Breakfast In Bed (Tom Holland x Reader)
It was a lazy Sunday morning, you woke up to an empty bed and the smell of bacon lingering in the air.
You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you noticed the small yet visible indent on the right side of the bed, meaning your boyfriend had just gotten out of bed not too long ago.
You sat up and stretched your arms, a soft groan left your lips as you felt your muscles contract and wake your body up. Lazily, you plopped out of bed pulling the shoulder of Tom’s T-shirt you were wearing up. Sleeping in his large T-shirts was one of your favorite things to do but due to their size you always woke up a bit more exposed than necessary.
You trudged out of your shared bedroom as you followed the smell of the bacon and smiled as you saw two plates full of food on a tray with two glasses of orange juice and a single rose from your backyard bush. You then realized Tom was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed and rolled your eyes at your cheesy boyfriend but that didn’t stop your heart from swooning and your smile from spreading.
You heard a flush and the door knob to the bathroom in the hallway start to jingle so you quickly and quietly rushed back into your bedroom so you wouldn’t spoil Tom’s surprise. Just as you pulled the covers over you the door creaked open and in tip toed your boyfriend trying to balance the tray while holding the rose in between his teeth. You tried your best to act asleep and thankfully, he bought it.
You felt the bed indent next to you and then a sweet and gentle kiss to your temple as your boyfriend whispered “darling get up” followed by another kiss to your forehead.
You, playing the part, just slightly groaned acting as if you were still asleep. You heard Tom’s throaty chuckle as he started peppering your face in kisses resulting in you giggling and pushing against his naked chest.
“I’m up I’m up I’m up” you laughed as he pulled away giving you a satisfied grin.
“That doesn’t mean you could stop..” you teased as he gave you a raised eyebrow and obliged by leaning back down to pepper your face and neck in more kisses.
His soft lips brushing against your neck made you you laugh as it tickled, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up until he finally pulled away, the both of you laughing. He gave you one final kiss on the lips and you appreciatively smiled as he turned towards the two plates of food laying next to you.
“I see you got busy this morning.” You said giggling as he picked up a strawberry and dangled it over your mouth.
“Only the best for my love.” He stated, pride and admiration evident in his voice.
You lifted your head and bit into the strawberry, its sweet juices filling your mouth and dripping down your chin causing Tom to chuckle and swipe his thumb across your chin and lips lifting it to his mouth, sucking the excess juice.
The tension in the air increased as neither of you said a word, just fed each other your breakfast in comfortable silence. You finished up the meal, Tom got up and gathered the plates taking the dirty dishes to the sink. You laid back down waiting for your boyfriend to return, playing with the hem of his oversized t shirt you were wearing. He entered with a smug smile tugging at his lips as he went to the foot of the bed and connected his phone to the blue tooth speaker.
You couldn’t help but admire his toned chest and the way his curls fell over his eyes messily. You loved the crease in between his brows, meaning he was deep in concentration and the strong prominent curve of his jawline. Your eyes trailed down to his Calvin Klein’s peeking out from underneath his grey sweats, hanging loosely and low on his hips. Sometimes you had to pinch yourself to remind you he was real, and he was yours.
“What are you doing?” You asked quirking an eyebrow up, getting a smile in response.
Suddenly “Into It” but Chase Atlantic filled the room as Tom smirked and set his phone down on the counter, crawling up on top of you slowly, holding his body weight on his arms as he looked down at you.
“Quite interesting song choice there mister” you quipped, Tom just chuckling in response before he leans down and kisses you full on the mouth.
“I thought it fit the mood quite nicely.” He responded pulling away, a smug and proud smile spreading across his face.
“Oh?” your brows furrowed together.
“And what exactly is the mood sir?”
You asked innocently.
This time you didn’t even get a response. Tom lifted a hand to your cheek, caressing it down to your neck slowly and bent down lingering his lips across yours,
“The one where I get to eat my second most important meal of the day.” He muttered before cupping your face with the same hand and sliding his thumb to your jaw turning your head to leave soft and lingering open mouth kisses along your neck.
His lips brushed your collarbone and you shuttered, goosebumps appearing making Tom smirk against your skin. Tom slid his hand from your neck down to the curves of your body, giving each one extra love and attention, until he reached your thigh.
He gave your left thigh a squeeze, picking it up abruptly causing you to involuntarily squeal and placed it around his waist giving him more leverage in between your legs. Tom’s hands started caressing your body once again, this time starting from your thighs sliding their way up, only stopping to glide his t shirt up off your body kissing a trail up the new exposed skin.
He dropped his T-shirt you were wearing on the floor next to him. You were bare in front of him, the only piece of fabric you adorned were your light blue boxer shorts, although you wouldn’t for long. Tom stood on his knees, drinking in your body. No matter how many times he had the privilege of touching and marking it, your body was his paradise and he planned on getting lost in it every chance he could.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, his eyes met yours asking for consent and you hastily nodded in approval. Without hesitation he slid the last piece of fabric off of you, flinging them behind him without a care where they landed.
By the look in his eye and his body language, you knew you wouldn’t be leaving the bed all afternoon. You may have had breakfast, but you were both starving and planned on feasting all day.