Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, like all the fluff, oral (female and male receiving), smut, some wine

Summary: It's everything red and pink, drenched in hearts and roses, representing a simple and powerful four-letter word.

Your feet ache and legs are sore as you make your way to Tom's door, one of his bright ideas. While it might be Valentine's Day, it's not a true holiday and you were stuck at work, receiving texts from Tom all day, reminding you to come over after work. Tom refused to tell you what he had planned and it truly surprised you that he actually managed to keep it a secret but as you searched for the key to his home in your bag, you were sure you'd open the door to see him basically vibrating from excitement, unable to keep the secret any longer.

The door creaks open and you're greeted with a dark doorway and a dimmed kitchen to your right. Red, pink, and white heart-shaped balloons can be seen scattered about the kitchen and leading into the living room. Rose petals littered the floor in a messy trail and the scent of roses filled your senses.

"Tom?" You called out as you kicked off your shoes beside his old Nikes. "Where are you?" Your brows furrow as you start to make your way to the kitchen.

Lit candles are neatly scattered about his countertop with a box of chocolates, the lid half open to let you see what's inside. You pluck a chocolate from the box before moving to one of the chairs against the snack bar, resting your bag in the seat. It's then that you look up to get a better look at the balloons, all of them inscribed with quotes.

You tug down the string of one balloon and read over the writing in sharpie, the words scribbled in Tom's handwriting.

"You make me a better man. - As Good As It Gets"

A smile comes to your face, gentle and soft as you let the balloon float back to the ceiling and grab another one.

"To me, you are perfect. Love Actually"

You brush a hand over the lettering, none of it smearing meaning Tom has had these balloons done and unrushed. Your heart starts to swell as you bring your attention back to the ceiling, holding the red heart in your hands. The entire ceiling is covered in them and they start to lead out of the kitchen, following the trail of rose petals. So, you decide to let the balloon go and pluck balloons from the ceiling as you follow the petals

"It's like in that moment the whole universe existed just to bring us together. - Serendipity"

"They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. - Big Fish"

"Everything I have ever done, I've done for you. - Great Expectations "

"Soulmates. It's extremely rare, but it exists. It's sort of like twin souls tuned into each other. – When Dreams May Come"

"I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love. – The Vow"

You keep pulling balloons down, red, pink, white, whichever color happens to come down and the back of your eyes start to burn. Tears swell behind your eyes as all of your love and adoration for Tom comes to the surface.

"I've come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours. – Sense & Sensibility"

"You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed. Forever. – Love & Other Drugs"

"You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have. – The Notebook"

"It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, meant we were supposed to be together and I knew it. – Sleepless in Seattle"

Tom must have spent hours on just the balloons. He doesn't really dislike any type of movie but you know him better than anyone and so far, you've found quotes from just romance films and you know those aren't Tom's favorites. He'll watch them on his own or with you but they aren't ones that are usually his top picks meaning he had to either sit through all of these movies just for this or take the time and look for them online. And then go through the task of writing them all down, neatly, on mylar balloons. This has taken a lot of time and it's just for you.

"I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you. – Dirty Dancing"

"You were my dream. – Tangled"

"If you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise the moment just passes you by. – My Bestfriend's Wedding"

"I'm happiest when I'm being myself, and myself when I'm with you. – What's Your Number"

"Our love is like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it. – A Walk to Remember"

Tom's door is in view but you can't help but keep pulling down balloons. Your heart is erratic and the lump in your throat has tripled in size in just a few minutes. Salty tears have made their way down your cheeks and to your lips, you sniffle and having to wipe your eyes carefully without smudging your makeup. There's so much effort here and you're not sure what's made him do it or what else he's got planned. You're just happy that you have him because who else puts this much effort into Valentine's Day?

"Take love, multiply it by infinity and take it to the depths of forever.. and you still have only a glimpse of how I feel for you. - Meet Joe Black"

"But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the you I'll be in love with tomorrow. - If I Stay"

"Being with you is the only way I could have a full and happy life. You're the girl of my dreams - 50 First Dates"

Every single quote is about being in love and he's never said it to you and you've never said it to him. Deep down, you both know you love each other. You've been dating almost a year and it's always just right there. Careful touches, random take out or soup runs when one of you is sick, patience beyond compare with juggling your jobs and mismatched schedules, selflessness in everything the two of you do. It's there but not out loud. Not yet.

"I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. - Lord of the Rings

"I can do all of these things because you believe in me. Because you give me the strength and the will to get them done - The Amazing Spiderman vol. 2 #50"

"But something in her makes me gentle. Makes me shy. Makes me strong. Makes me happy to be alive. - The Amazing Spiderman #53"

"I have to protect the one thing I can't live without. That's you. - Iron Man 3"

"It's always you. - Avengers Endgame"

You held the pink balloon in your hands and you almost laugh because of course, the last few before you get to his door are Marvel-related but they're all ones that are important and sweet, ones you know he likes and appreciates. All the other ones are amazing and they all have you crying but these last few, especially the Spider-Man ones, have you sniffling and wanting to scream how much you love Tom from every rooftop of the city. It's special, more than the others because this is him. This is his thing and he's choosing to share it with you, showing you that when he reads the comics and he looks at Peter and MJ, he's reminded of you. And you're breathless.

You let the balloon graze against your fingertips as it floated to the ceiling before you reached for the handle of Tom's room. The door opens quietly and you're met with the sight of Tom, cheeks flushed while he bites his lip and fiddles with his fingers. His eyes are doe-eyed and drenched in nerves as he looks back to you and around the room, as if making sure you liked the sight. The theme of rose petals scattered across the floor continues. Candles are lit all around his room, no lights, just candles and it all smells like a field of roses.

"Hi." You say through a smile, taking a step in the room.

"Hey." He says, sucking in a deep breath. "Do...you like it?"

"Yeah, of course." Your voice is just above a whisper as you stand in front of him. "All this for Valentine's Day?" You raise a brow and reach out to put your hands on his hips.

Tom shakes his head, his hands meeting your waist. "No." It's a chuckle that leaves his lips and you swear his cheeks would be as red as the rose petals if the lighting were better. "We've been dating almost a year." Tom says, a slight quiver to his voice.

"We have been." You watch him carefully as your heart rate echos through your ears.

"I've never told you before but, uh," A nervous laugh escapes his throat as he shakes his head, a few loose curls moving with the motion. "I love you and I have since we first met. You make me a better person and you make me happy to be alive and I just really love you and I wanna show you how much I love you every day that you'll let me." After the initial three words, everything became a ramble in one word, the quiver becoming more evident.

"I love you, too." You say and you want to start crying again because you know, you've always known but to hear it is something otherworldly.

Tom lets out a breath visibly relaxing as he squeezes your hips. "You do?" The quiver is gone as he nearly exclaims the questions, eyes bright.

"Yes," You widen your eyes, a smirk coming to your lips. "And I wanna show you how much every day that you'll let me."

Tom pulls you gently against him and his lips start to graze against yours. "I'd like that." He whispers before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

You deepen the kiss and Tom's hands glide over your back and come up to cup your face. His thumbs trace over where tears had been falling just minutes prior and his tongue swipes against your lips. You tangle your hands in his hair, gaining an almost inaudible moan from Tom. You detach your lips from his, kissing down his jawline and to his neck, nipping at the skin and brushing your tongue over the mark to soothe his skin. Tom's heart races as you reach for the hem of his shirt, his arms going up to help you remove the fabric and your lips attach to his collarbone.

You leave a trail of red and purple marks down his chest and stomach, moving to your knees in front of his crotch. Your hands work the button of his jeans and pull them and his boxer briefs down with ease, Tom's hands coming to the sides of your face, brushing your hair out of the way. His cock is sprung in front of your face and you look up at Tom through your lashes, an easy smile decorating your face before you wrap your lips just around his tip. Tom lets out a gasp, his hands moving to the back of your head to get a better grip on your hair but careful not to push you onto him.

You hum against him, your tongue moving around the tip and the slit, teasing him. It's taking every muscle in him to not jerk his hips forward and have you deep throat him right then and there. You hum again, the vibrations sending a surge of warmth and ecstasy through Tom's body.

"Please." He pleads, looking down at you through hooded eyes.

At a steady pace, you take him completely into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. You bob your head and bring your hand up to work what you couldn't fit into your mouth. Tom's head is thrown back, his grip tight on your hair. Small moans come from him as you look up to him. His lips are pursed and you can see his chest moving with every breath and you can't ignore the growing heat between your legs as you look at him. You rub your thighs together, bringing your other hand up to play with his balls. Tom lets out a loud moan, his neck craning to look down at you.

"Fuck." He whispers, his eyes meeting your yours. "Come 'ere." Tom mutters, voice rough as he gently pulls you off of him and to your feet.

His lips connect to yours in a heated kiss before he starts stripping you of your clothes. Your shirt goes first and a smirk dances across his face as he catches a glimpse of your red laced bra.

"It's your favorite." You state, biting your lip while you wiggle your brows.

"Mmm." Tom hums as his hands work on pulling your pants off, revealing matching lace underwear. "You're gorgeous, ya know?" Tom says, looking you over.

"I know." A confident smile splits your face.

"Good." Tom's voice is graveled as his lips come back to yours for one deep and heated kiss.

His lips trail down your jaw to your neck as you did to him and his hand snakes behind your back, undoing the clasp of your bra. Your bra falls to the floor before Tom's arms wrap around you and move you to the bed, laying you flat on your back. His lips attack your chest, leaving marks below your collarbone before his lips attach to one of your nipples, sucking and swiping his tongue over the bud. You gasp and move your hands to his hair, threading your fingers through the strands.

A coil builds in the pit of your stomach as Tom's fingers play with your other nipple. Your thighs rub together as your moans grow louder. Tom's hot breath fans over your breast as he detaches himself to chuckle.

"Growing impatient?" His eyes flicker between yours and where your bodies meet.

"Maybe." You whisper, biting your lip once, a taunting smile coming to your lips.

"All you've to do is ask." Tom teases, tweaking your nipple as he moves to his knees and fiddles with the hem of your underwear.

"Take them off and touch me, please." The words leave your mouth, half a plea and half daring him.

Tom's face lights up with more lust as he strips the remaining fabric from your body and positions himself between your legs. His lips kiss gently over your thighs before he places a kiss to your clit, deciding not to tease too much. You let out a small gasp and grip the sheets as he licks a stripe up your folds. His tongue dips inside and traces patterns and letters, working you slowly and then quickly, devouring you as if he's been waiting for this moment all day. Your moans fill his ears, egging him on while his lips move to suck on your clit, inserting a finger and then another into your center.

Your hands go to his hair, tugging as you look down to him, feeling yourself hovering over the edge. "Tommy." You gasp out through a straggled moan.

He hums and speeds up his movements, encouraging you to come undone. And you do with a string of moans of his name and swears, your legs clenching around his head while your toes curl. Your head spins as Tom slows his movements, helping you ride out your high.

Tom moves over you, his lips meetings yours, allowing you to taste yourself on him. "I love you." He murmurs, this time with much more confidence than before, no quiver.

"I love you, too." You murmur back, your hands cupping his cheeks before one of them reaches over to his nightstand and pulls out a condom.

Tom takes it from you and slides on the latex to his throbbing cock. He positions himself and slides in with ease thanks to your first orgasm. He bottoms out and starts a slow and steady rhythm, the two of you enjoying the feeling of each other.

Your hands glide down his back, tracing over the muscle he's worked too hard to get and his hands are planted on either side of you, arms holding him up. You kiss up his bicep and over his shoulder, before meeting his lips.

Your head falls back onto the pillows as Tom kisses your forehead and his speed increases. One hand at a time, his hands find yours and intertwine your fingers, pulling your arms above your head. His head hangs in the crook of your neck as both of your moans start to get louder and beads of sweat form over your bodies.

Coils build in your stomachs and your hips thrust up to meet his. And soon enough, you're both falling over the edge of your highs. Strings of 'i love you's' and each other's name reverberates against the walls until your highs are ridden out fully.

"Tom?" You whisper, catching your breath.

Tom looks at you, your bodies sticking together with a thin layer of sweat. "Hmm?" He hums with a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you."

Tom could swear his heart soared to the heavens with those three words coming from your mouth first. And he would kill to hear them every day.

"I love you, too." He says and it's said with excitement and confidence, even the smallest tinge of disbelief. "But," He says as he starts moving off of you and starts taking care of the condom. "Stay here and don't get dressed."

Your brows furrow as you sit up on your elbows. "Why...?"

"It's a surprise." He says, winking at you as he gets up and starts walking off.

"Because the balloons and the rose petals and candles weren't enough?" You ask, teasing him with his back to you, giving you a nice view.

"Not for you." Tom states over his shoulder before he leaves the room.

"Aren't you worried that there could be a serial killer in your house? You're just walking around naked and they could kill you. Wouldn't that suck to be killed naked?"

You hear Tom laugh from down the hall before he starts yelling back to you. "No one thinks of that."

"I did!" You sit all the way up and wrap one of Tom's blankets around your shoulders.

"You're weird!" Tom yells back.

"But you love me!"

"I do!" Tom says and all you can hear is him laughing, a sound that makes your heart sing.

But, his laughter is cut off by the sound of running water from the bathroom. It's loud, thundering and echoing into the bedroom and it doesn't stop. It just turns into a splashing sound and you pick up on what Tom is doing.

He returns a few minutes later, still naked. "C'mon." He extends a hand for you and you take it, allowing him to lead you to the bathroom.

Once you get the bathroom, you're met with a bathtub filled with water and bubbles, candles decorated the counter with more rose petals. A bottle of wine and two wine glasses sit on the edges of the tub, positioned for both of you to have a glass. Tom helps you into the tub, the water the perfect temperature and once you're comfortable, Tom joins you, sitting opposite you. You grab your wine glass and hold it out for him to pour you a drink. He does so with ease before pouring himself some.

"Was this okay?" Tom asks, taking a sip of the red wine.

"It's perfect." You state. "I do wonder what all the rose petals and balloons set you back though, there's a lot."

"Too much?" Tom asks with a slight grimace.

You shake your head. "No, it's all perfect and I'm gonna take pictures of every balloon and gather up every rose petal..." You pause for a second, watching Tom's face relax. "Put them in a vase or something."

"Why?" He asks, one of his hands under the water and rubbing your shin.

"Because you put a lot of thought into this and I wanna remember it."

Tom's cheeks tint a shade of pink. "You're worth it." He says as he leans forward, the two of you meeting in the middle to share a wine-flavored kiss. "I've got movies picked out after this, too and made sure your favorite jumper and joggers of mine are clean for you." Tom jerks his head to the side, bringing your attention to your favorite clothing of his, away from the candles with towels and clothing another pair of sweats for him.

"Thank you." You thank him with a kind voice and soft eyes.

Tom returns the smile before kissing you once more.