◇ Kat ✨️ ◇

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Embarrassment, teasing, suggestive content, swearing, fluff, chaos, Tom being dramatic, public humiliation, Instagram live, playful banter, secondhand embarrassment.

Summary → During an Instagram live, Tom embarrasses himself by getting too handsy, not realizing it’s live.

You weren’t even planning on going live, but boredom struck, and here you were—sitting in front of your vanity, phone propped up, chatting with thousands of people while doing your skincare routine.

“Okay, so this is the toner I’ve been obsessed with lately,” you said, holding up a pretty glass bottle. “It’s so hydrating, and my skin has been drinking it up like—” You paused as you tapped the product into your face, glancing at the flood of comments.

“Queen is blessing us with a random live? We won today.”

“Not me ignoring my assignments for this.”

“The skincare routine, finally!”

You giggled. “I love how invested you guys are in my skincare. Should I do this more often?”

The chat exploded with “YES!!” and variations of “Absolutely,” making you laugh as you moved on to serum.

You were mid-way through explaining how this particular product made your skin look “glowy but not greasy” when the bedroom door creaked open. Tom walked in, fresh out of a shower, towel slung around his neck, wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, looking all soft and cuddly. His curls were damp and tousled in that unfairly attractive way.

A soft smile formed on your lips as you caught his reflection in the vanity mirror. “Hey, love.”

Tom came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leaning down to press a kiss against your temple. “Hey, darling,” he murmured, voice raspy from sleep.

You saw the chat go wild.

“OMGGGG TOMMMM”

“PLS HE’S SO CLINGY”

“This man is in love, your honor.”

Completely unaware of the audience watching, Tom pressed another kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, moving closer to your neck. “Missed you,” he murmured.

You snorted. “Tom, you were literally in the other room.”

“I know, but I still missed you,” he whined dramatically, swaying you side to side.

The chat was eating it up.

“Tom is the clingiest bf ever confirmed.”

“He’s such a golden retriever lmao.”

Tom finally glanced up at your phone. “Are you recording a video?” He asked, tilting his head.

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, Tom’s hand slid up and—without hesitation—he gave your boob a playful squeeze.

S Q U E E Z E.

At the same time, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Fuck, you look so hot in this top.”

You let out the most unholy yelp known to mankind.

“Thomas!”

“What?” He grinned.

“I’m LIVE ON INSTAGRAM!”

The color drained from Tom’s face so fast you swore you could see it happening.

His eyes went wide like a deer caught in headlights, and then—without a word—he bolted. Full on, Olympic sprinter, ran out of the camera frame.

The chat absolutely lost it.

“OH MY GOD DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!”

“TOM. THOMAS. THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND. YOU DID NOT.”

“I CAN’T BREATHE LMFAOOOO”

“Poor Y/n is TRAUMATIZED.”

“NOT ON THE LORD’S INTERNET.”

Your jaw was still on the floor as you turned to the camera, completely flustered. “I—” You put your hands over your face, groaning. “That did not just happen.”

Tom was yelling from somewhere off-camera. “WHY DIDN’T YOU WARN ME FIRST?!”

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU’RE GONNA DO THAT!!”

Your phone kept buzzing with comments, and then the real chaos began.

Harry: “I was so invested in the skincare routine. You had to ruin it, you idiot!”

Sam: “We did NOT need to see that, Tom 😐”

Paddy: “Does someone have holy water?”

Harrison: “Keep the freakiness for the bedroom, mate.”

Tuweine: “Did NOT expected that, T.”

Zendaya: “There are CHILDREN present HERE!”

Nikki: “Thomas Stanley Holland, you better behave!”

Your jaw dropped at that last comment. “Oh my god—your mum is in the chat.”

You heard a muffled scream from the hallway. “NOOOOO.”

Laughter bubbled out of you as the chat continued to go crazy.

“Y/n, go check if Tom is still breathing.”

“The way he ran out, I’m crying.”

“Nikki Holland coming in with the FINAL BLOW.”

Still reeling from what had just happened, you barely registered the nonstop buzz of notifications. The comments were relentless.

“Y/n, drag him back on camera. We need a public apology.”

“TOM GET BACK HERE.”

“He’s literally in his ‘cringe I wanna disappear’ era.”

You snorted, calling out over your shoulder, “Tom, they want a statement from you, Mr. Holland.”

From the hallway, you heard a muffled groan. “Tell them I’m dead.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned the phone slightly toward the open door. “Guys, he’s being dramatic.”

There was another flood of messages.

“Drag his ass back.”

“We demand accountability.”

“Not him hiding like a guilty puppy.”

Taking pity on your boyfriend, you got up and walked out of frame, finding Tom leaning against the wall, face buried in his hands.

You poked his arm. “Tommy?”

“I can never show my face on the internet again,” he mumbled.

You giggled. “Aw, c’mon, it’s not that bad.”

Tom peeked at you through his fingers. “Babe, I grabbed your boob. On live. While thousands of people were watching.”

You bit your lip to stop from laughing. “Yeah… yeah, you did.”

Tom groaned, dropping to the floor. “This is worse than that time I accidentally liked a thirst tweet about myself.”

“Oh, way worse.” You grinned, leaning against the wall next to him. “But at least you’ve given the internet something to talk about for the next decade.”

He whined, tugging at your hoodie, burying his face into your stomach. “I hate it here.”

You ran your fingers through his curls soothingly. “You’re fine, baby. I think they loved it. But you still owe an apology.”

“Tell them I’m deceased,” he mumbled dramatically, voice muffled against your hoodie.

You rolled your eyes before gripping his shoulders. “Nope. Get up, babe. You’re not getting out of this one.”

He whined. Whined. Like a toddler being told to share his toys. “Y/n, please.”

But you had no mercy. You grabbed his wrist, tugging him up onto his feet.

“Nooo—don’t make me go back there,” he whined as you dragged him toward the vanity, his feet literally dragging against the floor.

The chat absolutely lost it.

“NOT HER DRAGGING HIM LIKE A CHILD 😭”

“This is the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Tom, buddy, you did this to yourself.”

With one final tug, you plopped him back in front of the phone. Tom dramatically flopped onto the chair, throwing his head back like he was in physical pain.

Then, with the biggest sigh in the world, he stared at the camera, and said in the most deadpan voice: “I would like to formally apologize for what just happened. I am a disgrace. A fool. An absolute idiot. Please respect my privacy during this difficult time.”

You burst out laughing, and the chat exploded.

“HIS FACE LMAOOO”

“We forgive you, but only because this was HILARIOUS.”

“You’re a menace, Tom.”

“HIS FACE I’M WHEEZING”

“THE DRAMATICS.”

“You are NOT escaping this, Thomas Stanley.”

Shaking your head, you wiped away a tear of laughter. “Oh my god, you are so dramatic.”

Tom glanced at the chat, saw Nikki’s comment again, and groaned. “I am so getting a call from Mum later.”

You patted his cheek. “That’s a future Tom problem.”

He pouted. “Can I at least get a kiss to make me feel better?”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

The chat went crazy.

“HE’S SO ADORABLE 😭”

“Not him sneaking a kiss mid-apology.”

“The way they’re so in love I’m sick.”

Tom smiled against your lips. “See? They forgive me.”

You shook your head, turning back to the camera. “Okay, I think that’s enough chaos for one night. Love you guys, but I’m ending this before Tom does something else embarrassing.”

“Hey—”

You ignored him and waved. “Bye, everyone!”

As soon as the screen went dark, you turned to Tom with a smirk. “So… still feeling like an idiot?”

He sighed, wrapping his arms around you again. “Yes. But at least now I have you to comfort me.”

You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it.”

Yeah. Yeah, you really did.