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all i’ll ever need ✮ t.h.

Tom Holland x fem reader college au

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Summary: After spending a night with your best friend's brother, your life changes forever.

Words: 10k

Warnings: lots of crying (but not bad crying y’know? Just emotional crying :D), mentions of a one night stand, alcohol consumption and being tipsy, pregnancy stuff, a whole lot of fluff, this is just very wholesome imo

prompts used: friend’s sibling, college, accidental pregnancy (with a side of one night stand, mutual pining and dramatic love confession[i didn’t fully commit to those but there’s still a hint of them in there i think])

A/N: This is my entry for @venomsilk s valentine bingo!!! Thanks S for doing this and giving me a card that inspired a whole 10k fic. I know I ticked the 2k-5k box on the google from but the story just kept getting longer and longer (I feel like if I had had more time it would’ve gotten even longer) big thank you to @heyhihellowhatsup0 for helping me so much with this fic! I’m in love with this and I hope you’ll enjoy it as well!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️ ✮

It’s fine. This is fine. It’s just a bad dream. You did not get knocked up by your friend’s older brother you’ve been crushing on for the past two years. It’s fine.

You never suspected Tom to even be interested in you in the first place. You always thought he was way out of your league.

But then Harry and Sam threw that party. And maybe you got a little tipsier than you anticipated. Someone had the glorious idea to play a game of spin the bottle, and in your slightly inebriated brain, you thought it was a great idea.

You don’t remember who else was sitting in the circle around the empty vodka bottle. All your senses were focused on Tom.

Beautiful, handsome, sweet Tom. With his lazy smile and messy curls. How could you tear your eyes away from him? It was impossible. Like a painting in a museum you just couldn’t walk away from.

You had thought about kissing Tom many times before. Caught yourself daydreaming about it when you were hanging out with Harry in their living room, and Tom was studying at the dining table or kicking a football back and forth with Harrison in the back garden.

But real life? So much better. His lips were soft, his movements slow and a little cautious until you reciprocated the kiss. You tilted your head a little to allow his lips to roll against yours effortlessly. The butterflies in your stomach were already going wild, but when you opened your lips, and his tongue touched yours, it was like a fuse in your brain blew, and you completely stopped thinking and just allowed yourself to feel and enjoy the moment.

Your hands ended up in his curls, and his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you into his lap. You could faintly hear someone yell, “Get a room!” but neither you nor Tom paid any attention to that.

You did end up in his room, though. And you did way more than just kiss. And it was good. Better than good. Amazing.

But Tom wasn’t known to be the type for commitment, so you decided to save yourself the rejection and left his room in the early morning hours before he woke up.

You managed to get back to your flat without any problems and, after taking a much-needed shower, you went back to sleep.

The Monday morning after the party, you had to take your final exam of the semester in your 8 am class that you shared with Harry, and of course, the first thing he did was ask about you and Tom snogging in the middle of their living room.

“It was a game of spin the bottle. What else was I supposed to do?” You told him. Harry just gave you a look that said he didn’t believe you. “You’re not mad I snogged your brother, right?” You’ve been friends with Harry since the first semester, and he was one of your closest friends. You couldn’t stand the idea of him being mad at you.

“Of course not, Y/N.” Harry reassured you. “You’re both adults and can make your own decisions. I’m just a little surprised. Weren’t you the one who said you’d rather chop off a limb than get involved with Tom?”

You felt your cheeks heated up at that. So maybe you’d been trying to convince yourself that starting something with Tom was a bad idea. The tipsy version of you had forgotten about that, though.

“It was a game!” You whined while Harry smirked at you. He enjoyed seeing you squirm way too much. “Stop looking at me like that. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” And you definitely didn’t want to tell him that you spent the night with Tom as well. You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Fine.” Harry chuckled. “Just don’t fall in love with him or anything. I don’t wanna see you get your heart broken.”

You could tell he was just teasing you, but you were a little concerned that he might be onto something.

❀

You didn’t hear from Tom after the party. You tried not to be upset or disappointed. It was what you had expected. A meaningless hook-up with your friend’s brother. Nothing more, nothing less.

But it stung. Whenever you were at Harry’s place to study, you caught yourself looking for Tom. Being hyper-aware of every movement or noise in the house. But he was never around.

And whenever you saw him on campus, you pretended you didn’t see him. Maybe that was a little immature, but you didn’t know how to deal with the situation. You’d never had a one night stand. And him being Harry’s brother made things even more complicated.

After a week or two, you accepted the fact that it was a one-time thing. Even though you found yourself thinking back to that night a lot. At least you’d gotten the chance of experiencing it.

Life went on as normal. Until now.

You’re staring at the stick in your shaking hands, unable to compute that your life is about to change forever.

Pregnant.

Maybe the test is a false positive? You should’ve gotten more than just one. But it had already been so embarrassed to get that one test. You’d been able to just so keep from saying that it was for a friend. Because what’s more suspicious than someone saying they’re buying a pregnancy test for a friend? Nothing. The clerk at the pharmacy probably didn’t even care. At least you didn’t run into anyone you know.

What are you going to do?

You have to tell Tom, but you haven’t spoken to him since that night. You want to tell Harry to get his advice on what to do next, but it feels wrong to be telling him before Tom.

What a mess.

You decide to be a responsible adult for once in your life and make a doctor's appointment. You want to be a hundred per cent sure that you’re really pregnant before telling Tom.

•°❀°•

The doctor's appointment wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be, but the result was as expected. You’re pregnant.

So now you’re standing in front of the boys’ house with shaky hands and sweaty palms. Maybe you should’ve texted him first. You’re kind of jumping this on him without any type of warning. You’ve had some time to come to terms with it. But he didn’t.

Before you can decide whether or not you should leave and maybe send him a text and ask to meet him, the door opens, and Tom steps out.

You’re caught by surprise, taking a step back but losing your footing. Tom’s quick to react, catching you around your waist.

All you can do is stare at him. It’s the first time you’re actually looking at him since that night, and flashbacks start invading your mind. Not the time.

“You okay?” Tom asks, a small smile on his lips. You mechanically nod. “Did you want to see Harry? He’s got class right now.” You know. That’s why you chose now to come by.

Tom’s arm is still around your waist, and it takes you a couple of seconds to snap out of it.

“No, I actually came to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes?”

Tom is visibly surprised but shrugs his shoulders. “Sure, I was just about to go to the coffee shop to grab something to drink. You wanna come with?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Maybe a public setting would be better. You don’t know how he’ll react, and this way, he’ll probably try and stay calm. Was this a good idea? You’re not sure. You’ve never had to tell someone you’re pregnant before. Fuck, you’re gonna have to tell your parents, too.

“You coming?” Tom’s looking at you over his shoulder, that small smile still on his face. You love that smile. He’s already taken a few steps down the sidewalk while you’re still standing in front of the door.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

You follow Tom to the coffee shop silently. There’s a certain tension in the air, but you’re not sure if that’s just you panicking about what you’re about to tell him.

By the time you’re sitting at a table across from Tom, you’re a nervous wreck.

“Are you okay? You seem a little out of it today.” Tom looks genuinely concerned. It makes you feel a little bit better. You’ve known Tom for a while now, and even though he might be a little bit of a fuckboy, he’s got a heart of gold and would do anything for his friends and family.

You make a noncommittal noise and shrug your shoulders. You don’t know if you’re okay. You’re overwhelmed, that’s for sure.

“How about I’m gonna get us some tea and then, if you want, we can talk about it?”

You nod, still unable to speak. You knew it was going to be hard to tell him, but you never thought you wouldn’t even get any words out.

While Tom’s standing at the counter, you take deep breaths. It’s best to just say it. The longer you wait for the right moment, the more nervous you’ll get. There won’t ever be the right moment anyway.

“Here we go. One breakfast tea with a dash of milk.”

“I’m pregnant.”

Tom flinches at your words, causing a bit of your tea to spill over the edge of the cup. You didn’t even give him time to put the drinks down. Maybe there wasn’t a right moment to break the news, but this was definitely a wrong one.

“Sorry.” You mumble, take a napkin, and start patting at his hand that’s covered in tea, his skin a little red. “Does that hurt? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“A-are you sure? With who?” By now, Tom is back in his seat across from you, his eyes wide, and you’re still wiping at his hand.

“You, Tom.” You press your lips together. At least it’s out in the open now. You told him.

“But… I don’t understand. We used a condom.” He furrows his eyebrows and pulls his hand away from yours.

“It can still happen.”

“Really?”

“Condoms are 98% effective when used correctly. I looked that up. And we were both a little drunk.” You wring your hands together while watching Tom. He seems to still be processing the news. You don’t blame him. You only had sex once and haven’t talked since. This must be coming out of left field for him. It did for you, but at least you had the chance to prepare yourself for the possibility of being pregnant before taking the test.

“Are you really sure? Did you pee on the test correctly?”

“There’s no wrong way to pee on a stick, Tom!” You cross your arms in front of your chest. Now he’s starting to be ridiculous. “Besides, I had a doctor’s appointment already and they confirmed it. I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“Fuck.” Tom buries his face in his hands before rubbing his face. “That was not supposed to happen.” He says it more to himself than to you, but you reply anyway.

“I know.” You can feel your lips trembling and your eyes burning with tears. You’ve been crying a lot lately, and you don’t know if it’s because the situation is so overwhelming or if it’s got to do with all these hormones. Maybe a little bit of both. “I know. I’m sorry. I usually never do this and I’m not on the pill and I didn’t even think–“

“Hey. Hey, stop.” Tom scoots over to you, now wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “It’s not your fault, okay? I was there, too, remember? We both have an equal part in this.” He runs his hand over your head soothingly. “And I’m gonna be there for you. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll be there.”

His words make you cry even more. “I don’t know what to do.” You mumble against his chest, and you feel him sigh.

“Everything is going to be fine, darling. Let’s just take a deep breath, drink our tea before it’s completely cold and then we make a game plan. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He places a soft kiss on the top of your head then hands you your tea again. You wipe your face with the sleeves of your hoodie before taking the cup. One of Tom’s arms is still wrapped around you, and you appreciate it.

After you both finish your tea, which was indeed almost cold, Tom leans back in his chair a bit. “Have you told anyone else yet?”

You shake your head. “No, I was thinking about telling Harry and asking him for advice on how best to tell you. But I felt weird telling him before you.”

The corner of Tom’s mouth kicks up into a small smile. “I appreciate that. My brothers won’t let me hear the end of it as it is, but that would’ve been the cherry on top.”

A beat of silence passes.

“What do you wanna do?” He’s back to being serious now. “If you don’t wanna keep it and not tell anyone about this I understand. That’s okay.”

“I do.” You notice Tom stiffen for a moment. “Keep it, I mean. I do wanna keep it. The baby.”

Tom’s eyes turn glassy, and he reaches for your hand. “We got this, darling. It’s gonna be tough, but we’re gonna get through this. And I’ll be here for you through everything.”

He’s said it before, but it’s reassuring to hear it again.

“Have you had an ultrasound already?” He asks, playing with a napkin on the table. His eyes are fixed only yours, though.

“No.” You shake your head. “But I have an appointment in two weeks.”

“Can I join you?”

“I’d love for you to come.”

•°❀°•

“Okay, let’s have a look at the little bean.” Both you and Tom are staring intently at the monitor, your hand clasped into his. You were extremely thankful that he was with you, that you didn’t have to do this alone. “Here we go. That’s your baby.” The doctor points at a little speck on the screen before pushing a few buttons. “It’s about the size of a kidney bean right now.” She smiles at you, “See that flickering there? That’s the heartbeat.”

You tear up again and squeeze Tom’s hand tighter, unable to pull your gaze away from the monitor.

The doctor takes the baby’s measurements and assures you that everything looks okay. She also tells you about the things you should and shouldn’t be eating and hands you about a million pamphlets. The amount of information you’re getting is slightly intimidating.

You leave the doctors with the first few pictures of your baby and an official due date: February 24th.

•°❀°•

You’re anxious about telling people that you’re pregnant. You don’t want to care what people think, but you do. It’s not like you’re going to shout it from the rooftops, though. You and Tom decided that you’re going to tell Harry and Sam first. They’re the baby’s uncles, after all. And it’s going to be hard to hide it from them since you’re always around each other. Next, you’re going to tell the rest of the boys. And then both of your parents. That’s probably the conversation you’re dreading the most.

“Why do I feel like this is some sort of intervention?” Harry questions as the four of you sit down in the living room, you and Tom across from the twins. “Or like they’re going to tell us they’re getting a divorce and that we’re going to be switching between two homes now.” Sam shrugs his shoulders and just looks between you and Tom.

You bounce your leg up and down in an attempt to get rid of your nervous energy, but it’s not helping. Tom places his hand on your knee and gives it a soft, reassuring squeeze.

The motion doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry.

“Oh, you’re gonna tell us you’re dating now? Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”

“That’s not quite it,” Tom admits, his pointer finger drawing random shapes on your knee. He’s nervous, too. “I don’t know how best to say it. So maybe we’ll just… say it?” He turns to you with raised eyebrows, and you think that’s the best option, too. Just rip the bandaid off. Like you did with Tom.

“I’m pregnant.” You hold your breath as you watch the news sink in. It takes a couple of seconds, then the questions start.

“How?”

“See, Harry, when a man and a woman are attracted to each other–“

“Don’t give me the talk, Tom.” Harry rolls his eyes. “I know how babies are made. I’m just… When did that happen? And please don’t give me too many details.”

“It was at that party wasn’t it?” Sam asks. “I saw you two disappear up the stairs.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Harry looks at his twin, his mouth open in shock.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal. And neither of them mentioned anything… so.” Sam shrugs his shoulders.

Harry moves his attention to you. “Why didn’t you tell me. I thought we were best friends.”

“Harry, is you not knowing that Y/N and I had sex really the only thing you’re taking away from this? And stop making her feel bad about it.” Tom’s voice is stern.

Harry lets his head fall between his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m just shocked is all.”

“None of us expected this to happen. But it did.” Tom leans forward to reach for his cup of tea.

“So you’re really pregnant?” Sam asks with raised eyebrows.

“Don’t ask me if I peed on the stick correctly. Your brother already did that.” You see Tom shrinking into the sofa a little as he takes a sip from his cup.

“Really?” Harry tilts his head to the side, biting back a smirk.

“You’re not the only one shocked by the news, okay?” This causes all of your to let out a small laugh.

“So what are you going to do now?” Sam asks, his elbows resting on his knees. “You’re both still in uni. How are you going to handle all of that?”

You’ve been wondering that, too. Uni is already stressful as it is, but with a baby? You know that other people have managed to do this, but that doesn’t mean that you’ll be able to pull it off as well.

“We’re gonna find a solution.” Tom says. “There’s still time to figure things out. I already looked into the possibility of pausing uni for a semester, or we’re just going to have to find a way to plan so our schedules don’t overlap. I start my final year in September. So I’ll almost be done with uni by the time the baby is born. We’ll figure something out.”

You didn’t know Tom had already thought so thoroughly about all of this. It seems like he already has a plan while you’re still struggling to wrap your head around the fact that you’re pregnant in the first place.

“You’d really take a semester off from uni?” You ask, and you can already feel tears pricking at your eyes. This constant crying is really annoying. But how can you not cry when he’s being so sweet and responsible.

“Of course. If that means our baby is taken care of properly, I’ll do it.”

Hearing him say ‘our baby’ is the final straw; your lips start to wobble, and then you're bawling.

“C’mere.” Tom can’t help but laugh softly at your emotional outburst. He’s witnessed a few of them already and has told you repeatedly not to be embarrassed about them because they’re adorable. You’re sure he’s just saying that to make you feel better, though.

“This is kind of weird.” You hear Harry whisper to Sam. “Seeing them together, don’t you think?”

“I guess we’re gonna have to get used to it.”

Telling your other friends went down similarly to telling Harry and Sam. At first, they were surprised, then a little worried, and finally they made some harmless jokes about it.

Breaking the news to your parents, though? Incredibly nerve-wracking. Tom insisted on joining you, and you were afraid of your parents' reaction. It’s the first time they’re meeting Tom. He isn’t even your boyfriend, and you’re going to tell them that they’re going to be grandparents.

Your parents took the news surprisingly well, though. You showed the ultrasound pictures to them, and your mum insisted on making herself a copy of them to put on the fridge. Everyone held their breath when your dad asked Tom if he was going to ‘do the right thing and make an honest woman out of Y/N’. However, that was followed by your mum lightly hitting his upper arm and telling him it’s not the eighties anymore. Your Dad then broke out into a laugh, saying he only wanted to see Tom’s reaction.

After you left your parents place, you told Tom not to be the type of dad to take bad dad jokes like that, to which he just shrugged his shoulders and said, “No promises, darling.”

•°❀°•

Morning sickness is kicking your butt. And whoever chose the name morning sickness was cruel. Because it’s not just in the mornings. You’ve been throwing up all night. You’re supposed to meet Harry to help him with a project for uni, but you don’t have the energy. Deflated, you call him.

“I’m sorry. I really wanted to help you out, but I barely got any sleep last night.” You manage to say before the biggest yawn of your life leaves your body.

“Are you feeling okay?” Harry’s voice is laced with concern.

“Not really.” You admit. “Honestly, I feel like shit.”

“I’m sorry. Do you need anything?”

“No. It’s okay.” You sigh, leaning your head against the back of the couch. “I’ll just try to get some sleep. I’m really sorry I can’t help you like I promised.”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. Your health, and the baby’s health, is much more important than my uni project.”

“Stop it. You’re gonna make me cry again.”

“Okay.” Harry laughs, “Get some rest.”

You say goodbye and hang up the phone. Even though Harry told you not to feel bad about the whole thing you do. You promised you’d help him. You hate breaking promises.

You decide to get comfy on the couch and watch a movie. Maybe that’ll get your mind off things. You’re not even halfway into the movie when the doorbell rings. You have no idea who it could be. Maybe it’s just a delivery for one of your neighbours.

Instead, when you open the door, Tom is standing in front of it, a duffel bag in his hand.

“What are you doing here? And what’s with the bag?”

“Harry told me you weren’t feeling okay. And I hate the thought of you being alone. So here I am.” He smiles sheepishly.

“How long are you planning to stay?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Uh… Actually I thought I’d move in. This is just my most important stuff.” He lifts the bag up slightly.

“You thought what? And you didn’t think to, I don’t know, ask me first?” You cross your arms in front of your chest. You get that he’s just looking out for you, but this is just a little much.

“Listen. I know this is sudden and yes I should’ve probably talked to you before but I didn’t want you to be alone now while you’re not feeling well. I’ll be your personal assistant. Anything you need, I’ll do it for you. And if you wanna throw me out because I’m annoying you can do that, too.” The corner of his mouth kicks up into a smile. And how can you be mad at him when he’s looking at you like that? You can’t.

With a sigh, you open the door further, “Come in.”

❀•°❀°•❀

Tom’s scrolling through his phone aimlessly. You had gone to bed early, still exhausted from the day you’d had, and he wasn’t sure what to do. He could watch some TV, but he was scared of potentially waking you up. You needed rest. Tom felt bad that you had to experience all these pregnancy symptoms while all he could do was watch and take care of you as best as he could. But that didn’t make the symptoms go away. He’s held your hair more times than he can count these past few weeks, and he hates seeing you like that. Not because he thinks it’s gross that you’re emptying your stomach about three times a day, but because he hates seeing you in pain. You’ve almost reached the second trimester, though, so hopefully, the morning sickness will stop soon. Tom read online that that’s usually the case and that the second trimester is the most comfortable one for most women.

He’s tried all the home remedies his mum shared with him to help you through it, and they seemed to at least alleviate some of the symptoms.

Suddenly, he heard shuffling in the kitchen. A glance at the time tells him it’s quarter past ten. At least you had gotten some sleep. Maybe. Getting up from his seat on the sofa, he makes his way towards where you are in the kitchen.

“What are you looking for?” He leans against the doorframe as he watches you opening every single cabinet.

“Pickles.” You mumble, and he thinks it’s adorable how you’re moving around the kitchen in your sleep shirt and messy hair looking for pickles. “I don’t even like pickles. But I need pickles. And I need them now.” You open yet another cabinet. “But I don’t have any.” You turn to Tom, your bottom lip pushed forward in a pout.

“Makes sense. Why would you have any if you don’t like them?” He asks, his eyebrows raised.

You cross your arms, “Stupid.”

Tom lets out a laugh, “You’re something else.”

You can’t help but notice how cute he looks in his wrinkled white shirt and grey sweatpants. Him living here definitely has its perks. You can ogle him whenever you feel like it. And you feel like it a lot.

Tom turns around, and you assume he’s going back to the living room, but then you hear keys jangling, and it sounds like he’s putting on his shoes.

“What are you doing?” You ask as you look at him, indeed putting on his shoes.

“Tesco’s still open for another thirty minutes or so. I’m gonna get you some pickles.” He says it so matter of factly that it makes your heart swell.

“Really?”

Tom looks at you with a gentle smile, “Of course.” He wraps his arms around you in a quick hug, then places a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

❀

When Tom gets back, he finds you on the sofa, your cheeks wet with tears. “What happened? What’s going on?” Tom could never be sure if something bad happened or if your emotions just got the best of you yet again. He hated seeing you cry, but this pregnancy was a sort of exposure therapy for him in that regard.

“I’m sorry.” You say as you look at him with your teary eyes. “You went all this way for me to get the pickles and now I don’t want them anymore. I’m sorry.”

Tom lets out a sigh, puts the pickles down on the coffee table and wraps his arms around you. “It’s okay, darling. Don’t worry about it. It’s the least I could do. And now we’ve got them in the house for when you crave them next.” You lean your head against his shoulder, almost melting against him. He places a kiss on the top of your head. “You wanna try and get some sleep?”

“Not yet. This is nice.” You mumble against the fabric of his shirt, and Tom can’t help but smile.

“It is.”

❀

The sight that greets Tom in the kitchen the following morning is one he never thought he’d see. There you are, sitting at the kitchen table, a tub of vanilla ice cream in front of you, with a spoon in one hand and a pickle in the other. He watches carefully as you scoop some ice cream on your spoon and put it in your mouth before taking a bite from the pickle.

“Is that supposed to taste good?” He asks sceptically. He’s trying not to pull a face, but just the thought of eating that has shivers running down his back.

“Oh my gosh, so good.” You practically moan, and Tom has to close his eyes for a moment. Pickles and vanilla ice cream. Unbelievable.

❀•°❀°•❀

“Are you nervous?” Tom asks as the two of you enter the doctor’s office. It’s the day of your 20-week scan, and you’re going to find out the sex of your baby. You discussed whether you wanted to find out or let it be a surprise, but both of you agreed that the baby itself was enough of a surprise. You want to know what you’re having. Plus, your mum’s been eager to find out so she can start buying stuff for the baby. Even though you told her that no matter if it’s a boy or a girl, you won’t be dressing them in just pink or blue.

“A little, but mostly excited.” You smile at him, and he takes your hand to give it a squeeze. “I just hope everything is okay.” You place your free hand on your bump. It’s grown quite a bit in the past few weeks, and you can’t really hide the fact that you’re pregnant anymore.

“I’m sure it is.” Tom smiles.

You’re called into the ultrasound room, and you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

During the check-up, your doctor tells you that the baby is healthy and growing as expected. And then you get to hear the heartbeat for the first time. It might be the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. When you look at Tom, he’s got tears in his eyes, but he’s smiling widely. Your smile mirrors his, and you tighten your grip on his hand. He reaches for your face and wipes your tears away with his thumb.

The doctor gives you a few moments and prints out some pictures for you to take home.

“You want to find out if it's a boy or a girl?” She asks, and both you and Tom nod eagerly.

“Yes, please.”

Tom places a kiss on the back of your hand as you both look at the doctor expectantly.

“You’re having a girl!” She says, causing Tom to raise his fist in victory.

“Yes!” He exclaims, making you chuckle. He’s mentioned before that he’s hoping it’s a girl. Both of you would’ve been fine either way, but he wanted a little princess he could spoil. You’ve got a feeling that he would’ve spoiled a boy the same, though. You’re going to have to make sure he isn’t too lenient with her in the future. Tom seems to be the type of dad who can’t say no to his kids.

You stop yourself from thinking too far into the future, though. You’re not sure where you and Tom stand, if you’re going to end up together or if you’re going to be co-parents for your little girl. You’re just grateful that he’s here with you now, that you’re not going through all of this alone and that he does everything in his power to make this pregnancy as comfortable as possible for you.

❀•°❀°•❀

“You’re still up?” Tom asks as he takes off his jacket. He’s been at the pub with the boys while you spent the majority of the evening studying. It’s almost one in the morning, and you’re exhausted, but every time you try and get some sleep, the baby starts kicking as if she wants to become a professional football player in the future.

You rub your hand over your bump, “Baby won’t let me sleep.” You see Tom’s expression soften.

He comes over and wraps his arm around you. “Maybe you should go to bed. That might help.”

“You don’t think I’ve tried that?” Your eyebrows are furrowed, and your voice is a little harsher than you intended.

“I’m sorry.” Tom says softly. He’s been an angel, never taking your angry outbursts personal.

“I’m just so tired.” You whine and rest your head against his shoulder. “I just wanna sleep. But every time I lay down she starts kicking.”

Tom places his hand next to yours on your bump. “We talked about this baby girl. You need to let your mum get some rest.” He says in a mock stern way, and it makes you smile. You love it when he talks to the baby. And she loves it, too. “C’mon, mama bear. Let’s get you to bed.” He stands up and reaches his hands out for you, and helps you get up from the couch. The two of you make your way towards your bedroom and the thought of laying in your bed and staring at the ceiling for half of the night again makes you reluctant to even step foot into your room.

“Will you keep me company?” You ask, looking at Tom. He’s been sleeping on the couch for the past months, and while you do feel bad and you’re sure his back must be killing him, your bed is not big enough for two people. But maybe it’ll work for one night.

“Of course.” He pushes your bedding to the side so you can lay down and then climbs in next to you, pulling the blanket back in place. “Maybe we should get one of those pregnancy pillows. I read those help with sleeping.” He muses. It’s adorable how he is so invested in the pregnancy, always researching everything. Getting knocked up while still in uni wasn’t part of the plan, but you’re happy it happened with Tom.

“Yeah, maybe.” You close your eyes even though you know you won’t be able to fall asleep. “How was your night?”

“It was fun. Told the boys we’re having a girl. They’re stoked.” You can hear the smile on his face and open your eyes so you can see it, too. You love his smile.

“This is still so unreal, isn’t it?” You whisper, placing a hand on your belly. It’s been months, but sometimes you’re still shocked you’re having a baby.

“It is.” He nods. “But I’m glad I’m doing it with you.” His hand joins yours again, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt.

“Do you ever think about that night?” You ask him. You’ve never talked about it. Even though the reminder of it gets more prominent every day, neither of you has ever brought it up.

“I do.” He looks at you with a small smile.

“Did you ever regret it?” You’ve been wondering that for a long time. It wasn’t just a harmless one nightstand. Even without you ending up pregnant, he’s your best friend’s brother, and both of you hadn’t really been thinking straight that night.

“No.” You’re not sure because you can’t really see in the dim light of your bedroom, but it looks like Tom’s blushing. “It’s uh… It’s kind of something I’d been wanting to do for a while.” He pulls a face. You could only stare at him. “That sounds weird. What I’m saying is… You’ve always fascinated me, and I was too chicken to do anything about it. But then, for once in my life, the bottle was in my favour.” He huffs out a little laugh, but then he turns serious again, his eyes focused on his hand still resting on your belly.

“When I woke up the next morning I was kind of devastated you were gone. For a second I thought it had only been a dream.” He pauses for a moment. “I’d been hoping you’d let me take you out on a date. Maybe even for breakfast that morning. But you were gone.”

You couldn’t really comprehend what he was telling you. You never thought he’d be into you like that. Or at all. It was enough of a shock that he wanted to spend a night with you, let alone take you on a date.

“But you could’ve reached out to me or something.”

He looks at you as if to say, Really? “You couldn’t even look at me, Y/N. I thought you regretted the whole thing.”

“Not for a second.” You’re quick to say, placing your hand on top of his. “Okay… Maybe for a split second when I found out I was pregnant.” You admit with a sheepish smile

“But not anymore?” He tangles your fingers with his.

“Not anymore.” You look at each other for a long moment. “Even though baby isn’t allowing me to get some sleep.” Your attempt at breaking the tension works.

“She still thrashing around in there?”

You nod. “Maybe she want’s to be a breakdancer. She’s definitely got a lot of energy. Just like her daddy.”

An emotion passes through Tom’s eyes quickly, but you don’t get to decipher it because he’s moving, so he’s laying perpendicular to you, half his body not even on the bed anymore.

“Hey, baby girl. You need to calm down so Mummy can get some sleep, can you do that for me?”

It feels like a miracle, but the moment Tom starts talking to the baby, she actually calms down.

You run your hand through Tom’s soft curls. “I think it’s working. Just keep talking.”

“You like the sound of my voice, huh?” He asks, directed at your bump. “That’s good because you’re going to hear it a lot.” He looks at you, and you smile at him, your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “Mum is looking very sleepy right now. Do you think I can talk her to sleep? I’m sure I can think of some boring stories.”

That makes you huff out a laugh; even the most boring stories can be riveting when Tom tells them. He’s a great storyteller.

Tom starts to list off what he did all day, down to the most minute details. Somewhere after him explaining why he chose Earl Grey instead of Breakfast Tea this morning, you fall asleep.

“I think we did it, baby girl.” Tom whispers, afraid of waking you up again. “Mum’s asleep. But I’m gonna keep talking. Just to be safe. Maybe you’re asleep, too, and aren’t even listening anymore. That’s okay.” He smiles. Your hand is still loosely placed on the back of his neck. There’s no place he’d rather be right now.

❀

The next morning, Tom feels like an old man. He spent half the night kneeling next to the bed (apparently, talking yourself to sleep is also a thing) before he finally crawled into bed beside you at four in the morning. And now his knees and back are killing him. But then he looks at you, still peacefully sleeping next to him, and it’s all worth it.

Carefully, he peels the blankets off of himself and gets out of bed. Your conversation from the night before is still at the forefront of his mind, and even though he confessed that he wanted to take you out on a date back then, and you had insinuated that you would have liked it if he had reached out to you after that night, he’s still not completely sure where you stand. At least he knows you don’t regret anything.

He’s got an idea on how he might get some answers, though.

❀

You’re awoken by someone gently running their hand over your head. At first, you think you’re still dreaming, but then you open your eyes, and Tom is looking at you with a soft smile.

“Good morning, darling. How did you sleep?”

“Heavenly.” You let out a dreamy sigh, causing Tom to laugh.

“That’s good to hear.” He leans down and places a kiss on your forehead. “So I was thinking…” He starts, his face so close that your noses are almost touching. “You wanna grab breakfast with me?”

You feel warmth spread through your chest at the way he was looking at you, his wild curls framing his face in the most beautiful way. And he’s asking you out? Right now?

“Is this gonna be a date?” You raise one eyebrow, and Tom shrugs.

“If you want it to be.” He smiles, and you can see his freckles move over his face with the motion. It makes you melt. He makes you melt. You’d love to go on a date with him. But you’re not sure you’re feeling up to it right now. Yes, you did get a couple of hours of sleep. But you were still exhausted.

As if he could read your thoughts, he says, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to change clothes or walk very far.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he grins at you.

“Huh?”

Tom stands up from your bed before helping you up, too. You’re not yet at the stage where you actually need help getting up, but you appreciate it anyway.

“C’mon.” He takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen, where he’s prepared the most elaborate breakfast you’d ever seen outside of a restaurant or hotel. There was tea and orange juice and all sorts of different kinds of bread and spreads. Pancakes and waffles. A full jar of pickles.

You look at Tom wide-eyed.

“I didn’t know what you’d be feeling like so I made a little bit of everything.” He smiles a little sheepishly. “There’s also vanilla ice cream in the freezer.”

You hadn’t been craving pickles and ice cream as much anymore, but it did happen every now and then, and you really appreciated Tom for thinking of it.

“This is… incredible. Thank you so much.” You wrap your arms around Tom, who reciprocates the hug immediately.

“Of course. Anything for you, darling.” He kisses your cheek. “And our baby girl of course. Who’s been so nice and let her mum sleep a little bit.” He grins as he places both his hands on your belly.

“All thanks to you.”

“What can I say, I love boring my girls to sleep.”

❀•°❀°•❀

December was a hectic month. All the holiday parties and gift shopping was already stressful as it is, but being pregnant made it even more stressful. But you got through the holiday season alright. You spent boxing day with Tom’s family, which you were a little nervous about, but everyone welcomed you with open arms. It felt a little weird to spend a holiday with them. Yes, you’re carrying their future granddaughter and niece, but you and Tom weren’t a couple. At least not officially. As much as you’d like that.

Tom’s been a sweetheart taking care of your every need, and you find yourself gravitating towards him more and more each day. It’s no secret that the two of you are attracted to each other; otherwise, you wouldn’t be in this situation, but neither of you is taking the final step.

You cuddle a lot, and Tom has now permanently moved into your bedroom, even though your bed is still too small. He says he wants to be close to you. But you haven’t kissed or anything. You’re in a weird limbo where you’re more than friends but not really a couple.

You’re sorting through all the presents you received from friends and family, a lot of stuff for the baby, when Tom enters the living room. He’s hiding something behind his back as he slowly walks towards you.

“I know we said no presents but… This one is mainly for our girl when she grows up. It’s not really finished yet, but I thought now’s a good time to give it to you.” He smiles at you softly, then hands you the present. It’s wrapped in red and green wrapping paper and looks like a book. When you unwrap it, you see that it is indeed a notebook. It’s leather-bound, and when you turn it in your hand, you can see that about half of it looks like it’s been written in already. You carefully open it. The first page is blank, but when you flip the page, you see the next page is filled with words in Tom’s handwriting.

“I started journaling.” Tom says, “I wrote everything down so I wouldn’t forget.” He smiles as you scan over the words on the page. He’s describing the day you told him you’re pregnant. How you spilt your tea and then just blurted it out. How shocked he was.

“And I thought it would be nice for our girl to have. So she knows that even though she’s a surprise, she’s loved and we couldn’t be happier to have her.”

At this point, tears are freely falling from your eyes, and you can’t even see the words on the page.

“I’d like to continue writing in it until it’s full. Jot down every little thing that happens, every milestone of hers. You can write in it to if you want I-“

He doesn’t get to continue because you surged forward and planted your lips on his. He makes a sound of surprise, but before he can properly react, you’ve already pulled away again. You bite your lip. That wasn’t really a conscious decision on your part. You’d just been so touched by his thoughtfulness you had no other way of coping with your emotions than kissing him.

“I’m sorry, that-“

This time it was his turn to interrupt you. He gently cups your face in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. “No need to be sorry, darling. You can kiss me anytime.” His eyes are sparkling as he looks into yours, the little crinkles by his eyes telling you he’s smiling even though you can’t see it because his face is so close to yours.

You close the small distance between you and kiss him again. This time longer. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he pulls you closer to him, as close as you can get with the bump between you.

“I take it you like it?” He asks after you moved away to catch your breath. You’ve got one hand placed on the side of his face, your thumb caressing his cheek.

“I love it. It’s so thoughtful… She’s gonna love it.” Tom’s face splits into the biggest smile as he gently tightens his arms around you.

“Happy Holidays, Y/N.”

•°❀°•

You and Tom spend New Year's Eve at home. You told him he could go out with the boys if he wanted to, but he insisted on staying at home. “There’s no way I’m leaving my very pregnant girl alone at home on New Year's Eve. Besides, I’d miss you too much.” He’d said, and it melted your heart. So now you’re both cuddled up on the sofa, watching TV while Tom has his laptop up with a countdown to midnight.

“Is it lame that I can’t wait for it to be midnight so I can go to bed?” You ask, your head resting on Tom’s shoulder as you focus on the countdown. Only a few minutes left. You paused the show you were watching after the last episode was over, so now you’re just sitting there, staring at the clock while Tom holds your hand in his, playing with your fingers.

“I don’t think it’s lame. Honestly, I’m looking forward to joining you.” He grins at you, and you roll your eyes.

“Of course you are.”

He places a kiss on the top of your head and gives your hand a squeeze. “I love falling asleep with you, okay? And waking up with you for that matter.”

You lift your head from his shoulder to give him a kiss, but he pulls away before your lips can touch his. You look at him, confused.

But then you hear a mechanical voice from Tom’s laptop start counting down from ten.

Your eyes are locked on Tom’s for the whole ten seconds, and then it’s midnight, and Tom finally kisses you.

“Happy New Year, darling.” He whispers against your lips.

“Happy New Year, Tom.”

“It’s gonna be a good one, I know it.” He places his hand on your belly. “Happy New Year, baby girl. We can’t wait to meet you.” He says, directed at your bump, and you run your hand through his curls, fighting tears. Tom looks back at you and smiles, giving you another soft kiss. “It’s gonna be tough, but we’ll get through this. And I’m so glad I get to do it with you, Y/N.”

“I’m glad I get to do it with you, too.” You say and pull him into another kiss.

❀•°❀°•❀

“Are you sure?” Tom asks, his brows furrowed in concern. “We don’t have to go.”

“It’s your brothers’, and my best friend’s, birthday, Tom. Of course we’re going.” You say, a stubborn edge to your voice.

Your due date is ten days away, and Tom has been on edge since the beginning of the month.

“The baby could come any minute now.” He says for about the millionth time in the past three days. It’s starting to annoy you. Okay, it’s annoying the crap out of you.

“Tom.” You grunt as you try to put on your shoes, but you’re not able to do that without his help. He immediately crouches down on the floor and helps you.

“I’m just saying.” He murmurs. “Okay, compromise.” He looks up while tying your shoes. “We go, but we’ll take the hospital bag and as soon as you feel anything even contraction adjacent, we leave.”

“Fine.”

You don’t wanna snap at Tom, but your back’s been killing you, and you just wanna have a good time celebrating your friends’ birthday. You know a stressful time is ahead of you, and you’re kind of seeing this as a last hoorah.

Not that you think your life is over once the baby is born, but it’s gonna be a lot of work for a while.

“I’m sorry. I’m being mean for no reason.” You admit when Tom is standing in front of you again. “I’m just a little anxious and my back hurts and-“

“I understand.” Tom smiles and gives you a kiss. He’s the best.

“How can you be so calm? I mean besides you telling me the baby could arrive any second now.” You can’t help but smirk.

“Oh, I’m not calm at all.” He admits. “I’m freaking the fuck out inside. I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible. And planning and preparing stuff helps.” He shrugs his shoulders. Who would’ve thought that Tom, known for his chaotic energy, would ever say something like that?

And he’s been taking the whole planning part very seriously. He’s a couple months away from graduating, and he’s already planned out the next two years of his life. Well, your life, too, in a way.

You’ll stay in your flat when the baby is born. You’ve already cleared a corner of your bedroom for her. And then, once Tom finishes uni, he wants to look for a job that’s not too far away from campus so that the three of you can move into a bigger flat where the baby can have her own room.

“You’re gonna be a great dad.” You smile at him, and you can feel the pride radiating off of him at your words.

“And you’re going to be an amazing mum.”

❀

He takes your hand and leads you towards the front door, where he picks up the hospital bag. The bag’s been packed for weeks after Tom read something about a couple that hadn’t had their bag ready, and the father of the baby had no idea what to pack. Better safe than sorry. Tom had said. At least he didn’t make you carry it around everywhere.

The twins were having a small get together for breakfast at the house, just for their closest friends and family. The big party was tonight, which you and Tom would not be attending. You told him he could go, but of course, Tom was too scared you’d go into labour while he’s not there. You found it endearing. Yes, you felt bad that he missed quite a few events he would’ve gone to if it wasn’t for the baby, but you know that he wanted to be there for you; he didn’t stay home because he felt like he had to.

After breakfast, you lay down on the couch. The smallest activities are draining your energy these days.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asks as he sits down next to you.

You open one eye to look at him. “I’m hanging in there.” You laugh, “But to be honest, I can’t wait for her to finally be here. I’m so over this whole pregnancy thing.”

“Yeah? You ready for the whole parenting thing, though?”

You think about that for a moment. While you don’t fully know what to expect, you have a feeling that you’re ready. Or at least as ready as you can be. You run your hand over your belly.

“I think so, yeah.”

Harry smiles at you, “You and Tom are gonna be great parents. And I’m gonna be the favourite uncle, of course.”

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes with a smile. You’re beyond glad that you and Tom being together and having a baby isn’t weird for Harry or any of the other boys. Everything was sudden and unexpected, but it didn’t really change the group’s dynamic.

It’s a little weird to think that soon you’ll have to take care of a tiny human. You’re going to be a mother. You had nine months to get used to the idea, but it still feels unreal.

“Darling? Mum and Dad are leaving now, and they offered to give us a lift. You wanna go home?” Tom enters the living room, and for a moment, you just stare at him. He really is the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“You guys are so cute it’s disgusting.” Harry laughs, snapping you out of your thoughts. You furrow your eyebrows. You hadn’t been doing anything? “The way you look at each other is enough.” Harry elaborates.

You turn to look at Tom again. He’s trying to hide his smile but failing, his cheeks a little red.

“Let’s go home.” You nod and hold up your arms. Both Harry and Tom help you stand. Once up, you have to take a moment to breathe. Tom’s holding you around the waist, while his other hand is holding yours.

“Okay?” He asks, you can hear the worry in his voice. He’s told you time and time again how much he’d give to take your pain away. But sadly, that’s not how it works.

The back pain is not letting up, and you squeeze Tom’s hand tightly, shaking your head. You try to breathe through the pain, and then finally, it’s better. You stand up fully.

“Okay, it’s better.”

Tom looks at you sceptically. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, let’s just-“ And then you feel it, the slow trickling of fluid. You look at Tom with wide eyes. “Either I peed myself or my water just broke.” You whisper, sending both Harry and Tom into a panic. The first thing Harry does is call for his mum.

Nikki quickly enters the living room and takes in the scene.

“Mum what are we supposed to do?” Harry asks, flailing his hands. You’d laugh if you weren’t so overwhelmed. You can barely pay attention to what is said, but Nikki leaves to get a towel and then Tom helps you sit down again. Tom joins you on the sofa, rubs your back and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“We need to call the midwife.” You tell Tom, and he nods, pulling out his phone. He puts it on speaker, and after you tell the midwife everything you’ve been feeling and experiencing lately and that you think your water broke. She tells you that you should get to the hospital just in case.

“See, good thing we brought the bag.”

❀

It turns out that what you experienced was indeed your water breaking, so now you’re in active labour. The contractions are coming in quicker successions and are getting more and more painful. Maybe you curse out Tom a few times. Maybe more than a few times. But he keeps praising you and telling you how amazing you’re doing, and reminding you that you’ll get to meet your baby girl soon.

And then you hear her cry out for the first time, and you know that all of that pain was worth it. You’re crying when the doctor gently places your daughter in your arms, and you can’t stop looking at her. She’s the most beautiful creature.

When you look up at Tom, he’s also got tears in his eyes. He leans down to give you a kiss. “Good job, mama.”

After a while, you hand her over to Tom, and he carefully takes her, making sure to support her head like the midwife has taught the both of you. He’s staring down at her with wonder in his eyes. You can’t blame him.

“Hi gorgeous… Hi Dodie.” He whispers, and she makes a little noise at the sound of his voice. “I love you so much.” He places a kiss on the top of her head.

This is one of those moments you know you’ll cherish forever.

It takes a while before Tom can bring himself to hand her back to you, but she’s getting a little whiney with hunger. Once she’s securely back in your arms Tom leaves to let your friends and family, who are in the waiting room, know that both you and the baby are happy and healthy, and by the time he gets back, you’re both asleep. He takes a quick picture, then settles into a chair by your bed, his eyes fixed on the two of you.

❀

“I can’t believe we have another Valentine’s Day baby in the family.” Nikki says as she holds your girl in her arms.

“It’s a privilege that only the coolest people share.” Harry boasts, making all of you laugh.

“You know, I can’t argue with that.” You shrug your shoulders.

“I’d argue that our baby is much cooler than you.” Tom points out. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your hand as his family gushes over Dodie. Your parents had been here early in the morning, and both of them were immediately smitten with the little girl.

“She’s a baby. You can’t possibly know that.” Harry crosses his arms.

“She’s our baby. Of course she’s the coolest.” You say, earning yourself a kiss on the top of your head from Tom.

“Fair enough.” Harry sighs, “She’s definitely the cutest.”

When everyone leaves, and it’s just the three of you again, you feel exhausted, but you can’t take your eyes off your daughter.

“I always thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever see.” Tom says, “But she’s just… On a whole new level.” He smiles at you before taking Dodie’s tiny fist and giving it a kiss. Her small mouth opens in a yawn, then she’s pouting again. Her chubby cheeks are so soft you could kiss them all day long.

“Same.” The two of you smile at each other, and then Tom leans in to give you a soft kiss.

“I love you.” You whisper, he’s still so close that your lips touch his with every word, and you’re not certain he heard you until you can feel him smile before leaning in for another kiss.

“I love you, too, Y/N.” He says, his eyes sparkling. Dodie makes a noise as if noticing that this is quite an important moment, and both of you look at her in your arms. “Both of you,” Tom adds. “So much.” He gently runs his fingers over her head.

You lean your head against his shoulder.

“The next few months are going to be hard. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. Maybe all of this didn’t happen in the right order or at the perfect time. But it’s perfect the way it is.”

“You’re not a little sad that you can’t live the careless life as a uni student anymore?” You’re mostly teasing, but there is still a little doubt in your mind.

“Y/N.” Tom turns to look at you, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m serious. Yes, I may have been a bit careless in the past, and it was fun. But I don’t want that for the rest of my life. I don’t need to party every weekend or get stupid drunk all the time. I don’t even want to, really. You two are all I’ll ever need. We’re a family now, and I want to take care of you and Dodie. I wanna watch her grow up, teach her things. I want to show her how loved she is every single day. And I want to do all of that with you by my side.”

He pauses for a moment, but you’re speechless. You have tears in your eyes again.

The corners of his mouth quirk up into a smile, “That sounded an awful lot like a proposal.” He laughs. “But I think we should take it one step at a time. First, the baby, then, finishing uni and then maybe, if you want to, marriage.”

A laugh bursts out of you. “Because that’s the natural progression of things.”

“Maybe it’s not the usual way things go. But it’s our way.”

“And it’s perfect.” You repeat what he said earlier.

“It is.” He agrees. “Just like our baby girl.”

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something more || h.js x reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play

“Joshua! Come look at this!”

There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.

“What is it?” your roommate called back.

You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.

“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.

“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”

His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.

There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.

“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.

Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”

The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.

Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.

“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Seungcheol.”

Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”

“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”

“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.

“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.

“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”

“I know.”

“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”

“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”

“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”

“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”

“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”

“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”

You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.

“You want fried rice?”

“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”

He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.

Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”

“We live together, close enough.”

To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.

“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.

You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.

It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.

If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.

Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.

Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.

You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?

“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.

Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.

You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.

Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.

You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.

The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.

The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.

“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”

You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.

You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”

Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.

“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.

“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Shua you don’t have to-”

He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.

“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.

You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.

“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.

“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, I’m not done!”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.

“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t.”

So much for that.

Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”

“What? No.”

“Show me.”

“No!”

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.

“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.

You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…

“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.

He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.

“You’re a liar,” he said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.

Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”

“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.

“I never said you weren’t!”

“You just called me a brat!”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

“I hate you.”

“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.

You paused. Was he really offering to-

“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.

“Feel good?” he asked.

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.

Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.

Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.

“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”

“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.

“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”

“Shua,” you whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you.”

He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean!”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.

“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out desperately.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

“So what is it that you need, love?”

You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.

“I want- I need your cock, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.

You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.

“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.

You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.

“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Great.”

A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.

“Yes, please do.”

You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.

He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.

You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.

“Joshua,” you gasped.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.

Joshua smirked. “Of course.”

He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”

You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.

“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.

He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.

“On your hands and knees,”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”

“No, please!”

You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.

He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Why not,” you whined.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.

“What is it?”

“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”

“I-”

“Was it Seungcheol?”

“No.”

Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.

“Fuck, Joshua…”

“Who was it?”

“It was you! I was thinking about you!”

“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.

“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.

Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.

“Fine, cum.”

You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…

You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, you were perfect.”

He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.

You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.

Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.

“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”

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asonofpeter · 3 years

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Now i kinda want to read a sex on the balcony scene 👀

A/N: I was in a mood to write so your wish has been granted! Also don't forget this is part of my Mr. and Mrs. Holland AU! Enjoy! 💕💕💕

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sex on a balcony

"You're so fucking sexy," Tom groaned, chest pressed against yours while he had his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you propped up against the railing of the balcony.

The moment your shopping trip ended and you had your men leave your bags in the room- Tom was dragging you out onto your private balcony so you can fulfill your promise.

At first you were a bit scared having your body hang over the edge, the feeling of the wind in your hair was thrilling and every time you opened your eyes to see the beautiful Italian city, you were scared you'd fall.

But raising your gaze back to your husband, his eyes so focused on you as he pounded against you brought you back.

This man right here- he'd never let you fall. As long as you were in his arms, you'd never get hurt. You trusted him and he trusted you.

And that was probably the hottest thing ever.

After all, that trust is what led to him fucking you over a railing in one of Milan's only high rises.

"I love having you on display, for everyone to see, but only I get to touch," he grinned, smirking when you threw your head over the railing again, prompting him to lick a strip along your exposed neck before biting on a fresh hickey he only gave you moments before.

"You are the sexiest man I've ever met," you spoke in a sultry tone as you lifted your head again, eyes rolling back when he thrust against your g-spot. "And you fuck me so well," you dropped your head back.

Your back was arched over the railing at this point, chest on display to whoever was neighboring, but you didn't really care. The only thing on your mind was your walls clamping around your husband's cock each time he rutted into you.

The feeling of his cock rubbing inside you to satisfy that itch you had. You felt that powerful pleasure build up and as you broke- your hands let go of the railing, arms loose in the air as you let out a scream.

A few cars honked as they passed, a heat rushing up your cheeks, but that was mainly the blood rushing to your head. Either way, you were left satisfied, the feeling of Tom letting go as well made you sigh in contentment.

"That was hot, you blew my expectations," he pulled you back up so you were flushed against him, breathing heavily into your hair before laying a kiss on your forehead.

"You blew mine," you gaped at him, cheek resting on his shoulder. "The thrill that I could fall any moment," you wrapped your arms around his back.

"It was intense," he agreed.

You nodded before he wrapped your legs around him, pulling you back into your suite.

"We're definitely doing that again."

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 3 years

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Poker Face

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night

»»——⍟——««A/n: I went into detective mode during this ngl. Sorry if you get confused 😃(I lowkey got confused while writing this so sorry in advance but I think it’s ok now)

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Prologue // Chapter 1

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Chapter: 3

The days following the gala were somehow calm and chaotic at the same time. You're very sore and stayed in Tom's bed mostly all day. He had his maids cooking for you, and none of his men were allowed near his room. If they needed him, they'd have to send Harry, Sam, or Harrison.

Tom stayed in bed with you for the first three days, letting you lay with him and rest while he worked on his computer. He'd be sitting up against the headboard, you laying on your side, your head on his shoulder, and his unoccupied arm around you. Tom put his laptop on the bed next to him and worked like that. It was a lot easier than he thought it would be, and it was honestly the best three days ever. On the fourth day, he had to see to business.

"Love. Look, you'll never believe this," Tom mumbles. You're laying on him, your head on his chest while you watch tv. You hum, averting your eyes from the tv screen and looking at his computer screen. "Look," he points to his screen. "I was looking into what happened at the gala and found the source from the explosion."

"Wasn't it a car? I thought- It couldn't have only been an explosion cause of how much damage...the explosion would've had to already be in the building since the whole thing didn't go down," you say softly, your eyes heavy and close to sleep.

"Yes. Yeah, that's the thing it was a car. But look," he points again. "The driver. Chris Evans."

"Chris Evans? Doesn't he work with Mackie?"

"Exactly. And the car, the license plate is with the Stan Mob. The source of the explosion was inside the car. The car blew up after the impact."

You sit up, looking at him with confusion. "Wait, wait. The driver died, Tom. Chris is dead. Stan couldn't have been behind this. Why would he have one of Anthony's men killed?"

"It doesn't make sense," Tom shakes his head. "Why was Chris driving the car in the first place?" Tom crosses his arms, frowning at his screen.

"Do you think Anthony was behind it?" you ask.

"Yeah. Yeah, 100% I do. It doesn't make sense, though. What Anthony is getting at. Like why do it? Why crash the place? What was the motive?"

You smirk, leaning your body back on his and putting your head on his shoulder. "I don't know detective, Holland. I'm sure you'll figure it out, though."

Tom turns his head and smiles at you, laughing lightly before turning back to the computer. It's quiet for a few minutes. Tom goes back to scanning his computer, and you relax back into him, closing your eyes for a moment.

"No...no, that can't be right," Tom mumbles, frowning at his laptop. His eyes widen. "It wasn't two. It was three," he says breathlessly. "Y/n. The moles. It wasn't two. It was three," he shakes you from his shoulder and shoves his computer to your lap. "Look."

You sit up and look at his screen. "Isn't that, Chris?" you say, looking at the picture on the file.

"I went back into the database Paddy got us access to, but check out his case summary. Steve Rogers, office worker, pronounced mafia spy on February 7th, 2022: Disappeared before confrontation. Investigation put on hold." Tom reads the summary to you, slowly piecing everything together.

"February 7th, a week before the gala?"

"If the police found out, he, of course, would've run. We had already gotten Paddy out by then. His file says the same thing." Tom mumbles, talking to himself but also to you.

"I'm sorry, Tom, I'm not really following. What do you think happened?"

"Think about it. We found out about the two moles after Paddy was out of there. You said those detectives at your house said they knew about a mole, and according to this, it would've been before Chris was suspected, but Chris disappeared a week before the gala. Paddy would've known it was him if he was around," Tom explains.

"So, after Paddy left, they suspected Chris too, but we already knew about two moles. Chris would've been the third," you speak slowly, still trying to understand what he's saying.

"Yes. Anthony's set on trying to bring me down any chance he gets. Crashing the gala could've jeopardized the peace between Tobey and Ryan. Anthony would've known that if Tobey and Ryan had deals, it would eventually branch out to me, and Ryan has a lot of good assets I could use," Tom's eyes are trained on the screen as if he's figuring everything out as he says it.

"So, Anthony doesn't want you to have ties with Ryan, and he wants to bring you down. That still doesn't make sense as to why Chris was in Stan's car," you say, confused.

"Think about it. Think about what Sabastion said that night."

"I thought I'd show up and see how everyone is doing. Never know when someone will end up dead. I'd enjoy having a good memory of everyone before it happens."

"Sebastian knew," you say breathlessly.

"He knew," Tom agrees, "Anthony probably got mad that Chris got found out. He used him for the job and killed him in the process."

"Wow. Pretty extreme way to prove a point," you say.

"That's Anthony Mackie for you," Tom says sarcastically. "Sabastion probably let him use his car solely to scare his own men. A way to tell them they aren't afraid of a mess."

You begin to think, going over everything again in your head. Chris was the third mole, and when he got found out, Anthony used him as a pawn to try to break up ties Tom could have with the Reynolds Mob.

"Tom," you say quietly. He hums, still going everything in his head. "If Anthony has moles in the police, they'd know about Paddy. You're buildings, the apartment. Anthony wants to take you down. What stops him from sending someone in to give information about you or me. They all know me. They'd know it was my apartment. What if he rats?"

Tom's eyes darken, realizing how serious this could be. Of course, it was serious before, but you had literal detectives in your apartment. It could put you in real danger. Tom isn't having that. "I'll look into it. There's no way I'm sending you back there if it's a possibility they know about you." Tom grabs your hand.

"I'll have to go back eventually. If Marcus and Chris don't suspect me now, not coming back will make them suspect me," you sigh.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. But I'm going there, Harrison and I. You can't go back until we check it out to make sure none of Anthony's scumbags were in there."

"Tom..." you sigh.

"It'll be fine. I'll dress differently and put a mask on. I cannot risk you getting caught, Love. Not if I knew I could try to have avoided it," Tom says, softly squeezing your hand.

That's how, on the fourth day, you ended up helping Tom pick a casual outfit, do his hair, and come up with a believable story of why he and Harrison showed up at your apartment, plus where you were and why you hadn't come back.

You dressed him in a hoodie, jeans, and smoothed hair over to one side. "Clothes aren't that bad. But I hate this hairstyle," Tom groaned, looking at himself in the mirror.

You laughed, walking up behind him and putting your hands around his arm. "The goal is to look like any other everyday person. You look normal."

"I don't want to be normal, Darling. If I did, I'd be a Hollywood actor," he smiles.

"How is that normal? You'd be famous," you asked, confused.

"What's more normal than acting like someone you're not," he shrugs, tugging around his hoodie to adjust it.

You roll your eye, "Ok, Hollywood boy. Get ready to put your 'acting skills' to use." He laughs and picks up the black mask sitting on the dresser, putting it on his face.

"This look, ok?" he asks. You nod, looking at him through the mirror. "Should I put on the glasses? It'll probably cover up my eye." Tom has a scar under his eye, not very big, but noticeable.

"Will they cover it? I mean, they're only regular glasses. Maybe the sunglasses would do better, but going in there with those would be suspicious. You can if you want, I guess," you nod.

Tom nods, picking up the glasses and putting them on, looking at himself. If you're being honest, he does look normal. Anyone who saw him wouldn't think a second thought, especially with the corona stuff going around. Nobody will care about his mask. People who were around him enough would know it was Tom. You guys are pretty much riding on the hope they can't tell. It's unlikely they'd be able to, and yeah, it's a risk, but what else is mob life about, right?

After you feel Tom's look is ok, you turn to walk back to the bed, feeling tired from standing long. You weren't even close to being recovered. Tom put bandages around your torso, but it is still sore, and you can't move around by yourself much.

Tom sees as you turn around, slowly trying to shuffle back to the bed. He turns to you and puts his arm out, letting you grab it and helping you toward the bed. "Thanks, Tommy," you say when you settle into the bed. "You guys shoulder probably get going."

Right when you said that, someone knocked on the bedroom door. "You ready, Tom?" you hear Harrison on the other side of the door.

"Yeah," he yells back. "Sam will stay here with you. Get some rest while I'm gone," he kisses your forehead, "everything will be fine." You give Tom a nod, and he gets up, opening the door and letting Sam inside. You see Harrison on the other side of the door, dressed in casual clothes like Tom.

"Oh. Oh, Tom, wait," you get his attention, "take the dress with you," you say, pointing at the dress in the corner. You still wanted it, a little sowing and cleaning, and it'd be fine.

Tom nods, walking back into the room and grabbing the dress and a bag, stuffing it into the bag and throwing it over his shoulder, walking out. Sam comes into the room, sitting on the now cleaned couch, getting comfortable for the time.

"You ready for this, mate?" Harrison asks Tom after they pull up to your apartment building.

"Yeah. How hard will it be?" Tom shrugs.

"Remember, they know me, so let me do the talking," Harrison says. Tom nods, adjusting his glasses and mask, checking, making sure his hair is still perfect.

After he sees he looks ok, he and Harrison get out of the car and head up to your apartment. Harrison uses his (Tom's) key to get inside. Marcus and Chris are in their usual spot, looking at the door when they see it open. Tom and Harrison act normal.

"Hey, Headwick. Uh, Y/n isn't here. She actually hasn't been here in the past few days," Marcus says. Neither of them seemed to think to give a second glance until they saw the second person who they hadn't met.

"Oh, yeah. We're here to pick up something," Harrison says. Tom doesn't look at them, keeping his head forward as he walks back toward your bedroom.

"Everything ok?" Chris asks, both of them eyeing Tom as he slips to the hallway.

"Yeah, yeah. Y/n needed something, and we're picking it up." Before they can say anything else, he walks away to the bedroom with Tom, closing the door behind him.

They quickly look around the room, checking for bugs, cameras, anything that could've been planted or moved. They don't find anything, both letting out a sigh of relief. "I'll look around the kitchen. You check the bathroom," Harrison says. Tom nods, and they split up. Harrison is careful, not bringing any attention to himself, making it seem like he was making something. Neither of them finds anything.

They regroup within 10 minutes, thinking and hoping they didn't miss anything. "You think it's clear?" Harrison asks, sitting down on your bed.

"I don't know, doesn't feel right. But, Y/n is right, she has to come back eventually, and right now, I guess there really isn't a reason not to," Tom sighs. "My gut says something's up."

Harrison shrugs, "It's your call."

Tom nods his head to the door, turning to walk out. "I'll put a sensor on the door. Let's go."

"Wait," Harrison stops before he opens the door, "does she make a panic button? Like the ones you put in the mansion?"

"Yeah. One in here by the bed, one in the bathroom, and one by the front door."

"The front door? Where?" Haz asks.

"I'll show you on the way out." They walk out of the room, Tom keeping his head forward like before. They head straight for the door.

"Hey. We never caught your name," Chris speaks up, both him and Marcus eyeing Tom.

"Peter. He's my brother," Harrison cuts in, Tom looking at him over his shoulder. "We actually have somewhere to go, but Y/n will probably be back soon," Haz nods.

Both Marcus and Chris nod their heads, watching as Tom opens the door for them to exit. When Tom steps throw the door, he turns back to Harrison, hoping the detectives don't notice, and slyly points his finger to the little button a few inches from the door. Harrison's eyes follow his finger, seeing the little button. He does a nod, and they continue out of the door.

Marcus and Chris watch them, and when they leave, they stay silent for a few seconds. "That was weird, right?" Marcus asks.

"So weird," Chris shakes his head. "I don't trust that Peter guy." Marcus picks up his laptop while Chris watches Tom and Harrison walk to their car. "Yeah, no. Somethings up. There's a third," he sees how they both get in, but someone else drives off.

"Chauffeur?" Marcus asks, eyes trained on his laptop screen as he searches for something.

Chris shakes his head, "I don't know, maybe. It looks like the same car Y/n got into when she left for that wedding."

"What, you think the boyfriend isn't letting her come back? Get the plates," Marcus mumbles. Chris watches as the car pulls off, grabbing a pad and quickly writing down the plate numbers.

"No, it doesn't feel like that, but something's weird."

"Yup, ok, look." Marcus picks up his laptop and puts it in front of Chris. "There are only ten people in the area named Peter. Here are profiles on each of them. Now, do any of these people look like the guy who was just here?" Marcus urges, shaking his head.

"Ok, but we can't know for sure cause of the mask. Try Headwick. Maybe the name is spelled weird. Either way, if they're brothers, he should be under Headwick's profile in family," Chris explains.

Marcus types quickly but then laughs. "Only Headwick's in this area is an eighty-year-old man and a fifty-year-old."

"Jeez," Chris sighs.

"You run the plates. I'm tapping into security. We're figuring out who these guys are," Marcus says, pulling up a chair directly next to Chris.

Both of them get to work, tapping away at their computers, focused.

A few minutes go by, and Chris sighs, sitting back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. "Fake plates."

"Ok, look," Marcus sits up, "I followed the car through the security around the city." Chris sits up, looking at his computer screen. He sees the black car at a stoplight, not able to see in the backseat, but can see Harrison in the front and Harry driving. Marcus captures the picture and tries zooming in. "This is the clearest picture I could get. That's Headwick, and that's the third you mentioned. I'll run him through facial recognition."

It takes a little over 5 minutes before the program beeps, announcing that it found Harry's face and file. Both their eyes widen, staring at the screen. "You've got to be kidding me," Chris breathes out.

The file reads: Harry Holland. 24 years old, brother to Tom Holland.

"We just let them go..." Marcus says.

"You don't think..." Chris trails off, looking at Marcus.

Marcus nods, "It was him. It had to have been."

Chris runs his hands over his face in frustration. "This' ridiculous."

"Yeah. Check this out," Marcus points to the family section, "look who it is."

Chris sarcastically laughs, shaking his head. "The mole. No wonder Chief wouldn't say his real name," Chris sighs. "Y/n doesn't know. She couldn't. There's no way."

"It's possible. But think about it, I mentioned the mole. A few days later, the guy's gone." Marcus runs his hand over his mouth, staring at the screen. "'Headwick' isn't anywhere under the family, so that would mean he's in some other part."

"The wedding," Marcus says, Chris, looking up at him. "She left for the so-called wedding and hasn't been back. What was the same night as the wedding?"

"That explosion. The whole mafia interference thing," Chris nods.

"If Y/n does know, I don't doubt Holland, and the whoever Headwick was there. She would've gone with them and been caught up in it," Marcus explains.

"You think she's dead," Chris frowns.

"Can't know for sure. Headwick said she'd be back, but we obviously can't trust that," Marcus sighs.

"Wait, the bag," Chris points at him, sitting up in his chair.

"What bag?"

"Remember, Holland came in with a bag!" Chris says, jumping up and walking to your room. Marcus follows him, watching as he opens your bedroom door and starts looking around.

"Careful," Marcus steps in behind him.

Chris looks around, finding the bag on the side of your bed. He pulls it up, throwing it on the bed and opening it. "Woah," he says, reaching in and pulling out your mangled dress.

Marcus frowns as he steps closer. "Either she's dead, or she did get caught up in it. Whatever happened wasn't pretty," Marcus mumbles, seeing the dress crinkle as it gets lifted from the bag, covered in blood and dirt.

"I think I saw a scar under Hollands eye. That would mean he had been there for sure." Marcus nods in agreement.

"I definitely saw him point at something as they walked out," Marcus comments.

"I saw too, but I didn't think much of it," Chris says as he leaves the room, walking to the front door and crouching down, looking in the direction Tom pointed. "Check this out."

Marcus squats next to him, seeing the round button. "Sensor?"

"Nah, it's a button. Probably panic button to alert Holland," Chris says.

"Should we tap it? Get him to come back and make the arrest?" Marcus asks.

"No. He'll know it wasn't from her. We have to wait. When, or if, she comes back, then we'll find out what we can and take her in if we need to."

While Tom's gone, you and Sam turned on a movie, and quickly you fell asleep. Sam sat comfortably on the couch, noticing you asleep and not bothering you. It was a little less than two hours when Tom returned.

He opened the door slowly and stepped in, seeing you asleep, curled up in his blankets, and Sam asleep, sprawled out on his couch. Tom smirks, stepping further into the room walking toward the couch. Harry and Harrison watch him from the door, rolling their eyes when they realize what he's doing.

Tom stops about two feet from Sam, taking his gun from his waistband and pointing it at him. He continues to walk closer and closer, waiting to see when Sam will wake up. Sam only jolts awake when he feels the barrel of Tom's gun against his forehead but quickly lets out a breath when he sees it's him.

"I'm revoking your babysitting privileges," Tom speaks barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake you. "And you're taking classes with Harrison from now on to strengthen your reflexes. You should have woken up the second I stepped in the room," Tom says dryly.

"Fine," Sam groans and sighs, pushing himself up and to the door, not wanting to wait around long enough to get in any more trouble.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Dress

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter sees you in a dress for the first time

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“Hi, Petey.” You greeted your boyfriend as you walked into his room. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he sat at his desk and kissed his cheek.

“Hi.” Peter said before looking up. When he finally tore himself away from his notes, his jaw dropped at the sight of you in a dress.

“Woah.” He mumbled quietly.

“What?”

“You...you’re wearing a dress.” He said as a smile broke through on his lips.

You gulped and looked down at your dress, acting as if it hadn’t been on your mind since the moment you put it on. You never wore dresses, or really anything that showed off you body. There was a certain comfort you found in baggy clothes that left absolutely everything to the imagination. If no one could see, no one could judge, and that’s how you liked it.

“Oh, yeah.” You pretended to notice the dress for the first time. “I am.”

“I’ve never seen you in a dress before.” Peters smile grew. “Actually, I don’t think I’ve seen you in anything but black jeans or sweats.”

“Yeah, well.” You shrugged shyly. “It’s a little hot for those.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, but he was barely listening. “Have you always had that dress?”

“Yeah. I just never wear it.”

“Why not?” He asked as if it was crazy.

“I don’t know.” You chuckled at his behavior. “It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?”

“No.” He said immediately. “No, um, I think it’s perfect.”

“What?” You laughed in surprise. “You do?”

“How have I never seen this before?” Peter tugged on the bottom of the dress as he admired it. “How come you don’t wear this everyday?”

“Are you playing with me right now?” You asked skeptically.

“No.” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t look that good.”

“Baby, with all due respect, you have never been more wrong.” Peter insisted as he got out of his chair. “You literally look perfect.”

“What?” You laughed again. “No I don’t.”

“Yes you do. Like, holy shit.” Peter put his hand on his chest and blew out a breath. “I have to sit down.”

Peter collapsed on the bed and took a deep breath, never taking his eyes off you in your dress.

“You have to be messing with me right now.” You shook your head in disbelief.

“I’m not. I’m just speechless. Give me a minute.” He requested as he stood back up. He took his time looking you up and down, admiring every inch of you in the dress.

“You’re speechless over the dress?” You raised an eyebrow. “It’s not even that cute. And you can see my stretch marks.”

“I know.” He sighed dreamily. “Oh my God. I can’t breathe.”

“What? They’re so ugly.” You insecurely squeezed your thighs together to hide the marks.

“Ugly?” Peter asked. “They’re like perfect little brushstrokes on the worlds most beautiful canvas.”

“No they’re not.” You said quietly.

“Um, yes they are.” Peter scoffed. “Don’t you know texture is what adds to the price of a painting?”

“Don’t be a smart ass.” You told him. You were already insecure about the dress, and Peter joking about it was only making it worse for you.

“I’m not.” Peter said sincerely. “Baby, how do you not see what I see? You look like an angel.”

“No I don’t.” You disagreed. “I probably look so stupid in this.”

“You do look stupid.” He nodded. “Stupid hot.”

“Stop.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“Stupid sexy?” He asked. “Is that better?”

“No.” You answered as you fought a smile. You folded your arms over your chest to try to cover yourself up, feeling more vulnerable than usual in your lack of clothing.

“Don’t cover up, please.” Peter requested as he gently moved your arms away from yourself. “I want to see the full picture.”

“The full picture has marks and scars and bumps and whatever the hell else is wrong with my body.” You mumbled as you looked down at your body.

“Wrong? Are we looking at the same body?” Peter asked. “Because I see nothing but perfection.”

“My body is not perfect.” You told him in an unamused tone.

“Your honor, she’s lying.” Peter said as he looked around.

“I’m not.” You laughed and poked his chest. “You are. You’re acting like a have a nice body when we both know I don’t. I shouldn’t have worn the dress. I don’t have the right body for it.”

Peter stared at you for a moment, realizing your feelings went deeper than just the dress. He frowned a little as a sadness clouded his brown eyes.

“Come here.” He said suddenly as he brought you over to his mirror. He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you rest your back on him.

“Would you look at someone else with this body and call them ugly?” He asked quietly as he stared at you in the mirror. You stared back at him as you slowly realized what he was doing.

“No.” You said finally. “I wouldn’t.”

“So why would you say those things about yourself?”

“I don’t know.” You said quietly.

“That’s okay.” Peter told you. “It’s a process, learning to love yourself. And the hardest step is always going to be step one.”

You tried to move away from the mirror, feeling insecure as you stared at your reflection, but Peter kept you in place.

“I love your body.” Peter stated. “I love it because it’s warm when you lay down beside me. And it wraps around me when I’m sad. I also love the way it looks in this dress.”

You stayed quiet as Peter listed a few more things he loved about your body. You stared at yourself as he described what he loved, trying your best to see what he saw.

“We are so lucky to have bodies, you know?” Peter said softly. “Our bodies hold us upright and keep us together. And our bodies allow us to hug people when we love them and jump when we’re happy and let feel warmth and pain and pleasure and all that good stuff. Don’t be mean to your body. It’s not mean to you.”

“This dress may have pulled a philosopher out of you.” You said as a smile broke through your lips.

“Maybe.” Peter chuckled before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Be nicer to yourself, okay? For me?”

“I’ll try.” You told him, and you meant it.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “Now could you do me a favor and tell yourself that you’re beautiful?”

“I don’t wanna.” You whined and put your hands over his.

“Just once.” He promised. “I want to hear you say it. Even if you don’t mean it, just say it.”

You looked at him for a long time in the mirror before letting out a sigh. Finally, you looked at yourself and gave yourself a weak smile.

“I’m beautiful.”

“Wow. So conceited.” Peter clicked his tongue.

“Peter.” You whined again.

“I’m kidding.” He kissed your cheek again. “I agree. You are beautiful. Don’t forget that.”

You smiled at Peter in the mirror before craning your neck to look at him.

“I won’t.” You promised. “I just need a reminder sometimes.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He told you. “Now, what other outfits have you been hiding from me?”

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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What about doing the same thing to the reader like your last blurb but instead of push ups she's doing squats?

Mother Fucking Squats || T.H.

this is a sequel to Mouth Fucking Pushups(one of your guys' favorites it appears lmao)

Warnings: Smut 18+, mentions of fellatio, explicit descriptions of cunnilingus

Word Count: 1,641

You and Tom often worked out together, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and in fact it was an activity that the both of you enjoyed greatly, loving pushing each other and encouraging each other to do one more rep. There were times that the company had its downfalls, it was when his muscles looked too good underneath his shirt, much like that night a couple weeks ago when you had ended up on the floor beneath him with his dick buried deep in your throat as he did push ups, really the devolution into sex was the only downfall(if you could even call it that).

It was a beautiful Sunday and you and Tom were in your home gym, both dressed in your workout clothing which was alway something so alluring, Tom’s shorts accentuating his thighs and his tight spandex shirt showing every ridge of muscle that you wanted nothing more than to drag your teeth over, to lick the sweet sweat from his body as held his body above yours. Your mind flicking back to that night a couple weeks ago, the thought tempting you to drop your kettle bell and slide beneath Tom once again but he looked so determined, watching himself in the mirrored wall to maintain his proper form, or at least that what you thought Tom was doing, that's what it looked like to you.

In reality, Tom was watching your reflection, the way that the fabric of your legging stretched around your body as you hinged downwards into a squat, drawing your kettle bell up to your chest and letting it strike softly at the valley of your sternum, the only thing that Tom would think about was being the weight against your chest, pressing heated kisses between the mounds of your breasts, your skin sweet under his mouth. He could feel himself getting hard, the temptation for your body to be flush with his overwhelming to a point of no longer being able to fight it, dropping the dumbbell softly on the padded floor and pushing himself up into a standing position, walking over to you on his toes, careful to not make a noise louder than the music that was ringing through the room. The rounds of your ass looked so alluring to his chocolate eyes, the temptation to sink his teeth into the tensed muscle something that he had to actively fight, instead he opted to get in a position much like the one that you had been in a couple weeks ago, placing himself between your spread legs, looking up at your crotch.

“Tom, what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, stopping your movements, bending over and resting your weight on the ground, looking him in the eye, noticing the devilish glint that danced in his tree ring colored irises.

“Watching the show” his voice was playful but it was clear he was dead serious and had no intention of moving, he was going to stay there and watch how your body moved over his face, the smell of your cunt reaching his nose, enhanced by your exercise heated state, he was loving it.

“You are such a fucking boy” you giggled, returning to your work out, dipping lower so your ass was closer to Tom’s face, temptation getting the better of him as his poked your cheek.

“Correction, I am a boy who fucks” his voice was sultry, the poke turning into a full as grab before you pushed back up to a standing position, your breath having left your chest when Tom grabbed your ass so harshly.

“Are you gonna let me work out or are you gonna distract me” his hand was still on your ass, dipping down with you, following your motions.

“Haven’t decided yet” you didn’t have to look at him to know that he was smiling at you cheekily, his signature smirk that made you weak in the knees, and if you became weak in the knees now you would collapse on his face, maybe that is what he wanted. You continued going along with your squats, thighs tiring slightly as you exerted yourself. It was only about a minute later that Tom gives in, his hand that had stayed on your ass for the past minute gripping in, tugging down at the fabric until your ass was on full show, your movements having ceased as he worked to make you bare.

“Tom” you whimpered as he blew cool air on your bare cunt, dripping already from having watched him work out.

“Mhm, baby” Tom sighed, his hand running up your thigh, the side of his hand nestled in the pit between your inner thigh and your cunt, thumb dipping between your wet folds and softly tracing them, running across the ridges. “So wet,” he stopped, retracting his hand from your pussy and bringing his thumb to his lips, pressing onto his tongue and smearing your arousal across his tongue. “So sweet”

“Fuck Tommy!” your knees were shaking and he hadn't even really touched you yet, his hand was coming back up your leg but it stopped at your knee, breaking the brace you had been held in and forcing you to fall onto your knees, your cunt now hovering directly above his face.

“Reminds me of a couple weeks ago” he spoke purposefully breathy, the air fanning lightly across your hyper sensitive cunt, drawing a long plantiful whimper from your throat, your hands falling between your spread legs and raking their way through Tom’s sweaty curls, tugging from the root. You pulled so harshly his head came off the floor, forcefully burying him in your cunt, a groan escaping from his chest and vibrating through your core, an inadvertent delivery of stimulation to your clit, your back arching and head throwing back in a moan.

“Fuck fuck fuck” the cries of pleasure left your lips rapidly as his tongue snaked past his pleasure coated lips and beginning to lap at your clit, flexing his tongue as it flicked underneath the hood of your clit, savoring the way your body jolted every time he did. His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling your as close to his face as possible, your lips spreading on his cheeks as he started to rock his head into you. His tongue left your clit, licking a hot stripe from the bundle of nerves to your entrance were he began to circle the clenched hole with his talented muscle, dipping into you and lapping up into you, his head moving with every thrust of his tongue, nose rocking against your engorged clit. It felt like heaven, there was no other way to put the sensation into words, it felt amazing and like pure euphoria.

Tom groaned something into your cunt but he was so deep in you that you couldn’t make out what he was saying, not that you would have been able to fully comprehend it even if you had, you were too lost in the dizzying amounts of pleasure that was running up your spine and winding tight in your belly.

“Oh Tom, fuck oh fuck, Tommy” You cried, your body falling forward and forcing your hands from his hair, bracing yourself on the floor, finger nails leaving crescent in the padding as your gripped into it. Your hips began to inadvertently grind against his face, riding it like you would his cock. The added pressure of your new position shoved his nose harder against your clit, the notch of his incorrectly set bone burning with friction against you as his tongue curled into your g-spot. Your toes curled with pleasure as your head fell forward, looking down to where Tom was buried and the sight of him, he messy hair and the arousal slickening your thighs and his cheeks sent you, the coil in your stomach snapping as you came on Tom’s tongue, hips stuttering against his face as you ceased ability to move, your whole body tensing as a cry of ecstasy left your lips. Tom carried you through your high, not letting up on his movement until you were shaking above him, your thighs quaking around his head as your moans turned to soft whimpers. He raised his hands, gripping your hips gently and pulling you from his face and helping you lay down next to him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since you had been doing squats, his face glistening with your cum.

“That was a great post workout snack” Tom mumbled as his fingers dragged across your cheeks, gathering the rest of your cum and arousal on his fingers before pushing them between his lips and sucking them clean, not wanting any of your sweetness to go to waist.

“That was a great workout,” you sighed, your thighs shaking as you curled into his side.

“I'm sure it was, you were really working it against my face, my nose hurts” he joked, raising his hand up and playfully rubbing at it as if it was sore.

“Oh shut up” you groaned, swatting his chest as you buried your face in his neck, hiding from his teasing eyes.

“Hey hey, no none of that, I am just teasing” he mumbled, his fingers catching your chin and pulling your face from hiding, his eyes softened from their previous playful mirth. “I love you” the words came out as a whisper and your heart was pounding, it was not a new phrase to be exchanged between the two of you but it still made you glow to hear him say it.

“I love you too, Tommy” you pecked his lips, tasting hints of yourself in his mouth. You pulled back, your tone shifting to one similar to Tom’s previous teasing one “You give good head, how could I not love you”

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‘Trouble in Paradise’ Chapter 1: We are the Styles

Synopsis: A young 28 year old cold but very hot CEO, or rather the biggest CEO in the whole of Europe falls for a sweet and nice 23 year old globally known, highest paid model Y/N Jenner. Yes she is part of the Kardashian - Jenner clan. Being totally opposite & from 2 different worlds is hard, but you know what they say opposites attract. Their love is all the world is currently gossiping about but this private man is finally enjoying hearing these kinds of rumors about him.

Now they have 2 kids and Harry just loves it all. Lavender being just 1min 32 seconds older than Ash but pretending to be 1 whole year older. They both love each other to a crazy extent, but wait there is a twist…. Will they remain to love each other so much forever? Will sibling love fade away because of their parents?

But in all of this chaos will Harry and Y/N fall out of love? Will they not want each other?

Warning: Cheating, mild cursing, sex, pregnancy.

A/N’s Note: I hope you like the first chapter. I do not own anything except the storyline. These series have nothing to do with reality, it's just a fanfic and does not intend to offend anyone. Y/N is cameoed by Gigi Hadid. This is my first time writing a fanfic so please stand by. Please share your suggestions because I have something crazy in my head, and your suggestion might just end up making it crazier. Please don’t shy away from sharing. I promise ya’ll for a happy ending!!!

Love you all!

Celebrity inside news, CEO Harry Styles is no more single, he is taken indeed. Yes you hear it right. The young Billionaire was seen with Victoria's Secret angel Y/N at the Catalyst Restaurant holding hands as well as even kissing. Well they seem pretty serious because it's both of their 1st time making any of their relationships public. Before this the young Vogue model was linked with actor Tom Holland but they did not confirm anything, rumors also said that both of them had a nasty breakup, but god knows the truth.

Did you like the Hollywood new power couple? Please let us know.

Y/N: Haz I knew that there is gonna be news but these many, and even including our pasts, this is just not done!! We need to take action against it.

Y/N firmly said.

Harry: Babe we don’t need to do anything, if you allow may I suggest something?

Harry, like a gentleman asked and Y/N blushed at his small act, the anger just blew away.

Y/N: Go ahead, I’m all ears.

Harry: Then let's make our relationship official, this way we will not have to hide anything. I know this will be tough but I think we both are strong enough to handle it all.

After an hour, just try to convince Y/N to make things official, Harry wins. Which was new in their relationship because Y/N always won.

Y/N posted this on her Instagram and from the moment it got posted, it blew up!!

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yourinstagram: My man is my man none of your man!!

PS: This was a win-win Mr. CEO not, your win.

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Gemmastyles: Never knew Y/N you had such low standards.

yourinstagram @/gemmastyles: Can’t help who you fall for Gem’s

Y/Nmylove: OMG!!! MY FREAKING NEW PARENTS!!

Harryishandsome: I knew there was something going on between them.

Y/Nfan4: Oh sure you did

harryfan3: excuse me? what about tom 😶

Y/Nfan12: harry and y/n getting together is world.

A day later the Model posted a picture of her promoting her boo’s brand Pleasing.

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yourinstagram: Pleasing people!!!

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harryfan1: THERE'S NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW.

harryfan2: YOU'RE THE BEST.

yourinstagram: I LOVE YOU

harryfan3: @/yourinstagram: same girl 😭😭

harryfan4: I’m still lost, what about tom??!!!

2 Years later-

Harry and Y/N tried multiple time but failed to make a baby, this is there last time other wise they will opt for adoption.

Harry: Babe don’t worry, everything is gonna be fine

Y/N: How Haz I am not able to fulfill one simple wish of your, I ‘m just useless.

Harry: Babe just take a deep breath and lets check the test results.

Y/N nods.

The Pregnancy test was positive which meant they both were going to be parents. Both Y/N and Harry celebrated that moment.

8 months into pregnancy after a dozen disagreements both Harry and Y/N decide to reveal there little secret.

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yourinstagram: I are really happy to announce that me and my boyfriend are soon going to become parents. I’m truly in love with our child (or children) already.

Mama and Dada love you!!!

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And again they both blew the internet up. It was now a very casual thing for both of them to create online jam and blow up.

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stylesnews Y/N styles in London today with her child. Coming out of the Style and Co. Tower. It is still unknow which gender there child is or what there name is. But we hope that the baby is happy and health and of course a upcoming style icon like there parents.

Harryfan1: Omg she looks so pretty & in shape even after pregnancy

Y/Nfan3: Yay she is a model, she knows the tips and tricks.

Y/Nfan8: I hope it’s a girl

Harryishot: She is giving major milf vibezz.

3 Years later-

A perfect family morning at the Styles mansion, the twins were running around while Y/N was preparing breakfast and Harry was still sleeping.

Y/N: Haz wake up!!! It's 10 am already, you're gonna be late for work.

Harry’s POV

I woke up to my beautiful girlfriend’s voice. I'm just not in the mood to go to work today, I just wanna be home with 3 of my babies…..

I went downstairs to see my sweet wifey preparing brekkie and my little munchkins running amok around the house.

End of POV

Both the 3 year old's, Lavender (nickname Lav) and Ash are really close to each other, something which their parents are really grateful of.

They ran outside to surprise their dad as they heard his footsteps coming downstairs. While running Ash accidentally fell and started to sob uncontrollably. Harry and Y/N ran towards him, Harry went and tried to calm his son down. While seeing her beloved brother cry Lav also started crying. And soon both of them were fine, not at all crying anymore.

Harry and Ash both had a very amazing relationship, unlike most baseball father and son duo they both were fairly open to each other but still Ash was a mom’s son after all. Even Lav was a total daddy’s girl.

Ash had a more reserved, observant and calm nature unlike his sister who was a totally hyperactive and enthusiastic creature.

End of the day they are the Styles, one of Hollywood's most popular and happy family.

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harrystyles: Love you my life. Happy birthday to Lavender Style and Ash Styles. Mama and Dada love you a lot!!!

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The world is crazy again!!!

This is chapter 1 I hope you all liked it I was a light chapter, the upcoming chapter are going to be very less visuals and more text, at least that’s in my head but if you like it this way we may continue too. Let me know if Gigi Hadid should give the cameo of Y/N throughout or should I change the celebrity with every chapter.

Sorry I posted it but it got deleted immediately, sorry for making ya’ll wait.

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Summary: Running into your former best friend on your 25th birthday wasn’t in your celebration plans. What makes It even worse is that he doesn’t even seem to remember you or the reason you completely disappeared from his life. What is in your plans though, is to make him fall in love with you only to break him the way he broke you. There’s no way you could end up hurt again…right?

Pairings: Tom Holland x plus size! reader

Warnings: SMUT (additional warnings under the cut), TW: mentions of past SH (nothing graphic, just mention of scars), language, fluff.

Word Count: 3.2K

Chapter 11: Watching, Waiting, Aching

Smut Warnings: unprotected penetration (wrap it up, folks) praise kink, creampie, pet names. I think that’s it..?

“THIS BOY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!!”

The scream reverberated through your small apartment, your eyes shutting involuntarily at the booming through your eardrums. You blinked back at your reflection, swiping the last of the black lipstick on your lips before you blotted it with a tissue. Unfazed, your gaze connected with Kiara’s expectant one in the mirror. You placed your tissue down and turned to give her your full attention.

“What did Lucas do now?”

Exasperated, Kiara began pacing through your bedroom. “He wanted to see if we should change costumes. It’s fucking Halloween! Everything is gone! Stores are barren. What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“Maybe he just wants tonight to go perfect for you guys?” You eased.

“That’s easy to say when you’re already in a perfect relationship!” Kie countered.

Your mouth dropped at her insinuation. “I’m sorry?” You began and watched her pacing cease. “Perfect relationship? Kiara, it’s a fucking act! You know what the plan is! I almost have him right where I want him!”

A look passed across her face that you couldn’t discern before she spoke again. “Are you sure it’s just an act?”

“Hey there, party people!!” Lucia shouted, her hands up in the air in a grand gesture. Her gleeful expression quickly became solemn when she read the room.

You chuckled humorlessly at Kiara, standing up from your seat. “I’m not doing this again,” you grabbed your leather jacket from your bed, completely ignoring Lucia’s entrance, “Tell your boyfriend to get his shit together. I’ll be waiting for them in the living room.”

You brushed passed Lucia, leaving Kiara to explain what had just transpired.

You knew it wasn’t fair to get mad at Kie like that, she was just looking out for you. But fuck, did it suck to constantly be reminded of how this all would end. You pushed your feelings down as far as they would go and they still seemed to bubble up like a bad mixture of beer and liquor.

Tom was attractive, attentive, sweet, caring, smart, and funny. Literally everything you’ve ever wanted in a guy. And everything you couldn’t have. You had toyed with the idea of scrapping the plan completely, allowing yourself and your relationship to bloom. There would always be that thing though, the past hanging over your head with him non the wiser. You couldn’t just throw it away for a happy ever after because there would be no happy ever after. Not if and when he realized who you actually were.

It might seem dramatic to some, but to yourself you felt like an entirely different person for that year. You shut everyone out. You hurt yourself, mentally and physically. There were times you even wanted to hurt others just so they could feel the pain you were feeling. It scared you and if it hadn’t been for those two girls in the other room and a really good therapist, you’re not sure where you’d be.

You should probably apologize to Kiara. Just…maybe not right now.

“Stop being such a baby!” You growled at Tom, your eyeliner pencil inching towards his water line. Another grumble blew past his lips as he squirmed on the edge of your bed.

He and Lucas had showed up ten minutes prior, fully decked out in their Halloween costumes. While his hair was brushed back and covered in temporary red dye, his face was still bare. With a pout, he pleaded with you to do his makeup since he ‘couldn’t figure it out’.

Now here you were, fulfilling his request and receiving huffs and puffs in return.

“Stop whining”

“I’m not whining, you’re whining.”

You sat back in your seat, pulling the eye pencil away from him completely.

“Please elaborate on how that makes any sense.”

He stared back at you, no response in sight.

“That’s what I thought,” you grinned, leaning back in. “Just let me do your water line and then you’re all done.”

A pathetic whimper was your response and you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’ll give you some kisses as a reward, that work?”

Suddenly he was sitting up straight, his fidgeting down to a bare minimum as you finished off his look.

“There. Perfect.” You glanced over your work, fake scarring, stitches and blood littered his skin and you were quite proud of yourself. He immediately leaned in to make good on your promise, a small peck quickly becoming heated.

You two had become pretty much inseparable the last few weeks. You had chalked it up to wanting to get this over with quicker, but you knew that wasn’t the real reason. You genuinely enjoyed spending time with Tom. You had when you were younger and it was as if no time had past at all. You fell into an easy groove with each other, minus all the pain you hid deep, deep down.

If you weren’t spending the night at his apartment, he was at yours. You’d built a routine over time that allowed you two to spend a decent amount of time together.

You also reciprocated his actions in the fitting room, many, many times. He tried to go down on you again but you always rebuffed him, finding one excuse or another. He’d begin to argue with you until your lips wrapped around his cock and every argument he had was gone.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy his ministrations - you had used the memory of his tongue working you over to get off when he was at work. It also wasn’t because of your insecurity about your body, though those thoughts did pass through your mind. It was the self harm scars you were worried about. Your upper thighs, hips and lower stomach were covered in them from your teen years. You knew he must have been too preoccupied in eating you out to notice them in the dressing room because he hadn’t brought them up to you since then. You feared if you allowed him another opportunity to be that close to them, he’d notice. And if he noticed he’d want nothing to do with you. In the past, your former partners found them uncomfortable to say the least. They never knew how to broach the topic with you, not realizing that they didn’t need to at all. That was in your past - you had found better ways to cope thanks to therapy. The reminder of those years would always remain though. No guy wanted to deal with a mentally fucked girl.

“You lovebirds ready to go, or what?” Lucia’s head popped into your room, forcing you to reluctantly pull your lips away from Tom’s.

“Yeah, we’ll be right there.”

You stood to follow her out, a sharp slap to your ass causing you to yelp. You turned to look back at him with a scowl.

“Sorry, my girl just looks good tonight.”

There it was again. My girl. By the smirk on his lips, he knew what those words did to you. If you didn’t leave immediately, there was a good chance you’d find yourself late to the party. Flickers of his face right before he orgasmed caused you to increase your pace out the door. You’d deal with those thoughts later. Right now you had an annoyed best friend waiting in the car for you.

Two hours. Just two hours and you had managed to lose sight of everyone except Tom.

Lucia’s coworker’s brother’s best friend was throwing a Halloween party that just had to be attended. It was gonna be the talk of the town and you’d be an idiot not to attend - her words, not yours. Talk of what town, though? She did realize that besides your friend group, you weren’t much for socializing, right?

It didn’t matter though. Lucia put on her best pouty face and you girls were putty in her hands. There was no actual reason not to attend, besides your unwillingness to befriend anyone other than your tight knit group. At previous social gatherings you had found yourself in the corner, nursing a drink and stroking whatever pet the homeowner of said party had. Kiara and Lucia were just more extroverted than you and that was completely okay - it was how you became friends after all. The knowledge that it was acceptable in your eyes didn’t help the vice grip on your heart when you’d reluctantly have to call yourself a cab to head back to your apartment, alone.

Tonight was different. Yes, you were still three drinks in and yes, you had pet the family dog every time it passed you by, but this time you weren’t alone. Tom was by your side the whole night, his arm protectively wrapped around your waist. His brown orbs flitted over you every once in awhile, silently checking that you were still enjoying yourself. The warmth of his body and the continuous flow of alcohol made it hard to be anything but content.

His presence tonight also felt different. Off, but not in a bad way. If you didn’t know any better, you’d call his behavior possessive. A scowl would cross his features anytime he caught a guy ogling over your frame for too long. The glower would disappear the second he gazed into your eyes, a smile quickly replacing it.

And, fuck, did it do something to you.

His grip on your waist, the sway of your hips against his slowly hardening bulge, the thin fabric of your lace, white dress, the warmth coursing through your veins from the alcohol, it was all becoming too much. You needed him. You may have been intimate with him in other ways, but you hadn’t actually had him inside you since your birthday. It had been too long and you needed him now.

You quickly turned in his grasp, nearly stumbling over your own feet. His brows furrowed, a silent question as if to say, ‘did I do something wrong?’

“Home,” was your only answer.

He looked puzzled for only a moment before you pressed yourself further against him. His response was a quick nod and a tug on your hand.

You knew Kiara would be bringing Lucas to your place and Lucia’s pajamas were already waiting for her on the living room couch.

“Yours,” you whispered once you were far enough from the sound of Michael Jackson’s Thriller blasting through the speakers.

He knew you meant his place, but that didn’t stop the immediate grin that swept his features.

“Yes you are,” he raised your hand to his lips, a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

A mess of limbs was the only way to describe your current state, both of your hands working overtime to rid the other of your costumes. His lips were on yours the second you entered the apartment, your feet tripping over his as you blindly guided your bodies to his bedroom.

You pulled away just long enough to pull your dress over your head, your hands reaching out for his face the second you were free of the garment. Instead of kissing him, however, you burst out into laughter.

“Okay, that’s really a buzzkill for my boner right now, Y/N,” he frowned, insecurity causing his face to heat up.

You tried to suppress your giggles, “I’m sorry, but,” another giggle, “Please just look at yourself in the mirror,” you instructed.

With a disgruntled sigh, he walked out of his room and into the apartment’s shared bathroom. It dawned on you suddenly that you were just standing in his room, a set of underwear and a pair of fishnet tights the only thing covering your body. The lights weren’t on - you hadn’t had a chance to turn them on in your frenzied embrace - but that didn’t quell the insecurity bubbling from your gut to your brain.

“Oh, what the fuck!”

His outburst caused another round of laughter from you, his heavy feet stomping back into the room.

“You think this is funny?” He pointed at the makeup on his face that was now smeared from the heat of the party and your make-out session. A tiny nod was apparently the wrong answer. Tom nearly ran towards you, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as you shouted in surprise. He lifted you with such ease that it literally took your breath away. Before you could even comprehend that he picked up your fuller frame like it was nothing for him, a slap was delivered to your behind and you were unceremoniously tossed on his bed.

Leaning up on your elbows, you met his lips halfway. Your hands came up to smear what was left of the makeup on his face, clearing almost all of it off.

“Is that better?” You teased in a softer voice. Tom’s forehead fell against yours, a content sigh escaping his swollen lips. All of your bravado dissipated at the look he gave you. With a gentle kiss on your lips, his own began traveling down your body.

Teeth nipped at your collarbone followed by his soothing tongue. Tom’s fingers traced up your arms, gently, almost trembling, gripping the straps of your bra to pull them down. It was still dark but the moonlight shone through his window, illuminating the two of you in an ethereal glow.

You had no idea why he would be nervous when you two had already had sex before, until it dawned on you that this was the first time you’d really see each other. The knowledge caused your own body to tremble, Tom quickly noticing.

He had just pulled the cups of your bra below your breast before he heard your quick intake of breath.

“Do you want to stop?” He questioned, not a single ounce of judgement in his eyes.

“N-no. Just…” you tried to find the words to describe how you felt. It wasn’t exactly nerves or insecurity anymore. This just felt different than the other times you two had been intimate. You weren’t sure what it was.

“I’m good, just nervous,” you finally spoke, alleviating his concerns.

“If you ever want to stop, you just say the word, okay?” His eyes bore into yours, waiting for an answer until you nodded.

With your consent, Tom unhooked your bra, tossing it on the floor with the rest of your discarded clothing. His lips wrapped around one of your already hardened peaks, his left hand moving to massage the other. You tilted your head back, a wanton moan immediately rising from your chest. Once he was satisfied with the attention he gave to one breast, he switched to show the other just as much love.

“Please,” you found yourself whimpering.

“What, baby? Use your words,” he pulled his lips away from you, pulling another whine from you.

“I n-need you…now, please. No more teasing,” your eyes were still closed tight from his previous ministrations so you weren’t sure if he had even heard you through your whimpers.

Your prayers were answered, his lips continuing their descent down your body. Featherlike kisses grazed your stomach, your eyes closing tighter at the realization that he was now looking at all of you - scars and all. He didn’t comment on them specifically, but you could hear him mumble how beautiful you were through the many soft pecks.

You lifted your hips slightly to assist him when you felt him begin to pull down your tights and panties in one go. This was it, you were completely bared to him. You were ready to put up your walls, to protect yourself from any criticizing stares, but there were none.

His eyes were blown wide with lust and pure adoration.

Delicate, open mouth kisses were placed along your thighs, hips and stomach before reaching your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, mouse,” he mumbled in your ears, the nickname sounding an alarm deep within your memories. Before you could even ponder why he’d choose that nickname, the name he had given you as a child, he was slowly guiding himself through your soaked folds. You weren’t sure when he’d found time to discard his boxers but you were grateful there were no more barriers between you.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered again, and as if to punctuate the point, he gently rocked himself into you, moving just an inch at a time to let you adjust.

“Fuck, Tom,” your nails dug into his biceps, holding him in place.

“You’re so fucking tight. Fuck…c-can I mov-“ your hips tilted up to answer him before he could even finish his sentence.

He set a slow, steady rhythm, his arms framing your head as he gazed down at you. Your mouth hung open, tiny moans filling the air at each thrust. You could feel every ridge, every vein, every part of him. Your hand found purchase in his damp curls, fisting them tightly in your grasp.

“Please,” you begged, you weren’t sure what for.

Your hips attempted to keep up with his pace, your legs locking around his waist.

“What do you need, mouse? Talk to me,” he encouraged, his pace never faltering.

“More. Harder…F-faster.”

He quickly obliged, moving from resting on his elbows to the palms of his hands. He began a punishing pace, the slight change in angle causing him to hit a spot deep within you that had you seeing stars.

“Right there. Please. Don’t stop. Right there. Tom. Tom. Tom.” You weren’t even sure what you were saying, words tumbling from your lips at the new sensation. No one, not even your best vibrator, had made you feel like this. The knot in your belly began to tighten as his cock filled you over and over again.

“Fuck. That’s it. Cum for me, baby. Cum, Y/N,” his hips began to stutter, indicating his own release was near. He reached his hand between your sweat soaked bodies, his thumb quickly finding your clit.

Your back arched off of the bed, a flurry of curses leaving your lips as he pushed you over the edge. The look on your face and the feeling of your cunt clenching on his cock pushed him to his own release. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, a low groan and his hot breath causing you to shiver.

Fingers lazily ran up and down his toned back as you both caught your breaths. You could feel him softening in you but you still didn’t want to part just yet. Something had changed, and even though you weren’t sure what it was, you wanted to bask in the afterglow a little longer.

With a deep sigh, he slowly slid out of you, your releases leaking from your core. Instead of rolling off and away from you, Tom hovered. The lust had dissipated but the adoration was still there. His lips brushed over yours, barely touching.

“I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.” He finally pressed his lips against yours, your lips moving with his but your mind running a mile a minute.

There it was - everything you had worked towards. He loved you. And the truth was…you loved him too. Fuck.

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lauras-collection · 3 years

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all i’ll ever need ✮ t.h. teaser

tom holland x fem!reader college au

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Summary: After spending a night with your best friend's brother, your life changes forever.

Words: 423 words for the teaser ~10k for the whole fic

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk

A/N: a teaser for my entry for @venomsilk s valentines fic bingo! full fic coming soon! Enjoy!!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

You never suspected Tom to even be interested in you in the first place. You always thought he was way out of your league.

But then Harry and Sam threw that party and maybe you got a little tipsier than you anticipated. Someone had the glorious idea to play a game of spin the bottle and in your slightly inebriated brain, you thought it was a great idea.

You don’t remember who else was sitting in the circle around the empty vodka bottle. All your senses were focused on Tom.

Beautiful, handsome, sweet Tom. With his lazy smile and messy curls. How could you tear your eyes away from him? It was impossible. Like a painting in a museum you just couldn’t walk away from.

And then, when it was your turn to spin the bottle, it stopped on him. You remember him winking at you, making your cheeks heat up. He patted the free spot next to him and before you were even realising what you were doing you were already next to him. You heard the people around you snicker and make comments but you didn’t care. All you could see were Tom’s beautiful eyes twinkling in the low light of the living room.

And then his hand cupped the side of your face and both of you were leaning in and then his lips touched yours for the first time.

You had thought about kissing Tom many times before. Caught yourself daydreaming about it when you were hanging out with Harry in their living room and Tom was studying at the dining table or kicking a football back and forth with Harrison in the back garden.

But real life? So much better. His lips were soft, his movements slow and a little cautious until you reciprocated the kiss. You tilted your head a little to allow his lips to roll against yours effortlessly. The butterflies in your stomach were already going wild but when you opened your lips and his tongue touched yours it was like a fuse in your brain blew and you completely stopped thinking and just allowed yourself to feel and enjoy the moment.

Your hands ended up in his curls, and his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you into his lap. You could faintly hear someone yell “Get a room!” but neither you nor Tom paid any attention to that.

You did end up in his room though. And you did way more than just kiss. And it was good. Better than good. Amazing.

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illicitlimerence-writes · 3 years

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close friends | t. holland

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this. a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.

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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.

it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.

naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.

eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.

instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.

he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,

'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'

the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.

thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.

'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'

who's story? what was going on?

you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.

a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.

oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.

sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.

you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.

you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.

it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.

"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.

"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.

"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."

"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.

"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.

"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.

he did not react like you had expected him to.

his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.

"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.

at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.

"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.

"are you okay?" you asked again.

"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.

“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.

“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.

“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.

“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”

“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.

“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.

“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.

“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.

“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.

“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.

“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.

“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.

you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.

you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.

once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.

once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.

when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.

“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.

“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.

he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.

in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.

you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.

you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.

“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.

“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.

“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.

“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.

“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.

you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.

although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.

you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.

“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”

with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.

‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’

all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.

your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.

“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.

his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.

whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.

“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.

you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.

you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.

after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.

as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.

‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’

next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.

you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.

you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.

you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.

“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.

you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.

tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.

tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.

‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’

edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #marvel #mcu #avengers imagine

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landothemuppet · 3 years

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Peter or tom taking care of sick overworked stressed and just generally burned out reader please

sick days and an idiot || (t.h)

Word count: 704

pairing: actor!tom holland x publicist!readr

N/A: okay it's short, but it's the concept of a blurb, am i right? I hope you will like it. I allowed myself to choose the reader's work and include a funny little situation. - lot of love! xx

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Fall was your favorite season, but it was also the time when you fell ill the fastest. The reason was simple: you were still stubbornly wearing summer clothes when the weather got cooler. And it only took a few days from the start of October for you to catch a cold. You had a sore throat, you had chills and sweats. No doubt you had a little fever, but the reckless one you were hadn't wanted to check. To top it off, the work was not easy. You had had several meetings during the day for several different clients. You have also been negotiating partnership contracts with several brands. But at the end of the afternoon, you felt exhausted, sore, livid. Your boyfriend came home from a late round of golf and you shivered as the wind blew through the front door.

"Darling, I'm home"

You didn't answer, unsure of the sound of your too hoarse voice. Your fragile health has betrayed you since you have coughed a few times. Tom just had to follow your coughing fit. You were wrapped in a fluffy plaid, cozy socks, your nose was red and your eyes were shining.

"Oh, my poor baby" he pained you.

Your boyfriend approached you to kiss your temple, not without protesting that you were sick. He couldn't get sick too, he had a press tour coming up soon.

"Stay away from me, you can’t be sick"

Tom shook his head before heading to the kitchen. He took out your favorite mug and his from the cupboard, setting them on the counter while he filled the electric kettle and took out the tea. You watched him do it with a feeling of fullness. This man was far too perfect. The brunette then leaned into the bottom cabinet to grab the heating pad you usually use during your painful period. He placed it in the microwave with a cup of water, to heat the object safely.

"How was your day, love?" Tom asked.

"Horrible. One of the brands that sponsors my client has a photoshoot scheduled without notifying us first."

"It sucks ..."

"And you'll never guess but ... I also got a call for a social media affair. One of my clients ... I wouldn't say who" you insisted your gaze on Tom, eyes piercing. "…posted on his Instagram story" you paused, giving him time to realize your words. “a picture of him in the designer room of his next BIG movie, where you can clearly see in the background ... 3 different iconic costumes of his character. "

Tom's eyes widened before swallowing hard and judging by tapping his phone. He got confused in excuse.

"We're having a press conference tomorrow. I don't have the strength to write your speech, but I'll do my best to get you out of your mess."

Tom gave you puppy eyes while still apologizing for it. He hastened to take the heating patch out of the microwave. He placed it against your stomach, kissing you on the cheek, then rushed to the counter to steep the tea in your cups and bring them to the coffee table. He settled into the couch, making you wince at having to move but you couldn't blame him since for the next few seconds you were snuggled against him in a heartwarming embrace. He stroked your head and kissed the top of your head.

"You're lucky that I love you, idiot"

"I love you too, darling."

You closed your eyes to appreciate the affection Tom was giving you. You were pretty sure he would be sick tomorrow, you were pretty sure you were going to have to spend the night writing an editorial line to save your silly boyfriend's ass. But for now, you were in the soft warmth of his arms and he was enough for you.

"How about ordering your favorite food and watching a fall movie before you have to go back to work?"

"Sounds good to me."

Tom pecked at your lips and you melted under his kisses. No, dating Tom Holland was no easy task but you were way too much in love with this man ... and he was an absolutely perfect boyfriend.

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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Mini Golfing

Into the Rush - Chapter 8

Pairing: Snowboarder!Tom x Reader

A/N: A bit of a shorter chapter loves but I hope you like it! As always feedback is appreciated and encouraged! love you xx

Summary: Tom and you get competitive at the mini golf course

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“Surprise!” Tom beamed, waving as he approached the front desk, “Guess who’s wonderful, charming, handsome boyfriend brought her lunch?”

(y/n) frowned, “How did you get here? You didn’t try to drive did you?”

“No, I promised you I’d follow the doctors orders didn’t I? I took an Uber,” he assured, setting a bag down in front of her, “And I brought tacos.”

“Good,” her frown quickly turned to a smile, “That’s really sweet Tom, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, so are you ready for lunch?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I was just clocking out,” she stood, tossing her purse over her shoulder before she took his hand, “Let’s go, those tacos smell amazing.”

“They taste amazing too, good thing your wonderful boyfriend brought them for you huh?”

“Is there a reason you keep saying that?”

“Well I don’t know if you’ve been telling everyone, I want to make sure everyone knows,” a goofy smile took over his face as he spoke, “Plus, who knows, maybe you’ll think it’s cute.”

“You’re whipped Holland,” she teased as he set tacos down.

“A little bit,” he kissed her cheek, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Sure, just a coke or something, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he blew her a kiss as he walked across the breakroom to the vending machines.

He examined the large cork board beside the vending machine while he waited for their drinks to fall. It held mostly random information about resort events and upcoming shows, but one flyer caught his eye. He quickly grabbed the drinks and returned to (y/n), excited to tell her what he’d found.

“Bunny, did you have a look at that board over there?” he questioned.

She shook her head, “No, and I don’t want to go to seniors night with you if that’s what you're about to suggest.”

He laughed, “No, not that, there’s an open job for a baker’s assistant down in the restaurant.”

She knit her brows in confusion, “So?”

“So you should apply!” he exclaimed, “I mean you said you’re still trying to figure out what your dream job is, and you’re really good at baking, why not give it a shot?”

“I can’t just be a baker’s assistant,” she blushed, “I mean I don’t have any experience baking professionally, and it’s not like I went to culinary school or something.”

“Why not?” he frowned, “There’s no harm in just applying (y/n), and I’m sure you’d really like it. Plus it’s just an assistant position, they’d teach you all the stuff you need to know.”

“I-I don’t know Tom,” she stuttered nervously, “I don’t think I could do something like that. I mean I might not like baking anymore if it was my job.”

“Well I think you’d love it,” he continued, “And I know you’d be great at it.”

She blushed and nodded, “Yeah, maybe, I’ll have to think about it,” she quickly changed the subject, “Did you still want to hang out when I get off?”

He nodded, “Of course I do. How do you feel about mini golf?”

“I think that’d be fun, but I don’t want you to strain yourself,” her eyes flickered to his leg.

“I’m sure I can handle mini golf,” he assured, “You really don’t need to worry about me so much, but if it ends up making me sore or something we can ditch and go to the movies or something instead.”

“Well you can’t stop me from worrying, but mini golf sounds fun,” she agreed, “Let’s eat, I’m totally starved.”

“Eat up, you’re gonna need a lot of energy if you’re trying to take me on in mini golf,” he grinned smugly.

She raised a brow, “Oh so you think you stand a chance at beating me?”

He nodded, “I do, I hate to say it but I’m going to have to wipe the floor with you my love.”

“Oh in your dreams Holland, you’re not even gonna beat me in one hole.”

“Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know.”

“Well we’ll just have to see about that then won’t we?”

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“I am about to kick your ass,” (y/n) poked Tom’s side as they walked, continuing with the trash talk they’d been spewing since lunch, “I hope you brought tissues.”

He grinned, “Yeah you’re gonna need them after I absolutely destroy you.”

“Uh, yeah right, I grew up on this mini golf course, this is my home turf,” she stated in a snarky, matter-of-fact tone.

“You can talk all the game you want, it’s just going to make beating you that much sweeter,” Tom glanced over the first hole before turning to her, “Well go ahead, ladies first.”

She dropped her ball, took a second to aim, and made her shot. The ball rolled across the fake grass and fell directly into the hole, making both of their jaw’s drop.

“Holy shit you really are going to kick my ass,” Tom gaped.

“I have never done that before,” she admitted, turning to him with a big smile, “That was awesome! You are so going down!”

“Good job bunny,” Tom chuckled and kissed her cheek before setting his ball down, “I probably won’t be able to match that, but this is only the first hole, I’ll catch up.”

“Yeah right, good luck,” she teased.

Tom took two hits to sink the ball and things continued like that for the first few holes, with Tom just barely staying behind (y/n). On the fifth hole things began to take a turn, Tom was doing fine, but (y/n) had hit her ball into a small pond, two times in a row.

“Come on,” she groaned as her ball plopped into the water for the third time.

Tom laughed, “You’re hitting it too hard bunny, you just need to tap it.”

She sighed and grabbed a small net beside the pond, using it to try and fish her ball out again, “Maybe I can just start in a different spot?”

“No way, that’s not regulation,” Tom smirked as she struggled to reach the ball, “Do you want me to grab it?”

“I got it,” she shot him a glare, leaning over the railing in front of her to grab the ball, “Look this is a fluke, next hole I’ll be back on.”

“Oh it doesn’t matter bunny, I’m about to catch up, and then I’m going to blow you out of the water,” he sang before taking another swing, sinking his ball straight into the hole, “Boom, take that.”

She rolled her eyes and dropped her ball at the beginning of the course, “Stand back, I’m about to get another hole in one.”

“Oh be my guest darling,” he snickered.

She hit the ball again, lighter like Tom had suggested. Finally it made it past the water fixture, rolling just to the left of the hole, “Finally,” she groaned.

“Nice putt,” Damien seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, leaning on the railing just outside of the course with an arrogant smirk, “Funny seeing you two here.”

“Why the fuck are you here?” Tom glared at him.

“Ivy dragged me out, she’s up front now if you want to say hi,” he pointed across the building to a blond girl standing at the front counter.

“I meant why are you bugging us Damien?” he scoffed, “Go bother your own girlfriend, I’m sure she doesn’t appreciate you running off to hit on mine.”

“Oh Tom, I’m just saying hi, no need to get so worked up,” he chuckled, “I don’t know how you put up with him (y/n), he’s such a grouch.”

“Oh fuck off,” Tom scoffed.

“Tom, let's just get back to our game,” (y/n) set her hand on Tom’s arm, worried that things might get as heated as they had the last time, “We’ll see you around Damien, have fun.”

“You know you two aren’t that far along,” Damien hummed, continuing to try and press Tom’s buttons, “Why don’t you join Ivy and I? I’m sure we’d all have fun on a little double date.”

“Well thanks for the invite, but I think we’re gonna hang out just the two of us,” (y/n) declined politely while Tom pursed his lips.

“No fucking way we’d be caught dead hanging around you two,” he spat, “Quit bugging us.”

“Maybe that busted ankle was the universe's way of telling you to get a better attitude Tom. You know, karma and all,” Damien spat back, his eyes narrowed to a glare.

“I don’t think you, of all people, should be talking about karma,” Tom glared back, “If it worked like that every bone in your body would be broken.”

“Tom,” (y/n) frowned, “Come on just let it be.”

“You should listen to her,” Damien snickered, “I mean I’d hate for you to get dumped over little old me.”

“You think she’s gonna dump me for you?” Tom scoffed, “Come on, don’t be dense mate. Stop fucking around and go bother Ivy.”

“I was implying she’d dump you because you’re a hot head,” Damien clarified, “But if she wanted to swing by my place after I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Oh fuck off, you’re a fucking pig you know that?” Tom rolled his eyes.

(y/n) grabbed his arm before he could continue, “Damien you should go,” she said sternly, “Now. Tom, let's just ignore him alright? He’s obviously just trying to piss you off.”

Damien wore his usual smug smile, but he raised his hands as if he were surrendering, “I’m going, I’m going, I wasn’t trying to upset you sweetheart, it’s just a little friendly teasing.”

Tom opened his mouth but (y/n) cut him off again, “Tom come on, just drop it, please,” she groaned.

“R-Right,” he blushed, a wave of guilt hit him when he looked at her, “I’m sorry, let’s just go to the next hole alright? We can just forget about the score for this one.”

She picked up her ball and walked to the next hole without another word. Tom followed after her with a frown, he stayed silent while she started the next hole. It was obvious that he’d upset her, but he didn’t really know what to do about it.

“Hey, uh, I’m sorry,” he blushed as he dropped his ball at the beginning of the hole, “I didn’t mean to upset you back there.”

She sighed, “I’m not angry or something Tom, it’s just annoying.”

He nodded, “I know, I wouldn’t have suggested coming here if I had known…”

“I know Tom, obviously I’m not blaming you for that, I just don’t get why you need to sit there and fight with him. You guys can do that stuff at practice or whatever, but right now we’re on a date,” she crossed her arm as she spoke, “Maybe Damien doesn’t really care about spending time with his girlfriend, but I don’t think I’m being ridiculous if I want our dates to be about you and me, not fighting with him.”

His cheeks burned with embarrassment, “I’m sorry bunny, you’re right, I shouldn’t have gotten into it with him like that. I care about spending time with you way more than I care about fighting with him,” he pressed a quick kiss to her lips and flashed a smile, hoping to earn her forgiveness, “I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise.”

She cracked a smile and nodded, “Thank you for apologizing, I’m sorry if I got a little pissy.”

“You’re not pissy, I understand why it upset you,” he assured, “I mean I don’t like it when someone else has your attention either.”

“Yeah, maybe I’m just a little selfish with you,” she sighed, "Now go, I wanna get back to kicking your ass.”

He just smiled back at her, “You’re gonna eat those words bunny, just you wait.”

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