tom holland oneshots

track seven: makeup

warnings : aftercare, basically a whole thing based off of sex

summary : reader and tom write 'makeup' the song about "intimacy after an argument"

word count : 1300

(requested) note : when i mention victoria, i mean victoria monet, ariana grande's friend and songwriting partner. they work together quite a lot, and in this case you are ariana grande, so her friends are yours too

Tom was cleaning you now, a soft smile adorned on his face. You were still panting, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. You were still adjusting from the previous high, and Tom had come back in his boxers to help you to the bathroom. 

Leaning down, he kissed your forehead. "I love you, and I'm sorry." 

"You've said sorry like ten times already, Tommy," you said, pouting. "And I'm the one who's sorry."

"None of that, love. It was all on me. Now c'mon, lets get you to the bathroom." 

Sitting up, your legs dangled off the side of the bed as you made a move to get up, but your legs nearly collapsed underneath you, and you fell into Tom's arms.

He caught you with a grin, and you sent a playful glare his way before making your way to the bathroom.

***

You were out of the shower and Tom was somewhere in the house. Showers were some of the greatest places for your ideas and melodies to form, as well as your lyrics. Moving quickly, you got dressed and made your way into the home studio you had set up in a room down the hall. Grabbing your journal and your favorite pen, you sat down in the egg chair and got to writing.

Your phone was on, the voice recording app opened on a file: a demo of the melody stuck in your head. It was just the chorus part, but no doubt it would be easy to fill in the gaps after the lyrics were completed. 

The chorus to what you hoped would be a good song, was sitting on the opened page, and you were figuring out which key would be best fit for it. 

After around ten minutes, you moved on to another part of the song, parts of it coming easily to you. 

'Promise me that when you kiss my lips,' you wrote on the page, humming out a melody and testing if it would work in the way you wanted it to. 

***

You had finished a verse and part of the bridge when Tom came in, curious as to what you were doing all alone in the studio, because usually the two of you would cuddle or watch a movie after a good fuck. 

"Love? Whaddya doing?" 

"Just- uh, writing a song," you said, slightly distracted. 

"Yeah? About what?" 

"You." 

You hadn't glanced up from your journal, and Tom was thankful that you wouldn't be able to see the heavy blush that set in on his face. He scratched the back of his neck before glancing down to your journal.

"What.. what about me?" 

Finally taking the time to look at him, you bashfully smiled. "Uh- just... yanno. Sex 'n' stuff." 

Tom's eyes went wide, jaw slack as he gulped in surprise and nervousness. 

"Li-like the one we just- today's.. sex?" 

"Mhmm," you hummed out, jotting down another line to the bridge. "Wanna help?" You asked, looking up from your spot before grinning. 

"Uh- yeah," he said, taking a seat in the chair beside you. "C-can I see what you have so far?"