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Hey 💜💙 I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader fanfic with #19 from the kissing prompt list? The scenario can be that Tom and the reader are in a secret relationship because the reader is his personal assistant. Tom and reader have had sex before with other people in prior relationships but this will be their first time with each other so this will start with kissing and end with a good amount of smut if that makes sense at all lol

Getting Personal: Tom Holland x Reader Smut

Description: 13.5k wc smut where Tom falls for his personal assistant y/n and the heat between them is palpable but he struggles given their professional relationship.

Warnings: 18+ smut content, jealousy, p in v, unprotected sex, riding, mentions of orgasm, cum, masterbation, etc. teasing, and similar sexual content.

“So Tom here are the posters you need to sign for the fans” y/n says, setting the papers down on his desk as he looks up from his script.

As she pulls back, her hand brushes against his bare arm, sparks shooting through her as a result.

Tom seems to feel it as well as he tenses but smiles up at her as she stands behind him.

“Thank you y/n, do you mind grabbing me a new sharpie for them?” He asks kindly.

“Do I even want to know what you did with the last one?” She laughs, shaking her head as she walks to the door.

Tom secretly watches her hips as she walks away from him and mentally yells at himself for fantasizing about his personal assistant.

“Harry lost this one, I swear” Tom defended, making her laugh again before exiting the room.

“Girl” y/f/n gushes, coming up to her.

“Hmm?” Y/n asks already knowing where it was heading.

“You’ve gotta act on this. Look at the dumb grin on your face each time you leave his office” y/f/n smirks.

Y/n rolls her eyes, “there’s nothing to act on”.

“He can’t stop staring at you regardless of where we are, gives you secret smiles across the room, always checks to see your thoughts on projects you have no business giving input on, and you’re saying there’s nothing there?” Y/f/n groans, following y/n to the supply closet.

“That’s what I’m saying, yes” y/n says as she hides her now red cheeks behind the shelf.

“So oblivious” y/f/n scoffs before walking back to whatever she should actually be working on.

“Tom?” Y/n asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

He shook his head rapidly as he began blinking to stop staring at her, “sorry”.

She giggled and shook her head, “it’s okay, are you alright?”.

“No” he admits, sighing.

“What is it? What do you need me to do?” She asked quickly.

“It’s not that….I'm afraid I can no longer keep this professional situation going” he muttered.

“Oh” she whispers, “okay. What did I do though? If it was because I came in three minutes late last Wednesday, I-“.

Tom smirked and shook his head as she rambled an explanation due to misunderstanding his statement.

He grinned to himself as she tucked her hair behind her ear as she continued talking.

Tom felt a strong pull and instantly wrapped his arms around her waist to get her closer.

He looked down at her now closed lips before looking back into her eyes to see if she was okay with where this was going.

When he felt assured she wasn’t against it, he pressed his lips against her’s softly.

Tom smiled as he felt her lips start moving in sync with his after a few seconds of surprise.

He rested his forehead on her’s when they pulled back.

She blinked slowly up at him, “You kissed me."

"You kissed me back” Tom pointed out with a smirk.

“And I'm not here to apologize." She smirked back, tangling one hand in his hair.

“You need to stop doing that” he purrs, closing his eyes.

“Hmm, why?” She asked, and while he hadn’t opened his eyes yet he could hear her teasing tone as he tightened her hold on his hair.

“I think I wanna do a little more than just kiss” he admitted with a groan.

Before y/n could respond, there was a knock at the door, making the pair separate instantly.

Tom rubbed the back of his neck as he walked to answer it.

“No, no, let me. It’s my job “ y/n laughed nervously, desperately trying to find ways to ensure the guest didn’t know what had happened seconds before.

“Oh, Uhh.. right “ Tom agreed, sitting back at his desk.

Y/n straightened herself out before she opened the door and let Tom’s brother Harry in, offering him a kind welcome.

From that day on, y/n decided she had the upper hand and would utilize it.

It was not her first rodeo teasing men with their desire, so she knew just what to do.

As she walked into his office again, she smirked as she saw him reading his script.

He looked up and gave her a shy smile before going back to reading.

She sat down in her chair across from him, making minimally provocative sounds as she rubbed her neck as if it hurt.

Tom glanced up from his script as he tightened his grip on the packet.

He forced himself to focus back on the next line he had to memorize.

But he soon found himself distracted yet again as y/n moaned as she stretched.

“Y/n” Tom warned, seeing the teasing shine in her eyes.

She raised an eyebrow at him In feigned innocence as she raised her arm to stretch more.

As she moved her arm across her body, it pressed her breasts up further, exposing more skin, as she made another moaning sound.

Tom glared as his grip crumpled the edges of the papers in his hands, “Would you be quiet? l'm trying to work"

“I’m not doing anything Tom “ she said quietly.

He rolled his eyes, “don’t tease me”.

“I would never do that” she scoffed with a faint smirk as she let him get back to reading his script.

“Are you ready?” Y/n asked, stepping into his office as she tugged her dress down a bit.

“Yeah, I just need to g-“ Tom choked, his eyes widening as he faced her.

He couldn’t hide the way his eyes lowered to her chest, then to the slit leading from her thigh to her hip, then back to her lips.

“I'II take it that you like what you see” y/n winks, spinning so he can see the low cut back.

Heavily breathing, Tom whispers “I am not affected..."

Y/n giggles, walking to him and placing her arms on his chest, “no?”

Tom glares at her before he caves and pulls her to him, his lips aggressively moving against her’s.

He pulls back suddenly, his eyes scanning her features, “Do you want to do this?”

Instead of responding, she simply pulls him against her, her lips passionately pressing on his as she licks his bottom lip.

When they pull back, y/n smirks at him, “not affected huh?”.

He groans, looking away from her eyes, “fine, I’ll admit the dress is making this hard.”

“This or you?” She teases, biting her lip.

“Ha. Ha. You know, I would prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you” he admits, his hand resting on the dress material right above the slit on her hip.

She bites her lip harder as she stares at him, unable to speak.

"I can't wait until we're done with this event. There are so many things I want to do to you right now” he mumbles, eyes tracing her body again.

“Y/n?” Tom grinned, as she silently stared at him.

“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind” she whispers.

Tom chuckled, pulling her hip closer to him and leaning down to press a teasing kiss to her neck just below her ear., “Want to find out what we can get away with before someone comes looking for us?"

She took a shaky breath, “I will get in trouble if you’re not on time”.

Tom hummed, interlocking his hands behind her back, “fairly certain I will not get you in trouble love”.

“No trouble? Not even a little?” She teased, licking her lips and playing with his tie.

“You know l'm holding back from fucking you over this desk, don't push your luck” he grumbled, pressing his face into her collar bone.

She ran her hand down his chest with her bottom lip in between her teeth.

Tom groaned, grabbing her hand with his, “Stop being so hot please, l'm trying to get my work done”.

She chuckled, stepping back to give him some room, “Says the one who was just trying to get me to allow him to skip the event”.

Tom sighed, “You said the fans won’t be there for another hour yes ?”

Y/n nodded, playing with the necklace resting just above her bust.

“Well if we won't be missed for awhile, we should take advantage of that." Tom winked, stepping closer to her.

Tom’s hands went around her again, this time grasping her hips as he lifted her slightly off the ground.

She gasped and clung to him as he carried her to his couch.

Tom gently laid her down before hovering over her.

Y/N’s eyes lowered to his button up shirt, her fingers playfully toying with the buttons.

Tom dipped his head and began placing open mouthed kisses along her neck.

He started at the bottom, just above her collar bone and worked his way up, savoring the feeling of her skin and scent of her perfume.

Y/n began unbuttoning his dress shirt just as his lips pressed on a sensitive spot just below her earlobe.

Tom smirked against her skin as he felt her body twitch under him and a small gasp left her lips.

He opened his mouth more and began to suck on the tender point.

“T—Tom” she moaned, tugging on his hair to pull him back before he could leave a mark.

However, that only made him even more turned on, his lips now buzzing against her skin as he hummed.

As his cold fingers pushed up the hem of her dress, he lifted his gaze to look at her face.

He nearly moaned as he saw the lust in her eyes, “love, your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."

Y/n grinned and whispered “yes, now.”.

Tom smiled, holding her waist, “Turn over, love."

Y/n complied, Tom’s hands assisting her spin around.

Tom delicately lowered the zipper on her dress, his lips coating the newly bare skin.

“God, love, you’re so soft” he breathed against her skin.

Y/n smiled into the padding of the couch under her as Tom lowered the shoulder straps off of her body.

She reached back, her hand blindly finding his upper thigh.

Tom groaned, glancing down at her hand before going back to the task at hand.

Y/n stretched her arm until her hand cupped his bulge through his dress pants.

He moaned loudly and dove his head down to her shoulder, his lips pressing hard against her upper spine.

“Shhh, you gotta be quiet or we're gonna get caught" y/n warned, moving her fingers to undo his zipper.

Tom quickly helped in removing his pants, lowering them enough to be out of her way before towering over her again.

He gasped as she blindly searched his waist for the hem of his underwear, her soft fingers tickling his skin, “I want you. Now”.

She smirked into the couch, before spinning around to stare up at him.

“Settle” she teased, rubbing his hip before slipping her fingers between his underwear and bare skin.

Tom growled lowly as she stroked his length, twisting her fingers to squeeze his balls.

He threw his head back in pleasure, his eyes closed as he moaned her name.

“Feel good?” She asked, letting the tips of her fingers dance along his already twitching tip.

He moaned again, looking back down to smile at her.

“How good?” She asked, licking her hand before wrapping it around his length and sliding up and down.

Tom gritted his teeth as he tried to be quiet, “fuck, reality is even better than my dreams”.

“You’ve dreamt of this?” She questioned, massaging random spots.

Tom was certain his face somehow became even more flushed at the confession but nodded, “of us. All the damn time, I just- ahh”.

Y/n smirked, her own cheeks brightening, “and this is better Hmm?”

“Still just as damn gorgeous as always” he hummed, his hand lowering to her waist as he finally came back around to the task at hand.

“But- hhhhh- your hand feels much better than my own” he admitted, smirking as y/n blushed over the idea of him masterbating to the idea of her.

Tom grinned wickedly as y/n moaned when his pointer and middle fingers suddenly pushed past her underwear and dipped into her.

“Quiet, baby, the others will hear." Tom teased, his fingers roaming her walls gently.

“Please, keep going!" She begged, squeezing his length as her body convulsed faintly.

Tom moaned and felt himself twitch in her palm but complied with her wishes, pressing slightly harder against her as he trailed every inch inside her.

He noticed her smirk disappearing as she gave in to the feeling, her hand slowly sliding down his erected penis.

Tom decided to take advantage of this and flip the situation on her, hoping to make her feel as desperate as he had been with all of her teasing as of late.

“Is it good when I touch you here?” He whispered, his voice deeper as he danced his fingers over a warm patch inside her.

She closed her eyes and nodded faintly, hips lifting to his hand.

“Or maybe here?" He asked, turning his finger to the side and prompting her leg to shake slightly.

She hummed, prying her eyes open to look at him lazily, “d-don’t stop”.

Tom nodded with a wink, slowly pushing another finger into her.

He licked his lips as her hips bucked upwards against his hand, “stay still, don't move your hips."

She groaned, “I c-can’t Tom. I need more”.

Tom nodded, glancing at her questioningly.

Once she nodded back, he pulled his fingers out easily due to her arousal.

Tom drunkenly glanced up at her before he brought his fingers to his mouth, seductively licking her arousal off of him.

She fluttered her eyes as she smirked up at him.

“Shit, you taste amazing” he complimented, his eyes unconsciously dropping down to her exposed core, “I want it. I want to taste you."

Y/n hummed, as he peered back up at her for permission she dragged her eyes slowly from his face to her waist.

Tom grinned excitedly and quickly lowered his face until his nose was pressed just above her mound.

He felt his heart beating out of his chest as he rubbed her thigh comfortingly before his tongue slid down her throbbing lips.

“I knew you looked good enough to eat” he mumbled against her.

“Thomas, you take any longer and I'II do it myself” she groaned, her hip twitching as his breath teased her skin.

His wide eyes flashed up to hers before he smirked and complied, his tongue finding her entrance.

Tom hummed as his tastebuds became coated in her.

She clenched at the vibration from his pleasure and tugged on his hair.

He moaned into her, causing her to buck her hips again.

Tom firmly set his hands in her hips and pushed them back to the couch, his words muted from their proximity to her skin but never less demanding, “don’t move”.

His tongue danced around her as deep as it could reach.

As she got comfortable, Tom moved his left hand towards her chest.

He squeezed her breasts through her bra, pleased by her shared moaning.

She kept her hips in place but hooked her legs around his shoulders, using her legs to pull him closer to her center.

Tom chuckled to himself, bringing his right hand up and pressing his thumb onto her clit.

Y/n gasped loudly, slamming her hand over her mouth.

“Ahh, you like it when I fuck you like this?” He asked, pulling his mouth back to breathe.

She nodded faintly, staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah you do” he agreed, rolling his thumb in a circle, feeling her clit harden slightly in arousal.

Y/n all but screamed into her own hands, Tom smiling proudly as he watched her swollen core drip onto the couch below them.

Tom left his hands where they were but contorted his body so he could kiss her lips quickly, “what pretty noises you're making for me... am I making you feel good?"

“Tom, no one's ever touched me like this, fuck” she cried out, reaching one hand towards his waist.

He felt an immense amount of pleasure and pride at her statement, his head lowering back down to her until the tip of his tongue replaced his hand on her clit.

“Fuck- T-Too-Tooomm” she moaned against her palm, scratching at his back with her free hand.

Tom groaned, palming her warm labia.

“I need you” she muttered, tangling her hand in his hair.

Tom nodded, leaning up from her waist enough to speak, “I’m here”.

“No, not enough” she argued, pushing him back slightly.

Tom slid back, looking at her in confusion.

She grinned and placed her arms behind her to push herself up slightly, before reaching for his waist and tugging him to her.

Tom smiled but bit his lip, “I do-don’t have a-“.

She nodded, “I’m on the pill. And, I trust you”.

Tom nodded, hands resting on her hips once again as he lined himself up.

Once he heard her whispered approval as he stared at her, he desperately slid himself in.

He moaned as her tight walls opened enough to let his girth inside, “you feel so good!"

Y/n tried to giggle but it came out more as a grunt from the pressure her lower half was under.

“Are you okay baby?” Tom asked, restricting himself from entering her further until he knew she was okay.

She nodded, “jus-…ahh”.

Tom stroked her cheek, tilting her gaze towards him, “need me to stop?”.

Y/n shook her head, taking a deep breath and Tom felt her walls loosen around him but he stayed frozen until he was sure.

“You’re, yo-you’re just big Tom” she praised, hand pressed against his chest.

Tom closed his eyes and squeezed her ass with his right hand as he moaned, thanking her for the compliment.

Y/n knew he always enjoyed getting praise, so it wasn’t surprising to learn he did in fact have a praise kink in the bedroom too.

She grinned innocently up at his heavenly sculpted face, her arm aggressively dragging his waist towards her, shoving his erection further into her, “it’s incredible”.

Tom was certain he was going to die in that moment.

He’d been dreaming of this moment for longer than he’d ever openly admit.

But the way she felt was far better than anything his mind could have imagined.

She tasted so unbelievably delicious, making him crave her instantly.

And the way she would take control when he practically melted in her arms only made him even more aroused.

Not to mention that he noticed she’d picked up on his praise kink, already driving him wild.

He threw his head back so far the back of it touched the base of his neck.

“I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot." Tom admitted when he came back around, his eyes instantly finding her face.

He wanted to just freeze the moment, being able to feel her while taking in every beautiful detail of her face.

Y/n smirked, and opened her mouth to say something but only gasped loudly as Tom pressed himself on her until he was completely inside her.

Tom moaned as her walls clenched around him shakingly, her frantic legs moving so much it drove him upwards a little.

As she tilted her head backwards in ecstasy, Tom dove and began sucking on the sweet spot he found minutes before.

She circled her hips against him, moving his dick with her as she let him have his way with her neck until she felt a bruise might be forming from the suction.

“Tom” she moaned, nails digging into his back as he hit her favorite spot.

Tom moaned back, his hands playing with her buttcheeks as he pushed into her more; all without stopping the suction on her neck.

“Y-you’re going to- fuck-“ she breathed, intentionally clenching her walls around his length and grinning as he moaned so loud she could hear it despite his mouth being covered by her neck.

“You’re going to leave a mark” y/n warned, dragging her nails across his sweaty chest.

“Mmmm” he nodded, sucking harder.

“I want to give you a hickey” Tom explained, licking her skin to relive some of the pain he figured she’d feel.

“So everyone can see how I feel about you” he added quietly, his arms firmly pulling her ass towards him, her hips slamming upwards into his.

They both moaned loudly, forgetting they needed to stay quiet.

Y/n shook her head, politely pushing his head from her neck, “we have an event tonight”.

Tom shrugged, a side smile and wink being sent her way.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “people will talk. Besides, it’s my turn”.

Tom sighed at her argument but lifted an eyebrow at her last remark.

She grinned and lowered her hips, shoving him off of her by his chest.

Tom’s back hit the edge of the couch, his arms slamming into the seat to stable himself.

As his eyes widened and he licked his lips, y/n stood up and walked to that end of the couch.

Tom’s eyes traced her entire body, his length twitching against his stomach as he waited to her next move.

She grinned down at him, towering over him and giving him a soft kiss which he desperately followed, his head moving towards her as she pulled back.

She reached over and grabbed his underwear from the floor, flirtingly tossing it back at him with an evil smirk.

His mouth dropped and he audibly scoffed.

“We have to get going” she winked, grabbing his pants next.

Tom growled, reaching for her, “Get back down here, we're not done yet."

Y/n chuckled and bit her lip to suppress the moan trying to escape her lips at his orders.

She turned to look at him, more than pleased by the desperation in his eyes as he laid there before her in the corner of the couch in his office.

Never did she think she’d be in this situation.

Sure she’d been with other coworkers before, but not Tom- her boss- and not in his office.

She wished for this many times, but never imagined he’d be sitting there looking so drunk off of her and like he’d give her the world if she asked for it.

She bent down, her ass just out of reach, as she put her heels back on after having kicked them off earlier.

Y/n watched his eyes plead with her as he palmed himself aggressively, his facial muscles struggling to keep an authoritative expression.

As she rose back to standing, she licked her lips and strutted closer to him.

She stopped just before him, smirking at his eyes snapped to her’s and silently screamed for her.

She kneeled over his waist on the couch, her calves pressed against his outer thighs as her feet and heels dangled loosely off the edge.

Tom moaned, rubbing himself so hard the skin burned.

Y/n smirked again and tore his hand away from himself, “that’s not your’s”.

Tom eyes froze and stared at her as his hands reached for her waist.

She curves both hands around his swollen dick, one thumb rubbing the tip and the other rubbing his base.

Tom whimpers under her touch, his back pressing into the couch cushion more.

Y/n proudly smiles to herself before tilting her head down and kissing his collar bone, her fingers still pleasingly teasing him.

Tom rested his head against the couch and closed his eyes, squeezing the couch material in his fists.

Y/n lowered her head in a tauntingly slow pace, Tom visibly squirming for more friction.

She moved one hand from his dick to his thigh, holding him in place.

“Faster! Please, let me cum!" He begged, cupping her face as her tongue danced between his tense abdominal muscles.

She smirked against his chest, twisting her hand that was still on his cock, “soon”.

Tom moaned, throwing his head back again as she tasted more of his chest while his hands tangled in her hair.

He nearly jumped out of his seat as she placed an open mouthed kiss against the skin just above his dick still in her hand.

His eyes shot open and he bit his lip hard as he looked down at her, not wanting to beg her to suck him off, especially this early into their real-whatever this was to her.

However, he could have sang her praises when he noticed she was already planning on doing that.

She licked her lips as she examined his cock, his sperm already dripping faintly from the tip in anticipation.

Y/n hummed, peering up at him as she slid off his lap and onto the floor, her hand moving to pull his hips towards the edge of the couch.

Tom eagerly scooted his butt to the edge of the couch, his legs opening wider as her hands trailed up his inner thighs.

Y/n looked at him through her eyelashes before licking her lips again and looking back down.

Tom moaned louder than he recalled ever having done before as her swollen lips surrounded his cock.

His hands found her hair again but he tried to hold back from tugging her closer to him, wanting her to take whatever time she needed to adjust.

Y/n resisted the urge to gag as she pressed her head into his lap further, his dick hitting her tonsils aggressively.

Her lips quivered slightly but she quickly recovered, her tongue licking lines up his length as she pursed her lips together.

Tom moaned, slamming his face into the cushion beside his head to silence himself.

Y/n laughed, the action shaking his cock in her mouth, making him moan again, his hands tearing at her hair now.

She pursed her lips into a tighter hold, sucking in air, his cock throbbing against her tongue as Tom sank into his seat.

“You like that?” She asked, pulling back just as she felt he’d cum.

Tom assertively nodded, stroking her cheekbone, “so damn much darling”.

Y/n smiled proudly, her fingers trailing over his wet lap teasingly.

“Mmm, come on love” he begged, his eyes heavy

“I like you begging” she admitted, Tom groaning as he pulled her closer by the grip he still had on her hair.

“Open your mouth for me, baby" he asked, tilting her head towards his lap.

She looked up at him, her mouth wide open.

Tom groaned and shook his head at her painful teasing, “fuck, please”.

Y/n laughed at him but nodded, her hand moving his dick until it was in the spot she wanted.

Without any further warning or teasing, Tom found himself in her mouth again.

He moaned as she let her tongue explore him as her hands held his testicles.

When she began bobbing her head, her lips and suction moving around his dick fearlessly, he felt himself tense.

“Love, I’m.. I’m going - darling-“ he rambled, incoherently.

But y/n knew what he was trying to say and nodded, her head not leaving his trembling cock as she began sucking harder.

Tom leaned back as he let himself relax knowing she was okay with him cumming in her mouth.

However, he soon desired to be able to watch her pretty face suck him off; and found himself pushing himself up enough to see her.

She lifted her head, her lips moving to the top of his dick and let just the edge of her teeth glance over his tip before aggressively slamming her mouth back down his length.

Tom moaned loudly, his previously broken record shattering as he felt the most intense orgasm take over his body.

He let himself explode inside of her mouth, pleasantly impressed as she simply licked it from his cock without choking.

Tom hummed as she swallowed around him, his hands holding her hair again, this time pulling it out of her face so he could see her.

“Holy fuck y/n” he praised as she finished licking him clean.

She grinned at him as she rocked herself back from his open lap, licking the few drops of his semen from her lips without breaking eye contact.

Tom shook his head, his heart beating out of control, “god you’re amazing”.

She winked, “thank you, Sir.”

Tom froze at the nickname leaving her mouth, his grip in her hair tightening in reaction.

Y/n noticed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, “amazing enough for a raise?”

Tom saw the playful look in her eyes but nodded affirmatively, “whatever raise you’d like, fuuuck”.

Y/n laughed loudly, standing up with a shake of her head, “how about we get to that event Hmm?”.

Tom furrowed his eyebrows at her as he watched her grab her underwear from the floor.

“You didn’t cum yet” he stated simply, pushing himself off the couch.

She shrugged, stepping into her panties as she tried to reassure him “I did have an orgasm though, so it was better than most hookups”.

“Hey” Tom whispered, spinning her around by her waist.

She finished raising her underwear before looking up into his eyes and nodding.

“Love, you know this-“ he said, looking around the room, rubbing his neck shyly.

“Tom, it’s okay, it doesn’t have to mean anything” she told him, his lips curving into a frown.

“What?” He asked, grabbing ahold of her wrist.

“This isn’t my first one night stand Tom” she giggled, kissing his cheek, “I know it doesn’t mean anything to you. It’s not a big deal”.

Tom wanted to scoff and pull her to him, kissing her until she understood just how wrong she was.

Instead he sighed, scolding himself for acting on his feelings so primally that she misinterpreted what the moment meant to him.

He had wanted to ask her out and take it slow, letting her have time to be comfortable dating her “boss”.

But when she walked into his office the way she did, he couldn’t think clearly any more.

She smiled at him softly and kissed his cheek again as she stepped back and grabbed her dress.

Tom stood frozen as he watched her slide the dress back on, the material instantly clinging to her body.

His mouth watered but he swallowed and opened his mouth to try and explain.

However, she spoke before he could, “can you zip me?”.

Tom nodded slowly, carefully sliding the zipper up from her tailbone.

“Wait, one more” y/n giggled, wiping the tissue against Tom’s neck as she removed another lipstick stain.

Tom silently let her work, his frown still present.

Once she knew he looked fine and there were no more signs of their scandalous behavior on his body, y/n stepped back and sighed.

“Why are you so pouty?” She groaned, rolling her eyes, “if it wasn’t for your cum painting my esophagus earlier, I’d think you didn’t enjoy what we did”.

Tom blushed deeply, “it’s just… you… you didn’t-“.

“Cum? I know, you said that already Tom” she laughed, “but again, I’m fine. Besides, I promise if that changes I’m more than capable of taking care of myself later”.

Tom shook his head in frustration over the fact she misread what he was going to say but then scoffed as he realized her second statement.

“If that happens, I deserve the chance to make up for it” he argued, “let me take care of you if that happens”.

“There’s nothing to make up for Holland” she rolled her eyes, resting her hands on his chest as she adjusted his tie, “most guys don’t make me cum”.

“Your boyfriends have never-?” Tom gasped, looking into her eyes to see if she was simply trying to make him feel better.

She shrugged with a small laugh, “they have Tom. Never thought I’d have this conversation with you, but yes my exes… well, most of them, have made me cum at some point. I just meant it’s not that often”.

Tom huffed, “then they need to be putting in more effort. You deserve-“.

A knock came from the door, making both of them freeze.

“Tom? Y/n? What’s taking so long? The guests are waiting” Tom’s friend Harrison shouted through the locked office door.

“Coming!” Y/n assured him, dropping Tom’s tie into place and stepping back.

“Well that’s ironic” Tom joked, grabbing her hand.

Y/n gasped and smacked his arm, shaking her head as a small laugh left her lips.

Tom smiled and pressed his lips to her temple, “one last thing before we go”.

She paused and turned to him in confusion.

“You really do look divine y/n” he complemented, squeezing her hand.

She cursed herself for actually blushing over the compliment given what they’d just finished doing.

Tom smiled and tugged her towards the door.

“Mate, god, could you stop for like one day?” Harrison groaned, shaking his head at Tom.

“Stop what?” Tom asked, glancing over at his friend.

“Eye-fucking her” Haz laughed, nodding towards y/N’s direction as she talked to one of the guests.

“I-I’m not eye fucking her Harrison” Tom defended.

Harrison rolled his eyes, “the hell you’re not. Mate, you’ve had a crush on her forever. You’ve been in love with her for at least a few months now, everyone can see it”.

“Really?” Tom asked, his eyes darting back to y/n, his heart speeding up as Kolby put his hand on her back.

Kolby was one of the guys Tom knew y/n had seen.

He wasn’t sure if they dated, her never wanting to discuss such matters in the office, but he knew they’d at least been together.

Tom knew he shouldn’t care, especially since he had now been with her as well.

But Tom wanted more than that.

He wanted to be the last one she was with, the only one she was with.

Tom knew this much to be true even before tonight.

But she made it clear she did not see tonight’s events the same way he did.

So all he could do was toss back his drink as he tried to calm himself down.

“Yes really. Fuck even when I point it out, you don’t stop staring” Haz laughed, shoving Tom’s shoulder.

“Everyone can tell?” Tom clarified, his heart pounding in anticipation.

“Duh” his friend teased.

“Even… even y/n?” Tom asked, breaking his eye contact with the scene across the room from him.

Harrison stopped laughing and set his hand on Tom’s shoulder, “mate, I don’t know. Probably, I don’t see how she couldn’t by now”.

Tom shook his head, “I need a drink”.

Harrison sighed, stepping around his friend to block him from moving, “you’re already drunk off y/n, so nice try”.

Tom groaned, his eyes flickering to y/n across the room; her smiling as she looked his way.

He forced a kind smile in return but it fell instantly as Kolby dropped his hand lower on her back as she talked to some woman.

“Mate” Harrison laughed, waving his hand in front of Tom’s face as his eyes traced where he was looking.

“We-we-“ Tom muttered, his conscious stopping him from confessing, but his predicament and lack of focus fighting to blurt it out.

“You what? Tom just make a move, she’s probably interested in you too. Just ask her out” Harrison encouraged.

“I can’t “ he argued, the tension in his chest doubling as Kolby’s hand dropped to y/N’s ass.

Harrison began talking but Tom’s attention was stuck on y/n.

He watched as y/n turned to Kolby with a confused look on her face, politely stepping out of his embrace until his hand wasn’t on her butt anymore.

Tom smirked to himself as Kolby froze in surprise.

However, Kolby wasn’t giving up.

So he moved forward when the woman they were talking to left, his hands grabbing y/N’s hips.

Even from across the room, Tom could see Kolby’s thumb intentionally resting on the exposed skin of her thigh.

Y/N’s eyes flickered as she looked back to where she last saw Tom, her eyes locking on his before she faced Kolby and picked his fingers off from her.

“Excuse me” Tom murmured, moving in her direction, not having heard any of Harrison’s comments.

“Mate!” Harrison laughed, blocking him again, “just ask her out so you two can date already”.

Tom glanced over and saw y/n was okay and back to talking with guests so he returned his focus to Harrison.

“You said you think everyone knows, even her” Tom sighed, “if that’s true… I already know her answer”.

“Shit Tom, why the low confidence?” Haz scoffed.

Tom shook his head, he wasn’t having low confidence.

In fact, he felt on top of the world after the moment earlier.

Especially considering it had been with y/n.

But despite his confidence, he allowed himself to realize if Haz were correct, she only wanted to sleep with him.

If she knew Tom liked her the way he did and was interested in him the same way, she wouldn’t have called their lovemaking a one night stand.

“Thomas” Harrison complained.

“We slept together” Tom blurted causing Harrison’s eyes to nearly spike up to his hairline in shock.

“Shit, tonight huh?” Harrison grinned, “that’s what you looked so happy about this event! You weren’t happy, you were satisfied”.

Tom growled but nodded, “but she called it a one night stand”.

Harrison sighed and nodded slowly, scratching his neck, “oh… geez… I’m sorry mate…”

Tom bit his lip and sighed, “it’s fine. Don’t get me wrong, I love that she even looked at me that way… I just…”.

“Wanted more” haz concluded for him.

Tom nodded once in agreement, letting his eyes roam to where she was, “so much more”.

“I mean normally one has to push their mates to keep finding ways to try and hook up with someone, but since you’ve already done that” haz smirked, earning a shoulder punch from Tom, “in this case I’m going to push you to keep trying to get her to be interested”.

Tom glares at him protectively, “I’m not going to force her to date me and I’m certainly not going to trick her into it or into being into me”.

Haz smirked at Tom’s sudden change of tone, glad he wasn’t sulking anymore, “just saying you should let her know how you feel”.

Tom stared at Harrison silently.

“I know, but maybe she didn’t see it the way everyone else did. Maybe she just thought you wanted to simply sleep with her” haz shrugged, glancing over at y/n, “can you blame her? Most of the guys here want to get with her just to say they did”.

Tom grumbled to himself and while Haz couldn’t make out what he said, he was sure it was something about y/n being worth more than the sexual target of the office complex.

It wouldn’t be the first time he made such a remark, Harrison often laughing and positioning out they were in an office building with a ton of stuck up celebrities and their assistants so it shouldn’t be a surprise.

“How about a drink for confidence?” Haz asked, grabbing a glass from the waiter who roamed by them.

Tom took the glass from him, tossing it back and letting the alcohol burn his throat.

He sighed as he realized he could still taste her, so much so he could hardly taste the alcohol; as if his mind was stuck on every lingering detail of her.

“Okay” Tom mumbled, shaking his hands loose at his side’s nervously.

“Hey Tom…” y/n whispered, appearing behind him, Haz smirking at Tom as he turned around.

“Y/n, love, you alright?” He asked, setting his glass down on the nearby table and reaching for her hand.

She smiled softly, raising her hands until he grabbed ahold of them both and squeezed.

Tom stared at her silently, looking over her stressed features as he allowed her time to breathe before explaining why she looked so worried.

“I’m okay, I…” she mumbled, glancing behind Tom’s shoulder at Harrison.

Haz got the hint and smirked as he shuffled out of the area when Tom followed her eyesight.

“What is it?” Tom asked, tugging on her hands so she stood closer to him.

She glanced up at him before hesitantly letting go of his hands and snaking one arm around his waist.

He watched intently as she looked up at him for approval as to if she was okay.

They’d been closer than colleagues before tonight, practically best friends, minus the big secret desire between them.

So this behavior wouldn’t be unusual to the guests present but Tom suspected she was uncertain where they stood after what happened a few hours ago.

He nodded and smiled down at her, his hand softly resting on the covered area of her hip as she relaxed into his side.

“Did you tell Makayla?” Y/n asked lowly, biting her lip.

Tom shook his head instantly, “course not, why?”

Y/n glanced across the room towards the woman in question who was about a year older than y/n.

Y/n knew that Tom and Makayla had slept together at some point in the last year, and suspected the woman’s behavior towards her tonight was out of jealousy after hearing what y/n had done.

“Love? Are you alright?” Tom asked, rubbing her hip calmingly.

“Sorry, yeah” she laughed breathily, “it’s just Jake and her are being assholes more than normal tonight”.

Tom glared over in the direction of the two in question, his hold on y/N’s waist tightening and pulling her closer unintentionally.

Y/n felt her heart surge at the behavior, mentally questioning if it meant he cared for her more than just a one night silt and or if he was just being possessive after this evening.

“What happened?” Tom asked her, turning back to look at y/n.

“Jake hasn’t left me alone tonight, being far more interruptive than normal” y/n rolled her eyes before looking over towards Makayla, “and she seemed jealous or something tonight is all”

Tom nodded, “there’s nothing between us. It was one drunken night after I lost that audition. That’s all, so I doubt it. She told me she is trying to make her way through the office”.

Y/n laughed loudly, covering her mouth with he free hand, making Tom smile.

“She actually said that to you?” She laughed.

Tom nodded and shrugged, “it’s fine, I didn’t have any feelings for her. But I’m just saying she’s not likely jealous about that, plus I didn’t say anything”.

“Hmm” y/n hummed “crazy she actually is doing that, whereas I have a few office flings over the years and suddenly I’m the office sl-“.

Tom stiffened, stepping back to stand in form of her, holding her in place before him as he looked into her eyes, “ don’t finish that”.

Y/n blushed but gave him a soft laugh and shrugged, “it’s what everyone thinks”.

“No it’s not. Not me” he argues, eyes staring into hers.

“Thanks Tom, but I don’t really care. Plus, it doesn’t say anything about you, even after tonight” she assured him, rubbing his bicep kindly.

Tom glares at her, removing his hands from her shoulders to cross his arms against his chest, “stop “.

Y/n raises an eyebrow at him, confused by his serious demeanor, “I promise. I’ve been with like two others here, most people know that but it just gives them something to gossip on without Makayla trying to slander them in revenge. But, it won’t taint your image or-“.

Tom groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, “my god. I don’t fucking care y/n”.

She froze and stared at him in shock, him never having used that kind of language with her in such a serious way.

He noticed her body language and sighed, dropping his arms to his side as he took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I just mean, I don’t care love. Okay? I’m pissed they’re gossiping about you, especially when I’m the one who slept with more people”.

Tom looked across the room, glaring at each of their semi-coworkers he suspected participated in the rumors.

He turned back to y/n, delicately grabbing one of her hands, “but I don’t care what it says about me. Even if it were true. I don’t care because I… tonight was….”.

Y/n looked at her heels and nodded slowly.

Tom felt hopeful it was a signal she misinterpreted his words, wanting to take it as a sign she was secretly disappointed when thinking he didn’t take tonight seriously.

As such just as she began to mumble something about understanding, Tom took a chance and held up one fingers pressing it against her lips.

Y/n slowly closed her lips, her top lip staining his finger red as her lip brushed against it.

Tom glanced around, hating there were so many people present for a moment he envisioned being private.

However as he looked back at her and saw the hope and fear fighting in her eyes, he ignored that thought.

“I was not done” Tom states, lowering his finger back down and tugging her closer with his other hand.

“I was going to say, I’m…” he took a deep breath, focusing his gaze on her eyes in an attempt to communicate his sincerity, “I’m in love with you. I was going to say tonight wasn’t just a hook up for me… or at least I hopped it wasn’t”.

Y/n froze in place her eyes boring into his as she took shallow breaths.

“I know it’s a lot. You don’t have to respond, nor do you need to feel the same” Tom mentioned, softening his hold on her hand.

“I apologize for making our profession relationship complicated and I.. oh god, I totally overstepped. I know I asked if you were consenting beforehand… but as your technical boss, I should’ve handled it differently “ Tom rambled, squeezing his eyes shut, “I mean I never saw myself as your boss, rather as a friend. I mean Haz is my friend and he was my personal assistant for awhile… oh fuck, I’m making this worse”.

Y/n pulled herself together as Tom kept rambling about him being sorry and that he should’ve made his feelings clear before sleeping with her and that he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable or violated.

She smiled as she digested his confession of being in love with her; shocked he felt the same way she had for months now.

“Tom” y/n whispered, Tom shutting up instantly and fearfully looking back at her.

“I’m in love with you too. Not because you’re my boss, but because you’re you” she admitted, slowly placing her hands on his chest so he could move away if he wanted.

Tom’s bottom jaw parted from his top jaw slightly before he broke into a wide smile as his cheeks reddened.

“Seriously?” He laughed, “shit I should’ve acted sooner then. I’ve been in hell for nearly a year”.

Y/n gasped, tugging on his tie to bring his face down to her level more, “a year?!”

Tom shyly looked away as she bit his lip.

Y/n smirked, pulling him the rest of the way to her by his waist, his chest now pressed against hers.

“Yes, you should’ve acted earlier” she whispered so lowly he struggled to hear her over the background music and surrounding conversations, slinging one arm over his shoulder.

Tom bit his lip aggressively, his hands on her waist as she pretended they were dancing but he knew better.

She smirked at him as she lowered one hand to his waistband, “I mean seriously, you had to keep me waiting this long?”

Tom chuckled, moving one hand to pull her head against his shoulder as he whispered into her ear, “I’ll make up for it”.

Y/n smiled into his shoulder, walking her fingers over the middle seem on Tom’s pants.

Tom moaned quietly into her ear, “easy now love”.

She shook her head against him, sliding one finger in between the flaps of fabric buttoned together over his crotch, “you love me, don’t you?”

“If you don't stop darling, I've no other choice but to take you right here and now against the wall there” he warned, looking to the closest wall.

Y/n lifted her head from his shoulder, slyly removing her finger from its place over his underwear.

She looked around and smiled at him before walking away.

Tom sighed, his eyes glued to her shifting hips and the way her ass moved as she strutted away from him.

He nearly headed her way when he saw Kolby approaching her.

Sure she admitted she was in love with Tom, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the idea of her ex being all over her.

However he stayed where he was when he saw Y/n shake her head, say something to him, and he sulked off.

Tom smiled to himself, burying his hands in his pockets as he waited to see why y/n left his side suddenly.

He laughed as she grabbed a brownie from the dessert table and spun back.

She grinned at him as she bit into the dessert on her way back.

Tom rolled his eyes playfully, removing his hands from his pockets and resting them on her hips when she was close enough.

Y/n shrugged, taking another bite and smirking as Tom stiffened when she licked the crumbs from her lips.

She spun the last bite in her fingers for a second, glancing up at a confused Tom.

She wiped the frosting off the top of the brownie, slowly chewing on the remainder.

Tom glared as she smirked at him knowing how hard he was getting already.

She began to lick the frosting from her finger teasingly before she ran the finger across his white dress shirt.

“Oh, I’m sorry” y/n smirked, “Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we go take it off?"

Tom smirked, his eyes glowing as he firmly grabbed her hand, leading her out of the event center.

“Tom, where are you going? The fans are just arriving” Harry stated as the couple entered the hall.

Tom groaned, “y/n is.. I got my shirt dirty, I need to change”.

Baz sighed, shaking his head, “fine, you’ve got probably five minutes anyways. If that. Y/n please ensure he actually hurries, Harrison said he was already late tonight”

Tom blushed, his fingers dancing over the back of y/N’s hand at his side.

“Of-“ y/n began but Harry cut her off.

“You know, he’ll kill me for saying this, but normally when you’re here he’s actually on time, probably trying to impress you” Baz smirked, “so maybe now he’ll arrive when the fans get in”.

Y/n giggled, “Harry!” biting her lip to keep from smirking instead of pretending to brush off Harry’s comment the way she normally would prior to Tom’s confession, “I’ll take care of it”

Tom griped to himself as y/n got a shirt out of the closet in his office.

She always had at least one extra suit and one extra set of standard clothing in the office closet so that if Tom had a sudden meeting, event, or wanted to go for a walk without being noticed, he could without having to go back to his house first.

He pouted as she tossed him the other dress shirt, not turning to look at him as she requested the dirty one so she could put it in the dry cleaning bag.

“Y/n” Tom whined, making her turn around and laugh at him.

“Tooomm” she teased, hands on her hips as she walked to him.

“We had plans, screw Harry” Tom stated.

“You want me to screw Harry?” Y/n joked, “what weird ass situation did I get myself into”.

Tom glared and scoffed, “not like that, and you know it”.

She giggled, grabbing the shirt he finally removed, kissing his cheek before she left.

“People will know if you’re late again Tom” she warned, tossing the shirt into the bag and zipping it closed.

“So, let them. I’ll tell them myself, I told you I’m in love with you” he reminded her, buttoning up the fresh shirt she gave him.

Y/n set the dirty dry cleaning bag on the back of his desk chair so she would remember to take it in for cleaning later.

She smiled over at him, tucking hair behind her ear, “doesn’t mean they need to know we’re fucking in your office”.

Tom nodded in agreement, not wanting the other men to be thinking of her in that way.

Y/n approached him, helping him with the rest of his buttons and then his tie, “not saying I don’t want to fuck in your office”.

Tom chuckled, pulling her waist to him as he pressed his lips against hers in a needy manner.

The kiss got heated just as y/N’s timer on her phone went off.

Y/n groaned as she and Tom pulled back.

He grinned at the way her eyes still held his with a burning passion.

“I will take care of you soon love” he promised, kissing her softly before departing from her arms.

Tom smiled at the fans as he autographed the headshots his agency had printed for him for the event.

He glanced over at y/n, trying not to laugh teasingly as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

“You alright love?” Tom whispered in between fans.

Y/n glared over at him, wordlessly sliding another print his way to sign.

He grinned and placed his spare hand on her thigh under the table.

Her eyes snapped to his with a warning stare but he ignored it, rubbing her inner thigh slowly.

“Ello” Tom greeted the next fan casually, as if he wasn’t trying to edge his personal assistant under the table.

The fan squeaked and thanked him for signing the picture.

Tom smiled innocently as he thanked her for attending, his hand secretly never leaving y/N’s leg.

Over thirty minutes passed this way, Tom’s hand taunting y/n under the table as she tried to keep her composure.

Tom painted on yet another fake innocent smile when a fan asked for a photo.

However, his eyes darkened and widened as his fingers hit something wet this time.

He instinctively curled his fingers, causing y/n to grip the sides of her chair firmly in an attempt to stay still as her thighs shook under his touch.

Tom closed his eyes, claiming it was him blinking When the fan took the photo.

He removed his hand slyly, needing to compose himself for the photo.

Once the fan left, he glanced over at y/n, a faint smirk showing more in the glimmer in his eyes than on his lips as he whispered a warning , “y/n”

She looked away in annoyance and slid another paper to him.

Tom laughed and signaled for Harry to let the next fan approach.

“You alright love?” Tom chirped as he rounded the corner.

Y/n had stepped away from the table several minutes prior so once the last fan left, Tom sought her out.

She ignored him as she shifted her thighs, rubbing them together to relieve the tension between her hips.

Tom smirked, walking over and grabbing a hold of her hips firmly, “what is it you’re doing Hmm?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “as I said early, I’m able to take care of myself”.

Tom shook his head, pushing her backwards until her back was supported by the wall, “still so horny? Even after I fucked you so well earlier?”

Y/n moaned as his warm breath hit her ear and his erotic words echoed in her mind, “yes”.

He pressed a firm kiss to her neck, just to the side of the spot he knew she desired, “I said I'd take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?"

She shrugged, making him glare as he tightened his grip on her, one hand dropping to squeeze her ass as it pressed against the wall.

“Hmm, well maybe I’ll just have to show you I’m a man of my word then” he whispered, moving his mouth to her sweet spot.

Y/n moaned, gripping him desperately, “We're really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?"

Tom laughed, “you’re the one who can’t seem to wait love”.

She took a shaky breath, “I can too”.

He shook his head at her stubbornness, “the grip you have on my shirt, and the placement of your other hands says differently darling”.

Y/n glanced down and blushed as she registered her hand roamed down to press against the bulge in his pants.

Tom licked her neck slowly, “don’t be embarrassed love, it’s hot how needy you are for me”.

Y/n fought to compose herself, not willing to be so submissive immediately.

She leaned back against the wall, making his lips separate from her neck, much to her disappointment but she knew it was needed.

“I’m not needy” she remarked, crossing her arms to increase the distance and allow herself to be more believable when the tempting contact broke.

Tom raised an eyebrow at her, “please, darling, you were basically begging”.

Y/n glared weakly, “I don’t beg”.

He smirked at the challenge, “wanna bet?”

She smirked back and nodded, “Loser pays for the date tomorrow”.

Tom agreed despite knowing he was going to pay regardless, especially since he’d suggested the date to begin with.

“Who is the one begging?” Y/n teased as Tom’s eyes roamed her exposed body, lust taking over his normally kind eyes.

“I never said I was too blind to appreciate your gorgeous body, my love” he argued, stepping back from the couch as he lowered his pants.

She shook her head, “what’s your plan then hmm?”

Tom rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips, licking them quickly, “I don’t need a plan. You’ll be begging soon, love”.

Y/n laughed but nodded, waving her hand over her body tauntingly.

He bit his lip as he undid his tie, getting an idea as he watched the way her hands went down to her core.

Tom tsked and grabbed her hand just as the tip of her fingers touched her outer lips, “no. There will be no touching. That’s cheating love”.

Y/n groaned, tugging her arm from his grip with an grin, “good luck stopping me”.

He smirked as his idea echoed in his mind, his hands lowering the tie from his neck, eyes flickering between the tie and her hands.

She seemed to catch on at that moment, eyes widening.

Tom smirked, but let his eyes soften as he looked for her consent when he grabbed her wrist.

She smiled at him and shrugged, “not going to help get me to beg, but sure”.

He scoffed and shook his head.

It wasn’t the end of his plans with her, but he suspected it would help more than she thought.

If nothing else, it would keep her hands off him which would help him not cave in to her touch before she began to beg for him.

He needed her, but he desperately needed her to beg him the way he had begged her earlier.

“Hands behind your back." Tom ordered, unbuttoning and pulling his shirt off as he waited to her to turn around.

She nodded and stood up, intentionally taking her time as she dropped her hands behind herself.

She made sure to let her hands smack against her ass as she waited to him to tie her hands.

Tom gritted his teeth as his eyes locked on the bounce of her butt under her soft hands.

Composing himself, he assertively gripped her wrists with one hand.

He watched as she squirmed slightly, her thighs rubbing, as he tightened his necktie around her wrists; pleased at how soon it had started to work.

“Now, I have work to finish” he told her, walking to his desk.

He tossed the garment bag off into the corner before settling into his seat, grinning at her across his desk.

She glared at him, “really? You’re not going to even touch me?”.

Tom smirked and shrugged, “how bad do you want me to?”

She scoffed at his pleased expression as she contemplated her situation.

“You know, you can touch me without it meaning you lost the bet” she told him.

He nodded, pretending to consider her idea.

She pouted over at him, walking over and sitting on the edge of his desk.

Tom gulped as his eyes noticed the way her bare ass was pressed against the desk, the corner making an indent in her skin the way he wanted his hands to.

Utilizing his turn on, she pressed her butt against his desk harder as she told him, “you can grab my ass Tom, you can even spank it if you want”.

Tom groaned as he saw her notice the way his cock visibly twitched.

He shook his head, ignoring her comment as best as he could as he pushed down his underwear to relieve the force compressing his erection down.

She wanted to cave as his enlarged dick flung up to his stomach, so she did the last thing she could think of in her current predicament.

“Kolby would do it” she whispered, not looking at Tom.

He instantly stood from his seat, grabbing her bound arm and pulling her up.

“What?” He asked firmly, staring at her.

“Bet or no bet, Kolby would smack my ass” she pushed.

Tom immediately gave in and brought his hand back before slamming it hard against her butt.

Y/n gasped at the contact, Tom watching as her eyes widened before being coated in a look of pleasure.

He shook his head, spanking her again, “don’t say his name again”.

Y/n nodded but when Tom sighed in relief, she added, “I’ll try… Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you."

Tom glared at her, one hand smacking her ass again while the other gripped her inner thigh.

She arched her back as she moaned, her hands twisting in the restraints.

“I don’t want to hear his name” he replied, and while he was hiding it well, she could sense some sincere jealousy there, not just the teasing way she meant it.

“Tom,” she said, lowering her tone to a soft sound, “you don’t need to be jealous of him. Or anyone”.

Tom nodded, his hand squeezing her ass and pulling her closer.

Noticing some apprehension in his attempt to fully believe her, she bent her head to rest on his shoulder, ”I don't want anyone else. It’s you I’m in love with. Besides, no one else can make me feel like you do."

Tom grinned to himself, his grip on her ass cheek tightening as he tried to get her closer to him.

She groaned as his erected penis pressed against the outside of her outer lips in the process.

He smirked despite the growing desire in himself that risked him caving to her unspoken demand.

“Beg for it." He ordered, his thumb rubbing her mound before lowering his hand to his cock to pump it.

She took a shaky breath but remained bratty, “And if I don’t?”

Tom sighed and sat down again, “then, It's my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off."

She furrowed her eyebrows at him in annoyance but took a seat on his thigh, her legs on each side as her privates rested on the muscles of his thigh.

He leaned back and watched her silently, keeping his face stoic.

Y/n scoffed and began rocking herself on him, Tom feeling her warm up against him.

He stretched, reaching his hands behind her to keep her from falling off as she increased her speed as he let out a seductive moan to entice her.

Tom’s stoic expression shifted to a taunting smirk as she moaned, her eyes closed, as she aggressively rode his thigh.

As he felt her arousal drip onto his thigh, he placed a hungry kiss to her collar bone while her head arched back.

“Fi-fine” she whimpered, tugging her restraints and whining as she tried desperately to increase the pressure on her core with his thigh.

“What’s that?” He asked, biting his inner lip to keep from touching himself or scooping up her juices.

“Fuck-“ she groaned, slamming her head forward onto his chest as his hand slipped to her and slapped her mound.

“Okay. I give in” she cried, “please give me more”.

Tom smirked, holding her head up as he looked into her pleading eyes, “I’m not sure I understand”.

She whimpered, shaking her head, “please Tommy. I can be good, I swear. I can be so good”.

Tom nodded, his head lowering to her neck as she leaned into him, “who would I be to deny you my love? But I just need to know what it is you need.”

She pushed her shoulder against him, Tom responding by helping her sit upright on his leg with her head up.

“Please! Give it to me!" She begged, the desperation clear in her voice and eyes by now.

Tom grinned in relief that he didn’t have to resist anymore.

He nodded sweetly, stroking her cheek and letting that hand trace her skin as he lowered it to her waist.

“Of course my sweet girl” he encouraged, pleased with the shock and intense pleasure that rushed over her as his first three fingers pushed into her without warning.

She gasped as he curled his fingers and moved around inside her, “oh god, yes”

He moaned, jerking himself as she clenched on his hand, “let yourself go beautiful”.

She nods once weakly before throwing her head back as she screams, Tom’s fingers firmly pressing onto her g spot.

Tom groans in discomfort as he tries to increase his own pleasure with his spare hand as he guides her through her high.

She rocks her hips against his hand, prompting him to improve the tempo and pressure of his fingers.

“Holy fu-“ she shouts, digging her nails into her own hands due to the tie, “god damn Tom”.

He removes his hand from himself as he feels her walls loosen, not wanting to finish yet.

Tom smiles proudly as she cums over his fingers, not stopping the tapping of her g spot.

She moans throughout the rest of her orgasm, leaning back as she stops cumming on him.

He quickly braces her back to keep her from stumbling backwards, “that’s it love”.

She glances down at him, lifting her legs off of him.

Y/n looks down shyly as she sees the mess she made of his fingers and thigh.

Tom winked, “you cum so beautifully my dear”

She blushed and moved towards his chest, using her thighs to push his apart.

“Words” Tom ordered, seeing the glint in her eye.

She chokes out a whine, “Tom, please, I need you”.

Tom bites his lip, his hands securing her hips as she stood before him.

Knowing he demanded more, she dropped to her knees, looking up at him.

And fuck, Tom thought that position, would be the death of him.

And a blissful death it would be.

The way her messy hair stuck to her flushed face, her hands tied behind her back with his necktie, kneeling before him, eyes begging with him, as she lowered her mouth to his crotch.

Tom threw his head back as her lips gripped his dick in desperation, her moaning vibrating against him.

It took himself several seconds into the blowjob and a near orgasm before he snapped back to his goal.

As she licked his member teasingly, he gripped her hair, pulling her back.

She groaned as she looked up at him, “I told you I could be good”.

Tom moaned, free hand pushing on his dick at her words.

“Not right now. As much as I love you letting me fuck your mouth “ he confessed, tugging her hair, “you mouth needs to be doing something else”.

She chuckled softly at his rambling prior to his order but nodded.

She lifted her thighs off her shins and pushed herself back to a standing position.

Y/n glanced down at Tom and whimpered, her eyes locking on his cock.

“How can I help you y/n/n?” Tom inquiried, dragging his hand down her shoulder.

She shivered under his touch, “please, I need you Tom. Just please help me, I’m begging, I can’t get myself off, I need you. Tom, please, please, please”.

“I told you, you would eventually start begging." He smirked, mockingly stroking her face with one hand, squeezing her ass with the other.

She arched her back slightly and moaned, “I know. You win, okay. Fuck-… Tom you win, just…”

Y/n gasped as Tom smacked her ass and pulled her hair while his eyes scanned her body.

“Please Tom, just fuck me already. I need you “ she sobbed, “I need your dick, I need you in me, please”.

He smirked and removed his hand from her tangled hair, dropping it next to his other one as he firmly cupped her ass, “god I love it when you moan my name”.

Y/n moaned as he gripped her cheeks tightly, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her butt, “Tom, please”.

Tom grinned and used the grip on her ass to pull her to him, firmly guiding her until her core was against his dick.

She gasped as his warm penis touched her.

Y/n glanced up at him with thankful eyes before she gently shook her arms.

Understanding her wish and also personally desiring her hands to be free, he whispered, “Be good for me and I’ll untie you”.

She nodded, “I - I will be good”.

Tom moved his hands to her wrists, grabbing the ends of the necktie restraining her, “promise? How good will you be for me?”

She whimpered, batting her eyes at him, “so good, Sir. Fuck, I’ll be so good”.

Tom moaned at the nickname, his fingers rapidly undoing the tie on her wrists.

Y/n sighed and tangled her hands in his hair, her lips pressing kisses all over his face.

He hummed, leaning his head back as he let her hands rover all of his skin, relishing in her touch.

“Sir, I want more, please, give me more!" She pleaded, her hands pumping his cock as precum dripped from it.

Tom’s heavy eyes met hers, “show me what you want, and beg for it, like you promised”.

Y/n nodded immediately, her hand squeezing his dick, “I need this, your enormous cock Sir, I need it in me. I need you railing me, please”.

His eyes flashed open, one hand tugging her hair and the other back on her ass again, “fuck y/n… no more sir, I need you to beg me. Not your boss. Me. Tom”.

She stepped back and pushed his legs together, straddling his waist within seconds.

“As you wish, after all, can’t disappoint the best I’ve ever had” she winked, playing into his praise kink.

Tom moaned, resecurring his grip on her and tightening his hold.

“Tom, handsome, I need you” she exclaimed, rocking her hips closer to him, “so so so badly”.

Tom nodded and groaned as he leaned against his desk chair.

“Please Tom, help me out, I need you, I can’t handle this anymore, I’d do anything “ she whimpered.

He immediately caved, hand leaving her hair to grab his girth and line it up to her.

“Me or you?” He asked her, giving in.

She grinned and sighed in relief, “I don’t care right now”

Before he could decide, she tore his hand away from himself and replaced it with her own as she aggressively pushed his dick into her opening.

They both moaned scandalously as their hands trailed each other and lips roamed the other’s body.

Y/n rode him as Tom audibly sucked on her neck, “you’re so good for me y/n”.

She hummed, making cursive letters with her hips as she lowered herself onto him further.

Tom cursed and aggressively slapped her ass as he bit her neck.

“Oh fu-“ she gasped, tugging his hair, “motherfucking hell Tom. Do that again”.

Tom smirked and repeated his actions and let out a hellaciously loud moan as she spelled his name in cursive with her hips as he kept spanking her butt.

Just as he noticed what she was spelling with her movements, he felt himself let go and finish inside of her without notice.

“Fuck, I’m s-“ Tom mumbled, leaning up and his breath hitching as his cock trembled against her walls.

She held one hand over his mouth, the other pushing him back down in his chair, riding him as he went through his high.

Tom was acutely aware of the insanely erotic sounds he was making, but kept squeezing her ass in his hands as if his life depended on it.

When he was done, his hands held onto her waist to keep himself inside her, “my turn”.

She gasped as Tom lifted them both up, her legs wrapping around him as she felt herself clench around him as he walked with his dick inside her.

“Tom” she moaned as he approached the table, them unknowingly having moved away during their erotic activities.

“Let me hear you love, no one else is here” he cooed, stroking her hair as he reached the desk.

“I don’t even care anymore, they can hear” she gushed, “I can’t help myself, you’ve ruined me Tom. I need you, please, I can feel another one”.

Tom chuckled, “oh I know. Don’t worry love, you’ll cum again”.

She whimpered at his words but moaned loudly as he slammed her back onto his desktop, his lips traveling her chest instantly.

“G-“ she gasped, scratching his bare back as he hovered over her, his dick still inside her.

“Gah, fuck Tom, no” she cried as he started to remove himself from her.

He smirked as he kept bringing his hips back for a few seconds before suddenly throwing his hips forward, making her scream his name.

“You like it when I fuck you on my desk Hmm?” He asked, grinning as she nodded wordlessly as she gasped for air.

“You just love it when I pound you like this don’t you y/n?” Tom teased, lowering his lips down to kiss her breasts as he thrusted his hips into her again.

“Fuck yes” she screamed, “please Tom, please don’t stop”

“Shit love, Your thighs are shaking so much” Tom commented, rubbing them delicately, “just let go baby”.

She whimpered, tugging on his hair, “I need your lips, kiss me please”.

He nodded within seconds, but backed his hips up, pulling himself out making her frown.

He laughed and smirked, leaning his lips down until they were mere millimeters from touching hers.

Tom thrusted his hips forward with as much force as he was sure she could handle, his mouth connecting with hers as he absorbed her loud moaning.

Tom groaned as he felt her warm cum engulf his dick in the already tight space he was working with down there.

As she continued to cum, her walls stretched, allowing more room for both him and the ongoing cum.

She kept moaning in his mouth as he sucked on her nipple, using his other hand to flick the other nipple.

When he felt her cum stop but walls remain flexed and wider, he pressed a kiss to her sternum before ramming her again.

“Tom!” She screamed, her eyes glazing over as she moaned loudly, “fuck, yes, oh my god. Again Tom! Please! Again!”

Gripping her hips to keep her in place so her movements wouldn’t mute any sensations, he removed himself from her.

He sunk his fingers into her core, grinning at her as he removed them and sucked her cum from his fingers, “I need some room”.

She moaned at his teasing and closed her eyes in pleasure as Tom delicately used his fingers to clean her out.

Once he felt confident he got most of it out without causing a significant amount more to release, he licked his fingers clean, moaning before lining himself up.

“That’s it, that’s my girl” he praised as she reached down and pulled his cock into alignment with her entrance in desperation.

Tom held her hips firmly again as he brought his ass backwards and arched up to the ceiling.

She whimpered as she watched his length quickly slide through the air and crash into her, feeling his length fill her as she screamed into his shoulder.

Tom smirked as he felt her cum even more this time, so much so he could feel his cock sliding out of her from the slippery fluids pushing against him.

“So good for me, look at how much you came” he cheered, squeezing her ass as he praisingly gazed at her dripping cunt.

She threw her head back against the wooden desk as she took a shaky breath, a pleased smile on her lips.

Tom kindly stroked her face, brushing the hair off her skin and placing sweet kisses in their place.

He gave her a passionate but gentle kiss to her lips, “y/n my love, you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?"

She took a deep breath and nodded, fingertips dancing over his jaw.

“I’ve got you love, don’t hold back” he said, dropping to his knees before his desk.

“Tom?” She asked faintly, in a bit of a blissful daze from her last orgasm.

He softly tugged her legs towards him, sliding her until her butt on the edge of the desk, “I’ll do the work, you just relax”.

She mumbled an agreement and relaxed her muscles as he rose himself up until his mouth was at her entrance.

“You taste so fucking good love” Tom commented seconds before his tongue licked her outer lips.

“Mmmm Tom “ she whispered, pushing her hips and butt closer to him.

“Settle dear, I’ll take care of you. I promise” he encouraged.

He leaned back into a different angle, using the empty chair area of the the desk to position himself just below her cunt.

Tom took a moment to memorize every detail of this intimate part of her.

Then, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as a courteous warning before he dove back in.

He swore he came again as he used his tongue to drag the cum out of her sensitive center and swallowed her.

Tom moved his mouth to her clitoris and pressed a soft kiss first, watching as she trembled under his delicate touch.

“Doing okay love?” He checked in, knowing he’d already given her several orgasms tonight.

“Great” she murmured, squeezing his hand that was still holding hers, “your lips feel so good”.

Tom smirked and pressed his mouth back to her clit, this time swirling his tongue around it and watched as she twitched over and over.

He sunk a finger into her vagina, curling it as he instantly found her g spot as if he knew every inch of her already.

Tom removed his tongue and began to suck on her clitoris needily as he tickled her g spot before pushing his knuckle against it.

As y/n screamed, her throat burning from the intensity of the force she was using, Tom moved his mouth to her opening and pulled out his finger.

Tom shouted her name loudly as he lapped up the cum dripping from her onto his mouth below her hips.

“Sorry” Tom panicked, pulling his hand back from her as she flinched.

She laughed faintly and shook her head, “I’m okay Tom, just a bit sensitive”.

He nodded, slowly lowering the wet towel back to her legs.

“I promise, you did good Tom. So good” she assured him, squeezing his arm.

Tom blushed and glanced up at her with a shy smile, “I didn’t go too hard?”

She shook her head, “I would tell you. You know, you don’t need to do the aftercare thing Tom, you’ve done more than enough for me tonight”.

He chuckled, leaning down to place a soft kiss to her forehead, “shh, I’m always going to take care of you and clean up my mess, love. It should only take a few seconds”.

She smiled as she watched him focus on cautiously cleaning their fluids from her body, seeing him double check each location to make sure he didn’t miss any.

“I suppose we don’t need to wait for the standard protocol of the third date to initiate sex now huh?” Y/n teased, her head resting against Tom’s chest as he held her to him as he laid on the couch.

Tom chuckled, kissing her cheek, “I hadn’t planned on it happening this way, but I’m not sure I can hide my physical desires for you after today”.

Y/n rubbed her head against his chest as she got more comfortable under the blanket he had draped over them, “that’s not quite what I asked”.

Tom laughed, tickling her sides, “I won’t tell you sleep with me before our third date, but I’d appreciate it”.

Y/n busted out laughing as she snuggled into his embrace, “god I love you”.

“I love you too y/n, I’m more than pleased we got more personal” he winked, stroking her hair to encourage her to sleep.

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tom-holland-parker · 2 years

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Gray Blazer

Summary: It was an honest mistake forgetting your jacket but when your CEO boss offers you his blazer you end up with a date

Pairing: CEO!Tom x reader

Warning: none just fluff

Word Count: 868

Note: terrible description we all know i suck at them just read and enjoy I guess

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Everyone knew that your boss had expensive taste. He liked to look good no matter the cost, it wasn’t like he didn’t have the money to spare.

You on the other hand were completely different. It wasn’t that you couldn’t afford nice things, your boss paid you well enough to support a good lifestyle, you just weren’t raised to value materialistic things.

It was a stupid idea to not bring your jacket but the weather was nice in the morning so you figured that you wouldn’t need one come the afternoon. However as the cold air hit your body you began to shiver, regretting the fact that you left your sweater at home.

“You’re cold” You glanced at your boss, sitting next to you at the lunch table, there were still a few minutes left before the others arrived to the restaurant for the meeting that was supposed to take place

“Just a little, I’ll be fine” You said, not looking up from the file in front of you.

Tom shook his head, “I told you to bring a jacket.” You ignored him, focusing on making sure the meeting went as smoothly as possible. If anything went south you knew Tom would be grumpier than usual. He rolled his eyes as he fumbled to pull off his blazer, “Here”

You glanced his way, shaking your head at the gray blazer being offered to you, “I’m fin-”

“Just take the jacket” Tom grumbled, “Please I don’t want you to be cold”

Your face heated, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you took the jacket and put it on. It was oversized and with every breath you took you were faced with the rich scent of his cologne. You tried your best to hide your delight as you turned to greet the rest of the members in the meeting that were walking to the table. Tom smirked as he straightened his shirt, standing up to greet everyone

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The meeting went fast thanks to how well you organized everything. As you stepped into the office most of the eyes were on you, staring as you walked to your desk. “You did a good job today” Tom smiled, handing you the files before walking into his office.

It took all about 3 minutes before someone was walking to your desk, this eyes begging for gossip, “I didn’t know you and the boss were that close, no wonder you're his favorite assistant”

Melanie from Accounting was probably the biggest gossip in the office, she knew everything about everyone and never shied away from prying into people’s personal life. She’d been after you job for months, being the CEO’s assistant meant that you knew everything that was happening or going to happen before anything else.

“Melanie, what are you talking about?” You rolled your eyes as you began to organize your desk, “I have work to do”

“Well it’s not everyday that Tom Holland walks through the elevator with a smile on his face and his designer blazer wrapped around someone else” Melanie smiled, “I would only assume that you and him were dating”

You looked down at the blazer you were still wearing. You had honestly forgotten you were still wearing it, but Tom didn’t complain so you didn’t see it as a problem. “I forgot my jacket and the restaurant was cold, he was just being friendly, Melanie now please get back to work”

Melanie pursed her lips, clearly not believing you, “Well fine but when a man lets you borrow his thousand dollar blazer, it doesn’t seem just friendly”

You rolled your eyes as she walked away but curiosity got the best of you. This wasn’t really an expensive blazer, was it?

A quick google search told you everything you needed to know. The blazer in your possession was exactly $1384. You shivered at the price, hating the thought of something so expensive being in your possession, you definitely couldn’t afford to replace it if you messed it up.

Quickly you ran to Tom’s office with the blazer in hand, “here you go thank you for letting me borrow it”

Tom’s stared at you in confusion, “keep it”

Your eyes widened, “absolutely not it’s too expensive I can’t pay you back for it”

He smiled, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair, “well then that means it’s time for a raise”

You suppressed a chuckle, “I'm not joking please just take it back”

“I gotta say, I do like the sight of you in my clothes”

There it was again, those butterflies flying around your stomach, “What’s it going to take for you to take it back”

Tom sat up, looking at you with a playful grin, “how about you go to dinner with me, Saturday”

You sighed knowing that he would be stubborn and easily charm his way into getting a yes, “fine but I'm only saying yes so you can take the blazer back”

Tom smirked, “yeah we’re totally not gonna fall in love and live happily ever after”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to walk out the room a large smile plastered on your face, “eight o'clock don’t be late”

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sluttywonwoo · 4 months

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instead of you [part thirty-six] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

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

warnings: swearing, alcohol

word count: 3k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

“Nice hat.”

You gave Minho a sideways look. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

You tipped the brim at him, grinning. “Thank you. Jisung picked it out.”

“He has good taste.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to the double entendre so you didn’t, choosing instead to direct your attention forward, where your fake boyfriend was teeing up.

Back at school, Jisung had gone off to play golf with a few of your mutual friends once or twice, but it was an expensive hobby, and as broke college students, they couldn’t exactly make a habit out of it. For a little while, Jisung worked as an assistant chef at a nearby country club for a couple of months which allowed him free access to their course in his off time, but juggling the job and his studies quickly became too much to handle and he couldn’t even keep up with his responsibilities, let alone have any free time to take advantage of the course.

Considering how long it had been since he last played, you weren’t expecting much from Jisung’s first swing, but when he stuck the golf ball with his club, it actually went relatively far. Of course, you didn’t have much knowledge of the sport to go off of when it came to gauging how well he was actually doing, but from the looks on his brothers’ faces, you assumed he’d done pretty well.

“Good job!” you cheered, running up to your best friend and kissing him on the cheek. “That was good right?”

He caught you with an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Thanks, baby. It wasn’t bad, but it could have been better.”

“Whatever, you’re just being humble.”

“He’s not,” Felix piped up from behind the two of you. “Let me show you how a real golfer plays.”

You rolled your eyes in unison with Jisung but stepped back to let Felix tee up anyway, both watching as he took a couple of practice swings.

“How much do you want to bet he comes in last?” Jisung muttered in your ear.

“I’m not willing to go bankrupt over this, sorry.”

Jisung snorted and tried to muffle his laugh in your shoulder but it was still loud enough for his twin to hear.

“Oi! I don’t want to hear it when you’re up thirty points over me.”

“Yeah, we’ll see, Lix,” Jisung scoffed. “Just swing already! We don’t have all day, mate.”

Felix shot his brother a look but did as he was told. He rolled his shoulders and focused in on the ball, huffing out a breath and drawing the club back over his shoulder. He put more power into his swing than Jisung had but hit the ball with the edge of the clubhead instead of the center which sent it flying a little off to the left. From what you could see, the ball still landed on the pitch. It hadn’t gone into the trees or the lake, it was just in a trickier spot to clear.

“What was that you were saying about points?” Jisung asked smugly.

Felix groaned and turned back around to argue with him as Minho came up and took his place at the starting point.

“It’s going to be a long day, isn’t it?” you muttered to Minho.

He gave you a tight half-smile and shrugged. “You have no idea.”

It had only been an hour since the boys started and you didn’t think you’d ever heard so many insults and curse words thrown around in such a short amount of time, which was saying something.

Jisung, Felix, and Minho were all neck and neck with each other, with Dom far ahead of all three of them.

The course itself was beautiful. It was just across the street from the resort you were staying at, right on the edge of the water. You were able to see the ocean from the tops of the faux hills on the green, sparkling with the reflection of the sun. The waves were dotted with little boats and surfers all enjoying the good weather and making the most out of the afternoon.

You would have been content to spend all day there if it wasn’t so hot and you weren’t forced to stand around listening to your best friend argue with his brothers.

“How many more holes are there?” you asked Nikki, leaning over and whispering quietly so that the others wouldn’t hear you.

“Too many.”

“Kill me now.”

“Why don’t we get ourselves a drink when the cart girl comes around? It’ll make the time go faster.”

You grinned. “I like the way you think.”

You weren’t a stranger to day drinking, not by a long shot, but you didn’t want to get too sloppy while the sun was still up. You had long since given up on the little pact you’d made with yourself not to drink for the remainder of the trip— not that you’d ever really followed it in the first place. Nikki got herself a High Noon when the aforementioned cart girl came by, so you did the same, insisting on covering the tab for both of you.

“Please?” you practically begged. “It’s literally the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me.”

She seemed to think about it for a minute. “Fine. I’ll let you do it this one time. But don’t get used to it.”

You did a little dance in celebration and handed over some cash to the cart girl after she popped the tabs on both of your cans.

“Want anything?” you called to the boys. “It’s on me!”

Felix was the only one to take you up on the offer, both Minho and Jisung making a fuss about not spending your money on them. Where was this attitude back at school? you asked yourself, scoffing at Jisung’s refusal.

“I’m in the lead, I can’t afford to lower my inhibitions now!” Dom said. “But when I win, I’ll treat you to a pint, even though you’re canoodling with one of my opponents.”

“I’m starting to think you guys have something against me,” you accused the two non-participants as you handed Felix his beer. “What, do you think I’m broke?”

“We’re just gentlemen,” Minho said pointedly, shooting Felix a look.

“You are broke,” Jisung muttered.

“Watch it,” you shot, waving your drink at him. “You’re not getting a sip now.”

“Babe, I didn’t want a sip to begin with.”

“Okay, well even if you change your mind you can’t have one.”

He laughed and shook his head at the ground, walking back over to the teeing-off point with his hands on his hips.

Nikki was right, the afternoon did indeed pass a lot quicker with drinks in your hands. They kept you cool in the heat of the sun and the alcohol made the hours blend into each other.

In the latter half of the game, you started to pay more attention. You had finally begun to pick up what was good and what was bad from everyone else’s reactions to the shots and could actually tell for yourself.

“Baby, can you switch this out for the driver?” Jisung asked, holding his current club out to you.

“Which one is that?”

“The big one.”

You selected the club he described and passed it to him, taking the one he’d just used to put back in the golf bag. He kissed you when you met him in the middle to swap the two, smiling against you when he noticed Minho looking on.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” he whispered in your ear. “It’s too fun to fuck with him.”

Confused, you turned around to see what he was talking about only to see Minho standing a few feet away with his tongue in his cheek.

“Thanks, baby,” Jisung said, putting his hand on the small of your back to remind you of what you were doing. “You make a cute caddy.”

Minho mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch but you figured that was probably for the best.

After golf, you hung out with Jisung’s family at the pool for a few hours before heading back up to the rooms to get ready for dinner.

“Do we need to dress nice?” you asked.

Jisung peeked out from the bathroom to answer you, shaking his wet hair dry with a towel.

“Uh, not like nice, nice but nicer than just jeans.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

You turned back to your open suitcase and rifled through it in search of something that fit the dress code.

“By the way, where did you go last night?”

“With Minho?”

“Yeah, you were gone for like hours. I fell asleep and then woke up randomly and you still weren’t back.”

“Minho took me to some beach.”

“Did you have sex with him?”

You looked up. “Yeah. Why?”

Jisung shrugged. “Just wondering.”

You could tell he wanted to say more but you didn’t push. If you did, you’d only be hurting your own feelings. He had told you that himself. Jisung had been very clear that he wasn’t ready to talk about the Minho thing with you so all you could do was be honest and answer the questions that he asked, even if it was awkward and uncomfortable.

You were so used to guilt by now that you almost didn’t notice the fresh wave that washed over you. You knew it was wrong to still sleep with Minho after everything— hell, you knew it was wrong before everything, but neither of those facts stopped you from doing it.

You realized Jisung was still looking at you so you shook it off and picked up a random sundress from your luggage.

“How’s this for tonight?”

“Looks good to me.”

An hour later, you and the rest of the Hans were seated around a table in a dimly lit restaurant. The sundress had been the right choice. The place was right on the water and open to the outdoor air so all of the other patrons were dressed pretty similarly.

Jisung ordered for you after you looked over the menu together like always. Your hands rested on the table, fingers entwined for his family to see. You had been doing this for so long now that it was almost second nature to you. You had fallen into the routine a long time ago but you didn’t even have to think about it anymore. You probably wouldn’t even be giving the action a second thought had it not been for Minho staring at your hands from across the table.

It looked like he was zoning out, like he wasn’t actually glaring at you holding hands with his brother but you couldn’t be sure. You kicked him gently in the shin to get his attention. He jolted and locked eyes with you immediately, erasing any trace of subtly.

“You okay there, son?” Dom asked, patting Minho on the back.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m fine. Just got a chill.”

Thankfully, everyone seemed to move past it and the conversation resumed. Dinner was otherwise uneventful. The boys recounted the golf game and Dom’s landslide win, while you just listened and nodded along when it felt right. It was a relief not to have to add anything to the discussion. You didn’t have the energy to.

Dom stayed true to his word from earlier and bought everyone a round from the bar at the restaurant. You weren’t a big beer drinker but you didn’t want to be rude so you suffered through the whole pint, ignoring Jisung’s worried glances from the side.

“You know I could have finished that for you,” he muttered.

“I don’t want to look like a pussy in front of your dad,” you hissed back. “He bought it for us. And I didn’t want to be left out.”

Your best friend scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll do anything to prove a point, won’t you?”

“You know me.”

Minho pulled you aside after dinner, once you were back at the resort.

“Think you can ditch your ‘boyfriend’?” he whispered as you both fell back a couple of steps.

You stopped. “What, why?”

“I just want a moment alone with you.”

“A moment or several moments?” you challenged.

He smirked. “I’ll take whatever I can get.”

“I can’t keep blowing Jisung off,” you sighed, “and neither can you.’

“You know he doesn’t want anything to do with me right now.”

“That doesn’t mean you should stop trying!”

“Look, can we not do this right now? When they’re literally right there?”

“You’re the one who pulled me aside right in front of them.”

You watched his jaw clench in frustration but he didn’t say anything else because he knew you were right.

“Can you ditch him or not?”

You sighed again and looked back to Jisung. He was in what looked to be a heated debate with Felix. You didn’t need to hear it to know it was over something stupid.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thought you’d never escape.”

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

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

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

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

“What do you mean?”

“I’m taking you on a date, silly.”

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

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

“I like being prepared,” you argued.

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

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

You turned to him in confusion. “Minho?”

“Y/n?” he parroted.

“Where are we?”

“We’re on our date.”

“Yes, but where?”

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

“Really?”

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

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

“Too distracted by your hot date?”

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

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

“That’s… really thoughtful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want another one,” Minho murmured, leaning in again.

“Nope, that’s all you get for now,” you teased, even though you did very much want to kiss him again.

His lips parted in surprise. “Wha- why?”

“Because I only promised you one! I can’t just go giving my kisses away, can I?”

“Sure you can,” he argued.

“That would lessen their value. I can’t wager them to get what I want if they’re not worth anything.”

“Your kisses are very valuable to me,” Minho insisted.

“Because I’m sparing with them.”

Minho inched even closer to your face, eyes trained on your mouth. “So I can earn them,” you started to nod, “if I’m a good boy?”

You almost choked on nothing, swallowing a moan. Minho watched your reaction with a self-satisfied smile and then settled back in his seat, turning his attention to the giant projector screen at the front of the parking lot.

“We’ll see,” you muttered hoarsely.

He hummed, still looking forward. “I’ll be good then.”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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Who'd You Rather

tom holland x reader

summary: if there's one thing Ellen is known for, it's exposing secret relationships

a/n: this was written so quickly and not proof-read. also, i picked Ellen because if anyone would do this, it would be her lol

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July 2019

"So Y/N, are you currently dating anyone?" asks Ellen, taking a sip from her mug.

You shake your head.

"Not currently, no."

Ellen nods.

"Well, please don't worry anymore. We're going to help you find someone in a little game we like to call Who'd You Rather?"

"Oh God," you laugh, twisting slightly in your seat to glare at your manager for agreeing to this who laughed and poked her tongue out at you.

"So all you need to do is look at the photos I show you and pick between these two options, alright?"

"Okay, if you insist." you roll your eyes, facing the large screen.

"I do. So to start off, Timothee Chalamet or Dylan O'Brien?"

"Oh, wow," you laugh. "Starting off strong. Well, I was an absolute hoe for Maze Runner when it came out so I have to pick Dylan. Plus, I know Timothee better so it would be kinda awkward if I chose him."

The picture of Timothee fades away and is replaced by a new photo.

"Dylan O'Brien or Harry Styles?"

"Harry fucking Styles." you say without hesitation and the audience cheers. Ellen nods.

"Harry Styles or Florence Pugh?"

You bury your head in your hands.

"How could you ask me that, Ellen? That's like asking someone to pick between cookie dough and mint chip ice cream! Impossible."

Ellen mimes tapping at her watch and tuts at you.

"Time's ticking, Y/N. Make your choice."

You sigh.

"It's absolutely Florence then. Sorry, Harry."

"Florence pugh or Chris Evans?" Ellen asks.

"Flo."

Ellen's eyes gleam as she quickly reads the next pair of names, rubbing her hands together in a comically evil fashion.

"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?"

You slide down on your chair, laughing and covering your face with your hands.

"Ellen!" you shriek. "I've just come off my second movie co-starring with Tom and he's literally my best friend. You can't ask me this!"

Ellen grins.

"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?" she repeats.

You pout at the camera.

"Flo, I am so sorry. Please still be my friend. I pick Tom."

The crowd roars in approval and you wave a hand at them, laughing.

"Shhhh, guys."

"Tom Holland or Jake Gyllenhaal?" asks Ellen.

"Tom Holland."

"Tom Holland or Hailee Steinfeld?"

"Tom Holland."

"Tom Holland or Niall Horan?"

You hesitate, biting your lip as Tom's frozen grin stares down at you from the photo.

"I…fuck. Tom?" you say, almost as a question.

"So it's Tom?" Ellen grins. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

You nod, sitting up straight and crossing your legs.

"It's Tom."

Ellen stares straight into the camera as an assistant signals an upcoming ad break. She rests one hand on your shoulder as she addresses the audience.

"Tom Holland, you'd better act quickly. Y/N is currently sitting by her phone, waiting for your call. Don't mess this up."

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April 2021

You relax into the plush cushion of the chair on Ellen's set once again. You are paying attention, sort of. You nod and laugh in all the right places, offering stories and jokes when needed but your mind is miles away. Ellen can pick up on this and she shifts in her seat.

"Y/N." she says, holding eye contact. "Can I have your phone please?"

Your eyes widen as you reach into the pocket of your oversized blazer, following her request and placing the unlocked device in Ellen's waiting hand.

"I wonder," she says out loud, "who we can get to answer your call?"

"Oh God," you laugh, covering your face. "If no one picks up I'll be so embarrassed."

"The Watermelon Man?" Ellen questions, reading off of the screen. "Shall we call the Watermelon Man, whoever that is?"

You cover your face, laughing.

"Jesus. If Harry Styles doesn't pick up I think I'll throw myself off a cliff."

The phone rings three times before a voice rings out from a noisy background.

"Y/N! How are you?" laughs Harry. "This is a surprise, I have to admit."

"Harry!" you call out, before he can say anything else. "Ellen's hijacked my phone and started ringing people, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, she has?" Harry asks mischievously. "I'll make sure not to mention anything about our upcoming collaboration then…" he trails off and you can practically hear him winking through the phone as he hangs up.

"That absolute fucker," you laugh, rolling your eyes at his spoiler as Ellen is already scrolling through your contacts list again.

"Oh!" she exclaims, eyes bright. "Y/N, I thought you told us you weren't dating anyone? May I ask who 'My Darling 💖' is?"

You freeze on the spot, mouth drying out as you blink at Ellen, desperately trying to jump start your brain into snatching the phone back. You glance over at your manager who is sat stock still, just as shocked as you are.

The phone rings five times and you breathe a sigh of relief. It's 3AM in London right now, he's not going to pick up.

Just as you've collected your heart off of the floor and smoothed your hair down, ready to make a self deprecating joke about this mystery person not picking up, there's a pause and the a collective gasp from the audience as the phone connects.

"Hello my love, is everything alright?" asks Tom in his groggy, raspy morning voice.

Ellen's jaw hits the floor so quickly you're shocked it doesn't fall off entirely.

tysm for reading! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

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userholland · 1 year

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snowed in hell

you didn't think a weekend with your boss could get worse... actually, it does once you're snowed in with him and away from home. you thought he was the worse, but there is something beneath his cold exterior that's very passionate and romantic and you're curious if you can explore that.

PAIRING: ceo!tom holland x assistant/secretary!reader

GENRE: smut 18+ minors dni!, pwp, enemies to lovers (?), secret crushes, lots and lots of longing and pining, dom!tom + dom!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.2k [the longest one so far lol]

A/N: merry christmas eve/happy holidays! sexy present here lmao. i haven't written smut in a while so apologies in advance but i thought id just throw one in there. honestly may post more on my smut sideblog now that i have a bit more time to write! let me know if this series has been great for you guys :D

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"A weekend away didn't seem like a bad idea"... is what you should be thinking. The winter wonderland that was this beautiful snowfall was all nice and cheery until you're going with your boss for one of his many conferences before the holiday season can start.

Now, Tom Holland wasn't bad looking, but once his egotistical comments spouted out of his mouth, you were able to snap back into reality. Not only could he sound like the most out-of-touch guy, but he flaunted how successful he was on-top of his looks.

So when he invited you－ no, expect you－ to come to this conference, it was a bit of a disappointment when you thought that it would be your one weekend of not doing anything that revolved around him. Now it was all about him... as per usual.

Carefully driving to the five-star hotel, all he did was talk about his own expectations and try to figure out what to say at the big dinner they were holding before tomorrow's conference. All you could do was make mental notes since you were driving and he was checking himself in the mirror in the backseat.

Luckily, you had adjoined rooms so there was some separation between your lives these next two days. While he was working in his room, you hoped to go on the slopes and enjoy breakfast on the nice outside deck while reading a book. Maybe even meet someone like in some cheesy romance movie.

"No, no, we have the charity ball on the 5th. The opening of the library the week after." Tom sighed, "Yes, yes, darling, I'm aware of that, but we can move all those dates... Trust me, I know Mr. Morales isn't with his wife on Tuesdays and Thursdays..." He continued, his left eyebrow arched.

You could roll your eyes, but all you did was take a deep breath.

"Well, I checked in the mirror and I can say that today is gonna be a great day." He smirked.

Oh, God. You needed this thirty remaining minutes to turn into thirty seconds.

"Y/N, slow down a bit. We're in no rush." Tom signaled his hand, looking through the front windshield.

"Yes, sir." You grinned, fixing your posture as you eased your foot off the gas pedal.

♡ ♡ ♡

You're relieved once you're checked into your room, knowing there was one wall between you and Tom. When you lay on your bed, basically hoping into the soft mattress, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

After a few minutes of hearing Tom's muffled voice through the wall, it was silent. You fix your skirt and button up before knocking on the door until Tom said you could come in.

When you step in, you see Tom standing in front of the full-body mirror by the window. As much as you wanted to complain, he did look good in a dark suit. You saw him adjust his sleeves under his jacket, but his tie was crooked.

"Here, I let me fix your tie." You trailed as you walked over.

You leaned into your heels, pulling the tie a bit down before pulling it perfectly where the top button of his shirt was. His brown eyes glossed over as he watched you, admiring how the orange light from the sunset laying against your face.

When you lifted your head, you saw his eyes, but you two could just produce awkward laughs. When you were hired, all your friends envied that you worked for someone as handsome and suave as Tom, and so were you. It was his huge ego that got in the way. Then, there were moments like this where that small crush bloomed back up.

Tom couldn't disagree that there weren't some feelings in the beginning as well. Workplace relationships were frowned upon, and already keeping his father's company afloat, there was no need to try to impress you. He would rather fight off those feelings then see where it goes.

"Thank you, Y/N." He said before clearing his throat.

"Of course, sir." You grinned.

"You don't have to always call me that. It's Tom, darling."

"I know." You quickly said, but you felt heat on your cheeks.

"Well, we need to get down there." He quickly gathered himself before the two of you left your rooms.

When you entered the elevator, it was just the two of you. There wasn't much said but it stopped on the floor below, a few people filed in and you felt Tom place his hand on your lower back as you took a few steps back.

You leaned next to him, placing your hand on his chest. Tom's heart hadn't beat so fast in a while, but in that moment, he thought everyone in the small space could hear it.

"Sorry, sir." You said, pulling your hand back and then tucking your hair behind your ear.

"You don't have to apologize, darling."

Your eyes fixated longer on him before the doors opened, and he walked out with the others.

Quickly, you followed him before he was practically mobbed by his peers, asking all these questions and statements while you stood behind his back. A few times he'd look over his shoulder to make sure you were close, and you would show him a small smile.

Time got away as he loved to talk business before timidly tapped his shoulder and he turned his attention toward you.

"Sir, the conference starts in five minutes."

He chuckled, "Oh, I have to go but nice seeing you guys. Let's catch up this weekend." Tom smiled at the few men.

As the two of you walked away, Tom's smile fell and his hands played with the first button of his suit jacket.

"What happened?" You asked, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"Just because I have the money to finance their plans doesn't mean I can. I'm not..." He trailed, "Well, I'm not some dream maker. Let's put it at that."

"Sorry about that, sir." You cleared your throat.

"Remember what we spoke about?" He asked, turning to you.

"Tom... I meant Tom." You trailed, giving a half-smile.

He actually smiled back, something you rarely saw but the two of you continued to the hall, taking your seats before a long meeting.

♡ ♡ ♡

After an hour and a half, you and Tom went to the bar as per his request. Instead of sitting at the stools, you were sat at a table and you weren't use to spending a dinner with him. When the waiter came by, you were going to order for the two of you until Tom spoke first.

"One glass of scotch neat and a gin and tonic, light on the tonic." He said, impressing you.

"You remembered?" You asked, sounding like an old friend.

"Of course. It's not always your job to do that." He grinned.

Once you got your drinks, you cheers to the night and a successful start to the weekend. You almost wanted to toast to Tom not getting on your last nerve, but a man came by with 'manager' written under his name on his tag.

"Excuse me, but we just wanted to tell you that there is a harsh snowstorm right now. There may be some bad cell service and the roads are completely covered so, I would advise you not to go out tonight if you were planning to leave."

"Thank you for telling us." Tom nodded.

"We can send anything complimentary to your room if needed, Mr. Holland." He reassured him before leaving.

"Wow, so you're not new around here." You joked a bit and wondered if it was okay.

"Yeah, I've come here a few times. With my dad before I took over the business. Anything you need, on me."

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink, and then the rest of the hour was getting to know one another. He got to know you better than when you were first interviewed, but now that he was relaxed, Tom got to know you better than the side he aggressively showed in the office.

He had been meaning to sit down with you for a long time, wondering if there was any chance he would, but he thought about his reputation too much. He knew it could be a mood-killer sometimes, but there was a lot to hold yet being with you right there made him forget all of that.

There was an unspoken tension at the table and neither of you two wanted to address it... but there was still enough time in the weekend.

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That night, you weren't sure how to feel. You wondered if there was actually anything you felt romantically toward Tom. You paced the room a few times and ended up staring into the night sky through your deck.

Once you tried to focus on the silence of the room, you could hear the muffled TV noises coming through the wall that shared your rooms. You took a few deep breaths as you approach the door, talking yourself through this in your head.

You knocked, "May I come in?"

"Yeah!" Tom shouted.

When you entered his room, the beginning of the movie Charade starring Audrey Hepburn was on, oddly fitting with the location you were staying at. Tom walked from the bathroom, his tie loosen and his shoes off. He seemed more relaxed than you did, but he probably wasn't wondering what was coming of this in your mind.

"Hi... I uh, I just heard the TV and thought I would um... I uh, come over." You said, knowing how awkward and childish it sounded.

"Yeah, just an old movie. I was practicing my speech for tomorrow's conference." He said, gently pulling off his cuff links.

You hummed, standing there and your knees suddenly felt weak.

Tom took a second look at you, "Is everything okay?"

Butterflies swarmed inside your stomach, fuzzy feelings exploding and all you could do was slowly walk over to him. He sensed what move you could make, but Tom stood tall and strong, able to easily do it.

"Y/N, look at me." He softly commanded.

Your eyes met, and all you could hear was the TV in the background and the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Just as you took a step closer, he placed his hand on your soft cheek. Soon, your lips met in the middle for a spontaneous kiss that tasted heavenly.

As your tongue pressed against his, practically melting at how soft his was, his firm hands began to unbutton your top before he pulled away from the kiss.

"Is this okay?" He practically whispered.

You hummed, "Yes. Yes, keep going."

Just like that, he contiuned pulling apart the buttons one by one as your noses brushed against one another's and you could barely take the tension.

Once you undid the last button, you let your shirt fall near your feet. Standing there in your silk white bra and skirt, you slowly pushed him toward the bed until he sat down. His eyes trailed your body as you stood only a few feet away and your hands met the back of your skirt.

He watched you slowly peel down the zipper, the fabric pulling from your body before it fell to the ground as well. Tom's mouth gapped a bit, seeing your stockings were attached to a white garter belt and the matching lacey, white panties beneath them.

Tom was loss for words, the dim lights not doing any justice for your body. He leaned up as you walked toward him, and his hands immediately met your hips. He slowly pressed his lips against your lower abdomen, giving you butterlies as he continued to tease.

As you watched him carefully place his wet kisses, your hand met his soft curls and carded through them each time he got lower. He used his teeth to pull at the top of your panties, letting the fabric lightly slap your skin.

"You look like an angel, you know that?" He muttered.

You wanted to nod, but he ran his hand up your inner thigh before meeting your clothed slit. He smirked as he massaged the wet spot on the center of your panties. Your swollen clit ached, trying not to let your knees get weak as you still stood infront of him.

Your hands met his shoulders, and your fingernails lightly grazed his freckled skin. He kept moving his two fingers ever so slowly as he left a small love bite on your hip.

"I bet you want me to fuck you senseless, yes?" He groaned, "Until you can't even say words... just my name."

A small moan left your throat as he switched to his thumb rubbing on your clit. You gulped, wanting him to pull them off already but instead he brought you down to your knees.

"Not before you prove to me you're a good girl who deserves to be fucked so good." Tom nodded, holding his eye contact with you.

At first you wanted to pout, but you also wanted to show him that you were no force to be reckon with either. He thought he had the control and you were going to change that.

"Yes, sir." You trailed, giving a new meaning to the respect addressing he always told you not to use.

After unbuckling his belt, you threw it to the side before unzipping his pants. His cock pressed against his briefs, bigger than you expected. You tossed his pants along with his belt before your hand moved against his hard that stayed below the soft fabric.

Your fingers pulled each side of the band of his briefs, watching his cock spring up and all felt was your face feeling hot. He carefully watched your hand perfectly grip his base, pumping his hard slowly as your tongue ran over his red tip.

"Fucking christ, fuck." He groaned, using his weight to push up on his elbows as he laid back on the bed.

He expected you to be fast, but the slowness of your pace was killing him. Your hand moved up and down, your spit lubricating his base and your mouth wrapped around his tip.

"Don't fucking tease me all night, darling." He lowly growled, his hand moving through your hair to keep it from your face. He wanted to watch every second of his cock in your sweet mouth.

As your hands pushed against both his thighs, you felt his cock grow harder as his tip pressed against the back of your throat. You couldn't see Tom, but heard his moans he was obviously trying to hold back.

"No teeth, darling. Open your mouth wider... fucking. Yeah, fucking feels good." He practically panted.

Before he felt himself on the edge, you pulled away and all he could hear was his own heart beating. He didn't question fast enough, and you were already on your feet before straddling him.

"You had your fun, now you're gonna show me why you deserve to fuck me." You giggled, half-smiling then pressed your lips against his. He liked this side of you.

Tom rolled the two of you over, the cool sheets against your back. He parted your legs as he trailed wet kisses over your bra, down your stomach then over your panties. You tilted your head watching him unclip your stockings from your belt, then pulling your panties to the side.

He propped your left leg over his shoulder before placing a kiss on your clit, so swollen and wet. His tongue perfect stoked below your clit and right above your slit, just the place to make your whole body squirm. Tom continued to flick his tongue right at your sweet spot, holding down your hips as they tried to move.

A trail of quiet moans left your lips, completely in awe of how he took his time. Just as your stomach turned, his two fingers slipped inside you. They curled and moved slowly as his tongue worked your clit.

You could cum right there, letting him watch your whole body wither but you wanted to play the long game too. Your grip moved to his curls, tugging so hard the move you tried to hold back your orgasm.

"Oh... oh, I wanna..." Your voice strained, ending up biting your lip.

Tom smirked before leaving wet kisses up your slit and then further up toward your hips until wrapping his lips around your right nipple.

You leaned up on your elbows, smiling to yourself before he kissed you again, "I wanna be in control now." You whispered.

The two of you switched positions again, straddling him as he leaned his back against the headboard the of bed. You slowly wrapped your arms back around him, pecking faint kisses up his neck before meeting your noses again.

Your one hand guided his tip to your slit, rubbing it against the wet entrance before sinking down on his lap. His low, rough grunt was against your lips, but all you could do was smirk.

"I bet you want me to move now on your cock. I can feel it stretching out my tight hole." You whispered once more.

He didn't think such a dirty sentence could come from those lips.

"God, you feel fucking amazing, you tease." He said, his fingers pushing into your hips.

"I don't want you to cum until I say..." You kissed him, "Think you can do that, sir?" You teased.

Surprisingly, he nodded his head but he was completely putty. You fixed your posture to make your back straight, then start moving your hips. His head falls, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

Tom tried to refrain from moving, bucking his hips a few times. You tried to take control by kissing him and make sure he's distracted, but there was no stopping his wanting to turn the two of you over and have his own control back.

"Don't be shy, tell me if you're gonna cum." You whimpered, also feeling your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.

"God, yes. I'm gonna cum." He grunted between your kiss.

You sped up the pace of your hips, hearing the slapping of your skin fill the room. You gasp and whine, "Don't cum yet."

But, he was so eager.

"Not yet... not yet." You trailed as you felt near your edge. You wanted him to wait until you were right there too.

By this point, he didn't want to move his hips, afraid of letting go since he was holding back. Your nails dug across his back, your clit incredibly swollen and your wetness trailing down your inner thighs.

"Fucking cum now, God!" You announced in a whiny tone.

Tom pushed down your hips, and his cock bottomed out inside you. Your voices were shaky and hoarse by the time you came back down from your highs.

Your head fell against his shoulder, both of your bodies settling as you huffed to catch your breaths. You slowly rolled off of him and lay next to him in his bed. Quickly, he pulled the covers over you two and leaned on his side to look at your tired self.

"Think we can go for round two in say..." He checked his watch, "Ten minutes?" Tom joked.

You smirked, "Make it five and I promise I'll have you screaming louder than me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Not for me, sir."

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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drabble idea: Loki coming in when you’re completely booked & busy & stressed, and placing your coffee order on your desk. Only thing is you don’t remember ever telling him your order 🥹🫠

“Coffee, Black”

Summary: In the midst of the busiest time of the year for work, a little kindness goes a long way, even when coming from unexpected places.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader Content Warning: none, just some fluff Word Count: 1.5k

“Yes, dammit, I said the GOLD napkins! Stark says silver is tacky! No, I don’t know what tacky means! Do I look like Karamo Brown??”

You could barely understand English anymore. Tony Stark had set you on the warpath when his usual head event planner went into early labor and had to extend her maternity leave, leaving you, the underling, suddenly in charge of the Stark annual fundraiser’s gala. For days upon days now, you were rushing to finalize details for the big event, only thirty-six hours away now.

You were normally a decent party planner, at least for small events like parties and showers. This was the Stark Gala. Celebrities would be there. Steve Rogers had made himself nearly sick, practicing for weeks what to say when he met Chris Evans. Rumor was that Tom Holland was planning to propose to Zendaya on the balcony and then announce it to the ballroom. The Stark Gala was THE place to be in the US every year, which meant that every year, Tony had to outdo himself somehow.

And now it’s complete success or failure was contingent on you, whose biggest achievement only your resume was how you’d planned the Greater Scranton Area Dog Show in a week. You couldn’t even get the napkin colors right.

“Well, I’m sure the richest man on the fucking continent could afford a five-hundred-dollar upcharge for the gold ones! I mean, please!”

The person on the other end of the line was beginning to sound like the teacher from Peanuts. Meanwhile, you were vaguely conscious of the hapless assistant Tony gave you as an aid, although he was hardly ‘aiding’ you, so much as asking you how to do even the simplest things, only adding to the chaos swimming around you. His name was Rolf Schmedike, but you’d quickly shortened his name to ‘Schmeds” to save time, even if he did protest, saying it sounded like an STD.

“Um, Y/N?”

“Yeah, Schmeds?”

He rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to do about the coffee bar?”

“No. Damn. Coffee. Bar.” you repeated for the third time that day. “Tony wants full table service throughout the night. He says open bars are classless. No bars. No buffets. No problems, okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” He said dimly before leaving you alone in the office. You growled after him, annoyed.

Back on the phone, the napkin people had put you on hold. You put your phone back on the hook, a loud, metallic, vaguely-annoying big band tune coming over the speakers now, making you cringe.

Maybe I can find those wine invoices before Schmeds bothers me again about which knife goes where on the table settings…

Too late, you thought as you heard the soft steps re-enter the room. You didn’t bother turning around, this time just yelling over your shoulder, “Chrissake, Schmeds, do I have to speak in tongues to you? NO COFFEE BARS!”

Hearing no replies from him, you sighed in relief as you thumbed through a drawer, finding several bills and invoices, extracting them, and then putting them on the desk to roll around in later, when the inevitable mental breakdown hit in approximately two minutes. You reached over to where your large, black coffee sat by the phone, fresh and piping hot, quickly picking it up and taking a precious sip of the hot liquid, letting its warmth revitalize you before putting it down and turning back to the file cabinet.

Wait a damn minute…

You hadn’t gotten coffee this morning. You’d been too busy.

You paused, gaslighting yourself and trying to pinpoint the moment your mind obviously blocked out: when you’d ordered something, because you’d just absentmindedly taken a sip of your usual, perfectly brewed the specific way you liked it. Oh my god, I’m going insane already…

“I do hope I was correct in recalling that you liked it that way. Flavored salted caramel, nothing else in it, specifically from that little bodega on fifty-ninth street.”

You finally noticed that it wasn’t Schmeds in the doorway, but Loki. Your cheeks immediately went hot as you looked down submissively, a little flustered at the grinning god leaning in your doorway, looking proud of himself. For the most part, the administrators in Stark Tower who’d trained you had insisted that fraternizing with the Avengers was off-limits. They were superheroes! Why would they have any time for “the little people”?

“It…you were,” was all you managed to say softly.

Loki smiled, taking that as his signal to come inside. “I apologize for startling you. I assure you, I meant no harm.”

“No harm? This is exactly how I like it,” you said, picking up the cup and taking another sip, being sure to savor the hot, life-sustaining drink this time. “But…I always get my own. How did you--?”

Your new friend grinned wider, mischievously, and you took a reflexive step back. “You read my mind? Without asking?”

Loki pursed his lips playfully, observing how you looked half-apprehensive, half-turned on. “Oh, I get the feeling that if I were to do such a thing, it wouldn’t exactly be visions of hot coffee in your mind right now.”

Woooooord.

You were never able to observe the Avengers close-up, other than Tony, your boss, and occasionally Bruce Banner, who preferred handing you different documents to be filed himself. Loki was the first one of the team who’d given you the pleasure of his direct attention, and it was already becoming a pleasure. You were already drinking in how tight his suit was, how his hair was beautifully tousled about his face, how his teeth were a work of supernatural art.

And he’d brought you coffee.

“I…well…uh…”

“Perhaps we could start with a ‘thank you’?” he suggested. “You seem to be slightly at a loss for words, dear.”

You nodded quickly, taking another sip. “Thank you, Mr. Lau--Laufeys--”

He shook his head and put a hand up. “Loki is all I require.”

You finally mustered a smile and grateful nod. “Thank you, Loki.”

“And for your information, as much as I would love to penetrate your mind and fill it with tempting thoughts of myself, I did not read your mind without your permission,” he explained. “Your underling out there…the little man…he let it slip in conversation.”

You wanted to know why your drink preferences were the topic of discussion around the water cooler without your knowledge, but it was so easy to be distracted again as Loki closed the gap between you, eventually leaving a few mere inches between you.

“Why would you care about me and my coffee?” you asked. “We’ve never met.”

Loki shrugged. “Sometimes even I can’t explain my madness,” he mused with a wink. “Or perhaps I had a motive in mind that only you could satisfy.”

You felt your cheeks go hot as you looked into his eyes. “Um…uh…and that is…?”

“My brother is going to this gala event with that scientist he is so fond of, Jane,” Loki explained. “The others all have escorts, and Stark doesn’t want me to be the only one unspoken for at the event. He said something about rich bastards liking symmetry.”

You giggled. “That sounds like him.”

“Therefore, consider the drink an offering,” he continued. “Out of all of the eligible people in these offices, you’re the only one who is worthy of my arm, so would you give me the privilege of being my companion to the soiree tomorrow?”

You smiled warmly. “Well, while I still have no idea why you;ve set your sights on me, I suppose I could indulge you for one evening.”

Loki smiled, this time bringing up a hand, as if to place it on your cheek, but he stopped himself, stepping back instead, leaving you slightly disappointed. “Perhaps I should save the best for later,” he said, turning to go. “I’ll leave you to your work now, but I will be here at 6 tomorrow evening if you can be ready then.”

You nodded. “Yes, Mr….Loki.”

Loki purred. “Mr. Loki,” he chuckled. “Perhaps I’ll let you call me that in bed one day…” he said before smoothly making his exit.

Taking another sip of coffee, your mind immediately switched gears. Work? Work?! What was this ‘work’??

The hold music cut off, and the static dregs of a woman’s voice replaced it. “Hello? Hello?” You mindlessly picked up the receiver and hung up, ending the call.

Who had time for napkins? You had a dress to find!

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thewriterg · 2 years

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♡︎our sweet venice♡︎

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Fem!reader, Tom Holland x Actress!reader, Aussie!reader, costars to lovers

Summary: You and Your costar Tom Holland are on Press tour and on one of your first interviews Everyone can’t help but watch two kids fall in love —flufftober day; 14—

Word count: 1.9k

Warning(s): Fluff, mutual pinning, cute puppies, hot accents, I’m not proofreading until I wake up —it’s litteraly 1:40am–, and Language

A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— Fact about me I lived in Australia for like two/three years or so

“G’day my names Tom Holland and I play Nate Drake in Uncharted” You stated seriously staring at the camera looking over to Tom before you could break your ‘cover’ with a smile while Tom played along

“My name is Y/n Y/l/n and I play Nairobi Copeland in Uncharted, and Today we’re gonna play with some puppies —the first ones to be back— and attempt to answer your guy’s questions” Tom finally broke out Into a smile turning his head to face you while your mirrored his actions before slapping your hands down on your thighs

"Alright gettin' pretty inpatient lad where are these puppies!" You exclaimed while Tom nodded his head in agreement while throwing small glances in your direction that went unnoticed by you

“Yes, please bring us puppies” Tom requested fondly and if you listened close enough you could hear the little animals scratching at the door

“Are we gonna get them all at on-” Your sentence was cut off by a small gasp as one of the assistant’s carried two puppies in her arm passing one to you and following along with Tom

“Oh hello little fellow” Tom cooed in greeting a high pitched baby voice never faltering as he talked to the young dog softly pinching its cheeks his eyebrows furrowed with a smile permanently plastered on his face

You both cradled the small puppies into your chest before a couple more of the small creatures had approached you two wagging their tails panting softly and wobbling on their four legs

“They’re so tiny aye?” You pouted your bottom lip poking out as one of the puppies yawned against your chest while Tom began sniffing their fur beside you

“Oh they smell so good” You’d chuckled before picking up one of the pups that had ran passed you into your embrace lifting it in the air placing a few kisses on its cheeks before sniffing behind it’s ears before you began to nod along with Tom’s statement

“What was it like filming uncharted”

“It was amazing, it was incredible, it’s a film about expirations so it made sense to us that we needed to be on practical locations you know In Barcelona etc.” Tom had answered by himself while you were distracted by the two puppies who slept in between you leg while you held one in the air under its arms rubbing your noses together

“Y’know i wonder what they think is goin’ on look at that one, you wanna go play go ahead baby. What was your question?” Your attention finally shifted to the interview who had just smiled at you along with Tom who shook his head at your antics

“What was your favorite stunt to film for Uncharted and did you have a stunt devil?”

“My favorite stunt for Uncharted- Oh hello honey go on, was probably when Tom and I had swung from the lights at the Augustine auction house and neither of us had stunt devils in this movie” You’d answered softly playing tug of war with the puppy with the lightest fur out of the bunch with a baby blue and white collar it didn’t take a genius to observe that you and Tom favored it

“What were we talking about!? Favorite stunts there’s a stunt where in the movie- Oh hello, this is a big one he’s gonna be a big dog. I like the stunt where I fall out the back of the plane from getting hit by a car that was a lot of fun” The brunette stated as a matter of factly tickling a pups side in his arms gently

“They are loving your shoes mate” You chuckled pointing while You and Tom stared at the two puppies attempting to teethe at each unnecessarily expensive shoe that rested on Toms feet

“These aren’t my shoes I’m borrowing them so you can do whatever you want to them, come on get in there” You’d giggled at Toms encouraging the little four legged animals to do something the were indeed not supposed to be doing while the brunette looked over at you with a soft smile of his own

“Tom what was your favorite scene to film with Y/n Y/l/n and Y/n what was your favorite scene to film with Tom Holland”

“I have two favorite scenes filmed with Y/n One is when I set out the fake coordinates, and everything expecting her to take it and when Nate wakes up she’s still there, she didn’t betray him and that leads to a very hot make-out session” Tom finished his rant Wiggling his eyebrows while you chuckled nudging his his shoulder with a smile this time no puppies catching his attention as he spoke oh so fondly about you

“My next scene is when Probably when She gives me a run for my damn money In the one fight scene we had. Nate was trying to convince Nairobi to come back into the Plan after Sully had revealed everything about Sam and Sierra, our dead siblings and we had a small ‘little’ fight chairs were thrown, blood was spilled, wine glasses were smashed no biggy” Tom sarcastically finished finally going back to rubbing the puppies who nudged into his side

“My favorite scene with Tom Holland I think is personally underrated, it’s when Nairobi and Nate are stuck under the fountain and the water is filling up and everything and finally when Sully turns the key Nate swims to the top and he realizes like ‘oh shit Nairobi’ he swims back down brings her up to the surface he does cpr in a panic it was just a very fond moment I personally think” You finished a small of smile never leaving your face while you spoke with your hands despite three puppies being tucked into your arms

“These dogs are rippin’ those shoes Mate” You shook your head in moc disbelief watching the little dogs attempt to nibble and gnaw on the shoes that were to strong for their teeth

“I can’t wait to send these shoes back to Christian and be like ‘I’m so sorry’ ”

“It’s quite cute their little teeth can’t get in there, your stylist is gonna be hacked off though”

“Y/n what is something Tom says a lot and Tom what is something Y/n says a lot?”

“I’ve been waiting for a question like this man!” Tom sat up from laying on his stomach while you laughed wholeheartedly

“So sometimes Y/n randomly layers Her accent to the point where you can barely understand what she’s saying” The brunette pointed a finger at you accusingly while you threw your hands up in surrender careful not to wake the two puppies who rested in your lap

“So number one is Mate I think that’s a given i say that a good amount of times myself, Two is snag and I found that so hard to understand the way she through like four different phrases together please show them I’m staring to sound like a crazy person” Tom pouted his arm stretched to the camera to back up his point

“So we were filming and we had about and hour and a half Lunch and Tom was talking to one of our directors and I wanted to mess with him a bit so I walked towards him and I started spazzin’ like ‘Ay Tommy would you like a snag on the Barbie mate?’ And ‘I got absolutely pissed at the outback dude’ And the look on his face was so hilarious” The interviewers behind the camera were beyond amused at the story while Tom nodded his head along

“So continuing Lad and Lass is pretty embedded into her vocabulary, along with init, and for some strange reason people will always ask her to do ‘the thing’ and like she immediately knows and just burst like Cleo naur” Tom stretched while you laughed clutching you stomach at the confusion imbedded on his face

“Just let me catch a breather mate” You held up and finger attempting to calm yourself from bursting fits of laughter

“No matter what the situation is bloody hell will always make its way Into one of Tom’s sentences, Darling every second of the day of course but it’s adorable you could never be mad at it, Tea is pretty stuck into his word vomit, and his odd word is definitely knackered. So it was something going on with our hotel rooms the first like three days of the tour so we just settled with one room double beds, had a sleepover all is well aye? It’s like two in the mornin’ random all I hear is ‘I’m fucking knackered mate!’”

It was Toms turn to laugh while you shook your head reliving the moment one of the moments he missed most actually before scooting closer towards you masking the closure of space with his attention focussed on the puppies that rested in your lap

“What is something you have tried from each other and what we’re your thoughts on it?”

“So I’ve actually have tried a good amount of things coming from Tom like crumpets, chicken tikka masala, and a Fry up I was honestly thought Tommy had gone mad man beans and toast had probably been the oddest thing of my life but I believe I ate everything except maybe the mushrooms”

“Y/n has made me try more snacks than food a bad habit of her but I have to admit darling Vegemite —it’s like this dark spread you eat with toast— was a absolutely awful I do however like everything else she’s given me to try like meat pies, fairy bread, I really enjoyed TimTams, Milo it’s like This chocolate milk and it’s very delightful”

“Alright guys Uncharted is out, please go to the cinema and enjoy it I hope you have a wonderful ride and enjoy the escapism” Tom exclaimed while the puppies ran around and continued to play with one another continuously running in and out of the camera frame

“All of these beautiful puppies that you’ve seen here are adoptable, they are from north shore animal league so find these guys a wonderful home they deserve it” You smiled towards the camera your head leaned up against Toms shoulder while a puppy with a baby blue collar never left your arms using your cardigan as a blanket

“Y/n we can’t lie to the people” Tom over dramatically gasped while you smiled fondly at your slip up you’d made and the man on the side of you antics

“Would you like to tell them?”

“Not thank you darling be my guest”

“So guys, not all of these pups you see here are adoptable. If you watched the video closely you would’ve been able to see that all the pups have collars but none of them tags. Except one” The camera zoomed into the sleeping puppy in your arms the light reflecting of the gold tag

“This.. is our daughter. She is the youngest out of the bunch standing at three and a half weeks old, and her name is Venice ” You finished looking up to Tom to go more in depth about how you both chose her which he did so gladly

You’d finally finished the interview giving your last goodbye to the small puppies left for another home while You and Tom walked out of the building with him cooing over your shoulder at the sleeping baby in your arms You both couldn’t seem to wait to raise your four legged child together climbing up another wall of each other’s perspective

“Our sweet Venice” You sighed loving while Tom smiled at You raising the umbrella in his hand while all three of you walked down the street

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miela · 7 months

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Could you do Tom holland x fem!reader

You were invited to wedding. Just walk around in church, lots of people and you bump into someone that hold your waist, you look up that you never knew who it was. You might be apologizing. He would love to seat with you. Then after that go to reception that you two talks to each other. *fluffiness*

(Hope you will write it,thanks and have a good day)

THIS IS SO CUTE HOLD ON-

I hope you like this! I enjoyed writing this a lot! Thank you so much for this request!

Beautiful Stranger

Pairing: Tom Holland x Stunt Double!Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Insecurity (Maybe???) Extra: Song inspiration is "Finally // Beautiful Stranger" - Halsey Word Count: 3.8k

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You’ve been to plenty of weddings and each one of them has been bittersweet. You loved weddings, truly, but they reminded you of the fears and doubts that you had about yourself. You were never considered conventionally attractive and never really dated anyone because of it, whether it was because you were everybody’s last choice or you were afraid of getting too close to someone and they saw you how you saw yourself. On top of that, you have seen so many marriages fail so badly, including the one with your family members. You just couldn’t understand why you would put yourself in such a stressful situation like that.

So when your friends daydreamed about love, you daydreamed about your future plans instead.

You knew you wanted to be in the entertainment industry, despite the shit show it is. But you couldn’t help but love the art of cinema and movie making. You grew up loving action and adventure movies and wanted to be a part of that. You didn’t get much support from your family and it killed your dream for a little while, but after seeing videos online and watching the MCU and other action-filled movies, you couldn’t help but feel that you were meant for this. So you trained yourself to do stunts, dance, and martial arts so you could be a stunt double. Once you made your big break there. You found yourself happier than ever.

Through this job, you found one of your greatest friends, who was also a stunt double. Since you both looked similar you were often paired to be in action movies together. If one of you landed a job, the other usually followed. It worked out well because you both get along so well. You guys were a dynamic duo and your pair nickname was the Dynamite Doubles in the industry.

She often told you that you should try acting because of how into the character you get sometimes, but you told her that you didn’t want to because of how shy you were about it. You didn’t think you could actually do certain things in a film and not mess it up and accidentally break character. Also, you didn’t want that kind of fame. The most you could do is probably just be an extra in the background.

One day, she told you that she was seeing someone. When you met them you could tell they really loved each other and that they were meant to be. This person was also a stunt double so you knew who they were by face. They were so adorable together and honestly, it warmed your heart to see them so happy together (even if it made you feel lonely sometimes).

And that’s how you ended up here. At their wedding.

It was beautiful and sweet. You would’ve been a bride’s maid but she had so many sisters who easily filled the role, so you really just became the assistant to the Maid of Honor who was her eldest sister. You didn’t mind not being part of the bridal party officially, you really didn’t want any attention on you whatsoever.

When you arrived at the church, you went to your friend, wished her luck, and then went to go find your place in the pews. When you entered, there were already so many people there and it made you kind of nervous to be walking around without someone, but you could manage. Once you sat down you would feel better and much more relaxed. You seem to have been too excited to plant yourself in a chair because you forgot to pay attention to your surroundings. You tripped over someone’s foot and fell very quickly toward the edge of the seats. But before you could crack the bridge of your nose on the pew, a strong arm gripped around your waist to stop you from the catastrophic event that would’ve happened.

You stared with wide narrowed eyes at the seat edging as your heart raced in your chest. Your entire body was tense and cold from shock.

Way to avoid bringing attention to yourself.

Before you could process anything the strong arm pulled you up and helped you to stand up straight on your feet. Once you caught your composure a moment later you looked up at the face of the one who saved you.

“Careful there, darling,” the most beautiful sound came from his lips as they were filled with concern. “You alright?”

Your eyes shifted rapidly from embarrassment at all the eyes on you and your face burned. You nodded in response.

“Thank you,” You replied sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”

His arm slowly moved from your waist once he realized your composure was back.

“There’s no need to apologize. It was my fault for not paying attention to where I was going. I should be the one apologizing. I’m sorry.”

You smiled and nodded still not meeting his gaze. “It’s okay, I should’ve paid attention to where I was walking as well.” You rubbed your arm nervously and were still rather embarrassed as all hell. “I should go to my seat. Enjoy the wedding.”

And with that, you went and sat down with a deep sigh and full of embarrassment.

The wedding itself was beautiful and heartfelt and sweet and now it was time for the after-party celebration. You sat down at the table with a few of your friend’s cousins that you had met before and you sat silently as you observed the conversation. Once you were able to you went up to your friend and their new spouse and congratulated them with hugs and smiles. Then it was time for food.

As you were getting your food, you bumped into someone and a hand quickly grabbed your waist catching you from stumbling before you and your food could fly all over the place.

“Excuse me, love.” It was that voice again.

You hummed, more like squeaked, in response and quickly made your way back to the table to eat your food. After a while, your friend came over wearing something more comfortable and dance-worthy than her original wedding dress and sat down next to you.

“I’ve heard you’ve been swept off your feet twice today,” She teased.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk. “By myself. It’s not like I was carried away after saying my vows and tying the knot. It was more of an im-so-clumsy-for-a-stunt-double kind of deal.”

She laughed. “You have no idea who kept saving you do you?”

“Hm?” you asked in response. “I mean, no, I was too busy being embarrassed to hell by myself to get a good look at him. I just know he’s British.”

“I swear you are so oblivious of your surroundings sometimes,” She giggled. “But don’t worry, I got you. Wanna come dance with us?”

“I will in a bit,” you smiled. “I wanna let my food settle a little more. Plus you have to dance with your significant other.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “You better come dance, (Y/N) or I’ll drag you onto the dance floor.”

You laughed. “I will, I will.”

And with that, she got up and joined everyone else on the dance floor doing different line dances and other wedding song favorites. You watched everyone for a bit before deciding the scroll on your phone aimlessly checking social media. You were so engrossed in your phone that you didn’t realize when someone sat next to you.

“Hello,” the voice said sheepishly.”

You gasped softly and looked over at the figure, your heart racing again.

He blushed. “Sorry…I keep disrupting your flow today.”

You finally got a good look at the face of the person who saved you twice today. You had to question if the universe was messing with you or not.

It was Tom Holland.

To say you were a fan was a bit of an understatement. You watched all of his movies, shows, and interviews and you loved his craft of acting. Uncharted is a comfort movie for you and you watch it all the time and he is your favorite Spiderman. Not only that, you admired the fact that he does his own stunts and that he has a background in dance and gymnastics. One of your dreams was to one day be able to work on the same set as him. So him approaching you and sitting next to you at your best friend’s wedding sounds like a scene in a rom-com or some sick joke being played on by some higher power.

You understood what your friend meant now.

“H-hello-” you stuttered out feeling a bit, starstruck for a moment.

“Hi,” He smiled. You couldn’t believe you were seeing his charming smile in person. “Oh…I said that already.”

You giggle softly and set your phone down.

“I’m Tom,” He continued.

“I know,” you blurted before mentally smacking yourself. “I mean…I’m (Y/N).”

“I know,” he smiled with a light chuckle. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

He was wearing a black suit with a white button-up shirt under it. His curls were slicked back and his skin was glowing. Or that could be your starstruck moment going on in your mind, you couldn’t tell.

“I noticed you sitting over here all alone and wanted to ask you if you were okay,” he explained.

“I’m okay,” You smiled back, trying to calm your nerves. “I’m usually a wallflower at weddings. I like observing the fun more than getting lost in it.”

“Really?” He asked but it came out more like a statement. “You don’t like to dance?”

“Oh, I love dancing,” you replied. “I just…never really have anyone to dance with.”

There was a quick moment of silence before he spoke again.

“Would you like to dance…with me?”

Your eyes widened. “Um…” and before you could think of an answer, your mouth spoke for you. “...Sure!”

Next thing you knew, you were on the dancefloor with none other than Tom Holland. You wanted to pinch yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming this, but it felt so vivid at the same time. You figured that if it’s a dream you may as well have fun with it.

You knew Tom was a sweet guy, all you ever heard was good things about him from other people who had worked with him, so if you felt uncomfortable with something you knew he would understand. That eased your mind a little as you awkwardly danced with him. The tension was thick but not enough to freak you guys out. When you got a little bit more comfortable with each other's presence, you began to move more fluidly. After a couple of fun songs, another line dance song came on which made it even easier to get comfortable with each other.

But then a slow song came on and everyone grabbed their pairs, minus the children who all opted to find a place to grab more food and treats, and teenagers who opted to sit at the table and be on their phones. You and Tom really only had each other as options if you wanted to slow dance. So when he looked at you lifted his eyebrows in question, you smiled and nodded.

“May I have this dance?” He asked holding his hand out and bowing.

“You may, you giggled and softly placed your hand in his.

You both walked further into the dance floor and when you found a comfortable spot, you put your hands on his shoulders and he put his on your waist sheepishly. You realized how close you were to him now and it made your face burn. You had never danced with someone like this before and it just now occurred to you how close you were. You went to homecoming years ago but you went with a group of friends and you sat down when slow songs came on, You skipped out on prom because there was no way you were gonna spend so much money just to not have a date. It made you realize how inexperienced you were when it came to these things, and it reminded you how inexperienced you are with a lot of things when it came to romance.

Your first dance ever is with Tom.

You looked up at him meeting the gaze of his soft, dark eyes and your face burned more at the eye contact. You needed to divert your overthinking and quickly before your timid nature took over and you ran off like a deer.

“So, what brings you to the wedding?” you asked.

“I’m mates with the groom,” he responded.

“Oh!” You chimed. “I had no idea that you knew him, but then again I never really asked.”

“We worked on Civil War together. He was a stunt double on there.”

That’s right! You had forgotten all about that.

“Oh, lucky him.” You giggled. “I always wanted to double in a Marvel movie.”

“You haven’t?”

“Nope,” you shook your head looking at your hand on his shoulder for a moment. “But one day, hopefully.”

“I think you’ll do great,” He smiled causing you to look up at his gaze again. “I’ve seen a lot of the stuff you stunted for.”

“Really?” Your eyes beamed.

“Absolutely,” He responded with a smile. “I’ve also seen your videos on YouTube.”

Oh.

Not only did you work on films and movies but you also made your own short films on YouTube of different fight scenes to show off your skills and also as a portfolio for jobs. You also posted dance videos from the dance studio that you worked with.

And he’s seen them.

“Your craft is very unique,” he continued.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I’m very proud of it.”

You moved your hands to clasp together at the back of his neck so your arms could rest more comfortably as you two swayed.

“I am a fan of your work too,” you said to him. “I watch Uncharted like every week.”

He chuckled softly. “You like it that much?”

“I do! I grew up reading and watching things with pirates in it and also watching Indiana Jones. Uncharted is like a mix of both but contemporary. So I hold it close to my heart. I also want to play the games but I’m so busy usually.”

He kept a small smile on his face as you spoke.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.”

A simple silence fell between you guys as you listened to the song play and tried your best to not make the situation awkward by your lack of knowledge on any of this. In all honesty, you wanted to run but at the same time, you didn’t, both for obvious reasons. It brought up a thought to your brain that made you giggle softly.

“What is it?” Tom asked curiously with a wonderous look on his face.

“Nothing,” you replied with a smile.

“Nothing, eh?” He asked with a mischievous look in his eye. “That doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“It’s Nothing,” you sang.

“Hmmm,” He hummed in doubt. “Alright, fine. Don’t tell me.” He turned his head looked away dramatically and playfully.

You let out a laugh. “You really wanna know?”

“I mean you don’t have to tell me,” he smirked.

“If you wanna know, I can tell you.”

“Well, if you insist, darling.”

Your face burned at the pet name and mentally scolded yourself to keep your composure.

“I had a thought,” you began.”

“You had a thought,” he repeated.

“A memory, if you will.”

“A memory,” he said the octave of his voice raising.

“Mhm,” you nodded and smirked mischievously.

He squinted his eyes at you curiously.

“I remember an interview you had,” You began. “Where you talked about dancing with Madonna and you freaked out and walked away.”

He winced and groaned at the memory and you giggled softly.

“Not my most shining moment I will admit,” he said with a strained voice but a smile on his face. “What brought that on? Are you afraid I’m going to run away from you?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I just… never mind.”

He hummed again. “Do you want to run away from me?”

Your eyes widened. “N-no…! Of course not! I just…when I try something new…especially with someone else…I get nervous an my first instinct is to run for the hills. It’s nothing personal, I promise.”

He thought on your words for a moment and then looked at you questioningly. “I’m not sure I quite follow.”

“I…never danced with someone before.”

He looked at you with a look of surprise on his face. “Really? Why is that?”

You shrugged. “No one really wanted to dance with me.”

“Well, they’re all a bit daft. I don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to dance with you.”

Your mind couldn’t process what you were hearing right now. His words looped and echoed in your mind as you looked up at him searching for an explanation of his words. Surely he wasn’t flirting…was he? Were you just being delusional? Probably. Someone like him couldn’t possibly find someone like you attractive. Hell, even your friend looked like a better version of you…a more conventional version of you. That’s why she was here getting married. You weren’t anything special, you were just…you.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked pulling you from your thoughts.

You shook your head and looked down avoiding his gaze.

“I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable…”

“You’re not, no, it’s not you…you’re perfect.”

Your eyes widened at your comment and you slowly looked up at him to see a blush dancing across his nose and cheeks. “You’re sweet, darling.”

You smile in response but stay silent as you listen to the rest of the song.

Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and I know

That beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong

And I hope

Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms

But I think it's finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe

For me to fall

After the slow dance, you and Tom went your separate ways due to you both being summoned by different people. The rest of the reception you had Tom on your mind, as anyone would. Even though you were a nervous wreck and you swore you had sweat marks on the pits of your dress, you very much enjoyed yourself. You smiled to yourself several times throughout the rest of the party.

Your friend and her man left for their honeymoon as you all threw confetti at them and you were getting ready to leave out the door after. You started walking to your car when you heard fast and loud footsteps heading your way.

“(Y/N)!”

You stopped and turned to see Tom jogging toward you.

“Tom…!” You said with wide eyes as he stopped in front of you slightly out of breath.

“Hey,” He greeted. “You shouldn’t walk alone. It’s dark out here.”

You went to protest but decided against it. “You’re right.”

“Can I walk you? Even If I have to stop at a distance and make sure you get in your car safely.”

You thought about it for a moment and then nodded with a small smile. He returned the smile and you both began walking at a slow pace. The wind blew softly but it was enough for the cold to kiss your skin. You shivered and rubbed your bare arms. You knew you should’ve brought a jacket but it was so warm earlier you didn’t think it would get this cold.

You heard a shuffle and then felt fabric drape over your shoulders and instant warmth engulfing you. You processed that Tom had put his suit jacket around you and you looked up at him wonderously. His white button-up shirt was clinging to his muscles and it made your face burn enough to were the cold air felt good rather than rigid.

“Don’t worry about me,” He smiled. “I’m rather warm right now.”

“Thank you,” you replied.

“No worries.”

A moment of silence fell between you guys before he spoke up again.

“So…um I was wondering, if I could have your number, maybe?” He asked his voice a little strained.

You looked at him surprised and your emotional defense walls instantly reacted and went up.

“Ah,” You pressed your lips together and spoke with a playful tone. “So that’s the real reason you’re here.”

“No. Well, yes and no,” He started. “I really do want to make sure you get to your car safely, but I wanted to ask for your number much earlier…since we first ran into each other.” You stopped walking and he followed suit. “I know we barely know each other but I would like to get to know you more.”

You blinked rapidly. “But...why?”

He was taken aback a bit as you kept looking at him with your walls still built up high.

“Well,” he began nervously. “I find you…charming.” Your eyes widened as he continued. “I’ve been interested for a while…but I had no way of knowing how to connect with you without it seeming weird.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I am kind of a fan of yours too. Like I said before, I watch your videos on YouTube. And when I found out you were my mate’s girlfriend’s best friend I got a little excited about it. So when we kept running into each other today, I took it as a sign to make a move.”

Your face softened in response and your face burned once again as you looked down.

“So this is me, making my move,” he continued. “If you’ll have me.”

His words resonated with you. You never thought of yourself as anything like that so it was strange hearing it from him. It’s not like you hated yourself. Quite the opposite actually. You loved how you looked and how you were as a person. You worked hard on yourself to make sure that you had confidence in yourself and were happy with yourself. You were afraid that the rest of the world wouldn’t see that.

You look up at him with a smile, deciding to take a chance. “Okay.”

He smiled and sighed in relief. A Moment later you, both traded numbers and he walked you the rest of the way to your car and opened the door for you. You gave him back his Jacket and you looked at each other.

“Please, let me know when you get home.”

“I will,” you respond.

He smiled in response. “Goodnight, darling.”

“Goodnight, Tom.”

With that, he closed the door to your car and stood there until you drove off safely. Through your mirror, you could see him visibly cheering to himself and it made you giggle and your heart fill with warmth.

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Actors on Actors , Tom Holland.

Tom Holland x Actress ! Black Reader

warnings: none, just pure fluff.

You and Tom are invited by Variety to do the Actors on Actors interview together.

-unedited-

“I know that outings for us these days are pretty rare, but when you gain twice your body weight and everyone's constantly watching you like a hawk it's a bit difficult to be as open.

We try to keep our careers separate as much as we can.

Sometimes things come along that peak your interest and you just can not pass it up.

I have been a fan of the Actors on Actors series for a long while. I’ve watched them all and each time my respect for the craft grows immensely. Thank you Variety for having Tom, our little special co-star, and I.”

You say nodding to the camera to pan down on the little raven curly haired one and a half year old tugging on the hem of your silk black dress with one arm and clinging to your sparkly black coat with the other.

“Say hello Dakota. H-e-l-l-oooo”

Tom sounds out to the little brown eyed boy and he looks up to laugh at his father for a moment.

He wraps his arms around your waist before bending down to pick up the little boy and he gives a small wave to the crew.

“Papa sounds funny?”

You ask and he nods before laughing at you pulling a funny face.

"HeeLLoooOOO DaaAAkkooTTaa"

Tom says again imitating a whale call and Dakota loses it as he holds onto his father's face watching him make the funny faces.

"Pa" he shrieks , letting his little rice grain teeth show for the camera.

You both smother him in kisses and raspberries and the little boy falls against you both in a fit of laughter and squeals.

"If I don't hand him over to Sydney we'll be here all night. He's literally our best friend." Tom says pretending to gobble his little twin's hand before handing him over to your assistant and taking your respective spaces in the chairs to get the interview started.

Tom lets out a long sigh before reaching his hand out for you. You shake your head and roll your eyes before letting him place a kiss on your hand and sitting back properly into your seat.

“Hi baby.” he coos softly.

"Hi Tom. How are you? Did you have an alright trip here?"

You ask as if you both didn't arrive together.

“You’re too far away.” He pouts before sliding your chair close enough for him to rest his hand comfortably on the inside of your knee before snapping himself into “professional mode”.

“Right, so I just want to jump right into it. Firstly, congratulations on all of your nominations this year. If anyone deserves it, it’s you. Dirty Jazz, I think received a solid 10 minute standing ovation at Cannes and honestly it could’ve went on forever. You told the tumultuous and incredible story of Lucille Anderson often known as Lucille Bogan or Bessie Jackson. A jazz- blues singer in the 1920s and 30s with a vibrant sexuality and look on life. You were truly brilliant.”

He showers you in compliments and you try to confidently accept the praise , but after years together your husband still gives you butterflies.

“Lucille Bogan’s story was so important for me to get to be a part of. Especially at a time like this. One could say that like “oh every woman is sexually liberated and free and this and that”. But, we know that’s certainly not the case for most women and especially not black women. My craft , my story-telling, and my career will always be a love letter to black women. People love to dance and sing and laugh with us because they love to pinch and pull from our culture, our song, our grace, and our beauty but there’s not many that are willing to take in our truth and our humanity.

There's a living breathing human being behind the theatrics and melodies. Most recent indication of this is Megan Thee Stallion. She has gone through so much for such a young woman. She’s been called everything under the sun but a child of God. It should’ve been as simple as her telling her truth and then receiving an outpour of love. Right? But as always they want our rhythm but not our blues.

So, to be able to tell the story of Lucille- and all of her truth was an instant yes from me. Lucille was this multifaceted sensual, delicate, and powerful woman. She was singing in 1924 about how she enjoyed sex and the ways that she wanted to be pleasured. We went about getting her family's blessing and then from there I got to work. I watched all of the performances of her I could find. I listened to her voice and the way she spoke. I wanted to capture that raw confidence that she exuded. She pushed the envelope not only for bisexuals like me but also sex workers.

That was completely unheard of at the time. Ms. Bogan knew that she was an icon in every sense of the word and everyone else was going to know it too. A complete opposite from how I was feeling at the moment because I was around 12 weeks when we started filming so I wasn’t at my most confident and for every roll of my hips. There was a roll of nausea that was sure to follow.”

You say, chuckling softly and Tom nodded along fully immersed until he gives you a small pout at the memory of you having to endure that rough bit.

“I remember the times I would visit you on set and it was in the dead of summer and they’d have you dressed up in the most lavish coats and these sort of headpieces, and you were performing these songs and dances in 95 degree Alabama weather. So they had to have huge fans on you and like a gallon of ice cold water on standby.

I would just massage your back every 15 minutes to try and get you through. It was insane but the film was absolutely incredible. I am so proud of you.

The first time I got to watch you perform Shave 'Em Dry and you were shimmying that white fur coat down your body and then you threw yourself down onto the floor with it. I was so concerned at first because you were literally carrying Kota at the time, but they assured me that you had cushions on the floor and your knee pads. But , you just became her. I had goosebumps up and down my arms. I knew that you had something special on your hands. To watch you in your element was something I'll never get over. I’ve never heard you talk that filthily in my life either.” he states cheekily and you give him a coy smile before mumbling “that’s a lie”.

Tom’s entire face goes a little funny as he covers his mouth with his question cards and shakes his head.

“I’m just saying. They know that the storks didn’t exactly drop Kota on our doorstep. That’s all, love.”

You reassure him as you watch a crimson blush slowly make its way across his face.

“Behave.” he warns, laced with a laugh and it’s loud enough for the crew to pick up on and they chuckle at you two flirting back and forth a little.

You clear your throat and create a segue, but you knew exactly what that meant for date night later on.

“But, thank you baby! First of all, The Devil All The Time is my favourite film of yours. And I know that the process was a tough one for you because it is a total contrast to beloved Peter Parker and a small step away from Marvel. To get into the mindset of Arvin, his religious trauma, and the almost southern gothic-y horror elements had to be a bit difficult ?

Because when you get those heavier roles you almost have a duty to the character to give them as much of a voice as we can. For the people who resonate with them to be able to feel seen and heard. I’ve always wanted to pick your brain about your process of reaching Arvin?”

You ask and you don’t miss the way that Tom is scanning your entire face and settles on your lips.

He takes a moment to ponder your question, but he finds himself continuously getting lost in the way that you spoke so passionately and melodically. You were born to be a story-teller.

"Stop staring at my lips and answer the question Thomas!"

You playfully scold him and he nods his head while toying with his wedding band.

"Yes ma'am."

He answers in a faux southern accent before fluffing his hands through his hair.

"Ehm, during that time we were going through a bit of a rough patch. We had broken up and it felt like the big one. It felt like that was it and that we were never going to find our way back to each other. We dated other people and we went on our own adventures. But throughout the entire process there was this gnawing feeling. Loss. Grief. I grieved a million and one universes where we could've made it work and I was hoping that this would be one of them. It is. Thank God."

He adds and you take his hands into yours for a moment giving him a little reaffirming squeeze as you wait for him to continue.

"So, I let that sort of feeling guide me to tap into a modicum of what Arvin was feeling. That, love lost. That sort of grief. Because people grieve everyday, right? That’s something that connects us all. We're all trying to work through something that we don't have. Albeit, a version of ourselves, a loved one, or the loss of something/someone to believe in. I think that Arvin was grieving not only his parents but his loss of peace. And I think in some way I could connect to that because without you there was no peace."

You couldn't help but to lean in to kiss him. You decided to leave it "modest" and opt for kissing his cheeks and nose instead.

He scrunches his nose in response before giving you one back.

"Keep going." You whisper to him.

"During filming I leaned on Rob a lot. The way that he transformed and ran into this project bible raised in the air and high pitched southern accent first. It made me feel like I had to step up to the plate. I didn't grow up super religious in that regard so I did spend some time in small churches and gaining that insight into what that sort of connection to a higher power and faith can mean to most."

"That's hot, be careful babe." He whispers to you while holding the mug for you to have a sip of the chamomille tea.

"When I heard Robert's voice, I screamed! It was so creepy and off putting. Hated him throughout the entire film."

You added and Tom nods in agreement before sitting the emerald green mug down and offering you one of the strawberry pastries from the small table next to you both.

"Peter and Arvin are different but in a lot of ways they aren’t. They both lost their parents at a young age. They both were raised to try and do the right thing. Both, a little lost and always end up in situations they had no business being in at their ages. They are connected through that feeling of grief, self preservation, and coming of age. It's just that through writing we were able to laugh and kind of ride the wave with Peter. With Arvin the writing is very- cut and dry. The audience feels uncomfortable because he is uncomfortable and at times drowning beneath the wave. I’m sorry babe. Was that too long winded? I never know when to cut myself off. I’ll just keep going and going.”

He stammers nervously while sitting back to sip his own tea.

You admit to him half jokingly and he gives you a small nod.

“No, are you kidding me? You know that I could listen to you talk for hours. I wanna finish this conversation with you tonight.

We've also never really even announced that we’re married. We just started showing up one day with our rings, and only the sleuths know that we have a baby. Let alone talk publicly about the break up so this nearly feels like one big couple’s therapy session.”

“We already share so much of ourselves with the world through our art. I leave a piece of me with every character that grace your screens, and in the year of 2023 everyone knows everything. It just felt nice to have a moment in time where Thomas and I didn't have to open up the relationship to a third partner, the public. There were no analysis of our body languages towards each other or rumours that he was going to leave me for a very talented, very beautiful well known past partner.

Although, I did see a few of those after the TMZ announcements. Sorry babes I've got this one locked in for life.”

You state and he smiles giddily and happily for the camera before showing his wedding band.

"I've seen some of you little sleuths talking about me wearing my ring on my pinky so that means that we must've gotten a divorce, right?" he asks you in faux concern with a small voice crack for dramatic effect.

You immediately follow his lead and hop into character with furrowed brows and a scowl on your face.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THOSE PAPERS I SERVED YOU LAST MONTH WEREN'T ENOUGH? GOD, WHY WON'T YOU TAKE A HINT!" you ask before leaning in to grab his face and place the softest kiss to his lips.

"I just wish I knew how to quit you..." you say quoting Brokeback Mountain, one of the films that inspired you both to become actors.

He breaks character and rests his cheek against your hand for a moment.

"But yeah guys, my ring is just a bit small. It always has been and I'm in the middle of two films right now. I haven't had the time to get it resized. Leave me alone!" he says the last half, jokingly in the Peter Parker voice.

“Speaking of waves. Your next film! Cat’s out of the bag. You’re going to be in The Little Mermaid live action remake. I am so excited to see you in it because you’re honestly just already a real life Disney princess and this is one that Dakota can actually enjoy and he gets to see mummy sing and be all pretty as one of the sisters of Ariel! What was that like?” Tom asks, still smiling proudly at you like a Cheshire cat.

“First of all, two Disney checks in one household! So, there will be foundations, organisations, and communities being poured into. Just give us a year! My team read the email to me and I said THE MOUSE? I’ll be there by tomorrow. UNDER THE SEA. SHALALALA MY OH MY. YOU WANNA KISS THE GIRL.

Clearly, I wanted to audition for Prince Eric and they said no. So, that was a bummer that you couldn’t see my on-screen happily ever after with Halle. I pitched for Erica and Ariel but they said give us some time and I will be holding them to that.

In all seriousness, it was one of those pinch me opportunities. When it knocks at your door you have to welcome it in with a charcuterie board and wine waiting for it.

I knew that I eventually wanted to be apart of something less gruelling and a film that our Kota-bear could enjoy too because he loves anything with singing and bright colours at this stage.

I remember seeing my favourite cousin. She knows that she’s my favourite cousin too. Hey girl! She was playing the role of the hairdresser that melted Tina Turner’s hair off with the relaxer in What’s Love Got To Do With It.

I remember watching her and knowing then and there that if she could be on screen like that then so could I. It was a foot in the door. Halle and everyone that was a part of the project were dreams to work with and the representation that she’s bringing to the company is beyond. It’s something that little brown and black children have been waiting for since the dawn of time. It’s here. We are here.” You say definitively and nod your head towards the camera.

“This is also one step closer to working with Angela Bassett. Angela, we met once in a Met Gala bathroom and I’m sorry you had to see me taking a “breathing break” while sitting on my fiance’s lap eating Jolly Ranchers but this is me absolutely shooting my shot.” you plead as you turn and look directly into the camera.

Tom places his hands over his chest and throws his head back laughing at how cute you are.

You’ve been in this industry for years and have so many accolades of your own but you still look at everything with fresh eyes like you’re just playing dress up and meeting your idols every time you walk on set.

“How do you feel about taking on such big shoes to fill? I know that you were absolutely losing your mind when you got this role. Because not a lot of people know but you have been grinding since you were just a little tadpole on the waves with thee Naomi Watts but this is the role that kind of skyrocketed you into the public eye. Apart from you being a part time Rhianna impersonator.” you laugh and he gives you a side eye over his mug before you continue.

“We had been together for 6 months when you got the call and you were just floored. I kept having to remind you that it’s real and wasn’t an “accidental email”. Your mum cried I believe. I mean we all kind of did to be honest. It was a core memory for sure. We were also out at dinner at the time and I’m sure scaring every other customer there. We were all just cheering and holding onto each other and crying.

And then the nerves settled in and you thought about not only filling Toby’s shoes but also the shoes left by Andrew. And at the time most of the fan reception of Andrew’s version was just- a lot. I personally loved his version of Spiderman. I thought that it felt authentic to him and the lens that he wanted to tell Peter’s story through. But some of the original stans were not having it. I remember that there were think-pieces being written before you had even gotten the script.” You watch as Tom weighs the question and his answer for a moment.

“Well, first things first. I remember you telling me the best piece of advice that I could have possibly been given. You told me that “yes, of course you want to honour the groundwork that Toby and Andrew had both laid down for this beloved character but you also want to trust your own instinct and intuition about what feels real and right to you”.” Tom says and you hum and nod in agreement.

“You said whether they love you or hate you, your job is to tell a story. No matter how you tell that story as long as it feels real and right to you, someone’s going to resonate with it. And from there the pieces of the puzzle just kind of came together.

We may not have all have been bitten by radioactive spiders. But, we've all been teenagers before. We've all experienced that feeling of wanting to know all that there is to know but not knowing how to digest all of it. The little awkward quips and quirks of growing and becoming yourself is Peter Parker. He’s so imperfectly perfect and he’s always going to be a big part of what I’ve done in my career. Getting the accent down was one of the hardest bits because I am so painfully British and the way that we speak is just different. So, to just stay there in his zone for days at a time I would bring Peter home with me. I love that the fans love him so much. I love the way that he seems to STICK with them. See what I did there.” He says laughing at his own joke and you shake your head at him.

“He’s like this all day! His dad jokes kicked in long before he was even an actual dad! Get a load of this guy. Please don’t cast him in any comedies any time soon. No, actually diapers are expensive. Please cast this dilf of the year in all of the comedies, thank you.

I think that authenticity is what really brought your version of Peter to life. He's a larger than life superhero but you made him seem like everyone's childhood best friend. But also YES I remember. We would be lounging around at home and you’d just casually go “ do we have any cold waTER bOTTLES”. Peter lived with us for about 5 months until you got the accent down perfectly. Now you just slip in and out of it at the most random times.” You say and his eyes widen at the dilf of the year comment.

“Dilf of the year? Please don’t get them started, that's going to be a hashtag by this afternoon.”

He groans and you lean into him , blowing onto his cup of hot tea with a smirk plastered on your face before taking another sip of his tea.

“I said what I said.”

You retort quietly and he holds the mug to your lips and gives you a soft kiss to your forehead.

“And with that. This has been Actors on Actors for Variety with the Hollands. Please, be sure to watch the others if you haven’t already! Take care.”

“That's brilliant baby, nothing more to add. Oh, and be sure to watch The Little Mermaid in theatres on May 26!” You add before blowing a kiss to the camera.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x black reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic for black girls

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softspiderling masterlist

collection of EVERYTHING I’ve written so far. Everything that is on this blog. the fandoms are chronologically ordered, most recent are up top.

drabbles

fics

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boy you write your name (I can do the same) | tba

series

1989

drabbles

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you're dating (but no one knows)

you're married (but in secret)

you pick him up from the airport

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songs about girls (like you) | read here Jake has finally returned from his mission.

how do you love somebody else? | read here the one where you and Jake are exes.

get like me | read here the one where you defend Jake's honor.

five kisses | read here five kisses with Jake

never knew (that I could fall so hard) | read here You and Jake are friends. Just friends

wingman’s best friend universe

all the fics below are part of the same universe, but can be read as stand-alone fics!

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cruel existence | read here you get hurt at work and Jake spirals

drabbles

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fics

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drabbles

natasha "phoenix" trace

you're married (but in secret)

pete "maverick" mitchell

he likes you (but in an annoying way)

fics

pete "maverick" mitchell

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bradley "rooster" bradshaw x jake "hangman" seresin

period troubles | read here their daughter gets her first period and Bradley and Jake lose their minds

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dance your worries away | READ HERE Summary: when you signed up for a beginners ballroom dancing class with your boyfriend, you hadn’t expected to be standing without a dancing partner. But then again, life has a funny way of working out

things you left unsaid | READ HERE Summary: having casual sex with Tom despite having feelings for him? What could go wrong?

put in love and don’t give up | READ HERE Summary: honestly, you never pegged Tom for the kind of guy that ghosts people, but here you are. Ghosted.

will you find me (afterlife) | READ HERE Summary: the five stages of grief start with denial and it didn’t seem like Tom was going leave that stage anytime soon.

honest feelings and bad timing (COMPLETE) | Teaser | One | Two Summary: It’s always been you, Tom and Harrison. A package deal. But sometimes things change.

series

swanky fortune (in progress) last updated on 31st of October 2019

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

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jahayla-parker · 9 months

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Crazed : Tom Holland x Reader

Descr: 8k wc, A crazed fan breaks into Tom's house when his girlfriend is home and she has to defend herself until Tom's security gets there.

Warnings: curse words, violence, stalker/crazy fan behavior, hostage situation, threats, danger, mentions of a break-in, (minor) injuries, hospital (brief), knife/blade, keys used as weapon.

Y/n rubbed her boyfriend Tom’s shoulders as he pinched the bridge of his nose. She knew he was stressing out over the recent safety concerns that had arisen for the couple. Y/n knew that Tom would handle it; even before the multiple promises he made to do so. But, she still wanted to wipe the frown off his face as he called his security team.

They had recently been made aware that there was an… overzealous fan of Tom’s that posed a risk to the couple’s safety. Tom’s brother and personal assistant Harry, had noticed someone was following them one afternoon. They contacted Tom’s security team immediately and had them look into it.

Allegedly, when the security personnel asked the fan to stop following the couple, things escalated. The fan had made numerous comments that concerned Tom’s security. The first was the fan’s statement on how they were Tom’s one true love; not y/n. The second was when the same fan commented that y/n needed to learn her place and stay away from Tom. Then of course came the standard stalkerish fan remarks such as claiming she knew where the couple had been at any given moment, that she had a shrine of Tom with photos that no one else had seen as she’d taken them herself, and that she was in love with Tom and knew he’d come around and choose her.

It wasn’t like Tom had no former experience with overzealous fans. But this was on a whole other level. The fact that this fan made his own security concerned for y/n, made Tom panic. Between his team's and his own suggestions, Tom had ensured that they always had at least two security guards with them.

Tom felt guilty for having to limit their privacy even more than normal when going on dates, or whenever they simply left the house. But, he refused to let something happen to y/n. Which was why he had to call his security team again today.

Earlier today Y/n had gotten a call from an unknown number. She always ignored calls from unknown numbers. As such, y/n had let the call go to voicemail. However, when she checked her voicemail, y/n felt the same panic Tom had been experiencing.

The fan who Tom had been worried about for several weeks by then had somehow found y/n’s personal phone number. Y/n knew it wasn’t super rare for celebrities and their friends and family to have their personal information leaked. But, the message that the fan left was very troubling.

The girl had threatened to harm y/n if she didn’t break up with Tom. She even went so far as to show she had the address of y/n’s work; as ‘proof to take her seriously’. The fan also had the address of y/n’s last residence. Y/n and Tom began living together months ago. But, technically y/n’s old apartment was still in her name as the lease wasn’t up for another month and a half.

When y/n told Tom about the voicemail, he immediately asked her to play it for him. His fury and fear skyrocketed as he heard the passion behind the fan’s voice. He couldn’t believe this was happening to begin with, much less to this extent. Tom was adamant something had to be done, starting with calling his security and demanding increased protection for y/n.

“We need to increase y/n’s security,” Tom ordered immediately upon his lead security officer answering his call. He felt y/n rest her head on his shoulder, rubbing his arm to try and calm him. Tom crooked his neck and placed a soft kiss to y/n’s head as he listened to his security guard’s response.

“No, you don’t understand,” Tom groaned, standing up from the couch. He began pacing their living room as he tried to keep himself in check. He couldn’t understand why his security wasn’t just listening to him. Y/n needed more security, immediately. “I’m going to send you something,” Tom said, pulling the phone from his ear just long enough to forward the threatening voicemail.

“Tommy,” y/n whispered as Tom put the phone back up to his ear as he waited on a response. She smiled warmly at him when he looked her way. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “breathe please”.

Tom nodded in response to y/n’s request. He took a few deep breaths as he faintly heard the voicemail being played in the background. Tom hummed as he heard his security guard call for another officer to look into the voicemail. “See?” Tom asked in frustration, “she needs more security”.

Y/n watched as Tom nodded along to whatever his security was suggesting. She sighed in relief at seeing his lessening worry. She didn’t know what they were telling Tom, but it was helping. Y/n kissed Tom’s neck right under his earlobe as she waited for him to end the call and update her.

“Tom, look, I know you’re worried, but-” y/n sighed. Tom wanted her to not go in to work today. To be fair, it was a suggestion from his security when he called them last night, but Tom jumped on board with the idea without hesitation.

Tom frowned. “You’re not going to stay home?” He asked, his voice sad and eyes worried. “Please?” Tom requested, squeezing y/n’s hand.

Y/n pursed her lips. “I have work, T,” she argued softly.

“I know,” Tom agreed. “And I’m sorry, I dragged you into this -".

Y/n shook her head, “no. This isn’t on you Tom. I’ve told you that”. She sighed, “but, that doesn’t mean I can just stay stuck at home all day every day until this...overzealous fan chills out”.

“Overzealous?!” Tom huffed. “Darling, she’s bloody crazy!” He exclaimed. “This isn’t some slightly obsessed fan, she’s insane and she wants to hurt you.”

Y/n bit her lip and nodded. He was right. The voicemail had truly scared her. And she knew Tom knew that. Even if he hadn’t already been protective before, he certainly would’ve become so upon seeing how much it freaked her out.

“Just for today?” Tom pleaded. “I’m already working on a more long-term solution,” he assured her.

Y/n sighed softly as she thought it over. She didn’t have a ton to do at work today, so perhaps it wouldn’t be the end of the world. “Okay, if it will make you happy, I’ll stay home today,” she accepted.

Tom grinned and pulled y/n in for a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he gushed. “I know it’s not ideal, but I’ll try to come home for lunch, and-" Tom rambled.

Y/n giggled. She rubbed Tom’s chest as she leaned back. “Handsome, you don’t need to do that,” she smiled. “Just focus on your scenes and rest between them, we both know you haven’t been doing that much. Hmm?”.

Tom nodded, he’d been spending most of his time between takes and scenes getting on his security about finding out who this crazy fan was and doing whatever was needed to stop them. “Okay, but,” he replied, smiling, “I’m still going to call during my lunch and check-up”.

Y/n hummed lovingly, stroking Tom’s cheeks tenderly. “You have a deal, sweetheart.”

“Okay, so, you’ll arm the security system after I leave?” Tom asked y/n.

Y/n nodded, “yes”.

“And, you have Jones’s number saved, right?” Tom wondered as he mentally made his way through his checklist. Jones was one of his security guards and Tom had requested that he be on call nearby in case something happened. Or if y/n simply felt scared that it could/would.

“Saved and set as a favorite for easy access,” y/n promised. She neared her boyfriend and set her hands on his shoulders. “Everything is in place honey.”

Tom took a shaky breath and nodded. He really didn’t want to leave her alone, but he had to go to set. He was nearly done with filming and then they’d be able to go wherever. Y/n had reminded him of that when he considered taking the day off. The sooner he was done, the sooner they could go back to Europe -for at least as long as it took until the fan was taken care of.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t anxious about y/n being home alone. But, at his security pointed out, the fan had given the address for y/n’s old apartment, her job, and has been seen on set before. This was the safest place for her. As far as they are aware, there was no reason to believe the fan has knowledge of this apartment nor that y/n and Tom even lived together.

“I’m just…” Tom sighed. He knew he was going overboard in his preparations. But he couldn’t help it, he needed to know y/n would be safe.

Y/n gave Tom a quick kiss. “Worried, sweet, adorable, I know,” she grinned. “But you’re also about to be late,” y/n giggled playfully. “So, go, get there safely, kick ass on your scenes, and we’ll talk at lunch?”

Tom smiled and nodded, holding y/n to his chest for another hug. “Alright love, I’ll call you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too,” y/n said. She pulled back from the hug and kissed Tom’s forehead. “Let me know when you get to set,” she added as Tom made his way to his car. Y/n waved goodbye before she closed the door.

Y/n quickly armed the security system. She sighed to herself before looking around as she tried to decide what to do on her unplanned day off. Y/n walked to the bedroom to change into pajamas and grab some large and comfortable blankets.

When y/n returned to the living room, she found Tom had texted her saying he’d made it to set. She smiled and sent a quick reply before settling herself on their couch. Y/n flicked the television on and scrolled through their digital movies until she landed on Uncharted. She smirked to herself and sent a photo of her movie choice to Tom before she pressed play and relaxed under her blankets.

“You okay?” Harry asked, squinting at his brother. “You seem tense and you keep saying the wrong lines,” he pointed out. Harry was not just Tom’s brother but also his personal assistant and therefore it was his job to see to whatever was bothering him. “What’s going on?”

Tom sighed and ran a hand down his face, wincing as he realized he realized he’d just messed up the makeup the crew put on him. “It’s just…” he mumbled, looking around the set before pulling his brother to the side. “You know that crazy fan?” He asked. When Harry nodded, Tom continued. “Well, they get y/n’s number and left her a threatening message”.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Is she okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, I mean, she was when I left. And, Jones hasn’t reached out to say that’s changed… But, I just…. It’s hard to clear my mind and focus,” Tom admitted.

“I get that mate, but you can’t know what’s going on if you don’t ask,” Harry said. “So, instead of stressing for likely no reason, why don’t you text her between scenes and see what she’s up to?“ he suggested.

Tom smiled and hugged his brother. “That’s a great idea mate, thank you!” He held out his hand and waited for Harry to pass him his phone.

Harry chuckled and quickly took Tom’s phone from his pocket. “Here ya are,” he said with a playful eye roll.

“Oh,” Tom chuckled. He felt his cheeks flush as he looked at the last message from his girlfriend.

“Ewww, if that’s a sext, you need to get better at hiding your reaction,” Harry groaned.

Tom glared at Harry as he shook his head. “No!” He scolded. “Apparently she’s having a movie day…” Tom mumbled bashfully.

“Okay? And…?” Harry questioned.

Tom tilted his phone so Harry could see the text thread. His blush darkened as his brother laughed and shook his head at y/n's choice of movies for the day.

“You two are gross,” Harry teased. “Ready to try this scene again now?” He asked, trying to guide Tom back to set.

Tom smiled to himself. He quickly replied to y/n’s text and passed his phone back to Harry. “Yeah, I am now,” Tom nodded.

Y/n yawned as she rose from the floor. She’d made a blanket fort earlier to watch movies in. But now, her legs were numb and tingly from the position she’d been in. Y/n tiredly made her way to the kitchen for some snacks. While she hadn’t done much today, she was exhausted. It seemed doing nothing let her body realize how tired she’d been lately.

Y/n groaned lightly upon seeing that Tom had left a nearly empty milk carton in the fridge. She had just gotten groceries, not knowing they needed milk since the n carton was still in the fridge. Y/n made a mental note to get more milk tomorrow, or tonight after Tom got home from set. She poured the last of it in her cereal bowl before going to throw the carton away.

Only, as she went to place the carton in the garbage, y/n noticed it was full. She quickly calculated what day it was and realized it was garbage day. Y/n decided to go put on some slippers so she could take the garbage out.

Y/n returned to the kitchen and tied the trash bag closed. She smiled to herself knowing Tom wouldn’t have to deal with taking the bag out tonight when he got home and instead could relax. It was the least she could do since she knew he was worrying about her more than usual today.

Y/n disarmed the security system so that her opening the back door wouldn’t trip the alarm. That was the last thing Tom needed while trying to focus on his job. She was careful though to shut the door behind her and lock it so no one could enter while she was walking to the alley to dispose of the bag. Y/n figured it was overkill, but she knew Tom would be happier knowing she’d done it.

Y/n was sure to be quick with throwing the bag in the can outside. She smiled when she noticed their neighbors’ cans hadn’t been picked up yet; she hadn’t missed pickup. Y/n cautiously looked around before walking back to her apartment.

Y/n felt some anxiety as she unlocked her back door, feeling like someone could sneak up behind her. As a result, she quickly rushed inside and locked it again. Y/n let out a sigh and decided to refocus on her movie day, designating it as a seemingly needed distraction. She grabbed her bowl of sugary cereal with little milk and headed back to her blanket fort in the living room.

Y/n paused the movie, having thought she heard something in the kitchen. She peered into the kitchen doorway from her seat and didn’t see anything. Y/n wanted to go back to her movie, but her gut told her something wasn’t right.

Y/n elected it was safest to fully check on the sound she thought she heard. So, she grabbed her phone, pulling up the favorites section of her contacts as she anxiously made her way to the kitchen. She stopped halfway there, realizing she didn’t have anything to protect herself with. Unfortunately, her ideal choice of weapon would be found in the kitchen. Y/n settled for her keys, holding them in her other hand as she resumed her quest to find the source of the sound she’d heard.

A gasp escaped y/n’s mouth as she entered the kitchen. There was a pile of broken glass underneath the back door on the far side of the room. Y/n didn’t see anyone in the room but knew this wasn’t a good sign. She hadn’t been wrong about having heard a sound, nor about the need to check on it. And, considering the broken glass had come not too long after the voicemail incident, y/n was worried they were related.

Y/n didn’t want to take her eyes off the kitchen in case someone appeared, but she suspected she should call Jones. She blindly tried to pull up his number as she stared at the back door. Y/n cautiously walked towards the knife block, hoping to grab a better weapon than her keys. Except, before y/n could get to even the halfway point, someone’s hand reached in through the broken glass on the door and unlocked the handle.

Y/n looked around for an alternative weapon since she was too far from the knife block. But, she quickly ran out of time as the person had flung the door open and entered her apartment. Y/n’s eyes widened and she began to step back. She wanted to run but she didn’t want to aggravate the girl before her. Plus, the safest way to run would be to run outside, but the girl was blocking that door.

The intruder was wearing a homemade Tom Holland shirt, making it even more obvious she was the stalkerish fan. The girl’s hair and makeup was overly done up, as if she was going out on a date or to an event. She was glaring aggressively at y/n as she walked further into the kitchen.

Once y/n sensed she’d backed up enough to make it to the doorway to the living room, she turned and bolted from the kitchen. She scolded herself as she realized her blanket fort in the living room now provided a large obstacle, blocking her from easy access to the front door. Before y/n could decide if she could crash through the mess of blankets and furniture supporting them, she heard the fan’s loud footsteps running after her.

Y/n sharply turned the corner and started to the stairs. She looked down at her phone as she ran, clicking on Jones’ contact. Just as y/n’s finger went to press call, she felt a hand on her ankle. She screeched as she tugged her foot away and tried to stumble up the rest of the stairs.

Y/n kept running up the stairs as the fan angrily screamed her name. She once again tried to call Jones, only this time she tripped on one of Tom’s shoes that had been left on the staircase. In her attempt to not lose her balance and fall down the steps, y/n used her hand to push herself back up. Only, this caused her phone to slip from her hands and tumble down the stairs. Y/n fell to the ground as she turned to grab the device. Except, she wasn’t quick enough.

Y/n silently watched in terror as her lifeline bounced past the crazed fan on the stairs. She froze as she saw the glint of the knife the fan had in her hand. Y/n swallowed thickly and decided her best bet was to try and lock herself in the bathroom and scream; hoping the neighbors would hear and call the police. She quickly stood back up and turned around. “HELP!” Y/n shouted, hoping by chance a window was open.

“I just want to talk!” The fan replied, bouncing up the steps after y/n.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Y/n yelled back, finally mounting the stairs. She rushed towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. A painful scratch on the back of her right shoulder caused y/n to stop. Y/n knew instantly from the way there were four simultaneous scratches that the fan had used her acrylic nails to scrape at y/n.

Y/n hissed in pain and spun around to try and fight off the fan. She fortunately still had her keys in her fist. As such, she lunged forward and dug them against the fan’s face. Y/n used the fan’s shock to turn and run the rest of the way to the bathroom.

As y/n tried to shut the bathroom door, she was blocked by the fan’s foot. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” she shouted, trying to shove the girl’s foot out of the way. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!”

“JUST LET ME TALK!” The fan argued, pushing against the bathroom door.

“I DON’T WANT TO TALK!” Y/n groaned. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” she asked, slamming the door repeatedly against the fan’s leg as the girl banged on the other side of the bathroom door.

“YOU STOLE MY ONE TRUE LOVE!” the fan screamed, the knife stabbing the door.

Y/n flinched backward as the knife sliced into the thin wooden door separating her from the crazy fan. During y/n’s brief reaction, the fan shoved the door open. Y/n fell backward onto the ground. She shouted again in desperation, praying someone heard her.

The fan stood over y/n with a furious expression. “YOU. STOLE. TOM. FROM. ME.” She seethed, leaning closer to y/n as she was flat on her back against the bathroom floor.

Y/n lifted her arms over her head to shield her face. “GO AWAY!” she shouted, kicking at the fan. Y/n gasped as the fan grabbed ahold of y/n’s hair. She used her keys to scratch the fan’s arm of the hand she was holding y/n with.

“STOP FIGHTING ME!” The fan complained, tugging on y/n’s hair. She used her other hand to try and pry the keys from y/n’s hand.

Y/n stared at the fan in bewilderment. “YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY!” She cried, continuing her kicking and scratching. Y/n faintly heard her phone ringing from the other room. She silently pleaded with the universe for it to be Tom checking on her. If it was, she knew he’d send security over if she didn’t answer.

The crazed fan continued to fight with y/n until y/n spat at her in an attempt to get the girl to back up enough for y/n to get off the floor. The fan glared and hissed at y/n. “THAT’S IT!” She shouted, grabbing the knife from where she’d set it on the bathroom counter; out of reach from y/n. She dropped to her knees and placed the blade against y/n’s throat.

Y/n gulped as terror shot though every fiber of her being. She could keep using her keys, especially now that the girl was close enough for y/n to jab them into her eyes. Only, the knife against her throat made y/n worry the fan wouldn’t hesitate to push the blade into her as a response to such an attempt.

“Drop it, or I’ll make you regret it,” The fan threatened. She smirked when y/n shakingly let go of the keys.

“Okay…” y/n mumbled, wincing as her neck grazed against the knife’s blade as she spoke. “Y-you wanted to t-talk?” She asked rhetorically. “W-we can talk,” y/n offered. Hopefully, she could keep the fan talking long enough for help to reach her.

“No!” The fan scoffed. “I don’t want to talk,” she snarked.

Y/n tried to lean back from the blade, the firm tile of the bathroom floor not allowing her much relief. “B-but, you said-,” y/n argued.

“That was before this!” The fan shouted. She raised her non dominant hand, letting go of y/n’s hair.

Y/n noticed the blood dripping from the fan’s arm. She looked back up at the fan with fearful eyes. “Then… wha-what do you want?” Y/n asked, trying to slide backwards on the tile so she could at least use the wash to sit herself up.

“STOP MOVING YOU STUPID BITCH!” The fan scolded. “I love that man, but I swear he’s an idiot, I don’t how you tricked him into thinking he loves you, but I’m going to help him see the truth.”

Y/n’s eyes widened as she froze. She didn’t know what else there was to do at this point. She’d tried to fight but was out armed. She tried to scream but no one heard. She tried to call security but her phone fell. The only thing left was to try and get the crazy fan to drop her guard slightly.

“I… I… I’m sorry… I…” y/n lied, trying to appear weak and like the fan had cracked her. “What can I d-d-do?” She pleaded with fake tears. “H-how can I h-help? Please, I’ll do anything,” y/n fibbed.

“You- you want to help me?” The fan questioned hesitantly.

Y/n nodded, wincing as the blade scratched her skin. “I.. I had my fun…” she mumbled, hating herself for even lying about it. “I… you’re clearly better for him..”.

“Really?” The fan smiled. “You admit I’m better for Tom?” She asked dreamily.

Bingo. Y/n nodded faintly again, not wanting to say it.

The fan seemed to pick up on y/n’s reasoning. “Say it,” The fan barked.

“W-what?” Y/n questioned.

“Say that I’m better for Tom, that he’d be happier with me,” The fan ordered.

Y/n swallowed, the knot on her throat hitting the blade of the knife still pressed against her. She felt nauseous and her eyes prickled with tears. Tom was the actor, not y/n. But, she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Y-you’re better for Tom,” y/n mumbled. She hoped her shaky voice and watery eyes came across as fake remorse and sorrow for the fan rather than the fear and guilt she felt. When the fan stared at y/n expectantly, y/n fought the desire to tremble as she stared back in terror. “H-he… To-Tom,” y/n corrected herself not wanting to further upset the girl by being vague, “Tom would be happier with you”.

The fan smirked with pride. She tilted her head mockingly at y/n. “I’m glad you finally see it,” The fan commented. “Now, we just need to work on what you’ll say when he gets here.”

“What? He’s-he’s not coming,” y/n stated fearfully. She hoped she was right. She wanted Tom to call security, but she didn’t want Tom to get himself caught up in this dangerous situation.

“Of course he’s coming. He thinks he loves you,” the fan sighed. “He’s wrong, of course.” The fan rolled her eyes. “But no worry, because once we show him that you don’t actually love him like he deserves, he’ll choose me, his true love,” she grinned.

Y/n tensed. “S-show him… That I-“ she mumbled.

“You’ll see. You’re going to tell him that you don’t love him,” The fan explained.

“Or…” y/n whispered, her voice cracking. She knew she’d likely lost her ruse, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t want to be forced to lie to Tom; especially about this.

“Or, I’ll remove you from the picture myself,” the fan warned. “Then he’ll finally be all mine,” She smiled.

Y/n willed herself not to cry, she had to figure out a way out of this. There was no doubt even if y/n didn’t make of it, the girl would kill Tom too once she saw Tom wasn’t going to fall in love with her the way she thought. Y/n refused to let that happen. She needed to get her and Tom out of this.

Tom ran his hand down his face as he tried dialing y/n’s number again. He’d tried twice already with no response. Granted, they were back to back, so if she was busy with something, there’d been little time to finish and answer the phone. But surely, by him calling a third time, y/n would get the seriousness behind his calls and drop whatever she’d been doing.

Tom felt his whole body go numb as his third call went to voicemail. He closed his eyes as his fear reached an all time high. He looked around to tell someone he had to leave but didn’t see Harry in the hall. Tom didn’t want to waste anymore time so he decided to just leave.

Tom ran to the set door and grabbed his jacket, yanking his keys out before dashing out the door. He threw open his car door and jumped in. He quickly dialed Jones’s phone as he sped out of the parking lot. Tom sighed when Jones didn’t answer, maybe he was already with y/n then.

Tom was only seconds from their street when Jones called him back. “Is y/n okay?! Is she with you?!” He asked after hitting accept. Tom felt a chill rush through him when Jones stated he had no idea what Tom was talking about.

Tom quickly took the corner, speeding even more as he drove closer to his apartment. “Just meet me at my house, NOW!” He shouted as he pulled into the driveway. Tom vaguely noticed Jones commenting that he and another officer were on their way.

When he threw open the front door and didn’t hear an alarm go off, Tom felt his tears rising even more. He clumsily rushed past the blanket fort y/n had made in the living room. “Y/N?! LOVE?!” Tom yelled, moving further into the apartment.

Tom glanced in the kitchen to see if the back door showed any signs of damage. Since the front door was still locked and closed, he hoped he was overreacting. Maybe y/n was just taking a nap.

Tom’s tears fell down his cheeks as he found the broken glass and open back door. “No, no, no, no, no,” he mumbled. He rushed back to the living room. “Please,” Tom whimpered.

Tom went to go up the stairs, stopping when something cracked under his foot. He slowly raised his leg and looked down. He winced as he noticed it was y/n’s phone. Tom lifted it up and saw she’d pulled up Jones’s contact. He felt his heart drop as he faintly heard a struggle upstairs.

Tom threw y/n’s phone down and bolted up the staircase. “Y/N!!” He screamed, taking the stairs three at a time. “PLEASE ANSWER ME!” He pleaded breathily as he reached the top. Tom froze as his head snapped towards the bathroom.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” Tom belted, sprinting to the end of the hall. “HEY!” He yelled, going to pull on the girl standing over his girlfriend. Tom’s breath hitched as he saw the blade pressed against y/n’s throat.

Tom froze as he stared in fear. He could see the terror and distraught in y/n’s eyes as she was pinned to the ground at knifepoint. Tom breath was shaky as his hands were fisted at his side. He tried to shoot his girlfriend a remorseful look, uncertain if she could see it from her angle. And then, he turned his eyes towards the girl holding her hostage as his eyes lit with fury.

“Back. Away. From. Her. Now.” Tom seethed, his jaw tight as he stared down the crazy fan.

“Tom! Oh my gosh,” The fan gushed. “Hi! Sorry for the mess, Uhh,” she giggled, “not to worry, I’m sure y/n will help clean it up after”.

Tom squinted harshly at the girl. “After? After what?” He asked dreadfully. He tried to look around the girl to see how y/n was doing. His eyes widened upon seeing drops of blood on the white tile flooring. Tom glanced back at the fan, “please. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Take it!” He pleaded.

“Is it money?” Tom questioned, “you can have it. Call my brother and he’ll help get it all out from the bank for you”.

Y/n tried to speak, but her voice was muffled as the fan pressed the flat edge against her more forcefully in warning. She squirmed and debated whether she should try and fight the fan off again now that Tom was here.

“Y/n,” Tom whimpered. “Don’t, please,” he begged, “I’ve got this”. Tom looked back towards the fan with his hands held up. “Just call him, his name is in my phone-".

“Harry, duh. I know your brother’s name, silly,” the fan laughed. “I know all their names! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?!” She shook her head in disbelief.

Tom tried to resist looking confused as he slowly nodded. “Okay…” he mumbled, “so… then uhh,.. Yeah, call him and he’ll get you however much you want. It’s all yours. Just, let y/n go, please”.

“I don’t want your money,” the fan tsked.

“You.. you don’t?” Tom sighed in frustration. “Then wh-what do you want?” He asked hopelessly. “Merch? Harry can get that too. Ummm autographs? Tell me what to sign. Umm, do you want-“ Tom rambled, trying to find a solution.

The crazed fan pouted. “I don’t want anything from you babe,” she answered. “Relax, you don’t have to do anything Tommy bear.”

Tom’s breath wavered as he tried to keep his composure. “Then… then wh-why is my girlfriend on the-?” He stopped himself as the fan glared and turned to y/n, gripping the knife tighter. Tom realized his mistake; this fan claimed in her message that she thought she was his one true love.

“Ex,” the fan hissed, turning back to Tom. “Your ex-girlfriend,” she corrected.

Tom swallowed tensely. Even though the statement was false, it didn’t sit well with him. Even more concerning though was that he had no idea where the fan was going with all of this if she already decided y/n was his ex.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” The girl sighed with what sounded like sympathy. “You’re about to hear why that’s a good thing,” she said. “And I’ll be here to help you through it after.”

Tom opened his mouth to ask what exactly the girl meant when suddenly she was ordering y/n to sit up. He flinched forward instinctively when y/n struggled to get into a seated position. Tom only stopped himself when the fan pressed the knife closer to y/n’s skin, grazing it slightly. Ironically, he wanted to move towards y/n even more after that in order to get the knife away from her, but he knew any movement on his behalf could make things drastically worse in seconds; before he would have time to stop it.

Y/n rested her head against the wall of the bathroom. Her cheek brushed against the toilet paper holder installed beside her on the wall. She couldn’t get herself to look at Tom knowing what the fan was about to make her do. The fan had warned/instructed y/n on it prior to Tom’s arrival.

“Okay, speak,” The fan ordered. She moved infinitesimal to the side so Tom could see y/n clearly.

Y/n closed her eyes and shook her head. She no longer cared about the pain that came with such movement. Y/n felt her tears stream down her face as she tried not to shake. Her stomach was in knots and all she wanted to do was throw up.

“NOW!” The fan shouted, her anger rising at y/n’s lack of cooperation.

Tom flinched at the sudden outburst. He kept his eyes focused on his terrified girlfriend. He watched as her eyes opened and he nodded for her to comply with whatever the fan was saying to do. “Y-y/n, it’s okay, just say it,” Tom pleaded softly.

“See, Tom wants the truth,” the girl remarked. “Now,” she glared at y/n, “tell him”.

Y/n whimpered as she held eye contact with her boyfriend. She saw him silently begging her with his eyes to just do it. Y/n sniffled as she closed her eyes. “I… I… I can’t,” she resisted.

“Do it or I swear!” The girl screeched.

Tom saw the wild look in the girl’s eyes and his fear increased. “Y/n,” he whispered. “I.. I want to hear the truth,” Tom mumbled, playing along with whatever the fan was going for.

Y/n squeezed her eyes tighter and shook. She didn’t want to do this. “I… I don’t….” Y/n mumbled, stopping when the fan yelled for her to use full sentences. “I used you,” She lied.

The words tasted vile as y/n spoke her instructed words aloud. “I.. I don’t love you.” She cried, her resulting movement causing the edge of the blade to seep into her skin. “I-I-I never did. I never l-loved you,” y/n repeated as she’d been told to. She felt her body go limp in defeat after uttering the false but nonetheless hurtful words to Tom.

Tom knew what y/n was saying wasn’t true. But, he could see how badly it hurt her to just repeat them. Nonetheless, he knew he had to play along to get the crazy fan to let y/n go. Fortunately, Tom was already crying.

“O-oh,” Tom whispered with pretend shock. “I… I thought…” he sighed, stepping back in hopes the fan would follow him.

“It’s okay,” the fan soothed. “It’s okay Tommy bear, I’m here for you.” “You don’t need her, I can show you what real love is,” she promised.

Tom noticed the fan had moved closer to him, further from y/n. She was still between the two of them with the knife, but it was no longer at y/n’s throat. Tom wiped his eyes dramatically with a frown. “But… I just…. I can’t believe…” he murmured, taking another few steps down the hall.

The fan sighed. “I know, it’s cruel,” she agreed, “but, aren’t you glad to find out before it was too late?”

Tom shrugged as he yet again moved back some, the fan unconsciously following him. He tried to shoot y/n a sign to be ready to run when the girl eventually exited the bathroom, but y/n wasn’t looking at him. He sighed and quickly improvised. “It’s just…y/n,” Tom whimpered, the fan pouting as he seemingly cried over y/n’s ‘declaration’.

Y/n looked up at hearing Tom say her name. She noticed the way he immediately made eye contact with her and then shifted his gaze to the floor. Y/n looked around and realized the crazy chick and Tom had stepped further into the hall. She was no longer at knifepoint.

Y/n quietly slid her hand toward the keys she’d abandoned earlier. She mentally thanked the girl for being stupid enough to not kick them away. Once she had the keys in reach, y/n took a deep breath as she thought of a game plan. She had to be careful, she didn’t want Tom getting stuck in the crossfire or for the fan to flip out on him in retaliation.

Y/n glanced back up at Tom as she heard him still mumbling about his shock over her statement. In doing so, she noticed a shadow in the staircase. Something she assumed the fan hadn’t seen due to staring crazily at Tom. Y/n took one last deep breath before she silently moved for the keys.

Y/n held the keys in her hands and tried to give Tom a warning glance. She then got onto her knees and leaned forward until she dug the keys into the girl’s leg. Y/n nearly vomited at the force she had to use to puncture the girl’s leg more than just a scratch. But, it was enough for her to get the girl to spin away from Tom.

As the fan turned on y/n, Tom rushed forward to try and grab the knife.

Y/n threw herself back to the ground as she prepared for the knife to contact her.

Before Tom could reach the crazy girl, he heard a buzzing sound and the girl fell to her knees, the knife hitting the ground beside y/n. He snapped his head behind him and saw his security guards standing there, one of whom had tased the fan.

Tom tried to run to y/n but one of the guards stopped him. The one with the taser sidestepped him, likely going to grab the crazy girl. But Tom pushed past both of them and ran to the bathroom. He jumped over the spasming fan in the doorway and fell to his knees beside y/n.

Tom sighed as he saw Y/n was still hunched over, waiting for the impact. “I-It’s just m-me, love,” he whispered tenderly before cautiously placing a hand on her back. When she flinched, he pulled his hand back. But, as y/n turned to look up at him with tears in her eyes, he pulled her to his chest.

“Shhhhh I’ve got you,” Tom cooed, rocking y/n lightly. “You’re safe.” “I’m so sorry”. He repeated these words and similar sentiments as they both cried and held onto each other. Tom faintly heard his security taking the girl away, but he didn’t look away from y/n.

“T-t-To-T-To-“ y/n mumbled, tears still flowing down her face.

“Shhh, you don’t have to talk,” Tom assured her, delicately wiping her cheeks. “I’m here, it’s okay now.”

Y/n shook her head as another sob left her body. “I-I… I didn’t mean it!” She cried. “I swear, T-Tom. I didn’t mean any of what s-she-“.

Tom frowned and pulled y/n back to his chest. He rested his lips on the top of her head as he sighed. “I know darling, I know,” he told her. “I know she made you say it,” Tom acknowledged.

Y/n fisted Tom’s shirt as she cried into his chest. “I … I didn’t… I didn’t want to say it…” she cried. “I didn’t mean it. I swear. I didn’t mean it.” Y/n repeated.

Tom listened respectfully as y/n kept repeating herself. He pressed loving kisses to her scalp as he waited for her to calm down. After a few minutes, Tom began replying with a quiet, “I know” each time y/n promised she hadn’t meant what she said.

Tom didn’t know how long this continued. To him it felt like an eternity having to hear y/n’s choked sobs and needless apologies. But, he noticed she suddenly went quiet. Tom cautiously cupped y/n’s face and tilted it so he could see her eyes.

“I love you,” y/n promised. She gazed up into Tom’s eyes and sniffled. “I love you.”

Tom smiled softly at y/n before giving her a quick kiss. “I love you too,” he whispered.

Y/n took Tom’s face in her hands and needily pulled him in for a longer kiss. She closed her eyes as she sunk her fingers into his hair and held him close. Y/n felt a few more tears leave her eyes as she savored the taste of Tom’s lips.

“Are you hurt?” Tom asked when they pulled back, resting his forehead on y/n’s.

“I.. I don’t think so,” y/n mumbled.

“I...-there was… is…blood on the floor,” Tom argued worryingly.

Y/n pulled back and looked over at the spots Tom was referencing. “Oh, I.. I think that’s hers,” she admitted. “I kinda tore up her arm before you got here,” y/n said, eyeing her keys.

Tom hummed and smiled faintly. “I’m so p-proud of you,” he told y/n. He saw y/n’s disagreement and shook his head. “You kept yourself alive until help could come,” Tom argued. “I s-saw you tried to call Jones, you ran, you fought back, you did what you needed to do to survive.”

Y/n sniffled. “I didn’t want to say that… I shouldn’t have-“.

Tom sighed. “I know you didn’t, and I’m sorry you had to. But that’s just it, you had to,” He pointed out. “I know you didn’t mean it. I’m not hurt or mad. I’m thankful you did what you needed to do. I’m thankful you were so strong,” Tom whimpered lightly.

Y/n flattened her lips and nodded. “I’m just glad you’re here. Thank you for c-coming for me.”

“Always. Now, are you sure-” Tom began, stopping suddenly. He abruptly stood up and carefully pulled y/n up with him. “Your neck,” he muttered, gently tilting her chin up for a better view.

“Shit,” Tom hissed, upset he’d momentarily forgotten about seeing the knife slice y/n’s neck. He eyed the thin line with a deep frown. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

Y/n huffed. “Tom, please, I just… I just wanna lay down and sleep,” she cried.

Tom sucked in his lips and nodded in understanding. “Okay. You will,” he promised. “Just after you get that cut looked at,” Tom declared. “Don’t worry, I’m going with you,” he said upon seeing the fear return to y/n’s eyes.

“You didn’t tell me she clawed your back,” Tom sighed, squeezing y/n’s hand as the doctor gave y/n a tetanus booster shot.

“I forgot,” y/n laughed humorously. She sighed, “doesn’t really hurt too much though”.

Tom nodded. “And your throat?” He questioned, eyeing the bandage covering her neck.

“That one hurts like a bitch,” y/n admitted with a quiet laugh. “But, I’ll be fine,” She promised. “But…Tom…. I….” y/n trailed off.

“You what, love?” Tom inquired.

“I don’t really… umm..” y/n sighed and cleared her throat. She immediately winced at the pain that shot through her as a result. Y/n huffed and looked back at Tom, who was watching her with a sorrowful look. “I don’t want to go home… I… I know she’s gone… but…”

Tom nodded rapidly, squeezing y/n’s hand again. “We’re not going back there,” He promised. “W-when the police are umm,… done with their stuff… I’ll have Harry hire some people to help move our stuff out,” Tom stated.

Y/n smiled appreciatively at how Tom had already considered her not wanting to go back there after tonight. “But… Where are we going to stay? You are staying with me still, right?” She asked nervously.

“Of course!” Tom promised. “For now, I can take time off and we can go back to London. Or, we’ll get a hotel or new apartment until the show wraps. Whatever you want darling,” he comforted.

“You need to finish-“ y/n began. She noticed Tom was about to argue with her so she smiled and shook her head. “I want you to finish. But I won’t argue to you taking a few days off right now,” she admitted bashfully.

Tom sighed with relief, not wanting to go back to work just yet. More so, not wanting to be away from y/n again just yet. “Okay, so new place it is, we’ll get a hotel for tonight,” he decided. “Then, figure it out from there,” Tom said softly.

Y/n nodded and smiled lightly at Tom. “Can we go now?” She asked.

Tom chuckled quietly. “Once you’re cleared, darling,” he said, looking at the doctor.

“You’re all patched up, let me just get the discharge paperwork for you to sign and the at-home instructions to take care of your wounds,” the doctor offered with a sympathetic smile. “Then you’re free to go,” he told the couple as he left the room.

Y/n sighed and squeezed Tom’s hand. She was beyond ready to get out of the hospital. To be somewhere comfortable and safe. With Tom.

“In addition to the guards outside,” Tom said, nodding his head towards the door to y/n’s emergency room where a few of his security were. “I tasked Harry with booking the safest hotel he can find. I’m also going to have guards on each entrance to the hotel, and one outside watching our room if we have a patio, and a couple in the hallway by our door, they’ve been told they’ll be working around the clock, and-“ he rambled.

“Tom, I appreciate all of that,” y/n confessed. “But… She’s been arrested. I don’t think we need that many…” she argued.

Tom nodded. “You’re probably right. But… I know you keep saying it’s not my fault….” He sighed. “But, I can’t help it… please just let me do this for you, until things settle down?”

Y/n smiled warmly and nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

“Tom, you can sleep now, we’re safe,” y/n promised, snuggling into his side as he held her.

“I know,” Tom whispered. “I just want to stay awake and just hold you for a bit,” he confessed. “But, please, rest darling, you’ve had a terribly long day,” Tom pleaded, kissing y/n’s forehead.

Y/n hummed quietly as she breathed in Tom’s cologne. “I love you,” she whispered, melting into his embrace.

“I love you too,” Tom replied, smiling down at y/n. “Thank you for being such a fighter today,” he added, tenderly running his thumb over the space between her brows to soothe her. Tom grinned to himself as he watched y/n quickly drift off to sleep. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if things had gone differently today, but he was glad he didn’t have to find out.

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the happiest place on earth

Synopsis: In a turn of events, Tom gets to be the man in the Spider-Man suit at Disneyland. But what happens when he meets you and blows his cover?

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: None

A/N: salut! I am back for a second! I wrote this months ago but I was too busy to post it :( anyways I hope you enjoy!

“Okay Tom, remember. You gotta speak in your Peter voice for the entirety of the meet and greet, and you shouldn’t try to do or say anything that would give you away.” The coordinator of the Avengers campus stated to Tom.

He had no idea that he would be putting on the suit today, and having photos taken of him in the suit, yet here he was.

He had come to Disneyland with his assistant and manager to check out the new Avengers campus since he had the day off. He didn’t attend the opening ceremony because he was in London working on a project, so he decided to check it out when he had a free chance in Los Angeles. He thought he was surprising the theme park by him coming by, but instead he got a surprise of his own.

“Our actor for Spider-Man came down ill, and we can’t get anyone into the suit quick enough for Spidey to make an appearance today.”

The coordinators and photographers all looked over at Tom while he stood there nervously. He knows the importance of being there for your job, and he didn’t want to leave Disney hanging. So he knew what the solution had to be.

“Put me in the suit. I can take photos with guests, and I have the accent down perfectly.”

“No!” The coordinator exclaimed. “We can’t put you in the suit whatsoever. What happens if someone finds out?”

“No one will.” Tom assured him. “It’ll only be for an hour or so, and it’ll work out perfectly. I promise.”

Tom’s manager looked worryingly over at him, but Tom only nodded his head. “It’s only gonna be for an hour, I can handle it.”

Since the Spider-Man character at Disneyland was based off of Tom, the proportions of the suit were almost perfect. It was the correct height, and although it was a tad bit tight, it was manageable.

“Remember what I told you—don’t make any wrong choices.”

“I won’t, I’ve got this.” The photographers led Tom to the location that they were taking photos with Spider-Man at, which was near the front of Avengers Headquarters..

A queue had already formed when Tom walked over to the location, and taking a deep breath in, Tom walked out and mentally prepared himself for this.

A young kid with his twin sister and mom were the first in line, and Tom noticed that the little boy was wearing a Spider-Man suit of his own.

“Would you look at that.” Tom giddily said to the boy, “I can’t believe I’m looking at the real Spider-Man! Can I have your autograph?” Tom asked the kid, and knelt down to be at eye level. The boy’s face lit up, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“I want your autograph too please.” Tom got two pieces of paper from the photographers and proceeded to sign one of the papers for the kid, and the boy (whom he found out was named Calum) wrote his name on the other and handed it to Tom.

After some photos, Tom wished the kids farewell and worked his way through the queue.

Tom was finding it fun to do this, and he enjoyed keeping the secret that it wasn’t just any actor pretending to be Spider-Man—it was the real deal.

The line had started to slow down after thirty minutes, and he counted about 25 people left. He was so busy counting the crowd that he didn’t notice you walking towards him.

The photographers led you to Tom, and when he noticed someone walking towards him, he gasped.

“She’s pretty, yeah?” One of the photographers whispered to Tom. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, and he nearly melted into a puddle when you looked at him. His breathing subconsciously became faster, and before he knew it he was about to start panicking.

For once in your life, be cool. He thought to himself. His heart was beating out of his chest, and he was sure he would have a panic attack. Yet all of his nerves dissipated when he saw your smile, and as a wave of calm washed over him, he lightly cleared his throat and prepared to speak in his American accent.

“Well hello there darling, how are you on this fine day?” He asked, and just as he finished his sentence, he began to mentally curse at himself. Who says that? He thought to himself, so much for being natural and suave

“I’m doing fantastic on this fine day, my good sir.” You replied with a beaming smile, and to top off the comment, you playfully bowed and did a curtsy. This earned a laugh from both you and Tom, and when he jokingly bowed back, you two were full on giggling now.

When he saw that the photographer was motioning to him that it was time for a photo op, Tom reached out his hand for you to grab. When you did so, he gently brought your hand to his face and gave it a kiss. He heard a click of the camera, and continued to play up his actions.

“You know how to make a girl melt, don’t you Peter?” You asked.

The mention of Peter brought him back to reality, and it made him realize that this was all pretend. He wasn’t Tom flirting with you, instead it was Peter, and Spider-Man. None of this was real, no matter how badly he wished it was.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He finally answered back, his tone turning downwards at the end of the sentence. Before he could say much else, the staff members that were watching gave him a look and pointed down at the watches, signaling that time was almost up.

“Would you like to pose for a picture with me?” He asked, and you nodded happily.

“I know you probably get this a lot, but can we do the famous Spider-Man squat pose?” You asked excitedly, “it just looks so cool when you do it.”

This comment made Tom smile, and he popped a squat to get into the position.

As he bent down, you sneaked a look of his behind, and let out a small gasp. Tom didn’t see you staring, but the photographers sure did, and they all stifled a laugh

“What’s so funny?” He asked, but when he looked at you your eyes were wide, and your expression embarrassed. “Did my suit rip or something?”

“I’m surprised it didn’t, since you’ve got a fat ass.” You blurted out without thinking. When you realised what you said, you covered your mouth and closed your eyes. “Oh no, I said that out loud, huh?”

“Oh you sure did honey.” Tom replied, “but I must admit I’m quite flattered by that.”

Since your comment caught him off guard, he replied in his regular British accent, and not as Peter Parker.

“Shit.” He uttered under his breath, and looked over at you who was staring at him with the widest eyes he’s ever seen.

You opened your mouth and said, “You’re-”

“Done.” The cast member frantically answered, and grabbed Tom’s arm. “I’m so sorry but Spider-Man has to leave…and um, save the world!” The cast member led Tom away from you, and the photographers quickly followed him.

With a quick turn of the head, Tom turned around to look at you one last time and waved at you, and yelled “sorry!”

You stood firmly in your tracks, and watched as they frantically whisked Tom away. As he was being led away from you, you saw him turn his head around repeatedly to see if you were still behind him, but less than a minute later, he lost you in the crowd, never to see you again.

Tom was led frantically by the cast member who was watching over Tom, and Tom knew that he was gonna be in trouble. It was an honest mishap, yet he knew his cast members and his assistant would not be happy with him,

“Are you crazy?!” The cast member retorted. “Now that girl knows it was you in the suit, and once she blabs about it, we’re going to have a fiasco on our hands.”

Tom watched as the member was becoming visibly angry, but in his defense, he didn’t think he would break character. He was fine all day, no problem at all. It wasn’t until you flustered him so much that he slipped a little bit, big deal.

“I don’t think she’ll-”

“How do you know, hm? She could go on social media and say something, or, or…” the cast member stammered, “well I don’t know what she’ll do with that information, but it could go badly for us.”

“Or maybe if she does say anything, no one will believe her.” Tom’s assistant spoke up. “She has no proof, and even if she did, it could be anyone in the costume.”

“True.” The cast member added. “It just could’ve gone terribly.”

Tom looked at his assistant and the cast member, and sighed. “She was really nice, so I doubt she’ll say anything. And even if she does, there’s no proof, which means that no one is in trouble.” He adjusted himself in his chair, and crossed his arms.

“Right,” his assistant responded, then picked up her belongings. “Are you ready to go Tom?” She looked over at him, and frowned when she saw the frown that was on his face. To be honest, all Tom wanted to do was rush into the park and find you, even if just for a second. You left such a wonderful impression on him, and he would do anything to see you one more time.

This thought gave him an idea--maybe not the best one, but an idea nevertheless.

Tom, not wanting to show his hand, feigned indifference. “Um, yeah. Let me just get out of the suit, grab my things and use the restroom.” When he got up from his chair and walked over to his bag, he noticed that the back door of the dressing room was barely propped open. The main door where they entered the dressing room was on the other side of the room, which gave Tom another idea. He walked back over to the chair where he was sitting, and placed his bag on the nearby table

His manager nodded, and Tom pulled out his clothes from earlier and set them down on the table.

“Would it be possible to get a bit of privacy?” He asked as nonchalantly as he could.

“Yeah, of course.” His manager replied, “we’ll be waiting for you outside the door.” She pointed towards the door they came in, and Tom nodded his head in agreement.

“Sounds great, see you in a bit.” He began to unzip himself from the suit and watched as the two left the room. Quickly he threw off the suit, and stuffed his clothes that he came in back in his bag. He rummaged through the bag, and let out a small squeak as he saw another shirt and pair of pants.

“Now they won’t be able to spot me in a crowd.” He said to himself, and quickly began to change into his new outfit. He got dressed in record time, and ran into the bathroom to fix his appearance.

Knowing that they were still expecting him to use the restroom, he flushed the toilet without using it, washed his hands and ran back towards the door where his manager was waiting for him.

“I’m almost done, just give me like 3 more minutes.” He exclaimed through the door.

“It’s okay, take your time.” His manager answered back.

“Thanks!” He replied, and quietly made his way to the other side of the dressing room, where the other door was. If he was correct, this door would lead him to the other end of the hallway, where he’d be able to slink into the park, no problem.

He quickly and carefully opened the door, and peeked his head out of the entryway. There was no one around, and so Tom sped walked out of the door and towards the main exit. As the tunnels made sharp turns, he made sure to look before he rounded the corner to make sure the coast was clear.

The doorway was in his sight, and was less than a minute away, as long as he kept up his brisk walk.

“Please let me be able to get out, please let me be able to get out.” He pleaded to himself as he swiftly approached the door. Extending his arm outwards towards the door handle, he pushed with force and he was met with the bright sun in his eyes. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the brightness, but it didn’t take long for him to realize where he was at—in Hollywood Land, which is right next to the Avengers campus.

“Oh thank god.” He sighed in relief, “but I still have to be careful. I have to make sure no one recognizes me at all, whatsoever.” Placing his sunglasses on and putting on a white golfing cap, he set out on his most important mission today—finding you in an endless sea of people.

—- Amusement parks are great places to get lost in, due to the sheer amount of people around. It surprisingly allowed for him to have some anonymity, and because he was wandering around the park by himself, he got to cut the lines on many of the popular rides. Seeing children with smiles on their faces, couples walking around with intertwined hands, and happy families brought a lot of joy to Tom.

People weren’t lying, he thought to himself, this truly is the happiest place on earth.

Tom, of course, realized that people were still looking for him, and he just kept ignoring all of their pleading calls and texts. For once, he just wanted to feel like a real person, and not be micromanaged. And even though he was still having fun, he couldn’t stop searching the crowd for you. At first, it was exciting, but now, it feels borderline creepy.

After an hour, the insistent calls and texts ended, with the last text saying we won’t look for you, but when you’re done wandering around the park, let me know.

It’s been hours of him wandering through endless crowds of people, yet there was no sight of you anywhere. The previously warm California day had cooled down into a crisp winter night, and the cold was making the search for you less fun. Now all Tom felt was cold, tired, and hopeless.

This is just getting creepy now man, why have I spent over three hours looking for this girl? He pondered to himself. Now I’ve turned into an obsessed fan, yikes.

I have to give up. I have no other choice.

As he sat underneath the shade of the tree in New Orleans Square, he took a deep breath in, and mentally told himself to remember this feeling of happiness and solace. He knew that he would have to call his assistant back to tell her where he is, but he didn’t want this feeling of content to end so soon. As the cool winter breeze enveloped him, he smelled the delicious churro stand that was near the main walkway.

Dang that smells good, I’ve gotta get one. Or maybe two, or three…

Tom got up from his seat and walked over to the stand. The line was sparse, so it didn’t take long for him to move to the front of the line. He stood in the line and ordered two, because he couldn’t decide on an original or a s’mores churro.

“That’ll be $7.50.” The vendor said. Tom fumbled for his wallet, yet while doing so, he dropped it on the ground beside him.

“Well, that’s embarrassing.” He muttered under his breath. But before he could crouch down to pick it up, someone said—

“Here you go.”

“Cheers.” Tom held out his hand to retrieve his wallet, and looked to see who had handed it to him.

The sight of you standing there, holding his wallet, made him feel even more flustered.

“Oh, thank you.” He answered nervously, and handed the vendor a ten dollar bill. “Have a nice evening.”

“Excuse me sir, but you forgot to get your churros.” The vendor called out to him.

“Oh, that's right, huh.” He swiveled on his heels and grabbed the two churros from the vendor. “Mercy me.”

Stifling a small giggle, you clicked your tongue. “Who would’ve guessed that you would actually be like Peter.” Your eyes focused on his face turning beet red.

“Well, about that. I usually am more suave, darling.” He emphasized clearly. “But being around a pretty girl makes me nervous.”

You playfully placed your hand over your heart, and you knew that your face was getting warmer. “You’re awfully cute when you’re nervous. Now I’m nervous too, knowing that a pretty boy thinks I’m attractive.”

The both of you stood there, grinning at each other, in your own little world.

“Why did you buy two churros?” You inquired, which broke the silence between you two. “Were you planning on eating both?”

Tom glanced at you, and with a cheeky grin, he answered, “no love, I knew I was going to run into you, which is why I bought two.”

“Oh god.” You guffawed. “That was terrible acting. I’m surprised you still get gigs.” Extending your arm, you playfully tapped his shoulder. “You might want to look into a different profession.”

Tom gasped, rather dramatically. “Oi! That was incredibly rude.” He stated, his tone heavy with sarcasm. “I’m off the clock now.”

That comment earned a genuine laugh out of you, and Tom’s laughter mixed with yours, creating a wondrous sound. Hearing his laugh was something you knew you could never get tired of listening to. You wished you could stay in this memory forever.

“So, which churro would you like?” Tom asked, holding out both churros in front of him.

“The s’mores one please.”

You grabbed it from his hand, and your fingertips touched for a brief second. It was electrifying, but you moved away before it became awkward. You looked up at Tom, and noticed his face was pink, eyes wide with joy. It was cute seeing him so flustered and wide-eyed, and you couldn’t help but notice how his mannerisms really were like Peter’s. Or Peter’s were like his. Regardless, it didn’t stop you from thinking he was the cutest thing in the world.

A family hurriedly walked past you and Tom, which broke the bubble of your little world. Looking down at your shoes, you took a step sideways. “We should probably get out of everyone’s way.”

“Yeah.” He piped up, and led you back towards the center of the park. You wove through the large crowds of people, dodging people who were waking in the opposite direction. Someone nearby started speaking in a different language, and the curiosity in you made you turn your head to see who it was. Tom, who turned around to make sure you were still behind him, noticed your gaze astray, so without thinking, he reached and grabbed your hand.

Instinctively, you pulled your hand away before seeing who had grabbed it. Yet, when you saw Tom standing still, still holding his hand out, you reached out for it.

“Sorry, I didn’t know who’s hand I was holding.” You sheepishly answered.

“It’s good love, sorry for startling you.”

Instead of responding, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and off you two went. It didn’t take long to find a place to sit, right below the shady tree where Tom sat just a few minutes ago. Before you sat down, Tom dusted the cement block with his hand and motioned for you to sit.

What a gentleman, you thought. You sat down next to him just close enough for your knees to touch. You both sat in silence as you ate and took in the moment. Tom looked over at you with the same kind eyes that he’s looked at you all day with.

“You know,” he paused, “I just realized I didn’t get your name; how embarrassing.” Tom admitted while looking down at his shoes.

You told him your name, and Tom held out his hand for you to shake. You did so, and you noticed Tom didn’t pull his hand away. Reluctantly, you pulled your hand away and took another bite of your churro. Tom followed suit, and neither of you spoke for a minute. The silence between you was comfortable, and you both spent a few minutes just enjoying each other’s company.

“Do you mind if I say something?” Tom asked, breaking the silence.

“Of course, ask away.” You answered back. You looked at him with curious eyes, and watched as Tom carefully thought about what he was going to say.

“Well, I’m surprised you’re treating me so…regularly. You haven’t bombarded me with questions about being famous.”

“And?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m not used to it, that’s all. I’m surprised you’re treating me so normally.”

Tom’s response made you feel a bit sad for him, knowing that he’s so used to people wanting something out of him. Fame, money, or bragging rights, but you didn’t want any of those things from him. He just seemed like a nice person, and you enjoyed your conversation that you had with him while he was portraying Peter. You took a minute before responding to make sure what you wanted to convey was worded properly.

“I know you’re famous, and that’s cool, but you’re also just a regular person. One who buys two churros because they can’t make up their mind--and one who eats and gets cinnamon sugar all over their face.”

You watched Tom’s eyes wide, and you giggled as he wiped his face with his sleeve. “All good?” He asked inquisitively, and you nodded your head yes.

“I am treating you like a real person, because you are.” You continued, and flashed Tom a soft smile. His face softened at your response, and he smiled back.

“Thank you.” He whispered, and turned his face away from you. You noticed he was blushing, but you didn’t want to say anything to embarrass him. Instead, you looked into the crowd of people and smiled once more.

“You know, people weren’t lying about this place.” You spoke up before you took another bite of the churro. You noticed Tom’s gaze came back to you, and his face was still slightly pink.

“Hmm? What do you mean?” He asked politely, waiting for your response.

“This really is the happiest place on earth.” You beamed, looking Tom in the eyes.

Without skipping a beat, Tom answered back.

“Undoubtedly.”

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