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Pairing: neighbour!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is used to being led on and then let down in love which leads to her not quite believing just how much Peter likes her.

Set after the events in No Way Home! As always, Peter is aged up to be in his early-mid twenties.

A/N: This one goes out to the all the girls who have been made to feel crazy when they’ve been led on by someone who suddenly loses interest. You are valid and you deserve so much better (and someone like Peter in this fic <3)!!

Feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3

Whilst others seem to fall into love quite easily, for you it was always like trying to catch fire in a jar. Never successful, getting burned in the process and eventually the jar melting with all the exposure to further render your attempts useless.

Such carelessness with your emotions had led you to a solitary existence. The mere suggestion of reciprocated feelings had made you strategic and forceful, putting pressure on every encounter with a prospective lover in hopes that one day you might secure love.

Naturally, the pressure would snap any cord of bond you might have with someone and there you were, left again without any recourse. A scorned woman.

This wasn’t always your fault. Often, you’d bestow your emotions upon someone unworthy. Gaslighted with a promise of something real, you’d pursue these people only to be bitterly disappointed with a frank conversation where they confessed that you were great but all the same, not good enough.

Enter Peter Parker, your sweet neighbour who moved in next door a few months ago and brought with him a little spark that had you giddy.

The day he had moved in, he just seemed so out of his depth and alone. With the door open, he’d stood in the middle of his apartment looking round at the admittedly small number of boxes he had. Nevertheless, he looked entirely overwhelmed and frozen, struggling to even take the first step to open any of them.

You’d just finished grocery shopping as you walked past, peering in quickly when you came across the open door. From where you were standing, viewing his slumped shoulders and helpless face, it looked like he was going to cry. He looked so lost and you were sure that your help was exactly what he needed.

So, you came to the rescue. Announcing your presence, you offered your help which he reluctantly accepted. One by one, you worked your way through the boxes and worked together to set out his things the way he’d like them. At first, he was wary of you but grew more comfortable as you took things at his pace, never pressuring or hastening him.

You cooked him dinner, noting that his fridge hadn’t been stocked up yet. He asked you for coffee the next day as a thank you.

Coffee dates became dinner dates which naturally slipped into taking turns to make dinner for each other every night. He was so convenient being next door and had explained being new to the area that he had no one else really. Naturally, he gradually began to intertwine himself within your plans until you had become inseparable. Not that you minded, you hadn’t been this infatuated in a long time.

You did everything “right”.

You nurtured your feelings, trying to keep them on a leash to prevent them leaping out of control. You were calm and collected around him, allowing yourself to freak out about him after you said goodbye for the night. You made allowances for him in your plans yet didn’t hedge your bets on having to actually plan around him.

Yet, you still expected him to let you down. Some dark, twisted and nasty corner of your brain still told you that you were holding on to false hope. You had let people in before only to have them ridicule you for ever thinking that something could happen. For all you knew, Peter could be - and probably was - just the same as the rest of them.

Although, surprisingly, he hadn’t let you down to date. He always turned up on time when he said he would, except for that one rare exception that he had to cancel. Even at that, he was following up with you to reschedule and even planned and paid for the whole date because he felt so bad about having to miss your plans.

He let you touch him and he allowed himself to touch you. When your thighs lingered as you sat next to each other, he didn’t move away or sit in clear discomfort. Contentedly, he’d continue his story while you sat, completely mesmerised by the fact he’d allowed you a crumb of intimacy with just a simple gesture.

When this inevitably went downhill, it was going to kill you.

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Winter had taken over the city. The restaurants and shops below your apartment had started to decorate their storefronts with festive lights which teamed up with the streetlights to create a cosy light in a cruelly cold and dark night.

It was Peter’s turn to cook that night. He stood at the stove making mac and cheese in plaid pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt that although oversized, still managed to show his muscular shoulders.

You sat on his couch flicking through Netflix to find a suitable Christmas movie for your night in. As the snow began to fall outside, you wrapped the blanket round you tighter and excited yourself with the idea of cuddling up to Peter to keep warm. Peter hummed as he plated up the food; it was his Aunt May’s recipe and he’d raved about it for weeks, insisting he would make it for you.

You tried not to read into the fact he was letting you into something he’d shared with his aunt who had been more like his mother. Nor did you read into the fact that the blanket wrapped round you was one you hadn’t been able to stop touching in the store because of how soft it was. He’d bought it so he could see the big grin on your face as you smoothed your hands down it.

“You really love that thing, don’t you?” Peter commented with a sweet smile as he handed you the plate.

“It’s just so soft! How did they make it so soft?” You beamed in response.

“I don’t know, but you look really cute with it wrapped round you.” He smiled, facing the TV and taking a bite before saying the all too familiar yet equally dreadful sentence.

“I think we should talk.”

It was so out of left field and so unexpected. The horrible yet familiar feeling of dread sat deep in your stomach and destroyed your earlier appetite for a home cooked meal. Setting your plate down, you took a deep breath in anticipation of what he was going to say next. You had to give it to him, ending this over his beloved aunt’s recipe was a new low in your experience of rejections.

“Sure.” Was the only response you could muster without it sounding like you were dying inside at the very notion Peter could end all of this.

“Well, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, right?”

Oh God. This really was it. Now was the time for the usual chat. He’d come out with some drawl about how even though you had spent every day together, ate together, slept together, treated each other like boyfriend and girlfriend, that it was of course, casual and you were irrational to think anything different. In the heat of the moment, frenzied by embarrassment, you’d agree and tell him you’d even prefer to be friends. Then over the coming months, the dejection would slowly eat away at you as you’d overanalyse the memories and consider what you should have looked for to ascertain that this would never be a serious relationship. Good enough for a fling, but not quite enough for a substantive commitment.

It was going to be a long and lonely winter.

“Yeah, two and a half months to be exact.” You stated, as if for a court record to build your case on just how much of your time he had wasted before he was about to throw this genuine and beautiful connection away. Peter merely chuckled at your matter-of-fact manner, oblivious to your serious tone.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfriend?” He asked nervously, watching you with a hopeful smile.

Admittedly, your reaction was in fact, irrational.

“Sorry, WHAT?!” You yelled back, so taken aback by the question. It was what you wanted to hear but not at all what you expected.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Peter tried to explain, clearly self-conscious by his choice of timing and now considering what seemed to be a real possibility of you rejecting him. “I just thought that I really love what we have and I wanted to make it official but if you feel differently then-“

You cut him off before he could go any further by lunging over and wrapping your arms round his neck tightly. You held him like he would disappear if you let go. The longer you held on, the more tangible his question became and the more likely you were being validated that this whole thing wasn’t just a one-sided and bittersweet liaison, doomed to fail from the beginning.

Peter chuckled, managing to set his plate down on the coffee table, despite you clinging on to him like a koala. He settled back against the couch, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly while you sat still, completely incapable of letting go.

“So… is that a yes?” Peter asked with slight concern in his voice as he tried to measure how long you had been silent for.

“Of course, it’s a yes! I thought you were going to end this!” You confessed. Peter frowned at your response, unsure where you could ever have gotten that idea from. He had tried so hard to not be one of those asshole guys and not lead you on. He started to question whether he should have done anything differently.

“Why would you think that?” His question came with a sweet kiss to your temple. Despite you holding him hostage with a cuddle, he seemed quite content.

The heat of embarrassment claimed your cheeks causing you to nuzzle your face into his neck. This should have been a really happy and carefree moment between you both, and hopefully the beginning of many years together. Yet, your insecurities and past emotional injuries had tainted this.

Perhaps, sharing your intense fear and feelings was going to be too much for Peter. Still, if he was going to be in a relationship with you, he ought to know the truth.

“I just…” You began, sitting back to look him in the eye. “I just never get asked that question.”

Peter looked at you with a mixture of surprise and sadness. His eyebrows furrowed in contemplation and he let out a silent “oh”. At first, you thought he was pitying you but then you came to realise that he was just appreciating how big of a deal this was for you.

“I always seem to be the practise run or the casual fling. I never seem to be enough to be the girlfriend. You know?” At this, Peter nodded silently and reached his hand out for you to hold which you gladly took.

“And with you, I’ve been trying so hard not to get overexcited or put too much pressure on you but I really like you, Peter! I’ve been terrified that you’ve wanted to end this for a while now.” You explained further, watching him get confused.

“What did I do that made you think that?” Peter mumbled, his own fears and guilt setting into him. He had been trying so hard to let people in and to think that he was potentially failing was more than a tough pill to swallow.

“Nothing.” You said simply, because it was the truth. He had done nothing wrong.

“It’s just, I let you into my apartment, which was supposed to be just mine. I talked to you about Aunt May, which was really hard for me but I trusted you with it. I… I fell asleep on you. I felt safe enough with you to sleep soundly. I just don’t think I could have done anymore to let you know I was interested.”

The lump in Peter’s throat was evident with his words. This poor, sweet boy had no idea that this was so much bigger than him. It was an injury to your very being that had attached itself to you for all time coming. In truth, Peter had opened up to you and had let you in. On the other hand, all of those boys had done the same thing. They fed you with private and emotional insights then cut off the supply when you dared tried to establish a deeper emotional connection. How were you to tell the difference?

“Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just, not all guys are as genuine as you. They mess with our heads and then call us crazy.” You explained calmly, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles lightly. The words took purchase in Peter’s body and he nodded at you, slightly embarrassed.

“I am sorry you’ve been through that. I just really liked you and wanted to let you in. I have meant it all and I’d really like for you to be my girlfriend.” He smiled, reaching his other hand out to caress your cheekbone. An excited and surprise giggle escaped your lips.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Peter.” You leaned in and kissed him deeply, putting your hands on his cheeks. His hands found your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap. You gladly obliged, not once breaking the kiss. It wasn’t catching fire in a jar. Rather, it was gathering water that easily streamed into the jar – filling it up and adapting to the shape of its keeper without any threat of burning or melting; secured simply with a screw top lid. It was different, fresh and easy.

“Okay,” Peter chuckled as he finally pulled away from the kiss. “Can you please let me know if I made a good job of dinner?”

“Sure thing, boyfriend.” You grinned, giving his lips one last peck before leaning back and retrieving your neglected plate from the table. It was starting to get cold but that didn’t matter. You were going to give it a glowing review anyway.

You draped the blanket over the two of you and cuddled into him, no longer afraid to show him just how keen you were. He hummed happily at this, turning to gently kiss your temple. Your mind and body relaxed, content in the knowledge that you need not tread carefully around your Peter.

Finally, someone genuine.

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readers101 · 11 months

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Inside Tom Holland and Y/N L/N’s relationship

After a career in the tabloids, almost out of nowhere came the news that Tom Holland(26) was dating Y/N L/N (29). Until then, the super model was relatively unknown by successfully keeping her life private but even more surprising was the lack of news coverage surrounding the couple and their relationship.

Tom Holland and Y/N L/N are very private when it comes to discussing their relationship, there are no definitive details available to the public about their relationship, how or where they met and exactly when they started dating but we still managed to compile a few interesting facts about the couple and their relationship timeline.

Y/N got her big break as a model in 2014 when she walked the runway for the Victoria Secret fashion show. Sources and friends close to the model Explain that even though Y/N loves her job, she chooses to keep her personal life very private and doesn’t like being in the spotlight too much due to her anxiety.

“I’m very fragile and very private about my life outside of work. So I don't want to go into it too much.” Said Y/N L/N in an interview when she was asked about her life and her relationship with Tom Holland.

And when Holland was asked if the rumor of him dating Y/N is true, he simply stated that “Yes it is. It's not a secret, but I didn't want it to be the focal point of who she is as a person because she is a professional model and she does an amazing job.”

A source states that from the beginning the actor was very interested in her, and would invest heavily in their romance.

Sources have also claimed just two months into their relationship he flew to Paris just to support her after she walked the runway for a fashion show. The day after, they were seen entering the same restaurant and then leaving the venue together.

Two years later, a ring appeared on Y/N's ring finger and engagement rumors began to abound. But whether they are engaged/married today or not is still unclear.

The pair who started dating from what we can guess almost three years ago, have seemingly taken the next step in their relationship. Last week, as seen in the background of some of their friends instagram stories, they’ve invited they’re close ones to a party that looked somewhat like gender reveal.

Fans have compiled the pictures from the instagram stories and have noticed the couples backyard decorated with pink and blue balloons.

Few hours later Y/N’s best friend posted a picture of her on instagram that appears to be from the party and a few eagled eyed fans have noticed blue confetti on the floor.

There are many indications that they are expecting a boy. If Y/N L/N is indeed the pregnant Then Tom Holland has certainly found himself a life long partner.

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wazzupmrstark · 8 months

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instead of you [part fifty-eight] || th

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, smut (18+ mdni)

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thought you’d never escape.”

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

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

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

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

“What do you mean?”

“I’m taking you on a date, silly.”

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

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

“I like being prepared,” you argued.

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

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

You turned to him in confusion. “Tom?”

“Y/n?” he parroted.

“Where are we?”

“We’re on our date.”

“Yes, but where?”

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

“Really?”

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

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

“Too distracted by your hot date?”

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

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

“That’s… really thoughtful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, what movie are we seeing?” you asked, exhaling deeply to try and physically release the stress you’d been holding.

Tom pursed his lips, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion. “Um, Spider-man: Far From Home.”

“You took me to see your own movie?”

“It’s what they were showing! I had nothing to do with it, like they’re in the middle of a marathon. Last week they showed Spider-man: Homecoming.”

“Seems awfully convenient,” you mused.

“Trust me, I know. I thought I was losing my mind when I looked at their website earlier. But I promise I had nothing to do with it. You really think I’m so tacky I’d take a date to my own film? I mean, if I was going to do that I’d at least start with the first one.”

You made a face. “What do you mean, the first one.”

“Oh, Far From Home is the second in the trilogy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “We’re not even watching the first one? How am I going to know what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you! That’s one of the nice things about drive-ins, no one cares if you’re talking through the whole movie. The second one is the best one anyway.”

“Will I be able to follow the plot at all? You know I’ve never even seen a Marvel movie, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I wouldn’t have taken you to a Marvel movie if there was something else playing, but there’s only the one lot. The plot isn’t that complicated, you’ll still be able to enjoy it.”

“If you say so.”

Tom smirked. “I do say so. I think you’ll like it, actually.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah, I hear the lead actor is pretty good-looking.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Oh yeah, Zendaya is in this, right?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’d rather fuck you,” you quipped. He raised an eyebrow suggestively, making you laugh.

“What are we doing here, then?”

“We’re on our date!”

“But we could leave.”

“I can’t believe you’re trying to get into my pants on the first date,” you scoffed.

“I don’t have to try,” Tom pointed out. “I was already successful before our date. Many times, actually.”

“I was there, you don’t have to remind me.”

“Are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes through a grin. “Positive.”

“Alright, well let me know if you change your mind.”

“You’ll be the first to know,” you assured him, leaning over the center console to nudge his shoulder.

You stayed there, shoulders resting against each other. He looked over and smiled at you before reaching for your hand and taking it in his. He lifted his other hand to check his watch.

“The movie starts in about ten. I know they have a concession stand but if you want snacks you’ll probably have to be the one to get them. I can give you the money, obviously, I just can’t…”

“Leave the car,” you finished for him.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I’ll go see what they have,” you decided. Tom handed you his wallet but you didn’t take it. “It’s on me. You bought the movie tickets.”

“You know I’m in this movie, right? You don’t have to worry about splitting the cost of everything.”

“I know, just, let me do this.”

Tom held his hands up in surrender and pocketed his wallet. “Fine, fine. Can you get me a beer?”

“Sure. Any kind in particular?”

“Whatever they have is fine. I’m not picky.”

You nodded and stepped out of the car, smoothing your dress out in case it had ridden up. You stood on your tip toes and craned your neck to try and find the concession stand above all of the cars.

Luckily, there was a big neon sign that read CONCESSIONS with an arrow pointing to a kiosk that was presumably sitting underneath it.

You wove inefficiently through the parking lot over to the sign, sighing when you spotted the long line. It was moving pretty fast so you didn’t have to wait very long and by the time you made it to the front, you still hadn’t decided what to get.

The woman behind the counter looked bored and impatient so naturally, you panicked.

“Hi, um can I please get a medium popcorn and two Nerds Ropes?”

“Anything to drink?”

Your eyes flicked to the menu overhead but all of the options seemed to blend together in an unintelligible jumble. “Uh, a water bottle and a peach High Noon, please. And what kind of beer do you guys have?”

She listed off a handful. You chose the first one you recognized and hoped it was one Tom wouldn’t mind too much. You waited as she ID’ed you and rang you up, dropping a couple of bills in the tip jar when she handed you your change.

You had stupidly declined a tray so you had to very precariously carry everything back to the car in your arms. It was one of those establishments that took the caps off of bottled drinks and opened cans before you were allowed to leave the counter which meant you had to be extra careful with how you balanced things so that nothing would spill.

“You good?” Tom asked, watching you struggle with everything. “I’d help, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of not going to get the stuff in the first place.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted.

He didn’t look convinced but it wasn’t like he could do anything but watch so he didn’t comment further until you were seated again.

“What’d you end up getting?”

“Well, popcorn.”

“It’s not a movie without it.”

“Exactly,” you agreed and handed him the bucket. “And I got us a water to share and some Nerds Ropes, I hope you like those.”

“Love em.”

“And then I got myself a High Noon and I got you a Heineken. I’m sorry, I blanked when she told me all of the types of beer they served and chose the first one I knew.”

“It’s okay! I told you I’m not picky. Heinekins are fine, babe, thank you.”

“Are you sure?”

Tom chuckled and took a sip from the bottle as if to prove to you that he liked them. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t they be? Do you have something against Heinekins?”

You made a face. “Bad memories.”

“Mm, I see. In that case, I won’t offer you any.”

“Thank you. Did you want to try some of my drink?”

“Sure, what’d you say it was?”

You passed it to him. “A High Noon. Have you never had one?”

“No, I don’t usually go for seltzers.” You watched him take a sip, laughing when he made a similar face to the one you had made just a few moments prior. “Oh god, the bubbles hurt.”

“How big of a sip did you take?!”

“A regular-sized sip! The carbonation is just a lot!”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“You do realize that’s my job, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “You just enjoy your drink and I’ll enjoy mine.”

“Gladly.”

Just then, the parking lot’s overhead lights dimmed. The projector flickered to life, casting the station to which to tune your car’s radio. Tom fidgeted with the dial until it was tuned to the right frequency.

“Welcome to Aloha Drive-In’s adult-only feature film of the night! We have late-night showings for ages eighteen and up every weekday.”

“What makes it adults-only?” you asked aloud. “Is this the extended version of Spider-man where he fucks Gwen?”

“They serve alcohol,” Tom explained. “Something with the licensing prevents them from offering it during regular showings. Also, it’s MJ in this version.”

“Oh.”

“I can give you the extended version when we get back later, though.”

“What, are you going to eat me out while you hang upside down or something?”

He grinned. “If you want me to.”

“Please stay in your car for the duration of the film unless you need the restroom or concessions. In case of emergency...”

You listened to the rest of the spiel in silence, snacking lightly on what you’d bought until the Marvel logo showed up on the screen. You recognized some of the actors flashing behind the letters but could only make a few connections to what characters they played. You nudged Tom’s shoulder when the familiar red and blue suit popped up, feeling a strange sense of pride as you watched the Tom on-screen catch a shield.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you, gauging your reactions. It was hard to follow along with the plot since you hadn’t seen the first Spider-man or the other twenty-something MCU movies that preceded it. Tom helped fill in the gaps when he noticed you looking confused.

You had to admit that it was a pretty funny movie, even though you didn’t have a lot of context as to what was going on. You also had to admit that Tom looked good. The Peter Parker thing was really doing it for you. You weren’t used to hearing his American accent and you were surprised at just how convincing it sounded.

The only other movie you had seen of Tom’s was the one you watched on the plane to Hong Kong, and you couldn’t even hear his actual voice in that one. You hadn’t ended up finishing it, either.

“Take off your clothes.”

Your eyes widened as the blonde woman on the screen commanded Peter to strip. Tom laughed at your expression.

“I thought you said this wasn’t the porn version,” you mumbled.

He chuckled. “Jealous, baby?”

You nodded. ��She’s so pretty. Did you get to kiss her?”

Tom’s face fell.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“Just watch!”

“Fine.”

You did, watching with curiosity as Peter unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down. You couldn’t help but focus on Tom’s bare thighs, squeezing your own together as you stared at them. Tom’s gaze fell to your lap when caught the movement of your legs.

“Are you cold?”

“Um, a little,” you lied.

You were in fact, not cold at all. You were actually feeling a little warm.

“Here,” Tom said, reaching behind him to grab something. It was a blanket, and he draped it over your legs. “Don’t worry, it’s not the same one from the beach.”

You nodded in appreciation, grateful that he had clarified that it was a clean blanket and not the one that had been laid down in the sand and had sex on top of from the night before.

Tom kept a hand on your thigh even after he’d situated the blanket on your lap.

“Warming you up,” he explained before you could ask.

You were a little suspicious of his true intentions but he wasn’t moving his hand and he had gone back to watching the movie so you let it go.

The snacks you bought lasted you throughout the majority of the film. Once you’d finished them, you put the candy wrappers in the empty popcorn bowl and placed it on the floor of the car so that you could lean across the center console and rest your head on Tom’s shoulder. He met you halfway to make it less uncomfortable for you. It was a little awkward, trying to position yourselves in a way that felt natural.

Your suspicions about Tom’s hand were of course proved correct when you felt it begin to inch upward. Your thighs parted automatically for him before you could process what was happening. It was pathetic how responsive your body was to him.

“I’ve been trying so hard not to stare at you all night,” he confessed. “Look so fucking pretty in this dress.”

“You should try harder,” you teased, reminding him of when you had to kick him under the table at dinner with his family.

“You’d be doing the same thing if you were in my shoes,” he insisted.

“No, because I have self-control.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, fingers ghosting over your panties.

You sucked in a breath, physically holding yourself back from arching into his touch.

“This isn’t affecting you at all?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

“What about this?”

You knew he could feel how wet you were getting. It was pointless to lie. But even as he pulled your underwear to the side and teased you by putting the tip of his middle finger inside of you, you wouldn’t admit it.

“This is doing nothing for you?” Tom prodded, curling his finger in a little deeper.

You gasped and gripped the car door handle, nervously checking your surroundings to ensure you weren’t being watched. Tom had parked in the back of the lot so there was no one behind you. Everyone else seemed zoned in on the movie playing like they were supposed to be.

“I asked you a question,” he reminded you.

“Feeling nothing,” you lied.

Tom tongued his cheek in annoyance even though it was clear you were just fucking with him.

“You’re such a brat.”

“You already knew that.”

He sighed. “That’s true.”

You were both quiet for a couple of beats, letting Peter and Mj’s dialogue fill the silence. Tom’s finger was still halfway inside of you under the blanket and your dress and you had to try very hard not to think about it.

You hadn’t been paying attention to the film for the past several minutes so deducing what was happening presently was impossible. But then onscreen Tom took his shirt off and the plot seemed suddenly irrelevant.

Beside you, Tom laughed.

“What?” you mumbled absentmindedly, not looking away from the version of him that had his tits out.

“You clenched around my finger when I took my shirt off.”

“What, I did not!”

“Love, I could feel it. I can still feel it, actually.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you sunk down in your seat, which coincidentally pushed Tom’s finger deeper inside of you, making you whimper.

“It’s not my fault!” you cried before he could say anything. “Obviously I’m going to be turned on by seeing you half-naked!”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” he assured you, voice full of amusement. “I’m glad I can make you feel that way. Quite flattered, actually.”

“You’re such a dick.”

He leaned over to whisper in your ear even though you were sitting right next to each other and no one else could hear your conversation. “And I’ve heard I’ve got a pretty nice one too. What do you say we get out of here?”

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It’s (a) November Baby! | Tom Holland

》 PAIRING: tom holland x female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: established relationship; fluff; crack-ish

》 SUMMARY: Tom partakes in a bet with the boys in No Nut November. But what happens if you're a November baby?

》 WARNINGS: whoriness/horniness, language, suggestive themes (mentions of sex, make out sesh, teasing, peeks at lingerie), pet names (love, baby, my love, darling, sweetheart, pretty boy, and uhm, sir), betting/wager, british banter? (lads being lads innit LMAO), innuendoes galore, bad jokes, dad jokes, dirty jokes, jesus jokes?? (...yep you read that right. it’s more religious/catholic jokes but nothing too bad i promise 😭), reader goes to the gym with tom (like one scene), nakedness (non-sexual...kinda? it’s super quick lol), implied smut at the end (nothing detailed, honestly this is pretty tame)

》 WORD COUNT: 7.1k+

A/N: there’s this thing called No Nut November & it always made me wonder what do ppl born this month do on their birthdays like, do u not get to treat yourself? LMAO so this is for my fellow november babies out there <3 well.....we are a week into december but that’s beside the point LMAO. i’m so consistent at being late with these things honestly. i mean, this was meant for last year and finally just finished it lol. but hey, it got finished <3 ksksks hope you guys enjoy! (just realised how suggestive that gif actually is lol if u know u know)

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Tom was competitive.

If there was a word best to describe him, that surely would be one of them.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing per se, it was just that sometimes, he wouldn't think things through before agreeing to a challenge.

So when the boys raised the idea of participating in No Nut November, there was no doubt that the eldest Holland would take it on headstrong without initially considering what else was in store for the month.

And then they started teasing Tom about how he could never control his constant horniness whenever he was around you, and it only fuelled his need to prove them oh so wrong.

"Tom wouldn't last a day," Tuwaine said. "Not when Y/N lives with us."

"Fuck off. I have great self-control, thank you very much," Tom scoffed, putting the last remaining red cups in the trash bag, ones that were used in the Halloween party they threw last night.

Harry rolled his eyes, obviously not believing his brother's statement. "Mate, she does absolutely nothing and you're jumping her bones in seconds!"

"Well, maybe if you've got a smoking hot—no, even just a girlfriend then you'll understand," Tom countered, smirk in full play.

"Fuck you." Harry glared at him, throwing a plastic skull in his direction to which Tom dodged with a laugh.

"They're worse than rabbits I tell you," Tuwaine grumbled, reaching up to remove the pumpkin lanterns that were hung on the wall behind the couch.

"We're not!" Tom protested.

"Nah, Tom's the only one who's always horny between the two of them," Harrison laughed as he emerged in the living room with the vacuum in hand. The blond lad's face fell into a grimace as he added, "He's always whining every night like some dog wanting to mate. I'm really regretting choosing the room next to yours."

"Oh fuck off, as if you're any better when Grace stays over," Tom retorted, Harrison's face instantly turning a deep shade of red. Tom grinned as he mimicked, "I'm really regretting choosing the room next to yours."

"Shut up, you div."

Tom laughed at that, tying up the trash bag before standing up confidently, hands on his hips as he looked over at his companions. "But no matter what you say, there's no doubt I'd cruise through November with the nut staying in the shells."

"The nut staying in the shells," Tuwaine repeated, rolling his eyes. "Why'd you have to say it like that, man?"

"Wanna bet then?" Harry challenged, an all-too-knowing smirk gracing his lips as soon as the words left it.

"Sure," Tom said calmly with a shrug, not thinking much about the mischief in Harry's eyes like the younger lad knew something, especially when he and Tuwaine shared a look.

"Go on, play your cards," Harrison chuckled. "And don't be so fucking lame and just bet fifty quid."

"Yeah, we do things differently in this house," Tuwaine agreed.

"Go big or go home," Harry said with a smirk.

"Alright, fine." Tom crossed his arms over his chest as he pursed his lips, eyes staring at the ceiling as he tried to come up with a high stake bet that would keep everyone motivated to actually pull through with this. Catching the sight of the beach painting on the wall, he smiled as it came to him.

"Whoever lasts the whole of November will win a week's holiday in Mykonos. All expenses will be paid by the others who lost," Tom offered, all the boys nodding in agreement, eyes now glossed with excitement. "If two of us win, the other two will pay. If only one person will win, the other three will pay and you get to bring a plus one," he continued.

"I have a feeling I'm going to get Gracie and me a free couple's holiday," Harrison said, clasping his hands together, beaming.

"What if we all win and you're the only one who'll lose?" Harry asked.

"Then you three will have a week-long holiday in Mykonos with all expenses paid by me." Tom shrugged nonchalantly, opening his arms to showcase himself with a calm smile. He truly did believe he wouldn't be touching his pocket anytime soon. He was confident enough in his ability to win the bet which was why he wasn't afraid to raise the stake.

"Oh, now we're talking!" Tuwaine cheered, patting Harry on the back excitedly.

"You seem so confident in this," Harrison chuckled.

"Because I know I'm not losing. I can easily go through November without a single bust," Tom stated. "So, deal?"

"Deal," the three boys chorused, proceeding to shake hands among themselves with grins on their faces, ready to take on the challenge.

"Deal on what?"

All four heads turned to look at you as you entered the living room.

A bright smile immediately erupted on Tom's face then, heart melting at the way you gently rubbed the sleep off your eyes with your knuckles, your figure clad in some sleep shorts and his purple sweatshirt.

"No Nut November. Whoever wins will go to an all-expense paid by the losers, to be extra clear, a week holiday in Mykonos," Harry explained amusedly, smirk widening when you nodded slowly.

"So..." you trailed off, turning to look at Tom with a pout as you said,

"No birthday sex for me then?"

Tom's smile got slapped off his face as his eyes widened, horror and realisation quickly dawning on his features before he dropped his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sharp curse,

"Fuck."

All the boys burst out in rambunctious laughs, Harry and Tuwaine high-fiving which proved that they already knew about your birthday and how it could be the one thing that would secure their win on this.

"You dickheads set me up!" Tom exclaimed, shooting each lad a glare, throwing another one at Harry for good measure since he was the one who planted the idea of a bet in the first place.

"Nobody set you up," the younger Holland laughed. "You just didn't think things through, as per usual."

Tom looked at you with an apologetic pout. You flashed him a smile in return, giggling softly as you shrugged. He sighed before turning back to the boys. "Come on, surely her birthday is an exception?"

"Nope, a deal is a deal," Tuwaine laughed.

"You nut, you lose," Harry added.

Tom turned to Harrison for help. The blonde lad merely shook his head with a smirk. "You dug yourself into this hole, mate. The deal has been made," he chuckled. "Or you can just accept defeat and pay for our holiday."

"No way in hell I'm losing to you lot," Tom said through gritted teeth, too much pride and ego to easily surrender when the game barely even started yet.

"Right then." Harry clasped his hands together. "Who wants to join me on shopping?" he said, shit-eating grin never wavering as he added salt to the wound. "I feel like I need new swimming trunks and a whole lot of sunscreen for our week holiday, paid by Tom, in Mykonos."

"Oh, hell yeah!" Tuwaine grinned.

Harrison laughed, "Count me in!"

All three boys exited the room after that with as much giddiness in their step as possible, leaving you with a rather defeated Tom. You walked over to him with a tender smile, your hands smoothing over his shoulders as his fingers automatically curled around your waist once you were close enough.

"Did you forget?" you asked teasingly, brushing away the curl that fell on his forehead.

This was going to be the third birthday that you were going to be celebrating with him. The past two, nobody in the group really thought much about No Nut November, given that they were all busy career wise on top of being in different places due to conflicting schedules.

Only now did they get the chance to actually spend some much needed time together, all free for the whole month as their breaks finally coincided. And, by the looks of it, the lads seemed to have grown bored out of their minds that the idea of participating suddenly came around.

"No, of course I didn't. I would never forget about your birthday," Tom said, wrapping his arms fully around you to pull you even closer, brushing the tip of his nose against yours softly. "I just didn't make the correlation until you pointed it out."

"The bet does sound too good to pass," you hummed, amused. "I mean, free holiday? Who wouldn't want that?"

Tom pouted. "I'm so sorry, my love—"

"Hey no, it's okay, It's not a big deal," you said reassuringly, with no hint of anger or disappointment in your voice whatsoever. "You'll just have to make it up to me in December." You flashed him a lovely smile, one that was quick to turn into a smirk, though. "I also want to see how long you'll last."

"I feel like you don't have faith in me," he grumbled, narrowing his eyes at you.

"I'm your girlfriend," you giggled. "I think out of all people, I'm the most aware of how horny you get and how quickly it happens."

"Well, can't argue with that," Tom chuckled. Yet despite how true your words were, his confidence and pride still boiled in him strongly as he said, "I still believe that this is going to be easy breezy for me."

But was No Nut November really going to be easy breezy for Tom? Absolutely—

Not.

Even more so when you weren't doing anything in making it as such.

The first time Tom felt his self-control waver was when you walked out of the closet in a matching sports bra and leggings, and some white tennis shoes on to complete the look.

It was a plain, grey set, but the fabric was clinging onto your figure that Tom couldn't stop himself from gawking. It left so little to the imagination that's for sure. The lump was quick to form in his throat, lips parted as he froze, hands hovering over his last untied shoelace while his eyes raked from the top of your head, down, and then back up again.

He shook his head and blinked, clearing out his throat and standing up from his place on the bed after he tied the knot securely. He narrowed his eyes as he walked over to you, hands resting on your waist once he was close.

Tom instantly regretted the action.

Your skin was bare underneath his palms, and it was warm to the touch, soft, and oh did his hands desperately want to go further up and to the front, or down and behind.

"What're you up to?" he asked, voice dropping an octave as he hooked his thumbs on the elastic of your leggings.

You furrowed your brows, small smile on your lips as you stared at him quizzically. "I'm coming with you to the gym starting today, remember?"

No, he did not remember.

Tom stared at you suspiciously at first, trying to gauge if there was some sort of hidden plan you were cooking. But you merely raised a brow as you tilted your head, smile widening with amusement.

Then it hit him.

"For fuck's sake."

You had set a goal for yourself that you were going to start exercising as much and as often as you could. And being the ever supportive boyfriend that he is, Tom, of course, offered to help out by saying you could come to the gym with him.

You'd set up a friendly competition between the two of you—well, it was mostly a pack you made for yourself that the number of days you'd gone to the gym should be equal if not more than Tom's. You said it was to help keep you motivated to not miss a session, especially when you were going against him who works out religiously.

It wasn't to change your appearance in any sort of way. Tom even sat you down to talk, just to make sure you weren't doing it for the wrong reasons, that you were doing it because you wanted to, not because you were pressured to. And most importantly, that you were doing this for yourself, not to impress anyone else, including him.

But you'd reassured him it was simply to be more active, build a bit of strength and improve your cardiovascular endurance where you wouldn't be out of breath after doing some simple task.

Tom was all up for it, always willing to give his full support when it came to your wonderful, productive, goal driven and other times, spontaneous ventures. As long as it wasn't illegal, of course—well, even that's debatable.

It just so happens that you both agreed, merely a couple of days ago, that November was the most reasonable time for you to start.

Why oh why did it seem like all the odds were somewhat against him this month? Or did he simply not think things through before agreeing to this bet?

Tom's pride picked the former.

"Hmm, I didn't know that not busting a nut makes you forgetful," you said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close.

"Shut up. I've been distracted," he grumbled defensively, nudging the tip of his nose with yours with a pout.

"Obviously," you laughed. "I mean, you have been thinking with the wrong head lately."

Tom nodded slowly, running his tongue over his teeth with a dark chuckle, "You and your quick wit." With an eyebrow raised in warning, he squeezed your waist. "It's gonna get you in trouble."

"Oh, you like it," you murmured, smirking as you tilted your head up, brushing your lips over his but never closing the distance, just like the little tease that you are.

"Not in the bedroom I don't," Tom warned, voice dropping an octave.

His fingers dug into your hips, head pulling back when you tried to go in for a kiss. He knew what you were trying to do, and he wasn't going to let you get the upper hand.

But then you whined.

And how was he meant to resist that?

Though the second he let lips touch yours, it set him on fire.

Tom's self control cracked as he pulled you flushed against his chest. Tilting his head, he groaned when you teased your tongue against his lip, him obliging your request not even a split second later.

Big mistake.

The kiss immediately grew heavy and hot, his hands wandering, squeezing, gripping, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging gently as you let a moan slip out.

Tom quickly pulled away, lips detaching from yours with a soft pop.

"Fuck," he gasped, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he tried his best to settle down his raging bo—heart. "This is going to be harder than I thought."

"Oh it's definitely harder."

Tom pulled away, shooting you a glare. "Ha, ha, you're so funny."

"I know, the one thing I didn't learn from you," you quipped with a smirk.

"Ouch." Tom pouted at you. "Wait, I am funny."

"Debatable."

"I mean my dad's a comedian."

"Well, even more debatable."

Tom gaped at you. "Harsh."

"The fact that I'm still with you even after your bad jokes—" You shook your head, cupping his cheek tenderly as you sighed, "True love does exist."

"You're wounding me, darling," Tom said, turning his head to kiss your palm before he looked back at you with a pout. You giggled, leaning closer to kiss it away. Successfully so as he was unable to stop himself from breaking out into a grin.

"Love you," you hummed against his lips.

"Love you most," he sighed, squeezing you one more time before pulling away.

"Now, let's get to the gym shall we?" you said.

Tom nodded, moving over to his bedside table to get his wallet, phone and keys.

"I'm staying as far away from you the whole time, by the way," he said, pointing an accusing finger at you, glaring playfully as he followed you out the bedroom and down the hall.

You laughed, "As if that'll help."

And oh you were so right. It did not fucking help, at all.

It was torture watching you go from stretching to then running on the treadmill where your lovely thighs and ass were just there for him to watch as they jiggled with your movements. And then you went from curl-ups, to push-ups, planks and then squats. The fucking squats was when he started to feel really, really hot. His suffering didn't even end there. You working out in itself was already a lot. But then all of it just seemed to be happening in slow motion.

Everything you were doing was happening in slow motion as if you were in some TV commercial, and Tom was simply there to watch on the screen, unable to do anything about it—well, unless he wanted to lose the bet.

No matter how many times Tom tried to convince himself that it was simply his mind playing tricks on him, it didn't make a fucking difference.

He couldn't even look at you when you drank from your water bottle—head thrown back with your neck stretched out—it was just too much for him to handle.

Tom was drenched in sweat by the time you both were done for the day, and he knew it wasn't only from his workout. The tent on his basketball shorts proved that. Hell, he didn't even get to fully complete his sets given that you were being a huge distraction—a very attractive, gorgeously sexy and hot distraction.

And you weren't even doing it on purpose!

You merely laughed at his demise when you both got in the car, Tom keeping both hands on the steering wheel which he didn't normally do when it's you in the passenger's seat. Your laugh only grew louder when you saw how tight his grip was, simply to keep them there in fear that the second he'd even just feel the warmth of your thigh, he'd absolutely lose it.

"Tom?"

"Hmm?"

"Why won't you look at me?"

There was no doubt you knew exactly why he couldn't sneak a glance, you simply wanted to poke him about it. He could do it in the gym because there was distance, admire you from afar as you could say. But now? He didn't trust himself. Not with you being so close where he'd probably be able to notice the sweat that littered your warm skin, trailing down the valley of your—that thought itself just about tempt him to pull over once he finds an empty parking space.

"'Cause I'm driving," he lied through gritted teeth.

That made you laugh even more.

He couldn't be mad at you, though. Because one, he absolutely loves your laugh, it's the most beautiful sound in the world. And two, well, it genuinely was quite laughable, how it's only been day one and he was already grasping at straws.

It wasn't because he was always that horny around you exactly, it was because he couldn't do anything about it which was frustrating. And the more frustrated he got, the tougher it was to put himself in check. Basically, he got even hornier, and it just went round and round and kept building and building.

It's definitely going to be a white Christmas once he explodes.

Hell, white Christmas might even come early if Tom did so, too.

He didn't even care how bad those jokes were.

But what Tom dreaded the most was that he knew it'd only get har—more difficult to control himself from here on out.

And as the days dragged on—and oh how much longer did it fucking drag where it seemed that a minute was over an hour—Tom found himself taking cold showers frequently. He did it much more often in a way that it for sure helped with lessening the bills in this house. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he took a proper hot shower. But there was nothing else he could think of that would help calm down his...needs.

Said needs that only grew stronger whenever you were in the vicinity.

It was amusing borderline ridiculous how hyperaware he'd gotten about your presence. Tom's not a scientist so he had no idea how to explain the hows, all he knew was that everything about you suddenly became more.

Scent sweeter, more intoxicating, touch warmer, more electrifying, skin softer, more tempting.

And when pre-No-Nut-November him already felt so strongly for you, how his emotions were always at a high level when it comes to you, imagine how much more intense everything got? It was like going from dialling it to eleven to suddenly making it a hundred.

If Tom had to guess what having spider-senses actually felt like, this was definitely it.

What made him realise that he was absolutely done for was the fact that even the faint smell of your shampoo was starting to get him worked up.

Better yet, that the sight of you in his hoodie was already giving him a semi.

"God-fucking-dammit," Tom grumbled, rubbing his face with his palm frustratedly as he tore his gaze away from you, shifting in his seat as he placed a pillow on his lap.

All three lads looked at him, comedically in sync as they looked at you in the kitchen, and then back at Tom.

"Fucking hell, she's just cooking!" Harry laughed.

"Yeah, in my clothes," Tom reasoned.

"I feel like this is actually a life lesson for you," Tuwaine chuckled. "You're actually just a walking horn dog."

"I see his point, though. When you see your girlfriend in your clothes, it's just different," Harrison said. "Brings back some memories too as to why she ended up wearing your clothes in the first place, if you get what I mean."

"Thank you!" Tom exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air before he gestured towards Tuwaine and Harry with a glare. "The difference between who's single and who's not."

"You mean the difference between the winners and losers?" Harry grinned.

"As if I didn't see you skip a kissing scene—not even a sex scene—so fucking quick in that movie you and Harrison watched last night. The one with Channing Tatum," Tom countered.

Harry turned bright red as he threw a pillow at his brother, "Fuck off. Rachel McAdams is my weakness."

"Or Channing Tatum," Tuwaine interjected, the boys nodding in agreement.

"He actually didn't watch the movie, he was just drooling the whole time," Harrison snitched, earning a smack from Harry.

"That's poor from you, Baz," Tuwaine snorted.

"At least I'm not having a fucking boner just seeing my girlfriend cooking in my hoodie," Harry argued, immediately receiving back the pillow he threw at Tom earlier.

"Domesticity is sexy, fuck you." Tom flipped the boys off as he got up from the couch and made his way over to you in the kitchen.

He'd already established that staying away from you didn't make that much of a difference. It was either suffer while being far away from you, or suffer while getting to hold you close.

Tom will always pick the latter.

"Hi, my love," he hummed, arms wrapping around you from behind as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Hey, handsome," you giggled, squeezing his forearm before continuing to chop up the broccoli. "I can change if you want."

Tom scrunched up his face. "You heard?"

"You guys aren't exactly the quietest bunch."

"We could say the exact same to the both of you!"

"Touché!" you called out with a laugh. "Although, we have been pretty quiet lately."

"Oh it's so peaceful," Harry let out a fake sob. "I'm going to miss the peace and quiet once November is over."

"Well, quiet for you lot downstairs," Harrison complained. "I hear Tom cry every night because his dick is too hard and he can't do anything about it."

"Stop fucking lying, Harrison!"

"Is he though?" you asked, nose scrunching.

Tom rolled his eyes as he grumbled, "I don't cry, I complain."

"Right, because there's a difference."

Tom shook his head, but didn't bother arguing as he nuzzled his face into your neck, fingers playing with the hem of the hoodie. "You know, it should be a crime how you always look so good in my clothes. Like, fuck me, please."

"Shut up," you laughed.

"But no, there's no need to change," he hummed, planting a few kisses on your warm skin and then your cheek. "It's my job to get my mind out of the gutter, my job to control the urges, my job not to give into the temptation. Never yours."

"Preach it, Pastor Tom."

The way his whole body immediately ran cold at that, it was award-winning. It was quick, how turned off he immediately got.

"Please," Tom started with a sharp intake of breath. "Do not call me that, ever again, I am begging you."

"What? With how you're acting lately," you trailed off, grin turning wider. "You need Jesus!"

"Darling!" Tom groaned.

You laughed, "Did it work?"

"Yup," he sighed, eyes dropping to his crotch. "It's fully deflated now. I think it even shrunk in."

You laughed at that, patting him right on top of the head. "You last another day, Holland."

"Thank you, baby," he cooed sarcastically.

"Oh no, don't thank me," you hummed, pointing at the ceiling, eyes following suit. "Thank the Lord."

"I hate you so much," he grumbled, pulling away completely and making his way out the kitchen.

"What? You'd prefer me to douse you in holy water instead?" you called out, your laugh still bouncing off the walls.

"The number you have dialled has already disconnected!"

"But Tom, I wanted a kiss!"

That stopped him in his tracks, a smile tugging at his lips which he quickly wiped off as he turned and walked back to you.

"Not until you promise me no more Jesus jokes," he said, pointing an accusing finger.

"Amen," you said, trying your hardest to keep a straight face but laughing only a second later when he grabbed a chopped carrot and threw it at you. "Wasting food is a sin, Tom!"

He grabbed the ladle from the pot, aiming a full scoop of mashed potatoes right at you. "I swear if you don't cut that out—"

"Okay! Okay," you snorted, hands up as you slowly walked towards him, putting the ladle back before wrapping your arms around his neck. "No more, I promise."

With a sigh, Tom circled his arms around you and gave you the kiss you asked for.

"You are so lucky I love you."

"Hmm, I love you, too."

•••

Tom's heart stopped, beating again but at twice its normal pace. But all it did was pump the blood straight down as he walked into your shared bedroom.

At first glance, the sight was innocent, you laying on your stomach, feet in the air as you flicked through the pages of your book.

But not only were you wearing his hoodie again, it was hiked up just enough for Tom to get a clear view of your red, lacy underwear.

"Darling, I don't normally ask you this," he started, voice low and rough as he stayed frozen on his spot by the door. "But I really need you to put some pants on."

"Oh, sorry," you said, not sounding apologetic at all as you scrambled off the bed. With your back turned to him, your book suddenly 'fell' off your hands. "Oops," you gasped, making a show of bending over to pick it up.

One glance was all it took.

Tom was behind you in seconds, abruptly pulling you upright. He turned you around to face him, his grip tightening on your waist as he pressed you against the nearest wall.

And if the devilish smile you wore was anything to go by, you knew exactly what you were doing.

"Who's putting you up to this?" he grumbled, trying his best to keep his hands still and not let them wander, especially under the hoodie you were wearing. He'd be gone if he did as much as feel a sliver of your skin.

"No one," you hummed, a grin appearing on your lips as you shrugged. "Well, me."

His brow quirked up. "Why?"

"Because I'm really, really horny," you admitted unashamedly. "But I guess I'll have to take care of that myself, alone, in the shower."

Tom let out a harsh breath through his nose as he screwed his eyes shut. "You're having your fun with this, too, huh?"

"I am," you giggled, fingers taking home in the mesh of his curls. "Mainly because I love seeing you all riled up. I mean, you're so hot when you're angry. But then angry you leads to sex that is just whew."

His glare was sharp with warning as he met your eyes again. "Sweetheart—"

"Don't lose, though," you hummed, nails lightly scratching at his scalp, making a shiver run down his whole body. "I mean imagine the fun we'll have if you get to win this. Just the two of us in Mykonos, me in your favourite bikinis, salt water on my skin, under the sun, rubbing sunscreen—"

"You are not helping," he groaned, head dropping to place a kiss on the juncture where your neck and jaw meet. "But thanks for the motivation, love."

"Anytime, pretty boy."

You escaped his hold before he could even say a word, a skip in your step as you made your way to the en suite bathroom.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face with a deep sigh, "Might as well start praying to contain myself."

You laughed heartily at that, shooting him a wink over your shoulder, a blow of a kiss before you disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

Absolute fucking tease.

Tom knew he needed to get out before he could even hear you start to get...busy.

So he grabbed a spare towel in the closet and made his way downstairs, thankful that there was more than one bathroom in this place. He really needed a cold shower to calm himself down a bit.

But when he got there, Harrison was waiting by the door, the water already running inside.

"Harry in there?" Tom asked the blonde lad, turning back to the white-painted wood when he got the confirmation. "Mate, what are you doing?"

"I'm showering, piss off!"

Tom grinned. "Are you sure you're not losing?"

"I swear on my dick I'm not! I'll cut it off myself if I'm lying!"

"Damn," Tom blew out his cheeks, eyes wide with amusement before he turned to the blonde lad. "What happened?"

"The Notebook," Harrison said, chuckling.

"Ah." Tom nodded, remembering certain scenes that the movie had. "So it's a cold shower then."

Harrison laughed, nodding. It was only then did Tom notice he had a towel in hand, face unusually flushed.

"What's up with you?" he asked.

"She posted a picture, pool party with some friends," Harrison grumbled, as if it pained him to say it out loud.

Tom rolled his eyes. "You guys have it so fucking easy yet here you are."

"It's my favourite bikini on her, leave me alone," he argued, before his eyes narrowed. "Wait, don't you have your own shower?"

Tom shrugged. "She's busy."

"Oh," Harrison said, a few seconds passing before his eyes widened as he looked at Tom. "Oh."

"Yup," he sighed, doing his best not to close his eyes to the picture of you in the shower doing things he should be doing to you. He wouldn't dare bless his imagination. Not unless he wanted to get pushed past his sanity.

"You're right, we do have it easy," Harrison chuckled, patting his shoulder sympathetically.

"You guys are such horny losers," Tuwaine's laugh boomed across the hall as he walked by them.

He was about to retort when he suddenly heard your voice.

"Tom? Your turn," you said as you appeared down the stairs, wearing the same hoodie but sporting some sweatpants this time. Smirking, you added, "I put it on extra cold."

"How considerate. Even if you caused the problem in the first place." he scoffed, rolling his eyes, planting a soft kiss on your lips before he made his way back to your shared bedroom.

•••

Tom should've known.

Especially when he knew just how much of an absolute devil you got once you start your little game. You never shied away from pushing him to the brink when you so obviously wanted something specific from him.

He should've seen it coming from miles away.

The deep hiss he let out echoed in the bathroom when he stepped under the cold water, yet the relief he felt only lasted for a second.

Because when he looked up, he was eye to eye with your stark red bra and matching lace underwear, hanging prettily on the showerhead.

The cold water didn't work so well anymore.

"Y/N!"

"What?" You appeared in the bathroom a few moments later, smiling innocently.

Tom glared, lifting his fingers to show you the lingerie you not-so-accidentally hung just above his head. It was as close as dangling warm, red meat in front of a starving beast.

"You little minx."

"Oh hello, haven't seen him in a while," you giggled as you so blatantly stared between his legs, licking your lips slowly as your eyes trailed over the rest of his naked body.

"You're fucking me with your eyes," Tom stated, yet by no means did anything to cover up. It's not like you haven't seen it countless times before. Besides, he loved the attention, he always did when it came to you. Whether he'd admit that now, though, was the question.

"Oh you bet I am. I mean, can you blame me?" you admitted unashamedly, sauntering over to him. He sucked in a sharp breath when your hands landed on his biceps, squeezing and then moving up his shoulder. He held it in, his lungs be damned as your fingers started to trail down his abs. "I've got such a gorgeous boyfriend."

Before you could move past below his V-line, Tom immediately caught your wrist, grip firm as a warning, but not enough for it to hurt. His free hand came up, pinching your chin between his fingers as held you in place. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, stance commanding, dominating, as he spoke in a tone that he only ever used whenever you were being a brat.

"Out, sweetheart."

You grinned that devilish smile of yours, kissed his thumb, and purred,

"Yes, sir."

You were out of the bathroom before Tom could even do as much as take a breath.

He looked up at the ceiling, a sound mixed between a sob and a laugh escaping him as he said,

"Lord Jesus Christ, help me."

•••

You stirred awake at the faint sound of an alarm going off.

It was quickly stopped, though, silence ringing in the air but for only a moment before the soft rustling of the sheets bounced off the bedroom walls.

Yet what made your eyes flutter open was the feeling of that familiar mess of curls tickling the flesh on your inner thighs, followed by those warm lips you adore brushing against your skin, leaving soft yet praising kisses on its wake.

You giggled, blinking away the remnants of sleep before your gaze settled on the man below you. His handsome face sported that charming smile, illuminated by a soft orange glow coming from his bedside lamp.

It was like clockwork, Tom waking you up at midnight during your birthday to give you your first gift in a form of praise, love and affection, giving and showing them to you in more ways than not.

"There's the birthday girl," he hummed lowly, hands running along your thighs, his lips following its path.

"Come here," you whispered, threading your fingers through his hair lovingly.

Tom smiled, slowly kissing up your leg, placing one on your hip before moving towards your clothed stomach, blowing a raspberry to earn a laugh. He continued his way up to the valley between your breast, up and up, until he gently nipped at your collarbone, humming to himself once he reached the warmth of your neck.

He stayed there for a moment, your head tilting instinctively so he could litter your skin with open mouth kisses with ease.

Once Tom was satisfied, his lips found your jaw then, kisses given to your left cheek, moving across your face to stop at the tip of your nose, kissing it twice before he trailed over to the other cheek. Heaps of giggles rumbled out of you as he kissed your eyelids, then your forehead before moving across your crown.

Your gazes locked once he pulled away slightly, forearms resting on either side of your head, his smile brighter than the moonlight that seeped through the bedroom window.

"Happy Birthday, my darling love," he whispered.

"Thank you," you hummed, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

It escalated quicker than you'd anticipated it to.

Then again, it's been a common thing to happen nowadays.

Next thing you knew, Tom was groaning against you, tongue prying your lips open before licking into your mouth as his body nudged your legs apart, settling in between them. His hands were deliberate yet loving as they grabbed at every part of you—hips, thighs, waist, chest, earning whispered moans with each tender squeeze.

Then, his hips moved on their own accord, a deep growl pulling him off your lips. He nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing fervently before slowly starting to nip at the skin.

"Tom, wait," you gasped, cupping his face and gently prying him off of you. Both chests heaving, you looked into his darkened eyes, smiling at him sympathetically. "We can't remember?"

"Fuck," he groaned, reluctantly pulling away and plopping back on his side of the bed, forearm draped over his eyes. With a pout, he turned to you. "You're not part of it though so you can still get off."

"I wouldn't want you to do that," you said in pure honesty. It just seemed far too mean to be taking the pleasure he'd give you when he'd be suffering while doing so. You shifted in bed, kissing his bare shoulder before you rested your head on his chest. "Wouldn't want to torture you on my birthday."

"You let me have the best birthday sex ever this year and I can't even return the favour," he sighed, the frustration and disappointment prominent in his voice.

You had surprised him with a new pair of much more risqué lingerie and a little private show. It was safe to say it was one of the best nights of his life, because it sure was one of the best sex you'd ever had. You absolutely had no clue how you'd be able to top it next year.

"It's okay," you hummed sincerely, kissing up his jaw before meeting his gaze. "December has plenty of free days."

Tom looked at you for a moment, and you could practically see it in his eyes, the way the gears in his head were turning. It was almost as if he was weighing all the pros and cons of his upcoming decision, whatever that may be.

You weren't given a chance to ask about it when he spoke.

"You know what, fuck it," he scoffed, lips finding yours again with a soft groan, pushing you back into the mattress as he returned to settling between your legs. Trailing down your jaw then to your neck, he murmured, "You and your pleasure are far more important to me than some stupid bet."

"But I really would love to go to Mykonos," you teased with a giggle, a sound replaced by a whimper when Tom started sucking on your sweet spots, surely leaving a mark.

"Then I'll easily take you there on my own, sweetheart," he cockily said, sitting back on his knees. "Part two of your gift. But for now..." he trailed off, smirking, hands finding their way under your shirt, fingers hooking on your underwear.

"My girl deserves to get dicked down on her birthday."

"Tom!" you laughed.

You both jumped at the sudden ruckus outside your door.

"Woohoo!" Tuwaine hollered.

"Mykonos, here we come!" Harry cheered, followed by Harrison's boisterous laugh.

Tom's whole body slumped right on top of you with an annoyed groan.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!" all of them chorused.

You laughed, "Thank you!"

"Nah," Tuwaine chuckled. "Thank you for the free holiday!"

"You're welcome?" you snorted, shaking your head. "I guess?"

Lifting his head up, Tom shouted back, "I suggest you three leave the house while we haven't started yet!"

"It's fucking midnight!"

"Deez nuts busting, they're not caring!"

A chorus of groans echoed behind the door, followed by an onset of boos that had you plopping back in bed with a hearty laugh.

"That alone is enough to make me leave," Tuwaine grumbled.

"Come on, T, let's crash at mum and dad's," Harry said, words quickly followed by their footsteps growing further.

"Right," Harrison sighed, and you could almost see his grimace through the door at the realisation that his room was right next to yours. "Definitely staying with Grace tonight."

Tom chuckled, "You'll be the next to lose then Harrison!"

He didn't get a response, only an echo of silence as the boys went to wherever it was they planned to escape for the night to avoid trauma.

"That was so bad," you snorted. "See what I mean about true love?"

"Sorry, sorry," he hummed, warm hands kneading your bare thighs as he pecked your lips, eyes meeting yours, he wiggled his brows. "Now, where were we?"

You tilted your head at him innocently. "Me getting dicked down?"

"You better be ready," Tom chuckled darkly, smirk widening as he gently pushed your legs apart a little wider.

You bit your lip. "Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm, because for the whole day, a 24-hour time limit?" Tom licked his lips as he eyes trailed hungrily over you, the heat in your belly bursting into a flame as he said, "Let's try and see if you can come as many times as the years you've been on this earth."

Oh you were in for a long birthday ahead.

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etoileholland · 1 year

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You should consider putting your requests in the tags so that more people see it! For my request, how do you feel about some domestic slow dancing in the kitchen to soften the reader after a disagreement or hard day? Thank you!

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Lover

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

“How was your—”. Tom had asked when he heard you come in through the door, but before he could finish his sentence, he heard a loud thud from your bag hitting the hardwood floor, followed by a long sigh. He paid close attention to the sound of your feet shuffling across the floor, and noted when he heard you flop onto the couch.

“Was your day that bad?” He inquired. His question needed no response when all you could do was grab a pillow, hold it to your face and scream into it.

“This may have been the worst day of my life.” Your face was still pressed to the pillow, making your response muffled. You felt the pillow being removed from your face, and watched Tom place it to the side of you. He was silent, but looked at you with empathetic eyes.

“I was late to work because I narrowly missed the tube, and then ended up getting off on the wrong stop, so I had to run 10 blocks to my job.” Your response was hurried, and you had to inhale a sharp breath before continuing. “And then when I got to work, the annoying coworker from upstairs told me that I had a stain on my pants, and at first I didn’t believe him, you know? But then sure as shit, there was a blue stain on the back of my pants, and I have no idea where it came from.” You sighed. “I don’t even want to think about what it could be. And then my boss yelled at me for being late, and I almost burst into tears right in front of him.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes, and you looked up to the sky in hopes that it would stop the tears from producing. Tom, not wanting to interrupt, placed his hand on top of your knee.

“But the story gets even worse.” You added with a sharp tone. “I forgot to bring lunch, so I ran across the street to this kabob place, only to find out that my card declined for literally no good reason. I know there’s money in the bank but my card was acting up so bad, and I didn’t have enough cash to pay for it.” By now, the tears were falling down your face, but you continued on with your story. “So I ended up holding up the line until this nice lady paid for my food, and she gave me such a pitiful look.” You tilted your head downwards, letting the tears fall. The sniffles from crying were becoming frequent, and you knew that if you were to try to talk again, you would become a blubbering mess. Luckily, your day was okay after that point, but the events that occurred made you feel embarrassed.

Tom waited to make sure that you were done talking, and after a minute of waiting, he leaned forward and wrapped you in a long hug. He burrowed his head in your neck, and held you so tight that you were convinced that if he were to let go, you’d crumble. He held you as you sobbed, and rubbed soft circles on your back. “It’s okay love, I’ll always be here to console you after a rough day.”

His kind words made you cry harder, and you knew that what he said was true. Tom always listened to you when you’d come home after a hard day at work, and you were eternally grateful for him and his seemingly endless patience and kindness.

“I don’t deserve you.” You whispered.

“You do.” He whispered back. “You deserve all the kindness in the world.”

As the minutes spent in Tom’s arms passed, you were feeling better. When you were calm, you pulled apart from Tom’s embrace and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you so much.” You said softly.

“I love you so much more.” He answered, not missing a beat.

“I bet I look a mess now, with my eyes all red and puffy.” You chuckled while cracking a smile.

“You still look beautiful, but I will admit the snot bubble coming out of your nose is not a cute look.”

You playfully smacked Tom on the arm and broke out into laughter. “Rude!” You jokingly exclaimed.

“What?” Tom questioned in a playful voice. “It’s true.” He knew that the best way for you to feel better was to poke fun at you, which proved to be successful yet again.

“I’ll go get cleaned up.” You stated as you left the couch and padded towards your shared bathroom.

“Sounds good, I’ll prepare dinner in the meantime.” Tom answered.

—

Tom’s love language was acts of kindness, which is why he always insisted on making dinner every night. He wasn’t the best chef, but it was the thought that counts.

Tonight was breakfast for dinner night, and since it only took a few minutes to prepare an omelette and pain perdu, he waited until you arrived to start cooking.

You loved watching Tom cook, so you quickly washed your face and made your way into the kitchen. Taking a seat on the countertop, you smiled at how serious he looked while cooking. His arm muscles flexed subtly as he whipped the egg mixture and dipped the bread into it, before placing the bread in the hot pan.

You really couldn’t have asked for a better person.

“It’s rude to stare.” Tom joked.

“Well I can’t help it when you look like that.” You remarked with a smirk. Tom’s mouth curled into a smile, and he leaned over to give you a soft yet quick kiss on the lips before resuming the cooking.

He always played music while he cooked or did chores, which was something you also did. He usually played one of his many playlists, but today he chose a playlist that has soft, romantic music.

A song you quickly recognized began to play, and your face softened. It was Lover by Taylor Swift—which is arguably one of the most romantic songs in our contemporary era. The beginning chords played, and you began to unconsciously sway to the music.

Tom, noticing your movement, turned off the stove and held his hand out to you. “Shall we dance, darling?” He inquired with a smile, and you grabbed his hand as he led you away from the stove. He placed his left hand on the small of your back, and held your right arm extended outward.

As the song played, you both swayed to the melody and waltzed around the kitchen. Tom held you close, his forehead resting against yours. He was so close you could feel his eyes fluttering closed, and his lips ghosted yours.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close?

Tom tilted his head to kiss your lips, his touch soft and tender. He was such a gentle lover, and his affection was always so thoughtful. “You’re my lover.” He whispered to you, making you feel incredibly special.

“You’re my lover too, forever and ever.” You whispered back, breaking out into a giddy grin. “Thank you for always being there for me.” You leaned back just enough to see his face, and noticed how his gaze never left yours.

“I’ll be there for you, as long as you’ll have me.”

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alltoowelltom · 1 year

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hot chocolate

dad!tom x reader

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"You guys grab us a table and I'll order?" you suggest to Tom who nods and scoops Miles out or your arms. The two of them settle in a small booth hidden away in the corner near a window.

As you approach with a coffee, a tea and a small, very milky hot chocolate your heart squeezes at the sight of Tom with his son standing in his lap, both pulling faces at the poor passersby on the street.

"Stop terrorizing those people," you scold playfully as you place the cups down on the table and slide in across from your boys. "It's not very festive for the season."

Tom nods in playful apology.

"Thanks for the tea, love." He frowns, re-counting the cups on the table. "Is this one for Miles?"

"Yeah, I thought he might like his first taste of hot chocolate. Plus I didn't want him to freeze in this weather."

"Are you sure he's old enough? I don't want him to burn his tongue." Tom worries. "And it's very sugary, isn't it?"

"I asked them to make it with milk, and we'll just brush his teeth as soon as we get home." You say, picking up the teaspoon that came with Tom's tea and stirring Miles' hot chocolate to cool it down. You test one spoonful yourself and satisfied it's not too hot anymore you slide it across the table, catching Miles' attention.

"Do you want to try it, baby?" you ask.

He blinks at it, unsure until he notices how similar it looks to his dad's drink. Smart boy.

He nods, scooting as close to the table as he can in Tom's grip. You scoop up another spoonful, holding it out and tipping it into Miles' mouth. He smiles immediately at the taste, droplets spilling out. Tom uses the edge of his own T-shirt to wipe his son's face neatly.

"Is it good, mate?" He asks, chuckling along with you as Miles nods, slapping his tiny hands on the table happily and opening his mouth for another taste.

"I told you he'd love it," you laugh, spooning more into his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah." Tom rolls his eyes, creases at the corners giving him away. "You're queen of the universe, you know everything, we should all listen to you always."

"Precisely." you smile, bringing the spoon to Miles' mouth again. He coughs, startling you and Tom as he splutters.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you both lean in, worry creasing your features.

Miles sticks his tongue out, scrunching up his face.

"Oh shit," you laugh. "I accidentally gave Miles his first taste of coffee."

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out of time | t. holland

moving from london to new york, tom misses a lot about home. late nights laughing and sharing with his friends and family, but mostly you. a year later, you visit him for a few days and see what he's been up to. as you go around the city, he takes photos of you to remember the time you're spending together. you both pick up from where you left off yet at the same time, you have to figure out what's going to happen after vacation is over. it's as if your relationship is running out of time.

PAIRING : photographer!tom & bestfriend!fem!reader

GENRE : friends (with benefits) to lovers, childhood friends, pwp

WARNINGS : smut 18+ only!, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral (m + f receiving), exhibitionism (dressing room, car & bathroom), fingering, switch!tom + dom!reader, squirting, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, size kink, spanking, spitting & rough sex

WORD COUNT : 8.8k

A/N : if im being honest, felt so weird basing a fic with mostly smut/intimate moments but i hope its not too much (?) lmao but i sort of have a hard time writing these kind of fics because i dont want it all to be smut. i still had fun writing it obviously but i have so many other wips that i cant wait to share!!! thank u for the love and support always for my work! hope i get to write way more during this summer

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The sun was barely over the horizon as Tom stretched his arms over his head. He twisted his back, cracking the aches, and rubbed the back of his neck with his smooth palm. It was a peaceful time in the first hours of the day with no traffic passing by and the birds chirping in the trees below his view.

Just as he extended his arms above his head again, your two arms wrapped around his waist. Tom smiled to himself, looking down at your hands as they ran across his skin and grazing your nails against his torso. Your knees sank into the bed when you leaned in behind him, kissing his bare shoulder before playfully biting his lobe.

“Good morning.” You smiled, your arms still around him and running your hands over his toned chest.

“Mornin’.” He lazily chuckled.

Your lips brushed his ear, “Have anything planned today?” You asked him.

“Hmm, nothing specific in mind.” He answered, leaning his head back as your hands continued to slowly move over his body, “Do you?”

You giggled, “What about seeing how many times I can cum for you?” You grinned as your right behind slid under the band of his boxers. His cock was semi-hard, but you wrapped your hand around his base and glided your thumb over his tip.

Tom didn’t expect your gesture, but smirked anyways before pulling away to turn around to you. You wore his white t-shirt from the day before, seeing how perky your nipples were through the fabric from the low sunlight coming in.

He placed his hands on the small of your back before wrapping his mouth on your clothed left nipple. The fabric became wet as he pressed his tongue on the barrier, teasing you as his hand caressed your right breast. You arched your neck back with a smirk painted on your lips, letting out a faint moan as his hand slip under your thin shirt. You loved how tender his touch was– realizing how much you missed it compared to other guys you hooked up in London.

It had been a few hours since you landed in New York and you were relieved when meeting the arms of your best-friend, Tom. After receiving a job as a photographer for a local skateboarding brand, you could only contact him through the phone. Constant, but long facetime calls where it was your late afternoon and his early morning, talking about your days and what your plans were, even flirting about the few desperate photos either of you sent the nights prior.

Tom missed you, but mostly your relationship. Before he left, you two started from a playful friendship and turned into platonic sex every other day. You grew up together and shared the same school friends, but there was something you found in one another throughout all those years. Just like yourselves, your relationship matured as you were finishing your year 13 at each of your schools.

The first time was confusing, wondering if you would be speaking to one another as you buttoned your white, school uniform top. Tom pondered the same as he fixed his tie, trying to find his jacket with his school’s emblem on the chest.

Accidentally, you both grabbed the wrong ones off the floor and chuckled as you switched them. You would turn back to look at the mess of sheets on your bed, hoping that your mom wouldn’t come home early.

“So, your graduation party is next week right?” He asked, gulping.

“Yeah… are you gonna be there?” You asked.

He smiled, “Of course. I was just making sure. I wouldn’t miss it.”

At the time, you thought he was lying, but unlike your doubts– Tom always showed up. There was never any awkwardness or fears of rejection when your friendship took an intimate turn.

That whole summer was being able to explore what you two liked, what you were comfortable with, and even surprising yourself a few times with what you tried. All of it was exciting and nice until university came up. You’d be leaving this little relationship and only wonder what would happen.

Even though you were parted from time to time for four or five years, you always made it back to one another. Sometimes he’d visit you at university, sometimes you would come back home for holiday, and other times were during breaks and meeting each other at whatever destination you two chose.

You two would wonder if your friends knew since it became more and more obvious there was something between you, but you didn’t want them involved. It was easier to stay oblivious and make them wonder, continuing to stay in this little bubble where you neither of you had to explain what “this” was. Only because it just made so much sense.

Tom threw your shirt to the side, admiring your body as you laid back down on the bed. He straddled you, kissing between your breasts and up your neck before reconnecting his lips against yours. As you ran your fingers through his curls, the soft texture carding between them, you lightly bit his bottom lip. You started moving your weight to the left, signaling him to roll over which he did. Now on his back, you giggled because you liked to be the one in control.

As your hips ground, very slow and steady, Tom lowly groaned and suddenly smacked your ass hard. The tingle made you gasp and then giggle into his neck, feeling your hot breath against his skin. You quickly grazed your lips down his toned chest, leaving a trail of light yet wet kisses down his abdomen. Your hand ran over his cock through his tight boxers and felt how hard he was, aching and waiting for you to dip your hand back into his band.

“I bet you’re just wanting your cock in my mouth. Huh?” You teased.

Tom, red in his cheeks, chuckled leaning his head back, “Don’t tease me like this.”

“It’s fun to see you squirm.” You grinned as you hooked your fingers around his band, pulling his boxers down.

His dick sprung up once you lowered his underwear, seeing how red his tip and the pre-cum running down his slit. As you shifted your body down the bed, you were perfectly between his legs where he could lean his head up and watch you play with his cock.

Your thumb, once again, ran over his tip and used his cum as lubricate. Tom uttered a low groan, cursing under his breath as he admired the way you took your time. Painful as it was, your mouth gaping open as you watched your hand run up and down his cock made him sweat.

“God, I can’t wait to take this all in my mouth… if you're lucky, maybe you can fill me up.” You whispered.

He loved dirty talk. Easily withering into an absolute mess over how seductive words left your pretty mouth. Some mornings when he was alone, his hand would slip into his shorts and palm himself, thinking about the way you spoke to him when you were fucking. Leaving him letting out light moans and panting between your memorized commands and begging.

As your mouth wrapped around his tip, your left hand pumped what wasn’t in your mouth while the other ran up his lower abdomen. Tom didn’t know what to grab, instead putting his hands behind his head and trying not to intervene with the pleasure you were giving to him. Your drool slide down his shaft, and he bit his tongue as he listened to you gag and gurgle with his cock in your mouth.

His hips barely bucked, already needy to cum down your throat. You slowly removed your lips from his dick and continued to pump his shaft to catch your breath. There was the taste of his sweet cum on your tongue, making you giggle when you sat back up. As much as you could keep teasing him, you knew there was enough times in the day to do as you pleased so this would be quick.

Tom quickly lifted up, his head tilted up at you as you took off your panties. You tossed them to the side, unknowingly falling on top of your t-shirt on the floor. You straddled Tom, one around wrapped around his neck and the other guiding his cock to your slit. You rubbed his wet tip a few times before slowly letting him enter your pussy and he let out a deep grunt.

“Fuck… so fucking warm and tight. Fucking Christ.” He whimpered.

It had been months without each other's touch so, this felt like bliss. Exploring each others bodies like it was a new journey even though you’d kissed and fucked wherever you could think.

You couldn’t help but hiss, stilling yourself as you bottomed out on his cock. You felt your walls tense around his hard, clenching as your nails grazed his muscular back. He kissed your cheek then your lips, making sure you were comfortable before moving your hips.

You nodded, “I’m okay, fuck. I’m okay.” You huffed, spreading your legs further to shift your position, “I love your fucking cock inside me.”

As he moved your hips, guiding them as you lifted yourself up, your two moans combined and bounced off the walls of his apartment. Tom’s teeth lightly sunk into your neck and your hands met each side of his head. Your bodies moved in a fluid motion, hearing the slam of your skins as Tom pulled you down harder and faster.

Your eyes rolled back, a defeated moan leaving your throat as you leaned your head up to stare at the ceiling. The pleasure prickled along your body, like a strike of electricity when he pounded each time. Your pussy was warm around his cock, feeling like he could burst at any second. He smacked your ass again, grunting over your small moan from the sudden slap.

Neither of you wanted to cum, but it was tempting. Tom left a soft kiss against your lips, still inside you and his cock painfully throbbing. You ran your hands over his shoulders, gently grinding your hips again and took a deep breath to hold back your orgasm. Sharing a tender kiss, Tom lowered his head and couldn’t take the waiting. With both your eyes closed, grazing each others lips, you brushed your noses against one another’s as time frozen around you.

“Fucking cum inside me. Please… Fuck, I can’t take it any longer.” You gasped.

Tom’s hands caressed your breasts, wrapping his lips around your left hard nipple. His tongue flicked against it causing a soft whimper to leave your lips and you lifted up on his cock. Your cum dripped down his shaft, already leaving a mess between your cores and making your clit unbearably throb.

“Get on your back.” Tom commanded.

Your head was spinning, but you laid down as he wanted and your sweaty back stuck to the sheets. Spreading your legs, still inside of you, he pressed his hands into your sides and you wanted to put your legs back down to curl around him.

“Fucking keep them spread.” He muttered, already sinking his cock back into your cunt, “You fucking cum when I say to cum.”

You gripped the sheets by your sides, arching your back and your toes curled at the pleasure coiling inside your stomach. Tom dug his fingers into your hips, deeper and deeper, both of you aching and straining from letting go until your legs began to tremble.

“God, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum!” Your voice vibrated.

He nodded, “Fucking cum for me. Fuck!” Tom groaned as he rode out his high.

You jerked your hips a bit then stilling yourself while Tom slowly pulled out of your pussy. His cock was coated in your cum, watching his drip down your slit and onto the bed sheets. He slapped his tip a few times against your clit, teasing you before you leaned up and got on all fours to taste your cum along his dick. You smiled up at him, a twinkle in your eyes as you tasted your combined juices.

“Sweet, like always.” You giggled before kissing him again.

As you slipped off the bed, Tom gathered the bed sheets as you went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, watching you wait for the water to heat up and you pushed your hair out of your face.

The unlikely domestic that came after your constant hookups were always normal– well, it’s better compared to how awkward it used to feel when you weren’t even comfortable taking your shirts off in front of one another and keeping the lights off. You both figured that over time, it just felt okay to be this vulnerable and there was nothing embarrassing about it as if you were still young kids.

After Tom started the load of laundry, you were out of the shower with steam coming off your skin and the towel wrapped tightly around your body.

“I left it running for you.” You told him as you passed, going to his fridge to grab a water. You couldn’t help yourself looking over your shoulder, seeing he was still naked and the marks you left along his toned back.

“Oh, you’re too kind.” He chuckled, walking to the bathroom.

As he showered off, you started a pot of coffee and changed into a short, black sundress for the day. After Tom turned off the shower’s water then brushed his teeth as he walked around with his towel tight around his hips. You were laying on your stomach on his now-made bed with a map of New York spread out on the duvet.

“You know you can just look up places on your phone.” He muffled between brushing his teeth.

You hummed, “I want to have a clear path of what I want to actually see. Like, look. There’s an art museum next to a place where they make custom chewing gum.” You said in a cherry tone.

He chuckled, “You want your own personal chewing gum?”

“No… but, see how much more fun it is using an actual tour guide map.” You joked, using a pen to circle locations.

Tom walked to his dresser, shuffling through his clothes then going into his closet to find a top to wear for the hot morning. You hummed a random tune to yourself as your eyes searched around the map, glancing over at Tom’s backside once and a while. After slipping on fresh boxers and baggy jeans, he pulled a dark-navy t-shirt over his head. The graphic tee slowly covered the scratches and fresh scars left on his back by your sharp nails.

“I wanna go to the Empire State Building… unless it’s overrated and crowded like movies make it seem.” You trailed, rolling on your back.

The coffee pot was ready by the time Tom finished tying his shoes, so he headed back to the kitchen to pour two mugs of fresh brew.

“Actually, It’s not. I mean, there is a lot of people most of the time but, they get a little sick from how high it is. It’s a great place to take pictures too.” He grinned as he poured coffee into his favorite Star Wars mug with R2D2 on both sides.

“Ah, I can be like your model for the day.” You giggled, rolling on your back and sitting up on his bed. Tom sat next to you, carefully giving you the other Star Wars themed mug. You glanced at the side, “I remember when we got these.”

“Yeah, we took that awful bus ride to Reading.” He hissed, “Nevertheless, we found the coolest Star Wars collectable store.” He smiled as he reminisced on the memory.

You giggled, “Oh my God, and then that little pub we went to. Those Irish car bombs were so good.”

Although you thought back on the long night of drinking, Tom remembered how wild you were. It wasn’t like any other of the times you’d been together, but there was a fearlessness to your personality he’d never seen before and it made him fall a bit harder for you. The way you leaned your head out the cab window on the way to the motel for the night, smelling the fresh breeze run through the cab as you opened the window wider.

If Tom could back to any night, that one was special. He would get to fall for you all over again.

After the two of you finished getting dressed, you went downstairs and exited through the lobby of Tom’s apartment. As always, he had his camera around his neck and a black fanny pack across his chest that was filled with his essentials.

You sported a nice canvas tote on your side, bringing a blanket in case you two stopped at the park. The weather was perfect, the sidewalks weren’t too busy, and it was like the day was meant for you.

On the way to the Empire State Building, there was a small cafe that caught your eye. The neon sign blinked in bright blue and pink with treats displayed in the front window. You and Tom strolled inside, merging into the short line to the cash register and decided what you wanted to snack on. As you pointed to the menu, muttering the sweets that stuck out, you playfully nudged your head against Tom’s.

“I think I’m gonna get a chocolate croissant… and a strawberry iced donut.” You trailed, your words so close to his ear in the noisy cafe.

“Sounds good to me. As long as it tastes extra sweet.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, not adding to that comment. At least not in public.

After ordering, you waited a few minutes at the small bench by the door before Tom’s name was called out. He walked over, collected the five brown-bagged treats as well as his small cup of coffee. You were giddy, so antsy to eat because of the insanely sugary smell roaming in the room.

“Thank you.” You giggled, taking your chocolate croissant from him. Immediately, you took a bite into it and moaned a bit from the instant sweetness hitting your tongue. You took another bite even if it looked like you weren’t trying to pace yourself.

Before Tom could take a bite of his treat, he chuckled at you and the smidge of chocolate on your lip.

“You’re a real mess, you know that.” He jeered.

Expecting a witty comment, instead you casually wrapped your lips around his fingers, loving the taste the sweet chocolate. Tom watched in awe as his index finger stayed in your mouth, stroking your tongue between them before you pulled your lips away.

All he could think was, “Fucking tease.”

“So much sweeter than I thought.” You giggled before taking another bite of your croissant, “Definitely, that extra sweetness you were wanting.” You continued to poke fun at him.

♡ ♡ ♡

When arriving at the Empire State Building, you wanted to explore as much as you could. You were surprised at how there was a full history within the main first floor, with the dark granite lining the walls and floors and the high ceilings. Tourists, just like yourself, were browsing around, but you and Tom headed to the elevator to go a few floors up.

Once the elevator doors opened, there was a view of the city behind huge glass windows. With the sun up in the sky, the warm light shined on all the buildings that seemed so tall when you were on the sidewalks all those floors below you.

Unknowingly, Tom took photos of you from behind your view. You were completely mesmerized by the city, and weren’t sure how to take it in. It almost seemed like a place you could see yourself staying— maybe even with Tom. You could barely see people when you looked all the way down, but Tom continuously snapped photos before you turned around to his lens.

With a shy smile, you still beamed it at him and he chuckled. He looked through the lens at your beautiful face, the sun hitting perfectly behind you as if it was a paid background. You posed a few times, trying to be dramatic and you both shared giggles.

“How do you live here and not come to see this view all the time?” You asked him as the two of you stood in front of the glass windows.

He grinned, “I might more… it’s just more fun with you.”

What a dork.

You playfully pushed his shoulder, but he pulled at your wrist to bring you closer to him. Yes, there were moments you two appeared as a couple in the public, but it was never forced. It was easier in moments like this when it was just you two without your friends teasing you and asking questions. But, the question still came up as to how long would this be going on.

The two of you went back to the elevator, going to the top of the building where most people were taking pictures. Luckily, the wind was a low speed and the smell wasn’t completely awful.

Tom found the right lighting, adjusting the settings on his camera between capturing your moments. He kept smiling just as you were and seeing you cover your face when you couldn’t think of another post to do.

He never gave himself the credit for the art he could see, let alone you want to admit a picture of yourself is art, but he could already imagine these shots in black and white and hung up one of his own pieces. A piece he knew he was proud of.

“Am I looking okay?” You asked him, trying to see the photos.

“No, no, I don’t want you deleting them if you hate them.” He smiled as he pulled away the camera.

You pouted, “Fine, but I trust you.”

When you walked back over to the view of the city, Tom continued to smile at the photos he took and thought that he had never seen someone so naturally beautiful in a scene with so much other things going on. You were the focus out of a city of thousands of people.

After the Empire State visit, Tom took you to a few department stores to find some clothes. It was something on your list of things to-do, so you didn’t mind browsing around and able to ask Tom for his opinion on what you should buy for the summer weather.

Stumbling upon a thrift store, the selection was huge and gave you hope to find a few pieces. Once you grabbed a few items– a nice sweater, a cute dress, and a few skirts– the two of you made your way to the private dressing rooms toward the back of the store. There were only three rooms, and no where to sit outside of them so, you invited Tom inside (because it wasn’t like it was nothing he hadn’t seen).

You modeled for him, not minding the echoing of the camera clicking, his lens pointed at the mirror while you stared at your profile and how the clothes fit you.

Tom’s phone vibrated, making you take his camera and you pointed it at him for once during the day. He glanced at a text and you captured a photo of him looking perfectly down at his phone, loving the detail to his freckled nose bridge and small grin.

“Just got a text, my friend, Olson, invited me to a party tonight.” Tom trailed, “Want to go?” He asked, looking up at you with him sat down and you hovering over him with the camera still in your hands.

“Only if you make a funny face.”

Tom stuck his tongue out, his eyes a bit wide and you pressed the button.

“Perfect…” You giggled, admiring the photo and the light shade of brown in his eyes.

You sat next to him, running through the photos he had taken throughout the day and holding back your comments. It wasn’t that the pictures were bad, but you just cringed at your own image. Tom’s hand run up your leg, hiking the dress you were still trying on, but he slowly got on his knees in front of you.

He was now lowered, hiking the ends of the short dress toward you. You pointed the camera at the mirror where Tom’s back was blocking what was between your legs. Tom pushed his head further down and pressed and curled the tip of his tongue inside your slit.

Your fingers weaved through the top of his head as he continued, surprising him at how calm you were being so he tried to dig his tongue deeper. A giggle left your lips, your back arching against the wall and all your frustrations going into gripping his curls.

You hissed, biting your bottom lip to hold back your moans. There was some satisfaction into knowing how fearless he was to show you that you were each other's cravings.

♡ ♡ ♡

Standing in the full body mirror, you turned to the side to see the way this dress fit. It wasn’t the same dress from earlier, but you still bought that one to cherish the memory.

You didn’t want it to keep hiking up, but it was pretty cute when Tom kept staring at your legs while sat on his bed. You turned on your chunky heels, walking over to him and seeing his head tilt back the closer you got.

“How do I look?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders.

His hands ran up the back of your thighs, over your bum then rested on your lower back.

“Fucking amazing.” He chuckled. His hands moved down to squeeze your ass then run over your thighs again.

He leaned down, his head tilting to the side before leaving wet kisses along your inner thigh. You giggled at his neediness, “We don’t have time. We have to get a cab soon.” You pouted.

“I can be quick. You know that.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t get cocky now.”

Tom chuckled against your skin, leaving a small love bite but eventually pulled your dress back down. He didn’t want to give in just yet, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to bend you over right there like he had in the dressing room just to watch your face contort as his cock thrusted into your tight walls.

Your pussy ached from his teasing, wishing he could taste his own theory of being able to make you cum in seconds. Although you felt uncomfortable between your legs, barely able to stand, you knew he would cave in at some point of the night. It was always him and you loved it.

As you went downstairs, the two of you were arm in arm walking outside to catch a cab. Once one of many yellow cars stopped, Tom let you slide in first then shut the door once he was in too. Within the few seconds of the ride, his head kept running up and down your knee and sneaking up the end of your dress. You could have swatted his hand away, pleading that you didn’t want him to have his hands on you– that wasn’t the case in this moment.

Tom tested his limits. He moved his hand up more and you welcomed that by spreading your legs. With the barrier and sliding window between you two and the driver gave you more privacy, Tom seemed to be more adventurous. That damn smirk painted on his lips as his two fingers ran over your panties, feeling the wet spot where you cunt is. He circled them around your clit, watching your hand grip the door’s arm rest.

You blinked a few times, but his eventually pulled them to the side. You leaned back a bit, keeping an eye on the rearview mirror where the cab driver was keeping his eyes on the road. Trying to keep a straight face, Tom curled his two fingers inside you and moved against the spongy part deep inside your cunt. As he picked up the pace, you could hear your juices pumping in and out of your pussy as a tightness coiled in your lower belly.

“God…” You whispered, saying it under your breath.

Tom still looked forward, appearing like the two of you weren’t speaking, but he felt your climax coming from how your pussy clenched against his fingers. Your eyes squeezed together, jaw clenched tight as you held back every feeling to let go, but Tom quickly pulled his hand away.

You gave him side-eye, pouty from him taking his hand back, but you bit your lip at him placing the two same fingers inside his mouth. He sucked on them quickly, as if he was eating the last of a dessert, and smiled to himself when he tasted your sweetness.

Flustered and heated, you inhaled a shaky deep breath. You pulled the bottom of your dress back down, suddenly twitching at the overwhelming aching between your legs. You wish you could rub your clit right now, knowing you would only need to roll your fingers over it a few times. Nevertheless, you decided to put your frustration into getting back at Tom. Enough for him to regret.

♡ ♡ ♡

At the party, the two of you entered through the open door. The setting was a loft, low lighting and people wearing those cheap neon bracelets and necklaces. Tom immediately spotted some of his friends by the self-serving bar and he took your hand to guide you through the crowd.

“Hey mates, this is Y/N.” Tom introduced you, barely making out his own friends faces from how dark it was.

“Nice you meet you.” You said a bit loud so they could hear you.

“You’re one of Tom’s childhood friends, right? Tell us all the secrets.” One of his friends, Olson, teased. His dark brown curls were long, a bit grown out like Tom used to have.

“No secrets, he’s unapologetically himself. A bit serious.” You joked, feeling comfortable with his group.

Tom smiled at how you could just put yourself out there and get along with his friends here. He was weary about how you’d get along only because it was like his two worlds colliding, but he eventually wanted you to meet them— hoping they wouldn’t tell you anything about what he’s said about your “relationship”.

Just as any party went on, you and Tom were two drinks in and dancing to the loud music with everyone else. After straying from the fun and teasing conversations, you both found yourselves searching for a room to be more private in. Tom’s hands were on your waist as you tried to open the few doors until both of you saw someone walk out of the bathroom.

Quickly slipping in, you and Tom didn’t take it your time slowly. He pressed your back against the cool door, his hand fiddling to lock the door. You held his face as he propped you up on the granite counter.

His hands gently pushed apart your thighs, hiking up the end of your dress for him to see your lace panties. Your back comfortably rested against the mirror, your one hand running through his wild curls and harshly tug on them and the other pressed against the wall.

Tom left slow and wet kisses on your right inner thigh while one hand ran up and down your left thigh. Your clit was starting to tighten, clenching around nothing just from Tom’s teasing and you wanted to beg.

As he pressed his lips against your clothed slit, he felt how wet you still were. Tom slid his tongue up to get a taste of your cum which made him smirk between your legs. He couldn’t help but pull them to the side, so harshly that he ripped the seam. Tom spit on your throbbing pussy lips, leaning in and sucking your swollen clit then flicking his tongue between your slit.

You panted, pursing your lips as you watch him, “God, yes! Eat my fucking pussy like that, Tommy.”

Your words encouraged him, the pace of his tongue going faster and making your eyes roll back. He took his time with your clit and sucked with his lips fully around it. He loved watching your face contort as he flicked your bud with his tongue and your hips jolted, trying to buck against his tongue.

Just when you thought you could cum right there, he quickly pushed his two fingers inside your tight cunt. You moaned, caressing your own breasts as he curled them, but his pace was much faster than in the cab. He pumped them incredibly fast, feeling your pussy clenching around them and listening to your whiny moans to keep going.

His fingers went knuckle deep in your slit, trying to maintain his fast pace before Tom pulled them out and quickly rubbed your clit with the same fingers.

You groaned, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” You surrendered.

A burst of your wetness squirted from your pussy, running down the counter and your inner thighs. Your legs violently shook as Tom kept rubbing before pushing his face back in to taste your pussy and clit once more. He had to keep your legs apart with his hands because of how much they were shaking, still orgasming from how hard you came and his tongue back to work.

You caught your breath, sweat against your forehead and your throat sore from your heavy breathing. Tom came back up to your head, pressing your tongues together and tasting your cum. It was a slow kiss compared to the roughness you both got into, but you knew it was just a short break.

“You want to cum again? Huh, fucking slut gonna fucking cum for me.” He trailed against his lips.

You nodded, “Yes, make me cum again, Tommy.”

He was motivated just from your little nickname.

Tom took a step back, unbuckling his belt and quickly pulling down his jeans and boxers. His dick sprung right up, hitting his lower abdomen and you bit your lip at how full and thick his cock was. He pumped his hand a few times, coating his length in pre-cum before gliding his tip against your incredibly wet slit.

Your toes curled just at his teasing, painfully glaring as he continued to stroke his tip against your clit. You weren’t going to beg just yet, but you were at least on the verge of doing it if this lasted any longer.

Tom smiled at the neediness written across your face, your eyebrows furrowed and lip between your teeth. He stepped back toward you and spread your legs without warning, gliding his cock once more against your pussy.

You leaned your head back as his cock thrusted inside your tired, worn-out pussy. His length was so big, stretching your slit out as he stilled his hips. Tom licked his lips, watching him bottom out inside you and letting out a low groan once his lower body pressed against yours. That’s how close you were in that moment, oddly feeling so intimate in that moment.

He wasn’t slow this time. Tom slammed his cock back inside you, letting you feel every inch of him enter your tight walls. You could only grip on your chest, running your thumbs over your nipples which doubled the pleasure that was coursing throughout your body.

“Ah, your cock is so… so big. Can barely fit in my pussy.” You whimpered, as if you could take the upper hand at this point. You were a complete mess.

“I’ll make you cum this time. Only if you scream my name when you do. Huh?” He lowly chuckled against your ear, squeezing his hands on your hips to bring them closer to him.

Tom watched his cock pull out of your pussy, groaning at his whole length coated in your thick cum. With just the tip inside your slit, your left hand reached down to stroke him while your right hand still pulled at your nipple. You felt how slick his cock was, not surprised how bad you wanted him.

“Please, I need your cock, baby.” You trailed. Your eyes gazed into his, looking bigger and more desperate, making Tom move his hands down under your thighs and lifting your legs higher.

Your back slouched more, basically staring up at him as he put your legs over each of his shoulders. Your pussy lips were plump and hot, a string of your own cum running down to your asshole, but Tom collected it on the tip of his cock then teased your slit once more. Stroking his dick back and forth, your ankles by his ears, just before he slid back into you at a much slower pace.

You took every inch in, even twitching once he bottomed out. His thrusts were very rough, pushing his cock as much as he could and hitting your g-spot each time. Tom picked up a rhythm once he felt his dick twitching inside you, anticipating to cum deep inside you. Your skins slapped together each thrust, quicker and quicker, more deep than you think he could possibly go.

“Tommy, Tommy, Ah! I’m gonna cum.” You moaned over the muffled music, “Fuck, I wanna cum so bad, Tommy.”

Beads of sweat trailed down Tom’s temples, his eyes going back and forth from watching your face contort from your pleasure and your pussy. He grunted toward his high, but he suddenly stopped in his thrusts.

It confused you, but he quickly pushed your legs down before he pulled you closer to him by your lower back. Your ass shifted on the sink counter, basically on the edge, before Tom shifted his cock back into your tight slit. The closeness made a tingle go up your spine, with your chest against his and sharing a kiss between each time he bucked his hips.

You moaned against his lips, barely able to move them when he picked up his fast pace. You gasped a few times, your head dropping as your pussy clenched around his cock then quickly throwing your head back.

Neither of you could produce words to explain the euphoria coursing through your bodies, only pants between you two as you stood still and held each other. You left a soft kiss on his cheek before pulling away, Tom immediately pressing his forehead against yours to savor the moment. Your hand ran down his shoulder, running down his sweaty body and lightly scratching your nails down his abdomen.

Oddly in that moment, you could say you loved him. Not the “I love you” that would casually come out at when he did something to make you laugh, like an “I love you” that was more than words. You gulped from that feeling so you refrained from them leaving your lips, instead pulling away from him.

The two of you hadn’t had an intense moment like that in years, almost wondering if this was as good as it gets. Both of you didn’t want to doubt that either, but it was a lot that you didn’t speak for the few seconds it took you to get dressed again.

As Tom pulled his shirt back down, he glared at you examining your neck in the mirror. Darker shaded marks already formed compared to your skin tone, gulping and hoping no one would say anything or think differently of you when you walk back out.

“Are you okay?...I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” He asked, as if it was your first time again.

You smiled, glancing at him in the reflection before turning around, “No, no. Just rougher than usual, but I would have said if I didn’t like it.”

A shy chuckle left his smile, but he glanced back up at you, “You know I love you, right?”

What did he mean by that, you thought.

“I-I love you too…” You trailed, not even sure if you meant it the way he meant it.

You quickly walked away from him, and Tom’s confidence fell short in that instance. After opening the bathroom door, the next couple wanting their own privacy walked past Tom to go in. Tom, trailing right behind you,saw the party had only gotten bigger and his friends were still by the corner.

As you went toward the bar, Tom went back over to his friends and he wanted to flush away the embarrassment he was feeling in his face. He had only wondered if he did something wrong.

“Nice hair.” Olson commented.

Tom smiled, trying to run his hands over and through it.

“Mate, we were just talking about Paris and we don’t know if you’re in or not.” The other friend, Mark, brought up, his drink almost empty so he sipped the little bit left.

“Uh, not sure.”

“You need to make up your mind. Offer from the director guy still stands until next week. It’s a good paying gig for a few months, then you come back here and buy a less crapper place to bring your friend to.” Olson teased.

“I don’t really know if I can afford France right now. I have a lot going on.”

“Well, we think you should try. At least think about it and don’t shut it down. Besides, the girls already follow you on Instagram. They’ll be all over you if that’s the issue.” Mark joked.

“I don’t need a girl either…” Tom commented, then twisting his lips, “I think I’ll go. Paris wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” Tom, obviously flustered, trailed.

Unknowing to him, you were already behind him once the conversation got serious. You heard about France, you heart about models, you just heard the whole thing and Tom hadn’t even mentioned it. All you could do, without embarrassing him or yourself in front of his friends, is fake a smile.

So, this was it, you guessed.

♡ ♡ ♡

The walk home was silent. A bit too silent if you asked Tom. Maybe you were tired, or you were just getting homesick. One thing neither of you did, and what you desired the most, is to read each other’s minds, because in moments like this, it would be nothing but help.

Just as Tom was going to ask, after contemplating for a few minutes, about what was wrong, you finally just said—

“I didn’t know about Paris.”

Tom quickly turned his head to you, worried when you didn’t look back at him.

“Y/N, it’s undecided–”

“No, I heard you say that you were thinking about going…” You sighed, “You know I’m not mad about you going, but you… didn’t tell me?” You rhetorically spurted.

“I was going to, but we were having a nice time. I wanted you to have a good time. How was I supposed to just tell you I might up and move again when I want to be in one place.” Tom quickly retorted.

Both of you stopped walking, and you nodded, “You just tell me, Tom? I mean, I didn’t think that there was ever anything that we didn’ tell each other these days.”

Tom nodded, “It just didn’t cross my mind right now because we’re having fun. I’ve been looking forward to you coming for weeks now. I promise, we’ll talk about it later.” He pleaded, not wanting you to get the wrong idea.

“Later or never? I’m confused on what you want… what even are we? We’re acting like teenagers again and… How long can we keep up something like this. I tell you that ‘I love you’ and lately it’s getting so fucking hard to know what kind of love I feel for you. Like.. is it worth it to love you if what’s going on between us is temporary.”

Tears were lining Tom’s waterlines, “I think that too… I felt like I messed up things tonight and almost everyday.” He vented, “I love you too, and I don’t know what we are either, but I know I don’t want to let it go. Not right now or ever.”

“Then what do you want?” You desperately asked, the stress gnawing away on your insides.

Tom fell silent. It was like all the words in the world to describe his feelings had been erased from his mind. He was frustrated too, almost in disbelief that you didn’t think he was into you, but his silence was too much for you.

You gulped, “Let’s just go to bed.” You said before opening the lobby door.

Tom stood there for a few seconds, contemplating about what he had done (or even what hadn’t he done), but truthfully, he was exhausted. Tom wanted to assume it would be nothing in the morning, yet this felt like one of those fights you couldn’t come back from– he could only pray that night it was just a bad thought.

♡ ♡ ♡

Your eyes fluttered open to the dawn of the day. A low light peaked through before the bright sun was coming over the horizon, eerily feeling like it was the end of a dull rainy day. But, it wasn’t the predicted weather that made you sad but rather the thought of you and Tom losing your friendship.

He always told you beforehand when he was going somewhere, and now he didn’t even acknowledge the thought. You were in denial of the jealousy in your veins, coursing like a constant river that no dam could restrain.

Maybe he’s moving on, You thought. Words you didn’t want to say out loud.

It’s apart of the no relationship and sex spoken agreemen to not have feelings. But, this feeling was doing nothing than eating you up from the inside out, like something was prickling inside every body part.

A few seconds later, Tom was rolled over on the other side of the bed and staring at his front door across the room. He hated when you two fought which was rare, especially when it came to defining what you were. The only time there were any major arguments was during high school, when you were both juvenile and immature (at least you thought you had become more mature with time).

Complicated as it was, everything seemed to be fine until that news came up to you last night. What made him upset more was that he wanted to tell you at some time of you being here, but Tom also had his doubts that you would want to leave and move on. It was the feeling of not wanting to close a chapter when you know the end is coming to a book. There could have been a million ways of it ending, but this wasn’t one of the ideal ones.

“Y/N?” Tom asked in his groggy tone.

You refused to roll over, not wanting to give him any satisfaction. You wanted to be angry, but it was hard since you were never mad at him.

“Can we talk?” He asked again.

Caving to the possible consequences, you rolled over and saw his pretty face. A face you struggled to be mad at, but you almost lightened up at the sight of his bright brown eyes.

“Yes?” You replied.

“Last night… It was messy. I don’t want to be like this. I want things to be okay again.”

“You didn’t answer my question last night, so you made it pretty obvious how you feel about me, Tom. This whole thing is a fling and I feel in and over my head right now.” You truthfully told him.

Tom could have never pictured those words leaving your mouth, but obviously you had been feeling this way for a while which hurt him since you were up in his head about how he’s expressing his own doubts and feelings.

“So, then you didn’t think this was serious either? Like, this whole time I was stringing you around for sex?”

You sat up, “I’m not arguing with you right now, Tom. Frankly, I don’t even want to be with you right now.” You said out of spite.

“What? You give up like that? I’m trying to have a conversation–”

“No! You’re talking at me, and I’m confused and annoyed by all this. It’s like we don’t know each other anymore and it’s just sad.” You scoffed as you walked to your suitcase toward the couch, kneeling down and tossing your clothes in.

Tom sighed, “What are you doing?”

“I’m packing a few things. Sorry, I don’t want to be somewhere where I’m exactly feeling welcomed.”

“Why do you get the last say, huh? Where was all these emotions and talks any other time we talk?”

“Well it’s not like you were saying anything to me either.” You sneered back, “Maybe we… don’t know or understand each other like we used to.”

Tom stood in front of you, both of you with defensive positions and silence filling the room again.

“Yeah… Maybe we don’t anymore.” He replied.

And just like that, you left his apartment with no other notice as to where you’d head off to.

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It had been a week since you retreated from New York after the huge argument. After a grueling time at the airport, a mixture of crying and getting stuffed over snacks, you were eager to be on the plane.

At the same time, you hadn’t heard from Tom, and it took a toll on you more than you thought. Noticing the “Last seen” on your Instagram message to him, bothered by being the last person to text him in the messages– it was like he was suddenly a ghost.

You didn’t mope around that whole week either, trying to forget Tom once you piled your workload back on and stayed at your desk for hours to even think about him with a tired brain. Still, there was an emptiness you felt by not having to check your phone every other minute. TV shows and movies weren’t the same. Eating your favorite snacks didn’t taste the same. Even going on car rides and listening to music felt pointless. Everything was a bit gray and gloomy (like London weather).

Just as any other weekend went, you planned to watch a movie, regardless of how boring or corny it may be, and have a snack you picked up at the corner store. After getting your two favorite fluffy blankets from the closet, there was a few knocks on the front door. You thought it was the neighbor asking about their cat or a person trying to sell you something, but instead you were met with the face you least expected to see.

Tom turned with a small smile, “Hey…”

“H-Hi.” You nodded, thinking it was a dream.

“So, I know we haven’t spoken in a week, but I um- I didn’t like Paris.” He summarized.

You pressed your lips together, “Oh… sorry about that.”

“You know why I didn’t like it?” He asked, a bit jokingly.

You replied with another shy nod.

“Because I didn’t have someone who would make fun of the snooty French people there in a silly accent.” He chuckled, his hands in his pockets, “And… I didn’t have someone who wanted to go to those sites because they saw it in a book or a map and just thought about going there than just looking it up on their phone… I didn’t have you, Y/N.”

“Well, I think you’re being a bit dramatic.” You joked, “But, I did miss having some guy in my life that is always the life of the party and knows how to make me laugh without even saying anything.”

Tom hugged you tight, almost squeezing you too tight. He was more than happy to be with you again, just as you held him with your arms around his back and your head nuzzled by his head.

“I’m sorry I made you choose.” You sniffled.

“You didn’t… I had to make a choice and I want us to be… us. Together…” He trailed, pulling back to see your face. His thumb brushed over the tear hanging on your cheek bone, cupping your cheek before kissing you.

It was as if a new timer restarted on both your lives; one that wouldn’t need to stop.

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bitemetommy · 2 years

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TAN LINES | tsh (m)

pairing－ tom holland x female!reader

summary－ during a well-deserved vacation, you and tom can finally be alone and can’t keep your hands off each other. while you’ve never been adventurous, your rental house’s outdoor shower gives you two an idea.

tags－ established relationship, pure smut

contains－ unprotected sex, oral (m&f receiving), exhibitionism, dirty talk, degrading, praising kink

word count－2k

a/n－ first fic on this sideblog! + this is for anyone who has thirsted over tom in spain... cheers & requests/suggestions are open!

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Tom bit his tongue, his cheeks tinting a bright pink.

He chuckled, “You’re such a tease.”

“And that’s what makes this fun.” You jeered, leaning up to place a light kiss on the start of his jaw. Your hand moved across his light, soft skin, your fingers feeling how strong he was but, you could feel his hand guiding to your hip, trying to untie the thick string.

You cautiously grabbed his hand, moving it away and your lips left his skin.

“We can’t get caught out here, babe.” You warned, afraid someone could peak over the fence of your rental house, your unknown neighbors an ear-shot away.

“Isn’t that the fun part? Some stranger watching me finger your tight pussy, watching you till you cum...” Tom grinned, locking his lips to your neck and his teeth lightly bit against your sensitive skin.

You nervously chuckled, “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

Tom, still kissing your neck, “Worth it...” he said, feeling his devilish smirk.

With that said, you could see his hand reaching back to your bikini bottom string on your left hip. His fingers pulled the end until you felt the air against your skin, able to see the tan line compared to your newly bronzed skin.

His hand peeled back the side left side of your bikini, Tom leaning down to kiss you so his back blocked the view of your opened legs to anyone who could come in.

You two hadn’t ventured past window sex, but the idea that someone may catch you or a glance was thrilling. The further his hand went down, butterflies erupted in your stomach and you knew he was teasing you. He wondered if you would beg, but he made it his advantage to try.

“Fuck.” Tom cursed, his lips brushing against yours. He glanced down, seeing the tips of his fingers glistening with your juices, “Already wet for me, huh? Ready to take my cock?”

All you could do was whimper in response, your nose still touching his, and your breathing getting deeper before you gasped at the heavenly feeling of his two fingers curling inside of you. Your walls clenched around them and he slowly pulled them out, steadily rubbing them against your clit.

You gripped his bicep, scratching your nails on his smooth skin as Tom moved his fingers inside your pussy once again. When he did it slowly, you fell apart faster and you tried to control your eyes from rolling back.

“Oh, God... Your fingers feel so good.” You stuttered, your eyes closed and your chest and arms stiff.

“You like that, love? Feeling my fingers fuck your wet pussy?” Tom reassured, still fingering your wet cunt at a slow pace. It made you ache, trying to push your knees together from the pleasure, but you gasped against Tom’s ear when you felt him push his free hand against your inner thigh to keep them wide.

He pressed his thumb against your clit and his head glanced up, seeing you gasp, but quickly bite your lip to keep quiet. Tom kissed you again to maintain your yearning to moan, but he sped up his pace and grunted when he felt your nails sink into his skin more.

Tom was still gentle, but steady, not losing his perfect speed or getting sloppy yet. His wrist was tight, trying to keep the level his hand was, his fingers going deeper each time they went inside your cunt.

Beads of sweat trailed down the side of your temple, still kissing Tom until your stomach twisted in a way that made your whole body feel light. You didn’t want to release yet, but you were on cloud nine, close to orgasming until Tom pulled his fingers away.

He placed his fingers in your mouth, your soft tongue swirling around them and tasting yourself. You suctioned your cheeks around them, making a popping sound when he pulled them away. It made Tom heated, his shorts straining and becoming tight at how you were naturally sexy.

Before you two continued, you heard two, faint voices coming from behind the fence. You froze, Tom as well, and you could see the two, older-looking men take a quick peek over the high fence. When they looked over, they met your eyes and you watched them quickly retreat to the other side of the yard. You and Tom giggled, leaning your head up to laugh into the crook of Tom’s neck.

He kissed your temple, feeling the heat of your face, before whispering against your ear, “I have an idea.”

Tom said nothing else, instead he stood up, offering you his hand. You took it and he gave a quick peck before guiding you to the side of the house.

“Tommy, what are we doing?” You giggled, carefully stepping around so you didn’t trip over any rocks.

He unhinged the door to the outdoor shower, letting you walk in before him. There was a large, square shower head centered and a light-grey, granite bench to the side. When you turned around, Tom hastily put the small, silver latch on the door as you started the shower.

Warm water streamed down your body as you untied the other side of your bikini bottoms. They dropped to a pool at your feet while you ran your hands over your body, leaning your head down to get your hair wet.

Tom glanced at your back, coiling his strong arms around your waist and he left a tender trail of kisses along your shoulders. You leaned your head back, whimpering at his teeth barely sinking into your neck, forming a small hickey below your ear.

“Yeah, like that, babe.” You pleaded, reaching your left arm back to grab a handful of his hair.

He didn’t respond, but you felt his right hand move over your naval while the left hand caressed your left breast. Tom rubbed his thumb over your hard nipple poking through the thin fabric of your top. An sudden urge to dominate came over him, making him push up your bikini top and grab your the perfect handful of your breast.

“I wanna hear you beg, love.” Tom grunted, his lips against your ear.

Before you could say a word, his right hand dipped between your bare legs. His three fingers slowly rolled over your swollen clit, your hips instantly jerking at the familiar pleasure. You pressed your hand against the wall when you felt your knees get weak, knowing they’d buckle each time your core got tense.

With the combination of warm water running down your inner thighs and Tom’s hand working your cunt, you arched your back, pressing your back against his chest till your head rested on his shoulder and your dazed eyes looked up toward the baby blue sky.

“You gonna cum on my fingers? Be a good girl and finish what we started?” He teased, your eyes fluttering and your heart beating fast in your chest, “Or do you wanna cum on my cock? Tell me, darling.”

Darling. That pet name always made you melt.

“I-I... I want your cock, please.” You quietly praised, Tom smirking with confidence.

When he took his hand away, you didn’t mean to let out a faint whine, but you hated when he edged you to the brink. He knew your tells, the ways your body moved or even the tone of your voice before you orgasmed. Tom used it as much as he could to his advantage, especially when he wanted a bit of praise.

You hungrily kissed Tom, pushing him back until he sat on the granite bench. It was cool against the back of his thighs, a small hiss leaving his lips. He glanced up at you standing in front of him, his eyes filled with lust and your hands run through his damp curls. His hands pressed into your hips, forcing you closer and wrapping his mouth around your right nipple then trailing light, butterfly-like kisses down your stomach.

“Put your leg up.” He commanded, mumbling against your skin.

You put your foot on the bench, spreading your legs far enough for Tom to be able to reach his mouth to your swollen clit. Tom took it one step further, his hand pressed under your thigh to lift it more and the strain making the pain and passion swirl together.

“God— Oh God, yes...” You mumbled, glaring up at the sky, knowing if you looked down you could lose it at watching him work his tongue.

You could have buckled, losing your strength to keep your leg up but Tom supported it enough that you continued the pleasure of his tongue lapping against your slit. You didn't want to cum yet, but it was so hard to not just release on his face.

Once your legs twitched, you lowered your leg and Tom smirked at you as you got on your knees. Tom ran his fingers through your wet hair then gripped at the crown of your head, somewhat guiding it as you pulled down his trunks.

His hard sprung up, making you smile big. You began to pump his length, from base to tip until your mouth wrapped around his tip and your hand massaged his balls. His hissing made your legs twitch again, his cock so hard in your mouth that you craved it being in your tight slit.

“I love your cock, baby.” You giggled, leisurely pumping his hard. When your hand moved back up his shaft, you ran your thumb above his red tip and collected the cum to lube the rest of his member.

"Fuck me..." He groaned, leaning his head back and his neck tense.

You pumped faster, Tom clenching his jaw as he tried to hold out. You could tell from his strained moans that he was more than ready. He gripped your hair, motioning your head to take in his cock again, but instead, you stood up in front of him.

He took your left nipple in his mouth before you positioned yourself on top of him, straddling him on the single, wet bench. As you sunk on his cock, Tom bit down on your neck, and your nails sunk into his shoulders.

As sore as your body was, you wanted to reach your high while riding him. Tom glanced up at your pure beauty, your head blocking the sun coming down before he looked back down at your pussy taking all of his cock.

"Faster, please. Keep doing that... fuck!" You hissed, and Tom had more control of the pace with his hands pressed into your hips.

"Yeah. Cum on my cock, baby... fucking all on my cock, slut." Tom lowly cursed against your neck, a few quivers and whimpers escaping his throat as he pulled you down harder and faster.

And at that moment, his cock pumped cum against your walls once he hit your g-spot. You tried to moan his name, but he covered your mouth to mumble your last cry. As fun as it was exploring your sex life, he didn't want the neighbors to peek over once more.

He panted, trying to catch his breath and his forehead leaned against your shoulder. You gently held his face, pushing back his wet hair and falling in love with the dazed look in his bright-brown eyes.

"I love you, darling." He mumbled, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You giggled, "Love you too, babe."

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jaozendry · 1 year

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NEW YEAR SPECIAL: A New Beginning

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Warnings: slight mentions of suicide & self-harm

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Summary: After a very hard year, Peter comforts you due to your anxiety: you're afraid 2023 will somehow be worse than 2022.

Author's note: happy new year!! stay strong ppl <33 sorry its a short one today im tiredddd

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"You okay?" Peter asks you, opening the door to your room. "I didn't see you at the party." You remove your headphones and wipe away the tears dripping down your face while looking away. He notices your current emotional state and sits down on your bed, caressing your hip. "What is it?" he asks with sincerity in his eyes. "I- uh, I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway." you reply, smiling faintly to reassure him.

He clearly knows that's a lie. Peter knows 2022 has been a hard year for you, both mentally and physically. You've been bleeding out all year, both hypothetically and literally.

He caresses your arm: "I'm proud you made it through this year, I really am." he tells you, slightly tearing up. "It's almost over. Next year will be a new beginning for you, trust me." You start to tear up even more. "But... what if nothing changes? What if I'm still in that mindset? What if I attempt suic-" As you start to freak out and lose control of your emotions, Peter gently puts his hand on your mouth. "Don't say that, please." he tells you, also tearing up and removing his hand from your mouth. "I'm here for you. We'll make it through this year, together." he explains, earning a little smile from you.

"There's that beautiful smile I've been looking for." he says jokingly. "Feeling better now?" he asks, caressing your face. "Yeah. Thanks. I guess I just needed to hear that you'll be there for me. Especially after this year." you reply, holding his hand while he nods in understanding. "We'll have a good year, right?" you ask, wiping your tears once more. "Oh, we will. Don't worry." he says while smiling.

"Come on, they're waiting for us." he says, standing up and reaching out his hand. "I don't think I'm looking too good after bawling my eyes out." you reply in a jokingly sad manner. "Y/N, you always look good. What did I say? We'll have a good year." he says, taking both of your hands. "That means a more positive mindset." he explains, playfully ticking your head while the both of you laugh. "We'll work on that. Okay?" he tells you while you stare into his beautiful eyes. "Fine." you giggle. "Only one drink."

The both of you finally stand up and leave the room. "What?" you giggle while he stops and simply stares at you. He goes for a kiss and you engage back. He breaks free and a few seconds of awkward silence occur. He finally breaks the silence, whispering into your ear:

"We'll have an amazing year, Y/N, trust me."

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Babyboy

pairing: Boyfriend!Tom Holland x Older!GF!Reader

summary: Tom meets Y/n’s narcissistic older sister S/n who wants Tom all to herself; Y/n gets overprotective of her babyboy, showing just how possessive she really is (Tom is 26, Reader is 31) (fluff ending‼️) (Requested by @peterholland04 )

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“It’s okay dove, what’s the worst that could happen eh“ Tom whispered nuzzling his head into his lover’s neck, peppering soft kisses all over it. His hands clutching Y/n in his, the both of them sitting in the kitchen of her parent’s new house for their housewarming party. “She keeps staring at me like i’m some sort of exhibit” Y/n sighed leaning her head onto his shoulder, playing with his fingers on her lap.

Soon enough the couple are ushered out to sit in the living while the older adults took over the kitchen, with Y/n, Tom and her older sister being left alone. “So Tom where did you and my baby sister meet? Did you know she was never really a sight for the eyes until I fixed her up” S/n giggled said leaning forward, unbuttoning a few buttons of her shirt showing off her cleavage, making Y/n scoff subtly. Tom seeing this just held her tighter, even moving his woman to sit on his lap, just to show S/n that he was taken and deeply in love.

“Uh we met through a friend right babe? We just fell in love at first sigh-t” Tom said dramatically, watching S/n’s face try to hold back a scowl as Y/n turned his jaw to press a full open-mouthed kiss on his lips, interrupting their conversation. Tom’s eyes closing as his arms wrapped around his woman, his knees widening a bit to get her more comfortable.

“Whoops, sorry just can’t keep my hands off him, he’s just too irresistible” Y/n giggled wiping the saliva from the bottom of Tom’s chin, S/n looked on jealous as she saw the way Tom’s eyes sparkled looking at Y/n; his hands clearly itching to climb up the blouse she was wearing as she combed about his messy curls.

“No it’s okay! Remember your last boyfriend? He loved that too” S/n smirked taunting her younger sister; although Y/n’s eyes twitched in anger she kept her calm, feeling Tom’s hands rub her back soothingly. “Yeah. I remember Mark, in your bed mostly though not mine” Y/n replied back not even looking at her older sister, instead focusing on Tom and placing kisses onto his face; Tom earlier that morning had went through plans with Y/n, to prepare her for these type of comments.

“Haha, we both know that only happened because you weren’t gonna give the poor guy a baby, wasn’t that it? Or was it when you said you weren’t in the mood for sex? I don’t know, all I remember was that you couldn’t satisfy him, and who better than your big sissy”

S/n smirked knowing she hit Y/n right where it hurts, Y/n tightened her grip onto Tom’s button up, her eyes already welling up with tears with frustration . “You- I’ve dealt with your bullshit for so many years, all the “sisterly” ways you’ve stolen things I love. But ya know what? I’m glad you took Mark right outta my hands, he was a cunt and you know it too. He couldn’t keep it in his pants and used you as a rebound, where is he now “sissy?” Could you not satisfy him enough? Or did you finally see the pig of a man I had to be with?”

By the time Y/n had finished her piece, her chest was visibly breathing deeply, her finger pointed right at her sister menacingly as Tom held her waist tightly to make sure she wouldn’t start anything physical. S/n knew how wrong and toxic Mark was, Tom had swooped in as Y/n’s knight and saved her. Treating her like a princess, giving her a new definition of love.

“I- Well- Tom see? This is the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with? Really? She’s so unstable, a few words get her panties in such a twist” S/n laughed watching Y/n get up and start to gather her things from around the room, “Yes. Y/n is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, I honestly think i’d rather be found in a ditch than by your side S/n. Usually i’d stay quiet, but not when you’re disrespecting my woman and my family. She doesn’t deserve you as an older sister, in fact, I wouldn’t even wish a character like you on my worst enemy. What sort of person meddles with a person’s happiness, purely just for her own gain”

S/n sat there silent, looking like a child that had just been scolded, her body now leaned back and sitting up right in the chair; completely different from her pose trying to seduce Tom earlier. Y/n still standing just looked at her poor excuse of a sister, letting Tom gather the rest of her things, his jaw chiseled as his face remained stern and hard. “I’ll say bye to your parents love, and we’ll be on our way, to OUR house” Tom emphasised side eyeing S/n before disappearing into the kitchen.

“Why do you always treat me like this S/n? I don’t get it, what did I do to you?” Y/n whispered, her older sister stayed staring at the floor in silence for a while, “Because why do you deserve him? That’s what I don’t get, you were nothing before me”

“Yeah fuck you seriously, hope you find someone that loves you for something other than your ugly personality bitch” Y/n said leaning into her face, saying each word with venom, before walking out into the hallway and connecting her hands with Tom; the happy couple made their exit out of the suburban home.

“She will never change, told you she sucks” Y/n sighed, breaking the silence that took over their whole ride home, the atmosphere so thick you could cut it with a knife. Y/n’s eyes suddenly drifted to his lap, “Wait- Tommy baby, are you seriously horny right now, what the fuck is this?” She laughed palming his hardened cock through his trousers, watching him groan and slap her hand away.

“S-seeing you so feisty and snarky, just ya know, made me think of you in-in our bed” Tom whimpered adjusting his pants, his face flushed red probably due to embarrassment. “Aww did it now, babyboy” Y/n smirked knowing just how much he loved that nickname, especially when she used it to smother and cuddle him, or when she was bouncing herself onto his thick cock; feeling it harden again for their next few rounds.

“God you’re really my woman, let’s get into the house, n’ I want you to take your frustrations out on me, mommy” Tom whispered leaning in, his lips brushing against Y/n’s; her body visibly squirming in delight from the name he called her. The both of them wasting no time in reaching their bed, which ended in them Christening every surface in the household.

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alorawhora · 1 year

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Not too much fun!

Peter parker x Female reader

A/n: I wanna clarify that all my female reader fics and male reader (if i make them) are trans friendly since i see =trans people as the gender they identify as, if its not trans friendly (use of genitilia for example but you can just imagine you had ur surgery) i'll say it in the fic.

Warnings: suggestive content, fluff, may being a character i enjoy way too much.

Word count: 1.2k

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‘’Can you be any more obsessed bro?’’

Pete whips his head over to Ned. He could barely hear him over the crowd of people in the cafeteria.

‘’What? I’m not obsessed what are you talking about?’’

‘’Hey, it’s fine I get it. She’s absolutely gorgeous.’’

‘’Tell me something new’’ Peter answers dreamily while his chin rests on his hand.

‘’You guys are weirdos.’’ MJ says out of nowhere

‘’Yeah, well you sit with weirdos.’’ Peter says back immediately.

It was silent for a few seconds.

‘’That sounded a lot less pathetic when I thought of it...’’

‘’Yeah that’s with most of what you say I think.’’ Ned answers

‘’Ned come on dude, you’re supposed to be on my side.’’

Too focused on the conversation Peter all of a sudden felt his peter ting- Spider sense, sensing in a very weird way.

‘’Hey Peter.’’

There you were. The most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, jaw dropping girl he had ever seen.

Ned shoved him to say something.

‘’H-hey Y-Y/n’’ You giggle at his stutter and he swears he is ascending into heaven hearing that sound.

‘’I was wondering if you could help me with the decathlon practice, I don’t really know anyone on the team and you seem nice. And I’ve seen you in class you’re in incredibly smart. So could you help me?’’

This is a dream. It has to be, he thinks.

‘’If you don’t want to you can say so, it’s okay. ‘’ you say because of his silence. A hint of disappointment in your voice

‘’No! I would love to!’’ Peter squeaked, immediately cringing at how he said it.

Ned and even MJ can’t help but chuckle a little, neither can you.

‘’Okay great! At your place after school today?’’

‘’Yeah, I’ll walk with you to my place if you don’t mind?’’

‘’That would be great! Thank you.’’

You walk away with a big smile and so does peter as he watches you until you’re out of frame.

- after school –

You walk up to Peter at the entrance of the school.

He feels you coming and turns around quickly, his cheeks already starting to blush at seeing how beautiful you look.

‘’Hey Pete! Ready to go?’’ if he wasn’t blushing already he sure as hell was now that you used a nickname for him.

‘’Yeah just follow me!’’

-After walking for a bit you arrived at his apartment-

As he allowed you to step in you immediately saw and smelled a cloud of smoke and a middle aged woman cooking…or at least trying to. As she turned around you made eye contact and her face immediately lit up.

‘’Peter! Who is this beautiful young lady?!’’

‘’May, this is Y/n, Y/n this is my aunt May.’’ He said happily finally getting to introduce you to his aunt who he has been ranting about you to.

‘’Hello miss Parker, it’s nice to meet you!’’

‘’It’s May to you sweetie and it is lovely meeting you! I’ve been waiting for this ever since peter couldn’t stop talking about you.’’

‘’She’s joking!’’ Peter says quickly

‘’I don’t talk about you at all! Well that’s not true, I don’t never mention you or pretend you don’t exist or something I just-‘’

Peter was cut off by your laugh, he wish he could have that his alarm in the morning. That would make him wake up and make sure he hears it again. (he means the waking up part in a good way)

‘’It’s okay Peter, if it makes you feel better I talk a lot about you too’’ You smirk.

Peter starts blushing like crazy as he clears his throat and says,

‘’So we’re gonna go study together in my room, if that’s okay?’’

‘’Yes of course, have fun…’’

You and Peter walk to his room and just before he closes his door you hear May say,

‘’But not too much fun!’’

‘’May! Really?!’’ Peter whines

‘’Sorry, I had to!’’

As you sit by Peters bed and he sits next to you, you finally start to realize what you’re gonna do.

You’ve been having this crush on Peter for a while now, you kept seeing him stare and somewhere along the way when he wasn’t staring at you, you would stare at him. You waited for him to do something but he just never did, just kept staring and never doing anything.

So one day when you had enough of the waiting you decided to form a plan. You didn’t even need help for school, it was just a perfect plan to hang out with Peter and tell him how you feel. Though when you sat there, you couldn’t even think about actually doing it.

There were times while working you two looked into each other eyes and didn’t even say anything, it would feel like the time stopped and all that there was Peter and this feeling. This feeling. A feeling that is hard to describe but so pleasing.

A warmth in your chest, a smile that you can’t hide because it’s just so strong. Your heart going faster than ever and your hands shaking like crazy. Your brain could barely focus on anything other than his eyes.

‘’Y/n?’’ Peter says softly.

‘’Hm?’’ you hum also softly.

Then Peters body works faster than his brain and he just leans in. And you meet him halfway.

As your lips softly meet, the feeling is stronger than it’s ever been. As you depart you are both blushing insanely.

‘’Thank you.’’ Peter says

‘’Thank you?’’ You giggle

‘’For letting me kiss you! And not getting mad that I didn’t ask before.’’

‘’Peter, I wanted to kiss you and you gave me enough time to pull away, don’t worry.’’

‘’Really?!’’

You start to full on laugh now.

‘’Hey! Don’t laugh I was really nervous.’’

‘’I know, so was i!’’

‘’What! Why? I’m just Peter, a lonely nerd.’’

‘’You’re not lonely! You have Ned and MJ plus I like that your nerdy, I want a hot nerdy boyfriend!’’

You immediately regretted saying that.

‘’Not that I expected you to now immediately be my boyfriend! If you don’t want that then that’s fine.’’ You just wanted to disappear. (Like peter did in infinity way)

‘’I would actually…love to be your boyfriend…’’ Peter says softly

‘’Well then…’’ there was a silence which you expected to be awkward, but you just stared into each other eyes comfortably.

‘’Can I-‘’ He clears his throat before speaking again. ‘’Maybe kiss you again?’’

You giggle.

‘’We’re together now Pete, you don’t have to ask.’’ You laugh

And by that Peter (surprisingly easy to you) lifts you up a bit and makes sure you straddle him comfortably.

‘’Wow, who knew Peter had such mo-‘’ and before you could finish your lips were in a heated make out sesh with peters.

Just as he slips in his tongue into your mouth and he leaves a long groan, the door swings open.

And there stands a shocked and happy May.

‘’You got the girl!..’’ and quickly after that she says ‘’but I meant the not too much fun part not until your further into the relationship!’’

You laugh as Peter whines again ‘’May!’’

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readers101 · 1 year

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Tom Holland & Y/N L/N finally made their relationship instagram official

Actor Tom Holland and pop star Y/N L/N were long rumored to be a couple before they finally confirmed to the world that they were a couple. As fans have theorized that a number of songs on L/N’s albums and various singles could easily be about her relationship with the English actor.

Despite their high-profile status, Tom Holland (26) and Y/N L/N (28) seem to enjoy keeping their relationship very low-key, and while everything is being kept behind closed doors, it hasn't stopped the couple's relationship from making front page news from time to time.

The relentless quest to nail down all the relationship details surrounding the Y/N L/N and Tom Holland’s relationship leads to some pretty amazing (and borderline creepy) detective work.

Fans use an amazing mix of paparazzi photos, news, song lyrics and other sleuthing techniques to try to figure out when the couple started dating.

Two main theories exist regarding the location of L/N and Holland’s first meeting. The first is that the couple bumped into each other at a mutual friend’s house party in 2019.

The other theory is that the two actually met at a concert also in 2019. As Movement reports, eagle-eyed fans impressively used video footage and photos to place L/N and Holland at the same bar in London at the same time. Neither of the two have ever commented on these theories however, so you'll have to pick your favorite.

As part of her album “La La Land”, L/N released personal diary entries, as described by People. L/N writes in a March 2020 post that she and Holland had been together for three months at the time.

In 2021, around the couples one year anniversary, headlines suggested they were considering getting engaged to each other. However, an inside source told E! News that while some of this may be true, they weren't planning a wedding.

As of January 2023, Tom Holland and Y/N L/N have not yet revealed an engagement or plans of walking down the aisle. But they just made their instagram debut after three years of being together, and fans can't get enough.

Known to keep their relationship rather mysterious, it comes as no surprise that fans were hyped for their first instagram post together. "I want what Y/N L/N and Tom Holland have," one user wrote. "They look so good, I'm so happy for them," another person shared. "I've never wanted to be in relationship so bad before," a third fan remarked.

Never has a picture caused such a stir online, of course fans went crazy and considered this photo proof of a vacation together and a happy relationship.

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A/N: ok, so I never put thoughts or explain my work BUT I’ve read this over & over and I think my brain is turning into mush (it’s currently 2am), anyway my point is that I hope the storyline & the timeline makes sense.

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wazzupmrstark · 5 months

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instead of you [part sixty] || th

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst

word count: 3.1k

“How much longer until we reach it?”

“You’ve asked that six times in the past ten minutes!”

“That’s because no one’s given me an answer!”

“Because no one knows, Harry! None of us have hiked this path before.”

Harry grumbled something behind his brother’s back but he must not have heard it because he didn't argue further.

The majority of the hike thus far had been uphill, something that the park rangers had neglected to mention when they sent you off into the forest. Thankfully, the mountains and canopy of trees provided some kind of shade but it was still scorching hot. And humid. And you were sweating like crazy.

Everyone was. Tom had already taken his shirt off and Harry had completely sweat through his. That was probably why he was complaining so much. He refused to take it off, though. Something about not wanting to get sunburned again.

“You doing okay?” Sam asked, looking over at you.

The two of you had found yourselves in the middle of the pack for once, walking behind his parents and in front of his brothers.

“Yeah, fine,” you answered, trying not to sound as out of breath as you felt.

“Did you bring your inhaler?”

“Um...”

“Why do I even ask?”

After fifteen more minutes of walking and a bathroom break, you finally reached the waterfall.

Harry sighed. “That’s it? We walked all this way for this?”

“Shut up, Harry,” Sam snapped. “It just looks small from the bridge, it’s not actually that small.”

“I’d say it’s a pretty average size,” you added, “maybe even kind of big.”

Tom laughed behind you. Thankfully, his parents didn’t seem to hear your comment. To be fair to Harry, it wasn’t a huge waterfall. It certainly wasn’t the biggest waterfall in Hawai’i, but it was one of the few that visitors could swim under. That’s what made it so popular.

And the bridge had made it look smaller than it really was.

There was an area to rinse off before and after getting in the water so you all took turns under the showerhead.

Nikki was the only one who didn’t want to swim, which meant that she was stuck with all of the bags. You felt sort of bad when Sam handed over the backpack you were sharing but Nikki assured you that it was fine, that she would rather hold them for you than have you rent one of the rusty lockers to store it in.

Waimea Falls required everyone to wear a life jacket, regardless of swimming ability. You knew it was a liability thing but you still couldn’t help but shiver when you slung on the cold, wet vest and buckled it around your chest. Who knows how many people had worn it before you today.

Shoes were optional so you left your sandals in the gravel by the bleachers and tiptoed your way back over to the edge of the water. The boys did the same.

The five of you stood there, staring at the rocks leading down into the lagoon, trying to figure out how to proceed without falling. It was hard to determine the best way in as all of the rocks that were big enough to step on were also either jagged and/or slippery.

“Ladies first,” Harry said unceremoniously.

You glared at him but decided to take a step down anyway. Someone had to go first and since everyone else was being a pussy it might as well be you. You moved at a snail’s pace, trying your best to move in a way that wouldn’t send you tumbling down the incline if you misstepped.

The rocks seemed stable enough to hold your weight without sliding around in the mud but one of them wobbled under you upon stepping on it, making you nearly lose your balance.

“Careful!” Sam and Tom shouted at the same time, causing you to turn around and make a face at them both.

They traded weird looks with each other before turning their attention back to you, who had made significant progress toward the water. By the time you finally reached the edge, the boys had started trekking down behind you, much more haphazardly than you had.

You extended your leg out in front of you to feel it out, trying not to scream when your toes grazed the water. It was freezing, way colder than you expected, but you knew it would feel incredible once you were fully submerged. It was one of if not the hottest days of the trip and you had sweat through everything. Even the life vest they’d saddled you with was beginning to feel sticky.

“How is it?” Sam called from behind you.

“Feels good!” you lied, not trusting yourself to turn around and show him your face. He’d know you were bluffing instantly.

Since you didn’t want to hold up the line, you took a deep breath and pushed yourself off of the ledge, finding your footing with both feet in the water. The bed of the lagoon was also covered with rocks. They were more slippery than the ones on the path seeing as they were wet and covered with algae so you had to be extra careful.

You moved away from the shore so that the boys could get in after you.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” was Sam’s shout from behind you.

You turned back to see him submerged up to his waist. He apologized to the people around him for cursing before glaring at you.

“You little brat!” he muttered, lunging at you.

You let out a yelp as the weight of your best friend dragged you under. You both emerged with dripping hair, laughing and sputtering.

“You said it felt good!”

“It does! It’s refreshing!”

“It’s cold as fuck,” he muttered, “and you knew that.”

“What, can’t take a little chill?” you taunted.

He splashed you.

“Are we going to swim over to the waterfall or what?” Tom’s voice echoed from behind you both, sounding annoyed.

Sam smirked before turning around to face his older brother.

“We don’t all have to go together. You could have gone on without us.”

Harry was the last to get in, gingerly stepping on the algae-covered rocks to make his way over to the three of you. Dom stayed by the edge, content to keep Nikki company from the water. He claimed to be too old to swim against the current just to get thousands of gallons of water dunked on him.

“Let’s go, babe,” Sam said, jerking his head over his shoulder in the direction of the waterfall.

Swimming to the base of the waterfall proved to be a lot more difficult than it looked. The current was strong and moving against it required a lot of effort. People who weren’t strong swimmers had no chance of making it all the way under.

It was doable for you, but not without struggle. The boys seemed to be in the same boat, save for Tom, who was the fittest out of all of you. He was already several strokes ahead of the rest of you when Sam called out for him to wait up. He paused and tread water while he waited for you and the twins to catch up.

“I thought we were going together,” Harry panted bitterly.

“Not my fault you guys are slow,” he rebutted.

“Maybe we should hold hands,” Sam suggested and pointed to another family who was making significantly more progress. “They’re doing it.”

“You think that’s going to work?” you asked.

“Yeah, how do we know you guys aren’t just going to hold me back?”

Harry clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Tom-”

“You could stand to pull some more way, Spider-man,” Sam pointed out.

“Tsk, fine. How should we do this?”

Tom obviously helmed the line. You were stuck between him and Sam, with Harry bringing up the rear. You didn’t argue about your place in the order but it did feel strange to be holding both Tom and Sam’s hands at the same time. You couldn’t tell whether they felt similarly but you had to assume they did.

Tom tugged you along and you pulled Sam in turn. They held on to you tightly so as not to lose you in the tide. You tried to focus on keeping your head above the surface instead of the feeling of both of their hands in yours.

Sam’s hand-holding strategy actually worked and you made it to the waterfall twice as fast as you would have on your own.

Trying to get under the waterfall was another ordeal. The water pressure was so aggressive that you had to fight against the water in order to get up on the rocks right beneath the stream.

“This kind of hurts!” Sam shouted over the roaring of the water.

“Yeah, I think I’m getting bruises!” Tom agreed.

“You guys are pussies!” you yelled, even though it did hurt and you wouldn’t be surprised if was bruising you.

“I think Mum is trying to take a picture!” Harry screamed.

Automatically, all four of you posed even though you couldn’t see where Nikki was and you could barely open your eyes under the stream. You grabbed for Sam but got Tom instead, accidentally squeezing his ass in an effort to hold his hand. How you mixed up the person standing beside you and mis-approximated where their wrist was, you didn’t know, but you immediately let go once you realized your mistake and fumbled for the right person’s hand instead.

If Sam noticed what happened, he didn’t say anything about it. Tom definitely did notice and you could see him trying not to laugh out of the corner of your eye.

“Should we swim back now?” one of the boys, you weren’t sure which, asked after you had stood there for what felt long enough for their mother to have snapped a couple of photos.

“You guys can, I think y/n and I are going to swim around by ourselves for a bit longer.”

That was news to you but you weren’t necessarily upset about it. You hadn’t been in the water for long anyway and you wanted to make the most of it. And if Sam wanted to be alone with you, you weren’t going to say no.

Your number one priority was winning him back, making it up to him, as much as you could.

You followed Sam to a secluded part of the pool, letting him tug you along as you floated on your back. Tom and Harry either got out or fucked off to another part of the lagoon. You weren’t paying attention when you split up and you weren’t about to look for them.

“Did you want to talk about something?” you asked your best friend.

“No, just wanted some space from my brothers.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Did you want to talk about something?” he parroted.

You made a face. “No, unless you’ve changed your mind.”

You could tell he knew what you referring to immediately from the way his expression shifted.

“Not here, yeah?”

You nodded in agreement. He was right, you should have that conversation somewhere private. Still, you took his answer as a good sign. ‘Not here’ implied that there was somewhere that you would have that conversation, which meant that he was willing to have it. You counted that as a win. A very small win, but a win nonetheless.

“What?” Sam asked, squinting at you through the sunlight.

“Huh?”

“What’s got you smiling like that? What’s on your mind?”

You hadn’t realized you were smiling until he pointed it out.

“Just happy to be here with you.”

You had dinner at some famous burger place that night. You were too tired to pay much attention to what you were eating or what everyone was talking about but you’re pretty sure the food tasted good.

The restaurant was in the middle of their dinner rush when your party arrived so you had to wait for a table. There was a small surf shop attached to the same building so you went with the boys to check it out while Nikki and Dom scoped out somewhere to sit. Everything was expensive so no one bought anything but window shopping kept you occupied for the time being.

After dinner, you rode with Sam’s parents back to the resort. He seemed indifferent to your presence this time, which you took as another win. He held your hand in the back seat and you rested your head on his shoulder. Neither of you fell asleep but you kept your eyes closed, enjoying the silence.

“We’re here, kids,” Nikki said softly once Dom had parked in the lot.

Sam stretched, forcing you to sit up too. You thanked them for the ride, and for dinner since they paid, before Sam asked if you wanted to take a walk on the beach.

“Sure, let’s go.”

He led you by the hand through the maze of buildings to the hotel’s beach entrance. You passed other couples as you strolled past the pool and the firepits and it made your heart sink a little. You were jealous of them. Jealous that they could enjoy each other’s company out in the open like that. Jealous that they looked so happy. Jealous that they weren’t sacrificing one relationship for another.

You were definitely projecting, they absolutely could have been in the same situation as you and you would never know but you refused to acknowledge that possibility because you were resolute on feeling bitter.

The sun hadn’t fully set yet despite the late hour. Being that it was still the middle of summer, it wouldn’t get dark until much later than usual. You were also convinced that daylight lingered longer in Hawai’i than it did in other places but you had no evidence to back that up.

“Here, I’ll carry your shoes for you,” Sam offered, holding out his free hand for them.

You paused. “Oh, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I know you don’t like the feeling of sand in your shoes.”

“Thank you.”

You bent down to undo your sandals and handed them to Sam. He looped the straps around two of his fingers and resumed holding your hand.

The sand was still warm, holding on to the heat of the day.

“Are we going all the way down to the water?” you asked.

“If you want to,” Sam answered.

“I don’t really feel like getting wet again.”

“That’s fine with me.”

You settled for walking along the outline of the tide where the sand was still dry. You followed the curves of the waves from hours past, tracing the remnants of high tide with your arms out like you were walking on a tightrope. Sam trailed behind you for a few moments before catching up with you again.

You had pulled your hand out of his grasp moments earlier to run ahead, distracted by the seafoam in the distance. You waited for him and put your arms back by your sides.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ditch you,” you sighed when he reappeared at your side.

“I know,” he replied.

Instead of offering you his hand this time, he gave you his elbow. You took it gently, resting your hand on his bicep.

He was uncharacteristically quiet. You wondered what was on his mind. When he invited you down here, you thought it would be to talk, to finally have that conversation. Maybe it had been and he changed his mind. Or maybe it had never been his intention in the first place.

You were starting to think you’d never get an answer when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry for what I said.”

You tensed but kept walking, not wanting to confront whatever expression might be on Sam’s face. If you stopped, you would have to look at him or stare at the ground. If you continued walking, you could just look straight.

“I... didn’t mean that shit... about wishing I never met you. Or any of it really. I wanted to mean it. But I couldn’t, because none of it’s true. I was just really hurt. I still am, to be honest.”

“I understand,” you responded.

“I want us to move past this,” he continued, “but it still feels really fresh. I mean, I only found out about you and Tom a few days ago.”

You nodded as you listened. He was right. It had only been a handful of days even though it felt like an eternity. Being at odds with Sam was hell. He was your best friend, after all. You had lived life with him by your side for the past four years. You didn’t want to imagine what that would look like without him.

“Right.”

He cocked his head to the side, lost in thought.

“I’m sorry too,” you added, wanting to reiterate just how shitty you felt about the whole thing.

“I know,” he said softly. “I know you are. I knew you were then too. I’m sorry for invalidating your apology-”

“Don’t be!” you interrupted. “My actions and my words... they don’t add up. I would’ve thought I was bullshitting too.”

Sam forced a laugh. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy to wrap my head around. But I get it, I think. There’s just something about Tom, isn’t there?”

You snuck a glance at him but didn’t say anything. You had a feeling it was a rhetorical question.

“You must have been miserable this whole time. Trying to push down your feelings for him and then finally acting on them but being consumed by guilt when you finally do.”

“It hasn’t been the best,” you admitted, “but it’s my own fault.”

“Not entirely,” Sam reasoned.

You were surprised he was coming to your defense but you figured he’d go up to bat for anyone if it was against Tom.

“Enough of it is.”

Your best friend shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like you’re known for your decision-making skills.”

You scoffed and nudged him with your shoulder. He laughed a real laugh for the first time in days. You had missed hearing it. It made you smile too. You rested your head on his shoulder and for once it felt natural.

“I really am sorry, Sammy,” you sighed, your voice wavering.

“I know. I can’t pretend that I’m over it... but I will be. I also know that I can’t ask you to end things with him...”

“You can-”

“No,” he murmured. “I can’t. You would resent me for it.” You opened your mouth to protest but Sam shook his head and you closed it again. “You would. Maybe unconsciously, but you would. Things wouldn’t be the same.”

“Things won’t be the same if I don’t end things with him,” you pointed out.

“I know,” he agreed solemnly. Then he sighed as if it was something he had already come to terms with. “But you’ll still love me the same. And that’s enough.”

this one made me emo to write but I hope you enjoyed it lmk what you think I always appreciate feedback!!

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t-lostinworlds · 2 years

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Lucky I Can’t Say No | Tom Holland

A/N: first off, to the lovely anon who requested this, my apologies for being 3 months late but also kinda payback for making me cry with the video you linked sksksk i'm kidding, i just take so long to write but i hope you love this! second off, i love cats, so trying to write in tom's POV where he "hates" cats is both funny and kindaaa difficult. overall though, he's just being dramatic and stubborn in an endearing way rather than annoying lmao. oh, and there is also a bit of an SMAU moment but it's like, very short lol. hope you enjoy! <3

++ ALSO in the interview where he said he hates cats (i.e. the gif which actually annoyed me to no end hearing that clip again lol) he also said that he's allergic to them soooo, consider this an AU where he's not lmao

》 PAIRING: tom holland x female!reader 》 TROPE/GENRE: established relationship; fluff; crack-ish 》 REQUESTED: yes. 》 SUMMARY: Tom felt like he was losing you—no, someone was stealing you from him. Cuddles and kisses were limited, and your time and attention were now divided. You said he was being overly dramatic and childish, but he just felt so utterly betrayed. Because out of everything, anything that would become his rival for your affections...why did it have to be a cat? OR Tom tries to out-baby your new kitten. 》 WARNINGS: tom and his "cats are evil" propaganda, tom vs cat (which is all tom’s doing btw lol), suggestive moments, jokes about balls (yes, i am so mature), kitten is a stray, tessa <3, tom being the most dramatic, overall cuteness, fluff and a touch of chaos. 》 WORD COUNT: 11k+ (short & quick she said)

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Tom was so glad to be back home again, and to be staying home for a while.

It was chilly out, not exactly the perfect time for a stroll in the park. But that was just London, so in a sense, it was perfect because it felt like home. Aside from that, the park was close to empty, granting him the peace and solace he direly needed. It was a breather from the hustle and bustle of film sets.

It felt even more like home when he got two of his favourite girls accompanying him.

Tessa was tugging at the lead as she sniffed about, stopping at whatever it was she found interesting, whether that was a piece of paper, a funny looking rock, or a snail. While you, the absolute love of his life for over three years now, were tucked under his arm, cuddled up to his side.

He smiled as he glanced at you, pulling you closer to kiss your temple with a satisfied sigh.

"You okay?" you asked, looking at him with a smile of your own, beautiful as ever.

"I'm great," he breathed out, cheeks hurting but he didn't care. "Just so happy to be back home."

Your smile widened as you hummed, "I can tell."

He sighed, just admiring you for a good few seconds before tilting his head to kiss you, humming in delight when you giggled. After a few more pecks, he pulled away, placing one more on the tip of your nose for good measure.

Once you reached a secluded corner, he let you go to unclip Tessa's lead, scratching behind her ear encouragingly.

"Don't go too far, Tess."

He lifted his arm for you again, your lovely irises twinkling as you cuddled back to his side. You continued walking, keeping an eye out for the staffy who was having the time of her life chasing some leaves.

Once you found a bench nearby, you and Tom settled on it, calling out for Tessa so she could play where you could watch over her. He kept an arm around your shoulder, turning your body slightly so you were facing him. He grabbed your legs, your laughter following suit as he threw them over his thighs, only as a means to keep you close, but decent enough in public. He'd been deprived of you for months on end, nobody could blame him for being a tad bit clingy.

You stayed like that for a while, catching up about anything and everything, sharing quick kisses to longer ones while giggling against each other's lips, basking in the sheer warmth and comfort whether that's from you cuddled up to his side, the tenderness of your loving kisses, or just a whole concoction of all things you.

"God, I've missed you," Tom sighed, nudging the tip of your nose with his, squeezing your thigh affectionately.

"I missed you, too." Your fingers found his cheek, touch gentle and sweet as you smiled so warmly, melting his heart ten times over.

Before Tom could even lean in and kiss you senseless for the umpteenth time, a familiar bark rang in the air. But that wasn't what made you and Tom stop, it was the meow that followed soon after.

It was almost comical, the way you and Tom turned your heads at the same time.

Surely enough, Tessa was sitting in front of you both, her smile wide to match the excited wag of her tail. Yet both your attention was on the black, furry kitten nuzzling her leg, meowing to its heart's content.

"Tessa..." Tom started, eyes meeting your just as confused ones before landing back on his dog. "Where on earth did you find a cat? Why on earth did you bring back a cat?"

She barked in response, head turning as if she was pointing exactly where she found the cat. Tom followed her direction and found a cardboard box right beside the trash bins, holes cut out of it. His heart ached a little once he looked back at the kitten. He might not be fond of cats but that didn't mean he won't find it cruel when people abandon them to fend for themselves.

"Aww, hello there," you said, voice soft and welcoming as you got off the bench, squatting down in front of it. You gently offered your knuckles, the kitten smelling it hesitantly, making you coo, "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

His heart warmed as he looked at you, a smile inevitably gracing his face. Though glancing at Tessa, he shot her a look, placing his hands on his hips. "Well, at least you didn't kill it."

"Tom!"

"What?" He stared at you wide-eyed, hands up in surrender before gesturing at Tessa. "You'd rather have her bring back a dead cat in her mouth?"

You gasped, covering the kitten's ears with your palms. "You're going to traumatise the kitten, shut up!"

"And you say I'm dramatic," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

You ignored him, attention back on the cat when it started nudging your palm, meowing happily. Tom felt like his heart was about to burst when he saw the way your whole body physically melted, your bottom lip going as you glanced up at him and then back at the kitten. Before he knew it, you gently lifted the kitten into your hold.

"Hey there little"—you eyed the stomach with a wrinkle in your brows—"guy, come here."

Tom chuckled at your cute antics. But the minute you hugged the kitten to your chest, he shook his head fervently.

"No, no, no," he rushed, pointing accusingly with narrowed eyes. "Don't you dare, woman."

"What? He's cold!" you protested, rolling your eyes at him with a laugh. The cat snuggled further into your hoodie, now curled up into a ball in your arms. He didn't think you could melt some more but oh you did.

"Y/N," he warned, looking at you sternly. "Don't get any ideas."

"I'm just keeping him warm," you hummed, flashing him a sweet, innocent smile that didn't convince Tom, at all. If anything, you didn't even deny it, meaning, you already were getting ideas. Looking for backup, you glanced at the dog who was attentively sitting by your foot, head tilted to keep her eyes on the kitten in your hold. "Right, Tess? Aww, look at her, she doesn't want him out of her sight."

"Come on," Tom said, moving to clip Tessa's lead back on and offering you his hand. "We'll take him to the vet. Maybe he has a chip on him."

You pouted at him at the last sentence.

Tom wiggled his fingers to hurry you, but you only said, "I'm holding the kitten."

Grumbling a soft fine, he settled a hand on the small of your back instead as you made your way back to his car.

Right then and there, Tom knew he wasn't going to like where this was going.

One, this thing was already stealing your attention from him, and two, whatever the outcome of this trip to the vet, neither of it was going to be good.

It was either him consoling you because the cat had a chip, and with how easily you get attached when it came to animals, he wasn't keen on getting to see you that heartbroken. Or, if the cat didn't have one, Tom would have to break your heart himself by saying you couldn't keep him.

And with one glance at the passenger's seat, it didn't take a genius to realise that you were already smitten. Your bright smile and the adoration already coating your features, rightly in tune with your soft voice echoing around the car as you spoke to the kitten was going to be Tom's villain origin story—and not by choice.

What was even more worrying was that you weren't the only one already attached. Tessa was practically trying to climb over the centre console so that she could be closer to the kitten in your arms.

Eyes back on the road, Tom ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh.

This was going to be tough.

•••

"Good news," the doctor started with a smile. "He's okay, a little underweight but otherwise healthy."

"How old is he?" you asked, standing by the examination table as you stroked the kitten, Tessa right by your foot.

"Probably around three months and a half." Settling her equipment aside, she turned to face you and Tom. "As for the bad news—well, this depends on how you take it, he doesn't have a chip on him. With how you found him, it's honestly not a surprise."

Tom practically saw your entire being lit up with hope and excitement. And he found himself dreading the upcoming discussion that was about to commence.

"So it's either you adopt him, or rehome him. If you do choose to rehome him, we're partners with an adoption centre so you can just leave him here and we'll take care of the rest," she explained, glancing between the two of you with a knowing smile. "I'll leave you two to make a decision."

She left at that, leaving you both alone. Tom heard you take a deep breath, and he took that as an alarm to prepare himself for this.

"Tom—"

"No."

You gaped at him, before pouting. "You haven't even given me a chance to say anything!"

"But I already know you have a whole presentation lined up," he stated, raising a brow at you with his arms crossed over his chest. "We are not keeping him, Y/N."

"But Tessa already loves her, look," you said, gesturing towards the staffy who was trying her best to reach the table. You gently picked the kitten up in your arms before crouching down on the floor. Tessa was quick to rush to your side to give the kitten some kisses.

You wrapped an arm around her, keeping the kitten in the middle of you both. But then, for the life of him, you looked up with the most adorable, heart-skipping pout, your head rested on top of Tessa's as two pairs of puppy eyes stared right into the depths of his soul—add the tiny meow into the mix.

"Are you really going to say no to all three of these cute faces?"

Tom rolled his eyes with a groan, throwing his hands up in the air.

"That's not fucking fair."

"Don't curse in front of our children!"

"I'm being serious, Y/N," he said, rubbing a palm over his face before looking at you pointedly. "We can't take in a kitten."

"Why not?" you practically whined, and despite it being the cutest thing ever, Tom couldn't give in. There was no chance he was going to take in a cat. Not only was it too much work, those things were like the spawns of Satan, and there was no way in hell he was going to let the devil into his home—dramatic? Probably, but he didn't care.

"First off, you already know how I feel about cats. And yeah, he's cute but I still don't want one," he explained.

"Don't let him hear you!"

He rolled his eyes and continued, "Second, because it's so much work, love. We're going to need to kitten-proof the house, potty train him and train him to not destroy anything. Not to mention we both have no clue how to care for a cat, and I'm pretty sure they're on a different spectrum compared to dogs."

"We can learn in the process," you said, placing the kitten back on the table gently before walking over to him. He kept a stern face, arms still tucked into his chest, trying to be strong-willed because by the heavens above you can be quite persuasive when you wanted to be—and that wasn't taking into account how Tom already found it difficult to resist you in the first place. You rested your hands on his hips, squeezing gently as you kissed his chin and God those puppy eyes will be the death of him. "There are books, YouTube and google, Tom."

"That's still going to take time and I have no idea how we'll be able to fit taking care of a cat in both our schedules," he argued.

"We can adjust—"

"Y/N, my love, I want you to be rational here please," he cut you off, voice firm as he took both of your hands in his. He held your gaze, trying to be strict with his words but never harsh. "This isn't something we can be spontaneous about, alright? It's a huge responsibility and it takes so much time and dedication to take care of a kitten—and yes, I know you are willing to try it out, but to be completely honest and transparent from the start: I'm not. And I'd rather not have you get stressed by taking this on yourself and then in the long run, have you give him up when it gets too much which will only hurt worse."

Tom felt the first pang in his chest when he saw you physically deflate, even more when he saw the excited joy in your eyes slowly start to dim.

"Okay, okay, I won't push," you breathed out, nodding as your eyes fell to the floor. You squeezed his hand before pulling away, glancing at the dog by your feet. "Come on, Tess, let's go say goodbye."

Tom's heart ached at the soft crack in your voice.

You're stronger than this, Holland.

He watched you walk towards the kitten with the pupper in tow. Your back was to him as you took it in your arms, squatting on the floor so Tessa could say her goodbyes too. He bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut when he saw your shoulders start to shake.

Don't do it, don't give in, don't—

Tom lost the second he heard your sniffle, though.

Granted, you were always an emotional person, but he'd never seen you this heartbroken over having to say goodbye to a kitten before. This wasn't the first time you'd helped strays, obviously. And albeit the tears being inevitable when it was time to go, it wasn't this bad.

As much as Tom hated to admit it, it seemed like you'd already grown some sort of connection with the cat, and who was he to put a damper on it before it even got the chance to blossom? Add the fact that you did seem quite determined to go through with it. And sure, he wasn't, but he could at least offer moral support, right? It was the least he could do, especially when it looked like you badly wanted to keep him.

Besides, how hard could it be to live with a cat?

"Goddammit," he grumbled, rubbing a palm over his face before heaving a deep sigh, "Darling?"

"Hmm?"

You didn't turn around.

You kept your head low as you stroked the kitten's fur. And if that wasn't an indicator that you were already crying, he didn't know what was.

With a sigh, he walked over to you, squeezing your shoulders, urging you to stand back up. You gently put the kitten on the ground to leave him with Tessa, the two quick to nuzzle into each other. Tom frowned.

Now, who was he to break Tessa's heart too?

Once you got back to your full height, he turned you around, his heart clenching the second he caught sight of your dampened cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you with a sigh, squeezing your waist before he cupped your face, thumb catching the tears that continued to fall from your eyes.

"I-It's okay," you croaked, hastily wiping your face with the sleeves of your hoodie. "You know how emotional I get sometimes."

"I know but—"

"I just—" you breathed out shakily, bottom lip trembling as fresh tears brimmed in your eyes, a soft whimper rumbling in the back of your throat. Tom's heart might as well have been stepped on; it would've hurt less. He hates seeing you cry so much. You leaned forward, burying your face into his chest as you tried your best to even out your breathing. "Just need a few more minutes to say goodbye and we'll go."

"Maybe you don't have to say goodbye anymore," he murmured, kissing your temple softly.

You slowly lifted your head to stare at him, your frown deep, perfectly matched with your furrowed brows. "We're keeping him?"

Tom bit his bottom lip, nodding slowly as he offered you a small smile.

"On one condition."

Never had he ever seen your face light up so quickly.

"Yes!" you yelled, throwing your arms around him. It made Tom wonder if he was going to get this enthusiastic of a yes when he proposes to you. He wasn't given much time to dwell on the thought when not even a second later, you were already littering his face with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He couldn't contain his laugh, "I haven't even told you the condition."

"I don't care," you said, still sniffling but at least there was a wide smile on your face now. "So long as we're keeping him, I'll do it."

"Even if I say I want nothing to do with all the work?"

"Yup."

"Potty training him, feeding him, proofing the house, all that stuff?"

"Yup, yup, yup."

"And that he's all your responsibility and not mine?"

"Yup, all me."

Tom cupped your cheek with a chuckle, "You really want to keep him, huh?"

"I really, really, really want to keep him," you hummed, turning your head to kiss his palm before you leaned into his touch. His heart grew at the sweet gesture. Your eyes fell momentarily on the floor, your smile widening. "Tessa wants it as much as I do, too."

Tom followed your gaze. Surely enough, the two were cuddled up on the floor, Tessa curled into a ball with the cat tucked into her neck, both probably fast asleep.

"Got a name for him?" he asked.

"I'm thinking..." You eyed the cat, your eyes lighting up as turned to him and said, "Lucky."

"Lucky the Cat, fitting," he murmured, squeezing your waist. "Well then, let's make sure he gets his shots and have a chip on him."

You squealed excitedly in his hold.

Tom flinched before jokingly rubbing his ears with a roll of his eyes. "Bloody hell, woman."

"Thank you," you said, fully ignoring his complaint as you pressed your lips over his, your smile so prominent between the kiss. "I love you."

"Hmm and I love you," he sighed, pulling away to nudge your nose fondly. "So much to the point that I probably can't say no to you, ever."

•••

Of course, the next stop was with you shopping for all the things Lucky would need for his move into his new home.

Tom was still grumbling over the fact that he actually agreed on letting a cat into your lives. There were no regrets—yet, it's only been a couple of hours—but there still wasn't much enthusiasm on his part, either.

But then with one simple look at you, his heart did nothing but swell. There was a skip in your step as you rummaged around the pet store, the glow on your features prominent along with that smile that never did drop, not even once. You'd been grinning since before you even left the vet, up to the trip to the pet store, and currently still. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if you start complaining about your cheeks hurting later.

You simply looked so happy so Tom couldn't really complain.

Okay, maybe he'll complain just a tiny bit. It was still a cat you're holding, after all.

"Hold him for a second, please? I need to pay for the stuff."

Tom shot you a look, glaring at the kitten in disgust before he crossed his arms and shook his head no.

"Tom!" you laughed, handing him the kitten anyway, the one that was now wrapped in a blanket. "Stop being so dramatic."

He took the cat in his arms reluctantly, along with Tessa's lead who honestly had been non-stop following you around. Wherever Lucky was, Tessa was right in tow.

"You've got her wrapped around your claws already, huh?" he said to the cat, groaning as he avoided its cold paw that reached for his nose. "Don't touch me, you devil spawn."

"Be nice to him," you called out with a laugh.

"Amicable is all I can give you," he retorted. "Nice is too much to ask."

You rolled your eyes, continuing to check out the stuff you got for the day, from necessities like a bed, a litter box, food and water bowls and everything else he couldn't bother naming.

Once he saw that you were properly preoccupied, Tom glared back at that cat and grumbled,

"You're definitely lucky I can't say no to her."

•••

"Tessa, what are you—NO!"

Tom rushed to the bathroom to see what the commotion was about, only to burst out laughing at the sight before him.

You were now sitting on the tub, shorts and tank top drenched. Tessa was enthusiastically sat on your lap as she played with the cat who, funnily enough, was enjoying swimming in the water. It was only Lucky who was supposed to be taking a bath right now. But with the pup whining and scratching at the door, unable to be away from her favourite kitten for long, you decided to let her in.

Bad decision, by the looks of it.

"Quit laughing and help me," you complained.

Of course, he was going to help you in a second. But he wanted to have some fun with it first.

"We made a deal, love." He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door frame. "Your responsibility."

"It was Tessa who jumped in and she's your dog!"

"Our dog."

"So Lucky is our cat then?"

"Nope," he said, shaking his head with his nose in the air. "As far as I remember I didn't sign anything that made me his legal father."

"I didn't sign anything to be Tessa's legal mother either!" you countered, head thrown back as you whined, "Toooom."

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, taking off his shirt and sweatpants before stepping into the tub. He gently manoeuvred the dog off of you before offering you his hands, slowly guiding you back to your feet and then kissing your pout away. He turned to Tessa who was happily playing with Lucky in the water. Patting her head, Tom sighed, "I guess it's bath time for you too then huh?"

But just as he reached for the shower, you tried to pick up the shampoos from the floor. So, Tom's forehead clumsily collided with yours.

"Ow!"

"I'm sorry!" Tom snorted before guffawing, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to steady you, kissing your forehead as compensation.

"We all don't fit in this tub," you laughed along.

"Really?" He raised a brow at you. "Wow, that was really hard to figure out."

You smacked his chest playfully. "Just get their shampoo, Tom."

It was an hour later that the bathroom shenanigans finally came to a close. It took thirty minutes to get both pets washed and dried, and another thirty for you and Tom to finish showering and cleaning up. It was wholeheartedly his fault that it took so long because he did decide to be a little shit. Exhibit A with him pointing the shower at you instead, which of course, you immediately took revenge on. So you both ended up wet from head to toe, along with creating an even bigger mess on the floor.

"Please don't tell me he's going to sleep in the bed," Tom groaned once he saw Lucky in your arms as you walked into the bedroom.

"He's sleeping with Tess," you said, rolling your eyes as you placed the kitten down on his bed right beside Tessa's. Lucky only sniffed it once though, walking over to the doggo soon after and climbing into the cushion, settling down right by her tummy.

You aww'd at the two, turning to Tom with the cutest pout.

"Good," he hummed, unable to stop his smile. It was pretty cute, and you were even cuter. "But he better stay there all night."

You rolled your eyes at him, making your way into the bed and under the covers. He swiftly opened his arms for you where you settled in comfortably. He kept you close in his hold, his fingers absentmindedly tracing figures on your back as you rested your head on his chest.

"Thank you for this," you sighed, kissing his neck before meeting his eyes. "I know it's going to be a lot to handle having a new kitten in the house, but I promise it won't be a burden to you and I won't let him bother you as much."

"Don't stress about it," he reassured, cupping your face tenderly. "Are you happy?"

"So happy," you breathed out, smiling wide and bright that Tom couldn't help but mirror it.

"Then that's all that matters to me."

•••

It's been two weeks and Tom still didn't know how to feel about having a cat in the house. It wasn't as hectic as he'd assumed it to be, but there were still moments of chaos that he wasn't particularly fond of.

"Fucking hell!" Tom squeaked, spilling his tea when the demon ran past his legs just as he was about to take a step. Looking at the mess on the floor, he growled, "Lucky!"

You appeared in the kitchen soon after that. Looking at him with a frown you asked, "What happened?"

"Does he always run like a possessed demon?" he said, gesturing towards the spilt tea on the floor.

"He's playing," you laughed, shaking your head at him before glancing over at the sound of something tumbling around the hardwood floor. "Well, they're playing."

Tom followed your gaze, seeing Tessa laying on her back as Lucky playfully grabbed her face before taking off again, the dog quickly running after him.

He bit his cheek to stop a smile, before turning to you with a scoff, "Playing shouldn't involve giving me a heart attack."

"I always love how dramatic you are," you gushed sarcastically before grabbing some paper towels.

"No, no, I got it." He stopped you, taking them off your hands before kissing you quickly yet sweetly. He nodded towards the living room where the two had disappeared. "Go and tame your demon child."

You smacked his arm playfully, laughing, "Stop calling him that."

"Well, he is!" he called out, watching you with adoration as you walked away. But not before you rolled your eyes at him, of course.

•••

Tom jumped when he felt something poke his side, his glare sharp when he saw the black fur of death looking at him with its wide green eyes.

"Darling, why is he vibrating?" he asked, eyeing Lucky suspiciously.

"Vibrating?" You appeared in the living room with your brows furrowed.

"Yeah, look at him!" he said, gesturing at the cat who hadn't stopped nudging his arm. "What is he doing?"

"He's asking for you to pet him, Tom," you laughed, leaning over the couch to scratch Lucky's ear. The kitten calmed down, almost melting into the cushion. "See?"

"I'm not gonna," he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm sorry, Lucky, your dad is a bit of a baby," you said, giving him a kiss on top of the head before turning to Tom, kissing his cheek with a giggle, "It's purring by the way, not vibrating."

"So I'm second to get your kisses now?" he complained. You merely laughed, shaking your head as you disappeared back into the kitchen. "And I know it's purring!"

He looked at the cat again once you were out of sight, reaching down to scratch his ears. A small smile tugged at his lips when it flipped over, belly side up. Tom gently rubbed his tummy, the vibrations growing louder at his actions.

"Yeah, yeah, you're cute," he murmured, giving it a few more seconds before teasingly pushing it away. "Now run along, that's all I'm giving you."

Lucky stood back up on all fours, stretching before moving off the couch and disappearing to who knows where. He turned to his side, narrowing his eyes at the dog teasingly.

"You didn't see anything."

Tessa looked at him before jumping off the couch as well, following Lucky.

Now those two were a different kind of inseparable.

Tessa wouldn't stop crying if she couldn't find Lucky anywhere in the house, and Tom would suffer the consequences whenever you'd go to the vet to update Lucky's vaccinations. Vice versa, the demon wouldn't stop screaming if Tessa wasn't around, and God did he have the set of lungs despite him being four months small. So, everything they do, they do it together, from bathing, eating, playing, and of course, walking.

So, yours and Tom's daily routine of walking around the park now consisted of two pets instead of just one.

A cat in a harness was both the funniest and most unusual thing he'd seen so far. He was convinced you were spoiling your new child—which you always referred to him as while Tom still liked to add 'demon' at the beginning—by being extra with it. But, turns out, it was actually quite common for pet cats to have harnesses. He simply hadn't seen much of it before.

Well, he barely saw cats period and now he was a co-parent of one—well, loosely, anyway.

Tom was still adamant about keeping his distance from your kitten. And his one and only condition was still ongoing of course, which you actually didn't mind at all.

Cats just weren't for him, plain and simple.

He couldn't deny how cute you were being with Lucky though, properly smitten with the furball of chaos.

Tom would sometimes find you laying on your stomach on the couch, fast asleep with the cat spread out on your back. Other times, you'd have both your arms up, your mouth agape with Lucky right beside you in the same exact position, belly side up with his limbs stretched. He'd even catch you both yawning at the same time early in the morning, you drinking your fill of caffeine for the day while Lucky had his warm milk. Your kitten was like a mirror of you in the most adorable yet weirdest way.

But his fondness only stopped at you, and you only. Because no matter how much people said that eventually, Lucky was going to grow on him, that wasn't the case, at all. Day by day, the cat was just getting on his nerves more.

Objectively, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Lucky was trained well, never really damaged anything much apart from toys and a few scratches on furniture, and didn't bother him purposely either. The cat was smart, he'd admit. He could probably sense that Tom wasn't into him as much so he was giving him his space.

But the spawn of Satan was stealing you from him.

So of course—with as much bias as possible—he was annoyed about it.

He couldn't cuddle with you as much anymore because the cat was always taking his place. Lucky had grown the habit of sometimes sleeping in the middle of you both—along with Tessa since she still kept following him around—so you were too far away for Tom's liking on your shared bed. Hell, you even tell Lucky good night and good morning before him!

Was he making it a competition even though his rival was a cat? Maybe. Was he jealous that now he wasn't the only one you were giving your affection to? Probably. Was he acting like a petulant child? Yes. Was he being so overly dramatic about it? Absolutely.

But he didn't care, because it was Tom who was supposed to be laying on top of you whenever you were chilling on the couch.

And right now? The demon was stealing his spot.

Tom all but groaned in annoyance the second he entered the living room. Although determined to not be defeated this time, he walked towards the couch with a slight stomp in his step.

You didn't notice him though, not when you were too engrossed in giving your demon child scratches and love as he laid on your chest. It was only when Tom stood over you with a pout, arms limp at his sides with his body slumped did you finally look at him.

"What?" you asked, brows furrowed.

He only huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he pointedly glared at the cat that was on his spot.

Looking at Lucky, and then at him, you grinned. "You want scratches, too?"

"Yes please."

Your laughter filled the entire room, the corner of Tom's lip twitching up as he looked at you in adoration. After a deep breath, you gently lifted Lucky and placed him on the space right beside you. Not far enough for Tom's liking but it'll do, especially when—

"Come here, you big baby," you hummed, opening your arms wide for him.

Tom grinned and immediately crawled towards you on the couch, settling between your legs. You shifted in your place so he could wrap his arms around your waist. Once comfortable, Tom let his whole weight rest on top of you, cheek pressed against your chest, humming in satisfaction once he was coated with your warmth. You scratched his head then, fingernails combing through his hair, moving behind his ears, trailing on the nape of his neck, moving up, and repeat. A shiver coursed through him when you ran your free hand up and down his back as well.

"Oh yeah, that feels nice," he groaned, eyes fluttering close, relishing in the sheer comfort of your touch. When he opened them again, he was met by green eyes, looking at him intently. Tom stuck his tongue out before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, kissing it before shooting the cat a glare. "Yeah, you're not the only one she loves, mate."

Your whole body shook as you laughed, "You do realise you're talking to a cat, right?"

"Doesn't mean he doesn't get what I'm saying," he grumbled, ears perking up at the soft pitter-patter of paws, Tessa appearing a few seconds later. "You joining Tess?"

The dog answered by jumping onto the couch, Tom spreading his legs a little so she could lay in between. It didn't even take a second for Lucky to follow her, finding his spot right beside Tessa before he laid his head on her stomach.

"I think they love each other more than they love either of us," you spoke up, pressing your lips on his crown.

"Mm-hmm," Tom agreed with a smile, littering your neck with soft kisses before he cuddled into you again, body melting into you more as he grumbled, "And I think we need a bigger couch."

•••

Tom was badly missing you.

You weren't away by any means, in fact, the only time he didn't get to see you was when you were at work. But when you were home, your time still wasn't spent with him as much since you were spending a good chunk of it with that fluffy demon.

Okay, maybe he was being a bit much with the nicknames. Lucky was actually quite calm and sweet but he's a cat, being evil simply ran in their blood.

And he was still stealing you from him, alone time with you included.

Tom hadn't been able to get some action because who knew cats were also master cockblockers. Okay, it wasn't exactly on purpose. Sometimes you just came home too tired, or sometimes it was Tom who was tired. Other times you weren't in the mood or he wasn't.

But, to back Tom's argument, most of your days off were spent training, playing or just being with Lucky. Any of your free time was spent with the demon rather than giving Tom some much-needed loving, in more ways than not.

So yes, he was still dubbing the cat as a cockblocker.

Now, he was feeling so utterly touch starved, needy, so when walked into your shared bedroom and saw that you weren't alone again, he'd had enough.

"Okay, that's it," he gritted, marching towards his side of the bed. He shot the two occupants with a pointed look, one hand on his hip as he pointed at the door. "You two, out."

"Why are you kicking them out?" you asked as you placed your phone on your nightstand. But judging from your smile, you already had a hunch as to what was happening.

"Because—" Tom cut himself off when the black abyss didn't even bother moving while Tessa already walked out the door. Throwing his hands up, he groaned, "Lucky, mate, you've already hogged her enough. My turn to spend some alone time with my girl, yeah? Go with Tessa."

Lucky looked at him with such a bored expression at first. But then, oddly enough, he actually listened, stretching with a big yawn before hopping off the bed. Once he was out the door, Tom basically ran to close it, locking it for good measure.

You heartily laughed at that.

"You haven't been paying enough attention to me," he complained, crawling over your form on the bed, bottom lip jutted out as he hovered over you.

"Aww, I'm sorry," you giggled, snaking your arms around his shoulders. "Just been busy with Lucky."

"Exactly!" he said, letting his arms give out, an 'oof' escaping your lips when he dropped his whole weight on you. Tom lifted his head only to shoot you another pout. "He's replacing me."

"He's not," you hummed, smiling as you brushed your finger through his hair. "Once we've settled on his routine, my attention won't be as divided."

"He keeps stealing you from me," he grumbled, littering your neck with kisses. "I feel so deprived of you this month—a whole fucking month, do you know how painful that is for me to be ignored by my girl for a month?"

"I haven't been ignoring you!" you laughed, prying him off slightly so you could cup his face. You stroked his cheek fondly with a smile. "You're just sharing my time, is all."

"And I don't like sharing." With a grimace, he added, "Especially with a cat."

You rolled your eyes. "So you're complaining because it's a cat?"

"I'll still complain even if it's a fucking rock," he grumbled, lifting himself to rest on his forearms, pressing his lips on yours with a sigh. "I miss you."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," you giggled against his lips, pulling away to meet his eyes. "How can I make it up to you, my love?"

"Well," he drawled, voice dropping an octave as he removed himself from you, sitting on knees before he teasingly played with the hem of your sweatpants. "There's a lot of ways you can make it up to me."

"Oh? Do tell," you hummed with a smirk.

"I'd rather show than tell."

He tapped your hip, you pushing it up so he could take your sweats off of you. Tom threw it somewhere on the floor, his own sweats joining soon after, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. With a smirk, he leaned down, kissing up your bare thighs, your fingers in his hair as you let him take his time in adoring every part of you he could touch.

His fingers took the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing it up. His lips never left you, following the trail of newly exposed skin from your stomach to your ribs, up, up, and up, only pulling away to fully remove the piece of clothing. Tom bit his lip as he found himself hovering over you again, bare chests pressed closely together.

"Is this why you kicked them out?" you giggled, a teasing glimmer in your darkened eyes.

"Yup," he said without hesitation, squeezing your thighs before he wrapped your legs around his waist. Smirking, he wriggled his brows at you. "It's adult time, baby."

You laughed heartily, the sound quickly replaced with a gasp, followed by a whimper when Tom pressed himself on you. He grinned, chuckling darkly,

"Looks like you missed me too."

•••

Tessa had been restless for the last couple of hours.

You took Lucky to the vet to get him neutered. Being that it was already a hassle to keep Tessa calm when Lucky gets taken into another room, you both found it best to leave her at home until it was time to pick you up.

"It's been two hours, not two months," he called out from the couch, sighing when she didn't even acknowledge him. She still hadn't moved from her spot on the door, her whining fluctuating in volume but never stopping. Tom checked his watch and stood up. Only then did Tessa get on her feet, rushing to him frantically as he took his jacket, keys and her lead. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to be twenty minutes early."

With traffic though, he got there right on time.

"Thank you! Have a good day."

Tom smiled once he heard your voice, your figure appearing in the waiting room not long after. Tessa basically dragged him to you the second she saw you.

"Hi," you greeted him with a quick kiss.

"Hey, love."

You looked at the dog by your foot, slowly crouching down so she could see Lucky. "Gentle, Tess, he's a little hurt."

"She was so worried about him," he pointed out. "She kept whining at the door as if he'd been gone for months."

"So just like you?" you hummed, smiling at him widely when you stood back up.

"Well, like father, like daughter, then." Tom shrugged with a grin before glancing at the cat in your arms, his brows furrowing. Lucky looked like he was half-asleep, eyes barely open with his tongue slightly sticking out. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, just drowsy from the anesthesia," you said, adjusting the cone around his neck before stroking him affectionately. "He's going to be a sensitive boy for the next week or so."

"A sensitive boy?" Tom scoffed, rolling his eyes at the cat teasingly before saying, "Lucky, you should man up and grow some balls—oh wait."

That earned him a smack on the arm.

"Ow!" he yelped more in surprise than in pain, staring at you before laughing out loud. "The opportunity was right there! I had to take it!"

"You're annoying," you grumbled, turning on your heel and heading for the door.

"Darling, come on," he called out, still unable to stop himself from giggling as he swiftly followed you when Tessa tugged at the lead. "It was a harmless joke."

You rolled your eyes, though the small twitch of the corner of your lips gave it away that you weren't really mad. If anything, you probably found the joke funny.

"How about I joke about cutting your balls off?"

"Pfft, that's not happening," he said confidently, throwing an arm around your shoulder once he reached your side

"What makes you so sure?" you asked with narrowed eyes.

Tom smirked, wriggling his brows at you suggestively.

"Because you like playing with my balls."

The way your eyes widened and your jaw dropped so quickly made Tom laugh so hard.

"You're ridiculous!" you squeaked, grabbing Tessa's lead off his hand before briskly walking towards the car.

"You didn't deny it though!" Tom chased after you in fits of laughter, only unlocking the car when he'd managed to catch up with you. He only earned another eye-roll. Chuckling, he opened the door for you, waiting until you and Tessa had settled before adding, "Besides, you're really going to waste my genes like that, especially mixing with yours? You know we'd make beautiful babies."

"Let's just hope they inherit my intelligence."

"Ouch," Tom gasped, placing a hand over his chest as he stared at you in shock.

"Let's go! Lucky needs to rest," you laughed, trying to pull the door close but Tom held onto it, leaning down to poke his head inside with a pout.

"Give me a kiss to make up for hurting my feelings first."

"You're such a handful sometimes, you know that?" you sighed, but still tilted your head up to kiss him.

"You love me, though," Tom hummed against your lips, his smiling widening when he heard your giggle.

"I do."

•••

Lucky might or might not be growing on Tom.

And it was all thanks to the fact that he'd been spending quite some time with the cat. Not by his choice, thank you very much, it was purely because you were getting busy with work while he had tons of days off. So, he was mostly left at home alone with the rascal and Tessa more often.

He was never going to admit that out loud, though.

Not when he was going to get so much shit about it. The boys teased him that one time they came over, applauding you for changing his "cat hater" attitude. Well, he didn't really deny the fact because he didn't hate Lucky, but that didn't mean he was overly fond of him either. What was even more annoying was that everyone was quick to be smitten with the spawn of Satan from meeting him only once.

So yeah, Lucky still annoyed him like...seventy percent of the time.

"Why are you yelling?" Tom groaned, glaring at the cat who kept pawing his leg while he enjoyed his cheat day snack in the kitchen. Given that he didn't have anything to film at the moment, he was able to indulge himself with not-so-healthy food without guilt. Brows furrowed, he showed Lucky the cake, his paw reaching for it. "You want some? But you're not allowed anything chocolate, though."

Tom watched as the rascal walked away and stopped in front of one of the cabinets. The cat looked at him and then looked up at the cabinet door with a meow. Curios, Tom followed him, opening to see what was inside before laughing.

"You know where your mum keeps the treats, huh?" he said, nodding at the cat, impressed. "Clever."

He walked out of the kitchen to look for his phone after that. Lucky followed him, loudly meowing in complaint that he was going the wrong way.

"I'm asking your mother first or she'll kill me," Tom explained, showing Lucky his phone before narrowing his eyes. "But I bet you'd love to see that, huh? No one to rival her affections anymore?"

When Lucky only stared at him with such an unamused expression, he opened his phone and tapped your contact.

"Come on then," he said, tossing his phone on the couch before making his way into the kitchen, the black abyss following him. When Tom opened the cabinet again, his brows furrowed. There was more than one type of biscuit on the shelf. He took two flavours and crouched on the floor, showing Lucky the packaging.

"Which one? Tuna or chicken?" Tom asked, the demon child pawing at the tuna, which he couldn't deny how impressive it was. Maybe Lucky did understand a lot of what was being said. Tom took one tuna biscuit and returned everything in the cabinet before handing it. "There you go, you rascal—don't bite my hand off!"

Lucky only stared at him before gently taking the treat. If Tom hadn't known better, he probably would've rolled his eyes, too. Like mother, like son, after all.

"Tess?" he called out, rummaging through the cabinets for her treats. "You want some, too?"

The staffy quickly appeared beside him, sitting down and waiting. Tom gave her one with a pat on the head.

"Now go and entertain yourselves, children," he hummed, watching them walk away with their treats before calling out, "No eating on the couch!"

•••

Tom woke up to something tickling his nose.

Peeking one eye open, he jumped slightly when he met big green eyes. Lucky was staring right at him with his paw in the air, slowly moving closer again to probably poke his face.

"Will you stop that?" he groaned, nudging him to get off the couch before rubbing his nose. Stretching with a yawn, he found Tessa and Lucky sitting on the floor, the two looking up at him expectantly. "I already gave you both lunch, what is it?"

Tessa spun around before rushing towards the door, Lucky chasing after her. Tom checked his watch, sighing as he slowly got up to get dressed.

"Walk, right."

With Tessa's lead in hand, he rummaged around, looking for Lucky's harness, frowning when he didn't see it anywhere. They mostly went on walks together, so the leads should be in one place, right? Then again, he did take responsibility with Tessa only while you took your demon child, including after you'd gotten home.

"Hey Lucky!" he called, a meow echoing around the house before the furball rubbed himself on his leg a few moments later. "Tell me exactly where she kept your harness?"

He didn't know if it would work—it probably wouldn't—but it was definitely worth the shot, willing to test how smart this spawn of the devil actually was. Tom's brow rose when Lucky actually moved. He followed him closely, up until he'd led him to the kitchen. Rolling his eyes, he said, "Not the treats, you heathen."

But instead of looking up, Lucky stopped at the cabinet beside the oven—which was where his harness was neatly tucked away, as Tom soon found out by simply opening it.

"You're smart, I'll give you that," he commended, crouching down to put it on him. "She still loves me more than you, though."

It was almost as if your demon child was mirroring you whenever Tom would say a bad joke because Lucky actually reached over to smack his hand.

"Ow! I was kidding!" he squeaked, pulling away quickly. Thankfully, his claws were retracted, whether that was on purpose or not, he didn't know. He also didn't want to find out. Clipping on his lead, he grumbled, "She loves us both equally, unfortunately."

•••

The walk had gone surprisingly well.

Then again, Lucky wasn't a fussy cat, so he and Tessa just strolled around the park without much tugging and running involved. Well, up until the squirrels and pigeons came into the picture. Tom was just thankful that the two weren't heavy, he would've been dragged around the pavement if otherwise. Even when they got home, Lucky went straight to the bathroom, just waiting for his turn while Tom cleaned up Tessa's paws.

Now it was a little past dinnertime. The two pets in the house had just finished their meals being the impatient crowd that they were.

But you weren't home yet.

It wasn't unusual for you to be out later than usual. But it usually did mean that you'd be tired when you got home. So, he took it upon himself to order take-out, since he really wasn't in the mood to cook something, either. Besides, cooking meant more mess to clean up after, and he'd rather have the rest of his night spent relaxing with you.

Tom's ear perked up when he heard the door click shut, followed by the rushing sets of paws clicking on the hardwood floor and of course, the evil screaming echoing around the place.

And that could only mean one thing.

"Hi, darling," Tom said, moving off the couch to pull you into his embrace.

"Hi," you hummed, wrapping your arms around his waist before tilting your head up to greet him with a kiss.

"I already ordered us dinner—" he stopped when he noticed the solemn look on your face, body slumped with the bags under your eyes. He frowned, cupping your cheek, stroking your skin softly. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just—long day," you breathed out, giving him a small smile before your attention got stolen by the screaming abyss by your foot. You crouched down to greet Lucky, Tessa following suit, earning soft giggles from you when both showered you with as much love as they could. "Hello there my babies."

Although when you stood back up, Lucky didn't stop screaming. He usually quieted down once you'd acknowledged him. That unless he wanted something specific of course.

"What is it?" you asked, following the furball of chaos when he skipped down the hall.

Tom was right behind the two of you and found you in the bathroom, your loud sigh echoing around the space as you stared at Lucky's litter box. His heart ached when he saw your shoulders deflate slightly, palm rubbing your face before you over the cabinet under the sink.

"Hey," he softly said, hands resting on your shoulders to stop you from doing anything else. His frown deepened when he felt how tense they were. He gently rubbed your muscles then, your whole body melting at the touch, eyes fluttering close with a pout. He tilted his head with a smile. "Why don't you go upstairs, hmm? Change into something comfy, relax for a bit and I'll come get you once dinner arrives."

"He won't go unless it's clean, and then he'll pee somewhere else," you explained, moaning when he moved his fingers to the sides of your neck, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

"I'll clean it."

That made your eyes snap open. You stared at him for a second or two, brows furrowed as if he'd just said the most ridiculous thing you'd heard ever.

"Come on," he scoffed, rolling his eyes teasingly. "I'm not above cleaning a litter box, give me some credit, babe."

"No, no, it's just—really? You'll do it?"

"Yes, really," he chuckled, smiling at you reassuringly. "You're obviously knackered. Now go, rest and put your feet up, my love."

You nodded with a smile of your own. "The scoop is in the holder right beside the box, gloves and trash bag under the sink, and then you take out the lumps by just scooping and shaking—"

"I've seen you do it, Y/N," he cut you off, giggling. "I got it."

"Okay, okay," you laughed, sighing in relief before leaning in for a quick kiss. "Thank you."

"No worries, darling."

He waited for your footsteps to disappear up the stairs before he glared at the fluff of death who was waiting by his litterbox.

"Why didn't you bother me about this?" he reprimanded, taking out the gloves and bag under the sink. Tom grimaced as he put gloves on, staring at the box for a good few seconds before admitting defeat and reached for the scooper. "You just assumed I wasn't going to do it, did you?"

Lucky meowed before moving to sit beside him, just watching as he cleaned up his litterbox.

"You know, you didn't have to stress your mum out more," Tom said, glancing at his companion before continuing his brutal task at hand. Scooping, shaking, putting it in the bag, repeat. "Sometimes she's tired from work and you've got to understand that."

The fur of evil merely looked at him before he started pawing at his arm with a meow, probably urging him to hurry up.

"I'm doing it! Be patient," he scoffed. Tom scrunched up his face when he scooped a particularly large clump, resisting the urge to gag. "You're not even fully grown yet but your shit is already so big."

Hearing the sound of paws over the hardwood floor, Tom glanced over his shoulder to see the pupper sitting just by the door. "Tess, you should learn how to clean this thing—and she's gone. She said nope," Tom chuckled, shaking his head.

"And once it's clean you're just going to shit on it again? All that hard work for nothing?" Tom placed the scooper back in its holder before standing up with a sigh, "You should learn how to use the toilet, mate, flush it yourself and everything."

Lucky simply sat there, staring at him.

"Go on, then," he encouraged, lightly nudging him with his foot. The cat sniffed the litter box before looking up at him with a meow.

"What? It's not clean enough for you?" he asked, gaping at Lucky who sat back down on the tiles and stared at the box, waiting. Tom crouched back down, taking the scooper with a groan, "You are such a diva oh my God."

He took out a few more lumps, making sure there weren't any left before standing back up. He raised a brow at the tiny devil. It was then that Lucky finally climbed inside the box and did his business. Tom rolled his eyes, disposing of the trash bag and then the gloves before washing his hand up to his elbows thoroughly.

He finished up just in time for dinner to arrive.

"Got it!" you called out. Tom was a second too late, only reaching you when the door had already closed shut. You turned to him with the bags already in your hands, smiling with a teasing glimmer in your eyes. "How did it go?"

"Dreadfully," he groaned.

You merely laughed, kissing his cheek. Tom rolled his eyes but couldn't stop his smile, taking the food from your hands before moving to the kitchen to prepare it.

•••

"About what I said about me wanting nothing to do with all the work when it comes to Lucky," he started, fingers continuing to rub soft circles on your shoulder blades as you sat between his legs, your back against his chest. It was just you two in the bedroom now, Tom giving you massages as you watched a film that was long forgotten. Dipping his head, he murmured against the nape of your neck, "I may or may not have changed my mind."

You shifted in your place, turning around to throw one leg over him until you were straddling his lap. Tom looked up at you fondly, hands resting on your waist once you sat down.

"He's growing on you, huh?" you hummed, pushing the stray hair that landed on his forehead.

"Nope," Tom answered quickly, making you laugh. He leaned in, kissing your jaw, lips trailing down your neck. He playfully nipped at your skin before pulling away. Gaze meeting with yours, he rubbed his hands up and down your back before continuing, "I'm doing this for you more than I'm doing it for him. I'd hate to have you be so drained from work and then come home and still have to take care of his stuff, especially when I've done nothing all day."

You hummed in response, encouraging him to continue.

"I mean, you help take care of Tessa whenever I can't. I think it's only fair I do the same with Lucky, too," he said. "Besides, they're fucking inseparable."

"They really are," you agreed with a smile.

"They won't even go on a walk without the other," Tom chuckled. "Plus, it won't be too hard since Tessa and Lucky basically have the same schedule with feeding, walking and hell, even bathing. The only difference is the brushing."

You tilted your head, palm resting on his cheek with that lovely smile of yours. "You've thought about this a lot, have you?"

"Maybe." Tom shrugged.

"Okay," you said, grinning widely. "From now on we both share the responsibility between the two children."

A squeak echoed around the bedroom when Tom flipped you over on your back, giggles following suit when he attacked your neck with kisses. Humming in delight, he trailed up your jaw, kissing your cheek, teasingly tugging at your bottom lip before he pulled away, face hovering just a couple inches from yours.

"One thing though, love."

"Hmm?"

"I don't think I can handle the litter box," he confessed, grimacing with an exaggerated sigh. "I know I've cleaned it once but never again."

"He rarely uses it when he regularly goes outside." you laughed.

"Then why does it have like, big clumps and everything?"

"That's his pee, too. It's clumping litter so it turns into a ball when it absorbs stuff," you explained, reaching up to push his hair away from his forehead. "So, no litterbox for you."

"I—" he paused, recalling all the times you didn't even complain about picking up Tessa's poo. With a sigh, he settled for, "We take turns."

"Tom, you don't have to if you don't want to," you said, nothing but honesty in your words with a reassuring smile to match. "I don't mind doing it all."

"Nah it's alright, it's my responsibility as a dad to our children."

You grinned at him, one that was way too bright and too proud for it to be innocent.

He eyed you suspiciously. "What?"

"You called them our children," you teased. "Meaning, you're considering Lucky as your child now."

"Don't get used to it," he groaned with a roll of his eyes, not bothering to refute your claim. Maybe he was considering it already, but he wasn't ready to say it out loud yet.

Sue him alright, his pride needed time.

He settled on the bed then, pulling you into his arms, his whole body melting as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his skin softly. He kissed your forehead in return before adding,

"And don't tell him. His ego will inflate."

You laughed at that.

•••

It was relatively easy to settle on the new routine for the next month.

You and Tom had taken turns with regard to responsibility with both pets. Whenever you were busy with work and he had a day off, he took on the duty of being a dog and cat dad. It was the same thing the other way around, of course. And when your schedules would coincide, you two would do it together. It was quite the family bonding, that's for sure.

He'd silently cursed himself for not doing it sooner—he was stubborn, alright—because having the chores divided between you two, actually gave you more free time to spend with Tom and Tom only, and he definitely took that as a win.

Also, in that month, Lucky had grown to actually like him to a point where he'd greet Tom with his usual evil scream whenever he'd arrive from a meeting or a night out with the boys.

Which wasn't exactly ideal when he got home a little late.

"Hey, Tess," he greeted the pup who met him halfway down the stairs. "Where's your demon brother?"

Tom got his answer when he reached your shared bedroom, pushing the door that was left ajar, wider.

"SHUSH! Don't wake her up, she's tired!" he hissed when the rascal practically screamed in delight when he saw him. Glancing at your sleeping form on the bed, he crouched down, giving Lucky a good scratch when he turned on his belly. "Yeah, yeah, hello to you, too."

Once he was left alone, Tom took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and got ready for bed. Reaching for his lamp, he turned it off, groaning once he saw Lucky hop on the mattress and settling in the middle.

"Move over and let me hold my girl, bloody hell," he grumbled, pushing the black abyss away gently so he could sneak under the covers. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, your back warm against his chest as he kissed the nape of your neck. Glancing at the foot of the bed, he saw Lucky there, sitting and watching. Tom stuck his tongue out at him. "Yeah, I'm cuddling with your mum, got something to say about that?"

You shifted in his hold, Tom throwing one last glare at Lucky to blame him for waking you up.

"Tom?" you yawned, turning to face him.

"Hi, my love," he whispered, kissing you softly before cupping your cheek, gently stroking your skin. "Go back to sleep."

You hummed, moving closer to his side. Tom laid on his back so you could rest your cheek on his chest. He was unable to stop his smile as he wrapped his arms around you. It wasn't even a minute later when you fell asleep again, your whole body relaxing as your little snores tickled the skin on his neck.

It was already dark in the room, and Tom had assumed Lucky had gone to bed with Tessa. But the light from outside his window was just enough for him to be able to make out the furball that started walking toward him a couple of minutes later.

"What are you up to, you demon child, you murdering me in my sleep?" Tom whispered, narrowing his eyes at Lucky who slowly climbed on his stomach. He didn't do anything to stop him, wondering exactly what it was the spawn of stan was doing. And then, Lucky laid down, snuggling into the blanket that covered his torso before purring.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm starting to like you, too," he hummed with a smile, scratching the back of his ear affectionately. Tom's eyes quickly snapped to you when you moved, sighing when you stayed asleep. He glared back at Lucky teasingly. "Don't tell your mum that or I will never hear the end of it."

Although the next morning—much to Tom's dismay—you were the first one who woke up. It was only later on he found out what had conspired. That you being able to get up before him granted you a sight that was adorable, but didn't do so well for his pride.

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