tom holland oneshots

the garter dance

warnings : sexual themes? nothing too explicit

summary : tom and the reader do the garter dance at their wedding

word count : 400

pairing : husband!tom x reader

(requested) IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE THIS BUT some people don't like the concept of doing implied shit in front of their families, so yeah. enjoy ;)

"C'mon, Tom," Harrison said, pulling him towards the center of the room. 

"What are we doing now?"

"You'll see," Harrison said, trying to suppress his grin. 

"You'd think he'd be a little more excited on his own wedding day," Harry said from beside them. 

"I am excited!" Tom defended. "I just haven't seen my wife in a good while." 

"Ugh, they're just gonna keep throwing those terms in our faces, huh?" Harry said to Harrison. 

Tom rolled his eyes from between them, and they pushed their way through the crowd and into the center of the dance floor. In the middle, you were sitting in a chair, somewhat slouched, as your dress poofed out. You families were talking from all around you, in a circle waiting for whatever game this was, to start. 

Harrison pushed Tom out into the middle before talking. 

"Since we're doing all this traditional shit already," he started, his drink swaying in the glass. "We're doing the garter dance." 

Tom's eyes went wide at the words, his cheeks as red as anyone's ever seen. "We're- what?" 

Harrison merely made pushing motions with his hands, encouraging Tom to make his way over to you. Walking in front of where you were seated, he smiled down at you sheepishly, and you covered your face with your hands as you laughed nervously. 

Getting down on his knees, he glanced at your dress then back up to your face and reached for one of your hands, intertwining it with his own. Then he was lifting up the bottom of your dress, making his way to the simple lace clothing on your thigh. You felt his breath, hot and heavy on your skin, his chin caressing your leg so softly you almost didn't feel it. He kissed your leg before you felt his teeth. They wrapped around the garter securely, and you felt him move away from you and down your legs, emerging from out of your dress and between your legs, the garter in his mouth as he blushed. 

He let go of your hand as you laughed, and everyone started cheering, a new round of drinks pouring in from the kitchen. He turned to Harrison with the garter in his right hand, your hand in his other hand. 

"Please tell me I'm not throwing this like her bouquet." 

Harrison laughed, grinning. "Do whatever you please, mate." 

"Good," Tom said, pocketing the lace fabric. You slapped his arm and he smiled, helping you stand as he took both of your hands in his, slightly swaying. 

"Hi there."

"Hi, angel."