tom holland oneshots

moms, make outs, and mishaps

"You're the silliest, y'know," you laugh, walking backwards as Tom guides you.

"Nothing wrong with wanting to be loved on a little," he grins, holding both of your hands and pulling you forward, connecting your lips. You can faintly taste his coconut chapstick, and you smile into the kiss, breaking apart.

You fall backwards onto the safety of the couch, Tom tumbling after you. He's hovering over you, arms on either side of your head as you giggle at the predicament.

"You're really pretty," he breathes and you can feel it on your eyelashes. "You know that?"

You hum in response, fingers trailing up his left arm. He shivers, nonexistent hairs rising as you give him the chills. You giggle again, and he leans down to steal another kiss from the lips he can't resist.

You fall into it, giving in and forgetting everything around you. You're all consumed by the man above you, formed by the gods, loving like a god. His heart is so strong, so warm. He's intoxicating. He's buff and he's warm and he's soft and he's encapsulating, all from above you.

You barely separate in time to breathe. You give him less than a second before you're pulling him down again, stopping him just before your lips connect. You're teasing him, ghosting them over his own as you talk.

"Kiss me again, Holland."

He grins. You can feel it against your lips. You love that feeling; you never want to stop feeling his lips. You want them against yours for the rest of your life, and that realization doesn't scare you anymore.

He connects your lips again, right hand cupping your cheek as your own hands get lost in his chocolate-coffee curls. He smells like home. It's comforting and exhilarating all at once.

You hum into his mouth, his tongue grazing your own before claiming dominance. You never want this to stop.

You're interrupted by the door opening. Nikki's voice rings through the air but she cuts herself short as she realizes what she's walked into.

Tom leaps from your grasp, standing himself up as you move to sit upright against the couch. She hides her smirk.

"I'm sorry, was I interrupting something?" She subtly teases. "Dinner soon," she leaves the room, leaving you once again in Tom's presence. He's blushing, heart moving fast and steady. You realize he's panting, and you drag yourself off the couch to be in his embrace again. This was going to be a long night.

**

"Mum says she walked in on you two," Harry has a shit-eating grin on his face. Him and Sam are doing the dishes while you, Tom and Harrison sit by the bay window and wait for Nikki and Dominic. They're cleaning the dining room.

"Ew- you let mom walk in on that?"

Tom rolls his eyes, his hand intertwined with yours. "Shut up, you div. We weren't having sex, if that's what you're thinking. We were just kissing."

"She says you were on top of her," they snicker.

"Shut up."

"What're we shutting up?" the woman herself walks through the door, handing Sam the remaining dishes.

"Oh just Tom and his inability to keep things PG."

She laughs at her sons. "I'll say. It's about time you start giving me some grandchildren."

Tom chokes on his drink, sputtering out a few inaudible syllables. Your eyes grow wide at her suggestion.

"You should get a head start right now," she suggests, and Harry and Sam exchange glances before bursting out in laughter, gauging Tom's ridiculously speechless reaction.

"Things are definitely not PG in here."