So, 2017 is going to be a big year for you and Tom: New house, Homecoming premiere, wedding planning, oh and there's that whole illegitimate daughter coming to visit. Not a damn thing could possibly go wrong! The sarcastic, sweet, and sexy saga con...
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"Why is she calling me?" you grumbled looking at your phone.
"Who?" Tom asked, salivating over the display of cakes behind the glass.
"My mother," you sighed, sliding your phone back in your pocket. You rested your head on his shoulder and heaved another big sigh. He kissed the top of your head then gave your ass a nice squeeze.
"Careful, Tiger, or you'll be tasting more than cake today," you murmured.
"Can I ice all over your sponge?" he growled into your hair. You burst out laughing and pushed him away.
"Dork," you giggled, shaking your head.
"That line has worked before," he said with a shrug and that charming, cheeky grin.
"On who - Betty Crocker?" you shot back. He waved his fist at you and narrowed his eyes comically.
So yeah - cake tasting. Tom's idea. It was the first official wedding thing you guys have done together. You argued that it made no sense to do any of it until you set a date and picked a venue. But Tom was adamant, said you needed to start doing something to prepare. Then he mumbled that it didn't even feel like you were even engaged because you haven't started planning anything yet. You felt a little sting in your heart over that. Real talk, you've been avoiding all that shit. Not because you didn't care, but you thought well, been there - done that. It's better if he took the reins, then everything could be how he wanted. You didn't give a fuck about chicken or fish or spring or autumn, just as long as there were some I Do's in there somewhere. Just as long as Princess could have his perfect day.
Still, you took a mental note: Attempt to be more involved. You didn't like that look he got in his eyes when you brushed stuff off. It made you feel like an ungrateful asshole. You didn't mean to be an ungrateful asshole. Who the fuck wants to marry an ungrateful asshole? Tom Holland apparently.
"Alright, here we are," Katie the baker, came around the corner with a platter of cake samples. But like huge samples. And they took up the entire tray. Tom was probably doing his damnedest not to jizz himself right there.
"My teeth hurt just looking at that," you cringed. You, on the other hand, were not a dessert person. Tom was going to have a field day with this platter to himself.
"We do give complimentary toothbrushes," Katie said with a good humored smile. Her vibrant purple hair matched an assortment of pastries throughout the bakery. She came highly recommended by Percy's mother, of all people. Percy said baking was the only way his mother could express her love to him. You just kind of grimaced at him when he said that. Percy's got a lot of issues.
Don't we all.
Speaking of mothers...and issues...
You looked down at your phone again. She's called twice now. You haven't spoken for months, not since she basically tried to rip you and Tom apart by driving a wedge of secrets between you two. The whole thing was so malicious and calculated on her part. You still haven't been able to bring yourself to speak to her.
"Just let me know, if you need anything," Katie said with a smile, "I'll just be in the back."
Then she left you two with the tray of tooth decay.
Tom settled into a chair and stuffed a napkin into his collar like he was about to embark on a lobster eating extravaganza. He cracked his knuckles with dramatic flair and flashed you an eager grin. He just couldn't help himself.
You smiled at him with a slight shake of your head when he offered you a piece.
"Go to town, Tiger," you giggled.
"You're not having any?" he asked a little disappointed. Oops, he did that look again. Just have a bite, for fucks sake, Y/N.
You leaned in and let him feed you. It was some mocha flavored cake with caramel buttercream.
"Holy fuck" you said with your mouth full. Tom's grin widened and he nodded at you, clearly amused by your reaction.
"That's good as shit," you moaned, "Here," you picked up another piece and fed it to him.
Tom pounded the table with his fists and licked his lips like he was riding some high. Well, he kinda was. My little sugar fiend, you thought.
"That is bloody delicious," he groaned, going in for another.
"Babe, this one says 'cannoli cream'," he read the placecard aloud, licking his fingertips. Your eyes lingered on his fingertips for a second. Then his tongue. And lips.
"Let's do it," you said a little more sultry than intended but, those lips and that tongue, remember?
Your tone was not entirely lost on Tom either. His eyes gave a little twinkle your way.
He fed you the next piece. Your lips snatched his thumb before he could pull away. You curled your tongue all around his digit, sucking every last bit of icing off. Slowly, you slid your mouth up and down his thumb, letting small moans escape, just loud enough for him to hear. His eyes narrowed with a craving gaze as he brushed his thumb across your bottom lip. Your tongue darted out and licked back and forth along the tip. The corners of his mouth pulled into a salacious smile. You cocked an eyebrow at him and he nodded in agreement.
"Can we get these to go?" he shouted to the back room, then turned back to you.
You grabbed his hand and inserted each finger individually, making sure to suck each one completely clean.
"What have you got in mind, Tiger?" you purred. You hoped it was exactly what you had in mind. He bit his lip and let his eyes trace your body from tit to twat.
"I'm going to have my cake and eat it too," he growled.
