Morning after with Tommy?
I think he would be so cute, like could you imagine waking up to him running his fingers through your, then twirling it through his fingers. He’d have this stupid grin on his face, which was just the picture of happiness as he saw your eyes open, meeting his, and an equally large and happy smile grace your lips.
Or maybe you’d feel the light trace over the love bites he’d left dotted around your skin. His fingers would dance over the ones on your thighs, where he’d teased you until you begged him to do something. Then he’d lay small pecks on the ones that decorated your chest and neck, then small kisses that led to your lips before planting a proper kiss on them. You would smile into the kiss, pushing Tom by his shoulders so you were on top. You’d carry on kissing until one of you would start laughing and eventually pull away.
And just imagine his voice, saying “Good morning.” literally just as you pulled away, then smirking at the sight of you on top of him, and then laughing “this feels familiar.”
You’d playfully look offended, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. But you’d just end up pecking him on the lips again, and pulling away teasing him, grabbing his shirt which lay crumpled on the floor form the night before and running to the kitchen downstairs. Calling back to him “Hurry up, I want pancakes, and yours are much better than mine!”
He’d shout after you, “That’s because when you make them, they usually end up looking like charcoal.”, whilst pulling some joggers up his legs, murmuring to himself, “she’ll be the death of me, honestly.” not attempting to hide the smile on his face.