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Lover Of Mine

a/n: i hope you enjoy it! i tried my best to interpret the lyrics, so hopefully i got most of it right... also, this is a frat!tom fic because it fit really well. italics mean flashback

pairing: frat!tom x reader

warnings: one derogatory word, angst, fluff

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Tom’s kaleidoscope mind kept getting in the way of everything in his life, except for one thing, you. You were the only thing he got right out of all he’s done in college. 

Recently, you and Tom had gotten into a tiff. It was over his partying habits. Of course you knew he was a frat boy, but he was constantly getting drunk and his friends resulted in calling you late at night to pick him up. Another was that he let any slut grind in his lap or touch him inappropriately. He found what you said completely ridiculous, saying that you were just jealous or that you knew what you were getting into when you decided to date him. The next thing he knew was with the roll of your eyes, you were gone. 

Tom had slowly started changing, improving himself for you. He hoped the spark of your relationship was still there, for you were the best thing that ever happened to him. 

Tom stared as you danced around in the living room, feeling yourself. You were flipping your hair over your shoulders, raising your arms in the air, swaying your body to the beat. You had even asked for Tom to join you.

“Please, Tommy? For me?” You gave him your pouty face.

He just chuckled and walked over, grabbing your waist. It was playful and formal. He towered over you, admiring the sparkle in your eyes and the happiness practically radiating of your body. 

Tom had lost himself to the sight of you.

You had shared all your deep, dark secrets with him, letting down your walls, showing your vulnerability. 

“You can trust me, darling. I will always be here for you,” Tom stroked your hair with a calloused hand.

Tom had been walking on campus when he saw your silky hair shining in the sunlight. You were beaming. Giggles fell from your mouth as you talked with your friends. 

Erratically, he rushed over to you, asking if he could talk with you alone. You agreed, still mad at him, but the love you had for him was still there, weakening you.

“Darling, I’m so sorry. I’ve changed, I swear. Please forgive me for my past regrets and mistakes. I’ll do better this time, just take me back,” Tom begged, holding your hands in his,  he gripped tightly as to hold you for as long as he could.

Seeing the desperation and honesty in his eyes, you forgave him, “Fine, but one more chance. That’s it.”

His small, pink lips rose, “You won’t regret it, lover of mine,” you flushed at the nickname.

Tom knew you were destined to be together, and this time, he wouldn’t mess it up. He swore to himself that he’ll never give you away, for he already made that mistake.

is this seat taken

a/n: oof i’ll make a part 2 later... sorry if i haven’t been updating as much, i’ve been reading a series of books and i’m trying to get through them as fast as possible... also having a big writers/imagination block right now,,, fOcK

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: sort of sexual, tom is a perv

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pt.1 | pt.2

You entered the massive classroom, earbuds drowning out the chattering of the other students. You found a table for yourself and placed your bag on the seat beside you. Already knowing the assignment, you traveled over to the supply table, grabbing your desired colors of acrylic paints, a paintbrush, and a piece of acrylic paper. Placing them onto your table, you moved to the sink, filling a tin with water to clean your brush. 

You thoroughly enjoyed art. It was your best subject and you’d taken interest in it ever since you were 5, although your works then were meager. 

With your earbuds still in, you began to start your painting of the landscape of a frozen lake and the sun setting. You began with a light base of white paint before starting with the light blue to represent the lake. 

You’d been calmly stroking your canvas when the door burst open and a group of fraternity boys piled in. They were gossiping loudly, loud enough for you to hear even through your blasting music. The frat leader, Tom Holland, stood at the front, winking and biting his lips as girls looked at him. The only reason they took art was because they believed it was an easy A, though you were quite surprised that they even came to class.

Rolling your eyes, you turned the volume of your music even higher in attempt to block out their hoots. To your dismay, they decided to sit at your table. Most sat across of you, while some followed Tom. 

You felt a a light tapping on your shoulder, and irritably, you pulled out your earbud, “Can I help you?”

“This seat taken?” The boy looked at you, one hand tucked into his pocket as he leaned against the table.

Looking at him with disbelief, you asked, “Yeah, it is actually.”

“Really? I don’t see anybody sitting here or coming to claim it,” he looked around the classroom.

“As you can see, my bag is actually reserving that seat, so I’m sure you can sit somewhere else. This room is quite big, you’ll find a seat,” you turned away from him and plugged your ears with the loose earbuds, ending the conversation.

The brunette and his posy laughed, ignoring your what you had just said. He moved your bag off the seat, sat down, and let the bag rest in his lap instead.

You obviously noticed this and rolled your eyes. You told yourself to ignore it, knowing that he would move away if you paid him no mind. You continued your painting, giving it your full attention to the point of standing up and tucking the chair away.

Your ass was now jutting out, as you were bent over, and you noticed Tom had finally moved. Where to, you didn’t know, until you felt someone pressing against you from behind. They were attempting to walk past you, but seemed to be adding lots of pressure against you. This person was taking their sweet time and you weren’t taking any of it.

You straightened, pulling out your earbuds and turning to see Tom behind you, “Excuse you,” you glared.

“Yes, darling?” Him and his friends were grinning and sniggering beside you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He blinked at you innocently.

“What you were just doing. That was highly inappropriate,” you huffed angrily.

“I wasn’t doing anything. I was just trying to get past you.”

“You could’ve gone another way. If you couldn’t tell, I was concentrating,” you snapped.

HIs friends started chuckling, mocking you. You shot them a sharp glare, shutting them all up. Luckily, before Tom began talking, the bell rang. You let out a sigh of relief when the frat boys started leaving. Tom, on the other hand, stayed.

“What are you still here for?” You began cleaning up the surface, not in any rush.

“Here,” he handed you a paper, “party on Friday. Call me if you have any questions,” he kissed the back of your hand, winking at you before escorting himself out.

You blushed and felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. The back of your hand was tingling where he had kissed you. You looked at the paper and the address and phone number scrawled on it. You started giggling. Hiding it in your fist, you stopped the fit of laughter coming out of your mouth and face-palmed, ashamed you felt the way you did.

is this seat taken pt.2

a/n: this is a lot longer than i expected it to be and it took me almost the entire afternoon so hope it doesn’t flop like everything else :(

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (fem. receiving), fluff

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pt.1 | pt.2

You walked into the dimly-lit home, music and chatter of people pounding in your ears. It smelled awfully of alcohol and sweat. Out on the lawn, people were throwing up their guts, while inside, people were grinding on one another. 

Your friends had convinced you to come. Unlike yourself, they loved to party and let loose, so when you told them about the invitation, they didn’t hesitate to say yes. 

Now that you were there, you started to regret it. Your friends had already left you to go hook up with some guys or get themselves drunk. You, on the other hand, tried to squeeze your way through the crowd. Only wearing a maroon bralette and light washed shorts, you wrestled off guys trying to grab you.

A wave of relief washed over you as you saw the kitchen, an empty yet messy room. You slid into the room, leaning against the counter, sighing. You looked over at the trunk of drinks and went to see if there were any non-alcoholic drinks in it. Surprisingly, there were many cans of soda and water bottles. You dug your hand into the box of ice, pulling out a bottle of cold water.

“I guess I must be irresistible, then,” a familiar British voice came from behind you.

You jumped in shock, turning around quickly to see the boy who invited you to the party.

“No, not really. My friends just dragged me here,” you explained.

“Ouch, that hurts,” his eyes scanned over your figure, “and that is hot,” he said shamelessly.

You slapped his bicep, “Eyes up here, div.”

“Div? Alright then, princess,” he smirked before playfully bowing.

You rolled your eyes, turning away, “Don’t you have to go find a girl to fuck? I’m pretty sure you won’t find one here.”

“Yeah, I guess there are no girls in here,” he placed his chin between his index finger and thumb. You glared at him. “Kidding, kidding. Honestly, I’d rather just hang with you.”

“I’d rather not, so I’m gonna go,” you started towards the door when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“Come on, stay. I’m not just some stupid fucker, I swear.”

Realizing you had no where to go, you groaned, “Fine, but you’re going to have to be my entertainment tonight. I’m not going to let my phone die,” you looked at your percentage, 27%, “About that, do you have a charger I could borrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one in my room, but we’re going to need to be up there if you want to charge it.”

“That’s fine, but no funny business,” you pointed a finger at him, gaining a chuckle from him.

“I know, now let’s go,” he laughed.

Tom led you up the stairs, maneuvering past the drunks. He opened a door to a clean room filled with fresh air. It had grey walls and to match them, a queen sized bed with a simple grey duvet. In the corner, there was a desk with books, papers, and a laptop placed on it. Posters of Marvel characters, mostly Spider-Man, and plays decorated the room.

“This is your room?” You asked, awestruck.

“Yup, I like to keep it clean, unlike the other boys,” as you stood in the room, still looking around, he snatched your phone out of your hand and placed it on his desk, charging it, “You can sit where ever you’d like. I’m pretty sure your cleaner than anything in this house, so be my guest to sit on my bed.”

Still looking around, you plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. The soft fabric gently rubbed against your skin and you sunk into the comfort of the mattress.

“So, are we gonna talk or are you gonna keep admiring my room?” He asked, feeling a sense of pride as he watched you survey his abode.

“Oh, right. It’s just such a nice room,” your eyes sparkled with content.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve got that. Now pay attention to me.”

Your gaze traveled to him. You noticed his curls were messily assorted on his head and a loose curl hung above his forehead. His chocolate brown eyes were watching you with admiration. The line of his jaw was very defined, and he was fairly muscular.

“Eyes up here, darling,” he quoted your response from before.

You looked up and blushed, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry.’

“It’s alright, darling, found it quite cute, actually,” you were surely red now, “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

“Uhm, yeah, sure.”

“Great, then truth or dare?”

The game started innocently, with simple questions like, “What’s your favorite color,” or “What are your hobbies?” Then, it escalate to, “How many people have you fucked,” or “Is there anyone you’d like to fuck that is here, at this party?” Tom had asked you that question and you sat, flustered.

You had an answer in mind, but you didn’t want to say it. You’d learned so much about him over a couple hours, and ever since you looked at him, you started to notice specific details in his features.

“So, is there?” He nudged your shoulder, winking at you.

“Yes,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze.

“What? Who?” He looked at you intently.

“Isn’t it my turn to ask the questions?”

“Okay, then I choose dare.”

“I-I dare you to,” you hesitated, “Idareyoutokissme.”

He stared at you, shock glazing his features.

“I should go,” you said, quickly standing up.

“No, wait,” he pulled you onto his lap, smashing his lips on yours.

At first, your eyes were wide open, but as he continued, you melted into the kiss, following along. The kiss was passionate. His hands roamed your body, occasionally squeezing your ass. You pulled away, pushing him down on the bed.

“Do you want this as much as I do?”

Without answering, you yanked his shirt, signaling him to take it off. He listened and tore it off. You ground your hips on his, moaning at the sensation. His hands massaged your breasts before pulling off the bralette, revealing your hard nipples. The pad of his thumbs teasingly rubbed the sensitive buds, making you let out a loud moan.

He flipped you over, placing you beneath him. His mouth engulfed your left breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. He groped the other breast with his hand. Slowly, his mouth moved to kiss down the center of your torso. Once, he was above the waistband of your shorts, he skipped down to your inner thighs. 

“Tom,” you whined.

He chuckled, sending vibrations up your leg. Your hips rose, trying to put pressure on your clit. He looked up at you and began to pull off your shorts. There was a visible patch of wetness in your maroon panties. His finger gently stroked it, making you jump at the sensation. He gently kissed your inner thighs once again, but inching closer to spot you needed it most. When he finally reached it, he lightly licked it and pulled away.

You groaned and begged, “Please, Tommy, I need you.”

He grabbed your panties, sliding them down your legs, taking his time. He threw them to the side, completely disregarding them. His hands pushed your legs apart, allowing him to drop in front of your dripping pussy. His lips attached to your swollen clit, sucking on it. Your back arched off the mattress, moaning with pleasure. He licked up your wet slit, swirling your clit and watched as you writhed. 

“Fuck, I need you in me, please,” you begged breathlessly. 

Tom lifted himself off of you, pulling his pants and boxers off. His cock sprung out, some veins popping out of it. You stared at the size of it, afraid it wouldn’t fit.

“Don’t worry, love, just tell me if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll stop,” he said reassuringly.

He climbed over you, collecting your wetness with his tip. Slowly, he slid into you, groaning at your tightness. He began to increase speed as your moans grew more vocal.

“You feel so good, darling.”

“Fuck, Tommy,” you moaned.

“Feels so good when you squeeze me, baby,” he bent down to kiss your neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” you yelped.

“Cum for me, love,” he whispered in your ear, urging you on.

You let out a loud moan, shaking with pleasure as you came. He pulled out, instructing you to open your mouth and he let his cum fall into your mouth. You swallowed his load as he dropped beside you.

“That was amazing, princess,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, holding your bare body against his.

“Goodnight, Tommy,” you said yawning as you cuddled his chest.

“Goodnight, love,” his eyes fluttered shut.

After a while of waiting, you felt Tom’s breathing steady and his movement lessen. 

You looked up, ensuring that he was asleep and whispered, “I think I’m falling for you, but I’m afraid of getting hurt.”

You felt him shift beside you and your breath caught in your throat. You crossed your fingers, hoping he hadn’t heard you.

To your dismay, his hoarse voice replied, “I think I’m falling for you, too. I’d never hurt you, love.”

Your eyes were stuck shut, pretending to be asleep to hide your embarrassment. He caught the gist and chuckled, stroking your hair before falling asleep with you still in his arms.

nothing can go wrong | teaser

a/n: i have an idea for a series!!! i’ll be working on all of your requests as well, but i’m going to work on this series too... enjoy this hopefully decent teaser xx

pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader

warnings: one swear word, that’s all

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! teaser | pt.1 !

Students around you began packing their bags and leaving the room. You hadn’t noticed seeing as you were adding extra detail to your notes. 

“Y/N?” Your professor’s voice caught your attention.

“Yes, ma’am?” You asked while fumbling to put your supplies away, assuming she was kicking you out.

“Do you mind staying here a little longer? I have something to ask you and another student of mine,” she explained.

You immediately tensed, “O-Of course.”

You never got in trouble before. You thought back to anything you could’ve done that would’ve ticked her off but nothing came to mind. Your anxiety caught up to you, and you dropped in your seat, breathing heavily and eyes watering. Then, another idea popped in your mind. It could be something good. Maybe you were getting promoted to a higher level class.

You tried relaxing while you waited for half an hour, writing more notes and working on your homework. You were able to drown out the thought by giving your work all of your concentration.

The door opened and slammed shut. Your head snapped at the sound.

A tall brunette came strutting in, hands in his jean pockets, hair loosely flopping on his head. His arms defined with muscles. The white shirt he wore was loose and thin, showing off his well defined abs. His jawline sharp enough to cut you.

You recognized the biggest fuckboy and the leader of the most well-known fraternity, Sigma Omicron, on campus. You immediately looked away from him to continue your work.

“Ah, Tom, you made it! Perfect. Please, have a seat,” your professor spoke. “Y/N, you might want to move closer to us,” you looked up at her and flushed with embarrassment but nodded. “Alright, well I haven’t told you why I asked the two of you here today, but I have a proposal to make.”

You gave her a raised brow with suspicion. Beside you, Tom looked as if his soul wasn’t in his body.

“Here me out. Tom, you are failing my class while Y/N,” she smiled at you, “you are the best student I’ve ever had.”

By now, you had caught onto what she was proposing. It seemed as if Tom did as well because he was glaring at the professor with his arms crossed.

“So I was wondering if you,” she looked at you with pleading eyes, “could tutor Tom.”

“Do I even get a say in this?” Tom spoke up.

“You do, but if you don’t want to take my class again next year, I’d take up on this offer. Y/N here can surely help you boost your grades.”

You considered but the thought of the jealous girls attacking you and him flirting with you made you shudder.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll give you extra credit,” she begged.

“I-” you began, only to be cut of by the brunette beside you.

“She should be able to make her own decisions without you begging her, professor,” he said cheekily.

Your jaw dropped, leaving your mouth agape. You couldn’t believe he talked back at a professor.

Feeling empathy for your professor, you replied, “I’ll do it. I’ll also take those extra credit points.”

“Thank you!” She chirped happily before regaining her composure, “I trust you know what you’re teaching, and Tom, don’t scare her away.”

He rolled his eyes, “If that’s all, can I go now?”

You gave him a judgmental side-eye which he chuckled at.

“Yes, you may go,” she dismissed the both of you.

By the time you finished packing, Tom was nowhere to be seen. You hadn’t scheduled your first class yet, so you now needed to chase him down.

You saw him walking away, hands still stuffed in his pockets.

“Tom! Wait up!” You called after him, rushing on your feet.

His head snapped at the mention of his name. He stopped in his place.

“What do you want?” He groaned.

“We need to schedule our first session. When are you available?”

“Already preparing our first date?” He smirked, rewarding himself with a glare from you. “All week, darling. I prefer we take lessons on Wednesday, though,” he said seriously.

“Alright. Let’s meet at the library this Wednesday at 4 P.M. Bring a notebook and pencil. See you then,” you scattered away before he could reply. 

The less time you spent with him the better. As long as you avoided him as much as possible, nothing could go wrong.

Right?

! next part !

deal | ncgw pt.1

a/n: first part of nothing can go wrong is out! hopefully this satisfies you guys, i personally love these kind of fics, though i don’t support it in irl relationships,,, i just love the angst :)... enjoy my loves xx

pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader

warnings: swearing, i’m ashamed of this part one :( hopefully you guys like it

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! teaser | pt.1 !

Wednesday came faster than you wanted. How could days pass by so quickly?

You had already planned an entire lesson plan for him for the month, seeing as you didn’t have much to do other than study. You squeezed as much as you could into one days of work. You didn’t plan on working with him for longer than 4 weeks.

You sat in the library, chin resting in the palm of your hand. It was 3:47 P.M., only 13 minutes before Tom’s lesson. You constantly looked around for the familiar brown curls but wasn’t successful. In the extra time, you pulled out your notebook, pencils and eraser, and textbook. You neatly sorted them onto the table. You checked your watch once again.

4:01 P.M.

You sighed. He was late. This wasn’t much of a surprise, more of a disappointment. You didn’t want to stay here any longer. You wanted to go back to your dorm and read in the comforts of your bed. 

The seat ahead of you was pulled out and you looked up.

“You’re late,” you stated bluntly.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Sorry for having a life.”

“I have a life, but unlike you, I have to be financially stable to live.”

“I’m not spoiled, y’know?” He glared at you.

“Of course not,” you smiled bitterly. “Anyways, let’s get started. I don’t want to be here as much as you.”

You flipped the textbook open and began your lesson. You realized that his attention span was shorter than a 10 seconds, well that is when it comes to education, or maybe it was just you. 

You handed him a list you had made him, “Your homework. I want to see all of it completed the next time we meet or I will assign more the next time,” you said sternly.

You rushed out of your seat and away from him as quick as possible, avoiding his complaints. You were relieved when you realized he hadn’t come after you. You could finally go back to your dorm and relax.

Tom stayed back in the library gaping at the list of homework you assigned him. 10 pages and about 250 questions in total. He mentally cursed at you.

He exited the library, list crumpled in his jean pocket. 

“Hey, Tommy,” Tristan hopped out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Tom’s shoulders. “Whatcha doing in the library? Ran out of girls already? Scoping out your next fuck?”

“Fuck off, mate,” Tom smiled, pushing his friend off of him, “McGonagall forced me to take extra lessons in her class or she’d fail me. Bitch,” he spat.

“Who’s the tutor?” The caramel haired boy teased.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Nobody important. She spends most of her time cooped up in her dorm, anyways.”

Tristan thought back to any girl who left the library before Tom and one particular girl popped into his mind.

“Was she wearing a college t-shirt tucked into jeans shorts?” Tristan asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Tom’s brow furrowed. Was his friend stalking him?

“Saw her leaving earlier. Seemed like she was in a rush,” he replied, lost in a train of thought.

“Okay...” Tom trailed, not knowing what to say. A smirk shone on Tristan’s face as he looked at Tom, raising Tom’s suspicion, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I have a,” he thought for a second,” a proposition to make,” Tom nodded, signaling him to continue, “Get your tutor to fall in love with you. You have to get her into bed with you. Then, when she’s in deep, break her heart.” A sinister smiled rested on Tristan’s face.

“What do I get if I succeed?” A bet. Tom never lost, especially when it came to girls.

“You stay leader of the frat,” Tristan smirked.

“What’s in it for you?”

“I take your place as leader. I’ll even slip in $500 if you fuck her at least 3 times, but as long as you fuck her once it’ll be fine, you just won’t get the money,” he informed the brunette.

Tom smiled. This was too easy for him. Besides, he was too egotistical to give up this bet. If he denied it, it would make it look like the infamous frat leader had become soft.

“Deal.”

! next part coming soon ! 

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the worst of you

a/n: sorry for not updating for a while, i’ve been more tired than ever before... this song sparked this idea for a fic so hopefully it’s good and you enjoy it... lots of love xx

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: toxic/unhealthy relationship, angst

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You promise it's different You swear that you listened I don't mind if you didn't 'Cause I just love the sound of your voice You role-play the good guy, lemon juice your white lies But I see 'em in the sunrise

“This is all different, babe. I swear I’ve been listening to you,” Tom placed his hands on your arms.

You couldn’t care if he didn’t listen, you just loved hearing the sound of his voice. You knew he was a complete fake, roleplaying the good guy. He tried to cover up his white lies but they always shone through either way.

You got me right in the palm of your hand and you know it Oh, it's what you do So let me drown, I'll be there with the band Hit the sea bed, all I'd see is you

You were whipped and the both of you knew it. You were vulnerable and easily manipulated when it came to Tom. He knew he had power over you, so he abused the power. 

It’s what he does, you sighed to yourself, but he’s all that I can think about.

So give me your worst excuses, any reason to stay Give me your lips that taste of her, I'd kiss them again I'd rather you walk all over me than walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway So take me to every party and just talk to your friends Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again Go on and walk all over me, just don't walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway

Whenever he came back late, you already knew where he had been, though you did care about his feeble excuses. You wanted to hear all of his excuses. They were reasons to stay.

You pulled him towards you, placing your lips on his. You could taste another girl on them mixed with alcohol. You didn’t mind it, as long as you could kiss him you’d be fine. You’d let him walk all over you instead of walk away and leave you.

You wanted him, all of him. Even if he gave you the worst of him, you’d still take him.

-

One night, you asked him to bring you to a party with him. He was hesitant about it. Like always, he tried to find excuses to keep you from going. 

“I won’t be a burden, promise,” you smiled softly.

He sighed, giving in. He brought you to the frat house, which was overflowing with people. He led you to the emptiest couch he could find and left. 

You could see Tom laughing with his friends. You smiled to yourself, happy to see that Tom was happy. Girls began to pile on your boyfriend, but you promised you wouldn’t bother him. Besides, he was still yours. You were the one he came back to almost every night.

We make up, but I know we'll fistfight Through iPhones, my left hook a no-show 'Cause I'll just keep letting you win But baby, the truth is I make your excuses You let me down and I'm used to it

Fights weren’t as frequent in your relationship, seeing as you gave Tom all the freedom in the world, but when you did fight, you’d have make up sex. That wasn’t the end of the fight, though. He would text you angry messages, putting you down. You never fought back. You let him win. 

Your friends and family asked why you stayed with Tom. They could see into the cracks of your relationship. You’d always make excuses to defend the brunette.

Tom, on the other hand, hadn’t even told his family about you. You were put down by it but you didn’t force it upon him. You were used to the disappointment.

Another night, another dotted line I sign my heart away to you Some call it foolish, guess I'll call it art

You signed your heart to Tom. You knew it was a one-sided relationship, but you’d rather gain a relationship with him than feel the pain of losing him. It was like selling yourself to the devil: you got what you want in the short-term but costs you in the long-term.

Many people called you foolish for staying in the toxic relationship but you liked to call it art. Moreover, when one looks at art, they might have an immediate emotional attachment to it, like you with Tom. You were emotionally attached to the British brunette.

“Just give me the worst of you because I’ll want you anyway.”

Oh my, are we going to get cocky Tom sex? And even better, cocky Tom boasting and dirty talking while getting a blowjob? Hehe. I know he'll probably eventually become nicer and actually like y/n, but to start, I will be happy for super arrogant frat Tom in the bedroom!

cocky head

a/n: i’m not sure if you meant that we’ll see cocky frat tom sex in my series or if you were requesting it, so i’ll just do both... enjoy reading this erotica, peace xx

pairing: cocky frat!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m. receiving), swearing, tom is a cocky bitch

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You were shoved into the dark space with the arrogant frat boy, Tom Holland. You tried to fight your way out but being much smaller and weaker than the 6′ 2″ male who went to the gym everyday, failed miserably. 

“Calm down, darling. We’ll only be in here for 7 minutes,” a scoff sounded behind you.

Turning around, you looked around the darkness, “I might not be able to see you, but I can still strangle you if I really wanted to.”

“My, you’re a feisty one,” you could practically hear the smug smirk on his face.

“Shut up,”  you mumbled and sat down. Surprisingly, when you took your seat, it wasn’t hard and cold but slightly cushioned and warm.

You heard Tom clear his throat, “Woah, when you said you’d strangle me, I guess you meant strangle my di-”

“I swear, if you finish that sentence, I will hurt you,” you threatened.

“You sat in my lap, so technically, you initiated it,” he said defensively.

Squealing, you launched yourself into the air feeling oddly hot. You felt a tingling sensation in your core and an uncontrollable urge to smile. You were more than thankful that you were in the dark.

Calming down, you sat across from Tom and awkwardly fidgeted with your fingers. The room was completely silent except from the talkative crowd beyond the doors. Then, you heard the sound of a belt getting unbuckled. You looked in the direction of the noise. Unfortunately for you, your eyes had already adjusted to darkness, allowing you to see Tom sticking his hand into his pants.

“O-Oh my god,” you yelped, covering your eyes.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirked, “this is probably the biggest cock you’ll ever see.”

“Sh-Shut up,” you hid your face behind your hands, blushing furiously.

“Look at hard you made me,”  he cooed, “Just from sitting in my lap. Don’t you want to admire your work?”

You shook your head, too nervous to look at him, any of him. 

When you didn’t hear him reply, you slightly relaxed and dropped your arms by your side. The first thing that caught your eye was a grinning Tom staring right at you, cock in hand.

“My hands good, but your mouth, that mouth will be more helpful around my cock,” he said seductively.

“You’re disgusting,” you spat at him.

“You won’t be saying that when you’ve tried it,” he sang.

His moans filled your ears, followed by the wet slapping sounds of him jerking himself off. Strangely, it made you feel erotic and sensitive. 

As wrong as it was, you snuck a peek at Tom working himself to his climax. You don’t know what came over you, but you were suddenly on your knees in front of Tom’s length.

“Knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” he chuckled.

“Shu-”

Tom cut you off by shoving himself into your mouth. You let out a moan and began bobbing your head. You looked up at him and blinked innocently, eliciting a groan from him.

“Fuck, darling, you’re so good at this. Have you done this before?” He moaned dropping his head back.

You used your hands and stroked the base of his member, trying to bring him to the edge faster. 

“What a shame, my fat cock is too big to fit in your mouth. Luckily, you know how to use your hands, too.”

You increased your pace and swirled your tongue all around his manhood. He felt his core tense and instinctively thrusted his hips into the air.

“I’m gonna cum, babygirl,” he warned you.

You worked even harder, greedy for his cum.

It didn’t take long to get him to release in your mouth.

“Fuck, that was good. Your mouth and my cock were meant to be together,” Tom sighed, catching his breath.

You gulped his liquids and swallowed as much as you could in one go. The rest of the white fluids were wiped off the side of your mouth and sucked off your fingertips.

“Don’t get too attached to my big cock, darling. Just know that we will be seeing a lot more of each other,” and with that, he finished redressing himself and left you alone in the closet to assess what just happened.

let them flow

❧ synopsis: after the collapsing of an unhealthy relationship, each side begins to improve and thrive, one for the other, one for themselves. coincidentally, they meet at the same dreaded party that led to the breaking of their relationship. will this unfortunate series of events lead them to opportunity?

❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: fluff

❧ warnings: mild angst, fluffy-ish ending, exes to friends to lovers, one or two curse words, lil bit of crying, mentions of alcohol

❧ a/n: it’s finally over. thank goodness. this also is so long it can be considered a second part fuck. i know i took a whole month to write this, but i barely have free time to write nowadays and the times i do, i don’t have much inspiration. anyways this came out better than i expected so hope you guys enjoy.

in order to understand this ending, please read this first: her hidden crystal tears 

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In the first month you spent broken up with Tom, you, for once, felt at peace, with no burden of hiding relationships and denying feelings. You had forgotten how free living singly was. Within that month, you were able to reshape your life. Your grades began to improve, and your mental health had phenomenally developed for he better. Your friends had even gone out of their ways to help you with a "glow up."

Tom, on the other hand, had tried to shape him into a better person in hopes of salvaging your crumbling, if you could even call it that, relationship. He worked harder in class, and every time he saw you sitting in the lecture hall, you were surrounded by other classmates, giving him no place to fit in. He also started to distance himself from his old group of friends, looking for a better, influential group.

Tom couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart when he saw you walking with one other friend to class, laughing at something they said. He saw how your under eye-bags turned bright and how you shoulders straightened up after the breakup. It broke his heart to know the negative impact he had on you, which you never complained or spoke out about.

The brunette wanted to improve for you and himself.

How you ended up in a pair of high-waisted, black, denim shorts and a black bandeau with a sheer, cropped, long-sleeved shirt overtop you didn't know. After much begging and bothering, your friend had convinced you to go to the afterparty of the football game. You tried your best to deny their attempts but failed when they baited you with money.

This would be your first time attending a party, for you were always driven home and away from them. You couldn't deny, though, the chills that snaked down your spine at the mention of it.

Stepping into the house, you noticed how similar it looked to a fraternity. People were dancing, pushing their bodies against others and grinding their hips onto drunk partners. Other students were playing beer pong, stripping on tables, or resting on couches with a red, plastic cup in their hands. It smelled terribly of sweat and oversaturated body spray, making you gag on your breath.

"How do so many people like this?" You shouted over the pounding music and loud voices.

"How do you not?" You friend giggled, dragging you through the crowd.

Dodging and pushing people off of you, you gripped your friend's hand tightly, afraid of losing them.

"Where are we going?" You asked, eyes darting all over the place in uncertainty.

"Before we party, we've got to get drinks," they pushed the door of the kitchen open, revealing the alcohol infested space.

Scrambling over to the bulky cooler, they grabbed a can of beer, popping it open and downing it.

Flinching in disgust, you commented, "Don't you want to wash that, first?"

"What d'you mean? It looks perfectly clean to me," they shrugged, throwing you a can.

You clumsily captured the condensated drink, before putting it on the counter behind you, "I don't drink."

They groaned, "Why are you such a doormat? Come on," they nudged your shoulder, "Live a little."

You laughed, "I can "live a little" just fine with water."

"Ugh, fine. I'm guessing you also want to sit in a corner and become a hermit," they spoke, sarcastically.

"Actually," your eyes lit up, "I do."

"You," they pointed at you unsteadily, "annoy me, but since I already brought you along," their finger moved to point at an idle seat in the corner of a calmer room, "There."

You nodded, eyeing the isolated spot with glee. However, before your friend could escape into the crowd, you told them to stay safe and slipped away to occupy said seat. 

Although Tom no longer associated himself with his old group of friends, he couldn’t avoid them forever, as they were his teammates. Also, as the captain of the football team, it was practically an obligation for him to attend the after parties. 

Honestly, ever since you had broken up with Tom, he had developed a small fear of being whisked away by his fangirls and teammates, constantly thinking you were waiting in his car for him. His guilt had piled on top of his conscious, leaving him an insecure wreck.

Nevertheless, he stepped into the filled building, nodding and waving at familiar faces. One face he wasn’t expecting to see sat in the corner of the room was yours. 

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, he murmured to himself, “She’s not there, you idiot.”

“Tom, buddy,” a familiar voice hollered.

Through your peripheral vision, you swore that you saw his chocolate curls, but when you looked up from your phone, he had disappeared. Your eyes began to dart through the crowd of people, looking for the man you supposedly had gotten over.

Quickly realizing your mistake, you shunned yourself for willingly wrapping yourself around his little finger. You returned to scrolling through your phone, distracting yourself with the illuminated screen.

Tom watched as his teammate, and former friend, grabbed at a girl swaying her hips, pushing her ass against his friend’s crotch, into a grind. Suddenly feeling highly uncomfortable where he stood, he moved into the kitchen to grab a drink.

The room let in muffled sounds but ultimately was the quietest room in the building. The white LED lights left the room bright and easy to navigate, albeit the clusters of finished drinks and used cups littered on the counters and in the sink and overflowing out of the trashcan. 

The brunette drifted over to the fridge, locating the fresh water bottles hidden from other partygoers. 

Feeling quenched, you stood up from your seat, unwillingly. You looked for a quick and precise path to the kitchen, though you failed to do so. Deciding to extemporize it, you awkwardly squished your way through the crowd, mumbling “excuse me” and “sorry” periodically. 

Pushing the white-paint clad, wooden door open, you stumbled your way into the room, glaring at the sudden brightness engulfing your vision. 

Hearing the music and sound of people cheering grow louder, Tom turned around to see the oh-so familiar girl he had fallen infatuated with many months ago.

You stood, blinking your eyes as they tried to adapt to the sudden change of lighting. Groaning, your hands began massaging and harassing the poor skin of your eyelids. 

Your unnoticed ex, still stood in front of the fridge with a cool bottle of water in his hand, smiled at your adorable behaviour — widely contrasting your provocative outfit — watching as your cheeks puffed out in frustration. 

Feeling the haze leave your eyes, you looked ahead of you to see a silhouette emerging. Embarrassed, you blushed, looking down at your shoes. 

You felt a cool presence resting beside your cheek, and quickly looked at the item.

Water? You thought, confused.

Eyes trailing up the arm holding the bottle, your met with the sight of your former boyfriend smiling at you.

“Tom,” you breathed.

After avoiding and ignoring the boy for so many weeks, you already had forgotten how sweet he looked with a smile and soft blush grazing his cheeks. Maybe you hadn’t forgotten; you were just rarely, if ever, given the opportunity to admire it.

“Hey,” he responded, shyly rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. 

You glanced at the bottle then back to Tom, silently asking what he was doing with it.

“O-Oh, I just thought you’d want a bottle of water, since you don’t drink, but if you do now, that’s totally cool too,” he rambled nervously, like a little boy talking to his crush on the playground. 

Although you had only broken up with him a bit over a month ago, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust taking the drink from him.

“Thanks, but I can get one myself. I’m sure you wanted to drink that too.” 

You gave him an awkward, tight-lipped smile before walking past him to the fridge. Reaching into the cool container, you pulled out a frosted water bottle. 

The situation was strange. Everything felt so familiar but so different. It didn’t feel right to talk to each other like you knew how they slept in bed at night or how they loved warm cuddles on the couch as they binged shows and movies. 

“Look, Y/N,” Tom spoke up, breaking the tension with a breath, “I know that I was a jerk we were together. I also know that I neglected you. I shouldn’t have cared about what everyone else thought about our relationship. 

“Looking back, I understand why you were so frustrated with me, and you had every right to break up with me. I was a wuss that used protecting you as an excuse to keep you under covers. I reveled in the popularity and attention I got, back then.

“I’m different, now, though. I’m not saying you have to take me back. You don’t even have to consider it. All I want to do, right here, right now, is to apologize to you, so, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the anguish and sadness I caused. I’m sorry you had to waste your tears on me. I’m so fucking sorry, and if I have the slightest chance to even be your friend again, please let me take it.”

You felt a churning in your core, and tears prickled the corner of your eyes. You didn’t understand where your emotions arose from. You thought that you had moved on from Tom. You thought you had left him behind, left him in the shadows of your life. 

You turned around, hand reaching up to quickly wipe your tears away. That is, until a calloused hand grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t,” the accented voice choked, “It hurts me as much as it does you.”

Your words were caught in your throat. You tried to say something, anything, but nothing but sobs slipped your lips. 

Everything became a blur. You could only feel warmth enveloping you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, darling,” Tom murmured into your hair. 

After the encounter at the party, you and Tom went on with your life as normal. 

Although, nothing that happened that night could be considered normal. You cried while he held you tightly in his arms. He apologized for his faults and asked for a second chance, as a friend or more. You forgave him and gave him the chance. 

Will you ever want to have the same relationship you had with Tom as before? No.

You and Tom are working on building a better, healthier relationship for the both of you: an open and honest relationship that won’t be hidden from anyone, especially not his “fangirls.” 

“Don’t ever hide your tears again,” Tom whispered into your hair, “Let them flow.” His pointer finger gently lifts your chin, locking his eyes with your tear-filled ones. He brings his thumb to your cheek, wiping away the shining streaks of pain, sadness, desperation. 

“Let them flow because I’ll be here. I’ll be here to wipe them away every and any time.”

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

chapter three: slow and steady

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Tom saw you that Monday for your date, and again on Tuesday for early morning coffee. When you didn’t answer his texts the following Wednesday and Thursday, he called you. You were walking to class when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket.

“Tom?” You laughed in surprise when you picked up the phone.

“Hi. Is it okay that I’m calling?”

“Yeah, of course. I just wasn’t expecting it. A boy hasn’t called me since like 6th grade. You know, back when that was still a normal thing to do.” You teased him.

“I know. I just wanted to hear your voice. I haven’t heard from you in a few days.” He replied and you could hear his smile through the phone.

“I know. I’m sorry. I had a lot of work to do this week. And I’m terrible at replying.”

“You know what I do when I have a lot of work?”

“What’s that?” You laughed, having a feeling you knew his answer.

“I don’t do it.” He replied, making you laugh even more.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone to school without my homework done.” You told him as you played with the straps of your backpack.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone to school with my homework done. Do you know any hot tutors who’d be willing to help me out?” He flirted through the phone.

“I don’t know.” You smiled coyly. “What’s your major again?”

Tom went silent on the other line and you stopped walking.

“Tom? What’s your major?“ You asked again.

“I have no idea.” He admitted. “Sports management I think?”

This time, you were the one who went silent. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try and muffle your laughter.

“Darling? You still there?”

“Sport’s management?” You asked. “What even is that?”

“I don’t know.” He playfully whined. “I just picked it because it had sports in the title.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “That’s so bad. That’s even worse than I thought.”

“All right, genius.” He teased. “What’s your major?”

“Biomedical engineering with a minor in women’s, gender and sexuality studies.”

“Wow. I knew like three of those words. Tops.”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” You explained. “It’s the combination of biology and engineering. I want to help improve medical equipment to advance healthcare treatment across the world.”

“Wow. I think all I could do with my degree is become a football coach.” Tom replied, making you laugh again. He grinned on the other side of the line, loving the way he could make you laugh.

“Hey, that’s still important.” You told him, making him smile even more.

“You’re so smart.” He sighed. “You’re like the smartest person I ever met.”

“Aw.” You smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

“I wish I was more like you. You have goals and ambitions. You want to help people. All I do is chug beer through my butt.”

“Do you actually do that?” You asked him. “Because you joke about it a lot. I’m starting to get suspicious.”

“I promise I don’t.” He chuckled. “Unless you would date a guy who would. Then I do. All the time. I’m doing in right now in fact.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You laughed, taking notice of the way he implied he wanted to be the kind of guy you’d date.

“Yeah. Hopefully not too much of an idiot to be with a biological-“

“Biomedical.” You corrected with a laugh.

“Right. Biomedical.” He smiled when he heard your laugh. “I hope I I’m not too much of an idiot for a biomedical engineer.”

“I don’t think you are.” You replied. You were outside your class now but you didn’t want to hang up. Tom was working up the courage to ask you to officially be his girlfriend and your last two answers made him feel like you’d say yes. Before he could say anything else, Brad came into his room.

“Dude. Does this look infected to you?” Brad asked as he lifted up his shirt.

“Gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom said quickly and threw his phone on the bed.

“Who was that?” Brad asked as he lowered his shirt.

“No one. It was just Y/n.”

“Bro.” Brad laughed in surprise. “Shark Week called you? This chick is like scary obsessed.”

“I know right? Who calls people anymore?” Tom forced a laugh as his eyes darted to the side.

“I feel bad for you, bro. You got the worst deal in this bet. Shark Week sounds horrible to deal with. How do you put up with her?” Brad asked as he leaned against Tom’s wall. Tom gulped and looked down at his phone. He really liked you, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit that.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I guess I just do.”

“Damn.” Brad shook his head. “So about my rash.”

Two weeks later

Since you were always busy during the week, Tom picked up the habit of meeting you after class to walk with you around campus. No matter what day it was or what time your classes got out, Tom was always there to walk with you. You thought he’d get bored of this after the first few days, but he was still there to greet you every day after two weeks.

“Damn. He let you out late today.” Tom said as you walked out of your building. He immediately took the books in your hands and carried them as he always did. His old fashioned chivalry was the last thing you expected from a frat boy, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“It was my fault.” You told him. “We started talking about covalent bonds and I carried away.”

“Oh. Talking about covalent bonds with your professor, huh? Should I be jealous?” Tom teased as he walked beside you.

“Ew.” You laughed. “My professor is like 70. And he smells like moth balls.”

“Good. Because I can’t have him moving in on my girl.” He said and he shot you a wink. You looked down at the ground and turned your face a little so he wouldn’t see the childlike grin that broke out on your face.

“Oh, I’m your girl?” You raised your eyebrows. “But I’m not even wearing your weird little gray hat.”

“It’s blue today.” He playfully rolled his eyes and pointed to his hat. “Wow. I spent all day getting ready to see you and you don’t even notice my hat. That hurts, darling. That really hurts.”

“Well maybe I was busy looking at what’s beneath your hat.” You shrugged, trying your best to flirt back but you were slightly out of your element. Tom let out a loud gasp and looked around for who might be listening.

“My penis?” He whispered loudly and gave you a disapproving look.

“No!” You laughed and shoved him. “Not that far beneath your hat, dummy.”

“Oh, I see.” Tom nodded. “You were talking about my incredibly handsome face, weren’t you?”

“Actually I was talking about your receding hair line. But face is close enough.” You replied with a sweet smile. Tom’s jaw dropped at your insult and he shoved you back.

“Wow.” He laughed. “You are evil, my darling. You look like a daydream but you are a nightmare. This is the last time I walk you to class.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. As much as I love having you walk me to my classes, and I do, don’t you have any classes you should be attending?”

“I don’t really go to class.” Tom shrugged.

“You don’t? Then what do you do all day?”

“Wait for you.” He said like it was obvious. He was the first guy to treat you this way. You thought boys like him, boys who always knew what to say to make you smile, only existed in the movies. Something about him felt too good to be true, and you worried he was exactly that. Even if that was the case, you decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

“Well I appreciate that. Thanks for walking me to class. And for always carrying my books. I’m kinda a sucker for old fashioned gestures.”

“What do you mean by old fashioned?”

“You know. Like what guys used to do in the olden days. Carry a girls books, bring her flowers, open the door for her, ask her to go steady. Things like that.”

“What exactly does it mean to “go steady” with someone?” Tom chuckled. “I’ve always wondered.”

“It means you’re both agreeing to commit to a serious relationship.” You explained. “You’re in it for the long game. You don’t see other people. You don’t play games. You just have a consistent, steady relationship.”

“Good to know.” He smiled. “And just so you know, I’m totally gonna bring you flowers one day. Because now I know that’s the way to your heart. I’m gonna bring you so many flowers that your room gets infested with bees.”

“I love bees.” You smiled.

“I know you do. You told me that on our first date. You said you loved them ever since you were a kid because you went on a field trip to a bee colony and found out that they made honey. And you loved honey. So by association, you loved bees.”

“I forgot I told you that.” You smiled softly. “You’re a good listener.”

“I’m a terrible listener, darling.” He admitted. “I just really like you.”

Your hands had been bumping against each other’s the entire walk and this time, he slipped his hand into yours. You bit back a smile as you walked in comfortable silence towards your next class. When you got there, you felt more disappointed than usual that your time together was ending.

“This is me.” You sighed and looked at the building.

“This is you?” Tom frowned and looked at the building. “And here I was thinking you were this pretty girl. Turns out you’re an old brick building.”

“I honestly think that was the worst joke I’ve ever heard.” You grimaced and took a step closer to him.

“It made you smile though. I consider that a win.” He smiled as he closed the gap even more.

“I wasn’t smiling. I was cringing.” You teased him and he cupped your face in his hands.

“Yeah? Well you still looked pretty doing it.” He said before connecting your lips in a kiss. You smiled against his lips, still not fully believing that this was your reality. A frat boy was the last kind of guy you ever imagined you’d be interested in, but here you were.

“I get out at 3:20.” You told him once you pulled away. “Do you want to hang out after?”

“Will I get to kiss you some more if I say yes?“ He asked as he played with your fingers.

“You might.”

“Then it’s a date.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Great. So I’ll meet you after class and then we can go to your house.” You suggested, making Tom’s smile fall. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of bringing you around his frat brothers. Any one of them could slip up and tell you about the bet before Tom got a chance to.

“Do you mind if we go to your dorm instead? The frat house is being fumigated.” Tom lied and felt guilty about doing it.

“Again?” Your eye widened. “But sure. Peyton’s home for the weekend anyway. We’d have the place to ourselves.”

“Woah woah, wait. Peyton’s gone all weekend?” He smirked. “You know pretty girl, I hate to think of you in your dorm all alone. What if one of those giant campus rats come to attack you?”

“I’ll be okay. Maybe it’ll be the kind of rat that can cook.”

“What?” Tom frowned. “What kind is that?”

“What? You haven’t seen Ratatouille?”

Tom shook his head and your eyes winded in surprised.

“We’re watching it. It’s settled.”

“But I thought we were gonna watch Scott Pilgrim vs. The World to see our favorite manic pixie dream girl.” He reminded you.

“We can watch both. Make a night of it.” You suggested, making Tom’s excitement grow.

“Okay. Sounds good to me, darling.” He smiled and took his hat off his head. He placed it on top of your head and you gave him a confused look.

“There. Just in case anymore professors try and steal you from me.” He teased as he fixed the hat.

“Good call.” You laughed. You waved goodbye to him and started walking towards your class, unable to fight the smile on your face.

When Tom met you outside your class later that day, he noticed you were still wearing his hat. He broke out into a grin at the sight of you in it. It wasn’t much, but it meant you were as invested in this thing as he was.

“You’re still wearing my hat!” He smiled as you walked up to him. He ran the rest of the way and scooped you up in a tight hug to greet you.

“Put me down.” You laughed. “You’re like a hyperactive golden retriever sometimes, I swear.”

“That describes me so well.” He said as he put you down. “You’re so smart. What’s your GPA again?”

“4.4.” You smiled shyly. Tom’s eyes widened and he bent over to process that information. He wrapped an arm around you infe he stood back up and started walking towards your dorm.

“Yo, my girl has a 4.4 GPA.” Tom bragged to a stranger you passed on the sidewalk.

“Stop it. It’s not that big of a deal.” You laughed shyly as he continued to tell more people you walked by.

“It’s a huge deal. Oh my God. You’re incredible, darling. My GPA is probably like a 1.8.”

“Because you don’t go to class.” You reminded him. “Or do homework.”

“Because that stuff is boring.” He whined.

“Then why did you come to college?”

“For the parties. Duh.” Tom smirked at you and pulled you closer. “Now come on. I wanna see this rat who can cook.”

You intertwined your fingers with the hand he had around your shoulders and led him to your dorm. Tom had been living in the frat house since he was a freshman, so he hadn’t been inside the dorms before. He looked around as if he was in a museum as you led him through the halls. You were both very aware of the many stares you got as you walked down the hallway. Seeing you with a frat boy was the last thing anyone in your dorm expected.

“So what’s first on the agenda? Rata booyah?” Tom asked as he sat on your bed.

“It’s Ratatouille.” You laughed. “And we can start that now if you want.”

“If I want? That sounds like there are other options.” Tom smirked as you sat beside him.

“Maybe there are.” You shrugged as you avoided eye contact with him. Tom sensed your nerves and gently placed his hand on your knee.

“We don’t have to do anything. We can just put on the movie.” He said in a soft tone. You gave him an appreciative smile and put your hand on top of his. You stared at his face for a moment and decided to seize the moment.

“Yeah. Let’s just put on the movie.” You said as you leaned in to kiss him. Tom was quick to kiss you back as he cupped your face with his hands. The hat he’d put on your head fell to the floor as he laid you down on the bed. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you kissed him, something you’d been wanting to do again since the night of the party. His fingers unbuttoned the buttons of your cardigan and you felt his hand slip underneath your shirt. It was new, but you welcomed it. You slipped your hands under his jersey and scratched down his back, making him groan in your mouth. Tom began to trail kisses down your neck and just as he was about to unbutton your pants, you sat up.

“Wait.” You grabbed his hand and held it back as you struggled to catch your breath. Tom immediately retracted his hands and scooted back to give you some space.

“Sorry. Can we just…” You trailed off, unsure of how to explain yourself. You hugged your cardigan tighter around your body and drew your legs closer to yourself.

“You need to stop apologizing, darling.” Tom said softly as he rubbed your knee.

“I know. I just didn’t want you to be disappointed if you just came here to….you know.”

“I actually came here because I was promised to see a rat who can cook?” Tom said as he scratched the back of his head. “I’m not really sure when he’d be arriving? I was just kinda promised there would be a cooking rat and I have yet to see him. I was honestly thinking about him the entire time we were making out and I’d just really like to see him, please.”

“Tom.” You laughed and covered your face in embarrassment.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “It’s kinda rude to wave this magical cooking rat in my face and then not show him to me.”

You laughed again and felt all the tension leave your body. Tom noticed you relaxing and let out a content sigh.

“You always know what to say.” You said once your laughter died down.

“I don’t. I just say the dumbest thing I can think of and hope it makes you smile. Because no offense, you have a really beautiful smile. Best I’ve ever seen, really.”

You broke into a smile and shook your head at him. He could he unbelievably sweet when he wanted to be, and you loved every minute of it.

“All right. I’ll show you the rat. You earned it.” You sighed ostentatiously and grabbed your laptop. Tom crawled next to you in the bed but gave you some distance. You looked over your shoulder at him as an idea formed in your head. You sat up on your knees and situated yourself between his legs, wiggling your butt a little to make some more room for yourself. Tom blushed in surprised and wrapped his arms around you to get even closer. You placed the laptop on your tummy and hit play on the movie. You stayed in Tom’s arms until it was over and looked up at him when it was done.

“So what did you think?”

“It was good, yeah. It was good.” He nodded as he wiped his face with his hand.

“Are you crying?” You laughed and craned your neck to look at him.

“Are you judging me? That was a cinematic masterpiece. I never knew a rat could make me feel so much.”

“Here. Sorry I put you through that.” You chuckled and handed him a tissue from your nightstand.

“Don’t be sorry. I had a really good time.” He smiled down at you and hugged you closer to his body.

“So did I.” You sighed and relaxed against his chest. You stayed in his arms as the two of you talked until the sun began to set. You dragged your fingernails up and down his arm as you listened to him speak.

“Tell me something no one else knows about you.” You said as you looked up at him.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Something real. Something like - like who’s your favorite Alvin and the chipmunk?”

“I don’t know.” He laughed. “The blue one.”

“The blue one? Simon?”

“I don’t know their names.” He whined. “It wasn’t very popular in England.”

You laughed again and pulled your laptop back onto your lap. You typed something into Google and showed Tom what came up.

“These are the chipmunks.” You said as you pointed to the screen. Tom frowned and pulled your laptop closer to get a better look.

“I kinda hate the green one.” He said after a minute. “Like, I want to see him die.”

“Tom.” You laughed and sat up to look at him.

“I’m just saying. Look at him. He’s horrible. I want to punt him across a football field.”

You laughed again and covered your face with your hand.

“Don’t cover up.” He whined. “I want to see your pretty face.”

He moved your hands away from your face and replaced them with his own. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and before you knew it, he was kissing you. It wasn’t like the kiss from before, though. It was slower and sweeter and caused butterflies to erupt in your chest. When you pulled away, you smiled shyly and rested your forehead against his.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You asked as your fingers toyed with his sleeve.

“Sure. Anything.” Tom replied as his eyes gleamed with hope.

“Do you wear a jersey every day?”

“Not everyday. Sometimes I wear a hoodie when it’s cold.” Tom joked to hide the fact the he was disappointed. He thought you were going to ask him something deeper.

“Hm.” You folded your lips together and nodded as you eyed his jersey.

“Are you making fun of my attire? Because I can see penny loafers in your closet right now.” Tom said as he pointed to the open closet behind you.

“Don’t judge me.” You playfully gasped. “They’re comfortable.“

“So are jerseys.”

“How is this comfortable? It’s full of holes.” You pointed out as you tugged on his shirt. Your hands slid down a little and landed right on his bicep.

“Sorry.” You laughed nervously and took your hands away.

“It’s okay. You can touch if you want.” He said and flexed his muscles for you. You sucked in a short breath and put your hand back on his bicep. You gave it a squeeze and felt your mouth go dry.

“This is the most cliche thing I’ve ever taken part of.” You said as you continued to feel his muscle.

“Me too.” He laughed. “But I’m kinda into it.”

“Do you want to touch my arm?” You asked in your beta seductive voice. You pushed your cardigan off one shoulder to expose your arm, gasping ostentatiously as you did it. Tom laughed at your antics before jumping in with his own.

“Are you sure? It’s a little soon.” Tom played along and looked around for who might be listening.

“Shut up.” You playfully shoved him.

“You shut up.” He shoved you right back. He shoved a little too hard and you almost fell off the bed. He quickly caught you by the arms and pulled you closer to himself as you both laughed. When your laughter died down, you leaned in to kiss him again. You cupped his face with your hands this time and softly stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. When you pulled away, you kept his face between your hands.

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Is it about my cargo shorts?”

“No.” You laughed. “What are we? Like what do you think of us as?”

“Oh.” He smirked. “This conversation.“

“I know.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m just curious what you’re thinking. I mean, you walk me to and from class everyday. We talk on the phone all the time. We make out on the occasion. What does that make us?”

“What do you want it to make us?” Tom asked, just as nervous about this conversation as you were.

“What do you want it to make us?”

“I have an answer.” Tom told you. “But I’m worried that it’s not the same as your answer so I don’t want to say it.”

“That’s why I don’t want to say my answer.” You laughed and pointed to yourself.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll be the brave one here.” He sighed sarcastically and held up his hands.

“Okay. Do it.” You challenged him. Tom took both your hands in his and gave them a squeeze.

“My darling.” He began. “If it’s cool with you, would you do me the honor of going steady with me?”

You broke into a grin when you heard the way he phrased the question. He could’ve just asked you to be his girlfriend, but that wasn’t good enough. He had to remind you that he was the good listener you thought of him as.

“That’s cool with me.” You nodded and rested your forehead against his again.

“Cool.” He smiled shyly but was reeling with excitement on the inside. You sighed happily and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

“Cool.”

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Wicked Game ~ T.H

chapter five: the night we met

pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader

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Two months into your relationship with Tom, life was good. The more time he spent out of the frat house, the more he forgot about the bet. There were times when he’d be hanging out with you and could imagine doing it for the rest of his life. He knew it wasn’t his decision to start talking to, but it was his decision to stay. He told himself that he started to feel guilty about lying to you. Sometimes it was enough to make the guilt go away, and sometimes it wasn’t.

Tensions were high in the house ever since the fight in the kitchen. Trent, Brad, and the boys on their side kept their distance from Tom and his brothers as the days went on. Tom tried to keep you out of the frat house as much as possible to limit your contact with any of his brothers. That wasn’t always possible since Harrison and Peyton were now dating. When they wanted to stay at your dorm, Tom had no choice but to take you to the frat house.

“Wow. It actually smells good in here for once.” You remarked as you stepped into the house. Tom sniffed the air and smelt baked goods, immediately growing suspicious.

“Is that you, T bag? We just made some wee-“ Harry stopped his sentence when he saw you standing next to Tom. He nervously looked down at the plate for brownies in his hand and threw on a smile.

“W-eally good brownies.” He said quickly. “W-eally, w-eally good. You guys should try some.”

“We’re good.” Tom said as he led you towards his room. He could hear Trent and Brad in the other room and gulped.

“These stairs are hazardous. You shouldn’t take the risk.” Tom said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Tom! This is so unnecessary.” You laughed as he ran up the stairs with you.

“Why? It’s an homage to the night we met.” He laughed nervously as he rushed past Trent’s door. He got to his own room and locked the door behind him before throwing you on his bed.

“Woo. That was fun.” Tom nodded too many times as he nervously looked at his door. Having you at the house when Trent and Brad were home was just begging for trouble.

“You’re so weird sometimes.” You laughed and gave him a strange look. Tom relaxed a little and got on the bed beside you.

“You think I’m weird? You read on trains instead of listening to music. That’s psychopath behavior.” He snorted as he laid his head in your lap.

“Oh, I’m the psychopath? Did you forget that one time I pulled your sheets back and found a full bowl of ramen in your bed? Full!”

“Look, we all make a bowl of ramen and forget about it. It happens to all of us. I don’t know why you can’t let that go.” Tom rolled his eyes at you, making you laugh. He looked up at you and smiled before getting comfortable in your lap.

“Can you play with my hair?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“You’re the boyfriend. You should be playing with my hair.” You playfully reminded him.

“I like it when you do it.” He whined and nuzzled his face into your lap.

“Fine.” You sighed loudly and took his hat off his head. You began to run your hands through his hair, wrapping his curls around your fingers.

“Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow.” You sang softly as you continued to play with his hair. Tom sighed in content and shut his eyes as he let himself relax. He turned suddenly and looked up at you with a timid look on his face.

“What?” You asked him.

“Nothing.” He shrugged and looked away.

“If you want it, just ask.” You sighed playfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom replied, and you could hear his smile.

“Sure you don’t.” You humored him as your moves your hand from his hair to his back. You lightly dug your fingernails into him as you scratched his back in the way he liked.

“Can you do under the shirt?” He whined a little and pressed his face into your lap. You laughed and slipped your hand under his t shirt to scratch his back.

“What? What’s funny?” He asked and he turned his body to look up at you.

“Nothing.” You smiled down at him. “You’re just clingy.”

“What?” He sat up in shock. “I am not.”

“You’re so clingy. You’re the clingiest person I know.“

“I’m not.” Tom pouted as he pulled you by your ankles so you were sitting between his legs.

“You are. And it’s okay that you are. I like it.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You do?” Tom asked with a hint of insecurity in his voice.

“I do. I kinda like that you’re an asshole to everyone but me.” You chuckled.

“Because nobody but you matters.” Tom said softly. Your grew and you tugged him closer by his shirt. Tom closed the gap the rest of the way and kissed you slowly. He leaned forward and gently laid you down on his bed without breaking the kiss. You slipped your hand back under his shirt and dragged your nails down his back, not being gentle this time. The kiss was interrupted by a loud knocking at Tom’s door. You jumped apart and gave each other a look as Brad came in.

“Everybody decent?” Brad asked. He had his hand over his eyes but was clearly looking his fingers.

“Yes.” Tom grumbled. “What do you want?”

“The boys and I were thinking of throwing a party tonight. You guys in?”

“Uh, I don’t know.” Tom said as he looked at you. “She has a test on Monday. I was gonna help her study.”

“Dude. It’s a Friday. You’re gonna miss out on a party to study?” Brad groaned and gave you an annoyed look. You gulped a little and faked a smile for Brad.

“It’s okay. I can study tomorrow. You guys should throw a party.” You assured them. Tom looked over at you and sighed. He could tell you didn’t actually want to go to the party and only agreed to appease Brad.

“Cool. Thanks Shark Week.” Brad gave you a thumbs up and left the room.

“What did he call me?” You laughed in confusion and looked at Tom.

“I don’t know. He’s always calling people random things.” Tom lied as his eyes darted to the side.

“Hm. What a weirdo.”

“Yep. Super weird guy.” Tom nodded too many times. “Are you sure about this party, love? Your final is on Monday.”

“I’m sure. I can always go home early. I don’t want you to change your lifestyle for me.” You told him with a hint of a sad smile.

“Okay. We can stay for as long as you want.” He told you as he rubbed your knee with his hand. You looked at his hand for a minute before slowly looking up into his eyes.

“When I leave, do you want to come home with me?” You asked as you put your hand on top of his.

“Okay.” Tom smiled. “Sure.”

“Peyton said she was staying here for the weekend.” You continued. “We’ll have my dorm to ourselves.”

“Ooo. Another movie marathon?” He asked, still not getting it.

“Yeah. We could put on a movie.” You said as you leaned closer to him. You kissed Tom slowly before pulling away.

“And then not watch the movie.” You spoke softly and looked at him through your eyelashes. Tom backed away a little as he realized what you were saying.

“You mean….”

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “I wanna go all the way with you.”

“Are you sure?” Tom asked as he felt his mouth go dry. It was what he wanted more than anything else in the world, but he had to prioritize your feelings over his own. He knew you were reserved about it in the past and wanted to make sure you came to this decision entirely on your own.

“I’m sure. I love you. And I want to do this with you.”

Tom felt the wind get knocked out of his chest when he heard you say this. His entire face heated up in a boyish blush as he smiled widely.

“You love me?” He laughed a little in disbelief as he took your hands in his.

“Surprise.” You laughed as well and pressed your forehead against his. Tom grinned and took your face between his hands. He kissed your lips before kissing your forehead, cheeks, and nose. You laughed in delight as he continued to kiss you all over your face.

“I love you too.” He said as he brushed his thumbs against your cheeks. No achievement he had ever met could compare to you telling him your loved him. He was beaming with excitement until he realized something.

“Oh shit.” He whispered.

“What?” You frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ll be right back. Stay here. Love you.” He kissed you again and quickly ran out of the room. Tom went to Harrison’s room and shut the door behind him.

“Dude.” Tom whispered gravely. “Dude dude dude.”

“Dude. What’s up?” Harrison asked in concern.

“Dude, Y/n just told me she loves me.” Tom said, unable to fight the smile that appeared when he said it.

“Dude.” Harrison’s eyes widened.

“And she wants to have sex, dude.” Tom whispered. “Tonight. After the party.”

“Dude!” Harrison exclaimed. “You guys haven’t yet right?“

“No, dude. And she wants to tonight. Because she loves me. She freaking loves me.” Tom nearly screamed as he paced around Harrison’s room.

“This is good, right? It means you won the bet, dude.” Harrison said, making Tom stop in his tracks.

“No, dude.” Tom sighed. “This is horrible. It means I let this bet bullshit go on way too long.”

“Dude.” Harrison sighed. “It’s been months. You never told her about the bet?”

“How could I? The bet was the only reason I talked to her at the party that night, dude. It would crush her if she knew that.”

“What about all the times you’ve seen her since the party, dude? Wasn’t that for the bet?”

“No, dude. That was just because I liked her. I liked her right away. I forgot about the bet seconds into our first conversation. I’m so mad at myself right now, dude. I should’ve just told her. It’s way too late now.”

“Maybe she’ll find it funny.” Harrison shrugged weakly.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll break her heart.” Tom said, making the room go silent. The boys stared at each other in despair, both knowing Tom was right. Harrison saw Tom’s eyes tear up and walked over to him. He put his hands on Tom’s shoulder to make him look at him.

“Listen, dude. You need to tell her before someone else does. You know the guys are. Especially Brad and Trent. If those assholes find out you won the bet, they’re gonna make a huge deal about it. And she shouldn’t be there when they do.”

“Okay. Yeah. I gotta tell her.” Tom nodded in agreement. He went to leave the room but Harrison pulled him back.

“Dude, wait.”

“What, dude?“ Tom wondered.

“Somebody loves you, dude.” Harrison smiled proudly.

“I know.” Tom grinned. “She loves me. And I love her.”

Harrison hugged Tom tightly before sending him out of the room. Tom didn’t notice Brad standing outside Harrison’s door as he walked back to his own room.

“Hey, baby girl. Sorry about that. I had to

tell Harrison something.” Tom said as he shut his door behind him.

“Hey.” You smiled sympathetically at him. “I’m so sorry. I totally forgot that I’m supposed to tutor in the library today.”

“Oh, okay. Can we talk really quick first?” He asked, hoping to get the bet conversation out of the way as soon as possible.

“Can it wait until the party? I’m running late.” You said as you put your backpack on.

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll see you tonight.” Tom said as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“Bye. Love you.” You kissed him goodbye.

“I love you too.” He grinned. “Feels so good to say.”

You chuckled and kissed him again before leaving the room.

“Bye.” Brad waved to you as you passed him in the hallway.

“Bye.” You called back without checking to see who it was. Brad smirked to himself and went to go find Trent.

Later that nights you held Peyton’s hand as you stood outside the frat house. After telling her about the plan you and Tom made, she insisted on making you up. Instead of throwing you into one of her dresses, she let you wear what you wanted. You ended up in a ruffled red dress and a pair of heels lent to you by Peyton. Peyton gave your hand a squeeze and knocked on the door. Harry opened the door and smiled happily.

“Tom! Harrison! Your girlfriends are here.” Harry called behind him. He stepped back and held the door open for the two of you. You walked in and were immediately greeted by Tom and Harrison. Harrison picked Peyton up and spun her around as Tom kissed you hello.

“Woah. Why are you tall?” He walked once he set you down. You looked down at the same time and his eyes widened when he saw your high heels.

“I wanted to look good for you.” You smiled shyly. Tom returned the smile and took your chin between his fingers.

“You always look good to me, darling.” He said softly. Just as he was leaning in to kiss you, Harrison put his arms around both your shoulders.

“Come on losers. Let’s get drunk!” He shouted and shook you both. Peyton grabbed your hand and lead you to the kitchen to get some drinks. After taking a few shots, she wanted to dance. You looked over her shoulder from Tom as you danced with her in the living room.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find Tom.” You shouted over the music. You left Peyton and walked through the house, suddenly feeling arms weak around you from behind.

“You left me.” Tom whined in your ear. You turned around in his arms and smiled at the sight of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now.” You told him as you rubbed your nose against his. Tom gave you a tipsy smile as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re so pretty. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He said in his drunken state.

“You’re pretty too. Give me your hat.” You took his hat off his head and put it on your own.

“See? Logoless hats are catching on.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss both your cheeks. He was clingy when he was sober and even clingier when drunk.

“No. I’m just letting you mark your territory.” You teased him and adjusted the hat.

“Aw. I said that the night we met.” He realized and wrapped his arms tighter around your body. The house was packed from wall to wall with people, but it felt like it was just the two of you. You swayed to the music together in a slow dance, despite the fast paced beat of the song.

“Can you tell me you love me again?“ Tom smiled in his drunken state.

“I love you.” You shouted over the music. Tom threw his head back in glee before coming back to you.

“I love you too.” He grinned and kissed you all over your face. Brad was passing by and saw you and Tom wrapped around each other. He looked up and saw Trent near the front door. Trent nodded and left the house, and Brad knew what to do.

“All right, all right. We get it. You won the bet, Tom. You don’t have to rub it in our faces.” Brad said loudly as he patted Tom on the back. All the color drained from Tom’s face as your eyes lit up in surprise.

“You won a bet, babe?” You smiled proudly. “What was it?”

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