My Beautiful Queen
Pairing - King of hell Tom Holland x Angel Reader
Summary - King Tom adoring His Queen, treating her to breakfast and the married couple being fluffy towards each other, being so in love. 🥰
Warnings - Only one swear word and Consent to helping get dressed. Nothing detailed around smut just fluff, Kisses and cuddles.
A/N - please let me know if you like it, I’ve worked pretty hard on this one shot. I am writing many more, even going to build a masterlist after content has been written.
Word count - 1.4K+
Tom felt the heat from his room being hotter than usual sensing that his Queen was laying in the soft, black satin fabric sheets. He saw her wrapped around the sheets, tucked away from Hell, peacefully sleeping. He walked over to the bed, crawling under the sheets to wrap his arm around her delicate, precious skin/body.
You stirred to the feel of half cold, half warm, large hands wrapping around your waist. Relaxing into his loving touch, which is only for you to feel. No soul has ever left a feeling into The King Of Hell, except for a particular gorgeous, fallen Angel. Who he knows he can not resist.
Tom pulls the sheets over his queen’s and his body, pulling her really close into his toned chest. Smirking at the way she reacts, so full of shock, wonder and innocence.
Tom nozzles his nose into your ear. “Hello, My Queen, your so precious and beautiful laying in our bed.” He whispers smiling into your ear. Softly, Kissing the top of it. Sweeping some of your soft baby hairs behind your ear. Looking into your beloved, beautiful eyes. You giggle, because it tickles, giving you butterflies into your core.
“Mmm, Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, Darling,” Tom gushes over you pepping kisses on your cheeks, lips and face. “Hello, My King your very handsome and so sweet.” You giggle. Now his turn to have kisses all over his face.
“I came to have breakfast with you, my love.” Tom smiles taking your smaller hand into his larger one. “We need to get you dressed, Darling.” You look down to see that your still in your night gown. “Come, I’ll get you dressed,” Tom picks up a dress from your wardrobe. Wrapping his arms around you to lift up your night gown.
“Is this ok, my love.” Tom asks permission, which was so sweet even though he didn’t need it.
“yes, Tommy.” You smile, at his chocolate, brown eyes. They give you warmth and comfort.
“Arms, up,” He lifts up, pepping kisses along your skin. “Your so beautiful, My Queen.” Pulling you in for a kiss. The night gown drops to the floor. You enjoy the feeling of his strong, toned arms wrapped around your waist. “Now let’s put on your dress, sweetheart,” you giggle at his sweet voice because he usually demanding, intimidating being The King Of Hell.
Tom picks up your dress and slips it on you. “Gorgeous, look at the mirror.” Tom points towards the mirror, wrapped his arms around your body. Feeling a chill down your open back. Tom kisses your neck and shoulder, “My Strong, Stunning Queen.” “Let’s go get breakfast then.” You nod. Taking his hand down the hallway.
Going down the stairs gracefully together, their is demons swarming in the hallways. Tom gives a hard glare to say do not look at his Queen if it’s not respecting her. Still feeling his hand rubbing into yours, smoothing yours to calm you down as you walk together to the dinning room.
Large doors open to a grand dinning table with a lot of breakfast foods. Tom pulls out your chair for you sit down, pushing your chair inwards towards the table. He kisses your cheeks, “enjoy, sweetheart.” He sits down himself.
You stare at all the food, there are so many favourites. Pretty shocked at how much choice there is, considering that heaven only had a couple of choices. Tom looks up to your shocked expression “Is there something wrong, my love? Is there anything else you would like?” Tom worries, caressing your arm.
“Wha-t,” looking confused, “No, this is amazing, thank you Tommy.” Looking into his eyes full of love. “There isn’t anything I can ask more of.” You shyly said looking down. Tom takes his finger to lift your head up, “if you say so sweetness, if there is please tell me, I’m here for you, always. Your welcome, my love.” Tom softly kisses you on your lips. “What would you like, Darling?” Smiling bashfully at his queen.
You look at the croissants and even the yogurt in awe. “Would you like a croissant and yogurt? What about some chocolate chips?” You nod to shy to answer. Tom places them on your plate. You kiss his cheek to say thank you. Even thou you can get your own food, you still appreciate his kind offerings of doing even the smallest of things for you. He took you in cared for you, loved you. Always have and always will.
Tom picks his own food having the same. He picks up a strawberry taking a bite of it. You lick your lips to taste the yogurt but more interested in watching Tom eat the strawberry. His tongue licking the juices, so sweet and tasty.
Tom notices it you stopped eating briefly to watch him. “Would you like a taste? Darling,” Tom gestures the strawberry near your plumbed, pure lips. You make good eye contact and take a small bite of the fruit, licking your lips with your devilish tongue. “It’s sweet and tasty, isn’t it.” Tom asks smirking. You giggle at his comments.
You pick up another strawberry putting it near his lips. He takes a bite, quite liking the fact that your feeding him something. He kisses you with so much passion, his thoughts going wild.
So innocent and cute he thought in his corrupted mind. You make him feel better and alive than he ever felt through his 1500+ years, he’s been The King Of Hell. Someone to love, care and share the throne with is something that, he feels like is so special. He is very grateful for his Queen. He loves everything that comes with you as a person/angel and his Queen. protecting and holding you until the end of time, fills his heart with love and warmth than the hatred and coldness in Hell.
“Are you full, Darling?” “Don’t want, my Queen hangry.” He jokes, laughing. You give him a death glare. “Yes, says you. When poor Tommy doesn’t get his food he goes crazy.” You joke back, giggle interrupting your words. Tom smiles dragging your chair closer to his. “Well your the only one, who is allowed to say such things, my Queen.” Tom whispers kisses your neck/shoulders. Arm wrapped around your mid drift. You shiver missing his touch as he moves to stand up.
He swiftly picks you up bridal style. You playfully screams. “Tom, oh my gosh.” You giggle. “Put me down I must be really heavy.” “Sweetheart, your ridiculous. For one your not heavy at all, beautiful inside and out. For two you must be forgetting, I’m way stronger than anyone who is alive and breathing.” Tom chuckles. Kissing you, sweetly.
Softly laying you down on your bed, feeling the velvet, smooth sheets. It’s like laying on a cloud. Sighing, you reach out for your king. Pulling his waist towards you. “I want to feel your wings.” You insisted to tom, smiling
“You want to feel my wings?” Tom reply’s deep in thought giving a smile back. You nod “uh-mm”
He kisses you on the lips, so tender and sweet. You bring your hand up to lightly, Caress his wings. Tom soon relaxes to your touch as he still giving you kisses.
“It feels so good, even if it’s a simple touch,” Tom sighs, “you are so beautiful, Darling. And all mine.” Tom smirks playfully, winking at you.
“Mmm, Your all mine too.” Confidence is key, but Tom will guide you if needed.
“Indeed, sweetheart.” Kissing your temple.
“Your wings are divine, so majestic.” You compliment him.
“Shhh,” Tom bring his finger up to his lips. “Not as much as yours, My Queen.” Kissing your cheek, and then shoulders. He quickly flips you around, not even battering an eyelash. Your now sitting on him, not you laying underneath him.
“My turn, I love relaxing you, My Queen.” Tom whispers into your shoulder as he giving you butterflies. he touches your now Dark Grey Wings, once white and pure but becoming Queen has changed them for the better.
“Mmm,” you sigh completely relaxed, laying into his chest more. His other arm wrapped around your waist protectively holding you up on his lap, against his chest. Kissing your shoulders and neck. It tickles a bit because some of his curls fall down on your skin as he kisses you. You giggle with grace. Tom chuckles, loving how he can make you feel.
“I love you so much, My Darling, My Gorgeous Queen.” Tom says, smiling full of delight.
“I love you so much too, My loving Tommy, My King.” You reply, full of the same delightful smile.
Kissing him on the lips.
