Wild Thoughts: Tom x Reader
Based off my new fave summer bop. Reader gets “white girl wasted on that brown liquor” and she gets flirty with her new bae Tom.
Warnings: Smutty language
“Come here daddy.” You giggled grabbing Tom’s arm. “Babe, you’re drunk as fuck.” He grabbed both of your hands and sat you down on the empty couch.
The party you two were at was lit no doubt but it was mainly outside under the beautiful, warm, and starry night. Haz was outside living it up while Tom happily supervised you.
You were touchy feely when you got drunk and very giggly, “Let’s go upstairs.” You slurred. “No, we need to stay right here.”
Tom was a gentleman to say the least and he wouldn’t dare do anything you didn’t consent. “You know, you should’ve stopped after that 5th shot.” He joked.
“I’m not a lightweight. It’s just that brown shit!” You hiccuped and giggled. He smiled at you and kissed your cheek, “Kiss me again.” You begged.
He smiled and kissed your other cheek, “No more.”
You two had been dating for 6 months now and hadn’t been physical but you’d thought about it ever since you guys made it official. It just so happened that in your drunken state, your sober thoughts were being said without a filter.
You leaned in and attempted to whisper in his ear, “I will ride your face into the sunset.”
He blushed and felt a wave of heat come over him, “Y/N, chill.”
“Why? Am I making you nervous?” You grinned and gently nibbled on his lip. “Nope, nope,nope!” He carefully pushed you away from him and stood up. “I’m going to get you some water.”
“I don’t want water, I want you.” You stood up and wrapped your arms around his waist. You ran your hand through his hair and nibble on his ear again.
You soon became ill and found yourself hunched over the toilet with Tom hot on your trail. “I think I drank too much!”
Tom snickered, “No shit love.” He pulled your hair out of your face and rubbed your back.
He picked you up, “I think it’s time to go home.” He said after you stopped puking so much. “Okay.”
You woke up with a crazy headache, “Shit!” You shut your eyes, hoping that would make it stop hurting so much. “Tom.” You croaked.
“Coming-” He opened the door and had a tray of breakfast. “Take these!” He handed you some medicine.
“You’re the best.” You smiled. “Well I’ve had my far share of hangovers.” He winked and sat the food down. “What happened last night?”
He blushed and looked at the floor, “Well-”
“What did I do?”
“Well, you wee being very um-naughty.” He snickered. “Shit, what did I say?”
After e told you, you could feel your face flushing from embarrassment.
“I’m sorry! OMG!” You grabbed a pillow and smothered your face. “Don’t be embarrassed, love. It was quite flattering.”
“Shut up.” You pouted. “I mean most of the stuff drunk people say is their truth. So do you still want to do all of those things, to me?” He leaned in closer and licked his lips.
“M-maybe.” You stuttered. “Me too.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Really?”
“Yes, I think about you and me- I think about it all the time.” He admitted. You smiled, “So-”
He looked at you and leaned in closer before you pushed him back, “Maybe we can try after I brush my teeth.”
“Oh yeah, you did throw up a lot last night.”
You both laughed and enjoyed breakfast before exploring each other.