By Hufflepuffholland on Tumblr
Request: This was requested quite a few times a while ago and it's been sitting, saved in my documents folder. So, here it is! Hopefully it isn't as bad as I think it is lol.
Warnings: It gets a little NSFW toward the end, I mean... have you read these lyrics? ??
warning: not for minors.
Song: Slow Hands - Niall Horan
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"This party fucking sucks," Tom tilted back his drink, taking the last bit of it as he nodded along to Jacob's complaint. "When can we leave?" Tom shrugged, glancing at all the people feigning confidence through liquid courage and lies that could split their teeth.
"What time is it?" Jacob glanced at his phone, showing it to Tom. It read close to two in the morning. Tom shook his head, placing his empty glass on top of a shelf and nodding toward his friend. "Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. We'll ditch soon, yeah?" Jacob nodded eagerly, saying something about going to get a water – Tom hadn't heard him all that well, he was a few feet away, closer to the stairs, and the shitty music was blasting so loud he swore they'd been setting the volume higher just to fuck with him.
"We should take this back to my place,"
That's what (s)he said right to my face
"Leaving so soon?" Tom's lips lifted slightly, a smirk growing on his face. He stopped in front of the restroom door, not having opened it yet. His head tilted to the left, seeing you leaning against a closed door, a smile on your face. He'd seen you at parties like these before – grabbed your ass while kissing you at a couple, sitting and getting lost in conversations at the others. He had always had a place for you, he just never let you know that. He liked this silent arrangement you both had: mysterious make-out sessions and interesting conversation. You were a tease, and you were the only one that didn't frustrate him when it came to the 'cat and mouse' game.
"Yeah," he shrugged, leaning next to you as he lifted his right shoulder in a lazy shrug. "This party fucking sucks." You nodded, pursing your lips as you side-stepped closer to him, so your shoulder was touching his, rolling your head so your face was in close proximity to his.
"Yeah, it does kind of suck – kind of sad, though," he looked at you confused, silently urging you to continue. You stood up straight, walking up closer to him. He mimicked you, fixing his posture so he was directly in front of you; his back was pressed against the bathroom door and his eyes trailed over you, not quite meeting your eyes until you were flush against him. "It's too bad we didn't get our moment," you leaned into him, tilting your head as your lips brushed against his ear, "alone."
Tom wasted no time, grabbing your hand with one of his while simultaneously reaching his other hand behind him to open the bathroom door. He dragged you in, closing it and pushing you back, this time your back being against the door. You smiled wide, your body pumping with anticipation as Tom placed both hands on your cheeks and pulled you to him, his lips meeting yours in a heated rush. He worked quickly, letting his tongue slide past his lips and skimming yours, begging for an entrance. You were in no mood to tease tonight, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands fell to your waist, and then the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. His lips detached from yours, moving to your neck. Your elbows rested on his shoulders as your hands came up to tug at his hair, your soft pants encouraging him as his lips dipped down to your shoulder, biting you lightly and then running his tongue against you to soothe the light pain.
Knock, knock, knock. Tom pulled away from you, groaning as you laughed. Your mood was interrupted by the knocks on the bathroom door and the incessant shouts that there was a line forming beyond it.
"We should take this back to my place," he whispered, catching you by surprise as he set you back down on your feet. You two had never extended your affairs outside of the house the parties you went to were being held at. You laughed lightly, your hands falling from his hair as one of them cupped his cheek.
"That's not how we work, Tommy." You winked at him, fixing your top as he looked at you, confused. You checked yourself in the mirror, wiping away the slightly smeared lipstick at the corners of your mouth and sighing as you looked at him through the mirror. "There's a party next week," you shrugged, smiling at him, "maybe I'll see you there." And with that, you unlocked the bathroom door and made your way out. Tom sighed in frustration, flipping off the guy that was complaining as he made his way out, searching for Jacob.
Tom hated these fucking parties. But, would he always come to it, thinking you'd be here to satisfy his craving? Hell yes. His eyes searched the room for you, ignoring Harrison's attempt to talk over the even shittier music at this party. He brought Harrison and Jacob, just so if he'd see you, they'd be too distracted with each other to ask where he was going or where he'd been. He almost said, 'fuck it' and asked the boys if they wanted to leave – then, he saw you. Walking up the stairs. You turned around, seeing him looking at you. You flashed him a smile, waving as you turned to walk again, your steps slower and your hips moving a bit more dramatically.
I've been thinking 'bout it all day
And I hope you feel the same way, yeah
Tom didn't even tell his friends he was leaving, his instincts carried him up the stairs in hopes to find you alone. But, when he made it up to the top of the staircase, he didn't see you. He was about to head for the bathroom again until he felt a hand, on his shoulder, turning him around.
'Cause I want you bad
Yeah, I want you, baby
"There's an empty bedroom behind me – if you want to," your left eye dropped to a wink. He felt like he had to work fast, or else you'd change your mind. He wasted no time again, walking past you and opening the door, pulling you in and then locking it, just like he had done the week before to the bathroom door. Instead of pinning you against the door, this time he rushed you to the bed, picking you up and dropping you on the mattress softly, relishing in the sound of your laugh and memorizing the curves of your smile as he leaned over you, dropping down to kiss you.
Slow, slow hands,
like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry
The windows were wide open and you could feel a breeze coming through – but, as both of your hands worked quickly on the other, trying to pry each other's clothing off, you felt the intensity of a heat. Your palms began to sweat and Tom desperately tried to tear his shirt off, his hand coming up to brush his hair back as it began to stick against his forehead, making it unbearably hotter than it was. You both were too into each other to focus on how hot it had gotten, your body heat only making the other irresistible to you.
I just wanna take my time
We could do this, baby, all night, yeah
Tom's hands slowed as soon as you were out of your top, his hands starting to leave random shapes on your skin as he kissed you on your lips, your cheek, your neck, your chest. His lips had reached your stomach when a phone rang. You both ignored it, Tom's loud pants distracting the both of you as your hand disappeared into Tom's unbuttoned jeans and his loose, white Calvin's. He groaned loudly as your hand worked against him, only snapping out of his pleasurable trance when there was a knock on the door.
"Tom?" He groaned, his head rolling back in annoyance when he felt your hand leave him. He looked at you apologetically as he reached for his shirt, slipping it on.
"Can't catch a fucking break," Tom shook his head, leaning down to kiss your cheek. You didn't know what had gotten into you, but your hand reached for his, stopping him as he walked toward the door.
No, no chance
that I'm leaving here without you on me
"Want to go back to mine?" Tom looked at you confused – he thought back to last week, you had turned him down. He thought of doing the same to you, repeating your line just so you knew how it felt. But, as Tom shifted uncomfortably in his pants, he realized there was no way he was going to turn you down. He nodded, reaching down to peck you lightly, another thing you both never did, and reaching for your hand, gripping it as he pulled open the door and ran down the stairs with you behind him.
"Dude," Tom called out to Jacob, putting his free hand on his friend's shoulder while still holding yours tightly with his other. "Here," he fished his car keys out of his pocket, handing them to Jacob, "I'm, uh – going home with a friend. We're gonna catch up." Jacob narrowed his eyes at Tom, looking behind him to see who his other hand was attached to. He smiled at you, it quickly turning into a smirk when he went back to look at Tom.
"'Catch up', huh?" Tom rolled his eyes as Jacob grabbed his keys. "Have a good night," he leaned into his friend's ear as he pat his shoulder, "don't forget to wrap up." Tom shoved him playfully, dragging you out the door as you waved at Tom's smiling number two. Tom let you lead him to your car, he offered to drive but you declined, arguing you'd get to the house faster since you already knew where you were going. Tom didn't argue after that point, wanting to get to your bed as quickly as you did.
As soon as the car was parked in the driveway and you two made it past the front door, clothing items were being thrown everywhere, leaving a trail from the doorway to your bedroom down the hall. You thanked god that your roommates were out at that party, having promised they wouldn't be coming back home. Your fingers worked at Tom's shirt as he not-so-skillfully worked on the zipper of your dress. In his defense, walking backwards, kissing and trying to navigate where the room was, was really throwing him off.
Slow, slow hands
Like sweat drippin' down our dirty laundry (...)
Fingertips puttin' on a show
Got me now and I can't say no
Wanna be with you all alone
Take me home, take me home
"For fuck sake," he finally said, stopping you at the entrance to your bedroom and turning you around so he could undress you properly. His hands slowly unzipped you, his lips meeting the exposed skin as it went further down. He was on his knees, behind you, helping you take off your heels, leaving softer, barely noticeable kisses on every inch of you. Since coming to your house was against your unspoken protocol, he decided to throw all caution to the wind and say and do everything to you he was afraid to do before. He stood back up straight, peeling his unbuttoned shirt off as you turned around to work at the button on his jeans. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled, his lips kissing up and down your jaw and his fingers digging into your hips the closer your hands got to where he needed them to be.
"You're just saying that because you're about to get what you want and my hands are down your pants," you said playfully, blaming the heat between you two for the redness you most likely had on your cheeks. Tom shook his head, grabbing your face and forcing you to look up at him, your hands stilling.
"You look beautiful right now, and you'll look beautiful in the morning." You tried to fight the smile off your face as you shook your head, pushing Tom toward the bed and letting him fall against it not-so-gracefully. You leaned down, pulling his pants the rest of the way down.
Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stopping
Your plans and those slow hands (woo)
"You're so full of shit, Holland." You smirked, straddling his lap as you grounded against him, living for the groans and whines that stumbled past his swollen lips. His closed eyes gave you the courage to reach behind you to unhook your bra, tossing it on the floor next to you. When Tom heard the material fall to the floor softly, he opened his eyes in surprise, his eyes widening even more as he saw you completely topless on top of him. You and he had never gotten this far – so far, your encounters had been innocent, PG-13 and over the clothes stuff.
He didn't know why you two didn't stop this time. Maybe this was much more than a party – it seemed intimate. His hands reached out, brushing your hair back and away from your chest, marveling at you properly. His hands slipped to your waist, tugging against the top of your underwear and letting it snap back against your skin. You took that as a signal, prompting you to sit back and slip off the rest of your clothing. He whistled lowly at you, trying to kick your newly-found shy demeanor to the curb. It worked, he thought, as you rolled your eyes at him, your hands uncrossing from your chest as you leaned down, placing your hands against his chest and feeling the sweat that held built up there.
"Your turn," you whispered, letting your hands fall to his waist, slowly tugging off his boxers as your lips met his jaw. Once he was fully unclothed, you hovered over him again, leaning in to kiss him as you positioned yourself, lowering down on him, you both sighing into each other's mouths. You allowed yourself to move at a slow pace, not wanting to break the tension between you two and loving the way your name sounded as it came falling out in a whisper from his lips. You could feel the bruises forming on your hips as his fingers dug into you, not caring as he lifted himself to meet you in your thrusts.
"Tom," you whispered, leaning down to kiss him as your whines grew louder and your nails scratched against his chest.
"I know, baby," he whispered back, his slow movements becoming sloppy as he grew tired, instead stilling himself and helping you by lifting you up from your waist and easing you back down against him. You both had never thought that this slow-paced and gentle interaction would come from you two. Whenever either of you envisioned finally sleeping with each other, you assumed it'd be animalistic and forgettable. But, as you both finished each other off, your names filling the hot silence, you realized you preferred slow hands and careful movements. You fell next to him when you both were done, barely registering him wrapping his arm around you as he pulled your back toward his chest, nuzzling his head in the back of your neck.
You woke up the next morning, feeling Tom's arm still wrapped around you securely. You smiled, turning around slowly as to not wake up him – you had found yourself moving a lot slower around Tom. You turned, though, to see him already awake, smiling at you. You leaned in, not being able to stop yourself, to peck him lightly, your hand coming up to rest against his cheek.
"What?" You asked, feeling a little self-conscience as he continued to look at you. He laughed lightly, shaking his head.
"Still beautiful." You smiled widely, burying your head in his chest as his arms tightened around you, loving the way his laugh sounded, rough and raspy, when you mumbled for him to shut up.