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birthday sex

a/n: my mental health has been plummeting because of the state of America and family issues, so i hope i’ll be able to continue writing for you guys, i love doing it, i’ve just been so worried all of the time now... happy 24th birthday thomas stanley holland! i love you so much!! enjoy this smut, i might write a fluff fic for those who don’t read smut xx

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), daddy kink, horny shit, swearing

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Tom awoke to an empty bed. You were missing from your side of the bed. He assumed you were preparing breakfast before he felt a warmth in his lower regions. Within a second, his head was back on his pillow, and he was groaning with pleasure. 

“Fuck,” he moaned. Fixing himself on his forearms, he tugged on the white sheets, revealing his beautiful girlfriend with her mouth wrapped around his cock. “Don’t stop, you feel so good.”

Your E/C eyes stared right into his chocolate pearls. You blinked innocently at him before continuing to skillfully swirl your tongue on his length whilst bobbing your head up and down. 

“Just like that, darling,” he breathed.

A small quantity of warm liquid came out of his tip. Your mouth pulled off his cock with a pop and tongue came down to teasingly lick the tip.

“Mm, you taste delicious, Tommy,” you said prior to taking him in your mouth again.

You took him as far as you could, but with the remaining length, you used your hand to stroke and the other hand massaged his balls. You increased your speed, making wet noises as you bobbed your head.

“Keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum,” Tom moaned.

You worked even harder to get him to his release, moving faster and more in depth. You could feel him tense up underneath you, and you smiled to yourself.

“I’m gonna cum, darling,” he grabbed your head and led you through it.

His seed shot into your mouth as he let out a loud groan. You pulled your mouth off of him, keeping your eyes connected. Your cheeks swollen with his juices, you swallowed the load at once. His eyes immediately filled with lust once again.

“How’re you so good at that, princess?”

You straddled his lap, wearing a matching set of bras and panties. He hadn’t noticed before, too distracted with pleasure, but he certainly did now. You could feel his arousal press against your core.

“I’ve practiced many times on you, that’s how,” you smiled.

“Well, I think it’s only fair for me to have some practice, don’t you think?” He flipped you over and pinned you to the bed.

“Anything you want. I’m your present after all. Happy Birthday, daddy,” lust coated your words.

“Fuck, princess,” he ripped your laced bra off, revealing your hard tits.

He dipped down and harshly sucked on it, massaging the other with his hand. You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips into the air. 

“So impatient, aren’t you?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, baby.”

With that, he placed kisses from your collarbone, around your nipples, down your core to the spot you desired him most. He avoided it, moving around it or gently grazing his lips against it. You let out a frustrated moan, grinding your hips into nothing in attempt to have any friction rub against your clit.

“Tommy, please,” you gasped.

“Who?” He teased.

“Fuck, daddy. Please, daddy,” you cried.

“What do you want me to do, babygirl?”

“Fuck me. Touch me. Just please pound my pussy,” you begged pathetically.

“Since you asked so nicely...”

He took a torturously long time to pull off your matching panties, pausing to admire your wetness. When he successfully, and finally, stripped you from them, they flew to an innominate place in the room. 

“Look at you, you’re practically dripping onto the bed,” his fingers stroked up your thigh, gaining a shivering exhale from you.

His tongue dove into you without warning, causing your hips to thrust at the sudden pleasure. His thumb moved to your clit, hovering over it. You begged to feel the pressure against your nub, only to jump when he instantaneously began rubbing you. He easily brought you near the edge. You felt yourself slowly falling over the edge, but the feeling was quickly retracted. 

“Daddy, please, I need to cum,” you sobbed, blinking at him with your puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t worry, babe, you’ll cum with me.”

He grabbed his length, collecting your liquids with the tip. He used your wetness and stroked his cock before entering you. The two of you let out a moan, eyes rolling with pleasure. He started slowly, ensuring you wouldn’t cum too early.

“Fuck, To-daddy, faster. Please go faster,” you moaned.

He grinned, snapping his hips into yours faster and rougher. Your face contorted with pleasure.

“You like that?”

You nodded, eyes screwed shut.

“I asked you a question,” he said through grit teeth.

Your eyes flickered open, and you blushed, “Y-Yes, daddy, I love it. Thank you.”

He smirked with pride. His thumb moved to tease your clit once again. Your hips thrusted into the air at the sudden touch. 

You could feel your core tighten and you yelped, “I’m gonna cum, daddy.”

“Hold on a little longer, darling, I’m almost there,” he leaned down, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Okay, get ready,” he mumbled against your lips. His thrusts became sloppy and breathing jagged, “C-Cum, now.”

“I love you,” you moaned, gripping his curls.

His lips focused on your neck, sucking and kissing the skin. He left himself inside your warmth, working the two of you through your orgasm. 

His body plopped beside you, chest heaving. You turned on your side to face him. You traced his jawline with your finger, smiling exhaustedly. His arm wrapped around your waist, placing a kiss to your hair.

“Round two?” He smiled at you.

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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oral lesson

a/n: i’m literally having major writers block so this is like hella short, i’m so sorry, i’m trying as hard as i can T^T

warnings: smut, oral (fem. receiving), slight dom!reader ı ʇɥıuʞ

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“Kiss my neck,” you mumbled.

You felt his soft lips connect with the skin of your neck. He gently nibbled the side of your neck before sucking the skin, leaving a saturating spot. You moaned at the sensation, tilting your head back in pleasure.

“Bite me,” you breathed.

You felt his teeth gently pulling at your skin, trailing from your neck to your shoulder.

“Hold me down.”

He pushed you back on the bed and slowly made his way down to the valley between your legs, placing wet kisses on your skin. Hovering over the spot you desired him most, his hot breath harassed it, pleasuring you more than it should’ve. Your back arched off the bed and hips thrust into the air.

“Use your tongue,” you begged, voice strained.

His tongue delved into your wetness, collecting it all in one lick. He flicked his tongue on your clit, not giving you the full treatment. 

“Make me moan,” you voiced shakily.

He wrapped his lips around your bud, sucking on it. A long finger collected your slick and pushed into you, thrusting slowly. He skillfully used his tongue on your clit while continuously sucking on it, and he added a second finger and sped up his pace, curling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, occasionally. You let out an elongated moan, fingers tangled in his hair.

“Don’t- Don’t stop,” you stopped to take a breath, “Don’t stop until I’m shaking,” your chest heaved.

His eyes darted up to connect with yours, and you could feel him smirk against you. He began to pound his fingers into you, your liquid producing lewd sounds. You felt the building tightness in your core relax, and you came. He didn’t stop, though. He pushed your legs wider open, hands stroking up and down your inner thighs. You felt another the need to release once again, but it was cut off this time. He pulled away from you, grinning widely as you whined. He stuck his tongue back into your opening, collecting all your cum from your previous release. His thumb pressed onto your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. You came the second time that night. 

The process continued: he teased you, he let you cum, and repeat.

It was only until your 4th orgasm did you begin shaking. Your body vibrated, and your legs tried to close themselves. 

You heard a popping sound, and you looked in the direction of the sound. He sucked his fingers clean of your juices. His face, though, was shining with your slick, earning a blush from you. He licked his lips clean of the substance and wiped the rest off with his shirt. He slid into the space beside you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Feel good, love?”

“As always and more, Tommy,” you smiled at him, briskly losing consciousness.

the three words

a/n: hi! sorry for not updating recently... i haven’t been doing well mentally recently, so sorry for the inactivity... i’m trying my hardest to write but i can’t seem to find the inspiration, but luckily i forced myself to write this for you guys... i hope you are all doing well and enjoy this angsty fic xx

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst to fluff uwu, mentions of sex, swearing

italics is flashback

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It all happened so quickly. You felt yourself on the edge of release when he said the three words you swore to never say to each other.

“I love you.”

Time stopped. He stopped thrusting into you, and you laid frozen underneath him. 

No, it’s not possible. He couldn’t love you. He can’t say that. Why would he say that? Only to hurt you more?

Truthfully, you had fallen for Tom a long time back but never confessed it to anyone. He was your best friend, your shoulder to lean on, your fuck buddy. 

“W-What?” You muttered, breaking the silence.

“I-I...” he was shaking above you, “I said nothing.” He pulled out of you, not giving you a second glance. “I should go.”

Without hesitance, Tom quickly slipped his clothes back over his glistening skin and left your flat, leaving you alone to grieve. You could hear the door click only a minute after he got off of you.

Tears slipped through your tightly shut eyes. Your breath hitched as you gasped for air. Sobs racked through your body. 

“Why?” You whispered to yourself. Gradually, your voice grew louder until you were shouting, “Why? Why? Why? Why?!” Calming down, you laid limp in bed, naked, “How could you do that to me, Tommy. I love you. How could you play with my feelings like that?”

-

Tom wasn’t taking the situation well either. On the drive back to his flat, his thoughts were filled with the broken look on your face when he had said those three words. He practically saw the light drain from your eyes.

You were a naturally cheerful person. Whenever someone felt down, you were always there to show them the bright side of things. Anybody could rely on you to make their day better. It was on the rarest of rare occasions would you ever cry and look down.

Seeing the pain, sadness, and anger on your face felt like a stab at his heart. Out of all people, he was the one to hurt you the most.

-

“Oh, Tommy,” you ran into Tom’s arms, palms digging into your eye-sockets. “How could I’ve been such an idiot? All of you were right! He was fooling me to impress another girl! I was just a pawn in his game,” you cried, arms wrapping around Tom’s torso to pull him close.

“Y/N/N, you are not an idiot. He’s the idiot for using you. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. If he can’t see how precious you are, then he doesn’t deserve to see you at all.

Who cares about this other girl anyways? She couldn’t possibly be as amazing as you are. Besides, who is this girl? Stop crying. You’re wasting your tears on two idiots,” Tom spoke harshly, but his eyes gleamed with affection.

“I’ve never seen or met the girl before, but I know what she looks like. She’s actually very pretty. I wouldn’t stand a chance against her, after all, she’s the embodiment of perfection. I’m- I’m avera-” Tom cut you off.

“Don’t you even think about finishing that sentence. You are not average! She is not the embodiment of perfection because you are! Can’t you see? You are ten times the person than she is,” he softly smiled at you.

“Thank you, Tommy. Thank you for being here for me. You always know how to cheer me up,” your arms remained wrapped around hiss muscular torso.

“Always. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Do you promise to never hurt me, no matter what?” You looked right into his chocolate brown eyes, searching for honesty.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

-

“I can’t leave her now. She needs my support, no matter what. I said I’ll always be there for her, so I will keep to that promise,” Tom said to himself, turning the car around.

He sped back, hoping you didn’t hate him now. He couldn’t get the thought of you hurting out of his mind, which encouraged him to not bail on his new idea.

As soon as he saw the entrance to your flat, he unbuckled his seatbelt before parking randomly. He ran towards your door and banged on the door. Now, he could only wait and hope for a response.

-

You heard a loud pounding on your door and jumped.

Who could be knocking at your door this late at night?

The pounding was consistent. You had a feeling they wouldn’t be giving up anytime soon, so you grabbed your small can of pepper spray and headed towards the entrance of your home.

“Who is it?” You asked, peaking through every nook and cranny for clues.

“Who do you think?” The familiar English accent filled your ears.

“Go away,” tears resurfaced in your eyes.

“No. You need me right now, I’m not going to leave you until you open this door and I see you are fine,” he demanded.

You hesitated for a moment, hand resting on the door knob, “F-Fine, but you are leaving right after that.”

“Let’s let fate unravel itself. Open this door, now,” he muttered the beginning to himself.

Groaning, you pulled the door open, pepper spray still in hand in case it was a creepy stalker. Luckily, it was actually Tom. His brown curls was a mop on his head with stray hairs sticking out of his hairdo. 

As soon as your eyes met his, tears rolled down your cheeks.

-

The moonlight was reflected by your tears. Tom noticed the tears and pulled you into him. 

“Get off! I’m fine,” you sobbed into his shirt.

It hurt him to see you lying to him even though you were obviously in pain. You always trusted him. And he always trusted you.

If only he could take back those three horrid words. Oh, how one phrase can ruin it all.

“I’m fine. Let go of me,” you sniffled, fists banging into his chest.

“Stop, I know you’re not fine. I hurt you, and I’m sorry,” he sighed, holding you even closer.

-

He lied to you. He broke his promise.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

And now, he’s broken another promise.

“I promise I’ll never say those three words to you, unless as a joke.”

You weren’t hurting because he broke this promise, though. You were hurting because he said it as a joke. In such an intimate moment, he chose to say those words half-heartedly to you.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You couldn’t handle him toying around with your unannounced feelings.

-

“You know I love you, right? Not as the goofy little girl I met back in kindergarten or as my long time best friend but as a partner. I love you, and I’ve loved you for a while now. I know I’m breaking our rules, but I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve fallen for you,” Tom confessed into your hair.

The tears in your eyes reduced. You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You what?” You asked in disbelief.

“I love you, Y/N M/N L/N, from the very bottom of my heart.”

“I-I love you, too, Tommy,” you were looking up at him now, “I’ve been in love with you ever since we were in year 8 at school.”

“If this is a dream,” he leaned his forehead on yours, “I never want it to end.”

“It’s not a dream, Tom,” you lifted your chin and inched your lips towards his.

Gently, your lips attached. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and one his hands caressed your cheek while the other rested on the small of your back. This kiss was different from any you shared from before. This was passionate and filled with love, unlike the others: rough and full of lust.

You pulled away, gasping for air, “Why did we have that arrangement in the first place?”

“I did it because I thought it was the closest I would ever get to a relationship with you,” Tom blushed, laughing nervously.

“Funnily enough, I’m pretty sure that’s why I agreed, too,” you giggled.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you, love. I should be keeping you out of harms way instead of being the harm. Please forgive me,” he begged, pouting his lips and shining his bright, wide eyes at you.

“How could I say no to that adorable face?” You bopped the tip of his nose, “I really do forgive you, though.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, “You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”

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.

50 and 59 with mob Tom

skin ‘n teeth

❧ prompt: “Why are you so jealous?” & “Bite me.”

❧ pairing: mob!tom x brat!reader

❧ genre: suggestive, slight angst (?)

❧ warnings: mentions of eye-fucking, biting kink, hickeys, manhandling, soft!tom for 0.001 seconds

❧ a/n: so i’ve decided to actually be somewhat active again but not really. i’m changing the format of my work, if you couldn’t tell. please send in more requests because i actually have no ideas anymore so yeah. in another post i’ll explain a little more why i decided to go on a hiatus. you can check it out if you want

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Tom stormed into the room, you trailing right after him. 

“What was that?” He fumed, fists clenching at his sides.

“What was what?” You asked, snapping back at the man.

“You know wha-” Tom takes a deep breath to prevent himself from breaking into a violent state, “You were throwing yourself at Harrison this whole night. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I wasn’t throwing myself at Harrison, Tom,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah, you were throwing certain eyes at him, though,” he snapped, ears growing red with anger.

“And you weren’t?” You glared at your boyfriend.

“I’m pretty sure I’m dating you for a reason, Y/N. If I wanted to get with Haz, I could’ve a while ago,” humor slipped into his tone.

“No, Tom,” you groaned, getting frustrated, “I’m talking about that girl.”

“Analia?” He took the bitterness spreading further on your face as confirmation, “You know I have to entertain her if I want to maintain business with Boivin.”

“Well you don’t have to entertain her to the extent of letting her undress you with her eyes,” you rolled your eyes for about the fiftieth time that night.

“Undress me with her eyes?” Tom let out a dark laugh, “You were doing that to Haz tonight, and besides, I can’t control what she does.”

“You kept responding to her, though,” you feebly spat.

“Why are you so jealous? You know I only have eyes for you,” he said, sighing as if the conversation was tiring him.

His evident worn-out tone made your anger peak. Huffing loudly, you spun on the heel of your foot, exiting the tension-filled room. 

“Where are you going now?” You heard his voice groan behind you.

Your feet carried you down the empty corridor, the clacking of your heels echoing as you rushed away from the Brit. Tom’s voice rang in your ears, demanding you to stop walking. You ignored him as you made your way into your shared bedroom.

Pushing the door closed behind you, you undressed yourself and changed into a comfortable, satin dress. You freed your feet from the restricting shoes, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor. Exchanging the heels for dark grey plush slippers, you made your way onto the balcony, resting your hands on the marble balustrade. You looked up at the dark sea overhead, stars twinkling in the abyss. 

After some time, you heard the sound of a door clicking open behind you but decided to ignore it. A warmth replaced the coolness of your back, and a pair of hands were placed onto your hips. 

“Darling,” you heard the familiar British accent whisper into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry. Stop ignoring me, please.”

The longer you stayed silent, he progressively became more dominant.

“Babygirl, why are you being such a brat tonight?” Warm, wet lips latched onto your neck, sucking and pulling at the taut skin.

Still not able to elicit any response from you, he worked his way up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“If I were you, I’d respond. You’re already going to get a punishment, do you want it to be even worse?” His deep, husky voice vibrated down your spine. 

“Bite me,” you smirked, tough facade not breaking.

He growled, thrusting his hips into you before his teeth connected with your neck. After getting some successful marks on the skin, he forced you to face him, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your stuck-out ass. Pushing the doors of your room open, he threw you onto the bed, climbing above your figure and leaning down to feast more at your neck.

“Don’t enjoy this too much. I still have to punish you for your behavior tonight.”

With a whimper from your swollen lips, he began ravishing you, starting an endless night of pleasure.

Can you please please do one where mob Tom has to go on like a business meeting for like two months or something and can’t have contact with y/n and in those two months she starts working out and loses a bit of weight and he comes home all proud SMUT PLEASEE Im trying to lose weight and I would literally cry if someone was proud of my weight loss

two-for-one reward

❧ prompt: hard work always pays off, and the prize you get always varies

❧ pairing: mob!tom x reader

❧ genre: suggestive, fluff

❧ warnings: one curse word shit, mentions of hickeys, mentions of horniness, suggestive ending

❧ a/n: i decided to write this for the upcoming week because i have my finals and a lot of work to do for school that i’m stressed about oops so hopefully this’ll be enough content for now. i personally am also exercising, and may i just say, it’s the most rewarding thing ever. tips that i can give are to be do it for yourself and not others, as well as not to put yourself down. don’t stress about your results or not seeing improvement. you’re doing great as it is, and you should be proud that your taking action. i also did not write any smut in this for i don’t feel comfortable writing in such genre anymore, especially because i haven’t been dabbling in that area for a while. like i said in my other post, i will try to return to writing nsfw works, but for now, i will only be writing suggestive. i am so sorry :( i hope the suggestiveness is enough. enjoy xx

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Two weeks ago, Tom had to go on a trip for his business. Though he considered bringing you along, he didn’t want to involve you in the mob business further than you already were. He left you in the safety of his mansion, accompanied by many of his most trusted men. As much as he wanted to leave Harrison, Sam, or Harry with you, he needed them to come along with him on this mission as backup. 

Within the two weeks he had been gone, you had too much free time on your hands. Not being allowed to leave his property or invite friends over, you were left with barely any sources of entertainment.

One day, though, as you were walking down the large halls, two of Tom’s men trailing behind you, you noticed a room you never ventured in before. Letting your curiosity and boredom lead you, you made your way over to the opaque door. Placing a hand on the metal of the door handle, you winced at the chill that spiked the palm of your hand. Pulling the door open, you were met with a rack of weights placed beside the wall and a treadmill beneath a large television. Walking further into the room, on your right, there was a long pool filled with crystal, teal water. 

Turning to the men behind you, you asked, “Who’s gym is this?”

“Mr. Holland’s, of course,” one spoke up, “we usually aren’t allowed in here, though.”

Looking at the large mirror wall, you looked at your physique. You didn’t need to lose weight, as your body was already perfect as it was, but you could improve your muscle strength and stamina. With that, you decided that within the two weeks, to fill your time, you would work out everyday for hours on end. 

At the beginning of this strengthening journey, you were fatigued much more easily than you were compared to the end of the two week span. You ended every jogging session with your hands supporting your body on your knees, sweat dripping down your face, chest heaving as you panted for air. You could barely hold a plank for 15 seconds, and your arms were established to be weaker than you imagined as you dipped down to do your first pushup. Legs bending into a squat, you felt your thighs shaking by the time you reached twentieth rep. Every time you ended every workout, you felt rewarded and were proud when you looked in the mirror to see your figure tightening.

By the thirteenth day, and final day to yourself, you were much stronger and could hold yourself up for much longer. For the short amount of time you had exercised for, your results were extraordinary. You were much skinner and toned than you were when you began. 

That night, you fell asleep in the empty bed once more, your excitement over Tom coming back keeping you awake but the fatigue overpowered it and lulled you to sleep. 

The next morning, you woke bright and early, changing into a long-sleeved, green, lettuce-edged, wrap shirt paired with straight denim jeans. Doing your hair up into a ponytail, you applied a layer of toner and lotion to your face, finishing your look off with a lightly tinted chapstick. 

Rushing down the hallway, you heard the doors opening, followed by the familiar, accented voices.

You saw Tom taking big strides down the corridor you were practically sprinting through and jumped into his arms, shouting, “Tommy!”

“Woah, darling,” he chuckled as you nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck, “I missed you. I guess you missed me too?”

You only nodded in response.

Putting you back onto your feet, Tom looked you up and down, eyes surveying your body, “You look different,” you gave him a look, “In a good way,” he rushed to add on. “You look slimmer and more fit. Did you workout while I was gone? Or am I imagining shit?”

“Actually, i’m quite glad you noticed, but in fact, I did lose weight. I discovered your gym early on and decided to fill my time by working out,” you smiled proudly.

“Not that I didn’t love your body before, you look so hot right now. Would it be weird if I said I’m a little bit turned on?” He asked, a shy grin resting on his face.

“It definitely would be...” you paused for a moment, taking in Tom’s disgruntled expression, “weird if you hadn’t mentioned it. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

Smirking, he lifted you in his arms, carrying you to the nearest vacant room he could find. His lips were already latched to yours, and, carrying you with one arm, he used his empty hand to strip you from your shirt.

“I’m so proud of you,” he mumbled onto your neck before sucking on the skin, leaving a dark purple mark behind. 

As the day progressed, many more marks were left all over your body that nobody, except for Tom, would be allowed to see: a prize given from Tom for your hard, impressive work.

And suddenly all the love songs were about you

peter parker x reader

in which you borrow Peter's sweater and find his ipod with a playlist of your name 💌

includes ! fluff , set after nwh.

word count - 2,3k

–> can u guys believe im posting cause i can't :") wrote something similar for druig months ago and thought how cute it would be with toms peter so here we are <3 hope u guys enjoy! pls excuse any mistakes ty the playlist

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peter's life had quite literally been turned upside down, he had no one to call his until you walked into his life. you gave him hope, you made him feel like truly living again, you made him feel like himself again. it wasn't like he didn't miss his old friends and all the people that knew him- he still missed them and still longed for them but you made it bearable, you made him feel that it will be okay, he will be okay.

you and peter were sat in the library, studying together for the upcoming test you both had, peter looked up to see your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, the tip of your pencil slowly tapping against your lips. peter noticed the way your face relaxed when you understood something as you noted it down, peter noticed how you smiled whenever he greeted you, peter noticed your perfume and the way you always hugged him and the way you always made hearts on your notes. you made peter feel like home. something he hadn't felt since michelle and him shared those two weeks. those two weeks which meant the entire world to him were kind of fading away as his heart took over you, how he slowly started to forget them and they only existed as a fragment of his memory. now he longed for every single moment with you.

"y/n?" he spoke quietly, making you look up from your book.

"yes pete?" you replied.

peter smiled softly, he loved it when you called him that, it made him feel like he was in love, maybe he was, "I just, thank you. I know I say it a lot but just you make me feel normal again after everything I just, really- yeah, thank you." he spoke softly, peter hadn't told you in detail or in many words but you understood that he lost the people he loved and they weren't coming back, you didn't ask questions and held him as he cried and sought comfort.

"peter, it's fine, really" you assured, "I'm here to stay."

"thank you." he replied, a smile on his face.

you smiled back, your eyes down on your notes again, you wrapped your arms against yourself slowly rubbing yourself, new york sure got cold quickly. peter noticed you getting cold, just like he noticed everything else. he pulled his black sweater from his bag and handed it to you, "here, you seem cold, wear this." he said, a small smile on his face.

"oh, what- no, peter, it's fine. it's not that cold anyway and what if you get cold later you know it's just fine-"

"y/n just take it please? it's alright I'm not cold anyway."

"peter i-"

"y/n please?" he insists, with a sigh you mutter out a small okay and take it, pulling it over your head. "better?" he asked.

"yeah" you replied, "thank you pete." you smiled softly.

"don't worry about it." he replied, beaming.

you and peter studied and talked every now and then with him stealing glances at you, it was around six thirty pm, the closing time of the library when the librarian told you to leave, sighing you picked up your books and followed peter outside.

"will you hold my bag so i can remove the sweater-"

"won't you be cold if you return it right now? it's even colder now then it was before!" he exclaimed.

"I'll be fine pete my dorm's just a short walk away!" you replied.

"nope, you'll be cold, just return it back to me tomorrow? and no don't say that I'll need it cause believe it or not I do have more sweaters." he replied cheekily.

you smiled sighing, "alright peter, I'll see you tomorrow! get home safe!" you said, smiling warmly.

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you entered your dorm and quickly turned the heater on, kicking your sneakers off you climbed on your bed, your bag on the floor. once the room was warm enough you pulled out peter's sweater, taking in the way he smelled, you smiled softly hugging the sweater. you felt something in the pockets of his sweater, curious, you reached for it revealing an ipod.

smiling to yourself, you started the ipod. of course peter parker still uses an ipod. you scrolled through his playlists stopping suddenly as you found one titled with your name and a heart. your heart picked up its paces your breath quickened, your finger hovered over your name. both nervous and excited to open it.

"theres no way this could be bad right?" you whispered to yourself, your finger almost touching the screen.

taking a deep breath you opened the playlist and scrolled through all the songs, pleasantly surprised on how every single song was a love song. no one thinks about a friend while listening to 'enchanted' right? you pressed play and laid down on your bed, clutching the sweater tightly against your chest, thinking about how were you going to ask peter about this or just... act normal when you see him again tomorrow for class.

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while you were debating on ways to ask peter about this thing and laying on bed listening to the playlist he made while thinking of you, the one he listened to religiously everyday as he daydreamed about what it would like to call you his and kiss you and hold your hand, he was back at his apartment frantically searching for his ipod. peter flipped his stuff around and still couldn't find it, totally unknown to fact that he left it in the sweater he gave you, he thought he must have lost it or forgotten it at library. sighing he laid on his bed, his eyes closed as thought about you while the song 'love grows' replayed in his head. peter hummed the song the song as he thought about dancing with you to that song in his apartment, peter smiled brightly, his eyes still closed as he imagined the same scene over and over until he gradually fell asleep.

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the next day came quicker then you wanted it too, you couldn't exactly figure out how you were going to just walk up to your best friend and say, "oh yeah so i found a playlist on your ipod with my name cause i was snooping cause you left it in the sweater I borrowed and it has all love songs so are you going to kiss me or i should i kiss you?" sadly, that's not how it worked and you needed to find a proper way to ask him about this, which was harder than you thought it would be.

you and peter shared your second and last class on friday, usually you looked forward to classes with him but today you were dreading them. it's not that you were scared that he didn't actually like you- the playlist was enough proof that he did but the way your heart fluttered knowing that he honestly liked you made you nervous. how were you even supposed to act now? were you supposed to play it cool or act a bit flirty hoping he'd get the hint? you were incredibly lost.

"hey y/n!" you heard peter's voice as he jogged over to you outside your class, leaning in to give you a hug from which you pulled away quicker then you should've. peter's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion for a second. you gave him a nervous smile, "hi peter" you spoke, reaching for your bag and pulling out his sweater, handing it to him quickly, "thanks for this." you said, giving him a small smile.

peter picked up on your nervous behavior, your timidness, the way you pulled away quickly, the way you didn't call him 'pete'. peter knew something was wrong.

he walked in the class, you long gone not waiting for him. he was glad to see a seat free next you. he quickly stumbled over, "can i sit here?" he asked warmly.

"of course peter why would you even ask that." you replied, laughing nervously.

"you just seem....different." he replied, sitting next you carefully, his eyes on yours- yours roaming around the class ignoring his.

"just tired." you replied.

"if you say so." peter sighed.

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"that's all for today's lecture. partners for the upcoming project are posted on the bulletin board, please remember to submit them on time as they make up for half of your grade this semester." the lecturer spoke as the students starting shuffling. you quickly got up and started to leave for your next class, your hand tightly clutching your bag.

"y/n! wait up!" you heard peter yell, you stopped but didn't turn to his way, it just felt weird.

peter came up to you, standing right in front of you, "we are partners for the project! we could start working today at your dorm if that's fine? we should get started cause it's worth a lot of our grade you know so yeah." he spoke, biting his lip, his hands gripping his bag pack, a glint of nervousness in his eyes.

"of course." you breathed, the same nervous smile taking over your face. "i should get going now I've a class" you spoke quickly and started walking away.

"I'll see you at four at your dorm!" yelled peter as you walked away.

Few hours passed and it was finally four, in between of his classes and spidey duties peter didn't even notice the time slip away while you were aware of every single second that passed. as four pm grew closer your nervousness knew no bounds. peter was going to be in your room, on your bed, with you. it's not like those things hadn't happened before but when they did you didn't know that he liked you and now that you did know it, it changed everything. it changed the way you remembered all the times peter bought you flowers just cause he felt like it. it changed the way you remembered all those sleepovers you had where you just fell asleep on him. friends don't look at friends that way, it was true.

peter started walking to your dorm, the air around new york starting to become colder and the cloud's getting grayer, he felt a gush of wind against his body, the feeling of warmness leaving his body instantly, peter grabbed the sweater from his bag, putting it on he put his hands in the pockets, rubbing them against the warm wool when he felt his ipod on his cold fingers.

peter stopped walking, his eyes went wide as everything clicked. you had seen his playlist on you, it was the only thing that explained your behavior today. peter almost felt as if he was free of a bone crushing secret he had held on for years, you knew by now that when he closed his eyes he pictured you, when he fantasized- you were his fantasy. now you knew, now he was free. but the real question was if you did the same, felt the same.

he reached your dorm and knocked on your door, a new sense of confidence entering his body. he couldn't quite put a finger on how it filled his body- was it your nervousness through out the day around him or was it the way he sensed your breath hitching and your heart racing, either way peter was glad he had it.

you opened the door and smiled anxiously, muttering a small "come in", peter walked past you and you felt an unsettling breeze, peter picked on your heart raced, he smiled to himself- as if he was pleased to be the reason for your anxiousness today (which he was), he sat on the chair across your desk and turned it towards you, you sat on your bed- your hands smoothing out your skirt. "should we get started on the project?" you spoke, your eyes avoiding his.

"yeah, sure, but before that i wanted to ask you something." he spoke, his eyes on you, hands fishing out the ipod.

"what is it?" you spoke quickly, your voice jittery.

"this" he spoke showing the ipod to you, "did you see something on this, something about you perhaps?"

"what? no, what are you even talking about peter? i don't even know what that this!" you defended anxiously.

"don't lie y/n, i know you know." he said quietly, walking up from the chair to your bed.

"know what?" you replied, a breathy, nervous laugh leaving your throat.

"the playlist y/n, you have been acting weird the whole day and then i find this ipod in the pocket of the sweater i lent you." he sat down next to you, "i'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable but i just really like you and those songs are really how i feel, it's okay if you don't-"

"i like you too peter." you stuttered, your face getting hot. suddenly you were aware of how close peter was sitting next to you. how your knees touched and you could feel his breath on your neck.

peter blushed, a soft pink glow covered his face as he smiled sweetly, his hand laid soft against your cheek, "can i kiss you?" he asked, his eyes on yours.

"yes." you replied softly, barely above a whisper.

your eyes closed as his lips gently laid over yours, your hands found his waist and pulling him ever closer as your lips moved in harmony against his.

"i really like you." he said, breaking the kiss, the soft pink glow still on his face, a smile loosely hanging from his lips.

"i really like you too" you replied, beaming.

peter grabbed the ipod and pressed play, he took your hands in his and leaned his forehead against yours, "i really really like you" he said again as 'enchanted' played.

you smiled softly, kissing his nose delicately, "me too."

I love this series so much, your writing is so amazing! If Adrien tries something I swear I will never forgive him, I don’t think I can handle the angst that I feel brewing lol

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Wipeout - Chapter 7

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hi guys, hope you enjoy this chap its extra long! Let me know what you think, I love getting feedback! Also just a heads up, the italics indicate a flashback, I hope that’s clear in how it’s written but if not now you know lol. Love you guys xx

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Tom misses you, then he comes home

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“Souvenir shopping is hard,” Harrison complained as he looked over a rack of keychains, “Mum said just to bring her a keychain or something but how do I pick…”

“Get her one with her name or ‘World’s Best Mum’ on it,” Tom suggested while he peered at a shelf full of shot glasses, “Do you think (y/n) would like a shot glass with a shark or a turtle on it more?”

“Well I think she’d like the shark, but I don’t know if getting her a shot glass is the best gift. She’s pretty specific about houseware,” Harrison peaked over at the glasses, “I thought you were getting her that shirt?”

“Yeah, but the more I looked at it the more I thought she wouldn’t like it…” he stepped away from the glasses, “You’re right man, this is hard.”

“There’s some cute jewelry over here,” Harrison tapped one of the racks beside him.

“Oh, good call,” Tom looked over a few sets of earrings and bracelets before he noticed a few coconut bead necklaces at the bottom of the display.

There were some very simple ones, similar to his, and some that were more complex. One caught his eyes, it had the opposite color scheme of his, having mostly white beads with a few brown ones intermixed. What stood out most to him though was a dainty, pink clay flower bead right in the middle of the necklace. He smiled as he plucked it off the rack, he knew you liked his necklace, you’d probably like having your own too. Plus he thought it’d be cute if the two of you matched.

“What do you think of this?” he asked Harrison.

He nodded in approval, “I think she’d like that Tom, it’s cute.”

“Yeah, I think so too…”

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Tom laughed as you swung at the empty beer can flying towards you. You let out an annoyed cry as you missed and started spinning around the bat again. You swayed as you tried to stabilize yourself, telling them that you were ready for the next can. You’d dragged Tom across the whole party just to play, insisting that you were really good at dizzy bat, and you just had to show him.

“Come on (y/n)! You got this!” he encouraged you from the side lines.

You attempted to steady yourself again before they threw the second can. This time you managed to hit it, crushing it and sending it bouncing a few feet away. You squealed happily and the small crowd cheered for you, one of the boys clapped you on the back and told you it was a good hit. The small bit of force would have sent you tumbling to the ground if it weren’t for Tom.

“Woah, you alright?” he asked.

You nodded and giggled, “Yes, I’m okay, so okay.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” he laughed, “Hey why don’t you come sit down for a sec while I get you some water?”

You nodded again, “Yeah, yeah, I wanna sit. Everything is still spinning.”

“I’m sure,” he smiled and walked you to a few plastic chairs nearby, “Here, you wait here, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, Tom,” you grabbed his arm with a big smile, “Wasn’t I so good?”

He chuckled again, “Yeah, you were amazing Flower, stay right here okay?”

“Don’t call me Flower,” you mumbled while he walked away.

He smiled to himself as he padded into the house. Tom had volunteered to DD for you so that you could get plastered to celebrate finishing all your finals. The initial idea was that he and Harrison would take you and Grace out, but Harrison and Grace had a family birthday to go to. You still wanted to go out though, and Tom would never pass up a party, so now it was just the two of you. Tom was honestly a bit relieved because you were much easier to look after when you were drunk, Grace had a tendency to get into fights.

Tom peaked out one of the windows at you while he filled up a large class of water. He wasn’t really worried, you were just at Leo’s and he knew pretty much everyone there, but he still didn’t want to leave you alone for long. You were just scrolling through your phone, paying no mind to the  world around you. Tom nodded in approval and decided to grab you a snack as well. He dug through a pile of snack sized chip bags until he found something you would like and ran back outside with them and the water.

In the few moments it had taken him to find the chips you’d managed to disappear. Tom made a quick lap outside, assuming you’d jumped into another round of dizzy bat or something, but you were nowhere to be found. He was starting to get worried as he paced inside, luckily he spotted Leo right away.

“Leo, hey,” he clapped his hand over his shoulder, “Have you seen (y/n) anywhere?”

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Yours (Tom Holland)

Tom Holland x Fem!Reader Words: 2436 Warnings: Smut, lightdom!tom, oral sex, anal sex All mistakes are mine.

Tom was mad and honestly he had the right to be, he knew that Sebastian was your celebrity crush, and he was glad that you finally met him, but he was annoyed at the fact that you were his accompanist but you seemed to forget that.

You didn’t do it on purpose though, you were just enjoying and fangirling over Sebastian, you loved him and his work and couldn’t help it but Tom still felt betrayed.

“Honestly when Bucky appeared in The winter soldier movie I screamed,you were so good that I can’t explain what actually my reaction was, because damn Fury was hurt but dAMN Bucky was back” You breathed out and looked at Seb laughing adorably at you, and you felt like if it was because you were in love with Tom you would absolutely kiss him right there. “Honestly Doll, that was my reaction too at seeing the script, I can say that I’m proud of my work” “You better be! You are fantastic and… Doll?’’

Okay now you were sure you could pass out at any moment you try to don’t pass out but Sebastian-fucking-Stan just called you Doll and that sounded so sexy that you think that should be illegal.

 ’‘You mind if I call you that?, I mean it just kinda slip out” 'No, no I don’t mind at all it’s just that you called me Doll and fuck I’m trying to no pass out’’. 

You laughed with him at your stupidity and then you turned around and saw Tom, he looked hurt, his eyes were red and you could say that he was trying to no break out in the middle of the hall. Then all of what you did all night make you feel bad.

Saying a quick “ I’ll be right back” to Seb you almost sprint to Tom your eyes saying sorry in every way that they could. “Baby I’m sorry, I was just so focused on him, shit. I didn’t know it could lead with him calling me pet names and all”. Tom looked at you and your heart started to beat at fast peace.

“Just shut up, don’t want to hear you right now, I’m going home, you, you do whatever you want I don’t care anymore”. You watched him leave and you immediately follow him. “Tom wait! Fuck Tom, I said I was sorry”. 

“So now you are sorry mm? When I talked to Zendaya who is my friend and not my crush and adores you by the way, last week you made a fucking big deal and didn’t accept my apologizes and didn’t talk to me for like a week, and now, you not just ignore me but flirt with another man that is your crush and you adore him in front of me and just say I’m sorry? Oh baby that’s no how it fucking works, get in the car”.

 He opened the door and you get in speechless… did he just swear like that?. You watched him as he enters to the car and started to drive you two home. He was mad, you could say and it was kinda sexy, he was always sweet and nothing to you and the fact that he swear to you and got so demanding made you horny.

When finally he stopped the car he looked at you, you waited impatiently needing to know what it’s going to happen now. “Go to the bedroom now. No words.” He gets out the car and opens your door making you jump. “Do what I said baby, and do it fucking right now.”

 You hurried to do what he wanted, because you would be lying if you said that you aren’t excited about it. Tom watched how you practically run to the room, his smile spreading and his cock starting to switch in his pants, he wanted you to remember that you were HIS, not Sebastian or whoever but his. He entered the house, after saying hello to Tessa, he made his way to the bedroom, he knows that you were nervous waiting for him and that just made this even better.

So when he opens the door and see you sitting in the bed, looking at him with innocents eyes, he just wanted to destroy you and he will do it, soon.

“Wow, you listen… So since, you being a slut all night I will treat you like one. So now, strip.’' 

You looked at him as he was crazy… A slut? Who the fuck he thinks that he is?.

 ’'I’m not going to strip for you like if I was a slut that you just buy, Tom, so if this was all you plan you better be thinking about another one because this won’t work”.

 You know your worth and you will never, ever going to let anybody treat like that, “Mmm you are brave now? Okay, you want to be treated like a princess, baby?”

 He walked to you, his hands touching you so delicate making you shiver. “So my baby wants to be treat like a princess? That goes good to me too… Show me what you got baby, show your man what he’s got, show me how lucky I am”. You liked that words much more and decided give him the pleasure, taking a few steps back you began to let your dress fall out of your body, you could feel Tom’s eyes focus in your body, that made smile, you loved when he looked at you like that, made you feel wanted. “Damn princess you are really breathtaking, I can wait till I’m buried inside you”. 

Your pussy responded at his words and you whimpered at it. “You want it too, baby? Don’t worry I will give it to you soon.” But you didn’t want to have it soon, you wanted it now, and you let him know that. “ Please baby, I want you…” He smiled shaking his head no. “I’m sorry baby but you don’t get what you want till I said so, you made me feel like shit today, you know… And that made me think that maybe I’m not treating like you deserve, so I’m going to do it today.” You sighed as finally you let your body at his sight, biting your lower lip you waited for him. “Fuck, the things I would do to you baby, okay come here”. 

You walked yo him and as soon he can he wraps his arms around you and kissed you hard, you moaned and put your own hands in his now growing curls, your mouths moved ins sync, and when he asks for entry you are not the one to say no, you open your mouth letting his tongue in, his savor was sweet as the Chapman he was drinking earlier you enjoyed the kiss getting lost with his touch and feeling more and more horny.

 And with it Tom breaks the kiss letting you painting and whining “Kiss me moreeeee” He pecked your lips one last time and processed to sat down on the bed. “ You are a baby, I will kiss you, later, but first I want to know what that mouth could do baby.” He grinned as he touched his dick over his pants, he was hard as fuck and you knew that he was ready for you and you didn’t want to make him and you wait for something you know you would enjoy.

Walking to him as sexy as you knew,you dropped yourself onto your knees and began to unblock his belt, Tom just observed as you did it. “I will suck the life of you baby”. When you finally put his pants and boxers down, he let out a sigh of content and his cock went free, pointing his stomach, hard, the tip red with the veins pulsating, indicating that he was as ready as he could be.

 ’'Damn, you really enjoyed my little strip, did you?“ You didn’t wait for his response, you licked his tip making him shiver, content with yourself you let your mouth take more of him, slowly, till he was deep in you mouth, proud with yourself you began to move your head as your mouth sucked him and your tongue played with the vein besides his head. 

’'Fuck meee baby, you gonna make me blow in a second, slow down”.

 You didn’t, you wanted him to come and to surrender and to forget you, and what better way that giving him the best head of his life.

You sucked him harder moving more fast now, in one attend to use your hand too, Tom pulls you off of him. “You think that you are in control of what happen in bed babe? Because,you are incorrect… Lie on the bed, back down, legs open for me now”. You pouted doing what he did, sometimes you wonder if he ever will get you take control on bed, probably never but a girl can dream.

“So damn fucking beautiful, look at you, you are ready for me, I don’t think I need to prepare you…” He touched your pussy feeling how it contracts as he talks, he flicks his thumb on your clit making you moan. “Mmm I love when you moan for me…The best fucking sound ever”. 

He then, buried his face on your pussy, sucking, licking and paying with your clit, moans and the offensive sounds of his mouth on your pussy where the only sound in the room, too soon you began to feel that feeling… “ I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, please Tom, more, don’t stop, don’t stop.” His sucks got more intense and you feel your body tense, starting to tremble as your orgasm takes over you, you feel like floating, Tom’s name was the only sound you could formulate as your body contracted and relaxed and made you wracked, wanting for more.

When you finally could open your eyes, you saw Tom’s smile and you smiled back and then you felt him entering home, you moaned and you bring your arms up wrapping around him as he started to go more and more fast. “You feel so damn good baby, so tight, so hot, so wet… fuck so perfect for me.”

 His words were cut by your kiss, you kissed him hard as you move your hips with his in sync making his and your body tremble with pleasure. Tom’s hands made its way all over your body, touching, feeling, creating tension… You were ready to go, you feel all over again the feeling in your stomach.

 ’'You gonna come again for me baby mm? Are you going to come for your man?“ ’'Yes Tom! Yes! Please harder fuck me harder!” You sobbed as the feeling continues growing. “Mmm you want me to make you come? Tell me you are mine baby, and I will let you come, tell me that you remember that I’m the only want that make you feel this way.” His voice was demanding and you wanted to come so bad… “I’m yours Tom, I’m yours please let me come please please please”. 

“M-m-m, you are not saying that I'am the only one who makes you feel this way baby” His hips began to so slow down and you almost cried because of it, 

“Fuck no, you are the only one who makes me feel like this Tom, you are the only want that makes me cum so hard that I don’t remember my name, please please, move, make your girl come again please’' 

Accepting your words his hips started to move once again making your body shake again, this time he didn’t stop, he moved a fast pace, his stamina notable and fuck you were amazed and thankfully for it. ’'Come for me Princess, your pussy is ready for it, I can feel you clenching around me baby, come on.” That words made you go, yo come again this time around his cock making him lost pace and shiver and almost come in there.

 ’'Fuck, that’s amazing, I love seeing you come around my dick. Are you ready for another one baby?“ Tom leaves your pussy and looks at you, you looked ravish, exhausted, well fucked but still you did want more, and fuck he will absolutely going to give it to you. ’'Turn around princess. Ass up for me.” You knew what that mean and fuck if you weren’t excited for it.

Anal sex, was something that Tom adores, he is an ass guy, so he obviously enjoys it, a lot. You moved on its position, then shake your ass, earning a groan and a slap that made you giggle. “I love that ass, I’m going to destroy it”. He opens your the night table and take a bottle of lubricate, he then returns to you and applies a little in your tight bottom making you shiver because of the cold. “Shh baby I know it’s cold but you know that you need it to go, relax for my alright? ”. You nodded trying to relax, Tom grabbed his cock and pressed it gently at the entrance of your ass, with the help of the lubricant and your own fluid little by little his cock entered. Tom groaned as he felt how tight your ass was around him.

“ Fuck baby, I missed being here ”. He started to move his hips slowly, not wanting to hurt you, soon you were a moaning mess under him.

Being sensitive because of your previous orgasms, you started to feel another approaching quickly. “ Fuck Tommy I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come ”.

Tom then began to thrust faster, bringing a hand to your clitoris, touching him slowly, leading you directly to an explosive orgasm.

“ Fuck, baby, like that, I’m going to fill this ass with my cum. ” He thrust three times more and did what he said, all his come filling your ass. He slowly left your ass making you moan in pain.

“ I’m sorry baby, let me put the tub to clean you up? Then I let you sleep. ” He didn’t wait for your answer, he made his way to your shared bathroom and began to fill the bathtub, once it was full, he went to the bed and gently picked you up.

With you in your arms, he entered on the bathtub, sitting carefully. “ Are you okay? ”

You nodded, now more relaxed. “ I’m sorry for today. You know that I’m only yours ”.

He smiled kissing your head and letting himself start to relax too with you in his arms.