Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!!!)

Summary: It's Tom's birthday and you've got a bit of surprise for him

The screen of Tom's laptop illuminated his face as he smiled tiredly at the screen. His earbuds are in both ears and he's laid out shirtless, on his stomach just listening to you talk. Loose and damp curls fall onto his forehead as he shakes his head to something you've said before a tired and small chuckle comes from the back of his throat.

"You seem tired?" You muse.

"Never too tired for you, love." Tom says without missing a beat.

"You've had a long day though, maybe I should let you go." You offer with gentle eyes and a small smile.

"'S alright, don't mind." Tom assures, scratching the bridge of his nose.

"It's your birthday....." You check the clock before looking back at him. "In an hour, don't you wanna be rested?"

"For what?" Tom murmurs. "You're not here, seems a bit pointless." Tom's eyes widen as he teases.

He's away for filming which means you're not actually together for the moment. It's been a few months even and while Tom might be playing it off as a joke, he's definitely bummed he won't be seeing you in person for his birthday.

The two of you have been dating for quite some time and you've gotten into the habit of always spending your birthdays together, breakfast in bed and then movies, all day long with a detour to family. And even if he happened to be working for his birthday, you two always found a way to get you out to him but this year seemed different. You seemed to just not get out of work this time and things didn't really align. So, now, Tom's alone, supposedly miles and miles away from you. That's what he thinks anyway.

You're actually a mile down the road in your own hotel room. Truthfully, you weren't supposed to be able to get out of work. Your job is low on staff and your boss really was supposed to need you but last minute, they were able to find someone to work and cover your shift if you still wanted the weekend off. Of course, you jumped on it with countless thank you's and were quick to call Harry and Sam who helped you get a room just down the street from Tom's so you could surprise him the day of his actual birthday.

If it's gonna be last minute, you really wanted to surprise him. And it's a great idea because you know he'll be surprised and it'll be great, really it will be, but it does hurt a little to see that flicker of sadness in his eyes as he watches the screen of his laptop.

"Sure you and your brothers will find something to do." You muse.

Tom hangs his head with a laugh. "Probably barge in here early as fuck."

"See, better get some sleep then."

Tom holds a soft smile and he knows you're urging him to get to sleep because he doesn't sleep much and you've told him before that he needs more sleep. Work is important but so is sleep.

"Mhm," Tom hums. "Fine." Tom says with reluctance. "Can I call you first thing though?" He asks and it's a little bit of a shy question while the smile falls slightly and his eyes go innocent. "Miss you."

"Of course, Tommy." You bite your lip with the response. "Call me when you wake up."

"Promise you won't send me to voicemail if you're tired?" Tom asks and his cheeks are tinting a quiet shade of pink that makes your heart flutter in your chest

"For you? I'd answer even if I were dead."

Tom lets out a laugh, probably too loud for the people in the room next to his. "You're a dork." He says.

"Yeah, but I'm your dork." You scrunch your nose while Tom's laughter calms down and the same sleepy but soft smile decorates his face.

"I love you, ya know?" Tom says.

"I know and I love you." You say, smile splitting your face. "Goodnight, Tom."

"Goodnight, y/n." Tom says sadly but the smile holds firm before the two of you end the video call.

You lay back in bed, a bit relieved he was too tired to notice you weren't in your shared bedroom or living room. But, there's also touches of bittersweet excitement coursing through your veins. You feel so bad lying to him even though you know he'll understand he won't be mad. He's surprised you countless times but it still sucks to see him sad and all you want to do is make your way to his hotel room right now but the plan is the morning. Harry isn't dropping off the keycard until early so you couldn't just sneak in anyway.

There's also that thrill of knowing you're gonna surprise him and you'll be able to just spend the day with him. You haven't seen him a lot lately and you miss him so much you're sure you won't actually be getting sleep from being so excited to have him in your arms again.

Hours pass and you end up being right. Tom is just down the street in his own hotel and in his own room actually getting sleep while you toss and turn with butterflies bubbling with excitement through your body. It takes everything in you to keep forcing yourself to get more sleep until your alarm goes off and by the time it does, you probably got a total of three hours of sleep but with the excitement you feel to see Tom again in person, it feels like you've had the best sleep of your life. So, you waste no time in showering and getting ready, making sure you wear Tom's favorite sundress as well as his favorite bra and thong, everything just for him.

Harry and Sam stop by right on time and pass off one of Tom's keycards to you while you had off your own, allowing the twins to your room. The three of you don't really exchange much conversation, partially due to the twins both looking like they were just going to go right back to sleep and partially because you were taking the keycard and nearly running out of the door to just get on with it.

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Your stomach bubbled with anticipation and your fingers lightly shook as you got to Tom's hotel and quickly entered the elevator to his floor, walking to his room at as much of a normal pace as you could muster. You gained a few looks from the few people that happened to be awake but you didn't pay any of them much attention as your heart was just set on reaching Tom's room and when you did, you needed to suck in a breath to calm yourself down before inserting the keycard, gaining a green light with the sound of the locks.

As quietly as you could, you pushed the door open and kept your footsteps as light as possible. Tom is a pretty sound sleeper but you really didn't want to risk him waking up with you creeping into his room. It's not exactly what you had in mind. Luckily, you seem to be in the clear.

You come around the corner and see him in bed, blanket pulled halfway down his bare chest as he's laid on his back, snoring quietly. He looks peaceful and you almost feel bad knowing you're about to wake him up but that quickly fades because you know him better than anyone and waking him up like this is never a bad thing.

You rest your bag against the wall and carefully and slowly move onto the bed beside Tom who doesn't even budge. You swear he could sleep through an earthquake sometimes. You move closer to his face, kissing his cheek softly and he groans quietly.

"Wake up, Tommy." You whisper, pressing another kiss to his cheek before moving to his lips and you can feel him smiling against you through his sleep-ridden state.

"Y/n..." Tom mumbles, likely thinking he's dreaming and it takes everything in you not to laugh before you straddle his lap and kiss around his neck, nipping the skin softly, careful not leave a mark where anyone could see it. And that's enough to get his eyes to flutter open.

His heart stops in his chest as a rush of confusion hits him. You're sitting above him, right on his pelvis and your lips are still pressed to his neck and he swears he's asleep but by the way you feel against him, the way you still send shocks of electricity through every part of his body, he knows you're really there.

"Happy birthday." Your voice is lust-filled as you kiss up his jawline and to his lips before sitting up, making eye contact with him.

His eyes are still full of sleep but they're needy and relieved. He starts to gain a smile and it's the quiet one, the one you only get when he's trying not to cry in the middle of the airport after not seeing you for a few months. It's the one he tries to hide because he's so in love with you he could scream and the one that hides the tears of joy when he finally has you in his arms.

"Y/n." Your name sounds different coming from him this time. It's not a tired moan but instead, it's a relieved and love-filled sigh.

"Hey, Tom." You giggle from above him as you bite your lip.

"What're you doin' here?" He asks and he looks so happy your heart wants to explode.

"They found someone to cover my shifts. Harry and Sam helped with a different hotel and flight and then slipped me your room key this morning."

Tom laughs, it's raspy and sounds like the melody you've been missing for so many months. "'Course they were in on it."

"Well, yeah." Your eyes widen as you tease him. "Couldn't do it on my own."

Tom's hands go to your waist and he gives your hips a squeeze. "'M so happy to see you." The relief in his voice is almost heartbreaking, like he's been having a hard time and now he can breathe again.

"I'm happy to see you, too." You bend down and press a deep kiss to his lips. "But, I'ma take care of you right now, yeah?"

Tom lets out a low groan and his back arches from the bed, stretching slightly. "How's that?"

You wink at him and kiss his cheek before pulling the blanket away from the both of you and straddling him once more. You kiss down Tom's chest, feeling him relax as you make your way down to his Calvin Klein's. The band of the box briefs is pulled down by your fingers, Tom lifting himself with his legs to help you get rid of the only remaining fabric he has on. His dick springs up, the tip already a pretty pink with precum coming from the top.

Tom's eyes stare hungrily at you as you situate yourself between his legs and lick from the base of his dick to the very tip, swirling your tongue around. His fists grip the sheets, head thrown back into the pillow while his eyes shut and his hips buck up to your lips slightly while he grunts.

You repeat the action, gauging his reaction and you know he's always sensitive in the morning but this is his birthday and it's been a few months since either of you have had sex so he's that much on edge so you don't spend too much teasing him before taking his length in your mouth.

Tom sighs lowly, his eyes hooded as he opens them and looks down at you, the sight alone could be enough to get him to reach his peak. Your cheeks hollow and Tom's already letting out moans that sound like heaven. His hands come down to your hair, pulling it out of your face and you look up to him through your lashes. The softest and most gorgeous whimper escapes his parted lips while his chest moves with every breath and each breath becomes heavier than the last.

"'M not gonna last." Tom mutters, his hips thrusting up involuntarily while your arm comes up to hold his hips down.

You pull your mouth off of him with a pop. "How do ya wanna get off?" You ask, batting your eyelashes at him. Tom looks at you with his jaw agape and his dick throbbing and begging for more attention. "Like this or inside me or anywhere else?" You offer.

"Fuck." Tom swears and his head pushes back into the pillows and it's not even a question how he wants to get off and you know that by the way he's twitching. "Ride me." Tom says, his voice drenched in lust as he sits up and reaches for you.

You climb your way back up Tom's body and he immediately helps take your dress off, slipping it over your head and he gains a grin, eyes landing on the black lace bra and thong. "You wore all this for me?" He asks, brows quirked and that cornered grin makes you roll your eyes while a smile comes to your lips.

"It is your birthday, Tom." You quip.

"You're the best, ya know that?" Tom asks while his hands work around your back, unhooking your bra and allowing it to fall off your shoulders before you toss it to the side with your dress. "And beautiful." Tom whispers, eyes flickering between yours and your exposed breasts.

Tom cups our breasts, your nipples sliding between his fingers as he squeezes. Rushes of heat flood your core as small gasps come from the back of your throat. Tom pinches and twists your nipples, enjoying how your body reacts to him and he's gained a cocky grin, one you don't even mind because he deserves to be cocky in this department. No one makes you feel as good as he does and he knows it all too well.

He leans up, hands falling from your breasts and going to cup your chest, his lips connecting with yours in one deep kiss. You grind against him, Tom moaning against your lips.

"Please." Tom pleads, hips thrusting up to you.

You smile against him before one of your hands lightly pushes him back so his back is flat against the mattress. Tom watches you above him, you sliding your thong to the side with one hand and the other holding his throbbing dick, lining his length up with your soaking core. You sigh as you slide onto him with little strain. Tom matches your sigh, his hips remaining as still as he can manage so you can get used to him being inside you again.

With your hands planted on Tom's chest, you start to bounce on his length. Tom's eyes want to close in bliss and arousal but he can't keep his eyes off of you. Your breasts are bouncing with every move you make and there's something about your clit hitting his pelvis that builds the coil in his stomach, making him reach to it and start rubbing quick and harsh circle on the small bud.

Your moans grow louder and higher pitched with every movement and you can feel yourself getting close, your toes start to curl with every passing second and Tom's eyes are fully trained on you, sending you over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard, you calling Tom's name with multiple curses and Tom follows right after, exploding into you and soon the room is a mixture of the two of you gasping for air while your heads are dizzy on the comedown.

"Best birthday present." Tom mutters as you lay on his chest, his lips close to your ear.

"Mmm," You hum, turning your head to face him. "Happy birthday." You say, this time it's more tired than the first, your heart still slowing down.

"Lemme clean you up." Tom offers, his voice quiet as he moves you off of him, shocks of pleasure still course through you with the movement, your core sensitive.

"Thanks." Heat rises to your cheeks with the word.

Tom heads to the bathroom and grabs a wet towel before coming back and gently cleaning himself off of you. His movements are delicate and precise as you watch him. Your heart swells in your chest and you just love him with everything you have. Even when he looks like a complete mess after sex, sweaty forehead and damp curls sticking all over the place. He's yours and your his.

"I've got my laptop and downloaded your favorite movies." You suggest after Tom leaves the towel by the other dirty ones and goes to his luggage in front of the bed.

"Oh, yeah?" He quirks a brow at you before digging through, looking for fresh clothes.

"We could spend the day here, watch a few movies, maybe....exercise some more." Your voice is suggestive and all Tom can do is chuckle before tossing you a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt.

"Sounds perfect." He replies, sliding on his own pair of boxer briefs while you put on the clothes he tossed to you.

Tom grabs your bag and you take out your laptop, setting it up just for the two of you. You pull out a few snacks to Tom's surprise, all of them being his favorites. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you as close to him as possible while you let the movie start to play. And sure, maybe exploring would be cool since it's Tom's day off but there's always something special about being in each other's arms that neither of you can resist. So, you spend the day just like that. Curled up in the hotel bed, watching all of Tom's favorite movies with words of 'I love you's' and 'i missed you's.