~ TOM HOLLAND IMAGINES ~

take me backstage

This is a bit smutty but was written by the amazing @madmadmilk

You're fumbling with hem of your top, keeping your fingers busy in whatever way you can. A makeup artist is setting your face with powder, as you bounce and squirm in the chair
In the past few years, you've really made a name for yourself as an up and coming actress to watch. It starting with small roles, and some magazine photoshoots, and now hear you are, taking big strides as a top-billing actress coming on a talk show.
You can hardly believe it.
"Ahhhh...." You mumble, as the artist continues touch up your makeup and someone behind you is fixing up your hair.
You still get so nervous.
Which is understandable, live and unscripted TV as a lot harder for you than going through the motions of acting, and performing; at least you had a script then and knew what to say. Your media persona was something you had to work on in the future.
"You'll be fine dear," the artist coos as she smears on your lip gloss, her eyes are kind, "Everyone is going to absolutely love you. They already do."
You let out a dry laugh, moving slightly and earning a knock on the head for messing up the makeup a bit.
Your stomach was welled with butterflies, thinking about the other big names sitting on the couch with you, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski, and Tom Holland.God, they were like titans next to you, you hardly knew how you got booked for this slot.
Knock! Knock!
Soft raps on the door woke you from your thoughts, instantly straightening up in your seat and donning a rehearsed, charming smile as the door opened.
Past the commotion of assistants and your publicist, you could hear a muffled voice approaching,
"Hello! Hello!"
You peek over, not sure of who would be trying to see you, mere minutes before the interview. You were already anxious enough what more could—
"Hey, love!"
A familiar, cheerful face came into view; curly dark hair pulled back handsomely, and confident rolled back shoulders. He had a lovely, wide smile stretching across his face, and he stuck out a hand for you to shake.
Oh, fuck.
"T-Tom!" you manage to strangle, standing up out of your seat to take his hand. It was big and warm, against your clammy nervous ones. You breathe out happily, a genuine smile breaking out as you looking around, "Wh-what are you doing here?"
He leans back on his heels, as the people around you give you space to talk, busying themselves with other things, but no doubt keeping an ear open. He has a comfortable smile on his face as he shrugs nonchalantly,
"I just wanted to drop by and say hey to everyone," he bowed his head as he looked around the room, making a big impact when his hooded eyes returned to meet yours. You could have sworn your heart stopped in that moment, "So, hey, Y/N."
What a gentleman.
You nearly swooned on the spot, nodding as he spoke and was only able to muster back, "Hey, Tom." You laugh to shake off the tension, "Nice to meet you, officially."
The brunette takes another look around the room, seeing the people inching towards you to finish getting ready and he takes the hint. He knocks a finger on your shoulder, making contact with your skin and smiles, "Then, I'll catch you in a bit, Y/N." He turns and makes his way out of the room, hopping and dodging people as he does.
You catch his eye as he looks back, turning the corner past the door, and once he's out of sight you really do swoon, and collapse into your chair.
OH. MY. GOD.
"D-did I just make a fool of myself?" you cry, looking around to the artists coming back to you, "Did that just really happen?"
You were fanning your face, no doubt in your mind that you were looking at him with big starry eyes while he spoke, your mouth probably gaping open like a fish.
Saying that Tom was your celebrity crush was an understatement, he was your phone lock screen, and you've see all his movies, and you had a folder on your laptop of just pictures of him, and had a secret blog dedicated to him. So, yeah, you were pretty dumbstruck to see him coming, personally, to meet you.
"No, and yes," the makeup artists laughed again, as she presses a beauty blender on your face, "He helped us find out that we need to blend a bit more." She was referring to the blush seeping through the layer foundation and concealer.
You sigh, already breaking out in a cold sweat as it is. You managed to shake off the jitters for a few moments to put yourself in a calm place, waiting for the interview.
You can do this, Y/N. Tom will be there.
Tom will be there.
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You're fumbling backstage, standing with the other stars and waiting for you cue to come out. The two older actors were in front of you, arm in arm comfortable in their married embrace. Yeah, you could still hardly believe you were there standing behind them, and they exchanged brief greetings with you earlier.
Tom is standing next to you, idly tapping away on his phone, poised casually. You would be doing the same, but you didn't want to chance him glancing over to see a photo of himself, so instead you're just rocking on your heels, fidgeting, and holding your breath by him.
He notices.
"You'll be okay, darling," Tom says to you suddenly, "I was nervous my first few times as well."
You blink, realizing he's talking to you and shake your head, earrings lightly slapping your face as you smile, "Yeah, this is the first big one for me. I can't believe I'm here with you guys!"
He laughs, scratching the back of his neck, as his brown eyes look straight into yours, "Ican't believe I'm here with you, to be honest." His soft pink lips twitch into a smile, bringing a closed hand to his mouth to cover himself bashfully.
"Wh-what do you mean?" you laugh in disbelief while watching Tom's ear's grow pinker. You sway back to take a fine look at him.
He's absolutely gorgeous, and he's blushing because of you.
Tom only offers you a small nod, bowing his head so you can see his long dark eyelashes bat over his cheeks. And when he stands up full, and tall he slyly licks his lips before grinning at you.
Huh? What?
Suddenly, stage assistants are tapping your back, pushing you forward, making your rip your eyes away from the smoldering brunette. They're ushering for all of you to get on stage, and you don a brilliant award-winning smile after a small exhale, attempting to reel yourself back in.
You climb up a small set of stairs, your heels clomping loudly against them, looking down to focus on your balance. A warm hand presses on the small of your back, helping you keep steady.
"Thank you," you murmur, your mind settling into professional mode, and you glance back.
Tom is there looking forward, then taking a moment to flicker his eyes towards you, "No problem, Y/N."
And there goes that charming, heart-stopping smile again.
"And here we are, introducing our guests, Emily Blunt, John Krasinski, Y/N, and Tom Holland!"
You all walk onto the stage, blinking against the glimmering lights. You all offer out waves and kisses towards the cameras and live audience behind it, erupting in claps and laughter.
You take turns shaking hands with everyone and greeting them, a trained smile on your face as you bite back the nerves. You all sit, the married couple, you and then Tom on the red couch, giggling and smiling amidst the applause. It dies down, and the host, Graham Norton does a quick intro, running through the names and accomplishments, cuing when you wave and smile to the cameras.
"It's not often that we have a celebrity couple on stage!"
Your body is angled towards the actual married couple on the couch, but they're all looking back at you expectantly. In an act of perfect improv, Tom slides his hand over the couch behind you, and holds your arm, pulling him close to his body.  Your hips touch and your hand rests on his thigh by accident.
Tom shrugs towards the crowd, laughing sheepishly, "Rumors are true, guys!"
You play along laughing, and momentarily resting your head on his shoulder, catching a whiff of his cologne, a strong, masculine scent. You stick out your tongue, and shrug along with him, looking back up at his face.
He's glowing, happy that you played along, his eyes sparkling softly, making a hitch catch in your throat.
The audience roars behind the camera and lights, but you could hardly hear, or see them, all your senses are focused on his hand that's rubbing up and down your arm affectionately as you try to break away from his stare.
"Alright, alright, let's bring it back to the REAL, confirmed couple, and we'll get back to these budding lovebirds in a little bit."
The attention shifted away from you two, Graham asking his questions as you all react and laugh along with the audience. You're feeling welcome and warm now, the jitters gone, but the presence of Tom's arm slung around the couch behind you never went away.
You wouldn't dare to lean back, knowing that you would be in the crook of his arm in an instant, looking up at his sharp jaw and angled nose. You tried to stay composed, as you felt him shift in his seat, and his knees bumped into yours more times than you bothered to count.
Each time he touched you, intentional or not, he was sure to knock on your shoulder, and smile, "Sorry, love."
You were getting drunk on his scent, your mind spinning even as Graham turned the attention to you, asking you questions about your budding career and the upcoming film you were in. You answered them all passionately, and accurately making big motions with your hands. It went smoothly, but you could feel Tom's hot stare on your cheek as you spoke, and he would occasionally egg you on, creating a soft banter between you and all those on the couch.
He was really good at making you feel comfortable and safe.
"Now, we can ALL see the chemistry" audience applauds, hollering and whistling, "But is there REALLY anything happening between the two of you backstage?"
The suggestion made your face burn a bright red, as you opened your mouth to defend yourself.
"We only just met, Graham," Tom laughed, leaning forward with a hand on his knee, as you look over his face, "But I'd love to see a lot more of her." The last few words rumbled in your ear as he glanced back at you, his eyes smoldering and tension building.
"Woah, woah, keep it PG, Tom!" the crowds scream and you do too, on the inside, "And how do you feel about this young man, Y/N? Are you a fan?
You bite your lips, ready to expose yourself as you let out a big laugh. The attention turns to you as you pull your phone out of your dress pocket, and you speak,
"The truth is, I'm a BIG fan of Tom's," you flash the screen towards the audience, showing them all a picture of Tom in that red Fila jacket, smiling. You cover your face as you show them all your lock screen, your whole body numb with embarrassment, but you pull through for the laughs. You continue as they cheer, "I've been trying to hide my phone from him all night!"
You put the phone back in your lap, way too nervous to look back at Tom so you just lean back, cover your mouth and laugh along with everyone.
"Well, that's a relief," Tom suddenly interjects, and you peek over to see him pulling out his own phone, showing the screen to the audience and host, earning another wave of shrieks and applause.
What?
"I've got you as my lock screen too, Y/N," he hands you his phone, proving that you are indeed posed with a big smile and holding a donut on his screen, "I'm a big fan of yours as well."
"What a turn! Did you guys plan this? Are you sure you haven't met before?"
You both don't really reply to him, your eyes still plastered on your face smiling back at you on his screen. Tom's arm is still hovering on the couch behind you, his thumb stretching out to trace a small line on the back of you arm.
Tom's smirking down at you, watching your hands tremble slightly while you hand his phone back to him, when he looks up he laughs cheekily,
"This wasn't planned, but it's going a lot better than I ever thought it could! Been dying to meet this one!"
You're still in shock, after giving his phone back to him, just looking around wide-eyed in disbelief. You were sure that this reaction would be gif-ed over and over online, but you were sure this would be everyone's genuine reaction to see The Love of Your Life share the same sentiment as you.
"Y/N is obviously star-struck! Tom, are you going to take responsibility over this?"
He chuckles next to you, waving his hand and smartly remarking, "Now, Graham, you gotta keep it PG, man!"
Tom easily smoothed the conversation over, bringing the attention away from you to compose yourself. He talked about his upcoming films, with what limited things he could say about Spider-Man, and The Avengers, and kept the atmosphere light.
His thumb was still etching small circles in your arm, and your hand lain on the couch brushed against the outside of his thigh, your own reciprocation.
You felt the show go by in a blurry haze, you body radiating more heat that ever in your entire life. You were a break-out star, your rise to fame happened so fast and you were seeing the actors and actresses that you fawned over last year, in the flesh. It was almost too much to handle.
As the interview ends, there's a thunderous applause that signals you to smile and stand, all of you guys waving towards the cameras and saying your goodbyes.
"That's it for tonight, everybody! Thank you all for coming to the show and having a chat with us, and Y/N and Tom will be sure to keep us updated on their relationship!"
The audience screams, and Tom stands by you, with an arm slung over your shoulders as he waves and smiles brightly. You mimic his composure, putting on a brave smile and blowing kisses, letting one of your arms hug his waist.
Fuck it, I guess, you think in reference to your publicist who's probably ripping out their hair by now.
You'd let yourself live out this dream for at least one night.
The lights fade, and you're all ushered off the set. Once you're back in the hall there's waves of assistants and publicists and families rushing to get back together with respective actors. Your eyes are trained on Tom, his tuft of brown hair peeking over the shoulders of people much taller than you, but you lose him.
Your arm is pulled back and you're met with your publicist, and a few assistants, smiling and hugging you.
"Y/N, Y/N, you did great!" they praised, "You're getting a lot of traction on your social media fronts, and there are articles being written about you."
"The bit with Tom was great," they continued, "Did you really meet him before? Is this the first time? How did you guys plan that?"
Their words were just buzzes in your ear, only listening halfheartedly. You were happy of course, elated that this went well, but the butterflies in your stomach over the charming boy from on stage wouldn't go away.
"We're going to need a few words from you," they say as they pull out their phones, "We need to make an official response to the rumors—"
"Can I see him again?" you blurt, as you're ushered towards the meeting hall, all the guests and hosts and just everyone was congregating there. You knew you had a chance to see him there, but could you seehim.
You wanted that guarantee.
Before they could answer, you're swarmed by the host, and his assistants, everyone clamoring to take photos with you. You play a big bright smiling, feeling the sides of your cheek hurt in a dull soreness, as you posed.
You even got a picture of the "A Quiet Place" stars, posed in the middle of two titans. It was amazing. Afterwards you were passed along, taking fun photos with assistants and just whoever was there, you felt your heart well with satisfaction and love, these were your fans!
Finally, amidst the chaos of flashing cameras and calls for you name, you see the familiar brown curls again, and make your way over, practically making a bee line towards the boy. You weren't sure what you were going to say, but you had to take this shot, when would you see him again?
As you approach him, you see some vaguely familiar faces around him, his blonde friend, and younger brothers huddled around with cold beers and drinks in their hands.
The heat was fanning over your face already, but you pulled through coming close to their circle and waving shyly,
"Hey, Tom!"
Said boy turns to you with his dark eyes open wide, and all of the boys collectively gasp. They're all awestruck by you, and start muttering their own profanities.
"Oh, fuck!
"It's Y/N! Y/N!"
You wave them off laughing, "Oh, stop it!" Their circle opens up and they let you in graciously, all kind of straightening up in their spots with their eyes pressed on you, even the youngest one. You bring a finger to your chin, bashfully as you speak again, your voice lowered a litle, "Uh, I just wanted to say hi, and thanks for helping me out there."
You finally peek up to see Tom, his face is softened and you can see that unruly eyebrow up close, making your lip twitch into a small smile. He returns it to you, while angling his chest towards you, and leaning down a bit, "It's no big deal, Y/N. I'm more than willing to help."
You laugh, putting a hand on his arm as you do so, feeling bolder and bolder. You let some hair fall over your shoulder, and in front your face as you suggest, "Well, I'd love to catch up with you, if you have some time..." You pull out your phone, waving your lock screen at him with an apologetic grin.
The boys around peek to see it, confirming that it was real and you heard them tease in the background. Something about how this is Tom's "chance," and he'd be an "idiot" for not saying yes.
Of course, he knew he had to say yes. Tom handed his beer to his friend, earning a confused remark from him. He coolly throws his arm over your shoulder, his hand still a frigid cold from the beer, and pulls you away while taking his phone. He calls back, "I'll introduce you guys next time!"
"Why not now?" and "Where are you going?"
Next time?
Tom looks back, laughing boyishly by your ear, "I'm trying to get her number, and I don't want you dickheads to hear it!"
You laugh with him, as he leads you out of the quiet hall, seemingly unnoticed. You enter a cold hallway with dim lights as you turn to him. The sound is muffled as you guys come to a slow crawl in the corridor.
You look up at him while tucking away some hair behind your ear, you sway in your spot and take out your phone, "Your number, Tom?" You bat your eyelashes a bit.
Tom takes your phone out of your hand, and then rolls you into him for a hug. The arm that hung around you now pulled you into his chest, your hands pressed up against his jacket to catch yourself.
"O-oh!"
You look up at his face, his jaw tensed tightly and his eye brow hardened, he was entering his number on your phone behind your back, while holding you against him. You inhaled his masculine scent again, his creamy neck exposed in front of you making your head spin.
You don't say anything else in this embrace in the dark hall and Tom's hand just pressed against your back, making sure you didn't move away; not that you wanted to anyway.
You could hear the tapping behind your head, he was texting himself from you phone, and then you heard a small ping from his coat pocket.
"Sorry, love, I had to make sure I got it myself," his voice rumbles above you. You hear a small laugh in his voice as his grip loosens.
You take a small step away from him, and his hand falls from your back and traces down your arm, to your hand, handing you your phone back. You laugh nervously, you felt like your heart was pressing up in your throat, you couldn't speak.
Say something.
His deep brown eyes looked dangerous in the dark, his eyebrows were pinched like he was ready to devour you. He tore his stare away from for a moment, checking his phone and it gave you a second to breathe, accidentally letting out a small whine.
Anything.
After checking the notification on his phone he snaps back towards you, blinking slowly and biting his lip. Tom speaks first again, with a different firm voice, and straightens up his suit jacket, "I'll see you again right?"
You can only laugh, at the thought of him wanting to follow through with plans with you, and nod, "For sure. I would love that."
There's still that mysterious look in his eye, and edge in his voice as he turns. The curiosity is eating your alive, and you don't want to leave him. You don't want to reenter the hall.
But you follow him back to the noise, your heels clicking softly on the linoleum as you chirp hopefully, "I... I really am a huge fan of yours Tom."
It was the truth, and you felt the heat well on your cheeks as you said it aloud, hoping this revelation would allow you more time with him.
Take the bait.
Please.
Tom stopped in his tracks, his hands in his pocket as he turns to you, his eyes twinkled in the low light as he smirked towards you, "I know."
You blush furiously as your eyebrows pinch together and you shake in embarrassment. You hiss at him,
"Tom!"
Then, you don't know where it started or how it happened, but you're suddenly pressed up against the wall, his lips colliding into your roughly. Tom had a hand on your cheek, caressing your skin, and the other on your shoulder pressing you against the cool wall.
Your hands snaked up his collar and to the nape of his neck, creeping into the lush of his hair. Tom's lips roamed over yours, and you sucked his back softly, holding back a soft moan in the dead silent hall.
His knee pressed in between your legs, making the ruffles of your dress hike up higher and higher on your thigh.
Your body felt hot and unruly, clinging to him furiously and pressing yourself against him in anyway you could. Between kisses you managed to moan out his name,
"Mmmm, Tom..."
His lips move away from yours, and he rests his forehead on yours, damp with a cool sweet. You could feel his breath on your lips, and dared too look up at this eyes. They were closed tight, his eyelashes tickling his cheeks. In a low breath you heard him curse softly,
"Fuck."
You let your hand slide from his hair to his neck, relaxing your body a little and clear your throat, "T-Tom? What's wrong?"
He pulls his head away from you then, his eyebrows knitted in pain even though he had a pointed smile on his face. His eyes crinkled and in a low murmur that made you knees weak, he spoke,
"I don't think I can hold myself back, Y/N."
You smile devilishly, in a way that you were sure surprised him, and hug his neck, and lean up towards him. You whisper over his lips,
"Then don't."
You kiss him deeply, as he laughs in shock. You could feel him smiling under your lips, smearing whatever lip gloss you had on all over him. Tom's hands move towards the small of your back, making you curve backwards as he shuffles towards the nearest door.
He breaks away from you to open the door, and you're breathing heavily against his chest, glancing at the door to see his name plastered on the door. It was his dressing room.
Tom pushes you into the dark room, stumbling around a bit as you hear the door shut and click. You whisper his name in the dark, feeling around for anything.
"...Tom?"
He turns on the light, laughing impishly, and you find yourself alone in the middle of his dressing room. You felt caught off-guard again, standing by yourself in the middle of the small room. You pout a little, crossing your arms, and Tom comes bounding towards you.
Tom moves away your hair with the back of his hands, then litters your face with small kisses, your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your jaw, and then down your neck...
You put your hands back over him, cupping his face as he kisses your collar and shoulders, backing you up against the counter. His soft brown hair tickles your chin, and you let his hands wander, one gripping the side of your waist, and the other making his way up your thigh, under your dress.
"Fuck, this is like a dream come true," he mumbles the words into your skin as he drags his lip across, "I did everything I could to get onto this show with you."
Shouldn't it be the other way around?
You let out a laugh, and felt the suction of his lips pecking at your collar, leaving faint red marks over your skin. He was conscious of your obligations as a young actress, but your mind was on other things.
"I can't believe I have you here," his hands slides down your back, unzipping your dress down. He pulls up to look at your beautiful eyes, hazy with affection over him. It's fully unzipped, and falling over your shoulders, and he looks at you gently, searching for the same feelings.
You breathe in deeply and smile weakly,
"I've never done this before."
Tom's hands stopped, holding the straps of your dress tightly, and his eyes opened wide in shock. He stammered a little as his cheeks reddened, "I-I didn't know—"
You smiled coyly again, he believed and fell for your angelic reputation it seems. Your studio painted you as a cool, trendy "good" girl; always well-mannered, charming, innocent, and naïve. Not that you really were or weren't those things.
But you can't believe everything you see in the media.
You look at him with half-lidded eyes, moving his hands to let your dress fall to the floor, exposing the body you worked hard for. You tease him, pressing your butt against the counter,
"I've never had sex backstage before."
Tom breathes out a shocked laugh, shaking his head as he smiles frustrated back at you. His hands crawl to your waist immediately, his thumbs smoothing over the skin of your belly, pushing up to the underside of your breast, then stopping,
"You're full of surprises, darling."
You purse your lips, tilting your head so he could see your neck. You move your hands down his chest and open his suit jacket, pushing it off and onto the floor. He lets you undress him, taking his shirt off and running your hands over his toned chest. You touch left trails of fire over him, his chest turning red.
You pushed off the counter, fiddling with his belt, and sliding his pants off. He had a pair of maroon boxers, and you could see a small stain of pre-cum seeping through the fabric.
"Awwh" you coo, looking up at him. He tilts his head away from you, in a flustered annoyance, his jaw still tightly clenched. You bend down, trailing your hands down his torso to his hips, rolling your fingers under the top hem of his boxers, and pull them down slowly.
His hardened dick falls out, twitching and red, and you heart thumps wildly. You bit your lip in anticipation, ready to taste his bitter cum, and just before your lips could even graze him, Tom's hand comes and stops you.
"I only just met you, love," you hear him from above, "I can't have you on your knees like this."
You melted on the stop, your legs turning to jelly as Tom kicked off his pants, and bent down, grabbing you under the arms and lifting you onto the counter. Your back hit the cool mirror, and the counter shook at the introduction of a new weight. You yelped at his sudden actions.
Tom put himself back into control, his eyes darkened with lust as he glanced at you. You exhaled hard, smiling sweetly at him in anticipation. He licked his lips and winked and you, then he hungrily took your breast in his hand, and kissed them softly.
"Tom!"
His tongue rolled over your erect nipples, as your hands tangled into his hair, clawing his neck. He nipped and bit at your skin, as his other hand angrily moved across your body. He held the fold of your hip, hooking his hand around your panty, tugging half of it off.
You could hear him murmur your name into your breasts, wondering where his affection for you even came from. You just panted into the air dryly weak to his roaming kisses.
Both of his hands went down, pulling your panties off in a swift tug, and he pulled away, looking at you with haughty eyes and he whispered,
"Oh, you're going to like this."
Tom bent down in front of you, opening your legs on the counter, forcing yourself to reveal your wetness, sticky with lust for him. You whined, feeling exposed and embarrassed in front of him. He pulled you closer to the edge, and rest your thighs over his shoulders, pressing against his cheeks as he closed his eyes.
His tongue hit your folds first, lapping up what he could, then his nose pressed against the top of your clit, while his hands folded around your thighs.
"Thomas!"you cried, leaning back on the counter with your hands. You were heaving and looking up at the ceiling, stars forming at the corners of your eyes in an unbelievable ecstasy.
Tom tasted you all over his mouth, moaning your name into your pussy, feeling the heat of your thighs on his shoulders and face and he could have just cum at the thought of pleasuring you.
You face, your body, your voice had been echoing on his mind since the first film he saw you in. He was all over your Instagram, roaming and waiting for pictures of you, he was so drawn to you.
So drawn he had to take you.
Tom broke contact with your pussy, taking a deep breath as he stood up, pumping his dick slowly. Through bleary, teary eyes you saw his body, pink, and flexed, standing in front of you. His hair fell in a curly mess, sticking to his forehead and his lips were covered in a sheen of your juices. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, as you sat up, resting your back against the mirror.
You watched silently as Tom opened a drawer, producing a condom and rolling it onto himself swiftly. You laughed, wiping tears out of your eyes.
He chuckled too, shaking his head as he held your thigh, rubbing it softly, "I told you, I wanted this. I wanted this really bad."
You smile, bowing your head slightly as you flush, "Me too."
Tom pulled you to the edge again, your ass squeaking against the surface, and your thighs gripped the sides of his hips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He had a sheepish smile, a worn smirk as he looked at you. His head tilted and looking into you eyes, lost in your beauty. He followed the tip of your nose, the fullness of your cheeks to your plump lips, taking them slowly in a tender kiss. You kiss him back, feeling tears prick your eyes, as his hand guides his dick to your core.
He rubs the head down the slit first, then pushes in, making you moan in surprise. He pushes through slowly, adjusting to you.
"Ffffuck."
He places a hand on the mirror behind you, and the other on your hip, and you clamp around him tightly as he strokes in and out. You let out a gasp every time your hips kiss, his dick filling you deeper than before.
"Tom!"
The call of his name escaping your lips clouds his mind and he pounds into you vigorously, making all the products on the counter fall to the ground. You both breath out a dull laugh in between.
Your hands claw down his back as you scream, his dick forcing into you. Your breath hitches as you bite your lips. You feel his stroke grow sloppy, and he mutters into your shoulder,
"Fuck, fuck, I'm close."
You nod into the crook of his neck, kissing him sharply, you hardly remembered to keep the hickies to a minimum. Tom bit your shoulder softly, and brought a hand to massage your clit as he stroked into you.
You held onto him as you whimpered, his last few pumps and the touch of his cool fingers driving you to the edge.
Tom slows, and leans into you, his face buried into your neck and yours in his. You were both sticky with sweat and the heat from your bodies fogged up the mirror behind you. Tom pulls himself out of you slowly, making you whine softly, as he wraps it up and throws it away.
You laugh softly, sitting up properly, and Tom stands in front of you. He looks down at you, fighting back a triumphant smile.
"What?" you blush, hugging yourself with you arms.
"Nothing, darling," Tom says as he lifts your chin, kissing you gently. Better than any on-screen kiss you ever done, and definitely a whole lot sweeter.
Once he pulled away from you, and you shared a goofy grin together, you pushed back his curly hair, and wiped his lips,
"Now, how are we going to go back like this?"
Tom laughed, throwing his head back and hunching his shoulders as he started to pick up the piles of clothes on the floor, and helping you hop off the counter. Your knees fell from under you, and you fell into a hug with him, holding each other naked in the small room.
You were about to speak when you heard a wild pounding on the door, the sounds of many fists knocking. You both froze, and you hugged deeper into his strong arms.
"Tom! Tom!" several voices called behind the locked door.
Tom held you tightly, and hesitated at first but turned to yell towards the door, "Yea?"
"Did you get her number? Did you?" you could hear the boys scrambling behind the door.
You look at Tom with nervous eyes, wanting to disappear into his chest. What were you going to do? How were you going to go back out there?
The cheeky brit kissed the top of your head, reassuringly, but then smiled devilishly,
"Got a little more than that, mate!"
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