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ok imagine that you are always seeking tom out for cuddles when you're cold (even when he's in meetings), but then finding out that he keeps the mansion at a cold temperature on purpose just so that you always have an excuse to cuddle him alwaysssss im softtttt
this is such a cute idea I think my heart exploded when I wrote it :’)
—soft!mob!tom monday—
It’s perplexing, really. Given Tom’s wealth and his riches, you’ve never been able to figure out why his house is always so chilly.
You’re sure it never used to be like this. When you’d moved in over winter, it’d been warm - the mansion running warm due to a very complex heating system. Granted, even that had never been enough to keep you completely happy. Over January and February, you’d frequently found yourself trailing the corridors, searching for your boyfriend and his warm, warm arms. You’d made a bit of a habit of it even - somehow always ending up in his lap in the office, or sprawled across him in the study, clinging to his heat. Once spring had rolled around, you’d thought your case of the chills would stop, but no.
If anything, the mansion only feels colder now that it’s late spring. You’ve asked Tom about it before, only to be met with a suspicious level of reassurance from your boyfriend, who seems to flush every time you mention the heating situation. You’d learnt to drop it and deal with it, realising that it’s just one of those things that don’t quite make sense, and besides - there are far worse things to complain about than the temperature of your boyfriend’s mansion.
But you’re cold. It’s 4pm, and you are so cold, and there’s only one thing you can do to help the situation. Forget jumpers and extra layers - the only thing that ever manages to bring the warmth back to you is the feeling of Tom’s arms wrapped around you, so you set off on a mission, walking from the library in the general direction of his office.
Rocking back on your heels, you knock on the door, pulling the sleeves of your jumper down and holding them in the palms of your hands, your teeth almost chattering. After a moment, you hear the sound of Tom’s voice, drifting through the door as he calls out, “Come in!”
You slip into the room, raising a hand in greeting. “Hi,” you say, glancing around the office. Tom’s not alone - there are three other men settled in the chairs in front of his desk. Two of them you don’t recognise, but the third is Harrison, Tom’s best mate, and he smiles at you.
“Hi, darling,” Tom says. He pushes back from his desk, tossing down his pen as he stands up. His inquisitive eyes take you in, zeroing in on the way you’re rubbing at your arms, drowning in an oversized hoodie. “Are you cold again?” He asks, lips quirking into a soft smile.
You nod as you step forward, sinking into his hold easily. Immediately you sigh, your cheek pressing against the crisp white shirt that covers Tom’s chest. He runs hot, constantly, and whilst that can prove troublesome when it’s a warm evening, right now, there’s nothing you enjoy more than his body heat.
“Thanks,” you murmur. You bite your lip, remembering about the other people in the room, and reluctantly you pull away. Tom’s hands slip down to your waist, and he looks at you, eyes softly caressing the curves of your face. “I should let you-”
“Nonsense.” Tom pecks your cheek before taking your hand and leading you back over to the desk. As you’ve done a thousand times before, he slips into his seat and pulls you down with him. You settle in his lap, looping one arm around his neck, settling sideways over him as your other hand reaches out for his desk and picks up your book - your favourite book, which you keep in his office, for occasions such as these. “Comfy?” He asks.
You hum, enjoying the feeling of his hand holding your back and the warmth of his shoulder against your cheek. “Yeah,” you reply, biting your lip as you look up at him gratefully. “Thanks, baby.”
“Any time.”
Tom gets back to his discussion with his men, and you enjoy stealing his body heat as you rest in his lap, flicking through the pages of your book with ease. It’s relaxing, listening to the background hum of his voice, feeling the vibrations that shoot out from his chest as he speaks. Whenever the volume gets a little too high, you feel his eyes flicker over you, and then he corrects himself, lowering his voice and rolling a hand over your back in smooth apology. You’re like a well-oiled machine, so familiar with these late-afternoon snuggle sessions that they’re second-nature.
After about half an hour, the meeting seems to conclude, and the two men leave the room. When only Harrison remains, you bookmark your page and sit up a little straighter, looking over at your friend as he stares at you and Tom, an amused expression on his face.
“You’re both very funny,” Harrison says, standing slowly from the chair.
Tom wraps both of his arms around your middle, pulling you nearer protectively as he kisses your temple several times in quick succession.
“What do you mean?” You ask, amused. One of your hands shifts to rest in Tom’s hair, toying gently with his soft brown strands.
Harrison rolls his eyes. “Every day you end up doing this,” he says.
“Because it’s always so bloody cold in this house,” you reply.
“Yeah, and whose fault is that?” Harrison replies cryptically.
You furrow your eyebrows, sitting straighter. “What?” You say, looking around at Tom. When you see the sheepish look on his face, you furrow your eyebrows. “Tom, what is he talking about?”
“Harrison!” Tom grunts, a flash of irritation passing through his eyes when he looks at his right-hand man.
Harrison winces, throwing both of his hands in the air before rapidly walking to the door. “Bye,” he says, scurrying out before another word can be said.
You turn on Tom, pushing up from his lap and repositioning yourself so you’re straddling him, a leg hanging either side of his thighs.
“Tom?” You say, looking at him curiously. You cup his cheeks in your hands, smoothing a thumb through his ruffled eyebrow as you stare him down, a soft smirk on your face. “What’s Harrison talking about?”
Tom sags, biting his lower lip. His cheeks tickle pink, and he looks away as he mutters something incomprehensible.
“What was that?” You ask, grinning. It isn’t often you see him so bashful, so shy. Tom’s tender with you, always, but you’ve never seen his facade drop so low in his office like this. You coax him around, kissing him softly and slipping your hands back to his hair as you press your forehead to his. “What’s going on?”
Tom sighs.
“I might’ve got them to set the thermostat really low,” he mutters, “Because I like it when you come in and interrupt my meetings so we can cuddle.”
You just about melt, right there and then.
“Aww,” you coo, pouting softly. You run your hands through his hair, lifting your lips to kiss his forehead. “Mr Tough Guy likes his cuddles.”
Tom scowls, squeezing your hips. “I like your cuddles,” he counters, before bringing your lips together in a warm kiss. “You’re making me soft,” he whispers against your mouth.
You smile, pressing your nose to his. “Do you mind?”
Tom shakes his head. “Not at all.”
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Idea for mob!tom being this big bad boss bit when he gets home his 20ish son bakes him a cake and tom is like what did i do to deserve an angel like u
Cute
He was livid. A business deal had gone sour and he'd had to beat the shit out of him only to get him to agree to a half assed deal.
Before he even got to the door, he could smell vanilla and heat. It suddenly brightened his mood knowing exactly what it was. He huffs his last little bit of anger before shouldering the door open and closing it behind him, finding the kitchen warm and smelling heavenly. Greg stands at the oven in your bright pink, polka dotted apron, that same tuft of hair Tom sticks back at the front of his hairline bobbing in a frizzy mess when he looks up at his father,
"Hey." Tom nods acknowledgingly,
"Thought you didn't bake if I was out?" Greg shrugs,
"Got a sudden urge. It's your favorite by the way. Vanilla with chocolate frosting. Just gotta let the… cakes cool." Greg mumbles, glancing up when Tom approaches,
"What's up? What's the matter?" Tom shakes his head, dragging his son in, for a hug,
"Nothing. Just… been a rough day."
"I can tell. Your knuckles are all busted. You know mum'll kill you if she sees that." Greg says. Tom nods, looking at his hands over Greg's shoulder,
"Yeah I know." He sighs. Greg frowns,
"Are you really this upset about this gross as mobster you went to meet with?" Tom shakes his head, pulling back,
"No… I was pissed but… you're always here to remind me that you and your mother are the most important people in my life. I don't know what I did to deserve either of you but… I'm glad I did it. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." He tells Greg who blinks for a moment before nodding with a sly smile,
"You're so cheesy. You're lucky I love you too dad." Greg mutters. Tom snorts,
"I'm cheesy. Says the one wearing his mother's apron."
"Hey, the suit is Gucci. I was not getting anything on it." Sitting at the island table, Tom chuckles,
"Mum has said for years she saw so much of me in you and I told her I didn't see it… now I can't stop seeing it." Greg chuckles again,
"You say that like it's a bad thing." He murmurs looking to his father. Tom can't help but smile, proud of the little family the two of you had made.
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Champagne Problems
Summary: Tom asked you a life changing question but you can’t give the right answer.
Pairing: Tom x reader
Warning: Themes of mental health issues such as depression and Eating disorders
Word count: 1481
Note: Inspired by champagne Problems by Taylor Swift.
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You sat on the uncomfortable cushioned seats waiting for the train to move. The thoughts in your head found their way to the hallowed out pain in your chest. Your throat dry, but your face still wet from the tears. You knew this feeling too well. Numb
As the train began to move you watched the bustling crowds on the platform become small. The train wasn’t full and if you were being honest you preferred it that way. It gave you time to think. Time to sit and feel hurt. You fought with yourself trying your best to stay awake. Every time you close your eyes it’s the same face.
His face.
Funny how in a few short hours you can find your whole life turned upside down.
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“My family is really excited to see you” Your boyfriend said as you wrapped his red flannel around your body. The November breeze was colder today, setting the tone for the terrible thing you were planning to do. You put on your best smile as you walked to the passenger side of his car. “Yeah I can’t wait to see them again. It’s been so long”
Tom was nervous. You didn’t know why but you kept telling yourself it was nothing. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he knew you were planning on breaking his heart. Maybe he was just waiting for it to happen.
The second you reached his parents party the guilt inside of you multiplied. How could you be cold to someone so warm? “Y/N I’ve missed you” Tom’s mother said as she pulled you into her warm embrace “I keep telling Tom to bring you around more but he always says your busy”
“Yeah well my new job has really kept me on my toes” You lied. Truly your job schedule wasn’t busy but you didn’t want to make things awkward by telling her the reason you hadn’t come around in 3 months was because you’ve been in the biggest depressive episode ever. “Well at least you’re here now” She smiled as she moved back to talk to the guest.
You felt Tom's hand meet yours again squeezing it tightly before he leaned it placing a small kiss on your cheek. “You look lovely tonight” He whispered. You chuckled looking you into his soft brown eyes, “Not as lovely as you” You joked as Harry walked towards you.
“Y/N You look great” He complimented looking down at your black dress, “Do you mind if I borrow Tom real quick?” You nodded your head grabbing a glass of champagne from the table next to you. Him and Tom walked away whispering among themselves.
“Do my eyes deceive me or is that really Y/N?” You turned around when you heard Harrisons voice. He smiled taking another sip of his beer. “Hi Harrison” You rolled your eyes leaning in for a hug.”
“I see you're enjoying the champagne. Sam and Harry picked it just for tonight. It broke their wallets” He chuckled putting his empty beer bottle down to pick up a glass of the Dom Pérignon. You talked for a while catching up on the small things. He learned about your new promotion and you learned about the girl he’d been talking to. It was the small things like this that really kept you grounded.
Tom returned shortly with a huge grin plastered on his face as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “Care for a dance love?” He asked shyly as Harrison chuckled. You put down your glass and grabbed his hand as a slow song began to play.
“Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight darling?” He pulled you in closer as you rested your head on his shoulder, unable to hold eye contact. The lump of guilt in your stomach grew bigger. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Tom. You loved him with your entire heart. He was truly the love of your life. It's just you didn’t love yourself. You felt that you were holding him back from all that he could accomplish.
While he tried his best to be supportive when you couldn’t leave your bed, or when you didn’t eat. Even when you spent most of your day sleeping. He was always by your side. It made you feel terrible every time he cancelled plans to stay with you. You could see the slight sadness in his eyes every time you had your ‘bad days’. It was unfair. That’s why you were doing it
“About 100 times since you first saw me tonight” you chuckled.
“And I’ll tell you 100 more times” He kissed your temple softly as you swayed side to side. One by one couples left the dance floor until it was just you and him. Tom shifted his position pulling away from you gently. “Tom?” You asked unsure of the sudden change in his mood.
He grabbed your hand gently looking to his left to see his family staring at you both before turning back to you. “Y/N I want to ask you something” He cleared his throat as his grip on your hand tightened. Your eyes widened as he began to bend down, getting on one knee. “Y/N Y/L/N I have known you for three amazing years. You’re the love of my life. I love you and I want to make you a part of my family”
He paused for a moment reaching in his pocket to pull out a small box. Tears flooded your eyes as he opened it exposing the ring his mother always wore. “This ring has been in my family for generations and I want you to have it. Will you marry me?”
The lump in your throat prevented you from talking. You stood there frozen as the rest of the crowd waited for your answer. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see the pain in his face when he hears your answer. “Tom I love you but I can’t marry you”. Your voice was barely above a whisper but in the quiet room it was heard everywhere.
You opened your eyes when you heard him gasp. The look of sadness and shock on his face when you gently pulled your hand away. It was unbearable. Your instincts told you to walk away but your feet stood planted on the grown as he slowly got back up. “I don’t understand” His voice cracked. “Did I do something wrong?”
A second wave of tears poured down your face as he moved to touch your cheek. You looked away staring at anything else except him. Harrison and his family stood there in shock. Your stomach dropped when you realized this would be the last you ever saw of them. They wouldn’t want you in their lives after what you’re doing tonight. “Can we talk somewhere else?” You say quietly looking down at your shoes. He nodded his head grabbing your hand to move you into the other room. “Baby what’s wrong? Did I do something?” He had tears forming in his eyes.
“No Tom you didn’t do anything wrong” You took a deep breath trying your best to put your feelings into words. “I just can’t marry you because it wouldn’t be fair to you. You deserve so much more than I give you”
“What are you talking about?” He sounded baffled at what you had said. You wiped your tears from your cheeks as more slowly came down. “Tom one day you’re going to find someone who will be able to give you the same amount of the love that you give them. And they’ll make up for the hurt I’ve caused”
“I don’t want anyone else, I just want you. Why can't you see that?” His voice was filled with pain as he moved closer to you grabbing your hand, “I love you”
“Tom I love you too it's just-” You were at a loss of words. “It’s just what Y/N?” His voice grew louder but still had hints of sadness.
“I’m holding you back. I know you don’t think I am but it’s true. You’ve missed so many opportunities because of me and my problems. It’s unfair to you. I need to work on myself alone. I love you but I can’t marry Tom” This was gonna be hard to do but the proposal made it even worse. “I’m sorry”
He stood there frozen as you grabbed your bag and walked out the room. A whisper broke out through the crowd as you walked to the front door.
She would’ve made such a lovely bride.
It’s a shame she’s fucked in the head
By the time you reached the front door Tom had walked back into the crowded area. His family comforting him was the last image you had as you walked out the door.
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ok but "Why are you getting jealous, baby?. You know I would fingerfuck you right in front of her." with mob!Tom
me reading this request and going !!! lmfao. i love it. nsfw 18+ !!! extended warnings under the cut <3
–it’s mob monday–
extended warnings: jealousy, mentions of alcohol, fingering (fem receiving), slight degradation (calls her a slut once). i like this a lot tho hehe.
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The mansion is decorated to the nines, with glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, a temporary bar standing in the centre of the atrium, and a sea of serving staff covering the ground floor. There’s a string quartet in the corner, and there are so many diamonds hanging from necks and wrists that it’d rival the most exclusive boutique in Mayfair.
Tom likes to throw these get-togethers a few times a year. He invites everyone he knows—partners, foes, suppliers. Everyone gathers in your house and mingles cordially over champagne and canapés, pretending that they aren’t all armed with deadly weapons and surrounded by security personnel. It’s always a special occasion, and it’s one of the few times a year that Tom can relax when he’s around these people.
You know he enjoys it, so you always try your best to play your part. You’re in a long, sweeping tulle dress, tinted with your favourite colour and flattering you in a way that Tom adores. Your breasts ache, still tingling with the reminders of the tough lovebites your boyfriend had sucked to their underside when he’d first seen you in the dress. You’d been interrupted before your shenanigans had gone further, and you’ve been aching all night. Your arousal has only been made worse as you’ve watched Tom waltz around all evening, strolling from conversation to conversation with confidence, a broad smile, and an incredibly tight-fitting tux wrapped around his figure.
You’ve been holding back the temptation to jump him all evening, but you fear you won’t be able to hold it in much longer. Your skin prickles with want, the space between your legs throbbing, and you can’t stop yourself from peeling away from your conversation and moving off through the crowds in search of Tom.
It doesn’t take you long to find him, leaning up against the bar, champagne glass in one hand, the other arm resting on the bartop. You find yourself scowling as you recognise who he’s talking with: Monique, the leader of one of the other gangs in London. She’s always cosy with him, always emits an awful aura of intrigue whenever she’s around your boyfriend, and whilst you trust Tom more than anything, you don’t trust her.
You observe them for a few moments, trying to talk yourself down from acting unreasonably, but then she reaches out and rests a hand on Tom’s shoulder, and you can’t stop yourself from strolling over to them. You approach from behind, wrapping a hand around Tom’s waist and feeling him stiffen until you press a quick kiss to the side of his face. You move purposefully, knocking Monique’s hand off his shoulder as you settle at his side, resting your temple on Tom’s shoulder as you look at the other woman.
“Evening,” you say curtly. “You don’t mind if I borrow Tom for a moment, do you, Monique?” You pause for less than half a second before smiling, sickly sweet. “Brilliant. Thanks.”
Tom’s smirking, you can feel it on his face as you take his hand and pull him away from the bar. He catches up to you, murmuring into your ear as he lets you guide him, “that was a bit rude, love.”
You pout, only stopping when you’ve pulled Tom into a hallway. It leads off into three separate rooms, all full of your guests, mingling and laughing, but the hallway itself is vacant. You lean against a wall and tug on the front of Tom’s suit, jerking him closer until he’s pressing up against you and you’re able to bury your hands in his hair.
“Sorry,” you mutter, your jaw set in a hard line. “You know I don’t like her.”
Tom scatters a few soft kisses to the side of your face, slowly wearing down your hardened demeanour. “Why are you getting jealous, baby?” He murmurs, lips held by your ears. He briefly bites your earlobe, causing you to moan. “You know I’d fingerfuck you right in front of her.”
You whimper, pulling on your lower lip as you feel one of his hands stroke over your hip before sinking between your legs.
“Tom,” you say, voice breathless. You look over his shoulder, eyes skimming the vacant hallway. You part your legs. “Someone could walk in.”
“And?” You can feel him smirking against your neck as he bunches the side of your dress up at your waist, giving his hand easy access to slip up to your centre. “Fuck, love, no underwear?” Tom pulls back, eyes glinting almost black. “You’re soaked,” he coos, stroking two fingers through your slit. He teases your entrance until you’re whimpering and bucking your hips down against them, at which point he indulges you by sinking them into you. The discomfort fades as he stretches you out on his slender fingers, adding a third one a few moments later as you moan. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Always so desperate for my touch.”
You grab at his shoulders, eyes fluttering shut as you tilt your head back and whimper. Tom’s skilled with his fingers—he’s learnt exactly what he has to do to bring you to your knees, every single time. As his digits nudge up to stroke your g-spot, his thumb wrangles your clit, applying the perfect pressure as his lips mark your neck, leaving bruises on your form as you melt.
“Tom, Tom, fuck, that feels so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Mmmm, don’t worry.” Tom nibbles at your ear, hot breath fanning across your neck. “Gonna make you gush for me, lovie. Right here, when anyone could walk in. Bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t you..? Bet you’d love everyone here to know how much of a needy slut you are for me.” You moan, shaking against the wall as his words coax you to the edge. “Go on, darling. Get my fingers wet, mm? Cum for me. I want to feel just how desperate you are.”
Your eyes roll back as you do as instructed, unable to keep quiet as you fall into your climax. Tom kisses you, pressing his mouth to yours to muffle your loud noises of enjoyment as your cunt clenches around his fingers and your clit revels in the pleasure being given by his insistent thumb. You gasp as you pull away from him, riding out your high before slumping a little, your figure shaking as you watch Tom remove his hand and suck on his fingers for a few moments. The glint of his Rolex is almost as pronounced as the hungry spark in his eyes.
“Thanks,” you mumble, voice hoarse. “Needed that.”
“I know you did.” Tom pulls your dress down before resting his hands on your waist, slowly dragging his palms up until they’re resting over your boobs. He winks as he gives your breasts a soft squeeze. “Are you going to behave now, or will I need to fuck you too before we go back out there?”
You smirk, drawing your hands over his shoulders before dragging him closer. You kiss him passionately, letting your tongue dip into his mouth and hearing him groan in response. Your hand settles in Tom’s hair as you kiss him a few more times, not wanting to distance yourself completely, craving him.
“I think you know the answer to that question, Tom,” you mumble against him.
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re right.” He reaches down for your hand and shoots you a wink. “You’re insatiable, darling. Insatiable.”
You just shrug, letting him pull you towards a vacant room. “Can you blame me?”
Tom looks back, his hungry eyes roaming your figure as he shakes his head. His smirk grows fonder, and you feel your heart clench with love for him as he chuckles.
“No,” he murmurs, pulling you closer to kiss your hand, “because I feel the same way about you.”
#i really like this one :') nothing i would rather have as the last official mob!monday blurb... </3 thank ou#tom holland smut#tom holland x reader#tom holland x reader smut#tomblurbs#myblurbs#mob!tomblurbs#mob!tomfic#tom.filth#smut#q
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throwing a fucking fit on mob!toms dick bc you’re needy for attention and he’s making u cockwarm him and he lets you until you tire yourself out and he grabs you by the face and says now that you’re done being a brat it’s daddy’s turn and he fucking plows you oh to be a puddle for this man
+ if he makes reader go back to cockwarming when he’s done and she’s just a fucked out subby mess for him sitting on his lap full of his cum and all marked up
18+ nsfw content. extended warnings beneath the cut! I took a couple creative liberties with this one but the core ideas are still the same... I can only say... yikes.
extended warnings: this is genuinely just atrocious who gave me the right to create it. your mind, anon, truly. anyways. d/s dynamics, mean!dom!tom, one instance of mild spanking, cockwarming, unprotected mxf sex (please wrap before you tap; condoms act as barriers against STIs as well as unplanned pregnancy). he’s really mean lol.
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Maybe you brought it on yourself, but it’s not like Tom’s completely blameless, either.
He’s been strutting around the house all day, dress shirt pushed up to his elbows, Rolex glinting off his wrist. Following behind him has been an air of confidence so pronounced it’s made you wet, subconsciously clenching your thighs together every time you find yourself in the same room as your boyfriend. The infuriating thing about Tom is that he knows he looks good - he knows just how much you like it when he wears his curls loosely like that, and how much you enjoy it when he kisses your cheek and lingers by your face long enough for his cologne to sweep over you.
He knows his effect on you, and he’s abused it all day. Teasing you, with small touches on your waist, your back. Kissing you briefly, barely letting his lips linger against yours for more than a second. Using that deep, husky voice of his. You’d tired of it quickly, growing impatient and frisky, which has led you here, to your current predicament.
You’re sitting in Tom’s lap, straddling his thighs. The two of you are alone in his office, and when you’d walked in, he’d been preoccupied with contracts and accounts. Now, his focus has shifted.
“Darling,” Tom’s voice is clipped, terse. He’s frustrated with you, that much is obvious, but he doesn’t push you away as you spend time nibbling at his neck, letting your tongue lap over his pale skin. “Y/N.”
You pull back, innocently looking up at him. “Yes, Tom?”
Tom’s eyes are dark, glinting almost black with restrained lust. In one hand is a glistening ballpoint pen, and his other holds your waist. His expression is familiar, features carved with a blend of irritation, intrigue, and arousal.
“I told you I’m busy,” he says, accent pronounced. He gestures to his desk and the stacks of papers. “What don’t you understand about that?”
You run your hands over the front of his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm torso against your palms.
“But I want you to pay attention to me.” You lean closer and press a wet kiss to the sharp line of Tom’s jaw, inhaling his musky scent and feeling your core clench in response. “I know you want to.”
“Not now.” His voice is firm. “Wait.”
You groan, letting your forehead drop to rest against his shoulder. Tom passes a hand over your back, stroking gently. “But-”
“You know, I don’t think I like your attitude today.”
Biting your lip to hide the successful smile that springs to your lips, you pull away from Tom’s neck to look at him. One of his eyebrows stands higher, quirked as irritation holds fast over the rest of his face. Something has changed in his demeanour, and you know that you have gotten exactly what you want: you’ve riled him up to the point where he’ll touch you.
“What do you mean?” You ask, rolling your hands over his shoulders. “I’m just trying to show you some affection.”
“No, you’re being a bloody brat.”
You raise your eyebrows, letting your tongue draw across your lower lip. Tom’s holding your waist firmer now, and you inch a little nearer, gasping softly as you feel the line of his erect cock pushing up against his trousers.
“Seems as though you like it,” you point out, unhelpfully. With a grin on your face, you grind down against him, enjoying the way Tom groans in response, pleasure flickering out across his face.
“Take off your clothes.”
You swallow, the smile on your face faltering a little as you note the lack of playfulness to his tone. Tom likes being in charge, likes to be the one to call the shots, but usually, he’s warmer with you. You frown as you stand up and start to shed your clothes, wondering if, for the first time, you’ve pushed him a little too far.
“What do you want me to do?” You ask as you kick your panties aside. Tom’s back to looking at his papers, a focused expression on his face. He glances up, eyes briefly flickering out across your naked form, and he licks his lips. His nimble fingers go to his belt, and you enjoy the sound of metal ringing in the air as he undoes it.
“Come and keep my cock warm,” he asks, voice firm. “If you’re going to be a fucking brat, I may as well get something out of it.”
You swallow dryly, walking forward and folding into his lap when Tom opens up his arms. He pulls his length from his trousers, not bothering to fully take them down, and his hands pad over your bare back. He kisses your temple a few times, the warmth of his mouth reminding you that he’s still your boyfriend, he still loves you, and then he pushes your hair away from your face.
“C’mon, then,” he urges, a smirk biting at his pink lips. “Thought you wanted to feel me, hmm?”
You almost whine because he’s being so cruel to you, but both of you know that you love it when he acts like this. So you reach out and take hold of his length, sitting up a little straighter. You guide his flushed tip through your folds, spreading around the wetness that’s been pooled at your entrance all day. You take a moment to press his member against your clit, gasping softly at the arcs of pleasure that roll up your spine in response, but then his grip on your waist tightens, and you return to the task at hand. With a low moan, you slowly sink down onto Tom’s cock, feeling your walls expand as you settle there completely.
“Good girl,” he coos. Tom bottoms out and he runs a hand over your cheek, his touch soft. “Feels so warm for me, angel. So good.” Tom grabs your chin, angling your face up to look at him. His eyes are still stern, but they’re floating with appreciation too. “You’re going to stay still and hold me until you calm down, okay?”
You nod your head, biting wordlessly at your lip. It’s hard to focus with his cock buried in you up to the hilt. Arousal courses through your veins, your cunt feeling hot and wet. Out of instinct, you clench your pelvic floor and Tom grunts. “Sorry,” you mutter, letting your forehead go back to his shoulder. You shy away in his neck, and he kisses your temple again.
Tom returns to his work, and for the first thirty seconds, you manage to stay quiet. But then - then - he reaches for something on his desk, and his cock moves inside you, his tip brushing up against your g-spot, and you find yourself moaning. It just feels so good.
“Darling,” he murmurs. “I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Can’t help it,” you reply, moaning again when Tom moves and a different part of your cunt feels the hard veins of his cock. “I’m trying.”
“Try a bit harder, yeah? Don’t want to string this out any longer than is necessary.”
Whatever papers Tom’s attending to, his examination of them is very thorough. You lose track of how long you sit on his cock, biting your lower lip, eyes prickling with frustrated tears. Every now and again, one of you shifts and you’re reminded of his presence deep inside you, and it just makes the burn worse. It’s the highest form of temptation, to sit there motionless, waiting on Tom’s command, and though you try to comply, you don’t quite manage to.
You end up too fucked-up and restless to stay still. The result of this is you find yourself squirming, shifting around in his lap, clenching your walls around his cock, craving stimulation. You can hear in his exasperated sighs and grunts that Tom doesn’t like it, but it feels too good to quit.
“Right.” Tom throws his pen onto the desk. A moment later, one of his hands is in your hair, and the other goes to your chin. You squeal as he pulls you closer, taken aback by the sudden shift in pace, and Tom stares at you, hard. “I thought doing this would stop you from being a brat, but apparently I was wrong. You just couldn’t stay still, could you?” He runs his fingers over your back, hand grabbing at the curve of your bum. You gasp softly, and Tom chuckles. “Guess I’ll just need to teach you a lesson another way, hmm?”
You open your mouth to reply, only for Tom to lift you up and push you onto his desk. The cool glass burns into your back, and you cry out as he stands up, his cock falling away from your pulsing hole. It feels strange to be without him, your passage nice and acclimated to him, but it isn’t long before Tom’s pushing back into you.
“Fuck!” You exclaim, throwing your head back. Tom sets a punishing pace, pushing your legs to the sides until he’s able to pound into you, immense strength behind his thrusts as he stands by the edge of the table. Your eyes roll back into your head as you adjust to the sudden onslaught of pleasure, coming down over you in waves.
“So bloody warm,” Tom grunts. His face is flushed, eyes greedily taking in every part of your body as he fucks you relentlessly. Sounds of skin against skin fly through the room. “So wet, too, angel.” He runs his fingers roughly over your thighs, slapping one of them and causing you to cry out. “Always take me so well, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you moan. Your hands are in fists at your sides, and you wish he was closer so you could touch him properly. “Feels so good, Tom.”
Tom pounds into you, over and over again, his cock feeling so fucking good inside your tight passage that it isn’t long until you’re moaning loudly, your body shaking with anticipation. But he doesn’t go near your clit, and one look at the dark twinkle in his eyes dissuades you from asking him to. Instead, you bask in the feeling of him releasing his frustrations, moaning loudly every time the tip of his cock brushes up against your g-spot, knowing that this is probably as good as it’s going to get.
“So fucking tight,” he mutters, speaking almost to himself. He’s got a beautiful rosy blush on his cheeks, his eyes wide, and you recognise the stammering movements to his hips all too well. Tom looks up at you, licking his lips as he grins wildly. “Are you going to take me, darling?” He rasps, words falling together. “Going to let me fill you up with my cum?”
You nod, whining loudly. You can feel your climax, swirling around in the pit of your stomach, but it’s hanging out of reach. As you watch Tom’s face screw into an expression of bliss and feel his cock pulse inside you, you can’t help but pout, knowing this is all he’s going to give you, dreading the second he stops moving because you’re clinging desperately to everything he’s giving you.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Tom groans. His cum seeps into you, and you shudder at the sensation, clenching around his length as if to prolong the experience. He’s so handsome when he climaxes - face pinched into an expression of tight enjoyment, his grip on your thighs hard and unrelenting. As he starts to slow his thrusts, you groan, irritation replacing your lust as Tom stills, softening cock still lodged inside you.
“Tom,” you whine, sitting up on your elbows. You look at your boyfriend, a frown on your face. “Let me cum too,” you ask, rolling your lip into a proper pout.
He raises an eyebrow, breathless. “Are you joking?” Your hand twitches in the direction of your clit and Tom reaches out to snatch your wrist, pulling it to his mouth. He hums as he kisses the palm of your hand, eyes flickering back to the stacks of his papers. “I don’t trust that I can leave you alone and not have you stuff your fingers in your cunt,” he mutters, processing his thoughts aloud, “But I’m not done yet…”
With a mischievous grin on his face, Tom steps away from the desk, holding up a hand to tell you to stay still as he grabs a few tissues and cleans up his cock. He tucks it back into his trousers and sits down in his desk chair, beckoning you forward with a hand.
“What are you doing?” You ask, puzzled. You wince as you stand up, an enjoyable ache running through your tired body as you move towards him. You glance down and see his cum dripping down beneath your thighs, and moan at the arousing sight.
Tom holds up two fingers and inclines his head back at his thighs. You gasp, understanding immediately what he wants.
“C’mon,” he urges. He pats his thigh with one hand and picks up the office phone with the other. “You’re going to stay here whilst I make some calls.” You slowly straddle his lap again and groan when Tom drags two fingers through your weeping slit, teasing your clit for a moment before sliding them into your tender cunt. You’re so wet, your hole a mess of your arousal and his milky cum, and you find yourself growing tearful as you feel him pump his fingers a few times.
“Please,” you beg, burying your face in his neck. You feel more desperate than you’ve ever felt in your life - your cunt clenching around Tom’s fingers. Fat tears roll down your cheeks as he curls his digits and nudges up against your g-spot, stimulating you torturously slowly.
“Please what?”
Your fingers wrap around the front of Tom’s expensive designer shirt, and your tears soak the material covering his shoulders.
“Give me more.”
Tom tuts, and you feel the vibrations in his chest as he follows it up with a chuckle. A moment later, he kisses your forehead.
“Haven’t you learnt your lesson yet, love?” He coos, voice cold. “I’ll give you whatever I feel like giving you.” Tom pauses, slowly teasing your walls with his fingers. You clench desperately, but it’s not enough - it’s not enough by far. “So you’re going to keep my fingers warm, and you’re going to keep my cum inside your hot little pussy. Maybe after I’m finished my calls, I’ll let you sit on my dick again.” He chuckles. “I might even fuck you.” You whimper, your entire body shaking. “But if you think I’m seriously about to let you cum?” Tom breaks off, laughing. “Think again.”
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could u write a mob!tom spanking smut plsss
you picked the right day to send this in :’) i miss mob!tom :( nsfw; 18+ minors dni !!!!!
extended warnings: lil bit of sir kink, spanking as punishment, orgasm denial + fingering
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Tom’s hands are rough as they grab at your ass, kneading handfuls of your bare skin as you whimper. Your fingers are clenched tightly around the bedsheets, knuckles aching from the exertion. Everything that you feel is heightened by the arousal that courses through you so hotly.
“How many is that?” Tom’s voice is hard, unrelenting. As he waits for you to draw up enough air to speak a response, he runs two fingers down, shifting away from the sore rise of your ass and dipping between your thighs. He’d pulled off your panties and spread your legs a few minutes earlier, citing a desire for easy access as his motivation. The way your legs are parted gives him space to drag his fingers through your slit, a deep chuckle falling into the air as he feels your wet heat.
“T-Ten,” you mutter, voice hitching.
“And what do you say?”
He’s being cruel. Tom’s index finger curves down to your clit and he teases you, slowly, applying the slightest of pressures as he rubs the bud. A pang of pleasure twangs up your spine, mixing with the pain from your throbbing ass.
“Thank you, sir,” you say, voice thick.
“Good girl.”
Tom keeps his index finger working your bud, continuing his movements as his other hand goes back up to your ass. He teases you for a while, keeping you permanently on edge as he caresses the curves of your flesh. Every time he pulls away, you brace yourself, and every time, you’re left wanting. It’s supposed to be a punishment, but both of you know how wet it makes you to have his strong hand coming down over your ass again and again.
Changing things up, Tom spanks you twice in quick succession, hitting the same place with the flat of his palm. A loud moan falls past your lips, and it only twists louder when he moves his index finger away from your clit and brings it up to slip past your entrance.
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, fucking your heat slowly. “You’re so wet.” As if to prove his point, the lewd sounds of your arousal fill the air. Tom curves his finger and adds a second, and you try to shift in his lap to get deeper. “No, angel,” he mutters, free hand spanking you again. “Stay still and take what I give you, or I’ll give you nothing at all.”
“Sorry,” you whine, grasping harder at the sheets. Pleasure mingles with pain, and when Tom curves his fingers to stroke against your g-spot, your jaw drops. “Fuck.”
“D’you like that, darling?” he asks, speaking in hushed, thick tones. His voice is raspy and tired, and it cuts around the edges. Tom pauses his thrusts for a few moments as he spanks you twice again, changing between your cheeks. The pain stings your skin, hot and pulsing, and as it tingles in recovery, he’s gentle with his hand, smoothing over your figure and soothing the pain. “You always get so needy when I spank you.”
You can’t form words, too distracted by the way Tom goes back to fucking your cunt, and instead manage an eager moan. You stay still this time, even as he adds his thumb on your clit and brings you to the edge of climax, just to draw back and let it fade. He does it a few times, edging you to the brink of insanity before letting it ebb away, always murmuring a few words of dirty praise to keep you from spiralling.
“So good for me, darling,” he coos. You can almost feel the smile in his voice as he brings his thumb from your clit, your walls clenching angrily around his digits as you’re unable to spasm into orgasm without the added pressure. “Making a wet patch on my leg, aren’t you? Dirty girl. You want to cum so bad, don’t you, darling?”
There are tears in your eyes, hot and threatening to spill. When Tom spanks you again, a few trickle down your cheeks, causing you to whine and buck back against his hand.
“Please,” you beg, wriggling back until his hand comes down again over your skin. The sting urges you closer, and when Tom crooks his fingers back to stimulate the special spot lodged against your inner walls, you moan. “Please let me cum.”
“Mmm, I don’t know, darling. Do you deserve it?”
You bite your lip, tender and puffy. “Yes,” you say.
“Well, I suppose you did take your punishment well.” Tom pauses, and the sounds of your heat threatening to pulse around his fingers fill the bedroom. “I want to fuck you, though. Fill up that bratty pussy. If I let you cum now, will you let me do that too?”
“Yes,” you whimper, already craving the delicious stretch of his girth. “Please, sir. Please, Tom. ‘M so close.”
“Okay, angel. Cum for me. Been so good.”
He’s barely finished his words before you’re tilting over the edge, cumming with a low cry of his name. Pleasure slams into you, rocking out from your centre, and it crashes over you in waves as Tom fucks your heat and strokes your clit through it, not easing up until you start to twitch and whimper. When he pulls his hands away, you’re left warm and light, easy for him to move as he carefully coaxes you onto your back. You whine as your sore ass meets the coarse material of his trousers, but find yourself catching your lower lip as the ache only makes you feel wetter.
Tom’s face drifts into your line of sight, and his lips come down to kiss your forehead. With the hand that’d been charged with spanking you, he cups your cheek, pushing away the tears that wet your skin.
“Perfect angel,” he murmurs, eyes glinting almost black. He trails from your forehead, down the front of your nose, resting at your lips where he kisses you messily. You push up into it, feeling the hand between your legs slowly twitch to life as his fingers go back to your clit. When you moan into his mouth, Tom pulls away, an easy smirk on his lips. “Ready for round two?”
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idk if this one has been done yet, but what about getting in a fight with mob!tom and he says something that really upsets her but tries his best to make up for it because he knows he fucked up?
getting angsty on this monday, I like it! I had fun with this. I went less tom trying to make up for it and more him undergoing the biggest grovel session of his life lmao. lowkey got a bit emotional writing it fhjdhf. enjoy !! cw: angst (w a happy end)
– it’s mob monday !! –
The argument builds quickly, escalating from a minor spat to an all-out explosion in the blink of an eye. What had started out as a small grievance about Tom’s inability to make time for you had snowballed, and now you’re standing opposite him, angry tears glistening in your eyes.
“You’re being unreasonable!” You exclaim, voice coming out hard. The palms of your hands hurt from the clenching of your fingers, small crescent-moon shapes from your nails pressed into your skin. “Why won’t you just listen to me?”
Tom’s face is a deep shade of volatile red, his hair unruly and untamed from the number of times he’s run his hands through his curls. He’d abandoned his smooth-talker facade minutes ago, now fully leaning into the side of him that you only usually see when he’s around his opponents.
“I’ve tried listening to you, Y/N, but you aren’t paying attention to what I’m saying,” he says, voice staccato. He clasps his hands in front of his chest as he groans, his face the picture of frustration. “I can’t change my schedule for you, alright? If you actually paid attention to how I live my life, and the lifestyle that I lead, you’d understand that. I can’t be like all your other boyfriends. I have responsibilities that are bigger than you.”
You bring your hands to your temples, trying not to cry as you stare at him.
“I don’t want you to be like my ex-boyfriends,” you respond, “I want you to be a good boyfriend, and pay attention to me when I tell you that I miss you.” Your voice softens slightly, and your glare loses some of its ferocity. “It gets fucking lonely living in this house, Tom. For such a big mansion, there’s barely ever anyone around, and when you’re not here…” You wave a hand through the air. “I feel alone.”
“Then move out.”
Immediately, your blood runs cold. You feel your heart drop straight to your feet, and your arms fall to your side, defeated.
“What?” You croak. A fresh flood of tears well up in your eyes as you stare at your boyfriend, who’s still looking at you like you’ve done something to cause him grievous bodily harm.
“If you hate living here, and you hate dating me so much, just move out, Y/N.” Tom shoves his hands in his pockets, shrugging. “Seems to me like that’d be a good solution to your problem.”
You shake your head, in disbelief at how quickly your boyfriend of two years has pivoted.
“Are you being serious?” You say, blinking at him. “Are you actually trying to kick me out right now? Just because I care about and want to spend time with my boyfriend?”
Tom stares at the ground, and you see his jaw twitch. You give him a few seconds to say something, anything, and when he fails to do so, you stalk over to the wardrobe. It’s only when you pick up a bag and start to throw your things into it that he seems to realise how angry you are.
“What are you doing?” Tom asks, sounding panicked. He walks towards you, reaching out for you, but you move away. Your eyes sting with tears, and you feel a few stray droplets roll down your face as you shake your head.
“I’m leaving,” you mutter. Your hands shake as you sling the bag over your shoulder and go into the bathroom, picking up your toothbrush and a few other things. “Going back to my flat.”
Tom shakes his head. “Please don’t do that, love.” He sounds desperate all of a sudden, and when you glance at him in the mirror, you see he’s deflated--shoulders shrunk, eyes wide. “I… I didn’t mean it, I was caught in the moment. You don’t need to leave.” He reaches out for you again but you dodge him.
“Don’t touch me,” you mutter. You hastily pull on the zip of the bag before walking back into the bedroom. “Don’t come over either. I don’t want to see you until you’ve figured out what you want from me and what you want from this relationship.”
He trails after you, keeping a safe distance, but you can almost feel how badly he wants to reach out and take your hand.
“I love you,” Tom pleads. “Please don’t go. We can work this out together.”
You shake your head. You’re walking fast now, just glad that you’d held onto the keys of your old flat when you’d moved in with Tom.
“We need space. I need space.” You find yourself at the front door, and you turn around to stare at Tom. He flinches as he takes in the sight of the tear tracks on your cheeks, and the angry hurt in your eyes. “Just… Leave me alone, Tom.”
You turn and you leave, letting the heavy front door slam behind you.
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Your first day apart passes by in a blur of anger, upset, and heartbreak. Your best friend comes over and you talk to her, well into the night, venting about everything you’ve been unable to air to Tom, given his remarkable absence from your life. It’s not that he’d been pulling away intentionally, rather, his job had taken him away from you, over and over and over again. Every time you’d brought it up casually, he’d shot you down. It was just a matter of time before it overflowed like that.
One day stretches to two, then three. Tom makes an appearance on the fourth.
You know it’s him just from the way he knocks on your front door: three strong knocks, syncopated in his favourite rhythm. You carefully, quietly, tiptoe to the door and lean up to peer through the peephole, feeling your breath hitch as you see his figure, distorted by the glass. He looks tired and unkempt, wearing a hoodie and some jeans instead of one of his suits. His hair is all over the place, and there’s a shadow of stubble grazing his chin.
“Love?” He calls out, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I know you’re there.”
You swallow, continuing to spy on him as you say nothing.
Tom sighs. “I’m so sorry, Y/N... I feel like shit. I shouldn’t have said what I said, because I didn’t mean it.” He breaks off, and you watch as he pinches at the bridge of his nose. “I know you want space, but I… I miss you. And I love you, so much. So, so, so much, love. I’ve never loved anyone this much in my life, and it’s terrifying.” He breaks off, chuckling harshly. “So I don’t know why I decided to fuck things up. Guess I’m just fucking stupid, eh?”
You rest your forehead against the door, frowning as you listen to him talk. You’ve never heard him sound so defeated before.
“Anyway, uh… I just wanted to come around and tell you that I’m sorry. I’ll never stop being sorry for what I said. I don’t want you to move out, I want you to come back.” Tom chuckles weakly. “I don’t ever want you to leave. I can’t imagine what my life would look like without you in it, so… If you want me to, I’ll give it up. I’ll give it all up.” He pauses to suck in a breath, his voice becoming thick. “We can, uh, sell the house. Move somewhere nice. Maybe get a townhouse somewhere, or, uh, a cottage, or whatever you want, darling. I could get a normal job.” He breaks off to laugh humourlessly. “Don’t know what I’d do, but… I’d do it. For you. I’d do anything for you. So… just think about it, please.”
Tom pauses, and you watch as he reaches up to rub at his eyes. His voice cracks as he adds, “I love you.” After a final repetition of the words, he sighs and steps back. “I’ll, uh, go now. Just… Know that I’m sorry. And I love you. So much.”
He turns to leave, and you suddenly realise he’s about to walk away. You reach up and rattle the chain on your door before turning the handle, throwing it open, and stepping out into the hallway. Tom turns to look at you, and you’re shocked to see his bloodshot eyes, bright red nose, and the tear tracks that stain his cheeks.
“Tom,” you say, voice gentle. “It’s… It’s okay.”
He slowly steps back towards you, moving hesitantly until you offer him your hands. You tenderly loop your fingers together, feeling his cold digits.
“It’s not okay,” Tom mumbles, looking at you with those wide brown eyes you love so much. “I was such a dick, love. I shouldn’t have said it.”
You squeeze his hands. “You shouldn’t have,” you agree, “but it’s okay.” You gently pull one of his palms to your mouth and kiss over his knuckles a few times. “I said some things I shouldn’t have too…” You sigh gently. “I miss you, Tom.”
You’ve felt it every day. A hollowness in your heart. Tom always makes your life brighter, even when he’s not around. He leaves your mug out by the kettle when he leaves every morning, and he makes sure the fridge is stocked with your favourite fruits. Tom’s the one who neatly arranges your shoes on the shoe rack by the door, and makes sure the thermostat is set right. He always tidies up the bathroom and puts your favourite teddy right in the centre of the bed, every single day. You miss his smile, and his arms, and the love he has for you that exists even when he’s not there.
“I miss you too,” he says.
He looks so fragile that you pull him in for a hug, burying your nose in his neck and inhaling the soft tones of faded cologne. Tom clings to you, his hands digging into your back and holding you firmly. You swallow as you tilt your mouth towards his ear.
“Can I come back home?” You ask. “I don’t want to do any of this without you.”
Tom hums. After a moment more, he pulls back, but he keeps his hands wrapped around you. He looks into your eyes, a very shy smile moving out over his lips.
“I would love that,” he says. “The house isn’t the same without you.”
You move your hands around his neck and kiss him very softly, feeling a part of you flicker back to life as his gentle lips nudge up against yours.
“Thank you.” You card your fingers through his hair. “I love you.”
And there’s still so much you need to talk about and work through, but Tom pushes his forehead against yours and stares at you with so much determination that you know you’ll get there, you’ll be okay. You know that he loves you.
He kisses you again, just as gently as the first time.
“Love you too, darling,” he promises. “Love you more than anything else in the world.”
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for blurb night.. some good ol’ lovemaking with Mob! Tom? I still like things to be really passionate and intense though, those deep, hard, but slow thrusts yk? dirty talking, clinging desperately to one another.. maybe some breeding kink in there? 👀 ‘Ive-missed-you’ sex sort of deal? idk, have fun with it, girl! feel free to add or change things a lil! your writing is gold btw, sending love 💞✨
ugh..........yes.
—clearing out the askbox: smut edition—
extended warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex.
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Tom lays you down over the sprawling king-sized mattress very delicately, kissing your lips, deeply, before slowly making his way down your body.
“So bloody perfect, aren’t you, angel?”
Your boyfriend runs his hands over your chest, grabbing handfuls of your breasts in his warm palms. As he dips his head down and laps over your left nipple, a small whimper slips past your lips.
“Hm?” Tom blinks up at you, brown eyes wide with false innocence as he drags his tongue over your nipple. As one hand pays attention to your other breast, his remaining fingers travel to your face, fingertips padding over your lips. He drums his digits over your mouth. “Speak, darling. I want to hear your beautiful voice.”
You push against his touch and kiss at his fingertips, earning a smirk from your boyfriend.
“Missed you so much, Tom,” you mumble. You gasp softly when Tom releases your nipple and continues on his journey down your figure. “Been a really long two weeks without you.”
Soft, warm lips move over your stomach, over your hips, to the tops of your thighs. Tom had already taken the liberty of peeling down your panties earlier when he’d undressed you in front of the mirror and made you watch as he’d explored your tight heat with three of his slender, skilled digits. You’re already wet - orgasmed twice, but craving more, aching for the sweet release that you only get from Tom, and his hands, or his mouth, or his cock.
“Fuck,” you whimper, watching as Tom kisses each of your thighs before pushing your legs wide open. “Please fuck me,” you beg, grasping at the sheets. “I need your cock, Tom.”
Your boyfriend hums, using two fingers to peel apart your outer lips. Your tender clit throbs, and then you cry out loudly as he dips his head and runs his tongue over the bud. He drags his warm muscle from your entrance before circling your clit again, grunting in appreciation as you reach down to grab a hold of his hair. You try weakly to pull him back, muttering more about how you’ll go crazy if you don’t feel him properly, but he just tuts.
“Shush,” he hums. “Let me taste my pussy, yeah? Then I’ll give you what you want, greedy thing.”
He’s got both of his arms holding your waist, keeping you firmly on the bed as you thrash. You love it - love the feeling of his tongue, swirling around your bud, rewarding the sensitive area with warm, wet circles - and he knows it, knows you love being stimulated beyond the limits of pleasure like this. There have been nights before where he’s spread you out like this and made you cum, over and over, until all you know is his name, dripping from your tongue like a prayer.
“Fuck, fuck,” you murmur. Obscene wet noises drift through the air as Tom makes out with your heat, sparing no enthusiasm as he sucks at your cunt, adding two fingers into your pulsing pussy as his mouth unravels you. “Keep going, fuck, I’m-”
Tom hums, loudly, and the vibrations cause you to spin off, shouting obscenities as you moan loudly. You fall apart under his tongue, dizzying waves of pleasure spreading over you as you drown in it, chest heaving as you gasp loudly.
“Fucking delicious,” Tom mutters. He slides up your body, dark eyes glinting as your juices shine on his chin. “Don’t think there’s anything I love more than tasting my cunt, darling.” He smirks when you whimper and reach out for him, pulling him closer again. His cock, hard and aching, presses up against your slit, and as you part your legs wider, it settles between your folds. “Still so needy though, aren’t you?”
Tom has fun teasing you, rolling his hands over your face, grinding experimentally against your tender cunt until you’re whimpering. He’s such a tease - it doesn’t matter that he’s been away for two weeks on business, he’s persistent, and you know he enjoys the way you’re melting for him.
“Please, please,” you mumble, gasping as you feel his tip press up against your entrance. You’re insatiable, your skin crawling with a hot, throbbing heat that can only be cured by the feeling of your boyfriend entering you again. “Spent so many nights thinking about this, Tom,” you add, trying to coax him into action. “Want to feel your cock spreading me open, baby. Please, please, please.” You dust his face with kisses, and Tom chuckles. He drops his face until he’s able to kiss the base of your neck, sucking a very hard, enjoyable hickey to your skin.
“Do you want my cock?” He asks, voice husky. He looks up at you, eyes narrowing in a show of dominance, “Or do you want my cum?”
Your throat runs dry, and you find yourself swallowing deeply as your hands go up to his hair. You card your fingertips through Tom’s soft brown curls, nodding as your body fills with heat.
“Both,” you mumble.
Tom tilts his face, lips catching at the juncture of your jaw and your cheek in a soft kiss.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs. He leaves another kiss, wet and firm, to the sensitive spot of your jaw, causing you to whimper. “We both know you want more than just my cock, darling. Go on. You can tell me.” He rubs his cock against your entrance and you whimper. “I know the dirty little thoughts you’ve been having, hm? Just tell me, and it’s all yours.”
Normally you’d be shy about it, bashful and embarrassed, but then again, you wouldn’t also be full of such persistent arousal that it feels like you’re dripping over the tip of his cock. So you groan, grabbing handfuls of his back as you say, firmly,
“I want your cum, Tom. I want…” You choke into a moan as he slides into you easily, meeting no resistance from your desperate cunt. “I want you to fill me up,” you say, “Want- want to feel you cumming in me. Have it drip out of me afterwards.” You whimper as he starts to thrust into you. “Want you to make a mess.”
Tom groans, his voice deep and raspy.
“There’s a good girl,” he murmurs, voice thick with appreciation. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He’s slow with his thrusts, but they’re deep. You feel the pleasurable stretch that comes with each one of his movements, his thrusts nudging his cock further each time. You’re revelling in it, moaning loudly as you cling to the packed muscles on his back, your body full of warmth as you take him in again. “Feels so fucking snug, angel.”
Your eyes are squeezed shut, your body twitching each time Tom pulls out only to sink back into you, your heat warm and wet. “Missed this,” you whimper, voice high. “Missed this so much.”
“Mmm, bet you have, darling.” Tom’s kissing over your collarbones, nibbling at your skin with light kisses. His curls brush at your neck. “Your fingers don’t feel as good as my cock, do they?”
“No.”
“But you tried, didn’t you? Can just imagine it. You coming up here, all alone, missing me.” Tom smirks against your neck, and you shiver. “Working yourself open with a few fingers, trying to pretend they were me. But it wouldn’t ever feel as good as this, would it?”
Your body is on fire, the muscles in your legs pulled tight with exertion, the heat in the pit of your stomach rising with each thrust. You reach down and grab at one of Tom’s hands, twirling your fingers together and clinging on for dear life.
“No, nothing’s as good as this.”
“Didn’t think so.” Tom’s voice is thick, mingling with the sounds of slapping arousal that fill the room. “Can’t wait to fill you up,” he grunts. He pulls his face away from your neck and meets your eyes, his gaze primal and dark. His thrusts grow more purposeful, and you’re whining as you feel his hips grinding down against your clit every time. “Been dreaming of this tight little cunt, love. Every night, thought about fucking you. Cumming in you and listening to you moaning when you feel my cum fill you up, shit-”
You’re so close, and his words just make you clench around him.
“Please, please,” you beg, mind gone. You squeeze at his hand, your other one grabbing at his back as you cling to him, craving everything. “I want it, Tom, fuck, make me cum, fill me up. I need it, I need you.”
“Such a fucking angel,” Tom murmurs. He bites the top of your shoulder as you shake, and with a final thrust and burst of pressure to your clit, you’re there. “Oh, fuck, darling, squeezing me so tight- there you go, fuck, so perfect, love, that’s it.”
The strength of your climax is so powerful that it takes you out for a few moments, but you feel Tom peaking right after. You moan, your eyes rolling back as you feel him pulse inside you, shooting his warm seed deep within you as he swears and holds you near, rocking his hips against yours until you’re both spent.
He slumps against your chest, and you sigh contentedly as you roll your fingers through his hair. Bliss fills every part of you.
“Missed you,” you say, smiling down at him when he raises his gaze to you.
Tom sits straighter and leans up until he’s able to kiss your lips again. He lingers up there, eyes sparkling brightly as he kisses you, two more times, in quick, light succession.
“Missed you too, darling.”
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So this is just something I thought of and I’m just gonna leave it here in your inbox but um...picture mob!Tom waking you up & going down on you and then his men keep on knocking on the door & so he gets annoyed & walls to the door just in his boxers & says “I’m taking care of my girl. I’ll be with you in a bit” & then comes back & lets you finish before walking back to the door (his mouth drenched) & asks “now what the fuck did you idiots want?” Ahhhhhhhh
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haha. hahahahahahaha. haha. ha......... ooft. || 18+ nsfw content
Tom’s hands are warm as they smooth over your hips, fingertips calloused but gentle. A tired smile finds your lips as you open your eyes, blinking lethargically until your boyfriend drifts into focus.
“Morning, love,” he murmurs, voice raspy. Tom’s suspended above you, his lips dropping down to nip at the base of your neck until you whine. “Have I ever told you how radiant you are in the morning?”
You roll your eyes, shifting your hands to curl into his hair. Tom’s chestnut locks are unruly and scattered, but soft to touch. You use your grip on him to pull his lips to yours, kissing him fondly.
“Such a gentleman, aren’t you?” You respond. Tom nods, something like pride finding home in his deep warm eyes as he pulls back to kiss your cheek. His hands are still on your hips, drawing large, teasing circles over your skin. “Got something on your mind?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow when you feel the presence of his hardness digging into one of your thighs.
“Maybe.” Tom presses a long, lingering kiss to your lips before pulling away. He winks at you as he slips down the bed, the expensive duvet rustling. “Thought I’d show my gorgeous girl some appreciation this morning.” He pauses at your navel, pushing your silky cami up your stomach so he can press a soft kiss just below your belly button. “Is that alright, sweetheart?”
You hum as his fingers dip down to play with the hem of your panties, acting coy as if you’re not already humming with arousal.
“I suppose that might be nice,” you tease, earning a scoff from Tom. You lift your hips for him, sighing contentedly as Tom pulls your thighs over his shoulders. He presses a long, lingering kiss to your clit that makes you sigh gently.
“I think it might be more than just nice, love,” he murmurs. With his head between your legs and his eyes full of determination, you swear he’s never looked more attractive. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
“Mmm, alright. If you insist-” Your words die out when Tom laps over your clit. Two fingers separate your tender outer lips and you moan, eyelids fluttering shut as his hot tongue drags over your bud. He starts out slowly, alternating between teasing your entrance and smoothing your building arousal over your clit. His tongue moves in cycles, going from slow, wide-pressed laps and more focused, intense kitten-licks that make you cry out.
He works you up easily, knowing your cunt like the back of his hand. When you grow more unsettled, your chest moving in heaving pants, one of Tom’s hands slips up to hold your hips, pressing you back into the mattress. His other moves down, two fingers teasing your entrance, but just as he’s about to push them in, there’s a loud series of knocks at the door.
Tom ignores the knocks at first, but you feel his concentration shatter. The movements of his mouth are looser, more distracted, and it knocks you off your game too as the sounds continue.
“You should go,” you mutter, clenching your hands into fists for entirely the wrong reasons. There’s a healthy throb between your legs now, and though the prospect of losing Tom and instead having to take care of yourself makes you feel sad, you know, too, that his men wouldn’t dare disturb him so early without a damned good reason.
“Wait right here.” Tom kisses your clit a final time before smoothing his hand over your hips and standing up from the bed. He wipes at his mouth before stumbling towards the door, keeping his eyes on you and winking as you pull the covers back around your figure. “What?” He barks, pulling the bedroom door open just a smidge. You can’t hear the conversation beyond a few hushed tones, but you hear Tom as he grunts out a low, “I don’t fucking care. I’m taking care of my girl. I’ll be with you in a bit.”
You raise your eyebrows, sitting up on your elbows to watch as Tom forcibly slams the door shut, twisting the lock for good measure.
“What do they want?” You ask, rubbing your legs together. You’re still buzzing with arousal, and the sight of him striding so purposefully across the room back towards you makes you bite your lower lip.
“Don’t know,” Tom replies. He slips back into bed, grabbing one of your hands and kissing the back of it as he settles between your legs again. “Whatever it is can wait until I’ve shown my girl a good time.”
Before you can reply, he’s diving back in, renewed strength behind his movements. Tom’s quick to pick up from where he left off, slipping two of his warm fingers into your cunt and curling them just right. You whimper, feeling your climax begin to build in the pit of your stomach, and your enjoyment only grows more prominent as Tom sucks around your clit, obscene noises of your arousal flooding the air.
“Tom, shit, shit,” you moan, grabbing fistfuls of his hair with shaky fingers. He makes out with your centre like it’s his one purpose in life, actions focused and perfect, all whilst his fingers hit up against your g-spot again and again. Your eyes roll back as your legs start to shake, and you cry out as he hums against you.
“C’mon, darling, I know you want to come for me. You’re gonna let me feel you, yeah?” When you whimper out an affirmation, Tom hums again. “Let go, darling. That’s it. Get my fingers all wet.”
Your climax sweeps over you in warm, pleasurable waves, drowning you in bliss as you grip Tom’s hair. Your soft moans mix with the sounds of his fingers fucking into you, providing the perfect ambience to the moment as your orgasm stretches out a few, long seconds. As you come down from it, you sigh happily, shifting your hand to cup Tom’s face as he pulls away from your legs, his lips bright red and inflamed.
“Thank you,” you say, breathless. You smile down at him, but it’s quick to drop as there’s another round of knocks at the door.
Tom curses, eyes storming over into deep shades of brown. “Any time, darling,” he soothes. He kisses your shoulder before standing from the bed, pausing to lick off his fingers and shoot you a devious smirk. “Duty calls,” he says, already on his way to the door. His chin glistens with your arousal as he pauses, fingers on the lock. “Love you, angel,” he calls back. He twists the lock, smirk widening. “Love that sweet pussy too.”
And then he’s opening the door and walking out, and all you can think about is the undeniable line of his cock straining against his sweats, and the drenched shimmer of your arousal stained to his chin.
“Now, what the fuck did you idiots want?”
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just gonna......drop this here...... straddling mob!tom while he’s laying down on the couch in his office. you’re riding his fingers up by his face so he has the perfect view while he slowly jerks himself off
nsfw 18+ extended warnings beneath cut.
— it’s mob monday !! —
extended warnings: fingering and masturbation yip yip.
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“Up here, darling.”
Tom runs his hands over his bare chest, a dark glint in his brown eyes. He’s laying down over the cushions of the expensive leather sofa, completely naked. You’re kneeling at his side, fingers resting on his thighs, your eyes shifting away from the sight of his flushed cock and up to his face when you hear him speak.
“Won’t you let me suck you off?” You ask, your eyebrows pulling together. When Tom shakes his head, your bite back a sound of disgruntlement, recognising the hard line to his mouth. “Where do you want me?”
Tom rolls his hands over his chest again. His Rolex glints as his slender fingers rest on the soft curves of his abs.
“Up here,” he repeats, voice firm but familiar. He winks at you. “Take off your underwear too, angel.”
You’re quick to comply, shedding your panties with ease. “This as well?” You ask, bringing your fingers up to rest on the straps of your bra. Tom nods, and you pull the rest of the lingerie off. He’s watching you intently, in control despite being the one laying down, exposed. You melt into him like dripping wax when his arms reach out for you. He wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you up onto the sofa until you’re straddling his chest.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs. Tom’s distractedly running his hands all over you, mapping the curves of your figure with ease. It doesn’t matter how many times he sees you bare - he always takes the time to appreciate you, takes the time to love you. It’s obvious on his face, in the way his eyes are full of appreciation, and his lips are curved into a soft smirk, that he worships the very ground you walk upon.
As he rolls his palms from your hips and up to your breasts, you whimper. The feeling of his thumbs running over your nipples makes them prick, and you find your cunt clenching around nothing. You grind down against his chest, gnawing at your lower lip as you’re unable to get the stimulation you crave.
“Tom,” you whimper, grabbing at his wrists and stopping his ministrations over your nipples. “Touch me, please.”
Tom tilts his head to the side, a bright smirk on his lips. He looks at ease, spread out beneath you. There’s a warm flush to his face, his eyebrow messed as he quirks it.
“Does my princess want me to touch her?” He asks, drawing a whine from you in response. His hands slip from your grasp and he curves one of them between your legs, cupping you heat with his fingers. “Should’ve said, darling.” Tom drags two fingers down to your hole, a low chuckle drifting past his lips as he easily slips them into your hot passage. “Practically dripping, aren’t you?”
You moan as you grind down to meet the leisurely thrusts of Tom’s fingers, a warmth building in your face as you hear the sounds of your arousal being moved around when he curves his digits.
“I want to touch you,” you say, trying to reach back for his cock.
Tom shakes his head firmly, his free hand going to your ass. He uses his hold on you to pull you up nearer his face, a whine passing up your throat as the action allows his digits in deeper.
“Not today.” Tom gives your bum a soft pat before dropping contact with it completely. He brings his hand to your face, quirking his eyebrow. “Make my hand wet, sweetheart.”
You lick a wide stripe over his palm, the taste of his skin sticking to your tongue. A coy smile finds your lips as you lean forward and take two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking them softly before Tom adds another two, and your lips stretch to accommodate four of his slender digits in your mouth. For a few moments, you ride his fingers, your pants and whimpers coming out muffled around his hand, but then he pulls it away, cursing.
“Bloody perfect.” Tom’s hand disappears from sight, and you watch his face as an expression of enjoyment flickers out across it. The sound of skin on skin matches the flexing of his bicep, and your jaw drops open as you realise he’s getting himself off. “Perfect view for me, aren’t you, love?” Still fucking two of his fingers into you, Tom picks up his pace. He adds his thumb, brushing it sloppily over your clit, and it’s enough to have you dissolving into tender moans. “Are you going to be good for me? Let me watch you with my fingers in your cunt as I get myself off?”
You clench around his fingers, licking your lower lip as you nod. You reach out, hands finding purchase on the arms of the sofa as you bend over him. Tom’s beneath you, eyes flittering constantly between the movement of your breasts and the slickness between your legs, a gradual red building over his face. When you toss your head over your shoulder, you’re able to get a peek at the sight of his hand, rubbing slowly over his cock, jerking himself off to the sight of you above him.
“More, please,” you ask, feeling the coil in your stomach building, but not yet near enough to unfurl. You whimper as Tom adds a third finger to your cunt, the stretch melting into sparks of pleasure as he ups his pace, fucking you quickly. You’re clenching around him, breathless whimpers filling the air as you grind down against his touch. “Fuck, fuck,” you moan, “‘M so close, Tom.”
Tom’s passing his hand over his cock faster now, his own grunts mingling with yours.
“Go on,” he murmurs. “Want to see your pretty face when you cum.”
You toss your head back, spine arching as you slowly topple over the edge, your cunt pulsing around Tom’s fingers as the warming waves of climax wash over you. He keeps fucking you through it, thumb continuing with the pressure on your clit and prolonging your orgasm. It feels so good having his fingers lodged so deeply inside you that you can’t help but curse, bucking down against him until you’re spent.
“C’mon, Tom,” you murmur, knowing how close he is just from a glance at his face. Acting swiftly, you lift off his fingers and reach down for his hand, bringing his slick fingers up to your mouth. “Want to watch you when you cum.” And you couple your words by taking his fingers back into your mouth, licking off your arousal and moaning for effect.
Tom’s jaw tenses, his eyes falling shut. Tight groans roll off his tongue as he cums with a low cry of your name, and though you wish you could be the one directly responsible for it, the sight of his face pulled taut with pleasure makes up for it. He’s so handsome when he comes, a deep crease forming between his eyebrows as he grunts. The flush on his face causes his curls to stick to his forehead.
“Fucking hell,” he gets out, eyes opening again. His brown orbs are wide with relief, flooding with adoration as he meets your gaze. He pulls his hand from your mouth and pats your cheek. “Always love having something in your mouth, don’t you?”
You smile shyly, shrugging. “You wouldn’t let me suck you off,” you point out. “I needed something.”
Tom’s other hand appears, fingertips coated in his white cum. He smirks as he brings it to your face, and you tenderly lick at the pad of his index finger, moaning at the taste of his cum. He swallows, hard.
“Keep that up and maybe I’ll rethink letting you suck me off.”
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Tom watching you interact with an associate's kid and that making him want to have a family with you 👉🏻👈🏻🥺
I love dad!mob!tom...the rest of the blurbs tonight are going to be with him, because I’m so....so....soft for him. thank you for this cute request :’)
– it’s mob monday !! –
It hadn’t taken much of Harrison’s persuading for Tom to allow him to bring his nephew into work for the day. The schedule was quiet—just meetings, negotiations and drawing out some plans—and Tom made sure they hid all the weapons and shoved all the loose rolls of money into the drawers so that everything is child-proofed. For the first few hours, everything is fine.
Just, a little after lunch, Haz’s nephew—little Rory, five years old, blond curls like his uncle—kicks up a fuss. Starts crying, complaining about being bored, kicking off. Tom watches, trying not to smirk too widely as Harrison flaps around, anxiously trying to figure out how to placate his young nephew. Tom texts you the whole time, telling you about how clueless Harrison is, and a few minutes later you appear.
“Do you want me to watch him?” You ask, poking your head around Tom’s office door.
Harrison glances up, relief splitting over his face. “Thank fucking god. Yes.”
You pick up Rory and shoot Tom a wink before walking out, your hands ruffling up the boy’s curls.
Tom finds it hard to concentrate for the next few hours, distracted by the sounds of loud, childish laughter coming from the room beside his office. He’s so off his game that Harrison has to pick up the slack. Eventually, Tom decides he needs a breather, so he shoves the largest stack of papers at Harrison, pats him on the shoulder, and leaves his office. He walks out towards the living room, moving quietly, intrigued to figure out what you’ve been doing so noisily and enjoyably all afternoon.
His breath hitches in his throat as he settles in the doorway, leaning up against it as he watches the scene in front of him: you, Rory, and a huge mess all around you both. There are collections of bad paintings and scrawled drawings, littered toys, even...wonkily iced biscuits…? Tom blinks a few times, snapping out of his daze as his gaze shifts onto you. You’re sat in the middle of it all, cross-legged as you listen to Rory tell you a story. Small gasps of excitement and noises of encouragement come from you every few minutes as you prompt him to continue, looking at the child, utterly enthralled.
Tom feels his heart do a backflip in his chest.
He can’t explain it, but all of a sudden, he’s overcome with the strongest desire to start a family with you. The thought of being able to have this with you—a kid, sharing the best parts of you both— that he can love, and raise, and protect…it’s perfect. Tom imagines your child and tears spring to his eyes almost immediately, taking him completely off guard.
Tom’s always wanted children, but he’d suppressed that desire many years ago. The mob is no place for children. It’s hard, and brutal, and dangerous. He’s known for as long as he’s been leader that he’d never be able to indulge, not like his men around him have. It wouldn’t be fair—too dangerous, too much risk. Not to mention the responsibility that would be passed to whoever his eldest was. Tom would never want to pass such a heavy crown to his child—never.
Just, the house has been child-proofed. Rory is wearing the largest smile that Tom has ever seen, in the centre of the mansion. You’re here, grinning at Harrison’s nephew, your entire figure aglow. Tom wonders, seriously, for the first time in a very, very long time, if it’d be possible.
He thinks about it some more as he watches you play around with Rory, the two of you passing back and forth a tennis ball. Tom finds himself stroking his chin.
You’ve changed a lot of things about Tom’s life since you entered it, many years ago. You’ve made him happier—lighter, less jaded. You’ve made him believe in love again, believe in himself and his abilities as a man. You’re nurtured his heart and helped him grow immeasurably, and….
Tom wants to have kids. He wants to have kids with you, and suddenly it’s the only thing he can think about.
“God, Y/N, thank you so much.” Harrison’s suddenly there, pushing past Tom to scoop up his nephew. Tom isn’t really listening, just watching, absorbed, as you kiss Rory’s forehead and promise he can come over again soon to play again. He’s so out of it that he misses Haz saying his goodbyes, only coming back to earth when you walk over to him and snap your fingers in front of his face.
“Tom? Are you in there?”
He blinks a few times, slowly letting your face draw into focus.
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” He reaches out to hold your waist, a small smile finding his lips as you lean up to kiss his cheek. You meet his eyes, and Tom can’t keep it in. He has to know. “Do you, uh, want kids?”
Your expression shifts into one of intrigue as you hum. “Yeah,” you say. You run your fingers over the collar of his shirt. “I’d love kids.”
Tom releases a breath.
“With me?”
You laugh. “Well, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes. “We’d make the cutest kids. Can you imagine them running around? My eyes, your hair…” You reach up and muss up Tom’s hair, causing him to grunt.
“Oi.”
“Shh, pretty boy.” You card your fingers through his hair more gently, your eyes soft. “Why do you ask?”
Tom rolls his thumbs over your sides.
“Watching you with Rory… Made me wonder if we could have that too,” he admits. Tom can feel his cheeks flushing red. “I want it, love. I want it so badly.”
You nod, and Tom’s a little surprised to see tears in your eyes. One of your hands shifts to the back of his head, and you use it as leverage to kiss him, deeply and passionately.
“I would love that,” you say, whispering against his lips. “I want kids with you, Tom. I… I want so many kids with you. I want to raise them with you, and love them with you, and… And I want them to be ours.” You break off, breathing heavily. “I want it more than anything.”
Tom’s eyes are sparkling, and he pushes his forehead to rest against yours. “Now?”
You nod. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now. I want it now.”
You cup his cheek. “You do..?”
“Yeah.” Tom tilts his head and kisses the palm of your hand. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. I love you more than I ever thought was possible, and I know I’ll love our kids even more. I want to do this with you, if you’ll let me.”
You kiss him again, lips lingering there.
“Yes,” you say. “Let’s do it.”
Tom breathes out the deepest sigh of relief he’s ever felt. He ends up kissing you, deeper this time, his heart feeling freer than ever before.
“Love you so much,” he mutters.
You deepen the kiss, your tongue teasing his lower lip. “Love you too,” you murmur. You tug at his hair, pulling back to wiggle your eyebrows. “Care to go and start trying?”
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Hey if you are still accepting soft!mob Tom ideas what about when reader is having a bad week and she is kinda shutting him out and he's not having it so he just holds her and cuddles her. If not please ignore this.
—it’s mob monday—
Nothing’s going right.
It’s as if the universe has been against you all week. Anything that could go wrong, has, and you feel as though you’re drowning. Not enough that your boss has been intent on ruining your life, your best friend picked a fight with you over nothing, and now your period has started too. To say that your mood is bad would be an understatement—you are a thunderstorm, raging, burning, splitting. As you get home, following what has to be the worst day of a very, very bad week, you’re close to dissolving.
You don’t go to see Tom, like you normally would. You know he’ll be waiting in his office for you, as he always does around this time of day, but you can’t face him too. You’d ran out this morning when you’d realised you were late for work, and you know from the brevity in his texts all day that he’s injured you’d left without kissing him or saying goodbye. As much as you’d like to crawl into his arms and find the comfort you so desperately need, you don’t want to bother him.
By the time you make it up to your bedroom, you’re exhausted and weary. A few tears slip out as you wash your face and strip off your constricting work clothes, replacing them with an easy, oversized t-shirt. You put your phone on silent and then crawl into bed, burying your head in the pillows as you cry properly. It feels cathartic to clench your fists and feel your tears soak the pillow, but you’re wallowing in it, crying like your life is over.
After a few minutes, you hear a soft knock on the bedroom door. You immediately sniff, trying to calm yourself as you roll over and look at the ceiling.
“What?” You call out.
“Can I come in?” It’s Tom, voice tentative. Immediately you know that he must’ve heard your crying—you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire house had heard you.
You swallow. “You don’t need to,” you shout, voice wavering. You reach up to your face, brushing away your tears. “I, um, I’m fine.”
Tom opens the door, and you roll over, not really wanting him to see you so upset. It’s not that you think he’d judge you, just you’d prefer it if he didn’t see you so vulnerable—bloodshot eyes, so clearly broken by the weight of a hard week. You don’t want him to think that you’re weak.
“You’re not fine, love,” he murmurs, kicking the door shut gently. You hear him walk around the side of the bed, then there’s a small ceramic clinking sound as he places something down on the bedside table. “Hey. Can you look at me?” He reaches out to touch your shoulder, and you shiver.
“I don’t wanna bother you,” you mutter, pressing yourself further into the pillow. It’s cold and damp against your cheek. “I’m fine… Just, go work, or something.”
You hear him sigh very softly, then he pats your shoulder.
“Move over,” he mutters. When you fail to do anything, Tom reaches up and grabs the duvet, pulling it down a little bit. The mattress moves as your boyfriend gets into bed, sitting up against the headboard. A moment later, he reaches out and gently pulls you in, dragging you until you’re between his legs, your head resting in his lap. You look up at him, and he reaches out to smooth both warm palms over your cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Tom looks so earnest, with his eyes shining brown, full of care and love, that it triggers another wave of tears. Just, this time, instead of rolling over and trying to hide them, you end up straddling in his lap, your head resting against his shoulder as he listens to you vent about every small, irritating thing that’s gone wrong for you all week. He keeps his hands padding over your back, his lips occasionally coming down to dust your hairline as he offers up small noises of agreement and suggestions to help ease your problems. By the time you’ve got it all off your chest, you feel infinitely better.
“Here,” Tom mumbles. He’s turned you around again, so you’re back to sitting between his legs. He reaches out and picks up the mug of tea he’d walked into the room with, carefully placing it into your hands. You sigh as it warms your palms. “Made it just how you like it,” he admits, “thought it might help you feel better if I couldn’t.”
You sip on your tea as you hum. He’s hugging you closely, his hands rubbing your sides.
“Sorry for pushing you away,” you mutter, voice a whisper. “Just didn’t want to bother you with it. I know the stuff you have to deal with is more important.”
Tom kisses the back of your head as he tuts. “Nonsense,” he says. “I care about you, Y/N. I love you. I want to know when you’re upset. It doesn’t matter how unimportant you think something is—if it matters to you, then it matters to me. Okay?”
You nod. After placing the mug back on the bedside table, you turn in his arms and kiss him softly, hands weaving into his soft curls.
“Thank you,” you say, whispering against his lips. “Love you too.”
Tom nods, his hand going to gently hold your face. “Any time.”
#im so soft rn tom cuddle me please ;(#tom holland x reader#tom holland#tom holland fluff#mob!tomfic#mob!tomblurbs#myblurbs#tomblurbs#tom.sfw#q
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What about a Dad!Mob!Tom where he talks to your baby bump? And the baby kicks your belly each time she/he hears tom's voice?
Thanks!
soft! thank you for this :’)
—it’s mob monday—
You’re five months pregnant, and Tom’s never been more enamoured with you.
You probably should’ve expected it. Tom has always been very territorial—it comes with the job and the way that he lives his life. He’s always been protective, but now that you’re carrying his child, it’s on another level. He’s always hovering nearby, never leaving you alone for too long, catering to your every beck and call. It’s incredibly endearing.
“Baby?” You call out, addressing Tom, who’s in your en-suite. The door is open, and warm steam from his shower keeps drifting into the bedroom. “Can you get me some water?”
“Yeah,” he replies, voice softer than yours.
“Take your time,” you add, knowing he likes to spend a few minutes after his shower dealing with his stubble. “No rush, I can wait-”
Tom appears from the bathroom a moment later, shaving foam covering his chin, a glass of water in his hand. There’s a white fluffy towel hanging around his waist, dangerously low and exposing his v-line. You smirk, wiggling your eyebrows at him as he brings over your water.
“There you go, my darling,” he announces. You’re sitting in bed, resting up against the headboard with your hand resting on your bare stomach. You’d given up on real clothes a few weeks ago, and haven’t looked back since. Most days, you don’t even bother wearing shirts anymore—far more comfortable in a pregnancy bra and nothing else.
“You didn’t need to rush,” you coo, feeling a little bad as you notice Tom’s halfway through shaving, half of his face covered in foam, the other bare and smooth.
He just shrugs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your bump as he places the glass on the bedside table.
“You needed water,” he murmurs. Both of his hands go to your belly, his fingers warm and delicate as he slowly rubs your bump. “And this little one needs anything you want,” he adds. He scatters kisses over the top, glancing up at you with soft eyes. “Can’t have mum being thirsty, can we? I have to take good care of my girls.”
You coo, but the sound twists louder into a gasp as you feel something very odd fluttering in your stomach. After a brief moment of confusion, your eyes widen.
“Tom,” you say, looking at him with tears in your eyes.
“What? Are you okay?” He sounds worried as he looks between you and your bump quickly. You feel the fluttering again, and you realise it’s the baby kicking.
“Yes. Here.” You take his hands, moving them back to the side of your stomach where you’d felt the movement. “Say something again.”
“Uh? Something?”
You glare at him. “The baby started kicking when you spoke to her,” you explain, “keep talking. See if she’ll do it again.”
“Oh.” His eyes are wide, and his eyes go a little glassy as he gazes at your bump, shocked. “Um, hi, little bean,” he mumbles, leaning down so he’s closer. “I hear you’ve been busy kicking. Do you want to do that again for us-” Tom breaks off, and he gasps as you feel the movements again, hard and peculiar, but bringing you unrestrained levels of joy.
“That’s her,” you mumble, clasping your hands together as you watch Tom kiss your belly again. “I think she likes you.” Tom smiles at you, his lip holding a pout of adoration. You giggle, finding him adorable, but also finding amusement in the way he’s still got shaving foam covering his jaw. “Go finish shaving.”
He scowls before reluctantly nodding. “I’ll be one minute,” he promises. He hesitates before moving off, kissing your bump again before jogging back to the bathroom, a lightness to his step.
It takes him less than a minute to return, by which point you’ve turned off the bedroom light and snuggled down into bed. Tom slips in beside you, kissing you before sliding down your body and returning his attention to your bump. In the dark, you find yourself giggling as his light fingers pad over you, tickling softly as he pays attention to your baby, showering it in more kisses, and more gentle touches.
“I love you so much,” he coos. You reach down to rest a hand in his hair, slowly stroking through his curls as you close your eyes and lean back into the pillow. “Gonna love you so much, baby. Promise.”
You feel the kicks again, and whimper softly as Tom delights.
“Do you think she’s going to do this every time she hears your voice?” You mumble, already imagining the world of discomfort that’ll await you if your baby decides to kick up a fuss like this for the next four months.
Tom hums. “I hope so,” he murmurs. He keeps a hand cupping the lower part of your belly, where you can feel the kicks landing. “Does it hurt? Is this going to be annoying? Because I can always stop talking, if you don’t like it.”
You sigh contentedly, smiling into the darkness as you marvel at how soft your boyfriend has become since you fell pregnant. As much as the sensations confuse you, you know you’ll get used to them. You know you’d never deny him access to your child—not with his voice as soft as that, and his touch so gentle.
“It’s just a bit odd. I’ll get used to you,” you say. “Talk to her as much as you want.”
Tom hums. He kisses your bump again. “I love you,” he says to your stomach. He slips back up to rest beside you, kissing your lips as his hand drifts to your belly. “And I love you.”
You smile into the darkness. “Love you too.”
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mob!tom getting turned on by jealous!reader when girls are getting touchy with him at a club 👀 he’d tease her and show everyone who he belongs to 😏
nothing like a bit of jealousy... cw: alcohol, club setting, slightly suggestive.
—clearing out the askbox: mob!tom—
You can feel the temperature of your blood slowly starting to rise as you lean back against a wall, staring out across the private section of Tom’s club. Your grip on your drink tightens as you swallow darkly, gaze focused, almost murderous. It’s a little after midnight, and as you listen to the deep sounds of bass music thrumming through the club, you realise that you’re seething.
It’d been Tom’s idea -- a night out, at his favourite club, with you and all of his friends to let off some steam. His staff had been excited to welcome you all into the establishment for the night, roping off the VIP section and bringing out round after round. The servers in the section have been nothing but considerate, attentive, and thorough all night -- a little too thorough, because now you’re resting against the wall you’d retreated to for a breather, watching as one of the serving girls gets close to your boyfriend.
You aren’t usually a jealous person. You’ve been with Tom long enough to know that his eyes are only for you, and his heart is firmly held in the palm of your hand. However, despite knowing this, you can’t help but feel very, very, very jealous as you watch them. The server talking with Tom had started their conversation standing, but has since sat down, slid up his booth, and is continuing to talk to him with her hand on his arm. Every time she laughs, she seems to inch a little closer, and Tom? Tom seems to be completely unaware of the way her eyes keep dropping to his lips, and the very calculated way that she stops every few moments to readjust her hair.
A part of you feels bad for her. Clearly, she doesn’t know that Tom’s a taken man. You know there’s no chance in hell she’d try to get it on with her boss, in front of his girlfriend.
...Is there?
After what feels like an eternity of pointedly staring at Tom and trying to discreetly attract his attention, your boyfriend looks at you. His broad smile dips a little, his eyebrows arching as he takes in the obvious irritation on your face before he shrugs and looks at you as if to say, what?
You roll your eyes and lift your hand, casually drawing a line between Tom and the server. His eyes widen, and he cycles through a few emotions: confusion, shock, clarity...amusement. Tom wiggles his eyebrows at you as he sits back in the booth, his biceps bulging against the material of his black t-shirt as he pats his thigh and then crosses his arms.
With an annoyed smile finding your lips, you drain your glass and haphazardly put it down on one of the counters, pushing yourself off from the wall as you approach the booth. The girl is still there, curled in close to Tom’s side, but you make sure you catch her eye as you slip into the booth and very easily, very purposefully fold yourself into Tom’s lap. As you rest over his thighs, both of his arms curl around your waist and pull you closer. You hum contentedly as you smell his rich cologne and feel his warm lips catch your cheek.
“Hi,” you briefly tell the girl. Then you tilt your head, giving Tom your full and undivided attention as you cup his face in your hands and kiss him, deeply. His grip on your waist tightens and he pulls you nearer, slipping open his mouth when you drag your tongue along his lower lip. As you make out, your fingers slip back into his hair, taking anchor in his curls and keeping him in place as you kiss him, over and over and over again.
When you pull away, the girl is gone. Tom looks at you with amusement in his eyes.
“I promise I had no idea she was flirting with me,” he says. His fingers roll over your sides, making you hum.
“I know,” you reply. You pull back to look at him, eyes briefly fluttering out across all the parts of his face that you love so much: his wonky nose, his fluffy eyebrow, his deep, brown eyes. You kiss him again, a little stronger, savouring every moment as you cling to him. “You’re mine,” you whisper against him, the words barely audible over the sounds of the club. “Mine.”
“Yeah.” You drop your head to his neck, and Tom groans in appreciation as you drag your lips up the side of his throat, nibbling and sucking light hickeys to his skin. “Fuck, love. You’re really jealous, aren’t you?”
You don’t reply until you’ve paid enough attention to his neck and your trail of kisses leads back to his lips.
“A bit,” you mutter, eyes glinting. You move closer and raise your eyebrows as you feel his hardness, pressing up against you. “Are you okay down there?” You tease, smirking. “You feel a little...hard.”
Tom rolls his eyes, his hands shifting to your face. He presses his lips to yours, and then stays close, resting his forehead against yours.
“You are the love of my life,” he tells you. “You don’t ever need to be worried about anyone else.” He smiles when he sees your lips twitch into a grin, and he kisses you again softly. “And yes,” he adds, voice darker. “I’ve got the hottest woman I’ve ever seen sitting in my lap right now, of course I’m hard.” He squeezes your waist again as he looks at you suggestively. “Care to get out of here?”
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What about a Soft!Mob!Tom where the reader is suuper pregnant and tom gets anything she needs (like cravings or something), and even cuddles her.
Love u
grrr this is so cute. so so so so so cute. thanks for requesting! cw: food.
– it’s mob monday !! –
“How’s that, darling? Is that better?”
Tom’s looking at you, concern written across his face. His tie hangs loosely around his neck, his shirt crumpled. For the last two minutes, he’s been fussing around you, trying to fluff up the pillow behind your back so you’ll be comfortable. It doesn’t matter how much you move and try to reposition—there’s been a sharp pain jabbing into your lower back for the last hour, and it’s been incredibly irritating.
You hum, shifting around slightly as you test the waters with this new position. A broad smile finds your mouth.
“Better!” You announce. You sigh as you lay back, your hand drifting to rest on the curve of your baby bump. You’re eight months pregnant, and though you’re enjoying your pregnancy for the most part, it’s grown tiresome. Your hormones are all over the place, your feet hurt all the time, and the cravings have been incredibly intense.
“Can I get you anything else?” Tom asks. He reaches down to rest his palm on your belly, his pinky finger wrapping around yours. His eyes are tired but still so full of love, and you feel your heart do a backflip as you meet them.
“No, I’m okay.” You link your hand with his and squeeze him softly. “You should go back to your meeting. I’ll be fine here.”
He frowns, his eyebrows scrunching together. “If you need anything—anything—you call me. Okay?”
You bite back the smile that threatens to seize hold of your features, and nod. Tom’s been incredibly protective for the entire duration of your pregnancy, looking after you more than you’d ever expected him to. He’s always taken care of you, but it’s been upped—he’s uneasy whenever he doesn’t have an eye on you and doesn’t like being away from you for too long. He’s incredibly doting, and giving, and patient, and you love him so much it makes your heart hurt.
“Go,” you urge, knowing he’d happily blow off another meeting for you. “I just need to rest. Go do your job, mister.”
He kisses the back of your hand before begrudgingly stepping away.
“Fine,” he grumbles. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
For a while, you flick through the programmes on the large tv attached to the wall of your bedroom, only paying partial attention as you’re between sleep and consciousness. However, when a cooking show comes on screen, you find yourself waking up. You look at the screen, your eyes widening as they fall upon the delicious spread of food. Suddenly, you feel an incredibly strong, inconvenient craving come on.
You groan as you reach out, looking for your phone. You’re distracted by the tv as you write out some simple messages to Tom.
You: hey can someone get me one of those waffles from that market in camden pls
You: a really big one with the strawberries and the syrup on
You: please xxxx
You: oh and cinnamon. thanks
Tom: give me ten minutes
You smile as you put your phone back on the mattress, stretching your arms out above your head as you sigh happily. Tom’s got men on the ground all across the city, so you don’t feel as bad as you did when you’d begged him to go out at 3am to bring you KFC. He’d done it, because he loves you, but you’d still felt guilty. It eases your heart to know he’ll probably just relay the message to someone else and then continue with his meeting, unbothered.
Instead, you find the bedroom door opening nine minutes later, and in strolls Tom, waffle in hand, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Here you go, my darling,” he announces. He passes you the plate and kisses your forehead before waltzing off to the side, his fingers going to his tie.
“Fuck,” you moan, taking the first bite of your food and feeling your tastebuds delight. “Thank you.” You look to Tom and frown as you see he’s stripping off. “Wait, what about your meeting?”
Tom quirks an eyebrow. “You need me,” he says, stating it as a fact.
You nod along, deciding not to tell him that you needed the waffle, not him, because now he’s walking towards you, shirtless and in a pair of grey sweats, and you realise...yeah. You’d quite like a cuddle.
“Definitely,” you agree. You finish eating and Tom takes the plate, putting it on the side. He offers you a glass of water, then waits for you to finish that too before approaching the bed. “Ah, fuck. I need to pee.”
Tom briefly rolls his eyes, well used to this by now. “You always need to pee,” he teases. He pulls back the duvet and offers you both hands, which you gratefully accept.
“Yeah, well, try carrying around a baby, and maybe then you’d understand.”
Tom kisses your temple before you walk away. You’re quick through the bathroom, and you find yourself yawning as you dry your hands on one of the soft cotton towels. When you walk back into the bedroom, you discover it considerably tidier than you’d left it. Tom’s apparently passed over it like some sort of cleaning fairy, and he’s moved away all the scattered clothes and dress pillows. He’s sitting in bed waiting for you, the big light switched off, and he’s apparently just as prepared as you to have a nap despite it only being late afternoon.
“You’re very cute,” you say as you get back into bed. You snuggle down and Tom curls into your side, throwing one of his legs over yours as he presses his face into your neck. His hand goes to your bump as he kisses up your neck, very softly.
“What d’you mean?” He mumbles, voice quiet and soft. His fingers draw light circles over your belly, and you hum contentedly. Already, you’re feeling sleepier, just from the darkness in the room and the warmth coming off Tom’s figure.
“So attentive,” you say. “So sweet. So...soft.”
Tom grumbles into your neck. “‘M not soft.”
“Yes, you are.” You snuggle further into the duvet and smile into the darkness. “Ditching your meetings for me, bringing me whatever I want, cuddling me all the time… You’re a big softie, Tom. It’s cute.”
“Hmph.” Tom rubs your stomach gently. “I just want to make sure that you’re okay. Happy mum, happy baby.” You roll your eyes as he repeats the buzz phrase which has characterised your pregnancy. Happy mum, happy baby has been his mantra. You aren’t complaining. It’s worked out quite well for you.
“Yeah, but when the baby’s here, you’ll be ditching me for her.”
“Never, darling, never.” Tom chuckles as he kisses your jaw. “You’ll just need to share the spotlight. Can you do that?”
You bring a hand up to play with his hair. “I think I’ll be able to figure something out,” you reply. You’re quiet for a few moments, your eyelids falling shut as you let yourself relax. You’re very content, with Tom’s soft curls against your neck and his soft breathing fanning out across your skin. You feel full of love. “‘M sleepy.”
“Go to sleep,” he whispers. Tom turns his head to kiss your shoulder. “I’m here.”
“Okay,” you mumble, yawning. One of your hands goes to rest on your stomach, and Tom repositions his palm so it’s resting on top of yours.
“Sweet dreams,” he coos. “Sleep well.”
#annnnd that's all i got for tonight ! hope you liked my v soft blurbs.... i would now like a baby pls :)#tom holland x reader#tom holland blurb#tom holland x reader blurb#tom holland fluff#myblurbs#tomblurbs#dad!tomfic#mob!tomfic#mob!tomblurbs#tom.sfw#q#also ? didnt rlly know what to use as the craving lmao personally the idea of cinammon and strawberry and chooclate makes me feel horrible#but if you like that....you do you fjdkhf#oh what syrup** not chocolate. i dont even know what i wrote hfjdkhf#anyways. enjoy :)
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soft!mob!tom finding out the reader is pregnant and crying while kissing the belly?
I’m so soft for this :’))) cw: v brief mentions of morning sickness.
– it’s mob monday !! –
Tom’s been away for a week, up north dealing with some supply issues in Manchester. He’d left you back at the mansion, as you’d been feeling a little unwell and didn’t fancy the idea of travelling so far and being in an unfamiliar environment whilst you felt so rough.
After five days of waking up at the crack of dawn and your body forcing you to the bathroom to throw up the contents of your stomach, you start to wonder if it’s possible that you might be pregnant. A quick consultation of your phone’s calendar confirms that your period is a few weeks late. You and Tom have spent several months trying to get knocked up, but after a while of breaking your hearts over negative tests, you’d both decided to stop putting so much pressure on it. But now… Now, you might actually be pregnant.
Part of you considers waiting for Tom to get home, but another more cynical part knows that this could just be another hoax. You’d hate to get him excited only to pull the rug from beneath his feet again, so you decide to do it alone. After grabbing one of the tests stacked up beneath the bathroom sink, you use it, then spend the nail-biting few minutes alone, pacing in the bedroom. The timer on your phone goes off, and you have to take a further five minutes to talk yourself into checking it, knowing what you could find might change your life.
Two lines. Positive.
You gasp as you hold the positive test in your hands, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Immediately you regret not waiting for Tom, but that’s swept away as you realise you now get to be the one to break the big news to him. As one of your hands drifts down to your stomach, your other wrangles your phone.
You: when are you coming back home?
Tom: tomorrow. is everything okay?
You: yes :)
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“Love? I’m home!”
Tom’s loud voice drifts up to the bedroom as he hollers through the house, causing you to jump up from surprise. After quickly fixing your hair and trying to look less like you’d just been snuggled up in bed taking a nap, you walk out of the bedroom. Tom’s trudging up the stairs, and as he sees you walk onto the landing, his tired eyes light up.
“Tom,” you greet, smiling. He jumps up the final few steps before sweeping you into a tight hug, groaning softly.
“I missed you,” he says, his lips tickling your neck in kisses.
You sigh contentedly as you inhale his familiar cologne, your stomach churning with butterflies.
“Missed you too,” you tell him, clutching at his back. “I have something for you.”
Tom pulls back, his hands going to settle on your waist. “A present?” He asks, eyes lighting up with glee.
You chuckle as you nod. You reach out for his hand and gently tug him into your bedroom. “Yeah, a present. Sit there.” You push him onto the end of the bed, and Tom wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“A present… Because you missed me?” He asks, smirking already.
You roll your eyes. “Not that kind of present,” you tease. “Get your head out of the gutter.”
Tom gasps in mock outrage, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Alright, alright.” He crosses his arms. “What is it?”
“Patience. Close your eyes.” You watch as Tom follows instruction, and peer closer at him. “Keep them closed. Don’t make me blindfold you,” you threaten.
“What if I want you to blindfold me?”
You snort as you walk across the room, opening a drawer and picking up the positive test. After going back to stand in front of him, you suddenly feel a little nervous. You take a moment to look at Tom, admiring his luscious brown curls, and the sculpted lines of his handsome face. Your doubts and your fears soften the longer that you look at the man you love so much, and you know that you can do this, as long as it’s with him.
“Okay, so… I’m sort of nervous to give you this,” you say, rambling a little. “It’s something that you’ve wanted for a long time. That- that we’ve wanted for a long time. And, uh, well… Here you go.”
Without further ado, you give Tom the test. It sits in his hands.
“Can I look now?”
“Yeah.”
You watch as Tom hesitantly opens his eyes, his gaze flickering first to you, then to the test in his hands. He’s seen enough of them to recognise what it is, and you laugh nervously as his eyes bulge. Immediately, he brings it closer, eyes glinting as he reads the test, his jaw falling slack.
“Are you- is this real?” He asks. You nod your head, biting back a smile as you watch him process the news. “You’re...pregnant?”
“Yeah. We’re going to be parents, Tom.”
He releases a noise somewhere between a joyful groan and an exclamation, then shoots up from the bed. He hugs you tightly, lips peppering your cheeks in kisses as both of you laugh. His hands smooth over your face as he holds you tightly, his brown eyes wide with emotion as he whispers, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Love you too,” you say, feeling overwhelmed.
Tom’s hands shift down, going to rest on your belly.
“I can’t believe it,” he announces. You hear him swallow, and look at his face, noticing the presence of the tears that sparkle in them. “Can I…?”
“Go ahead.”
Tom drops to his knees in front of you, and he helps you roll up the front of your shirt. You let your hands rest in his hair as he kisses across the front of your stomach, his lips so soft and gentle. A few tears slip from his eyes as he sniffles, causing you to pout at the sight.
“Hello, little one,” he murmurs, speaking to your belly. There’s barely a bump there, but that doesn’t stop him. “It’s your dad.” His voice hitches, and you card your fingers through his hair. “Gonna love you so much, baby. So much.” Tom reaches back to grab one of your hands, squeezing your fingers tightly. “We both will.”
You feel yourself well up too, the sight of Tom with so much love for your unborn child warming your heart. He scatters a few more kisses to your belly before finally standing up again, one of his hands staying on your skin as he kisses your lips.
“Thank you,” he says, voice thick. His eyes are red and watery, and you cup his cheek soothingly.
“Thank you,” you reply. “It takes two.”
Tom hugs you again, his face going to rest in the crook of your neck. He runs his hand over your stomach, and you sigh into him.
“Love you,” he murmurs. “Love you so much... Love you both so much.”
You hold him closer.
“Love you too,” you whisper, “and I can’t wait to do this with you.”
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