not to be horny on main but like cuddling with tom on the couch and refusing to let him get up because you’re so warm and comfortable and he’s laughing at your persistence while you rag doll all your weight into him and tell him that, sorry, it’s illegal to leave you, you don’t make the rules so you’ll have to stay there in eachother’s arms forever bc he’s too soft and comfy? i need that shit.

madmadmilk:

“darling, we have to go–” tom tries to untangle your arms around his, laughing sheepishly after your unplanned afternoon nap, “let go, baby.”

you bury your face into his neck and hug him tighter, your legs wrapped around his as you mumble, “no, nope. that’s illegal. can’t do it.”

Tom laughs, trying to tickle you to get off him. you laugh and squirm and squeal, but you don’t peel off him easily. he stops resisting and just rubs your back, “why’s that, love?”

you look back up at him, your chin on his chest as you claim, “we have to stay like this forever.”  you lower your head back to rest your cheek on his chest, listening to his steady heart beats, “i don’t make the rules, Tom.”

“and who does, Y/N?” his soft voice calls, his hand smoothing down your hair now. 

you glance back up at him smiling, and you point at his heart, tapping his chest softly.

“sorry, it’s telling me to never let go.”

💓