Would You Write A Part Two To Laundry Day That Ends With Y/n Sucking And Choking On Tom's Cock, As Was

Would you write a part two to Laundry Day that ends with y/n sucking and choking on Tom's cock, as was mentioned in the first part? :D

laundry day pt.2

a/n: i had to do a lot of research to understand how i would describe a blowjob, so... hope i did a decent job,,, anyways this is like my third or fourth smut (woot woot), enjoy x

warnings: SMUT, oral (fem & m receiving), fluff in the beginning

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pt.1 | pt.2

As planned, you and Tom met at the adorable, little café which had a gorgeous view of the garden. Not only that, the café itself was breathtaking. It was everything and more than you could’ve imagined.

“It’s stunning,” you said, wide eyes scanning the building with awe.

“I knew you’d love it,” he smiled at your reaction, “and I see you took my advice with the outfit.”

Your cheeks flushed red, “Yeah, it’s not a bad look, just a little too revealing.”

“I see you’ve added more fabric to your body,” he observed your black pantyhose and nude bomber jacket. “I liked the fit from before more, but I can still see a desirable amount of skin,” his eyes moved down your body back up to your eyes, “leaves enough to imagination,” he winked.

“Shut up,” you were surely a flaming red now, “let’s order so we can get to garden faster.”

“Of course, darling,” Tom picked up the menu, pretending to look for a drink. He had already had his drink of choice in mind, he checked the menu last night. He took the time to admire you without your knowing.

Tom let you order anything you’d wanted, but feeling guilty, you only ordered a cup of coffee and a plate of macarons to share with him.

You were able to visit the garden after a short 45 minutes at the café. The array of colorful flowers made you feel content. The garden held beautiful sights and you had taken many photographs of the place, even though you could visit anytime you wished. 

At some time, you had wrapped your arm around Tom’s big, muscular one unintentionally. At first, he was shocked, but later on embraced it. He didn’t want to bother you and break your trance of the scenery. 

When you reached the end of the garden, you looked up at Tom, who was already looking at you. His eyes were filled with affection and an inviting warmth. 

Neither of you knew how your faces had gotten so close, but you pulled away, saying, “Thank you so much for bringing me here, Tommy,” he blinked at the nickname, “I-I meant Tom. Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out.”

“No, it’s okay. You can call me whatever you want, princess,” he responded, placing a delicate kiss to your head.

“So, where are we headed to next?” You pipped, excited to see what was to unfold.

“Wanna head back to mine?”

“Y-Yours? As in your f-flat?” You almost choked at his offer.

“We don’t have to,” his eyes widened, “we can go somewhere else. Maybe the library? The mall?”

“N-No, let’s go to your place,” you calmed yourself down.

Tom hadn’t planned for anything to happen after the café and garden, but to say he was happy you wanted to stay with him longer would be an understatement.

“Welcome to my flat,” he said pulling up to a luxurious building.

The Victorian architecture flattering to the eye. The balcony above the red door decorated with pots of green plants. The black metal fencing of the balcony set a contrast to the cream walls and pillars. 

You were speechless. This was everything you imagined in a home.

As you stepped in, you could’ve fainted. Not only was the exterior magnificent, but the interior was absolutely stunning. 

Marble floors, light colored furniture, as well as contrasting decor.

“Would you like to keep your jacket on?” Tom voice snapped you out of your trance.

“I can carry it. I wouldn’t want to bother you with it, but thank you,” you smiled, looking up at him.

“Nonsense, love, give me that,” he snatched your jacket from your hands and placed it on the rack. “C’mon, as much as I enjoy watching you practically drool over my home and capture flies in your mouth, I know other ways to use your mouth,” he winked, placing a finger under your chin.

“Fuck off, you div,” he chuckled.

“Oo, she bites back.”

He led you up the grand staircase, bringing you to his room. He watched as you explored his room, feeling a sense of pride in him. 

You looked at the photographs of him with his family and friends, but noticed one that fell to the ground. You bent over picking it up when you felt a warmth press against you. 

“T-Tom?”

“Why do you bend over like that? Just to tease me? Are you trying to make me fuck you?” His voice was raspy and filled with lust. He turned you around to face him, “Do you want this as much as I do?”

“I-I,” you couldn’t believe this was happening. You never realized Tom felt the way he felt, but nonetheless, you lusted for him as well, “Yes, please, Tommy.”

“Get on your knees. Let’s see what that pretty mouth of yours can do,” he pulled off his belt, sliding of his dark jeans, revealing the boxer-clad tent in his pants. “Take ‘em off.”

Teasingly, you slowly pulled his boxers off, letting the elastic graze over his hard cock. 

“Uh- darling, stop teasing. I won’t last,” he groaned.

You giggled and proceeded to remove the cloth. You finally reached his feet and took his cock into your hands. Starting at the very tip, you gently rubbed it with the pad of your thumb, then moving your hand up and down his shaft. Once you saw pre-cum leaking out, you took him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his tip, sucking up the pre-cum.

“Fuck, love, your mouth feels so good,” Tom grabbed a handful of your hair, guiding you down his red, pulsing flesh.

You took him as far as your mouth would let you, but with the remaining space, you used one hand to stroke, while your other hand massaged his balls. You blinked innocently before looking up at Tom, who was writhing with pleasure.

“Stop,” he pulled you off of him.

“D-Did I do something wrong?” You looked at him concerned.

“No, darling, you did amazing. I don’t want to cum just yet, though, we have a whole night ahead of us.”

He pulled off your white camisole, revealing your perky tits.

“Naughty girl, you weren’t wearing a bra?” He arched a brow at you.

Before you could respond, his lips were wrapped around your pink bud and the other was massaged by his hand.

“Mmf- Tom,” you whined.

He pulled away with a pop, “Doesn’t feel good when you get teased, hm?”

You were about to roll your eyes when you felt him lightly toss you on the bed.

“Let’s get this thing off,” he tugged at the hem of your skirt.

You pulled it off in one swift movement, overly excited. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, climbing in between your legs.

“Look at you, you’re practically dripping for me,” he pressed a finger against your panty-clad pussy.

“Tommy, please,” you moaned, thrusting your hips.

He pressed an arm on your lower abdomen, holding you down in place. Using his other hand, he gripped onto your black lace panties, ripping them off your body.

“Hey! My panties,” you frowned.

“I’ll buy you another,” he dismissed.

His head dipped further between your legs, finally reaching your swollen bud. He licked it gently, looking up at you to see your reaction. You gasped at the sensation, whining for more. He continued, giving your clit kitty licks, making you thrash under him.

“Stay still,” the vibrations of his words traveled up your body into your core.

He inserted two digits in you, curling and thrusting them as he sucked your bud. 

“T-Tommy, I can’t. I need to cum,” you cried out.

“Then cum,” he said, lips still pressed against you.

That was enough to push you over the edge. You came with a pornographic moan, thrusting with so much strength, Tom’s hold broke. He licked up every last drop of your liquid, not wanting to miss any of your sweetness.

“You taste delicious, love,” Tom put his two fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

You moaned in response. He climbed up, aligning your faces. He took a strand of y/h/c hair and tucked it behind your ear before leaning in for a passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips.

He pulled away, smirking, “We’re not done yet, darling. I still haven’t cum yet, and I plan on making you cum a lot more tonight.”

laundry day

a/n: this took me like 2-3 hours to write - oops - i came up with this idea when i was drawing in my sketchbook, hopefully it’s good because it’s already 4 am lol

pairing: college!flirt!tom holland x nerdy!reader

warnings: foul language, kind of sexual not really, tom being a dick and a flirt, y/n has a shitty day, rip harry is such good friend

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pt.1 | pt.2

After a long day, you headed back to your dorm, taking a bath a soon as you got back. You had planned on going to the library to do some late night studying, or just reading, after your bath. Unfortunately, it was laundry day and you only had a white, cropped camisole and a short skirt, that was too short to be worn anywhere, left in your closet. You groaned having no other choice than to take those. 

The day had been terrible for you. You had been assigned stacks on stacks of papers that were either due by the end of the week or 3 weeks, maximum. Then, when you were rushing to get your lunch, some ass cut in front of you and took at least 30 minutes to order, resulting in you not having any lunch and rushing to your class. After that class, you had 15 minutes to get to your next lecture, so you decided to get yourself a coffee. Thankfully, you were able to order this time with no interruption, but when you were walking to the lecture hall, a curly brunette “accidentally,” and harshly, bumped your shoulder, making you drop the coffee in your hand. You cried out, feeling your anger succumb your every emotion.

“Dude,” you exclaimed.

You were never the kind to fight back, but today had already been so shitty for you that you’d snapped.

The brunette grinned, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“My ass,” you rolled your eyes, clenching your fists at your side, “look, buddy, today has already been a very shitty day for me, so if you wouldn’t mind, at least sound sincere when you apologize for fucking spilling my only source of energy.”

“Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he laughed, not taking a single word you had said seriously.

“You know what? Just fuck off,” you stomped away, remembering that you still had to get to your next lecture.

He snickered behind you as you walked away, clearly finding amusement in your indignation. 

That brings you to where you are now: heading to library in a skimpy outfit with a strap of your book bag clinging onto your right shoulder. By now it was 8 P.M. and you still hadn’t gotten any food to eat. Although your stomach was growling louder than a predatory animal sensing danger, you were determined to get to the only place you could seek peace: the library. 

As you walked in, Harry, one of your close friends was eyeing you weirdly. He had volunteered to work at the library, seeing he could do his homework and study there, as well as get in a few aesthetic pictures.

“What are you wearing?” His eyebrows furrowed, scanning your outfit.

“Don’t judge, it’s laundry day and today fucking sucked,” you groaned loudly, knowing that no one would be at the library at such a late time of day.

Your stomach growled, “You got a lion in your shirt, or shall I say piece of fabric?” 

“I haven’t eaten lunch or dinner at all today,” you slouched, dropping your bag to the floor, “got anything I could eat?”

“Of course, I got to have a snack or twenty if I’m going to be working till 10 P.M,” he handed you two large energy bars, “you’re gonna need it.”

“Thanks, you’re the best,” you pulled a chair over to the circulation desk, where Harry was seated.

“I know,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing you book bag, pulling out Pride and Prejudice, one of your favorites. You opened the book to the page you left off on and began reading. Harry had gone back to studying and taking pictures, mostly of you.

“Harry,” a voice boomed as it entered. 

You had only gotten 45 minutes to read in peace. You mentally and probably physically banged your head with the book.

“Are you ready to go?” The voice continued. 

As you listened closely, you realized you’d heard to voice before. You just couldn’t put your finger on who it was. 

“I still have 1 hour left, Tom,” Harry stated.

You lifted your head in the direction of the familiar stranger. It was curly brunette, the one who had knocked your coffee out of your hand and given zero fucks about it.

“Who’s there, Harry?” you asked, staying hidden in your seat. 

“Just my older brother, Tom. I don’t talk about him much ‘cause he’s a dick,” he said, raising his voice at the end, making sure Tom could hear him.

“Right, I’m the dick,” Tom mumbled to himself before snapping back, “call me another name and I won’t be giving you a ride home tonight. Also, who’s the girl?”

“Y/N, she’s my friend,” he replied, paying no mind to his brother.

Tom brought it upon himself to scope you out. He wandered through the isles of books and looked at all the seats in the library, finally finding you to be sitting with his brother. His eyes scanned your body, admiring the suddenly too tight tank top and short skirt on you.

“Hey, coffee girl,” he winked.

“You know Tom?” Harry glanced at you, confused.

“No, I don’t. I just know that he’s a douche who can suck and choke on his own dick,” you had tensed and your anger from the afternoon had started rising again. 

“I’m sure you’d like to,” his stance not faltering.

“Son of a bitch,” you simply flipped him off, not wanting to put anymore effort into him than necessary. 

He chuckled and brought a chair over to sit himself next to you. The warmth of his body was radiating off of him. 

“Pride and Prejudice, a classic. I’ve never read it, though. Would you say the 2005 film was worthy of its positive reviews?” Tom tried to start a conversation, but you ignored him, scooting your chair away from his.

“C’mon, darling, if you’re still mad about the coffee, I can make it up to you,” this peeked your interest.

“How so?” You asked, placing your chin in the palm of your hand.

“You and me, tomorrow at 12 P.M, that french café near the garden. See you then?” He offered, arching his brow.

You sat silently, thinking about it, “Fine, but don’t think that this is a date.”

He grabbed a pen and post it, writing his contact information on it, “Whatever you want, princess.” 

You snatched the paper out of his hand and began packing your bags. Forgetting that you were wearing practically a strip of fabric around your waist, you bent over and grabbed your bag, giving Tom a great view of your ass and the black, lace panties you wore.

Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N, your skirt.”

Your eyes widened in realization, “Oh shit, sorry.”

You stood up straight, pulling the skirt down as far as possible and started to head out before a voice stopped you.

“Also, feel free to wear that tomorrow,” Tom winked one last time before letting you walk away.

Your face was burning red and you couldn’t help but let your giggle slip through your lips. You were sure gonna wear this tomorrow.

how about the holland brothers being very protective of the reader (she’s their sister) even though she’s 18, but they don’t like her boyfriend or something

Protective

a/n: i’m sorry if you requested this a while ago. i hope this is good. this is my first time writing tom holland sister fics…

warnings: angst, fluff, couple of curse words

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Y/N started dating a boy named Brad, he was known for his looks and ways with girls. She had developed a huge crush on him and he took the opportunity to gain more popularity, being that she was related to Tom Holland. 

“Y/N! He’s using you. Can’t you see? It’s so obvious!” Sam groans.

“Don’t be so mean to her, Sam. She really likes him,” Harry glares at Sam. “Look Y/N/N, we are just trying to protect you. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but he is using you for the fame,” Harry says gently.

“Why can’t you guys be happy for me! He likes me and I like him! Not everything is about Tom and how he’s “oh, so famous.” Brad cares for me, goddamnit!” She shouted, frustrated.

“Y/N,” Tom’s voice appeared, “as bad as it sounds, they’re right. It’s Brad’s reputation that he cares about. I’m sorry.”

“No! I’m- He couldn’t! He said he cared! That he loved me!” Y/N’s tears roll down her face.

They sat together on the couch comforting her for the rest of the day, convincing her to break up with Brad. When she did, she realized her brothers had been telling her the truth and she had felt terrible for yelling at them. They, of course, forgave her and she was glad she had brothers as great as them.

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hi!! i hope you’re doing well, too! thank you so much ♡ stay safe at home xx 

late night cuddles

a/n: i just reached 400 followers! thank you so much! here’s a little gift for you guys. hope you enjoy and sleep tight

warnings: pure fluff, the smallest pinch of angst

pairing: roommate!bestfriend!tom x reader

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Tom heard your muffled shrieks and cries through the thin walls of your shared flat. He rushed out of his bed, quickly walking to your room. Slightly creaking the door open, he saw you fumbling around on the bed, still yelping. Tom allowed himself in, closing the door behind. When he approached your bed, he acknowledged the tears rolling down your rosy cheeks, making his heart ache.

“Y/N, darling,” Tom shook your shaking body, attempting to wake you, “wake up, it’s okay, I’m here.”

Your eyes fluttered open and you let out a loud exhale, “Tommy?”

“It’s okay, love, I’m here. You’re safe,” his hand moved up to stroke your soft, yet tangled, hair.

You hummed in response, snuggling yourself into him. Tom placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, comforting you through your panic. You started to lull to sleep once again and you felt his movements falter. To your delight, he continued and started to quietly sing,

“I used to wanna be living like there’s only me,

but now I spend my time thinking ‘bout a way to get you off my mind.

I used to be so tough,

never really gave enough,

and then you caught my eye,

giving me a feeling of a lightning strike.”

Tom was too shy to sing in your presence, but you adored his voice. You surely were going to fall asleep in his arms, but you felt him shift underneath you, tucking you neatly in your heap of blankets. It replaced his warmth and you were already craving Tom’s scent and body heat. Desperately, you weakly called out, “Stay, please.”

“Alright, love,” Tom slid under the sheets, joining you once again.

Your head was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arm around you, tangling your legs around one another. You could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, bringing you into a deep slumber. 

Tom felt your movements minimize, realizing you had fallen asleep. 

“Love you,” he said, following you in your slumber.

what do you want to eat

a/n: if you sent in a request and i haven’t written it yet, i’m so sorry, i’ll try to get it done... this writers block is ruining my vibe,,, also, thanks so much for 500 followers i love you all so much, thank you for the support ( ˘ ³˘)♥

warnings: slight sexual implications, fluff, tom is a tired bastard

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Although you and Tom were only friends, the two of you lived together and occasionally slept together. They had denied their feelings for one another, afraid of ruining their friendship. Everyone knew that they had feelings for each other, but no matter what they said, neither you or Tom believed them. 

With the quarantine, you and Tom were able to spend more time together than ever. You guys got even closer, if even possible. You guys had even thought of making a move on the other one, but shoved the idea away. It would be awkward living with someone who rejected you. 

The day had started normally, with you prepping lunch.

“Yo, Tommy! What do you wanna eat for lunch?” You asked, yelling at the curly brunette. 

“You,” he simply said, yawning.

He was still fazed by sleep, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. His grey sweatpants were loosely dangling on his hips, revealing the band of his Calvin Klein trousers. 

“W-What?” Blood rushed into your cheeks and you felt a heat rush through your body.

“Hm?” Tom asked innocently.

“You just said- um- what?” Your voice raised to a squeak, feeling flustered.

He thought back to what he said and realized what your question was, “Oh my god, that’s not what I meant! I heard you incorrectly, I thought you were asking who was making lunch. I was just so tired and I wasn’t fully awake. I’m so sorry, darling.”

“No, it’s okay. I get it you were tired, but seriously, what do you want from lunch,” you deadpanned.

A slight grin returned to his lips, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you were my lun-,” your hand reached up and smacked his arm, “hey!” He laughed.

“Shut up, you div,” you were sure your face was red now.

He chuckled, “Alright, just surprise me,” he winked.

“Div,” you shouted as he walked away, swaying his hips from side to side.

“Your div,” he corrected.

You giggled, not denying it. 

The two of you were whipped. That was for sure.