Tom Holland Blurbs

Come Over Here and Fix It!

AN: Hey yall! I know its been forever since I updated last but junior year has kicked my butt so far. However, finals are over and my schedule is calming down, so hopefully it means I'll be able to write more but who knows tbh. Anyways, enjoy the new post and Happy belated New Years. Here's to 2022 being better than last year was *clinks glass*
Also I should probably mention Tom's a werewolf and you're his human mate in this blurb, and there's also some very very very light smut (if it can even be called smut at all) so... yeah. That's it for now. Happy Friday from the Windy City :)
-K

"He touched you. No one ever touches you like that. You're mine and I refuse to let another guy touch you the way he did!"

"Then why don't you come over here and fix it!" I yell, on the verge of wanting to pull my hair out. I hated that this whole mess was even happening in the first place.

Tom looks taken aback. "What?"

"Did I freaking stutter? Come over here and change it! Hold me in your arms until I can't remember anything about what that guy did."

He growls, hints of his canines poking out, and stalks towards where I'm sitting on the bed. "Sounds good to me, love. I don't wanna be able to smell him on you. You're my mate. Mine."

Stupid alphahole instincts. Scenting and possessiveness? But then again, what else should I expect from a wolf? Especially my wolf at that.

Tom climbs onto the bed next to me, and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms gently around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. He stays like this for only a few seconds before he shifts his head to nuzzle the crook of my shoulder, inhaling my scent with every breath he takes.

I let out a soft moan as one of his hands drifts higher and higher under my shirt, his warm hands making me shiver, until it's cupping my breast, softly kneading and teasing me through my bra. The other hand has drifted down my side and is resting on my thigh, still rubbing those taunting, lazy circles. His nuzzling turns to kissing and sucking and I let out another moan. It feels soooo good.

He gets bolder and bolder, encouraged by my response to him, and lets his hands wander even more. He rolls the tip of my breast, which is as hard as a small pebble by this point, and a bolt of pleasure shoots through me. But that's nothing to how I feel when his hand brushes against my clothed crotch. Which is quickly becoming soaked.

His lips travel up and claim my mouth when I let out another soft moan. I start to instinctively grind on his hard length, seeking some sort of relief from the need growing in me. Tom shudders underneath me and groans into my mouth.

"Princess, you're gonna be the death of me."

I smile, even as we keep kissing fiercely, our tongues clashing in a battle of wills and dominance. Which I am quickly losing, although I don't entirely mind at this point. I've just started unbuttoning Tom's shirt when a knock at the door interrupts us both.

"Y/N, open up. I brought pizza and lemonade to drown your troubles in," my best friend McKenna, chirps through the door.

I lean back from Tom, and shout at the door, "I'll be there in a sec, Ken!"

I turn back to Tom, and my heart stops. He looks drop-dead gorgeous. His hair is all messed up from when I ran my hands through it and his eyes are practically glowing, even though we were just interrupted from much more... pleasurable things.

He flashes me a purely male smirk from the couch and he starts buttoning his shirt up from where I had tried to undo it a few moments ago. I blush lightly at the thoughts of him, but another impatient knock from McKenna shakes me from them.

After double checking that our flat is presentable, I rush over to the door and swing it open, finally coming face to face with my best friend.

"Girl, what on Earth took you so long? I swear, I've been standing out there forever. It would've taken less time to order the pizza and get it delivered than it took for you to let me in."

"Sorry, Ken. Just cleaning up a bit. But come on in. That pizza smells absolutely delicious."

~~~~~~~~~

Once she'd left for the night, it was too late for Tom and I to really do anything just the two of us, so we simply headed into our bedroom and started getting ready for the night.

Things were... strained between us. We didn't talk as we went about our nightly routine and the only sound that broke up the silence was the tv playing softly in the background.

I don't know why there was this tension between us. Everything was fine before Kenna showed up, but now that she's gone, it's almost as if we're on two different wavelengths. Something just isn't adding up between us and to say that it's weird is a definite understatement.

We climbed into bed and I considered how to approach this. Tom, it appeared, seemed to notice it too, because he turned the tv off and started talking.

"I'm still pissed, you know. At him. For touching you the way he did, especially when he knew that you're mine. And I can tell you're still upset about it too, which makes this worse. I hate that he hurt you and made you feel violated. It's my job as your mate to keep you safe and protect you from jerks like him, and I failed. And as much as I'd like to go rip him limb for limb right now, it won't fix anything. I'm so, so sorry, Y/N/N. For all of this."

"What do you have to be sorry for Tom? It's not your fault he's a pig and if anything, it's partly mine. I should've been stronger, smarter. It should've been easy for me to defend myself and it wasn't. He took me down so easily, even with all my self defense training. If I can't even defend myself from him, then how am I going to be able to help protect the pack if an attack happens?"

He pulls me closer to him and says, "Don't worry about that, baby. You and I both know you're a wonderful fighter, especially considering you've technically just started training. You're gonna keep training and if he ever tries anything again, you'll be able to take him down yourself. But let's just forget this whole thing for tonight, okay?""

He cups his hand under my chin, and gently lifts it before claiming my mouth in a soft kiss.

It's short and sweet, but when we break away, the tension's gone from the air. We share a small smile before I roll over, Tom spooning me to him, before turning the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.

"Goodnight, darling. I love you"

"I love you too, Tommy."

We lay in silence for a few minutes, our breathing the only thing breaking the silence, and with the feeling of Tom behind me, I fall asleep quickly, the events from today forgotten from my mind and a feeling of peace clinging to my thoughts.