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[tomhollandfics]

He Said, She Said

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: absolute tomfoolery ensues when you and Tom suspect that the other thinks you’re dating but you’re both too shy to correct each other

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A week after you had wrapped filming a movie with Tom, you invited him to your house to hang out. Since the love story between your characters had been the backbone of the film, you’d grown particularly close to each other during the 8 months of filming. You had spent the last 8 months acting along side Tom as his crush, then girlfriend, and then wife. This was your first time seeing each other since wrapping and there were multiple times throughout the night where you had to catch yourself before you did something that you used to do when you played his wife. It was slightly confusing to spend 8 months acting as if you were in a relationship only for it to suddenly end one day. Tom felt the same way and often found himself about to go in for a kiss before he remembered he wasn’t actually your boyfriend. You both managed to catch yourselves just in time until the end of the night.

“Text me when you get home safe.” You said as you walked Tom to your door.

“I always do.” He smiled softly at you.

You smiled in return before wrapping an arm around him to pull him into a kiss. Tom instinctively kissed you back before he could process what was happening. You pulled away after a minute and stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“Bye, T.” You waved to him before shutting your door.

Tom stood outside your door for a full minute with his lips still pursed. He touched his fingertips to his lips and sure enough felt your sticky strawberry lipgloss still lingering there.

“Now wait a damn minute.” He said to himself as his confusion settled in.

It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d kissed him, but it was the first time you’d kissed him in the absence of any cameras or scripts. A surprised smile broke out on his lips until it settled into a confused frown. He turned around and went to his car where he sat for a long time, raking every inch of his moment for the moment your friendship became something more. When he came up empty, he took out his phone and texted his groupchat.

“emergency boy call” He texted and waited until the FaceTime notification appeared on his screen.

“What’s with the late night boy call? It’s almost midnight.” Harry asked through a yawn.

“Yeah. I was already balls deep into my YouTube deep dive.” Harrison complained.

“What were you watching?” Tuwaine asked him.

“Wig installation videos.” Harrison answered. “In case I ever need to install a wig.”

“That seems like a good use of your time.” Sam snorted.

“Guys.” Tom groaned. “I did not ask for a boy call for us to talk about whether or not Harrison will be installing a wig anytime soon.”

“I could do it if I wanted to.” Harrison mumbled.

“What did you need the boy call for?” Harry brought the focus back to Tom.

“I think Y/n and I are dating.” Tom admitted and held his breath as he waited for their responses. He could previously only see his friends ceilings, but all their confused faces appeared on his screen when he said this.

“What? You think?” Harry asked.

“I thought you guys were just friends?” Sam added.

“I thought that too.” Tom replied. “But we hung out tonight and she kissed me goodbye.”

“So? Haven’t you kissed a million times?” Tuwaine wondered.

“For scenes, yeah. Never just as us.”

“Cheek kiss or lips kiss?” Harrison asked.

“Lips.“

“Well was it a peck or a smooch?” Harry questioned.

“Uh, is there a difference?” Tom frowned.

“Big time.” Harry and Harrison said in unison.

“Well how do I know the difference?” Tom wondered.

“A peck is what you give your grandmum on the cheek. A smooch is slightly longer and involves head tilting.” Harrison explained.

“I don’t know. Her tongue was in my mouth. Is that covered under the smooch umbrella?”

“DAMNNNNN.” Harry and Harrison spoke in unison again as the shouted.

“That was way past smooch territory, my guy.” Tuwaine said through a laugh.

“Then what is it?” Tom asked his friends.

“A smackeroo.” Harry shrugged.

“I was just gonna say a smackeroo.” Harrison clapped his hands.

“That was no smooch. You got snogged, mate.” Sam said and they all nodded in agreement.

“Ew.” Tom grimaced. “No one says snog anymore. What are you, Angus Thongs?”

“Who the fuck is Angus Thongs?” Harry asked after a beat of silence.

“You know. That movie. Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging. It’s all about a girl who wants to snog Angus Thongs.”

“Mate, it’s Angus COMMA thongs COMMA and perfect snogging. The title is three separate phrases. Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging.” Harry explained.

“You thought the character was named Angus Thongs?” Sam laughed. “Why would the writers give him that name? What nationality would the surname “Thongs” even come from?”

“Can we get back to the reason of the boy call? Y/n freaking smooched me and I don’t know what it means.” Tom groaned.

“And that’s never happened before?” Tuwaine asked.

“No. This was the first time she did that.”

“So maybe it was just an accident.” Sam shrugged.

“Who accidentally kisses someone on the mouth?” Harry wondered.

“Exactly. That’s why I think we started dating and I didn’t realize.”

“How could that have happened? Wouldn’t you have realized if you guys made your relationship official?” Sam asked his brother.

“I don’t know. We’re so close and our relationship gets confusing sometimes. We’ve always have this unofficial thing between us where we’re not exactly together but not exactly “just friends” either. I’ve never really known where I stood with her.”

“This might not help,” Tuwaine prefaced, “but I was shocked the first time I met her and you told me you guys were just friends. You really seemed like a couple.”

“Yeah, that definitely didn’t help, but thank you so much.” Tom smiled tightly, feeling more confused than ever.

“He’s right though. You guys don’t act like friends act. Why do you think everyone assumes you’re dating? Even mom asked me if you two were bumping uglies.” Sam brought up.

“We’re not. Or maybe we are? I don’t know. What does bumping uglies even mean?”

“You’d know if you did it.” Harrison said and the rest of the guys agreed.

“Can you think of a moment when you might’ve become a couple?” Sam asked his brother.

“There are so many moments that it could’ve been. That’s why I’m so confused.” Tom whined and rubbed his eyes.

“Well think, man.” Sam urged.

“I don’t know. Maybe the last day of shooting? She said she didn’t want anything to change between us after we stopped filming. Maybe that meant she wanted us to be together like our characters were?”

“You can’t be “maybe” dating someone.” Harrison shook his head. “You need to find out for certain if she thinks she’s in a committed relationship with you right now.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” Tom wondered.

“I’ll do it.” Harry offered and his screen went to the “pause” icon.

“How?” Tom asked him.

“I just texted her asking if you were dating.” Harry replied and returned to the FaceTime.

“What?!” Tom shrieked. “Without discussing that with me first?”

“Wait, what happened?” Harrison asked. “I was watching a Dance Moms compilation.”

“Which one?” Tuwaine asked.

“Kelly and Christi being iconic.” Harrison said with a cheeky smile.

“Classic.” Tuwaine laughed.

“Guys.” Tom groaned. “Harry went rogue and texted Y/n.”

Meanwhile, you were doing your skincare routine when you saw your phone light up with a notification. You picked it up and saw the text from Harry.

“are you and tom dating?” It read. You frowned and looked at yourself in the mirror. Harry, being Tom’s brother, should know better than anyone that you and Tom were just friends. But the fact that he asked you made you second guess yourself. You wondered if there was a possibility that Tom thought you were in a relationship.

“did he say we were?” You texted back.

“yeth” Harry responded.

“Oh shit. Why does Tom think we’re dating?” You whispered to yourself and nervously chewed on your nail. You raked your brain for a cue that you might have missed of Tom suggesting that you should be a couple. Your relationship had always been flirty and wavering on the line between romantic and platonic, so it didn’t seem impossible to you that could’ve begun a romantic relationship with him without even knowing it. The more you thought about it, the more it seemed plausible that he had suggested you should be together without actually saying those words and you had agreed to it without realizing what you agreed to. If that was the case, you felt too guilty to correct Tom and tell him you weren’t actually dating. After all, you wanted to be his girlfriend. You just wished you knew when you had become it.

“yea we are” You finally texted back.

“Update. Y/n says you’re dating.” Harry proudly announced to the FaceTime call when he saw the message on his screen.

“She did?” Tom asked in disbelief.

“Yep. So you were right. You guys are officially a thing.” Harry confirmed. Tom sunk down in his seat and felt an explosion of different emotions. On the one hand, he was thrilled to finally be in a relationship with you. On the other hand, he felt sad that he had missed the moment when your friendship became more. He wished he could remember how it happened. But little did he know, it never happened.

“I’m so happy. I just wish I knew when it started.” He told his friends.

Meanwhile, you were in your bathroom, staring at your phone, wondering the exact same thing.

“When the fuck did we start dating?” You whispered to yourself.

The next day, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you were missing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t put together the moment when your relationship with Tom began. Instead of driving yourself crazy trying to remember, you decided to ask him to come over to see if you could get the information straight from the source.

“I know I just saw you last night but do you wanna come over today 🤠” You texted him.

“I’m on my way 🥵🥴🙄” He texted back within no time. You smiled to yourself and put your phone down to go get ready.

A half hour later, you heard a knock at your door that made your heart skip a beat. You smoothed your hair down before opening up your door.

“Hey you.” You smiled and leaned your cheek against your door.

“Hello darling.” He returned the smile. There was an awkward pause as neither of you knew of you were supposed to kiss or not. You both wanted to, but couldn’t tell if the other was expecting it or not. You both took a step forward, then moved back, before hesitantly moving into the middle again. Tom decided to take charge and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you into a kiss. You felt relived that he took the initiative and wrapped both arms around his neck to kiss him back. Tom felt so excited that this was finally happening that he lifted you off the ground and brought you inside without ever breaking the kiss. You laughed against his lips as he gently set you down.

“Won’t you come in?” You said sarcastically once you broke apart.

“Why, thank you. What a lovely home you have here.” He played along as you shut the front door behind you.

“What happened here?” Tom laughed when he noticed a open box of cereal on the ground with cheerios all around it.

“Oh, I uh, I fell.” You said and looked to the side.

“Did you throw an open cereal box at a spider again?” Tom asked skeptically.

“Maybe.” You mumbled.

“Darling. Just hit it with the-“

“The smackazine. I know.” You rolled your eyes. “I just get too scared to get close enough to actually smack it.”

“You should’ve called me sooner. I would’ve demonstrated the proper way to use a smackazine.” Tom said as he rolled up a nearby magazine and hit it against his hand.

“Oh yeah? And what exactly is the proper way?” You humored him and tapped your chin.

“Just like this.” Tom said before smacking you with the rolled up magazine. You screamed and ran away from him, only encouraging him to chase you. You ran from him and jumped over the couch but he caught up to you. And grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto the couch before smacking you all over with the magazine as he straddled your waist.

“Don’t hit me! Do I look like a spider to you?” You asked and tried to hold him off of you. Tom stopped smacking you and gave you a look.

“Do you want an honest answer?”

“Hey!” You pretended to be offended and ripped the magazine out of his hands to smack him with it. He laughed and knocked it out of you hands and when you were caught off guard by it falling to the floor, he held your face in one hand and kissed you. You melted into the kiss and pulled him closer by his shirt as the confusion from the night before melted away. Now that he was here, you didn’t care about getting answers anymore. You just wanted to enjoy your time with him. You made out on your couch for a while until you needed to pull away for air.

“I’m so happy we’re finally together. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” You said in a soft voice as you traced patterns on his cheek with your fingernail.

“So did I. I had no idea you felt the same.” Tom said as he stared into your eyes with a soft smile.

“I didn’t either at first. I wasn’t sure if I really liked you or if I was just caught up in the magic of filming. But I missed kissing you and acting like your girlfriend the second we wrapped. That’s when I knew my feelings were real.”

“So we started dating after we wrapped?” Tom whispered to himself as pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

“What was that?” You asked.

“I just said I knew it right away.” He quickly covered up. “I liked you from the day we met. I just never imagined you’d like me back. That’s why I never officially asked you out.”

“I knew it. That’s why I didn’t realize when we started dating. It’s because he never officially asked me out.” You thought but didn’t say out loud.

“You didn’t need to. I just knew.” You shrugged and smiled wider.

“I had absolutely no idea and he can never know that.” You thought inside your head but kept your smile.

“She can never know that I never actually asked her out. I’m glad she thinks I did so that I never actually had to do it, but she can never know the truth.” Tom thought to himself. You noticed from his expression that he was deep in thought and touched his face to get his attention.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked as you pushed some hair off his forehead. Tom snapped back to reality and smiled shyly.

“You. And how long I’ve waited to do this.” He said before connecting your lips in a kiss again. This time, it was interrupted by his phone buzzing.

“Oh. It’s my mum.” He read off his phone.

“What did she say?”

“She said Harry told her about us and now she wants a family dinner.” He said as the color drained from his face. The thought of sitting down for a family dinner where his brothers knew the truth about the ambiguity of the beginning of your relationship while you and his mom were in the dark put a pit of dread in his stomach.

“Aw. When?”

“Next Saturday. We don’t have to do it, though.” He said and hoped you’d agree.

“No, I’d love to.” You told him, making him gulp.

“You would?”

“Totally. It’ll make her happy and I love spending time with your family. It can be our first dinner date as an official couple.”

“All right. I’ll tell her yes.” Tom gulped again and reluctantly agreed to the dinner. He didn’t know how, but he knew the truth would come out at the dinner. That meant he had exactly a week to figure out how your relationship began or he’s have nothing to say when his mom asked at the dinner.

“Perfect.” You smiled, having no idea about the turmoil Tom was going through over this. He decided to push it from his mind and worry about it when he had to.

Tom ended up staying over the entire day despite having spent the whole day with you the day before. You cooked dinner together and felt like a couple that had been married for years instead of the new couple that you were. There was laughing, kissing, and a closeness that didn’t exist when you were just friends only a day ago. You loved this new relationship, but you couldn’t stop wondering when it began.

You ended up on the couch again after eating and laid on top of each other as you talked about whatever came to mind. You lost track of time as you chatted and eventually felt yourself growing tired. When you let out a yawn, Tom checked the time on his phone.

“Damn, it’s 1 am already? I should probably get going. I don’t want to keep you up any longer.” Tom said as he got off the couch.

“You don’t have to go.” You said and tugged him back onto the couch.

“I don’t? Don’t you want to go to sleep?” He asked genuinely. You didn’t make eye contact with him as you toyed with a loose string on your jumper.

“Well, I was just thinking. You would go home after hanging out when we were just friends. But since we’re dating now….” You trailed off and slowly looked into his eyes.

“I could spend the night?” He asked when he realized what you were hinting at.

“Only if you-“

“Yes.” Tom said immediately, making you laugh.

“Sorry. I meant, yes, I’d love that.” He said in a calmer tone as his heart beat out of his chest.

“Okay. Good.” You smiled coyly. “We could watch a movie or something.”

“Uh huh. A movie. Sounds good.” Tom was barely listening as he never took his eyes off you. You scrolled through Netflix for a few seconds before putting on something random. Neither of you had any intention of watching, you just wanted to see who’d make the first move.

The first twenty minutes of the movie went by with you and Tom sneaking glances at each other every few seconds. By the third time you made eye contact with him, you turned to face him.

“Are you enjoying the movie?” You asked with a coy smile.

“I don’t even know what movie is on the screen right now.” Tom answered honestly.

“Do you want to turn it off and do something else?” You asked innocently and scooted closer to him.

“Did you have something in mind?” He asked and slid closer to you.

“There is this one thing I think we could try.” You said, just inches from his face now.

“I think you might be a mind reader, darling.” Tom said before connecting his lips to yours.

You woke up the morning in Tom’s arms with your bedsheets tangled around you. You knew your sheets were stained with the scent of his cologne now and smiled at the thought of falling asleep to that later. You turned around in his arms so you were facing him just as he was waking up. He yawned a little as his eyes fluttered open and smiled the second he realized last night wasn’t a dream. You laughed shyly and covered your face with your hands, but he just pushed them away to kiss you.

“So.” He said as he stared into your eyes.

“So.” You sighed happily. “Breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry yet. I need to work up an appetite.” Tom said and climbed right back on top of you.

After a week, the day of the dinner had arrived and Tom still hadn’t figured out how your relationship began. You spent a majority of that week together and despite that, Tom was just as lost as he was the first time you kissed him. You, on the other hand, had completely forgotten about finding out when your relationship began. It wasn’t until you were on the steps of his childhood home that you realized that if his mom asked you how you got together, you wouldn’t know how to answer her.

“Are you ready for this?” Tom asked when he noticed the panicked look on your face. You quickly smiled and slipped your hand into his.

“I am. Cause I got you.” You said before knocking on the door.

“Ah! They’re here! Come in, come in.” Tom’s mom, Nikki, said when she opened the door. You both walked in and she pulled the two of you into a hug.

“I’m so glad you could make it. Come to the kitchen and I’ll make you a drink.” Nikki said as she led you to the kitchen. You went to say hello to Tom’s dad and brothers as Tom talked to his mom.

“So Tom, I’ve been dying to ask you. When did you guys finally get together?” His mom asked as he poured Tom a drink.

“Oh, uh….” Tom trailed off and pretended he was thirty. He took a long sip of his drink because he knew that once he stopped drinking, he’d have to answer his mom. When Tom’s drink finally ran out, he looked at the empty glass before looking at his Kim.

“Excuse me for a second. I have to…poop.” Tom lied and quickly dashed out of the room. He saw Harry and Sam in the living room and grabbed them both by the backs of their shirt collars. They both let out a yelp as Tom yanked them into the hallway.

“Boy meeting.” He whispered harshly and formed a huddle while Sam and Harry rubbed their sore necks.

“I need someone to find out how Y/n and I started dating because I cannot figure it out for the life of me.” Tom said in a low voice.

“How are we supposed to find out if you couldn’t?” Harry whispered.

“Because I can’t just ask my girlfriend when we started dating. But you can. Whoever gets the answer gets a million dollars.”

“For real?” Sam’s eyes widened.

“No, but I’ll let you try on the Spiderman suit.”

“Bullshit. I’ve already tried it on.” Harry scoffed.

“Me too.” Sam nodded.

“Same here.” Paddy said, making the other three jump.

“Paddy? When did you get here?” Tom asked.

“18 years ago. Thanks for noticing.” Paddy rolled his eyes. “And since when have you been dating Y/n?”

“I don’t know.” Tom, Harry, and Sam said in unison.

“Well what’s our incentive for finding out?” Paddy questioned and the other two agreed.

“Oh my God. Fine. What do you want?”

“A million dollars.” Paddy said.

“No.”

“A hundred dollars.” Sam suggested.

“No.”

“A dollar.” Harry said with a wicked smile.

“Yeah. Sure fine. I’ll give you a dollar.” Tom agreed with a roll of his eyes.

“Fuck you all I’m winning this.” Harry said and ran to find you. He soon found you setting the table in the dining room and approached you with and eerie grin.

“Hey there, sister in law.”

“Slow down.” You chuckled. “We’re not there yet. Tom and I have only been dating for….”

You trailed off when you realized you didn’t have an amount of time to give him. Harry hung on to your every word, thinking he was about to get the answer, only to be disappointed.

“…a short amount of time.” You said after a beat and hoped Harry wouldn’t notice. Harry 100% noticed and felt his eye twitch as he kept his huge smile.

“I know, you silly billy. I’m just so excited that you two crazy kids are finally together. So tell me, how did it finally happen?”

“He didn’t tell you?” You laughed nervously, beginning to panic now that Harry was asking the exact questions you didn’t have the answers to.

“Of course he told me.” Harry lied. “I just want to hear it from your perspective.”

“I’m sure I won’t have any details to add. It’s whatever he said.” You shrugged as you finished setting the table. Harry stared at you for a long time before letting out a sigh of defeat.

“You owe me a dollar.”

“What?”

“What?” Harry asked as he left the room. He found his brothers in the hallway and hung in head in shame.

“I lost. I’m gonna go kill myself so thank your girlfriend for me, Tom.” Harry grumbled and walked to his bedroom with his head hanging low.

“Don’t worry, Tom. Your big brothers got this.” Sam said and patted Tom’s shoulder.

“You’re not my big brother.” Tom pointed out.

“I know. That’s why I’m definitely gonna disappoint you.” Sam smiled proudly before leaving the hallway. He went and found you in the kitchen now and casually leaned against the wall.

“Hey you.” He smiled and poked your chest. You looked down at where his finger had been before giving him a strange look.

“No. I am not explaining how tampons work again. I already explained it once and it’s not my fault that you passed out.” You said and folded your arms.

“That’s not what I was gonna ask.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Although I still don’t understand how it stays up there with nothing to hold it up there.”

“I’m leaving.” You said and tried to walk away.

“Wait, I’m sorry.” Sam stopped you. “I just wanted to ask about you and Tom. I am just tickled pink that you two are finally together. Do tell me, how did that happen?”

“I’m not talking about this with you. You’re putting off a real creepy vibe right now and I do not feel safe.”

“What? You’re totally safe. Just tell me how you and Tom started dating or I’ll kill you.”

“See you later, Sam.” You chuckled and walked away. Sam let out a sigh and retreated back to the boys.

“How did it go?” Tom asked.

“I threatened to kill her.” Sam said quietly.

“Oh my God.” Tom groaned and rubbed his eyes.

“Leave it to me. I’m getting that dollar if it kills me.” Paddy rubbed his hands together and went to find you. As soon as you saw him coming, you grimaced and braced yourself for what was coming.

“Hey, Y/n.” Paddy greeted you.

“Why are you all being so weird today?” You whined.

“Hold tight. I haven’t even been as weird as I’m gonna be yet.” Paddy warned you.

“Oh no.” You groaned and looked up at the ceiling.

“I just want to know how you and Tom started dating and nobody gets hurt.” Paddy said and pulled out finger guns. You looked at his fingers guns and let out a sigh before pulling him to the side.

“I have no fucking idea.” You whispered to him.

“Huh?”

“Harry texted me like a week ago and said that Tom said we were dating and I felt too guilty to correct him and say that we weren’t because I didn’t want Tom to feel bad if he really thought we were dating. But then I thought that maybe we were dating and I just hadn’t realized it so I went along with it and now everyone keeps asking me how we got together and I have no fucking idea.” You whined and looked around incase anyone was listening.

“Oh.” Paddy frowned when he learned the truth.

“Paddy, you cannot tell Tom. He can never know. It’ll break his heart.”

“Uh huh.” Paddy nodded too many times and knew he was immediate going to tell Tom.

“Can you promise me you won’t tell?”

“I can promise you that.”

“Thank God.”

“For a million dollars.” Paddy continued.

“How about one dollar?” You folded your arms.

“Deal.” Paddy agreed. You pulled a dollar out of your pocket, handed it to him, and sent him on his way.

“Well? Did she tell you?” Tom asked when paddy came back.

“She did tell me. And then she bought my silence.” Paddy smirked and held up his dollar.

“What? What the hell happened in there?” Tom whispered harshly when he saw the dollar in his brothers hands.

“You’ll never know.” Paddy laughed menacingly before leaving the hallway.

“You all failed me. Now I’m never gonna know and she’s gonna find out and dump me and hate me forever. And it’s all your fault.” Tom said and pointed to Sam and Harry.

“Our fault? You’re the idiot who didn’t realize when he started his girlfriend.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah. You’re on your own now. In fact, I hope she breaks up with you and takes all your dollars.” Sam scoffed.

“Me too.” Harry agreed before walking away.

“Boys! Dinner!” Nikki called from the dinning room. Tom hung his head in defeat and trudged into the dining room. He took a seat next to you and gulped, knowing there was no more avoiding the question. You noticed Tom’s pained expression and put your hand on top of his.

“You okay?” You mouthed to him. Tom’s mom saw the interaction and smiled to herself.

“I’m so happy you two finally got together.” She sighed. “I knew it would happen. But come on now. I want details. How did it happen?”

You and Tom tensed up as the most feared questioned had now been asked. Everyone turned to look at the two of you and you felt the pressure rising.

“Oh. You know.” You laughed and waved your hand, hoping that would suffice.

“Actually, I don’t know.” Harry raised his hand to say.

“What? Who’s side are you on?” Tom whispered to him.

“Justice.” Harry whispered back.

“I haven’t heard the story yet.” Tom’s dad spoke up, making you both snap your attention to him with angry looks.

“Tom, why don’t you tell the story?” You said and patted his hand.

“No, no. You tell it much better than I do. You tell it.” Tom said and put his hand on top of yours.

“No, you. I insist.” You replied and put your hand back on top.

“Someone tell the fucking story.” Paddy deadpanned.

“Patrick.” Nikki gasped and looked at him.

“Who said that?” Paddy gasped even louder and looked behind him.

“It was…after…we wrapped.” Tom said slowly and carefully watched your face for any indication on if he was right or wrong.

“Yeah. We didn’t start dating until after we finished shooting.” You agreed with him. He thought he had guessed correctly while you thought you were finally finding out what really happened.

“But how did it happen?” Nikki urged. “Who confessed their feelings first?”

You and Tom looked at each other, expecting the other to answer. When you realized at the same time that the other was just as confused, you both started to get suspicious.

“Tom did?” You answered but it came out like a question. Tom frowned and furrowed his eyebrows because that did not line up with what little he knew. He would’ve remembered telling you how he felt and knew that he never had until after he thought you were together.

“I did.” He said, making you sigh in relief that you had guessed correctly.

“But only after Y/n told me how she felt.” He continued, confusing you all over again.

“Huh?” You blurted then quickly took a sip of water to make it look like you hadn’t said anything. It was too late, of course, and the family looked at you in confusion.

“Did you not tell him how you felt?” Nikki laughed in confusion.

“No, I did.” You quickly lied. You didn’t remember doing it, but clearly Tom thought you had, so you went along with it.

“Well what did you say? I want the romantic details, guys. How did you phrase it?” Nikki gushed.

“Aw, Tom. Tell your mom how I phrased it.” You smiled at him as you internally panicked. You didn’t have the slightest clue on how you phrased it since you had no memory of ever doing such a thing.

Tom, on the other hand, was just as lost as you were. He didn’t remember you ever telling him you had feelings for him. All he remembered was you kissing him goodbye that one night and then telling Harry that you were dating. If there had been a confession at any point, he surely would’ve remembered.

“No.” Tom said suddenly, making everyone look at him. You felt a jolt of dread, thinking he had realized that you didn’t know when you’d started dating.

“I won’t tell you because it was a special moment between us and I want to keep it private. For now, at least. Maybe we’ll tell you one day but for now, it stays between us.” Tom answered and put his hand back on top of yours. You sighed in relief and leaned in to kiss him to thank him for unknowingly saving you in that situation. Little did you know, Tom had just pulled that answer out of his ass and hoped his family would believe it so that he never had to and it that he had no idea how you ended up together.

To both of your relief, his family bought it. They thought Tom’s answer was perfect and therefore stopped asking questions. Tom didn’t know why Paddy laughed and shook his head when he gave his answer, but he decided not to question it. You got through the rest of the dinner and said your goodbyes after some tea and dessert. On the drive back to your place, Tom kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding your hand.

“That was a little stressful, I’m not gonna lie.” You chuckled as you looked out the window.

“A little? Darling, that was the most nerve wracking dinner of my life. I think my hair went gray a little just from sitting through that.”

“Aw, that’s okay. I still like you.” You laughed and squeezed his hand. He looked over at you with a smile before looking back at the road.

“Just out of curiosity, when do you think we got together?” You asked and held your breath waiting for the answer. Tom initially panicked at this question, then decided to bite the bullet.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“I didn’t even realize we were officially a couple until you kissed me that night.” Tom admitted and looked over at you to see your reaction. You were frowning, only because this answer didn’t line up.

“That night you hit me with the smackazine?” You asked.

“No. When we hung out the night before that.” Tom explained, only making your confusion grow.

“I didn’t kiss you that night.” You laughed in surprise. Tom tried to keep his eyes on the road but couldn’t help looking at you with wide eyes. The entire reason he thought you were dating was because you kissed him that night, and now you were denying it?

“Yes, you did. You 100% kissed me that night as I was leaving. And I’m glad you did because I wouldn’t have realized we were a thing if you hadn’t.” Tom said. You fell silent and when he finally looked over at you, you were looking at him with a stunned expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He laughed nervously.

“Tom, I did not mean to kiss you that night. It must’ve been out of habit since we had just finished filming. I didn’t even realize I had done it until now.”

“What?” Tom practically shrieked. “But that night, you told Harry we were dating.”

“Only because he told me that you said we were dating. I just assumed we had started dating without me realizing it.”

“But that’s what I thought.”

“Why’d you think that?”

“Because you kissed me goodbye that night!” Tom exclaimed and then went quiet.

“Ohhhhh.” You remembered it now. “I see now that this was my fault all along.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. We just confused each other.” Tom laughed now that guy had gotten to the bottom of the situation.

“Did we gaslight ourselves into thinking we were dating?” You laughed as well.

“I think we might’ve.” Tom nodded and looked over at you with a smile. You returned the smiled felt peace for the first time all night. Your relationship may not have started in a traditional way, but it started, and that was all the mattered.

“Honestly, I don’t care how it started. I only care that it never ends.” You told him, making his smile grow.

“So this is us confessing our feelings? In case my mum ever asks?” He teased.

“Your mom can never know the truth. This conversation stays between us.” You chuckled and gave his hand another squeeze.

“Darling, as long as there’s an “us” for it to stay between, I’m good.”

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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!

Thank you so much for the request! I really hope you enjoy it 🥰

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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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spidey kisses | tom holland

pairing: tom holland x youtuber!reader

summary: tom gets a little jealous when he finds out, through your old high school journals, that another spider-man had your teenage heart

warnings: a tiny bit of cursing i think

words: 1.7k

a/n: i wrote this??? after almost a year without writing anything??? what??? this is so random, i know but i had this idea a long time ago so when inspiration finally came i decided to just do it lol this is another part of my youtuber!reader series but it can also be read on its own. i really hope you guys like it, pls let me know what you think, your feedback is always appreciated 🫶

You positioned your camera on top of one of the dozens of boxes filling your soon-to-be, old living room. The box labeled KITCHEN was the chosen one to work as a tripod, and as you adjusted the lenses of your camera, you prayed it’d be stable enough for you to film your video. “You ready?” Tom asks as he exits the kitchen, rubbing his hands together. “Almost. Sit down so I can make sure it’s centered.” You tell him, watching in the visor of your camera as he takes a seat on your sofa.

Once everything is ready, you press the play button and start recording, before taking a seat next to your boyfriend. “Hi everyone, welcome back to my channel! I have a special guest with me on today’s video, which isn’t that special anymore since he likes… shows up in every other one of my videos now. No offense." As you turn your head to look at your boyfriend, you catch his dumbfounded expression. “Some taken.” He feigns being upset about your words before introducing himself to the camera.

With a shake of your head, you continue. “If you follow me on Instagram, then you already know this but… we are moving.” You and Tom say in unison. “Actually, I am the one moving.” You correct yourself. “Yeah, we were basically already living together so it just didn’t make sense having two separate places,” Tom explains to the camera. “So now I’m moving out of my apartment into this one’s place.” You bump your shoulder against your boyfriend and he smiles at you.

“Anyways, my living room is now full of boxes, so much so that my camera is currently sitting on top of at least three of them.” You laugh. “The thing is, when you move, you end up finding stuff you didn’t even know you had, and that’s exactly what today’s video is about.” You tell the camera, getting a box from behind your couch. “As I was looking through my old stuff, I found these.” You laugh at Tom’s clueless face. “These are my high-school journals.” You say, watching as he starts eagerly rummaging through them. “Holy shit! I can’t believe you still have it.” Tom exclaims, already picking one. “Right? So yeah, I thought it’d be fun to go through them and see what my teenage self was like. Oh, and embarrass myself, of course.” You laugh, watching as Tom flips through the pages.

Once your boyfriend finds something, he turns one of the pages to you. “Look at this!” He says excitedly, showing you a page full of collages of One Direction pictures. “Oh my God, I was a real One Direction fan when I was younger.” You say, already feeling your cheeks burning. “Can I show them?” Tom asks. “Go ahead!” You nod, laughing at his excited expression. “You’re really having fun with this, huh?” You laugh, going back to the pages. “You have no idea!” Tom says with a huge smirk on his face.

After flipping through more pages, you found an entry that makes you laugh. “August 9: “Today was a good day. Brendan asked what brand my sneakers were. I told him: “Adidas”, and he said: “Nice!” before walking off.” God, I can’t believe I’m putting this out there on the internet. You remember Brendan?” You asked, feeling your cheeks grow warm. “Not really. Was he your crush?” Tom said, a smirk still plastered on his lips. “Yep! I think we’ll see him pop up a lot of times here.” You said, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s smug look.

As you continued to look through the journals, you kept finding more and more entries about Brendan, just like you thought. “August 15: “Today Brendan gave me a hug. He said I smelled good and when I said he did too, he laughed. I like his laugh. I think I’m in love with him.” Oh, you’re not honey!” You laughed, feeling embarrassed. “Oh, that escalated quickly!” Tom let it out while searching your other journal. “That’s not fair! All you have here is One Direction collages.” Your boyfriend groaned. “Yeah, I think that one was like my scrapbook. This one has the good stuff.” You laughed.

With a little more rummaging, Tom showed you a page covered with The Hunger Games pictures. “Ah yes, my old The Hunger Games days.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, who seemed pretty entertained with a page dedicated to Peeta. “I definitely remember him being your favorite,” Tom asked. “Yeah, he still is and to this day I still love this franchise.” You proudly exclaimed, watching your boyfriend nod. “Yeah, they’re pretty good.” Tom let it out.

Bringing your attention back to the journal in your hands, you found an entry that made you laugh. “Oh, this is a big one! September 22: “Brendan and I shared our first kiss today. It was perfect, I just wish we had more time before Ashley saw us.” You read, looking at your boyfriend to gauge his reaction. “Was that your first kiss?” Tom asked. “No, my first kiss was with a guy named Lucas, behind one of the school’s gates. The headmaster caught us and we got suspended.” That made your boyfriend laugh, to the point he was clutching his stomach.

“I honestly don’t remember any of this,” Tom mumbled. “Yeah, you were kinda busy becoming an international movie star.” You smiled, earning a roll of eyes from him. “Who was this Ashley girl?” Your boyfriend asked, giving you his full attention. “I think she liked Brendan at the time, I don’t actually remember.” You said, trying to work through your memories. “What I do know is that Brendan and I didn’t last long after that.” You shrugged. “Bye Brendan.” Tom gave the camera an adorable little wave, making you chuckle.

After a couple of minutes, you turned to your boyfriend, who seemed pretty into this whole thing. “Did you find anything good?” You asked. “Nah, just more collages of One Direction.” He shrugged, turning a few more pages before stopping on one of them. “Oh, my God!” Your boyfriend gasped, turning the journal away so you couldn’t see what he had found. “What?” You asked, watching as his eyes grew wide. “What is it? Is it bad? Tell me!” You practically pleaded, wanting nothing more than to reach for the journal and snatch it out of your boyfriend’s hands. “I cannot believe you did this!” Tom shook his head, seemingly disappointed with you. “What did I do? Stop gatekeeping it from me.” You begged, finally getting Tom to show you what he was hiding.

Two whole pages of the journal were covered with pictures of Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man. In the center of it, a heart with another picture of Andrew and the words: “Favorite Spider-Man Ever” scribbled in your handwriting. “Oh shit!” Was all you could say, as you tried your best to keep yourself from laughing. Tom kept looking at you as you fought back your smile. “I’m sorry, baby!” You tried hugging your boyfriend but he pushed you away. “You really hurt my feelings with this one.” Tom choked, using all his actor qualities to fake a few tears.

Reaching for the journal, you found more pages filled with Andrew Garfield and Spider-Man pics. “God, I remember being obsessed with the Spectacular Spider-Man movies.” You added, flipping through more pages. “This is humiliating!” Tom mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment. “Shut up! You were a big fan too.” You exclaimed, biting back a smile. “Not to the point of writing about him in my journal.” Your boyfriend whined, making you chuckle. “In my defense, I didn’t know you were going to play Spider-Man one day when I wrote this.” You gave Tom your best puppy eyes. “I think we should talk about this whole moving situation,” Tom mumbled, and you could see he was holding back a smile. “Oh, shut up!” You laughed, flipping him off.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Tom take his phone out and snap a picture of some of the pages. “What are you doing?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “I have to send these to Andrew.” Your boyfriend replied, a huge smirk dancing on his lips. “No fucking way!” You exclaimed, taking his phone out of his hands. “What? Why not?” Tom asked, biting back a smile. “Are you kidding? I will not be able to look at his face anymore.” You said.

Closing both of the journals, you stuffed them back into the box they came from. “Oh, c’mon!” Your boyfriend tried again but you were not having it. “Don’t even waste your time. You’re not convincing me.” You told him. “I’ll just send him this video.” Tom shrugged, laughing at your murderous expression. “Don’t you dare, Thomas! I’ll cut your balls off!” You said, giving him a warning look.

After checking for how long you’ve been filming, you decided it was time to end the video. “Well, I think that’s enough for today. Maybe we can come back another time to look through my other journals. As always, make sure to give this video a big thumbs up if you liked it, and don’t forget to subscribe to my channel if you haven’t already. Anything to say?” You turned to your boyfriend. “Thank you for having me once again. It was really fun!” Tom smiled, putting one of his arms behind your back. “Thank you for watching, I love you guys and I’ll see you in my next video. Bye!” After a little wave, you got to your feet and turned the camera off.

As you turned back to your boyfriend, you caught him already looking at you. “You were not actually jealous, right?” You asked, wanting to make sure you two were good. “Nah, I was just playing along,” Tom said, watching as you approached him and collapsed on his lap. “Good, because Andrew could have my heart back then but you one hundred percent own it now.” You smiled, folding your arms behind his neck. “Yeah?” Your boyfriend smirked, taking hold of your hips. You nodded, lowering your mouth to his. “Now give me a kiss, Spidey!” The words had barely left your lips before Tom captured them on his own with such fervency you doubted his previous words.

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Winner winner, Chicken Dinner

pairing: Soccer!College!Tom Holland x Quiet!Reader

summary: Tom teases and gushes over his shy bookworm of a girlfriend, which includes bringing her everywhere with him and making sure she’s well fed (requested by anon)

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“Come on baby, you aren’t coming to my game?” Tom whined into Y/n’s neck, his lips kissing her neck softly, his hands groping her chest affectionately before moving down to her waist. “I-I don’t know Tommy, we haven’t actually made ourselves official in the school” Y/n gasped looking around the library, thank God she usually chose the secluded tables at the back.

“I don’t care love, we can make it official today or something, come on I brought you my soccer shirt to wear. All the other guys are bringin their girls” Tom pouted pulling back to pull the shirt showing “Holland” and the number 7 on the back, before putting the shirt into his girlfriend’s bag on the table filled with books.

“I’ll see okay? I found this new book series and I have that solo project due on Tuesday-“ Y/n rambled fixing her t-shirt, Tom’s brown eyes seeing her start to panic at the thought at being in such a crowded place, knowing how much she valued her own private space; which is what made it so funny as to how she started dating Tom.

The poor boy doesn’t leave her alone at all, whether it’s lowkey checking her out in the hallways, giving her secret rides home and the amount of nights he comes over to Y/n’s house just to see her. Hell Y/n’s parents at this point were prepared to give Tom his own set of keys to their house, this man didn’t know what space was when it came to Y/n.

“You know what? It’s okay you don’t gotta come love, I know how crowded places get you. But you have to promise that we go out to eat after we win” Tom smirked wiggling his eyebrows at his girl, watching her start to grow flustered before kissing his cheek and nod excitedly.

“Okok I promise Tommy, I l-love you” She said looking at the ground, then the ceiling, basically anywhere but Tom’s eyes, feeling his fingers hold onto her jaw,

“Say it louder, didn’t quite hear you” He teased placing a kiss onto the corner of her mouth, “I love you, n’ I promise to go out with you tonight” Y/n said more confidently this time, her hands twiddling with each other under the comfort of her hoodie (which was actually his, but he lets her off with it) “I love you too baby” Tom replied happily, kissing her lips one more time before setting off for some last minute soccer practice until his big match later on today.

Y/n looked at the black and white shirt sitting on top of her backpack, a fog of doubt clouding her head as she closed over her new book and textbooks. Instead choosing to take off Tom’s hoodie she was wearing, putting on his soccer shirt, the smell of his cologne still fresh on it. Packing up her book bag she headed into the corridor, watching the rest of the student body dressed in the school colours start to head to the football pitch.

Once she was out to the pitch she saw the other players’ girlfriends sitting on the front row, the typical but nice well known girls, but not really Y/n’s type of crowd. Y/n instead climbed to the highest row of seats, deciding on wanting to have a full view of the match. Within minutes the referee’s whistle blew and on came Tom, his usual gear on, but something was different this time.

Why was there a heart stitched onto the left side of his chest?

This wasn’t Y/n’s first time at one of his games, but it was her first time since they started dating 5 months ago. Time was slowly picking up in the match, with the scores being tied 1-1 with the opposing team, Tom was very visibly stressed out. His rands roughly combing through his hair every few seconds, there were a few run ins and shoves with the opposite team, lots of swearing and arguing with the referee. But that was just the game.

With only a few minutes left, Tom’s team was awarded a penalty with him being asked to take it. The crowd went silent watching Tom run up to take the goal, and Y/n swore this was more suspenseful that any book she had ever read.

AND IT’S IN

The whole section of them jumped up screaming, next thing you know Tom had kissed his palm before placing it onto the heart stitched onto his shirt, something that made Y/n’s heart beat a million times a minute. Realising she was the only one left standing from the crowd she felt embarrassed, only for her eyes to meet Tom’s which were now as wide as saucers.

“BAAAABYYYY” Tom Shouted cupping his mouth with his hands, his chest heaving once he stopped, thanks for that Tom

Y/n thought watching everyone’s head turn towards her, as Tom jumped the fence and began running up the steps to her seat.

“Y-you came, you actually came, A-AND YOURE WEARING MY SHIRT!” Tom gushed hugging her tightly to him, jumping up and down like a kid at Christmas. “W-well yeah I wanted to come support my boyfriend” Y/n said pulling down his shirt to look at it clearly, it was a heart stitched with her initials on it

“Oh! Baby that’s for you, just so you’re with me even if you don’t come to my games. Every goal is for you love” Tom said giggly, his cheeks starting to go a bit red, “I love it Tommy, and I love you even more”

Y/n said quietly just enough for them two to hear, the rest of the students had now basically left with the match being over. “Really?! I mean, of course, I love you too Y/n/n” Tom said clearing his throat, watching his teammate hand him up his duffel bag, before saying their goodbyes.

“Don’t you wanna go celebrate with the boys first?” Y/n asked confused watching the rest of the team walk out with their coach, trophy in hand. “Nah i’d rather celebrate it with my girl, just you and me and some good food” Tom said wrapping his arm around her shoulder, taking her book bag off her shoulder and carrying it himself. “That sounds good to me Tommy” Y/n said looking up at him, her hand holding onto the one wrapped around her as they headed to his car

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Last Christmas - Tom Holland

Happy 2nd of Advent! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader is spending Christmas with her closest friends, meaning her ex-boyfriend will also be around. Tom, the reader's best friend, is right there to save the day, or is he?

Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, fake dating, friends to lovers

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader (2.2k words)

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Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away

Snow kept falling from the sky, covering trees, nearby cars and the roof of nearby houses. She didn’t dare avert her gaze, not wanting to miss the powdery substance she has longed for in the past weeks. Silence engulfed her, allowing (y/n) to sort through her thoughts, trying to prepare herself for the upcoming days. By now she couldn’t help but curse herself for giving in, for saying yes to her friends' invite, very well knowing that he would be around.

The reminder of last Christmas kept her awake late at night, how she had watched her boyfriend kiss their mutual friend, trying to hide whatever was going on between them from the girl that had obliviously said “yes” to him only a day earlier. (Y/n)’s heart was bleeding at the mere thought of the pain he had pushed through her, how he had ruined that something special that had been in the process of evolving. 

Now she could only hope that this Christmas would pass by in a blur, grateful that Tom was around, the only one she could rely on, or so it felt like. Tom and (y/n) had been friends ever since sharing a table in school, forced to work together by their teacher, and yet a friendship stronger than one could imagine had pushed them closer and closer together.

Tom had been right there to soothe her pain, allowing (y/n) to stay with him for a while, till she got back on her own two feet. Every step had been supported, every decision made with his help, the one she could blindly trust. 

“Tea?” Tom’s voice echoed through their friend’s living room, eyes drawn from the big windows to find his frame. He was wearing a knitted sweater, made by his mother, a similar one like she was wearing. A soft smile found its way to (y/n)’s lips, guided by the wave of comfort his voice managed to push through her. 

Soft words were shared as Tom plopped down next to her, instinctively opening his arms to draw her in further. Both fell into a comfortable silence, relishing in one another’s closeness, watching the snow fall as their hearts kept beating on. And once again (y/n) found herself wondering how life would be like with Tom as her partner.

A thought she has been haunted by for the past months. 

There had always been something about Tom that drew her in, something which was anything but friendly. She was too scared to address it, not wanting to ruin what kept their friendship alive, but nevertheless, (y/n) couldn’t stop her thoughts from coming up with daydreams about Tom. Innocent moments she longed for. 

“Do you think there’s still enough time for us to leave? Why don’t we spend Christmas together, just the two of us?” Before (y/n) could reply to Tom’s teasing words, the voice of her ex-boyfriend was ringing in her ears, eyes snapping towards the door. She hadn’t seen him since January, keeping her distance as he moved in with his now fiancée, building a life (y/n) and he could have shared.

Tom tightened his grip on her, keeping (y/n) close as their friends greeted the couple. She didn’t dare move, unsure how to make it through the moment she had feared for the past weeks. 

“Tom and (y/n) are already around, why don’t you join them in the living room?” Kate’s voice filled the house, overpowering the soft huff of air that left (y/n). No longer did she have the time to overthink the words she should speak, no longer did she have the time to prepare herself for whatever was about to roll upon her like an avalanche set on burying her. 

“Look at you! You’ve changed so much, (y/n).” The words left her heart aching, torn to shreds as she forced a tight smile onto her lips. She briefly hugged the couple, trying to keep her distance, searching for Tom's comforting warmth. “It’s good to see you two, I didn’t know you would come together.” 

Tell me, baby, do you recognise me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me

While (y/n) found herself confused by her ex-boyfriends words – Tom had always been around, keeping close – Tom cleared his throat, reaching for (y/n)’s middle before she moved away, “Well, you know, we’ve been dating for a while now. But it’s our first Christmas as a couple.”

And for a moment nobody dared to speak up, faces full of confusion. But while Tom’s eyes found (y/n)’s wide ones, Kate reappeared from the kitchen, staring at the two with the same surprised expression as (y/n)’s ex-boyfriend and his now fiancée, “Since when are you guys dating?”

“Surprise, I guess,” (y/n) forced the words from her pressed together lips, followed by a chuckle as she felt Tom slightly relax behind her. “We wanted to wait till Christmas to tell you guys.” 

Tom pulled her closer to press a kiss against her temple, adding more weight to the lie. Both didn’t miss the sour expression tugging on her ex-boyfriend’s features, murmuring a small “Congratulations” as the two women drew them in for an excited hug. Though the second the attention was drawn from them, focusing on the evening ahead, (y/n) reached for Tom’s hand, pulling him into the kitchen. 

“What was that?” She spat her words, hoping to keep her voice quiet, not wanting the others to notice that something was clearly wrong. 

“I panicked, okay? I know how uncomfortable you feel around him and it somehow just bubbled out of me.” Tom whispered his words, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, seemingly embarrassed about the stunt he had just pulled. For a second all (y/n) could do was stare at her best friend, eyes wandering over his rosy cheek, down to the lower lip he forced his teeth into. 

“It’s alright, thank you for wanting to support me. I guess all we can do is try to pull this off till Sunday.” They’d have to make it through the upcoming two days, putting on an act that could fool their closest friends. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as hard, perhaps they could play into the emotions buried deep within them, like flowers blooming after the cold passes by. 

“I didn’t know you guys were dating.” Her ex-boyfriend’s voice ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, eyes drawn from her book. She stared at the man for a moment or two before she let her eyes flicker back down. Perhaps she could simply ignore him, perhaps she could try and focus on something to let her attention slip. “There’s no need for you to be rude.” 

“Excuse me?” A humourless chuckle rumbled through her, forced to close her book as he came to a halt in front of the sofa she was sitting on. “I think I have every right to be angry, furious even.” 

“Oh come on, it’s been a year, grow up, (y/n).” He scoffed, staring down at her with a smirk tugging on his lips, clearly enjoying that he was getting under her skin. She rose from her seat, trying to press herself past him. Her eyes met Tom’s, who was just about to enter the room, wanting to save her before the situation could escalate. 

I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice, my God, I thought you were someone to rely on

“Everything alright in here?” Tom’s voice was sharp, speaking a clear warning (y/n)’s ex-boyfriend seemingly didn’t pick up on. He reached for her wrist, forcing (y/n) to a halt before she could find safety in Tom’s arms. 

“We aren’t done here, (y/n).” She ripped herself free, spitting an emotionless “Fuck You” before she reached for Tom’s hand. No words were shared as she pulled him upstairs to their shared room, glad that they were now engulfed by nothing but silence. Tom didn’t speak up, at least for the next few moments, allowing her to press herself against his chest, face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“What can I do, love?” It was just above a whisper, and yet it seemed to be enough to let (y/n) raise her head from his shoulder. Their eyes met like moths drawn to a source of light, clearly projecting the emotions thumping through their veins. The heat inside her system guided her, needing to feel something to release her pent up frustration. 

“Distract me, please.” Tom raised his eyebrows, not knowing what she was asking of him. And yet before he could ask another question, (y/n) had pressed her lips against his, finally kissing the man she had been crushing on for the past years. It took him a few seconds to react to the unfamiliar touch, trying not to overthink the situation. 

“I,” Tom chuckled, trying to express whatever was rushing through his brain like bolts of lightning dancing across the sky, but his rambling was cut short before he could even speak the first vowel. (Y/n) pressed her lips against his once again, not able to speak, still full of anger, hate and confusion. 

He guided her back to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress without breaking the kiss once. Only as he allowed his lips to wander, kissing their way down her throat, did Tom part from her, smirking in victory as he found her spot. She was moaning for him, eyes squeezed shut in hopes of drowning out every thought wanting to distract her, needing to focus on the moment and Tom’s touch. 

“Fuck, what do you want me to do, sweetheart?” Tom’s voice grew raspy, lower than she had ever heard him speak, sending another wave of heat through her body. 

“Need you, Tom, please. Need you to fuck me.” Her words were met with a chuckle clawing through Tom. He helped her out of her sweater, eyes focused on her now exposed skin. Cold hands cupped her breasts, exploring every inch of the body Tom had dreamt of for years on end. Moans echoed through the room, sound followed by the rustling of fabric, helping one another out of the confines of their clothes. 

“Don’t waste any time, please,” she begged Tom, needing to feel him close. Their lips met again before he reached for his wallet, before he ripped the condom open and rolled it down his cock. Their kiss drowned out the moan clawing through (y/n) as he pushed into her, engulfed by her tightness. 

The moment had something so ethereal to it, something neither Tom nor (y/n) could put into words. And for the first time since they’ve arrived at this house, she could silence her thoughts, fully focused on the feeling of her body meeting Tom’s over and over again. He didn’t give her much time to adjust, fucked her ferociously as if they were working on a time limit. 

Even though the moment was somewhat rushed, needing to fuck their emotions out of their systems, it had something so raw to it. Their hearts were racing, communicating without needing any words to do so, clinging to one another like lost wanderers putting their trust into one another. 

“You feel so good, fuck, we should have done this much sooner.” Tom pressed his words past his lips, face nuzzled into the crook of her neck to silence his sounds. Her moans urged him on, begging Tom to push her to her limits, falling off the cliff with him soon following. His hand found her core, circling her bundle of nerves to add more pressure, hoping to hear her moan for him again. 

Her fingernails left marks on his back, reminders for days on end he’d carry with pride, hoping to get lost in the memories of this very moment. He felt her squeeze his cock, clearly close to her breaking point, ready to let go with his name burning on the tip of her tongue. Tom rose his head, wanting to watch her come undone with a proud smile tugging on his lips. 

She moaned his name as her orgasm rocked through her, forcing (y/n) to close her eyes, relishing in the intense feeling. Tom gave it a few more thrusts before he gave in, collapsing next to her on the mattress.

No words were spoken as his now warm hand found hers, not yet ready to let go of her. “Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to lie to them.” Tom murmured his words, eyes finding (y/n)’s twinkling ones. And with a chuckle rumbling through her, (y/n) pulled him in for another kiss. 

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special

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Have a merry little Christmas too and thank you for doing what you do 🤗🎄❄️✨️

thank you so much! sorry for late reply but hope you had a great Christmas too x

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lesson learned masterlist [tom holland smut series]

Pairing: Tom Holland x female!reader

Description: Ever since you met the mentor for your study subject, Tom Holland, you set yourself the goal of being spread across his desk and being fucked senseless by him someday. You try everything in your power to achieve that goal.

Tags: smut, ta!tom, tom with authority over reader, college!tom

Total series word count: 22.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ DNI if you're a minor, mention of slut-shaming, swearing, consumption of alcohol (no intoxicated sex though!) [see under the cut and individual chapters for specific warnings]

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five

Extras: Pics of Tom that make me think of this fic (re: lesson learned tag on my blog)

Extended warnings: (female) masturbation, fingering (f receiving), spanking, oral (m receiving), kinky sex, nipple sucking, PIV, protected sex, dirty talk, dom!tom if you squint

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I’ll probably forget to post tomorrow so MERRY CHRISTMAS to you all! Hope you have a lovely day!

I’m bored so if any of you have any questions, send them to my inbox :) they can be account related or personal ❤️

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Christmas Fics

* = smut

White Christmas - @wazzupmrstark

every year on christmas morning the hollands wear matching pajamas... yeah they’re one of those families

Traditions With A Twist - @wazzupmrstark

meeting tom’s parents for the first time and spending the holidays with them

First Christmas Together - @sunshinehollandd

you and tom spend your first christmas together as a couple

Underneath The Tree - @allmyspideys

all you wanted was a loud christmas, but after tom’s flight gets cancelled, you’ll be spending christmas alone… or so you thought

Under The Mistletoe - @softspideys

it might just take a christmas miracle to bring you and tom together

* Christmas Present - @starktonyx

christmas sex with your husband tom on the floor right next to the christmas tree

Christmas Treats - @hollandarling

it is your first christmas with tom as a married couple - trying to do some baking for your friends and family leads to some fun in the kitchen

Snowed In - @softholand

you and tom are neighbors but you don’t get along very well, what happens when you’re forced to spend christmas with him?

Lonely Holiday - @starksparker

it’s supposed to be yours and tom’s first christmas together but a snowstorm seems to have other plans

Love To Call You Mine - @poppysparker

she’s got somebody else’s eyes but you love her as your own. or, tom has a daughter from a previous relationship, but she’s your little best friend with honey eyes

The Set Up - @nothingbutimagines

when y/n comes back home for the holiday season to visit family after another long semester at uni, her family takes it upon themselves to invite her old crush, tom, to christmas dinner in the hopes of setting the two up together

Single All The Way (Series) - @heyhihellowhatsup0

when tom finds out he has to go home for christmas, he decides to formulate plan so he doesn’t have to run into his ex alone. you.

Not Another Christmas Without You (Series) - @heyhihellowhatsup0

you left the small town life behind to embrace the city life you dreamt about, but when a friend’s wedding invite arrives, your prior life comes rushing back in the form of an old best friend whom you left on a very bitter note - tom used to mean everything to you…but can you repair what tore you both apart? or will it just be another blue christmas?

And I Always Will - @watchmegetobsessed

best-friends to lovers where feelings are confessed at a christmas company party

Gift Wrapping - @imaginesmai

gift wrapping is the worst part of christmas - tom is the best one

Holiday Cheer - @naturallytom

'i hate the holidays more than anything in the world and you drive me nuts because you love the holidays more than anything in the world and this is why we aren’t friends'

Christmas Eve - @greenorangevioletgrass

spending christmas eve with toms family

It Wasn't Supposed To Know - @dlwritings

you would never say that your life was cliche, but when london gets a statistically improbable white christmas, you feel like you’re living out a hallmark movie

Pyjamas - @tomhollandsgirlfriend

tom or someone in his family giving you a matching sweater or pajamas or something as a way of including you in the family?

Spending Christmas With Tom Holland Would Include... - @cancerousjojian

head canon

Holidays With Tom - @txmhoelland

life isn’t exactly back to normal. with another lockdown in place and the holiday season is vastly approaching, you and tom are stuck in quarantine with each other the problem? there was supposed to be at least 5 of you in that house and tom is the last person you want to be with. shouldn’t be too bad right?

Secret Santa - @borhapparker

a friendly game of “secret santa” with the holland family turn into something so much more as you received the best gift of the night

The Mitten Tree - @angelic-holland

you just want to give the best christmas, so you have to leave your apprehension about an unexpected guest behind

Christmas Came Early - @devotion

you provide tom the long awaited news some time before christmas. and he's just as overjoyed as you are about it

Hidden Agenda - @t-lostinworlds

you were planning on spending christmas alone but tom presses that you spend it with him and his family instead - he just so happen to “forget” to mention it to them that you were just his best friend, and not his girlfriend

Dear Santa - @t-lostinworlds

it’s a yearly thing for tom and your daughter to write letters to Santa together on what they want for christmas - only this time around, it was over video call given that tom was miles away from his two—three, including tessa—beautiful girls - santa did get the letters though…

* 12 Days Of Christmas (Series) - @keepingupwiththeparkers

A Christmas To Remember - @sweetlysilent

you’ve never experienced christmas somewhere else, you were excited to see how the holland family celebrated it - what you didn’t expect however was to end up feeling something for tom

Holiday (Series) - @waitimcomingtoo

series of holiday season inspired fics

Warmth From The Love - @parkers-gal

baby holland’s first christmas

Christmas Market - @farfromharry

yours & tom's relationship is confirmed when you're spotted kissing at a christmas market

Babies First Christmas - @farfromharry

you and tom celebrate your first christmas with your angel

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No fighting at Christmas

Tom Holland x pregnant!reader

Summary: You and Tom get into a fight right before your family are due to come and stay for Christmas. But all is quickly resolved when your emotions finally topple over and lead you to make up

Word count - 4261

Warnings - pregnant!reader, little angst, language

A/n - i got this idea watching santa clause 3, not sure how much i like it though :(

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You and Tom were usually the perfect couple. And when Christmas time rolled around no one ever wanted to be near you for the pure fact that you were just too coupley to be near. Or at least that was the excuse Tom’s brothers always gave you.

This year you’d thought wouldn’t be much different, only the PDA was going to be a thousand times worse. This time around you were sporting a very large pregnancy bump that Tom hadn’t been able to get enough of and he didn’t plan on giving that up just because your family was coming. He wanted everyone to know how in love with his wife he was. 

But the reality of it was that this year was going to be very different, and not in a good way. For the past few days you’d been fighting. 

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Stan Behaviour

Tom and Y/n do an interview reacting to fan edits of themselves; most of which prove that Tom is the ultimate Y/n stan. masterlist / requests / another Tom fic

Pairing: Tom Holland x famous!reader

Warnings: lots of flirting, sorry if the formatting is weird my computer is playing up so I’m doing this from the app.

Tom and Y/n never did interviews together. Their schedules rarely lined up, and they were almost never promoting something at the same time. But they both had new projects out, and were miraculously in the same city at the same time, so when their publicists pitched the idea, Buzzfeed jumped at the chance to interview the internet’s favourite couple.

To be fair, reacting to fan edits wasn’t an inventive idea. But both their publicists and Buzzfeed figured they’d get some wholesome content out of it, and who were Tom and Y/n to argue; it sounded like fun.

They were sitting next to each other behind a small table on an incredibly nondescript set. People milled about behind the camera; both their teams off to the side and busy on their phones. Y/n’s makeup artist had just finished touching up her makeup, and Tom straightened the collar of his jumper. Y/n looked at her boyfriend beside her, twisting a strand of his hair around her finger to exaggerate his curls.

“You look good,” she said, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, pulling back to make sure she didn’t get any lipstick on his face.

“Says you,” he countered, his hand squeezing her thigh beneath the table.

“Roll sound, roll camera!” A voice called from the crowd of people off camera.

“So we’re going to watch videos about ourselves?” Tom looked at the director, who was holding a clipboard.

“Exactly,” the director responded with a nod. “You can start whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ll let you navigate then since you’re so much better at technology than me,” he slid the iPad across to Y/n. The iPad was open to the photos gallery; an album had been selected which had five saved videos already lined up.

“Ooh, this first one looks like you,” she clicked the first thumbnail. An Instagram reel popped up that showed clips from Tom’s Prada campaign set to some Tiktok popular sound. Y/n looked at her boyfriend, “you know what I love about this video?”

“What?”

“That one close up shot of your nipple.”

“Oh yeah,” Tom laughed as Y/n zoomed into the offending shot.

“Like I’m so sorry, it’s such a beautifully shot video and you look great in it, it’s just your nipple, man, it takes me out every time.”

Tom pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s wrong with my nipples?”

“Nothing. Babe, you know I love your nipples.”

His brows furrowed, but the tell tale sign of his reddening ears gave him away. “Can you please never say that again?”

“What, that I love your nipples?” She grinned as Tom groaned, scrunching up his nose, begging her to stop.

“This is a great start. Let’s move on,” he mumbled, the tips of his eyes still bright red, swiping to the next video.

The words “Tom obsessing over Y/n for 8 minutes and 37 seconds” flashed on the screen.

“8 minutes?” Tom looked at the crew behind the camera. “You want us to watch 8 minutes of me talking about Y/n?”

“And 37 seconds,” Y/n added. “Can’t forget the 37 seconds, love.”

“We cut it done,” the director said from behind the camera.

They had cut it done, but even for a two minute video, Tom talked about his girlfriend in a lot of different interviews. Y/n paused on about the fifth clip; him talking to Seth Meyers about filming Uncharted.

“It’s kind of impressive that you manage to bring me up when you’re talking about a movie that I’m not in, let alone a movie that I didn’t even manage to visit the set of.”

“You’re just always on my mind, darling.”

Y/n laughed, but she felt her heart flutter as someone from the crew aww’ed in the background.

The next video, like the first one of Tom, was an edit of a perfume campaign Y/n had done earlier in the year. She looked gorgeous with smokey eyes and dressed in flowing fabric that flattered her body. Waves crashed against the rocky shoreline as she dramatically posed with the glass bottle.

“Geez,” Tom pretended to fan himself, pulling his collar as if he was burning up. “Look at you!”

“Stop it,” Y/n rolled her eyes, bumping her shoulder into his.

“C’mon, love. You look stunning! I mean you look hot in whatever you're wearing, but seriously. I’d buy that perfume.” He looked directly into the camera, “I actually would, the perfume does smell really nice, Y/n wears it all the time.”

Successful by Ariana Grande started playing when Y/n pressed start on the next video. A compilation of red carpet clips of the two of them, each clip overlayed with headlines that spelled out their accomplishments. Y/n couldn't stop smiling as the video played, she glanced over at Tom who seemed just as enthralled in the edit as she was.

"Those are some pretty impressive things we've done, huh? A Guinness world record, multiple billion dollar movies, TIME100. Does this make us a power couple?” Tom asked, his elbow resting on the table, his chin in the palm of his hand, gazing lovingly at his girlfriend.

Y/n laughed, “When I think power couple, I think the Obamas. What even defines a power couple?"

"I would say us both being on Forbes 30 under 30 and raising millions of dollars for charity makes us a power couple, my love."

"You looked so hot in that tuxedo, by the way,” Y/n looked at Tom, squeezing his knee below the table.

“We just watched a video that showed all these amazing achievements we've both made, and you're focused on a two second clip of me in a tux?"

"I’m sorry I can't help it!”

"Is that the one from Ballon d’Or?” He grinned when she nodded. “I think it’s somewhere in my wardrobe.”

“Oh I know exactly where it is,” she whispers under her breath. Swiping to the last video.

If anyone needed proof that Tom and Y/n were in love, they didn’t need to look further than the last video. Or the pair’s reaction to it. Clips from Y/n’s Instagram stories interspersed with red carpet videos and times that the paparazzi had caught them holding hands. Even if it was arguably an invasion of privacy, Tom couldn’t help but find it adorable to see a compilation of their public life together. If only the internet had access to the private moments they shared; Twitter would explode.

“What’s this video called?” Y/n asked the crew at large.

“Proof Y/n and Tom are secretly married, part 2.”

“That’s the title?” Y/n cocked her eyebrow. The crew member who responded to her nodded.

“So there’s a part one that we need to watch,” Tom said, making a mental note to YouTube it later.

Y/n looked into the camera lens, “just for the record, we’re not secretly married, nor are we secretly engaged.” She held up her left hand, tapping on her ring-less finger. She looked over at her boyfriend, encouraging him to add something to dispel the rumours.

“Y/n’s right. Sorry guys but we’re not married or engaged.” Tom nodded, taking Y/n’s hand and intertwining their fingers. “Yet!” Tom added, “I’m working on it, lads.”

“Unbelievable,” Y/n sighed, but she couldn’t stop the butterflies from erupting in her stomach.

The internet was about to have a field day.

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Tagging the people who liked my famous!reader x Tom post @sweetpeterparker @originalchildwinner @multi-fandom31 @soullessbabee @anadicttoreading0 @kindaawhoreforholland @blk-silk @jhiddles03 @fangirlfree @euphoricdreamsidreamabout @bookluversposts

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Movie Night

pairing: tom holland x reader

synopsis: in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

warnings: smut, fingering, masterbation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), riding, literally pure filth

word count: 4.8k

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girls talk boys | tom holland x reader

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swearing, lots and lots of drinking, mentions of drugs and drug use (weed), SMUT (minors dni!!!) (definitely read the extended warning under the cut!), suggestive themes, both tom and reader being horny af 

playlist (in progress): next up is pretty please by dua lipa (this song DOES things to me ya’ll)

extended smut warnings: fingering, some (very light) choking, some praising if you really squint

"I'm sorry, you heard what?"

Freddie gives you a wide-eyed look over your brunch, and you give him a grimacing laugh.

"Like she was straight up screaming, I shit you not," you tell him, and he laughs, shaking his head.

"Part of it had to be fake, right?"

"Dunno," you say with a shrug, and Freddie raises a single eyebrow.

"What did he sound like?" he asks you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, and you get a guilty look on your face.

"Surprisingly sexy, I'm not going to lie," you confess, and you give a grimace, "But I high-tailed it out of there ASAP, it was scarring,"  

Freddie tips his head back, giving a full-chested laugh.

"Ohhhh, this is good," he says, shaking his head as he pokes some pancake onto his fork, "This is brilliant, Y/N,"   

"Glad I'm providing your comedic relief," you tell him dryly, and he waves his hand dismissively.

"Oh shush, you love telling me," he says, "I could see on your face when you walked in here you had to say something,"

"I really did, I've been thinking about it a shameful amount," you admit, shaking your head.

"You absolute whore," Freddie says with a laugh, "How long's it been since you got railed like that?"

"Too long," you mutter, "Like, since before I got here,"

"And god forbid you don't get it at least once a week," Freddie teases, and you scoff.

"God forbid indeed," you grumble, and Freddie gives you a look.

"Who knows, at this rate, you might fuck Tom," he says, and you pull a face.

"Ugh, no. . . you know he still calls me JB?" you tell him, and Freddie chuckles through a mouthful of eggs benedict, before swallowing it down.

"As in jelly bean?" Freddie asks after a second, eyes slightly wide, "Man, I haven't heard that one in a while,"

"For good reason," you mutter, shaking your head, "Besides, he's not my type," you dismiss, but you're lying if you said you hadn't thought about Tom at least once or twice since your interaction earlier this week, and not in a friendly, neighborhood-ly way.

"He's exactly your type!" Freddie cackles, before shaking his head and pretending to wipe some tears away, "Let me know when you've fucked his brains out, yeah?"

"I hate you," you deadpan, and he sticks out his tongue at you.

"Do you mind? That's a bit of an inappropriate conversation topic, don't you think?" comes a voice from your left, and you turn to see an older lady sitting a few tables over, looking horrified at the conversation you're having.

"And yet you were having a good ol' listen, grandma," Freddie retorts, and the lady looks furious as you let out a snort of laughter, before eating another mouthful of pancake.

It takes another half an hour before you finish your brunch and pay, and as you step outside, which gives out on the busy Shoreditch high street, Freddie pulls a face.

"You know the real joke is Alex making us come all the way to Shoreditch for brunch and then bailing,"

"Give her a break, she has a real-world job," you tell him, waggling your brows, "Someone has to earn the money we're going to be living off as old biddies,"

"You're right," Freddie admits, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his ciggies as you make your way down the high street, "It isn't going to be on my interior designer salary, that's for sure,"

"Well maybe if you moved to California you could make a fortune conning the rich and famous into believing you have taste,"

"Screw you," Freddie says jokingly, cigarette in the corner of his mouth as he brings his hands up to light it. Then, he takes a long drag, before blowing it out, the cold air making the plume of smoke much larger, "Can't Tom put me in touch with some rich and famous people?"

"You're welcome to ask him," you say with a shrug as you continue your walk down the high street, "Though unless he's become bisexual since moving away, I think he won't be interested in a thing you have to say,"

"Thank god I have you for that, then," Freddie jokes, taking another drag off of the cigarette, before handing it to you.

You crinkle your nose at it. "It's barely midday,"

"Don't get all high and mighty on me!" Freddie tuts, shaking his head as he takes it back, "Not like you haven't been smoking more pot than Snoop Dogg out there in California,"

You snort with a laugh, shaking your head. "Are you kidding? Snoop smokes more than like, 70 joints a day, I'd be dying of emphysema by now,"

"70?!" Freddie exclaims, and you shrug.

"Apparently, according to his professional joint roller," you let out, and Freddie laughs, before frowning slightly.

"That has to be a lie though, come on. . . 70 joints?" he lets out, taking another drag.

"Sounds fake, I know," you say with a nod, and Freddie hums in agreement.

"When are we smoking a joint together again?" he asks, and you laugh, shrugging.

"Come over anytime this weekend? My parents are out of town visiting my brother in Bath," you tell him. 

Freddie frowns. "Isn't he coming in like, two weeks?"

"They're clingy," you tell him jokingly, and he laughs, "But I'm not complaining, I get a free crib on a weekend. Means I can finally get laid,"

"The lord praise," Freddie mocks, "America made you hotter and hornier. . . you're gonna be a menace,"

"That's my plan," you say with a cocky raise of your brow, before looping an arm through his, "Friday? Who's bringing?"

"I'm free, but we should ask Alex," Freddie breathes, the smoke from his cigarette tumbling out with his words, "And I think she still has someone here,"

You nod as the two of you walk down the street. "Sounds like a plan. Now come on, let's go do some window shopping because we're trying not to submit to our inherently capitalist society,"

"Word, bitch," Freddie agrees as you walk down the busy street, breath curling up into plumes in the cold air.  

"Whose plan was this? Cause this was a good plan," Alex lets out as she walks into your hallway, and you laugh as she hangs her coat on the hook.

"It was mine," you say, before giving her an innocent look, "Now what's this about you bringing us some drugs?"

Alex snorts with laughter, shaking her head, "Stoner,"

"Only on weekends," you tell her sweetly, and she pulls something out of her pocket as you close the door behind her.

"Don't ask me what kind it is," Alex warns as she shows you the baggie, "I wasn't listening when he told me,"

"A funky surprise then, I guess," Freddie's voice sounds from the living room, and Alex chuckles as she makes her way down the short hall and through the living room door, you in tow.

"Are you sure you put in the right address?"

"Yes, jesus," Alex says, leaning her head back into the couch, "The food will be here soon, Freddie, chill out,"

"It's just been a while, is all," Freddie mutters, and you chuckle, shaking your head.

“You’re high and paranoid,” you remind him, “Take a breath, dude,” 

At that precise moment, the bell rings, and Alex gives Freddie an 'I told you so' look. Then, Freddie looks towards you expectantly.

"You going to open that?"

You crinkle your nose. "Why do I have to?"

"It's your house," Alex says, and you sigh, getting to your feet with some difficulty, before slowly making your way to the hallway.

"Bullied in my own home," you mutter as you walk down the short hallway to the door, which you jerk open without checking first.

There's a moment of silence as you take in a familiar brown fleece and messy curls, and your eyes focus on Tom's face as he stands in your doorway.

"You're not the delivery guy," you blurt out, eyes widening a little as Tom raises a single eyebrow.

"Unfortunately, apparently,"

Your surroundings sharpen at the sound of his voice, bringing your slow-moving brain to the realization that the man you've been thinking about a lot recently is standing in your doorway.

"Tom, hi," you let out in a single breath, and you fight an urge to cringe at the way you say it.

"Hey," he returns, his voice devoid of the usual standoffish tone you're used to him taking with you.

"What's taking so long? Just give the lad twenty quid and tell him to piss off!" comes Alex's voice, and you can hear Freddie's laugh echo through the hall. You grimace slightly, a small, amused smile on your lips as the corners of Tom's mouth pull upwards into a suppressed smile.

"It's not the delivery guy," you holler back, and there's silence on the other end as you turn back to Tom.

"Sorry about that," you say with a chuckle, before your eyes fall on the two bags he's holding, which look suspiciously like takeout bags, ". . . . is that takeout?"

"Turns out I am your delivery boy after all," Tom says, his voice smoothly confident, and you give an awkward nod.

"Did Freddie put the wrong number down?" you ask him, grimacing, and he nods, before holding up the bags.

"I hope you realize I almost died saving your takeout," he tells you in a serious voice, and you frown slightly.

"What?" you ask, and he chuckles as he hands you the bags.

"Some of the guys came over for a drink," he explains, nodding towards his house, where you can vaguely see lights on in the living room windows, shapes moving behind the drawn curtains.

"Wow, well. . . thank you for thinking of the food, Tom," you say, trying to keep a straight face, before you break into a small grin.

"¡Hostía! Y/N, what is taking–" comes Alex's rapid Spanish down the hallway, before it comes to an abrupt stop as her eyes zoom in Tom on our doorstep, "Well, hello there,"

"Alex," you let in surprise at her tone, and Tom just looks more and more amused.

"Hey Alex, long time no see," Tom says with a slight smile, and she returns a grin of her own.

"You too dude, how's it been?" she asks him in a casual voice, coming to stand beside you, and Tom nods.

"Can't complain, yeah. . .You? Heard you were in finance these days," he says, matching her tone and shrugging nonchalantly.

"Yeah, it's great, really killing my will to live," she responds jokingly, and Tom hums in agreement. 

"Right, well," you say, clicking your tongue and interrupting the conversation, "What do we owe you?"

Tom's eyes move from Alex to you, and his brow furrows slightly as he takes note of your  dilated pupils.

"A drink?" he asks you suddenly, and it takes you off guard.

"Sorry?" you ask him, blinking and he gives you a shrug.

"We're going to the Ram a little later, the pub quiz is on and they do that dance floor thing after eleven, remember?"

"Oh, I remember," Alex says, chuckling, "Memories have been made at the Ram, Y/N totally–"

"Okay," you interrupt her with an awkward smile, "I'm going to stop you right there. . . Tom, thanks, but I think Freddie might want to stay in tonight,"

"Don't be silly," comes Freddie's voice from the hall, and he also appears in the doorway, "What's this about going out?"

Tom's eyebrows go up again, before he smiles. "We're headed out later for the pub quiz if you wanted to join,"

Freddie gives a contemplative look, before looking at you with an asking expression.

"I could fuck up a pub quiz," he says simply, before turning back to Tom, "But later, right? We've just ordered food and I'm just not sober enough to engage in activities right this second,"

Tom lets out a chuckle, nodding. "Yeah, later. . . I can pop by again and let you know when we go, if you want?"

"Sounds fun," Alex says with a shrug, looking at you, and you suddenly realize you have a lot of eyes on you.

You scrunch your nose in dismay, nevertheless.

"Didn't we just sit down?" you start to whinge, backing inside the door as Tom rolls his eyes.

"Stick in the mud," he jests, and you nod.

"It's a full-time occupation, y'know?" you return in a sweet voice and with a saccharine smile, which makes him shake his head.

"We'll come, it'll be fun," Alex interrupts, and you begin to protest.

"Then I have to change!"

"Oh, shut up," Alex says, shaking her head, "You don't need to change, you're a hot bitch. . . besides, you said it yourself, you seriously need to get laid,"

"I'm fine!" you splutter in protest as you watch Tom's face change from the corner of your eye.

"You'll be better, trust me," Alex snorts, before taking the bags from you, "Now hand those over, the munchies are killing me. See you later, Tom!"

"Munchies," Tom says in a revelatory voice, "I thought you half the US army over for dinner,"

"Funny," you tell him dryly, and he smirks.

"See you!" Freddie says after a quick run of his eyes from Tom to you at the interaction, "Alex, if you eat all the onion bhajis I'm coming after you," he warns, disappearing after her.

"Right," you say, as you're left alone with Tom, who gives you an indecipherable look, "I guess I'll see you later, then,"

"Try to sound less excited," he jokes, and you give him a sarcastic smile.

"No can do, sorry," you tell him, and he snorts, before taking a few steps out the frame, turning back towards the driveway.

"Drink lots of water, eh, JB? Sober up a little," he calls over his shoulder, and you can hear the laugh in his voice, taunting you.

"That's the wrong remedy, dickhead," you say, shaking your head as you flip off his turned back, Tom's chuckle echoing faintly down the driveway.

When your doorbell rings again an hour later, you're barely still putting a finishing coat of lipgloss to your lips you decided to slap on there because you realized about 10 minutes ago you looked relatively scraggly. You run a few fingers through your hair, which is a mess, but it manages to fall in a sort of nice way after you've combed it through a little, if you really squint. You haven't changed; you're wearing the same fluffy white cropped cardigan and wide-legged leather pants which, you have to admit, give your ass the nicest shape, so you're not mad about it.

Freddie goes to open the door as you slip your feet into a pair of heeled booties, before tossing on your duster. Alex gives you a look as she winds her own scarf around her neck.

"How do you manage to look hot and casual, at the same time?" she asks, looking mildly impressed.  

"Special talent," you mock her, before walking down the hall to where Freddie is standing, door open.

"Ready?" he asks, and when he steps aside Tom appears behind him, standing on your doorstep. He’s wearing a worn out leather jacket that looks vaguely familiar, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans as he waits. 

You try and ignore the way his eyes run over your figure, stopping for a split second on the small section of your midriff that is exposed when your top rides up slightly. Then, his eyes meet yours, and again the look on his face is an indecipherable mix of emotion. You can't tell if he's pleased to see you or indifferent, though you could've sworn his eyes flashed with something, just a second ago.

"Yeah," you let out in a breath, before turning to Tom, "Are we walking?"

"Afraid so," he says, before smirking, "Still feel like coming?"

"Ha ha," you say dryly, "Yes. . . Alex has opened my eyes to an evening of possibilities,"

"Oh?" Tom asks, laughing, before raising a cheeky eyebrow, "Something to do with the fact that you need to get laid?"

"As it so happens, yes," you let out in a mocking breath, before shaking your head, "It's definitely on my to-do list,"

"Hot," Tom says sarcastically, nodding, "You sound really passionate about it,"

"The more you talk, the less I'm interested in coming," you return with a sigh.

"Come on, princess," Freddie says to Alex as he steps outside, now standing between you and Tom on the porch, "How long does it take to get an umbrella?"

"Well maybe if Y/N had been a little clearer with her instructions," Alex snaps as closes the front door behind her, and you let out a scoff as she hands you the keys to the front door.

"Not my problem that you're bad at following instructions," you say, before frowning as you try and lock the door, before sighing, "Damn it, Alex, you really think I'm in any state to do this right now?"

"Here," Tom's voice comes from close as he moves past your friends, who start walking down the driveway, and for a second his hand is covering yours, slotting the key in the lock and turning it, "I got it,"

"Thanks," you mutter, pulling your fingers away as he locks the top lock, and you turn around. 

You're glad it's dark, because your cheeks feel so hot you're surprised they're not steaming in the cold air. Tom turns back, handing you the key as you walk down the three steps that connect your porch to the driveway.

"Thanks," you tell him, stuffing it in your pocket as you walk out onto the street, and he nods, his hands disappearing back in his own pockets. Ahead of you, Freddie and Alex have met up with the smaller group that had come out from the Holland house. You recognize only a few faces, including Tom's brother, Harry, and his best friend Harrison. You also recognize Tuwaine, who you've only ever met once in passing before. There's one more lad you don't recognize.

"That you, Y/N?" Harry asks with a smile, and you return it, before leaning in to give him a brief hug.

"How've you been?" you ask Harry as you pull away, and he nods.

"Good, yeah. . . you?" he asks, and you nod as well, humming.

"Yeah, it's been a while," you say with a smile.

In age you'd fallen between the Holland brothers; two years younger than Tom but a year older than both Harry and Sam. It had meant that apart from early morning carpool rides and random interactions over the past years you had never really been close with any of them. They knew you, for sure, but that probably simply due to the fact you used to drive to school together every day for the better part of your primary and secondary education.

"It really has," Harry laughs, as the group starts walking to the pub. You fall back a little, Tom walking in step next to you.

"How come I never got a hug?" Tom asks you under his breath, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head.

"Shut up," you say through a laugh, giving him a light shove, which, embarrassingly enough, only makes you stumble more.

You can't lie and say you aren't still feeling the joints you smoked earlier in the evening, your head spinning a little as you try desperately to walk down the street in a straight line.

"You okay there?" Tom asks you, and you nod, shrugging a little.

"Yeah," you answer nonchalantly, still trying your best not to stumble, "Why?"

"Dunno," Tom says with a shrug, "You were pretty high earlier, so I'm just making sure,"

"Trust me, I'm still high," you let out with a content smile, "But I'm all right, I'm having a great time,"

 "Alright," Tom says with a nod, but in his mind, he makes a mental note to keep a bit of an eye on you tonight.

"How's the radiator doing?" Tom asks you after a beat of silence.

"It's working," you say with a nod, "So you must've done something right,"

"Your confidence in me is inspiring," Tom says in a sarcastic tone.

"Isn't it just," you shoot back silkily, eyes crossing Tom with a raise of your brows.

He holds your gaze for a second, before breaking away, eyes sweeping over the group walking a little in front of you. After a minute of silent walking and lots of rambling thoughts in your brain, you let out a breath. You're not one for long (one-minute) silences.

"So," you say, and you hate how awkward your voice sounds as you look at Tom, "How's the house hunt?"

"Not any different than when you asked me two days ago," Tom replies in an obvious tone.

"Maybe it's because you're shit at looking," you suggest innocently, and Tom lets out a sarcastic laugh.

"Good one," he tells you, "My 17-year old brother made the same joke at breakfast this morning,"

"Yeah?" you fire back flippantly, raising a sarcastic eyebrow, "Is that the brother you live with because your girlfriend locked you out of the house?" 

The second it's out of your mouth, your mind registers what the words actually mean, and you feel a lurch of guilt in your stomach as Tom raises an eyebrow.

"You go straight for the jugular, don't you?" he asks you, but his voice isn't necessarily mad, maybe even a little amused, but you can still recognize the undertone of hurt in his voice.

"Sorry," you tell him, and your tone is regretful as you chew your lip, "That wasn't nice,"

"She kicked me out, actually," Tom says, shrugging, his jaw flexing, "Apparently there was so little to salvage of the relationship she thought it would be best to have a clean break,"

"She sounds like a cunt," you scoff out, shaking your head as you look ahead, "No offense,"

"Hmm," he agrees, "She probably was, wasn't she?"

"Hollywood Barbie?" you ask him, looking at him with a smirk, and he chuckles in agreement, eyes meeting yours.

"Something like that," he mutters, shaking his head as you continue walking, the group in front of you's noise echoing through the empty residential streets.

"For what it's worth," you tell him, "She was hot, so at least you got that,"

The laugh he lets out is full, eyes crinkling as he nods. "I guess I did, yeah,"

After a second, he speaks up again. "You googled me?"

"Get over yourself," you scoff quickly, even though that's exactly what you did, "It was all over Instagram,"

"I don't believe you," he challenges playfully, "I mean I'm flattered, I really am, I just really think we should be staying friends–'

"Tom, in a second, I'm going to kick you in the shins," you warn him, and he clamps his mouth shut, chuckling, as your turn the corner onto the high street, which isn't filled with people, but crowded enough for some of the noise to float through the night. The stores are all closed, but the few pubs on the street are bustling with people, some inside and others smoking outside. Drunken singing and music faintly echoes through the street as you continue down it.

Naturally, as you pass a group of men talking noisily outside another pub, a loud whistle sounds through the street.

"Nice arse, love," comes a call, and you roll your eyes, looking past Tom at the man as in front of you, Alex turns around at the noise.

"Still wish I had a fatter one like yours," you return, and the men around him burst into drunken laughter as you flip the dude off, walking by him.

Your eyes don't miss the way Tom's gaze stares daggers at the dude, jaw flexing in anger for a split second, before he covers it up with a laugh of his own. A few paces in front of you, your friends are also laughing, and Alex lets out a proud little whoop.

"That's my girl," she says, and you wiggle your brows at her with a smirk as you reach the Ram, at the end of the street.

The pub is full of people, spread over tables and the bar, some standing next to high tables, chatter filling the air. There's a screen set up against the wall, and there's a bloke standing next to it fixing the microphone.

"Table's over there," Tom says with a nod to one of the larger, corner tables, which is empty, "Might be a bit of a squeeze, though, sorry, I only booked it for the 5 of us,"

"Y/N can always come sit in my lap," Alex says with a coquettish raise of her eyebrows, and you blow her a kiss.

"Anything for you, gorgeous," you return, and Tuwaine lets out a chuckle as you push past people to get to your table. You shimmy out of your duster, hanging it on one of the nifty hooks hanging on the wall next to the table, and watch as it gets completely smothered by the rest of the group's coats.

"That's going to be hell when I want to leave," you mutter to yourself, from your right, Tom's chuckle sounds in your ear.

"Tried and tested technique," he tells you, his voice so close to your ear it sends shivers down your spine, "Don't let them leave too early,"

"That's a little creepy," you tell him, turning your face towards him to meet his gaze, and he laughs with a shake of his head.

"I'll get some drinks," you say, as the group starts settling down at the table, squashing onto the benches and chairs alike, "Everyone okay to start with a beer? Shall I just do a pitcher?"

There's an approving chorus, and you nod contentedly, before turning on your heel and walking towards the bar.

At the table, Freddie's eyes zero in on the way Tom's eyes watch you go, and when they leave your figure after it's disappeared behind a small group of people, Tom turns back to the table and catches Freddie's gaze, who gives him a knowing smile. His cheeks redden at being caught staring red-handed, but lucky for him, Freddie doesn't say anything, just shakes his head with a chortle and looks away.

"Can I get two pitchers, please?" you ask the lady at the bar, and she gives you an apologetic look.

"We don't do pitchers anymore, love, sorry," she tells you with a grimace, and you sigh.

"Right, then. . . 8 pints, please," you tell her, and she raises an eyebrow, but nods, before starting to grab glasses as you wait.

"8 beers, huh?" comes a voice from your left, and you turn to see a guy leaning against the bar next to you, smiling slightly, "You just had a really bad day, or. . .?"

You chuckle, shaking your head, "No, it's for my friends,"

He nods understandingly. "Ah, that makes sense,"

There's a second of silence, only interrupted by the bartender as she holds out the pin machine.

"That's 40 pounds, love," she tells you, and you nod, holding your card to the terminal.

40 pounds. . . alcohol is really starting to cost a limb these days.

 As she starts putting down beers, the dude smiles again. "Well, I was going to offer to buy you a drink, but you seem all set, really,"

You give him a flirty smile. "One more won't hurt me,"

"In that case," he says, smiling back, "What can I get you?"

"Gin Tonic?" you ask, and he nods, before ordering it with the lady. 

"You want a tray with that, love?" the bartender asks as she makes your drink, and you nod.

"A tray would be good, thanks," you tell her, smiling, and she grabs one from under the bar as you begin piling the beers on the tray.

"I'm Eli, by the way,"

"Y/N," you introduce yourself as you put the final beer on the tray, as well as your drink, which the barwoman hands you, before giving him an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I have to get back to my friends. Thanks for the drink, though,"

"No worries," he says with a smile, "I'm sure I'll see you later,"

You just smile, picking up the tray with surprising agility and walking away, back towards your table. You can feel his eyes on you as you walk away, and you put an extra little bit of swing to your hips as you walk, your heeled boots sounding on the bar floor for a second before it's swallowed by the noise of the pub.

You return to your table, leaning slightly over the corner of the table, and over Tom. . . you feel the graze of his fingers over the side of your thigh as you lean over him to set it down, disappearing just as suddenly when you stand back up straight. You take your gin tonic off the tray as you stand up.

"Thanks babe," Alex says, leaning across the table to grab one as everyone reaches towards the beers, and your eyes roll over the table, trying to find a place to sit. To your frustration, they'd all squished in against each other; Tuwaine is sitting near the edge of the first bench on one side of the table, Harry and the other guy, whose name you had since learned was Noah, squashed in next to them. Freddie is sat in a stool at the end of the table, and on the opposite side of the table, sit Harrison, Alex and Tom. The only open seat is on the edge of the table, next to Tom.

Tom notices your gaze rolling over the table, edge of your lip trapped between your teeth. He knows that tell; he'd seen it countless times sitting in the car on the way to school, when you'd be nervously poring over your chemistry notes before a test, or when you were a subconsciously stressed about something, like when there'd been that mass email swearing consequences for the person who had flooded the first floor bathroom with red-tinted foam in protest against the removal of the pad machine in the girl's toilet.

Tom had already left school then, but he knew it had been you, because he'd been the one who'd driven you home the day before when you'd stayed late for an after-school activity and he'd been sent to pick up Paddy by his mum. He’d offered you a ride home, and your hands had been covered in red food coloring at the time, but Tom had kept religiously quiet about the entire incident.

"Here," Tom says, getting up and stepping aside, motioning for you to sit between him and Alex. You give him a semi-grateful look, and he just nods as you sit, before sitting down again next to you. It's a tight fit, but you manage.

"What are you having?" Harry asks, eyeing your glass, and you give him a cheeky smile.

"Gin Tonic," you tell him, and he raises a single eyebrow.

"Since when are you rich enough to spend 10 pounds of a G&T?" he asks you, and you snort, taking a sip.

"Who said anything about me paying for it?" you return, and it takes a second for the realization to hit him. His face becomes mildly impressed, and in the corner, Freddie lets out a loud laugh.

"That's. . . impressive," Harry brings out, and you chuckle as you wiggle your brows at him.

"She's on a mission," Alex snorts, and you give an important nod.

"A very important one," you joke, and Tuwaine laughs from his end of the table.

"We've all been there," he tells you, and now you laugh, nodding.

"Glad you understand," you tell him, before Harry clears his throat.

"Speaking of important things," he says, seriously, "We need a name for the team,"

As the group falls into chatter about the matter, you feel Tom shift next to you.

"Man, you work fast," he muses from beside you, and you turn to face him, very aware of his legs pressed against yours, so you can feel the faint warmth of his leg through your clothes.

"What can I say, I'm that good," you say with a cocky raise of your brow, and Tom chuckles.

"Or you're cutting corners," he says, voice lowered a little as he shrugs nonchalantly, and you narrow your eyes at him slightly, corners of your mouth slightly curved up into a half-smirk.

"Well sometimes it's just a cutting corners kind of situation," you assure him, and makes a vaguely disagreeing expression, "You're telling me you don't just need to dip sometimes? I don't have a lifetime,"

"For some things you just gotta make time, JB," he says smoothly, eyes boring into yours, and let out a breath of laughter, breaking from his gaze.

"Stop calling me that," you tell him in a semi-serious scoff, and Tom gives you a knowing silence, which half makes you want to toss a drink in his face.

"Eddie Quizzard," Freddie suggests, which makes you let out a loud laugh.

"Village Idiots?" Tom offers, and Tuwaine frowns.

"Who are you calling an idiot?" he says jokingly, and Tom grimaces.

"My drinking team has a trivia problem," you suggest, and next to you, Alex snorts.

"That's pretty good actually," Harry says with a nod, "Everyone good with that?"

After an approving chorus, Tuwaine gets to his feet to go and let the guy organizing the quiz know.

"So, you all used to go to school together?" Noah asks, eyeing you with a smile that you return.

"Yeah, until what, 6th form?" you say, and Tom nods.

"Harrison and I went to Brit then," he explains to Noah, who hums in understanding.

"A true shock to my system," you say sarcastically, "I had nobody to harass on my morning rides to school,"

"Except me," Harry mutters into his beer, and you shake your head with a smile, just as Tuwaine gets back, sitting down again. In the bar, a voice sounds over the microphone, the noises of the pub lowering just slightly for everyone to hear him, music still going softly in the background.

"Alright you bunch, welcome to another pub quiz night,"

A few muted whoops ego from the crowd, and the quiz master continues. "You know the rules: 20 questions, 8 teams, no mercy,"

You chuckle at his tone, shaking your head at his dramatic air, before you watch him display the first question on the screen that usually shows off a miscellaneous football game.

"Where would you be if you were standing on the Spanish Steps?"

Hushed chatter falls across the bar as teams fall into discussion, your eyes falling on your own teammates.

"Easy," Freddie breathes, "Rome,"

Tom nods along as Harry jots it down on a small piece of paper. "I remember being really confused about that when I went,"

"Trust me, same here," Freddie replies with a nod. 

"Alright, next. . . Queen guitarist Brian May is also an expert in what scientific field?"

"He's an Astrophysicist," you let out almost immediately, remembering an interview you'd watched once when he'd mentioned it, and Harry's eyes widen.

"Really?" he asks, and you nod, "That's kind of sick,"

"I know, right?" you say with a smile, "He's one of us,"

"You're a biochem major," Alex says with a frown, and you wave her off.

"Science," you say noncommittally, and she snorts with laughter.

"What element is denoted by the chemical symbol Sn, in the periodic table?"

The bar falls into hushed conversation as eight heads turn to look your way, and you give a confident smirk, leaning back against the bench.

"Tin," you say in an obvious tone, before raising a victorious eyebrow, "This is going to be a slaughter,"

"That was too easy," you say as you stand at the bar with Freddie and Alex, holding up the silly pin the quiz master had handed you after your win. The rest had been happy to let you have it, considering you had answered most of the questions, anyway. It was a kitschy little thing, a metal pin of a smiley face doing a thumbs up and a wink, with the large words 'Certified Genius' emblazoned under it in comical red lettering.

"If I knew it was gonna be this much of a massacre, I'd have brought my protective goggles," Freddie jokes, and you snort as Alex orders a beer.

"Drink?" she asks, and you shake your head.

"Still pretty buzzed from my G&T and 3 beers," you admit, and Freddie chuckles, nodding.

"Tom was really buying drinks," he says, his tone cryptic, and you frown.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing," Freddie says nonchalantly, before his gaze pierces yours, "Only that he hasn't been able to keep his eyes off of you all night, and we've barely even started,"

You let out a sigh as Alex laughs, shaking her head.

"I know," you mutter, "He's not being subtle,"

"Something you're going to go for?" Freddie asks, and you try desperately to avoid his inquisitive stare, electing instead to look at the dancefloor being set up.

"Absolutely not," you say resolutely, and Alex snorts.

"Buy her another drink and see what she says after," she muses, and you glare at her.

"I'm not looking for strings," you inform her, "And Tom is the definition of strings,"

"If you say so," Alex muses, before music suddenly starts up in the pub, a pop-y, upbeat song you vaguely recognize.

"God," Freddie mutters, eyes sweeping across the bar as people start moving around more, some dancing, others talking louder over the music, "The music better get better after this," 

"Let's hope so," you say, before your eyes slide to the front door of the pub, which has just opened to reveal Tom walking back in, unbuttoning his coat from his smoke outside. You watch him as he walks to what was your table, taking off the coat and revealing the black t-shirt he's wearing, his biceps barely contained in the sleeves as he shimmies out of the extra layers. After a second his eyes sweep over the pub, and you look away too late; your eyes meet and you watch as the corners of his mouth pull up into a cocky smile, a single eyebrow raising in question.

You narrow your eyes at him, shaking your head slightly before turning back to meet the scrutinising gazes of your friends.

After a moment of exchanging looks, Alex takes a deep, comical breath.

"Tom is the definition of strings," she imitates in a feeble attempt at your voice, and you give her an unamused look as Freddie laughs, "Let us know when you've torn his clothes off, yeah?"

"That's what I said," Freddie lets out, and Alex laughs as you shake your head.

"You're both insufferable," you inform them, and Freddie hums as he turns to the bartender.

"Can we get three shots of vodka please?" he asks her, and she nods.

"Vodka?" Alex says, crinkling her nose, "Vodka makes me violent,"

"Well Y/N refuses to drink tequila," Freddie points out, pulling out his wallet, "And since you're both still morally opposed to Jagermeister. . ."

You shiver violently as Alex grimaces. "Please don't remind me why,"

"That is a story I will die with," Alex agrees, as you make eye contact as Freddie leans over to pay, "We swore to it,"

"Yes we did," you mutter, "So let's talk about something else,"

Freddie chuckles, and there's a sound as the bartender sets down three vodka shot glasses, before running the bottle across in one fell swoop to fill them up.

"Impressive," you comment, and she smiles, eyes running over you once.

"Thanks, beautiful," she replies in a smooth, flirty tone, before turning to serve some other customers with a faint smirk on her lips. A small silence follows between you and your friends, before you turn to them with a slight raised brow, ghost of a smile on your lips.

"Fuck, even the bartender?" Alex asks incredulously as you purse your lips, a victorious expression in your gaze. You click your tongue, shrugging nonchalantly as Freddie lets out a loud, thundering laugh.

His laugh gets the attention of Tom, who has since gone to stand at one of the few high tables left in the pub, the rest having been moved out of the way for the small dancefloor. His eyes slide from Freddie over to you, watching for a second as you give your friends a triumphant smile, bottom lip trapping between your teeth as you bite your lip slightly.

"You absolute whore," he hears Freddie's voice faintly through the bar, and he frowns slightly as he tries to figure out what you're talking about. He watches as the three of you take what looks like a shot, your face immediately scrunching up after the glass leaves your lips. Then you lean against the bar, turning towards the dancefloor as your eyes follow your movements, sweeping over the crowd. Before you can notice him staring, he looks away, re-focusing on the animated conversation his friends are having.

"I swear to god she isn't," Harry says, shaking his head vehemently, and Harrison frowns.

"I really think you're wrong, mate," he says, shaking his head, "Last I remember, she was,"

"Who was what?" Tom asks, frowning slightly, and Noah turns to him.

"Settle a thing for us, mate," he says, as Tom takes a sip of his beer "Is your neighbour single?"

"Y/N?" Tom lets out in surprise, almost choking on his drink, but he thankfully manages to keep his composure, clearing his throat, "I'm pretty sure she's single, yeah,"

"Told you," Harrison says smugly, and Harry frowns.

"How can you be so sure? Wasn't she with this bloke in Cambridge, for like, a solid while? I figured they might still be together,"

"Dude she's literally out tonight to get laid, her friends kept joking about it," Tom deadpans, before giving a curious look, "Why do you guys even want to know?"

"Noah wants her number," Tuwaine says after a sip of his beer, and for some inexplicable reason, Tom feels a hot spike of jealousy rise in the pit of his stomach. 

"Don't think you're her type," he says in the most nonchalant voice he can muster, and Noah gives him a disbelieving look.

"I'm pretty sure everyone is her type when she's had enough to drink," he replies, and Tom has to stop himself gritting his teeth.

"Nice," he lets out in a sarcastic breath, raising a judgemental brow, "Hit 'em when the inhibitions are low, hm?"

Noah grimaces, shaking his head. "That came out sounding way more predatory than I meant, you're right. . . but seriously, you think I'd have a shot?"

No, you wouldn’t.

"How should I know?" Tom asks with an aggravated shrug, "It's not like we get together on Saturdays to braid each other's' hair and have a nice long chat about the boys she likes,"

"Alright, I'm just asking, no need to chew my head off," Noah says with a roll of his eyes, taking a sip of beer, before the familiar three opening bars of 'One Kiss' by Dua Lipa blast through the pub. A cheer comes up as people slowly start to crowd onto the dancefloor, moving to the music.

"Come on then," Harry says as he claps Noah on the back, "Let's go see what we can do about getting you Y/N's number,"

"Not if her guard dog's on duty," he jokes, nodding towards Tom, who tuts, shaking his head.

"Oh, piss off," he swears, kicking his leg out weakly towards them as Harry, Noah and Harrison scatter towards the dancefloor with teasing chuckles.

Tom watches them go, before he notices from the corner of his eyes that you've also joined the dancefloor, moving your hips to the rhythm of the song in such a way that Tom literally has to look anywhere else or visit a bathroom in the next six to eight minutes. It takes a light slap of Tuwaine's hand on his shoulder to pull his gaze from you.

"If I didn't know better," Tuwaine says with an over-dramatised sigh as he comes to a stop next to Tom, "I'd say you're a little jealous, Tom,"

Tom's head snaps to look at his friend with so much speed he's surprised he doesn't hurt himself, and he narrows his eyes at Tuwaine, who is watching the dancefloor.

"Jealous?" he lets out incredulously, "Come off it,"

Tuwaine turns to his friend with a look that Tom knows means he thinks he's full of shit.

"If eyes could undress, my dear boy. . ." he muses teasingly, before giving Tom's shoulder a squeeze, accompanied by a last knowing smile and heading off to join the others.

Tom stays behind only long enough to shake his head, jaw flexing in annoyance before he takes the last chug of his beer. Then, he sets the empty glass down on the high table, before moving towards his friends, steps falling into the rhythm of the music.

It's been several drinks, and you-don't-know-how-many-hours later, when you're making your way out of the pub bathroom, having just reapplied a round of your lipgloss and utterly misjudged the distance to the toilet as you'd sit down to pee. Safe to say, you were relatively intoxicated.  

You wipe your still slightly wet hands on your jeans with a grimace as you walk out into the main room through a blue-lit corridor, simultaneously cursing the lack of a hand towel as well as being grateful for it, because you wouldn't know how filthy it would be.

The pub is even more full than after the quiz had finished, so that it's getting slightly harder to spot people immediately across the room, and you have to make your way past several groups of guys who waste no time gluing their eyes to you as you pass by, before finally reaching the bar.

"Well if it isn't my favorite little jelly bean," purrs a half-drunken voice, and you turn to see Tom standing a few paces away from you at the bar, holding a beer. He’s giving you the same cocky look he’s been giving you for the past few hours, a look which makes you want to either deck him or drag him to the bathroom to tear his clothes off. Safe to say, it’s pretty confusing.

You roll your eyes, making a few steps towards him. "Someday I'm going to make you regret calling me that all the time,"

"Promise?" Tom asks cockily, his eyes twinkling with mischief, and it makes your snort as you shake your head.

"Where are Alex and Freddie?" he asks, voice slightly raised over the music, and you nod towards the dancefloor, where the two of them are dancing drunkenly.

"You?" you ask, and he nods towards the door.

"Out for a smoke," he tells you, and you nod.

"So, how's your mission going?" Tom asks after a second, and you laugh, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Pretty good, I'd say, I've paid for about one out of five drinks tonight," you tell him smugly, and he lets out a low whistle.

"Pretty good indeed," he says, and you raise a playful brow.

"What can I say, everyone just wants me," you exaggerate, and he shakes his head with a scoff, looking over the dancing crowd.

"Not everyone," he says, taking a sip of his beer as you narrow your eyes at him, clamping your mouth shut.

After a second, you speak up again.  

"You totally want to fuck me," you say, shaking your head with a scoffing laugh, looking away as Tom's head turns to look at you.

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, but you’re a little too drunk to care about the effect they might have. 

"Pardon?" he asks, eyebrows raising in surprise at the words that just came out of your mouth, and you shrug.

"Nothing," you say nonchalantly, and he narrows his eyes at you.

"No, don't pull that, you said something just now," he insists, and your eyes meet his challengingly.

"Did I?" you ask in an innocent tone, smiling confidently.

"Y/N," his voice deadpans.

"Tom," you return mockingly, and you watch as he kisses his teeth with his tongue in annoyance.

"What did you say?" he repeats after a beat of silence, and you give him a look, before your eyes tear away from his and sweep over the pub.

"You know what I said," you say, taking a sip of your drink, and Tom is fighting an urge to scream in frustration.

He does know what you said, but he's only half sure he heard you right, and to be fairly honest, he wants to hear you say it again.

"You're getting on my last nerve tonight, you know that?" he tells you, and you chuckle, shaking your head.

"Am I?" you muse, "Question is, what are you going to do about it?" you taunt, and your eyes finally return to meet his, your lips wrapping around the straw of your drink in a way that drives him absolutely crazy.

Your gaze is piercing, and Tom finds himself getting drawn to you, your open body language and the look in your eyes sucking him in like a whirlpool.   

Then he scoffs, shaking his head as he breaks your eye contact, heart thundering.

"Thought so," you say with a cocky smile, snickering as you watch his jaw flex in annoyance.

Tom is embarrassed for a split-second, before he realizes that's exactly what you want. Most importantly, he realizes two can play this game.

"Trust me, there's plenty I can do about it, JB," he says, and your smile drops slightly at the nickname which he knows gets under your skin.

"Like what?" you scoff, and now it's Tom's turn to smile as he takes a step towards you, eyes piercing into yours.

"Babe, I could have you screaming my name right here in this bar if I wanted it. . . and you know I mean that when I say it," he tells you, and his tone is low, suggestive, so you can almost picture him having his way with you. Despite your breath shallowing, you try and keep your composure, tongue darting out of your mouth to moisten your lips.

"You're full of shit," you say with a scoff, and he raises a single, teasing eyebrow.

"That so?" he asks, false innocence dripping off of his tone, "Then why do you look so flustered, gorgeous?"

"It's just hot in here," you say unconvincingly, swallowing, and he lets out a mischievous chuckle, shaking his head, before leaning so close he could've dipped his head and kissed you right there if he wanted to.

"Liar," he tells you, his breath tickling your lips, before taking a step back from you again, turning towards the bar and nonchalantly flagging down the bartender, leaving you standing there, breathless, your heart thrumming in your chest and beating its way all the way down to your underwear.  

Fucking hell.

"Here," comes Tom's voice, which pulls you out of your daydream, and your eyes fall on him to see him handing you a G&T, "Since you like them so much,"

You say nothing as you take it from him, bringing the glass to your lips. In three seconds you've necked it down entirely, and Tom raises an impressed eyebrow.

"You trying to set a record or something?"

"Nope," you let out in a breath as you set down the glass, before giving him a sweet smile, despite the fact that your chest is thundering and your hands have suddenly gone kind of clammy, "Just don't want to stick around here with you any longer than I have to. . . see you later, Tommy. . . oh, and thanks for the drink,"

"Opportunist!" he yells after you, and you flip him off as you make your way onto the crowded dancefloor, disappearing into the crowd to go and find the guy who'd bought you a drink earlier, in a desperate attempt to get your mind off of Tom's voice and the idea of him whispering positively sinful things in your ear.

It's somewhere around one in the morning now and you haven't been able to keep your mind off of your earlier interactions, despite the fact that you’ve got somebody's else's' hands running over your hips as you move to the beat of the song playing over the speakers. Eli isn’t a bad dancer, nor is he unattractive, but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to focus on what he’s doing, choosing instead to close your eyes slightly and let the rhythm move through your body, trying to get lost in the music. Maybe it’s because you’re drunk, and probably really horny, but you can’t for the life of you manage to close your eyes without picturing the hands on your body as someone else's'. 

You open your eyes to try to focus on the guy in front of you, but your gaze inevitably wanders, searching for the person that's been on your mind all night.

Tom is standing at the bar, chatting up a pretty girl, but all your brain can focus on is him. His biceps in that shirt, which you've wanted to put your hands on all night, his shoulders, the chain around his neck. . .

With a deep, decisive breath, you excuse yourself from Eli, coming up with a weak excuse that you have to use the bathroom, before downing the rest of your drink in one go on your way, leaving it on a table you pass by.

You reach them in a few strides, and Tom, whose eyes had spotted you moving, turns to look at you with a questioning gaze, the corners of his mouth still half pulled up in mild amusement. You wordlessly grab his hand, tugging him with you in the direction of the back of the club, where the bathrooms are, not caring that the man you just left behind standing in the middle of the dancefloor can probably see you doing it. 

Maybe it's rude, and you feel bad for the girl he was talking to for a split second, before your drunk, horny thoughts take over and you soldier on. Tom doesn't put up more resistance, and you're briefly aware of his hand squeezing yours for a split second.  

"I'm not complaining," Tom says from behind you in a cocky tone, letting you drag him further towards the back, before you get to a dimly lit corridor, "But where exactly are we going?"

"Time to put your money where your mouth is, Spider-boy," you tell Tom, and he lets out a scoff.

"Exactly how many drinks have you had, JB?" he asks as you come to a stop in front of the bathroom, turning to face him, hands separating. The bathroom is at the end of the dimly lit corridor, which is lined in colored LED's which cast a neon blue hue over the hallway.

"Enough to let you have me in a pub bathroom, apparently," you tell him, and Tom's eyebrows fly so far up his forehead you're surprised they don't fly clean off of his forehead. Then, features bathed in the azure light, his lips curve into more of a smile as he peers into the bathroom, the door of which is ajar, before looking back at you.

"That's what this is?" Tom says, and you can tell he's trying not to laugh, "You're seducing me?"

"I hardly have to seduce you," you say with a snort, "You were practically undressing me with your eyes in there,"

Tom clamps his mouth shut for a second, eyes looking away as he shakes his head slightly, chewing on his lip. That’s the second time someone has said that to him tonight. 

"You're full of it," he tells you with a snort, and now it's your turn to smirk.

"Really?" you ask him teasingly, taking a step towards him, and Tom is acutely aware of your fingertips running over his exposed arm, tracing the lines of his biceps, "So your eyes on my ass all night was just a friendly look, then?"

He kisses his teeth with his tongue, nodding with an obvious nod as he avoids your eye contact. "Yeah,"

You give him a look that makes it obvious you know he's a fat liar, and after a second of you two staring at each other challengingly, he lets out a breath, shaking his head.

"You can beg all you want, darling," he says, reverting back to a cocky smile, "I'm not going there with you,"

You raise your shoulders in an unbothered way, clicking your tongue. "Okay then, guess I'll go somewhere else,"

"What?" he asks, the smile dropping clean off of his face as his eyes bore into yours.

"Come on, Tom," you say with a laugh, your breath fanning his lips, "At least two of the guys I was dancing with earlier propositioned me before I even came to find you,"

"Then why did you come and find me?" Tom asks curiously, and you purse your lips, but you don't give him an answer, which says enough in of itself.

"Yeah, thought so," he says, the cocky tone returning to his voice, and you roll your eyes, taking a breath.

"Right, have a nice night, Tom," you tell him sarcastically, "I'm sure Eli from accounting is hung, too,"

You turn on your heel and start down the hallway, but you barely get three steps before you feel slender fingers wrap around your wrist, and Tom tugs you back towards him. This time, he pulls you flush against him, and you feel his hand rest flat against the small of your back, fingers making contact with your exposed skin.

His face is close to yours, enough for you to just see a flicker of jealousy disappear from his gaze. His lips are so close to yours it would take a simple dip of your head to reach them, and you hold your breath as your eyes meet his.

"Fine then," he says in a low grudging whisper, which sends a shiver down your back, "Maybe I am interested,"  

You chuckle lightly, giving him a cocky smile. "Thought so,"

He rolls his eyes slightly, before his hand tightens on your waist and he dips his head towards you, lips meeting with yours.

You kiss him back almost immediately, lips moving against his readily. Your hand, which had been trapped by your side, runs up his chest towards his neck, hand winding into the hair at the bottom of his head as you pull him closer against you. You feel Tom's tongue ghost your bottom lip, and you part your lips and let him, his hand coming up on your cheek, fingertips ghosting your hairline.

It feels like getting an electric shock you'd been anticipating for a while, your whole body pressed against him and alight with need as the tension you've felt every time you've talked to Tom these last few days comes to an explosive head. Tom's hand moves from your waist to your lower back, stopping just at the bottom of your spine, fingers splayed wide across the top of your ass, and his thumb tucking under the waistline of your low-rise jeans and making contact with your warm skin. The cold touch of his finger on the fleshy part of your hip makes you inhale sharply, and you lean against him. The two of you stumble backwards into the bathroom, and you kick the door shut, before Tom presses you up against it, your hand reaching behind you to turn the lock as your back thumps slightly against the wood. The hand that was on your face is laid flat against wood next to your ear, the other having moved higher towards your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he uses it to keep you up against the door. Your other hand slips under the fabric of his shirt, fingers running along the sculpted grooves of his abdomen. The cold of your fingers under his shirt makes Tom inhale sharply against your lips, and he uses his hand to push away from you slightly. His teeth catch on your bottom lip as he pulls away, which makes you let out a sigh, eyes closed, back against the cool wood of the door.

"I have been waiting for you to do that since that first night in the bar," you murmur silkily, hand moving from his abdomen to his belt, a few fingers slipping under the hemline of his jeans and boxers and running along the skin of his waist.

"Yeah?" he whispers, his voice ragged, eyes still closed and your foreheads pressed together, and you open your eyes, watching his brow crease in a semi-pained expression.

The bathroom is much more lit than the hallway, a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls are faded white, covered in written words and crude doodles, and there's a sink with a long mirror in front of it, the toilet tucked in the corner of the room. Your eyes return to Tom and see his open, staring at you. You nod slightly, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you hum affirmatively.

"Kept thinking about your hands all over me," you say, face inching closer to his again, eyes fluttering closed, your voice nothing more than a breathy whisper as your hand moves down to brush over the bulge through his jeans, "About how it would feel to be wrapped around you,"

"Jesus Christ," Tom lets out in a half-mutter, half-groan, before leaning down again to press his lips to yours desperately, starting to place kisses around the corner of your mouth, down to your jaw. More moans spill over your lips as he sucks a few hickeys into your skin, his hands roaming over your body mercilessly, pulling your top down to expose more of your breast.

"This–" he growls, tugging on the fluffy fabric of your top, "–is an innocent little top, isn't it. . . .? But those pants. . . had me thinking about putting my hands on you all evening, darling,"

"You better mean that," you let out in a moan, and Tom laughs against your skin as his mouth dips to ghost over your collarbone, other hand grabbing a handful of your ass.

"C'mon," he mutters, using his hand on your cheek to guide you towards the sink, backing you up against it. He goes through his knees, and in one swift movement, puts his hands underneath the curve of your ass and on your waist and lifts you clean off the ground, setting you on the edge of the sink, lips never leaving yours.

You feel his fingers undoing the top buttons on your pants', his hand going down your pants almost immediately, fingers ghosting over the top of your clit through your panties, making your legs jerk slightly as you breathe in sharply.

"That was easy, babe," Tom mutters against your mouth, as the pads of his fingers roll over your clit more intensely, making you moan, "Doesn't take much to get you going, does it?"

"You've been getting me going all week, honestly," you tell him, and he smirks.

"Knew it," he tells you, lips ghosting over yours, "Knew it from the moment you brought up that incident in my house. . . bet hearing me turned you on, hm?"

You feel one of his fingers ghost the hem of your panties, stalling patiently for a second, "Still okay with this?"

It takes a little second before you realize what he's asking you, and his eyes flash with warmth for a split second as they inquire in your gaze.

"Yeah," you breath out in a nod, and he wastes no time in moving your panties to the side and slipping a digit into you.

"Fuck," you groan at the sudden intrusion, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you tip your head back slightly.

In your momentary bliss, Tom adds another finger, which slips snugly inside of you.

"Shiiiit," you cry out, your hand gripping Tom's shoulders tightly as he pumps them in, once, twice, letting out a groan of his own.

"That's right," he mutters against your lips, before pressing them to yours in an open kiss, tongue slipping between your lips as his fingers move, your sounds muffled by his mouth.

Tom is obsessed with the noises you're making, keening under him as he feels you tighten around his fingers, fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders. He twists his fingers at a different angle, driving them a few centimeters deeper into you, his eyes observing your face creasing in pleasure as your mouth opens in a gasp, before you inhale sharply, eyes fluttering closed and falling back against the door with a small thump. Your pants have loosened and pushed about halfway down your ass, so that Tom gets a rather satisfying look of you in the mirror, sat on the sink, one hand gripping the edge tightly, the other running around his neck, the top of what looks like a black, lacy pair of underwear peeking out over your lowered waistline.

"Oh my god," you whisper hoarsely as his thumb brushes over the top of your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through your body, "Tom–"

Your voice stalls in your throat as you let out another moan, and Tom smirks, thumb of his other hand running across the line of your jaw as his other fingers ghost the top of your throat.

"What?" he whispers against your cheek in a teasing tone, before his lips run over the corner of your mouth, "Hm?"

It's almost too good for words, but you manage to let out a string of semi-coherent sentences as your fingers grasp for the buckle on his belt, undoing it with more agility than you think you were capable of. You quickly move onto his buttons, before stalling for a second.

"Please tell me you have a condom," you murmur, and Tom chuckles, a sound from deep within his chest as he pulls you close with the hand on your cheek, fingers twitching deep inside of you before pulling out in one swift go, make you let out another gasp.

"You think I wouldn't with the way you've been eyeing me lately?" he says in a teasing tone, and you let a breath of laughter out through your nose as you come down from the edge of the sink, managing to undo the top two buttons of his pants, the waistband loosening around his hips.

"Get over yourself," you let out with a scoff, and he smirks as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and flipping it open. You lean forward to kiss him again, more slowly this time, tongue ghosting his and fingers working his underwear down his thighs as his fingers fumble with his wallet. You hear the unmistakable tear of the foil package ripping, and in less time you thought him capable, Tom rolls it on, before putting his hands on either sides of your hips, twisting you around to press your back to his front.

His thumbs hook under the waistband of your pants and panties underneath, pushing them down your ass further, stopping somewhere around mid-thigh, but enough that you can still part your legs slightly. Then, you feel the tip of him ghost over your entrance (?!), before his hips move and he slides into you in a steady, single thrust. The sound you let out is almost pornographic, the feeling of him slotting inside you too good for words.

Tom's hands are all over you, one moving up to grip one of your breasts, fingers tracing over your nipple, the other running across your hipline, palm flat against the dip in your hip. His fingers are splayed out as he uses his hand to keep you pushed up against him, bottomed out inside you.

"Fuuucking hell," he lets out in your ear, his breath tickling your lobe, "You feel incredible,"

You smirk at the compliment, watching Tom's expression over your shoulder in the mirror, eyes shut and brows furrowed in pleasure. After a moment, he opens his eyes, gaze meeting yours in the reflection, before he moves his hips away from yours and part of the way out of you, thrusting back inside with another single movement. He repeats the movement until he establishes a rhythm, hips kissing the rounded curve of your ass as he moves inside of you over and over, eyes moving from yours for a second to watch himself disappear inside you. The fingers splayed over your hips move down, disappearing between your half-closed legs, the pad of his thumb running over your clit in slow, pressured circles.

"Holy shit, Tom," you let out in a gasp as his other hand moves up towards your throat, fingers wrapping loosely around it.

"Just look at yourself, babe," he growls in your ear, "You're taking it so well for me,"   

You don't know how long he fucks you like this, fingers rolling over your sensitive bud until you're absolutely whining from it, legs starting to shake from the pooling heat in your stomach.

Tom's not stupid, and he recognizes the way your moans alter in pitch, eyes squeezed shut in concentration and desperation, your mouth half open in pleasure. He picks that moment to suddenly pull out of you, breath leaving you suddenly as you clench hard around nothing.

You're about to complain when he manoeuvres you back to face him, making the same move as earlier as he sinks slightly through his knees and hooks his hands on the bottom of your thighs, lifting you clean off of the ground in an easy go. Your bare ass touches the cold marble of the sink, but you're either too drunk or too turned on to care even a single bit, feeling his hand lift your leg up, before he sinks back into you to the hilt in one go. 

You don't know if it's the angle of your leg, spreading you further open, or the absolutely brutal pace Tom sets, but it takes barely a few minutes for you to start feeling your stomach tighten again. His face is so close to yours, lips ghosting over each other as your moans mingle with each other, Tom's eyes staring into yours with a blissed out, but determined look.  

"Tom–" you say in a warning tone, his hips slamming against yours ruthlessly, "Shit, I'm going to fucking come,"

"Go on, then," he says in a husky breath, and you feel his fingers run over your clit again, the extra feeling sending you hurtling over the edge, your walls clenching around Tom in such a way he knows he isn't going to last long, either.

"Shit, shit, shit," you whine as Tom groans as well, your leg shaking in his grip from the waves of pleasure crashing through you, as his hips stutter inside of you.

"Oh my–. . . Y/N, fuck," he curses loudly, enough for the mild worry of someone overhearing you floating through your brain. It's quickly dismissed by the feeling of Tom twitching deep inside you, both hands gripping your ass as he desperately presses you hard up against him, having barely come down from your own orgasm to witness the throes of his.  

Your heartbeat is thundering in your chest as your moans become heavy breaths, your forehead touching against his, your eyes closed for a second as you try to steady yourself.

After a second, Tom eyes open as he lets out a measured breath, forehead still pressed against yours as you let out a quiet, satisfied hum.

His tongue darts out of his mouth to moisten his lips, and he swallows once, pursing his lips. 

"So," he says, his voice a ragged whisper, "Can I take you home?"

a/n: whew this is a long one but i figured ya'll deserved it cause i'm a week late with the update 😭 please enjoy 11k of absolute slutty behaviour, and once again don't hesitate to let me know what you liked/didn't like in an ask/dm/rb or reply, i appreciate all the feedback I get and looooove hearing about your fav parts xxx

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hey I once read this imagine with tom holland where reader is afraid to take of her bra when she and tom go to sleep but then she can't sleep and tom asks her why and she tells him and he just reassures her and its fluff

but i can't find it anywhere and I hoped you could find it <33

I believe it could be this one...