So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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"I did what?" you sat up in bed, blinking at the bright sun. Your head was pounding. Ouzo. Never again, you thought.
"You jumped in the pool with a bottle of champagne. Then when I tried to get you out, you started punching me and kept shouting 'little man'. You can get scary sometimes, Y/N,"Tom laid next to you, rubbing his eyes. His voice was raspy and low. He looked pretty much the way you felt.
"What?! I went in my dress?" you pulled the covers up to your chest.
"At first," Tom smirked, "then the dress came off."
"Is that why I'm naked now?" you shook your head trying to replay last night, "I don't remember anything after our fun in the alleyway." It all went black after that.
"Well at least you remember that," he chuckled.
You slunk back down under the covers, facing him
"How could I ever forget that, Tiger. Anything else?" you asked, snuggling closer to him.
He pulled the covers up to his chin. His eyes were bloodshot and tired with dark circles under them. Even in this state though, he still managed to be the most handsome thing ever.
"There may have been some crying," he said hesitantly.
You covered your face with your palm, "Noooooo," you groaned, "No crying. Ugh. Man, I was really all over the emotional scale last night. Sorry you had to deal with that."
Tom yawned and blinked slowly, "It's okay. We were both pissed. You just..."
He stopped himself and shook his head brushing it off.
"I just what?" you frowned.
Oh god, what did you do, Y/N?
Tom sighed, "You were just so inconsolable. You kept sobbing that I should just go because I was going to leave anyway. And then you kept pushing me away every time I tried to come near you. You told me to fuck off several times. I finally had to tackle you and carry you to bed, which was not an easy feat because you were wet and naked and throwing punches."
He laughed,"It was like trying to wrangle an angry dolphin."
"I'm so sorry," you didn't know what else to say. You were so embarrassed by your behavior. Especially the crying part and fuck off part. Like, get a grip, Y/N. You told him you were going to be fine while he was gone. And you are going to be, aren't you?
Obviously, you still had to work through some shit about that. You just didn't want to put any pressure on him about it. He had enough going on and to throw that guilt at him like that was not cool.
"It's okay," he kissed your forehead, "I know you were just shitfaced and didn't mean it. I was just worried you were going to hurt yourself. The champagne bottle shattered at one point and there was glass everywhere."
"Thank you for taking care of me. I don't know what I did to deserve you. I'm really, really sorry and honestly so embarrassed right now." Like, he really takes things so well. If the tables had been turned, you would not be so forgiving.
"Don't be embarrassed. I didn't even tell you about the Dr. Holland part," he grinned at you.
Your face went pale and stomach dropped. Oh god, you thought. No no no no no no no no. You pulled the covers over your face and rolled over away from him, absolutely mortified.
"It was nice knowing you, kid. I'm just going to be over here, dying," you moved away from him, closer to the edge of the bed, "Please be sure to tell my mother."
Tom laughed and pulled you back to him, spooning you.
"What would you like on your tombstone, darling?" he asked, squeezing you tighter and causing you to giggle.
"Here Lies the Stupidest Girlfriend Ever," you mumbled from under the covers.
He laughed some more and kissed your hair, "She Loved Spider-Man," he said.
"She Loved Tom Holland," you added, sighing.
"She Was Fantastic in Bed," he said.
"That should go over well with the mourners," you said sarcastically.
"Well, you are, "he murmured groggily in your ear.
You smiled to yourself. You loved it when he said those things to you. His desire for you had been apparent from Day 1 but it was always nice to hear it.
His hand started wandering all over your body, over the blanket, then under.
"What are you doing, Tiger?" you whispered. But you knew exactly what he was doing. He pressed himself against you, his arousal very much, um...awake.
"I seem to have lost something" he growled, he lips caressing the nape of your neck. You squirmed against him and exhaled softly. His fingers slipped in between your legs and slowly started rubbing you.
