed at his solemn face. “A ray of sunshine in the mist of bleakness. Don’t put a cloud over my sunshine.”

“Please.” You rolled your eyes, not able to stop smiling. “It’s just an excuse to laugh at me.”

“Rain cloud,” Tom retorted, a quiet smile blooming on his lips. That smile tugged on something low in your gut. Then he halted and narrowed his eyes. “You actually have something in your hair, uh…Do you want me to get it out?”

Your eyes widened. “Is it an insect? Get it out, oh dear Lord, get it out—”

“Alright, stop moving.” He chuckled softly, shuffling closer even though that was hardly possible. The bench you were sitting on was that tiny.

“I think it’s just lint.” Tom picked it out of your hair and let you examine it before blowing it away. He grinned at you when he made to pull back but couldn’t since you had somehow grabbed his arm in your hurry. Slightly embarrassed, you let go and inched back only for Tom to rest his hand on yours.

For a heartbeat, your gazes met.

“Wait,” he said, and it was as if the mountain had fallen quiet. No one was around. It was just you and Tom, and he was overwhelming. His voice was low and silky as he spoke. “Don’t pull away. Not yet.”

You stilled. His voice alone caused you to feel butterflies and you wished for an eternity of that feeling. You weighed your thoughts, and found yourself surprised when your voice came out gentle and steady, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Tom smiled faintly, a hand moving away a stray hair. “Is this okay?” His breath clouded in front of you.

You did not shy away as you nodded—just once.

He cupped your face and his eyes fell on your mouth, leaning in to kiss you lightly. There was beauty in the way your lips moved. You remembered the sunset you had watched together. How the sun had filled the clouds with magenta and purple, and its orange-gold rays blending into each other. You wanted to fade into it—into the kiss.

Slowly, Tom pulled away as he grazed his hand across your cheeks. Colour bloomed high on his cold-kissed cheeks as he gazed at you with a soft smile.

“Did we just…?” Your voice sounded strange to your ears.

Tom nodded. “Yep.”

“You just…?”

“Yep.”

“Does that mean…?”

He grinned. “Probably.”

Tom leaned over to kiss your brow before resting his cheek on the top of your head. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand. And perhaps because of the raw, stark quiet, Tom decided to speak. “Sweet stuff?”

You snorted. “Your pet names are getting more ridiculous.”

“You love it,” Tom deadpanned, and you didn’t argue. “A confession for a confession?”

You smiled. “All right. You go first.” You looked up, finding his gaze on you. Stars flickered to life in his brown eyes.

“You were my birthday wish,” he admitted, a secret that was swept through the wind and found root in your chest. You were frozen as Tom glanced sidelong at you. He nudged you with his elbow. “It’s your turn, honey bunches of oats.”

You shook yourself out of your daze and laughed. “Well, mine isn’t as romantic and dramatic as yours, but it’s a confession, I guess.” You took his hand and squeezed it, a scene opened up before you, lovely and glorious. You buried your face in his neck and tipped your head up to speak softly into his ear.

“I still really have to pee.”

* * *

stay hydrated pals, it can lead to great things *winks*

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[spidernerdsblog]

Happy@25

A/N : ok so on account of my 22nd birthday and my gemini twin's upcoming 25th birthday this is for the birthday fic fest event hosted by @hollandsrecs​ Prompt : You're quarantining in your home country so you Facetime Tom to wish him a happy birthday Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : fluff

Never have you been so upset before in your entire life that you’re right now all thanks to covid. The raging second wave and rising cases in your country had you worried sick about your parents' health so you decided to take a short trip back home to spend a little time with them and make sure they are safe and healthy. But the short trip unexpectedly turned longer when stricter travel restrictions were imposed to contain the infection. So now you are stuck at home with no permission to travel outside your home country until further notice by the government authorities has been issued. 

You hoped things would get better soon enough for you to fly out of the country but it didn't, which led you to miss the chance to attend the F1 race which was held in Monaco. You could only witness it through the photos and stories your boyfriend shared on Instagram. And the times when he facetimed you sharing about each and every details of the fun weekend he was having with the boys though you were happy to see him finally relaxing and enjoying his time after doing back to back films since last year but you were also slightly jealous of not being able to be with him and missing out all the fun. 

And now you’re about to miss the most important day in your life as well, that is Tom’s birthday. Since it’s his 25th birthday you had planned so much for that day but all are in vain now as you are stuck at your home. The only option you have is now to wish him a plain happy birthday through facetime and you were now adamant to be the first one to wish him.

Time zones are really weird, you thought because as per your region it's already 1st June but not in London yet so you are wide awake late at night just to wish Tom a happy birthday. 

You make yourself comfortable on your bed sitting against the headboard and switch on your phone. Going to your contacts the first name appears is Tom's as you press the call button beside his name. The screen shows connecting, even though you call each other almost every day you still feel giddy. It always feels like the first time you facetimed each other during the initial days of your relationship which makes butterflies erupt in your stomach like a shy teenager. 

It does not take much long before the ringing is replaced with the sweet voice of your boyfriend and the black screen with the sight of his gorgeously handsome face looking at you with his honey brown eyes. 

“Hey darling” Tom says softly, his face lighting up at the sight of you on his phone screen, a broad smile etched on his face as his eyes crinkle at the corners.

“Hi babe” you smile at him as you take a minute to observe him. He was in his pajamas sitting on his bed with his back resting against the headboard. You noticed his messy curls which have grown longer than the last time you saw. He looked so soft and cozy that only made you wish more that you were there cuddling in his arms.

“So how’s the birthday boy doing?” you chirp.

“I’m fine, love but this was totally unnecessary. You didn’t have to stay up so late to wish me. A text would have been enough for me really” he emphasizes.

“No Tom, I already feel so bad for not being able to be there with you on your birthday let me do this much at least” you insist pouting.

“Ok, ok as you wish” he chuckles lightly “so how are you and your parents? You are taking the necessary precautions and staying safe right?” concern laced in his voice.

“Yes Tom we are all healthy and safe don't worry” you assure him as you notice his gaze shifting to the other side of his room as if being distracted by something or someone.

“Is Tess there?” you ask knowing too well by seeing his facial expression. 

“Yeah” he says with delight.

“Show her to me please” you requested. Tom knows how much you love Tessa and so does she. The first time he took you to introduce to his family Tessa almost jumped into your arms immediately approving you to be a part of the family. It has now become a running joke in the Holland household that Tessa replaced Tom with you because whenever you used to visit them she wouldn't leave your side for a second. 

“Tess, Tessa come here” Tom calls her and she immediately climbs up on the bed tackling him down playfully trying to shower him with kisses. 

“Not now, Tess!” Tom starts giggling as Tessa licks his face eagerly. You find yourself smiling at how adorable they looked together making your urge to be there with them grow stronger but for now this will have to do you remind yourself.

“Hi Tess” you called out to her trying to get her attention as Tessa’s ears perked up hearing your voice. She was clueless at first as she frantically searched for the source of your voice and when she finally catches a glimpse of you on Tom’s phone she eagerly tries to lick the screen as well.

“Ooh Tess don’t do that it will get disconnected” Tom exclaimed as you both laughed seeing her so excited.

“Hi my princess, you miss me?” you cooed “I know you do” she again tries to boop the screen with her nose.

“Sit Tessa sit” Tom tries to calm her down as she finally settles down on his lap. 

“Good girl” Tom pets her, brushing his hand over her smooth coat.

“Aww I miss her so much” you give her heart eyes jutting your bottom lip out pouting.

“Why do I have this feeling that you're actually with me just because of Tess?” Tom raises a skeptic brow.

“Isn't that obvious Thomas?” you snicker.

“Ouch” he places a hand over his chest pretending to be hurt making you giggle when your eyes go to the clock.

“Ooh it's almost 12 in London!" you exclaimed “Tom, you arranged everything right?” 

“Yes my queen I got everything you had asked for” 

You had called Tom earlier this week to tell him about your plan to celebrate his birthday virtually as you will be unable to be there with him physically. You got up to bring your bed tray table over which a frosted cupcake was placed on a plate. Tom also does the same placing a cupcake on his bed tray table too. You both position your phones on the mobile holder in front of you. Each of you then light a candle and put it on the cupcakes as you began to sing for him 

“Happy birthday to you 

Happy birthday to you 

Happy birthday dear Tom 

Happy birthday to you!!” 

The whole time Tom keeps smiling at you, a little blush creeping up on his face.

“Make a wish Tom!” you squealed like a child.

“Ok here we go” he blows out his candle laughing. Both of you then take bits of your cakes and extend your arms towards your phone screens pretending to feed each other giggling.

“Happy 25 bubs” you say proceeding to gorge down the whole cupcake.

“Thank you darling” he says finishing his own “I think you should go to sleep now” he advices

“You already feeling sleepy, old man?” you tease, putting down the bed tray on the floor.

“Hey! Who are you calling old? I just turned 25” he frowns pouting at you. 

“Well you’re 5 years away from turning 30 and with your tech skills you’re essentially an old man” you shrug nonchalantly. 

“You’re gonna regret saying that when you finally come back darling. Gonna keep you up all night” he promises with a smug grin on his face.

“I would be looking forward to it, grumpy old man” you again make fun of him as you laid down on your bed pulling up your covers.

“Haha very funny” he lies down too with Tessa by his side. 

“So what did you wish for?” you ask. 

“Can't say,” he shrugs. 

“What? Why?” you whine in protest pouting. 

“Well that's the whole point of not saying our wishes out loud because nobody should know or else it will not come true” he explains. 

“Oh c'mon and you believe that?” you raise an eyebrow skeptically. 

“Uh huh” he nods with a teasing smile

“Tom!” you huff annoyed 

“Alright, alright calm down. You really act like a kid sometimes” he teases you laughing 

“Yeah very good now tell me what did you wish?” you ask impatiently. 

“I wished that you were here right now with me” a soft smile adorns his face as he speaks.

“Awww me too” you say yawning. Tom noticed your eyes heavy with sleep as you struggled to keep your eyes open. 

“But you should go to sleep now, love. It’s already quite late” he insists with concern in his voice. 

“Just a few more minutes please I miss you” you mumble with droopy eyes.

“Miss you too sweetheart” he says watching you gradually drift off to sleep. How adorable you looked while sleeping so content and relaxed, Tom thought smiling to himself. He couldn’t help himself and took a few screenshots of you sleeping peacefully when he noticed the screen getting dimmer, hinting that your phone is low on battery and is going to shut down soon.

“Sweet dreams love” he whispers as the screen goes dark.

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[hollandsrecs]

tom’s birthday fic fest masterlist

all the submissions for the fic fest i held for tom’s 25th birthday! thank you to everyone that joined ♡

birthdays and wonders by alinastarkrovs

summary: on tom’s birthday, you have a certain special gift for thomas this year.

birthday, interrupted by worldoftom​

summary: it is tom’s birthday and you and tom keep trying to get alone for his special birthday present (sex ofc) but keep getting interrupted.

birthday wish t-o-m-hollands

birthday wishes by tinyyoungblood​

summary: it’s june 1st and tom and y/n are simply strangers, enjoying their skiing trips in the mountains. a series of mistakes leads to them riding the airlift together only to end up stuck up there for three long hours. they instantly connect, talk the entire ride, and share a secret or two.

golf club by tommyquacksonholland​

summary: it’s tom’s birthday so you agree to go golfing with him, but of course you have other ideas…

happy@25 by spidernerdsblog

summary: you’re quarantining in your home country so you facetime tom to wish him a happy birthday.

happy birthday, co-star! by petersasteria​

summary: tom and y/n are co-stars and tom celebrates his bday while they’re filming.

i couldn’t want you any more by glowunderthemoon​

summary: tom has more in store for you than you’re aware.

lip sync battle birthday bash by strawberrywritingfanfiction

summary: to celebrate tom’s birthday, zendaya incorporates a lip sync battle into tom’s party, only you were unaware you’re featured in it.

make a wish, darling by spydeysense

summary: it’s tom’s birthday, you haven’t seen each other for a week, and its time to get down and dirty.

night changes by spideyspeaches

summary: you hated tom holland in the most cliched way possible, so instead of investing yourself in him, you decided to just stay "friends". but that was ruined (was it?) when he asked you to come to his birthday when he told his mum he had a "girlfriend".

since then by softholand​

summary: tom and y/n were childhood friends but because of life they grew apart. when tom was inviting people for some drinks at the local pub to celebrate his birthday, he sends you an invite, not expecting you to show up (but you do).

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[petersasteria]

Happy Birthday, Co-Star! - Tom Holland

Tom || Main || Taglist

Prompt: how about tom and y/n are co-stars and tom celebrates his bday while they’re filming 725 words This is for @hollandsrecs' birthday fic fest x

the ones italicized are the movie scenes

You and Tom were stars of a new movie. Both of you were acting as siblings, Alexandra and Ashton Moore, trying to set up your dad with the pretty waitress at the restaurant they always go to, so that he could leave their cruel step-mom. You became best friends instantly and both of you bonded over funny videos and theater. Knowing that it was Tom’s birthday, all of you decided to surprise him in the middle of shooting. It was all planned out and Harry was in on it too.

You and Tom were shooting an argument scene between your characters and the plan was, you were going to go off-script which will leave Tom confused. Then when he asks what’s going on, you’ll break character and everyone will sing ‘happy birthday’ while Harry comes in with a cake. It was easy. You just hoped that you could pull it off.

“Everyone, ready?” The director looked at you and you nodded. “Alright. And… action!”

“Alex, that was so stupid!” Ashton yelled. “If you only followed what I told you, none of this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Hey, how was I supposed to know that my whole plan would fuck up?!” Alex retorted.

“You don’t think at all, that’s why! Where’s your brain at lately?! Because I don’t see you using it. Sometimes I think I’m the only one who has working brains in this family.” Ashton said, causing Alex to tear up.

“You know, you don’t have to say hurtful shit to me. I get that you’re mad and I’m sorry I fucked up, but what you said crossed the line. I don’t want to talk to you.” Alex cried.

Ashton, being the stubborn guy he is, scoffed and said, “I don’t want to talk to you either.”

In the script, you and Tom are supposed to stay in different parts of the house. You were going to stay in the kitchen and Tom will stay in his room and the only time he’ll leave his room is when you’ll leave the house.

Seeing as it’s Tom’s birthday, you won’t do any of that. Instead, you’ll call him down to eat lunch with you and when he goes downstairs, the dining room will be set up with a lot of food and a banner that says ‘Happy Birthday, Tom!’. Then Harry will come in with the cake.

“Okay, go!” The director whispered and you nodded.

“Ashton! It’s lunch time. I don’t care if you’re mad at me.” Alex shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

Tom, who was in ‘his room’, looked confused. ‘That’s not on the script.’ Tom thought to himself. ‘But maybe Y/N has an angle on this scene.’

“I’m not hungry!” Ashton shouted.

“I said come down here and eat lunch with me! Don’t be so difficult!” Alex yelled. “Don’t make me go up there.”

“Nice try, you’re not mom.” Ashton shook his head, even though he knew Alex wouldn’t see him.

“Just come here!”

Ashton gets up from his bed and stays at the top of the stairs. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! I told you that I’m not hungry!”

“We’re going to eat whether you like it or not!” Alex storms up the stairs and holds his hand as they walk down the stairs to lead him to the dining area.

“Alex, I’m not-”

“Happy Birthday, Tom!!”

Tom’s jaw drops as he sees everything. “Aw, you guys! Thank you so much!”

Harry comes in with a cake and the candle was already lit. “Happy birthday to you~” Harry started singing, causing Tom to laugh as soon as he saw his brother.

When the song was over, Harry was standing beside Tom with the cake. “Make a wish, Tom.” You smiled sweetly. He glanced at you and gave you a small smile before turning to the cake and closing his eyes for a while to make a wish.

He blew the candle and everyone clapped. “Thank you all so much!” Tom said with a big grin.

“Y/N planned it. We just helped.” Harry confessed. Tom turned to you and you shrugged.

“It’s my best friend’s birthday. I gotta make it special somehow.” You chuckled.

“You’re heaven sent, thank you.” Tom hugged you and you hugged back. It was a quick hug, but it was still special.

“Let’s eat!”

* * * *

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[rootsreggaehub]

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[hollandsrecs]

**new/updated post**

hi and welcome to hollandsrecs’ second event - this time celebrating tom’s birthday coming up in june! there will be opportunities for both writers and readers to join in, so please give this post a read through. if you have any q’s or need anything clarified after reading this, drop me an ask!

prompt submissions form (now closed)

writer sign-up form (now open)

prompt + claim post (check before claiming a prompt)

backup writer sign-up form (now open)

what is this event and how does it work?

this fic fest is a way to celebrate tom’s birthday!

people can submit prompts for a specific theme (in this case, the prompt theme will be birthdays). prompters can submit anything as long as it relates to birthdays.

writers won’t be assigned prompts. instead they are able to choose a prompt from the final list themselves. if someone is interested in writing a prompt, they are able to claim it when the claiming period starts..

if you send in a prompt: you are welcome to, but do not have to, write a story. vice versa, if you want to write a story, you do not have to submit a prompt, but nothing’s stopping you from doing so. this is so everyone is able to participate!

schedule

**all times are in australian eastern standard (aest) time. convert to your timezone here**

prompting period: now - 11:59pm, 6 may

claiming and writing period: 12am, 7 may - 11:59pm, 31 may

submissions are to be posted before 12am, 1 june

signing up

you can sign up in three ways: as a prompter, writer, or backup writer. you can sign up for one, two, or all of these.

prompter: no official sign up. during the prompting period, you can anonymously submit a prompt in this google form.

writer: at anytime during the claiming and writing period, you can fill out a google form (that will be posted at a later date) with your blog url and the prompt you want to claim.

backup: if a prompt you want is taken, you can fill out a google form (that will be posted at a later date) with your blog url and the prompt you want to claim. if the writer can no longer participate in the event, you will be given the prompt instead. a post of all the prompts and if they’re taken will be posted during this time.

claiming a fic

during the claiming and writing period, you will be able to claim a prompt. all you need to do is fill out this google form with your blog url and what prompt you will be claiming.

if more than one person tries to claim a prompt before i have gotten to check the messages (i sleep sometimes lmao), the person who sent their form first will be given the prompt. the others will get to choose a different prompt, and may sign up to be a backup writer for the prompt they originally wanted.

if you’re not feeling any of the prompts…

that’s fine! you can submit your own fic to be a part of the event. sign up as a writer, and in the specific box tick the ‘submitting my own prompt’ box.

time extension and dropping out

it happens, and it’s okay! if you need a time extension, you can post it after the date. if you’re dropping out, just make sure to let me know so your prompt can be unclaimed.

backup writers

this is essentially a writer that takes over from another if they drop out or aren’t able to finish their fic prompt. you will need to fill out this google form if you want to become a backup writer. you can sign up at any time, but prompts will be given on a first come, first serve basis.

submissions

submissions need to be:

written in english

posted to tumblr

tagged with #tbff21

more than 500 words

submissions can be any genre, and there is no maximum word count.

you can post your finished work earlier than june 1 if you want! i’m not stopping you.

tagging people to said they were interested!

@just-lost-inbetween-worlds @sinisterspidey @seolaseoul @lukehughes @softholand @evermoreholland @glowunderthemoon @aubreylovesthegames​ @tommyparkerr​ @spideysquackson13​ @spidernerdsblog​ @unbelievable-on-main​ @unbelievableholland​ @hollands-spidey​ @tommydarlings​ @worldoftom​ @spidey-sophie​ @cali-holland​ @hollandcrush​ @angelic-tom​ @tommyquacksonholland​ @bigdickjerry21​ @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh​

#tbff21 #event

[hollandsrecs]

birthday fic fest: prompt list

writer sign-up form is now open!

list of prompts below - please check to see what’s already been claimed ☺︎

strikethrough = claimed

bold = available

please fill out the sign-up form to officially claim a prompt!

tom and y/n were childhood friends but bc of life they grew apart. when tom was inviting people for some drinks at the local pub to celebrate his birthday, he sends you an invite, not expecting you to show up (but you do) → @softholand

your birthday present for tom: telling him you're pregnant → @alinastarkrovs

it is tom's birthday and you and tom keep trying to get alone for his special birthday present (sex ofc) but keep getting interrupted → @worldoftom

You're quarantining in your home country so you Facetime Tom to wish him a happy birthday → @spidernerdsblog

tom proposes to you on your birthday → @glowunderthemoon

“You could always unwrap me.” OMG PLEASE ID DIE → @spideyspeaches

it's tessa's birthday and tom spoils his little princess

something combining birthdays, golfing and sex? it's tom's birthday so you agree to go golfing with him, but OF COURSE you have other ideas... → @tommyquacksonholland

tom wants a bathroom quickie in the middle of his birthday party → @spidey-sophie

You and tom are best friends and you tell him that you love him on his birthday → @wizkiddx

how about tom and y/n are co-stars and tom celebrates his bday while they're filming → @petersasteria

BIRTHDAY SEX → @t-o-m-hollands

you and the boys throw a lil party for tommo's birthday → @evermoreholland

just a cute fic, where it's the morning of tom's birthday and you both wake up and you don't have to go anywhere, so you just spend time doing nothing together → @multiholland

tom opening a really sentimental gift from you 🥺 → @hollands-spidey

using original prompts: @tinyyoungblood / @andilovetowrite / @greenorangevioletgrass

tags:

@just-lost-inbetween-worlds @sinisterspidey @seolaseoul @lukehughes @softholand @evermoreholland @glowunderthemoon @aubreylovesthegames​ @tommyparkerr​ @spideysquackson13​ @spidernerdsblog​ @unbelievable-on-main​ @unbelievableholland​ @hollands-spidey​ @tommydarlings​ @worldoftom​ @spidey-sophie​ @cali-holland​ @hollandcrush​ @angelic-tom​ @tommyquacksonholland​ @bigdickjerry21​ @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh​

#tbff21

[hollandsrecs]

#tbff21 update - prompt submissions now open

prompt submissions for the birthday fic fest are now open!

anyone can submit a prompt that they’d like to see be turned into a story, as long as it is relevant to the fic fest’s theme: birthday!

you can anonymously submit a prompt here. prompts can be one worded, dialogue, sentences, song prompts, legit anything. have fun!

some prompt ideas: one / two / three

#tbff21

[hollandsrecs]

Hi, I don't write much, but would love to get into it more, and was thinking of doing so through your event. Anyway I have some questions about being a writer for tom's birthday fic fest. For writers how is it going to work, are writers like signing up for a certain prompt or are you like assigning prompts to people, and would it be possible for a writer like me to write just like one prompt or something? Thank you so much for hosting and its an amazing idea btw!

also I'm so sorry if this comes off as rude or pushy, that is completely not my intention.

you didn’t sound rude anon, these questions are perfectly fine!

1. in the original post there is a link to a google form called “writers sign-up form,” which opens on may 8. the list of prompts will be posted to here that same day, as well as put in the form, so when you use the form to sign-up you will be able to choose your prompt at the same time. prompts won’t be assigned, you choose the one you want.

2. writing one prompt it perfectly fine! i think the event format usually goes so that people only write one story :)

#tbff21 #answered