#thotholland

It had been a long day. You’d had one last rehearsal, then you and your friends had spent a few hours getting ready. Then, finally, your wedding, and then the reception. It’d been the best day of your life - you were now married to the love of your life, but it had still been long and you were tired. Now, honestly, all you wanted was to cuddle up to Tom (your husband!) and fall asleep. Maybe a bath together, too. However, you felt like there was an expectation that you had to have sex on your wedding night. That’s what most people did, right?

You looked up to Tom, about to open your mouth to speak, when Tom’s hands came up from your waist to cup your jaw in his hands. His palms were warm against your skin as you looked each other. The look in his eyes - a look of pure love - made your heart flutter, and you felt so incredibly lucky to have him.

His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, his forehead coming to rest against yours, “You look so wonderful in your dress, darling.”

You could feel your cheeks warm up against his hands, a small smile appearing on your lips. “Thank you, Tommy. You look so handsome.” Your hands ran down the lapels of his suit and came to rest on his chest, one of your hands resting over his heart. You could feel the steady beat of it through his clothing.

It had taken quite some time before you’d picked out the perfect dress. You had taken your mom and your two best friends with you, and after a while it felt like you were never going to find the perfect dress. Until you’d tried this one on. This one had made you cry. It was a simple dress, but you loved it. It was an a-line dress, and from the waist up was covered with lace with long lace sleeves. The skirt had been a simple tulle skirt with a bit of lace at the hem of it. Though Tom had tried to hide it, you could tell that he had cried a little when he saw you walk down the aisle.

Tom’s fingertips brushed the side of your face gently, pushing a few loose curls out of the way. His fingers tucked the loose hair behind your ears, ever-so-lightly skimming his fingertips across your neck. He spoke quietly again, as he played with a few strands of your hair, “And I just love your hair like this. The way it falls on the side of your neck,” his fingers trailed to your shoulders, “and down your shoulders and back.”

For your hair, you’d opted for loose curls pulled half-up with a headband that had been your mom’s at your parents’ wedding. By now, after the long day, your hair was coming out of place, and was starting to fall into your face. Clearly, Tom didn’t care, though.

With warm cheeks, you gazed up at your boy. There was no denying the love you had for him. “Its just us now,” he murmured as his lips grazed your hairline.

You let out a soft hum and gave a nod. “Do you... can we take a bath, Tom?”

He gave you his warm smile, his eyes crinkling. “I was gonna ask the same thing.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “I knew we were married for a reason. Fuck what everyone else says.”

When the news came out that you and Tom were getting married, people online had a lot to say about it. So many people commented that it was for publicity, or that you had to be pregnant, otherwise you wouldn’t be getting married. All of it was such bullshit. You and Tom were in love, and that was that.

His hands fell to your waist, pulling your body in closer to his. His lips pressed to your forehead lightly as he let out a content-sounding sigh. “God, you’re so beautiful, Y/N. I can’t believe you’re my wife. If this - if you - were the last thing I saw... I could die happy.”

Tom’s lips pressed softly into yours for a few moments before he pulled back slightly, and gave you a small smile. “I’ll get the bath started, yeah?”

You only nodded, kissing his cheek as he walked off to the bathroom. You gave yourself another glance in the mirror, admiring the way your hair was done up, the perfect dress, your wedding ring sparkling against it.

Tom came out of the bathroom and moved towards you, placing his hands back on your hips. He pressed small kisses to your lips as he walked backwards into the bathroom. He kept his hands on your waist, carefully bringing you with him.

You giggled as the both of stumbled over the long train of your dress, almost falling over onto each other. Tom’s laugh rang through the open space of the bathroom as he pulled you closer to him once more.

It was at that moment that you noticed what Tom had done. The lights were turned off, and he had lit a few candles that were placed around the bathroom. The bath was filled with bubbles. “Oh- oh my god, Tom!” you gasped, your eyes wide as you looked up at him.

Leaning up onto your toes, you gave him a quick peck on the lips as he mumbled that the two of you needed some relaxation. Your hands were on his shoulders as you stared at him. “Tom, baby, can you help me out of this dress? I can’t unzip it.”

You turned away from him, and you could feel his fingers against the back of your neck, slowly sliding down along your spine as he undid the zipper of the dress. The dress pooled at your feet and you leaned down to pick it up, putting it back on the hanger that was on the bathroom door, not wanting to ruin it.

Facing Tom, you slid your hands underneath the jacket of his tux and slid it back toward his shoulders so it would come off. When he was just in his white dress shirt, your fingers moved to undo the buttons. The first one popped open, and you slid your fingers down his chest as you began to undo the rest of them.

With another kiss to his lips, you tugged on the sleeve of his shirt and let it fall to the ground. Tom was quick to unbutton his pants, letting them join the other clothes on the ground.

This left the two of you standing in your underwear, staring at each other. The candles around you were glowing softly, and you leaned in, pressing your hands against Tom’s chest, staring up at him in awe.

The smile was back on his lips as his hand lifted and he began to take all of the pins out of your hair. Slowly, your hair fell down in loose curls around your face, and he tucked a few strands behind your ear. “I know I keep saying this, but you are so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. In this light, you’re absolutely glowing.” He paused, tilting his head to the side as his hand rested against your cheek, “Actually, you glow all the time. You light up my life, Y/N. I’m so in love.”

Your smile split your face again, and you let out a bashful laugh, “I’m so in love with you, too, Tom.”

A few moments later, you both had removed your remaining pieces of clothing, and were in the bathtub together. Tom was leaning back against the side of the tub, and your back was pressed to his chest as you sat between his legs. Tom’s arms were wrapped around your waist, settling against your hips, and your head was on his shoulder. The two of you were silent for a few moments; there was no need for anything to be said. It was nice to be taking in the moment, and everything that had happened that day, and just enjoying each other’s company.

Tom’s mind seemed to be in the same place as yours, his voice suddenly coming from over your shoulder, “Oh my god, Y/N. We’re married. You’re my wife.”

Your head rested against Tom’s shoulder as you tilted your head back to look up at him. You giggled softly, your hands resting over Tom’s. “I know,” you breathed out, “it’s crazy. You’re my husband.”

He hummed out quietly as he leaned down to you. His lips ghosted over yours ever-so-lightly, and you couldn’t help but smile before his lips were fully against yours. It was a sweet kiss. It was almost hesitant. Tom’s hand came out of the water to cup your chin in his hand, and you could feel the warm water dripping onto your skin as your lips moved together slowly.

Twisting in Tom’s lap to face him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. Tom’s lips broke away from yours and he began leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw. Your hands slid along his wet skin towards his neck. Without thought, your fingers threaded into the hair at the nape of Tom’s neck, and your head tilted back as Tom’s lips made their way down your neck. You couldn’t help but to let out a few breathy sighs as he nipped at your skin.

Tom’s lips stopped at your collarbone, his forehead resting against your shoulder. He let out a sigh of content as your fingers played with his wet curls and your lips pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You okay, baby?”

His head popped up, one of the corners of his mouth lifting up slightly. He leaned in and put his forehead against yours as your eyes locked with his. His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but there was purpose in his words, “Perfect, babe. It doesn’t get any better than this.”

He didn’t say anything else, but he reached up and pulled the hairband that was holding your hair up out, letting your hair fall down into your face, making you laugh. Your hands quickly moved to push it away from your face as you gave him a confused look. “What are you doing, Tom?”

“Washing your hair!” he responded, as if it was obvious and you were supposed to know that. And then, before you could say or do anything in response, Tom had cupped some water in his hands and poured it over your head.

You gasped, wiping water out of your eyes, and hitting Tom’s chest lightly. You didn’t want to egg him on by laughing, but you couldn’t help it. “Baby!”

Tom gave you a cheeky grin and placed his finger over your lips, “Shh, just let me wash your hair!”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you let out a huff in protest, and then stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, “Well you could’ve warned me before drowning me, Tommy.”

He rolled his eyes playfully and pressed a kiss to your bottom lip. “You’re so dramatic, my love. You’re fine!”

You were able to keep up the pouting act until Tom’s soapy hands ran through your hair. You instantly relaxed into his touch, holding onto his shoulders for support. Tom was humming quietly as he washed your hair; you realized that he was humming the song your first dance had been to, which made you practically melt in his arms.

Between his soft humming, and Tom’s hands in your hair, you were beginning to fall asleep. Your eyes were heavy, and you could feel the sleep trying to pull you in. Trying your best to fight the sleep off, you grabbed onto Tom’s arms, a loud yawn escaping.

Tom laughed softly as he took notice of you practically falling asleep, but the laugh was cut off as he, too, let out a yawn. “Maybe we should finish up and head to bed, yeah?” A small nod was all you could muster in response.

-

After the two of you had finished washing each other off, and were getting out of the tub, a though crossed your mind. You bit your lip and looked up at Tom as he wrapped a towel around your body. Tom caught sight of your face as he tucked the towel around you tightly, “What’s wrong, Y/N/N?”

You felt embarrassed to say it, but you knew you had to, “I know that there’s an expectation that you’re supposed to have sex on your wedding night, and- and I don’t want to disappoint you, but I’m just so tired. Can we save that for another time?”

Tom’s eyebrows furrowed together as he pulled you into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “There’s no expectation, darling. You could never disappoint me.” His voice was soft as he continued, “I’m tired, too. Anyhow, this has already been a perfect night.” His fingers came underneath your chin and tilted your head up so you would look at him, “All I want right now is to get in bed with my wife, and fall asleep with her in my arms.”

A shy smile crept onto your lips and you nodded a little, leaning up to peck his lips softly.

Not long later, you were curled up next to Tom on the big bed in the hotel room. Tom’s legs were intertwined with yours, one of his arms resting across your waist, and your head was nuzzled into his bare shoulder. Tom was wearing nothing but his boxers, and you were in a pair of your underwear, along with one of Tom’s shirts.

Tom slipped his fingers underneath the hem of the shirt, and were tracing back and forth against the soft skin of your hip. “You’re so wonderfully beautiful, my wife. I love you, Y/N.”