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Instagram mishap (TH)

Author: terrifictomholland

Warnings: SMUT! oral sex (female recieving) spitting, choking, slapping, dirty talk, a little degradation, dom! tendencies in Tom, slight sub! reader

You'd just gotten back to your hotel room after a day of filming. You dropped your phone on the bed as you pulled out some clean clothes from your suitcase, going to the master bathroom to have a shower and get rid of the dirt and grime from the makeup department.

It was a quick shower and as you walked back out you heard your phone vibrate on the bed. You slipped a hoodie on as you opened your texts seeing one from the last person you expected.

Tom.

With furrowed brows you opened the conversation and your eyes widened when you were met with a screenshot of your latest Instagram post, with a text under it. The picture in question was a mirror selfie where you showcased a cute matching set of underwear. You felt sexy in it and why not share it?

Mate! Did you see Y/N's instagram post?! She looked fucking incredible! What I wish I could do to her 🤤

Colour rushed to your cheeks seeing that text as something warm bloomed from the centre of your body out to your fingertips. A tiny giggle fell from your lips in sheer shock that Tom - your costar, thought of you in that way.

During the duration of filming you'd always thought there was an underlying flirtationship between you and Tom.

But you'd always thought you read too much into things, but this proved to you that maybe you hadn't. Maybe you weren't as off course as you previously thought. What would be the harm in some casual fun? He was fit as fuck and clearly thought the same about you.

The more you read the message, you couldn't help but to shake your head with a smirk playing at your lips. That text wasn't meant for you - more likely it was meant for Harrison, his best friend but you thought it was hilarious and flattering nonetheless.

Lol, I don't think you meant to text me that, love ;)

With bated breath you waited for him to read the message, which in fairness he did almost immediately and the little gray bubble with the three dots appeared just as fast.

Oh fuck! I'm so sorry! You're right, that was meant for Haz! Shit I'm a dick, I'm so sorry. Please forget I sent that! Again, I'm truly sorry if you feel I've objectified you.

Another few giggles slipped past your lips at his obvious state of panic and worry. It was easy to picture Tom biting anxiously on his thumb nail and him bouncing his leg up and down nervously.

Don't be! I promise you didn't :)

Almost immediately after you sent that, you quickly typed another text,

What...if I don't want to forget that? What else would you do?

Now it was your turn to feel wobbly, you weren't known for being blunt and going for what you wanted, so you felt out of all sorts now. A tight knot formed in your belly hoping to hell you hadn't fucked up by shooting your shot with him. Your thoughts wandered so you let out a yelp feeling your phone vibrating for a longer time now. Your eyes widened seeing that he wanted to FaceTime with you.

With a quick prayer you hit the accept button.

The sight that greeted you had you feeling funny for different reasons. He was fresh out of the shower, the end of his curls wet and dripping down on his naked chest making tiny droplets collect in his collarbones.

In other words, he looked hot as hell. Your eyes moved all over the screen not sure what to focus on, with a subtle 'ahem' on his part you felt your cheeks grow hotter than the sun and you looked at his face.