𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 | Tom Holland

21

A/N: just a slight warning before you read, there is smut in this chapter so I'll put a little * sign before and after so you can skip if you'd like :)

Y/N POV:

When I wake up I see Tom laying next to me, his full lips slightly parted and his chest rises and falls back down with every breath he takes. He looks peaceful. We still need to talk about what happened last night. If he's not ready to talk about it, that's fine. But at least say it, instead of ignoring me and pushing me away. I don't know what happened between him and his parents, but I hope he understands I'm here for him. 

Toms arms are still wrapped around me, his warm, big hands at the small of my back. I smile and kiss him on the cheek before I turn around and look at my phone to check the time.

It's only 5:46am.

I love cuddling with Tom in the morning. It has become my favorite thing over the last few days.

Tom opens his eyes and wraps his arms around my body and pulls me partly on top of him. I turn around so I can face him and let my fingertips glide gently over his skin. He closes his eyes and I let my fingers slide towards his cheek and then to his hair. His hair feels soft against my fingers. 

This whole time, I didn't see how broken Tom really is. I was too caught up in my own shit that I didn't think about him, about taking care of him. He's always been there for me and I've taken him for granted. 

"What are you thinking about?" Tom asks. 

"You," I answer simply. The corners of his mouth go up, his lips turning into a soft smile. His dark eyebrows raise slightly when he looks at me staring at him. His brown eyes follow every movement I make.

My hand cups his face, well, the most part of it. I don't have the biggest hands. I can feel small stubbles underneath my hand and when my hand glides further down they tickle my skin. Toms full lips are slightly parted as he looks down at me. He pushes a strand of hair out of my face and I can feel my heart beating faster in my chest when he leans forward. 

"What are you thinking about me?" he mumbles, his nose touching mine. I can feel his breath on my skin. "That you are a great guy" I whisper. 

"Is that so?" He looks me in the eyes and I almost forget to breathe. Toms fingertips trace the lines of my lips. 

"So... soft" he murmurs. I don't know why I'm so turned on by his words, but I can feel the tension in-between my legs build up. 

"Kiss me" I breathe. I sound desperate, begging him to touch me, but I can't help it. I need him. I need to feel his lips on mine, to feel his hands on my bare skin. 

Tom doesn't hesitate and lets his lips touch mine. My hands glide into his hair instantly and gently pull the strands. His lips feel soft on mine, but it doesn't last long. His hands find the hem of my t-shirt and he lifts it up, over my head and tosses it onto the ground. Within seconds I'm lying underneath him.

*Smut starts now*

His fingers start from my neck and glide towards the fabric of my jeans, his mouth following that trace, placing soft, wet kisses on my bare skin. Goosebumps spread all over my body when he takes my bra off and his lips take my breast into his mouth, his hand massaging the other. I close my eyes, enjoying his touch. 

Suddenly Tom undoes the tie of my sweatpants and slides them down my legs, until I'm left in nothing but my panties. He himself is still clothed, so I grab his t-shirt and pull it over his head. 

"You're so beautiful," Tom says, looking at my body. I've never been too confident about my body. I don't have the figure guys normally go for. But with Tom, I don't feel ashamed anymore. He makes me feel beautiful. 

"You are too." I say the words before I realise it. I do mean them. Tom looks surprised by my words, but he doesn't back away. In fact, he leans over and kisses me again. His fingers rub against my panties. I bet he can feel the wetness. My breathing gets louder and faster when he takes them off and touches my most sensitive spot. I grab the sheets underneath me when he hits just the right spot, a muffled moan escapes from my lips. 

"Tom, wait," I breathe pushing his hand away when I feel my orgasm building up. I don't actually want him to stop, but I want to do something for him as well. Tom looks at me with a questionable look and I crawl from underneath him and push him into the mattress. I straddle him by placing my thigh on either side of his body.

Tom smirks at me.

He's definitely enjoying this. I pull his sweatpants off which leaves him with a huge bulge in his black boxers. He's wearing Calvin Klein boxers and I have to say, it's attractive. Nice underwear on boys is just as important as lingerie for women. I let my hand glide over his boxers, massaging and teasing him a little.

Tom hisses and lets his head fall back into the pillow. He knows there is no point in fighting me. Slowly I let my finger glide into the white elastic of his boxers. Tom looks at me. His eyes say enough. He's practically begging me to do something. I slide his boxers down off of his legs and throw them onto the floor next to the bed. His member is big and hard. I pump him in my hand a few times before I close my mouth around his tip, slowly taking him deeper in me. 

"Fuck" Tom growls, a load moan leaving his mouth. I use my tongue along and Tom grabs my hair. He guides me to pick up the right pace. 

"Fuck, yeah, shit Y/N" Tom moans and tugs at my hair, but it makes me even more turned on. I feel like I'm dripping right now. 

"Holy shit" Tom sighs when he looks at me, looking up at him.  "I'm close," Tom mumbles. "If you don't want me to... Fuck...Y/N/N, you have to stop."

I let him go and within seconds I'm underneath him again. Tom puts a condom on before he spreads my legs and pushes himself into me. His movements are calm and steady. He kisses me, his tongue asking for entrance and I allow him. His hands glide over my body, following the fine lines on my thighs. I back away from our kiss to let a moan out and I let my nails scratch lightly over his back. He'll probably have red streaks later, but he doesn't seem to care. 

Tom is still moving at a slow, steady pace. Normally I'm more into harder sex, but surprisingly this works for me. Everything seems to work when Tom does it. I feel the tension in my stomach building up. Tom starts moving a bit faster. He probably feels the same tension. His lips kiss my neck and suck and bite softly on my skin. 

"Shit," I moan when he hits the right spot. Tom picks up the pace even more, bringing us both to our high. I close my eyes, moaning his name as I clench my walls around him and come undone. Tom follows quickly after. His body falls on top of mine and I place a kiss on his head.    

*Smut stops here*

After we took a shower together we're back in his bed. Tom is wearing only his boxers and I'm wearing his shirt and some panties. Tom lies on his back and I'm on my side, tracing the lines of his six pack. "You know, I want to get a tattoo" I say. 

"What do you want?" Tom asks. I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know." Tom laughs and wraps his arms around me. 

"Maybe you should think about that first," he says. "Maybe I'll take your name," I say, trying to sound serious. Tom looks shocked for a moment, before he realises it's a joke. 

"I know I said I don't want you to leave me," he begins. "But I don't need that kind of commitment. I believe you on your word." I laugh and intertwine our fingers. 

"Y/N," Tom mumbles, "yeah?" I look up at him. 

"I don't want to rush into things, but when do you think you're ready for a relationship?" he asks. "The time we're spending together has been nice, but I just want some assurance."

"To be honest, I have a lot going on in my head right now," I explain. "And I'm not ready for something new, yet. But I'm definitely open to the idea of a relationship with you. It's not like I'm running to someone else. My eyes are on you, and only you. I don't expect you to wait for weeks, but I need just a little more time to clear my head. And to deal with all the chaos going on right now." Tom nods. 

"That's okay," he says. "As long as you don't shut me out."

"I won't," I assure him.

"Just promise you won't do the same?" I look up at him.

"I promise."