Admitting Pt.3

admitting pt.3

a/n: updated broooo... this is for @hollandxreed because she asked for it a while ago... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: light mention of sex barely there, fluff, movie night with the bros

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It was late when you, Harry, and Tom arrived back at the Holland home. The moon was smiling down at the world with the stars shining beside it. The air became cooler, and the wind grew stronger. 

You walked into the warmth of the house wearing an orange hoodie. The item was too big for your body, covering your finger tips and riding down to your mid-thigh. It belonged to Tom. You were cold, and he’d offered it to you, seeing that you were still cold even after wearing a faux fur jacket. The hoodie smelled just like him, engulfing you in his scent and warmth.

“Movie night?” Harry suggested while the group of you settled back in the home.

“Sure. I’m gonna take a bath first, though,” you replied, already half way up the stairs.

“Same, and you should, too,” Tom trailed after you.

You heard Harry mutter “I will” as you entered your room, grabbing a new pair of panties and an oversized shirt. You considered wearing Tom’s hoodie but decided rather return it than keep it.

You scurried to Tom’s room, holding the orange sweater in your arms. You knocked on his door, waiting for a response.

“Tom?”

The door cracked open, and you saw the familiar chocolate brown eyes peaking out at you before his voice, “What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d return this to you. Thanks for letting me wear it,” you handed him the hoodie.

“No problem,” he smiled, grabbing it.

The two of you remained in your position, staring into each other’s eyes. You were sucked into the depths of his eyes, pooled with love and lust. He, on the other hand, was fantasizing about you, imagining the things he could do with you.

Harry’s footsteps emerged from the stairs and shook you from your stare, “I should get going. We need to shower. See you later,” and off you went.

“See ya,” he whispered to your back.

Your cheeks were flaming red as you rushed to the shower. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach and a something running down your spine. Your head snapped back to look but no one was behind you. You shook your head and hopped into the moist cubicle. You held yourself in your arms, thinking back to what just happened. Was Tom lusting over you? You shivered at the thought and told yourself that you were going insane. You scrubbed away your “delusional” thoughts and drowned yourself in the warmth.

-

Tom stood in his shower, thinking about your eyes drilling his. He couldn’t help but think of him pounding into you with your eyes locked with his. He groaned in lust and frustration. His member had grown hard from his thoughts. A hand reached up the his hair, combing through it with guilt. He couldn’t help himself, though. Leaning against the wall, his hand moved down to his length.

-

You stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body. With a blowdryer in your hand, you blew your hair dry, combing it occasionally. Once you finished drying it, you changed into your clean clothes. Strands of hair fell in front of your face and no matter what, they couldn’t stay back. You sighed and pulled your hair into a messy bun. 

You walked out of the bathroom, then your room to the stairs. Harry was already sitting on the couch, snacks piled on the table ahead of him. The controller was in his hand as he looked for a movie to watch. Tom appeared from the kitchen, holding a big bowl of popcorn. You hurried down the stairs, sitting beside Harry.

“What movie do you wanna watch? Can’t find one,” Harry asked you.

“How about Harry Potter?”

You felt the cushion beside you dip, realizing Tom sat beside you. You turned and smiled at him while he smiled back. The tingling sensation in your stomach flared once again.

Harry awkwardly coughed behind you, “Which one?”

You ripped away from your shared gaze and replied, “Um, maybe Goblet of Fire?”

“Sure,” he replied and selected the movie. 

All your attention shifted to the screen, snatching the bowl of popcorn into your arms. You watched the snake slither through the grass into the skeleton, revealing the large logo: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. You grabbed a small amount of popcorn, stuffing your face with it. Your legs were crossed under the bowl, the gap in between your legs holding it straight.

Harry and Tom began to snack away, as well. Harry opened a bag of pretzels while Tom got a bottle of beer. The room was filled with sounds of chewing, crunching, and swallowing.

It had been about an hour into the movie, and your favorite scene began to play. 

Hermione shyly peeked her head out from behind the wall, looking down at the small clusters of people. She stepped out from her hiding, revealing her entire look. Her hair was sleek and twisted into an elegant knot. She wore a multi-toned pink dress that was nicely secured to her torso with sleeves made of a flowing material, same as her skirt. A plum colored belt wrapped around her waist, tying into a small bow in the front.

Squealing, you whispered, “She looks gorgeous!”

You watched as she descended down the stairs, slowly making her way to the bottom. Viktor Krum approached her, wearing his red dress robes. He politely bowed before giving her his arm. She gently placed her arm onto his, gaining a satisfactory nod from Krum that she didn’t notice, causing you to giggle.

Unbeknownst to you, Tom was staring at you the entire time. He admired you as you sat with your hair pulled up messily and oversized t-shirt hiding the place he desperately wanted to see. When he heard you murmur “She looks gorgeous,” he quietly said, “You look gorgeous, too,” but it was too quiet for anyone else to hear.

It was 2 A.M., yet the movie was still yet to finish. After all you had done that day, you were completely drained and in need of a relaxing sleep. You forced yourself from falling asleep, shoving more loads of popcorn into your mouth. Sadly, it didn’t work, and your eyes began to flutter shut. With all the energy remaining in you, you tried to pry your eyes open. You only saw darkness, and your head went limp, leaning against one of the boys beside you.

Harry looked at Tom who had suddenly gone stiff. The twin noticed your unconscious figure leaning against his older brother.

“We should get to bed,” Harry whispered, turning off the the television.

“Yeah, I’ll take her to her room,” Tom replied, moving his arms to carry you bridal style.

“Alright, goodnight, then,” Harry waved, yawning before he entered his room.

Tom brought you to your room, gently placing you on the bed. He hadn’t realized that your shirt rode up higher than before, revealing your Calvin Klein panties. He was brought back to his fantasies, but quickly recovered when you shifted in the bed. He draped the blanket over your body, bidding you a good night before you instinctively wrapped yourself around his arm. He tried to gently pry you off without waking you but there was no use. Your grip was shockingly strong for someone who was unconscious. 

He gave in and snuggled into bed beside you. You let go of his arm, cuddling into his warmth. He looked at you and smiled. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you. Your movements came to a halt and all went silent. 

Tom fell asleep, arm still wrapped around you. You had moved your arm to hug his muscular torso. The two of your legs were tangled together. 

It was the most peaceful sleep either of you had had in a long time.

! next part coming soon !

pillow talk

a/n: i saw a couple of prompts and i thought “well that’s cute” and just yeeted them into the fic... enjoy xx

warnings: fluffy, late night convos with tommy, not explicitly sexual but there are sexual terms and insinuations

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You and Tom laid in bed holding one another, appreciating each other’s presence. A beam of light from the moon leaked through your curtains, shining over the two of you. Everything around you was still, no sounds erupting out of thin air. 

Tom shifted beside you, turning his head to get a better view of you. Neither one of you could sleep, though none of you knew why. Your arm and leg was draped over his body while your head rested on his arm. 

“You’re really comfortable,” you said, breaking the silence, “and you smell good.”

He chuckled, “Thank you, darling, but I think you smell divine.” His arm moved under you to stroke your hair, “How is your hair so soft? Are you using like a bajillion pumps of conditioner every day?”

“I just have naturally soft hair, thank you very much,” you sassed jokingly.

“Of course you do,” he sighed, “Can’t sleep?” 

“Yup, I don’t know why, though.”

“Neither can I. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you,” he confessed.

“Thanks for making me seem like a bad girlfriend,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes, “You’re not a bad girlfriend, love. You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world,” he saw a satisfied smile light up your face, “Happy now?”

You nodded enthusiastically, pulling him closer to you. The warmth of his body radiated off him. You shuddered when a soft breeze hit your back and pressed further onto Tom.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He chuckled, feeling blood rush into his lower regions.

“You’re so warm,” you put your cheek against his warm chest.

As you laid with your body pressed against his, you felt something hard touching your lower core. 

You gasped, “Tommy!”

He mimicked you, “Y/N!”

“Your just like a teenager going through puberty,” you giggled.

“It’s not my fault,” he defended, “You’re the one pushing against me, and I can’t control myself around you.”

“Well I’m not helping you with your little issue, so you may escort yourself to the bathroom or suffer,” you said simply, still clutching onto his warmth.

“Little? I’ll have you know I’m a good 8 inches,” he stated.

“Ew, go away,” you whined, “I don’t want to hear about your dick. Just do what you gotta do or don’t.”

“I guess I’ll just stay here and rub my “little” issue against you,” he shrugged.

Giggling, you pushed him away, “Stop. Go get rid of it.”

He groaned, “Why won’t you help me now? You’re always eager to hop on it.”

“Go,” you blushed.

He joined you back in the bed after about 10 minutes, looking sweaty and flustered.

“Enjoy yourself in there?” You teased.

“I sure did, darling. Felt so good letting my load out,” he sighed, “You should’ve seen the amount, you would’ve jumped to swallow it.”

You smacked his arm, blushing furiously.

“I’m starting to feel tired. Maybe I just needed to get off. Luckily I have my lovely girlfriend to give me quality advice,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m not tired, though,” you complained.

“Trying getting off, it really works.”

“No, Tommy, I want you to sing,” you whined.

“But I don’t like to sing,” he argued.

“I’ll suck you off tomorrow,” you bargained.

“Fuck. Fine, but I won’t sing for long. Enjoy while you can,” he obliged.

Mumbling a small ‘yay,’ you neatly tucked yourself under the covers and snuggled into Tom. He began softly singing Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. Not long after, the two of you fell asleep, limbs tangled together.

cruel envy v.2

request: Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

a/n: because the first version of this flopped, i decided to change the point of view so it’s ‘you’ instead of her... hopefully that’s the change that’ll make this successful because i worked on this for like an afternoon or something :(

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst, jealous tommy, lots of swearing, floof ending

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’her’)

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9. “You’re in love with her.”

45. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

Tom started to feel possessive of you, and when he heard about your date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw you as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of you to be fucking.

“I don’t understand it, Haz. Why do I feel this way? She should be able to date others and I shouldn’t be fazed by it,” Tom winced at the idea of you holding and laughing with someone other than himself.

“Honestly, mate, it’s quite obvious. You’re just too much of a div to see it,” Haz replied with a roll of his eyes.

“What’s so obvious?”

“It’s something you swore against when you guys decided to be fuck buddies,” the blonde sighed, remembering when Tom had told him about it. He would’ve never approved of such if he knew beforehand, knowing it could destroy their friendship.

“Something we swore against? C’mon, mate, I’m already as stressed as it is. Just tell me what it is,” Tom was tugging his curls in frustration.

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

“In love with her?” The boy spluttered, “T-That’s not possible. We swore not to, so how could I have? I made that rule.”

“Well, it’s a matter of accepting the truth or not. It’s obvious that you have feelings for the girl. Almost everyone can tell. You’re just too oblivious to tell your own feelings. Bloody hell, Y/N has liked you forever. Imagine how heartbroken she was when you told her about the rule, and now here you are, falling for her,” Haz slapped his forehead.

You stood ahead of him, held slightly tilted as the brunette stood in your doorway. He hadn’t said a word to you yet, but he replayed the interaction with Harrison in his head.

“What’s up, Tom?” You asked, concerned for your frozen friend.

“Can I come in?” He finally spoke, avoiding your gaze.

“Sure,” you stood to the side, allowing him to step in. You closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” your eyes surveyed his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just shocked. That’s all.”

“Well then, make yourself at home. I’ve got to get ready for my date,” you softly smiled, a blush rising on your cheeks.

Tom’s breath hitched, mumbling under his breath, “A date?”

Somehow, you had heard him, and replied, “Yeah, in about 2 hours. I’m super excited! This is our second date. He’s a really good guy, you’ll love him.”

He didn’t reply. His fists were clenched and ears were turning a bright red. His core clenched with jealousy.

“Do I mean nothing to you? Just a stupid fuck? Someone to get off with?” He finally burst. All the bottled up anger he had felt ever since your first date with the mystery man erupted within him.

“What? Where’s all of this coming from? You’re my best friend, not some quick fuck!” You were shocked at Tom’s outburst.

“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Here you are, getting ready to fuck with some other guy and leaving me behind!”

“I’m not going to fuck him! I’m going to dinner, Thomas, not to the club. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to be fuck buddies! You’re the one who made all the rules! There were no rules that restricted us from going out on dates and creating new relationships,” your face turning red as you screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving you to continue, “Since when did you ever care about my dating life? I’ve always let you fuck around with these, these sluts you find at clubs,” you said the word repulsively. You never liked to demean any other females, but you were furious. He never cared and neither did you, so why start now? Then, something hit you, “You’re jealous.”

His eyes widened, “I’m not jealous at all.”

“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” You, although burning with anger, moved closer to the boy. “You have no right to be, and you sure as hell know it. We’re only friends. You said it yourself,” you pointed a stern finger at him.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed your hand out of his face.

“Do I know it? I liked you years before this agreement! Do you know how much it hurt when you set that rule? I only took this opportunity because I knew that it would be the closest I would get from having an actual relationship with you! Now, when I’m trying to move on, you just have to get in the way and ruin it,” tears were streaming down your face.

“Darling, I-,” he was cut off by your fists pounding his chest.

“You’re a fucking div! I hate that I love you,” pain and sorrow coated your words.

“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed your wrists, “I fell in love with you, and I know we swore against it, but I couldn’t help myself. I just did.”

“You’re an asshole,” your voice cracked, “I only have an hour to get ready, and I look like shit.”

“You’re still going on your date?”

“Yes, I am,” you ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” you flicked your hair over your shoulder, walking to your room to make yourself look presentable.

Tom stayed put in his spot, thinking over everything you just said to him. You still loved him, but you were going on a date with someone else. Maybe he could tell the date that you still loved him and you’ll come running back to him. He couldn’t do that. You’d hate him more.

The door bell rang and he heard you yell, “Coming,” before rushing to the door.

He admired the way the scarlet dress fit your figure perfectly. It cinched at the waist and clung to your hips. The deep neckline displayed a bit of cleavage, but there was still enough coverage left for imagination. Your black heels gave you an inch or two of height. In one of your neatly manicured hands, you held a white leather clutch.

When the door opened, it revealed a similar blonde with blue eyes.

“Harrison?” Tom felt his anger growing once again, “You’re the guy Y/N is going out with?”

“Hey, mate,” Haz chuckled, “we’re not going out. She just wanted to make you jealous.”

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands.

“Then what was that argument for?” Tom’s voice was softer.

“She wanted to see how you’d react,” Harrison shrugged.

“I kind of got carried away,” you grinned.

“Kind of isn’t the word I would use,” the brunette stated, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, loser. Want to go on this date or not?”

“What date?” Tom looked between you and Harrison, having no clue of what was happening.

“The date I was supposedly going on. You didn’t think I got ready for no reason did you?”

“Y-You want to go with me?” Tom asked, flustered.

“Yes, you div. She does. Now hurry up. You’re going to be late for the reservation,” Haz tapped his wristwatch.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” you giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.

found these cute so send requests for them if you want !

an incomplete list of draco and hermione being idiots in love™ 

draco absentmindedly twirling hermione’s hair through his fingers while she leans her head on his shoulder

hermione unconsciously putting her feet on draco’s lap when he sits on the same couch as her

scorpius asking draco when he fell in love with mum and draco just replying with “she punched me in the face” (and is rewarded with a slap on the knee by hermione)

both of them having trouble sleeping in an empty bed while the other is away

hermione forcing draco (with threats) into mrs. weasley’s christmas sweater that she had made just for him 

draco not knowing how to react to a devastated hermione when crookshanks ends up passing from old age. however a month later she has a kitten thats plopped in her lap as draco walks by while she’s reading in her favorite chair

they are the epitome of embarrassing parents™ with scorpius 

“so you have a crush on me then granger” “draco we’ve been married for five years”

draco carrying hermione’s wand in his cloak pocket while she’s in a meeting 

blaise threatening to hex both of them at lunch if they don’t stop “giving each other those bloody snogging eyes” and “just let me finish my goddamn tea before you two idiots climb each other”

having ‘silent parent arguments’ across the table over if scorpius can have one more scoop of ice cream before bed

“call my husband a ferret again and see what happens” (ron visibly gulps and harry immediately quiets down)

reading/doing paperwork together in bed

hermione giving draco driving lessons (they make blaise come too, he sits in the back and glares at them)

hermione laughing in the doorway while watching a frustrated draco give baby scorpius a bath (who squeals while splashing draco in the face)

both leaving their jobs midday to have lunch together

while hermione is browsing in one of the shops in diagon alley, draco will sometimes wander off by himself and then come back with a gift for her (usually a book or a piece of jewelry)

draco lays his head in hermione’s lap while they tell each other about their worst memories and fears during the second war (these talks are extremely private)

during conferences

a/n: this is just a short blurb but it’s smut so... i also didn’t know how to end it... enjoy xx

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving)

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The voices of multiple men spilled into the conference room. Tom adjusted himself in his seat, giving you more access to his lap. You saw many pairs of legs appear under the table and you made sure to avoid bumping into any of them.

Your head faced Tom’s lap, rubbing his lap with a hand. His bulge grew and you pulled out his manhood. You took it in your hands, stroking it up and down before taking it in your mouth. You heard him start talking and used one of your hands to rub his testicles. His voice faltered a bit, but he picked up his voice again. You pulled him slightly out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip. You felt his pre-cum drip onto your tongue and you giggled, sending vibrations down his cock. He reached down and gently pushed your head to take his entire length. You gagged but continued. Your hands stayed on his balls, massaging them. You moved faster, keeping your tongue in movement to give him more pleasure. He felt a tightness in his stomach, then his testicles. He shot his load into your mouth, leaving you with a mouthful of his cum. You could barely keep it all in your mouth, but you were still able to swallow it and wipe the dripping white liquid back into your mouth.

The sound of chairs being scraped against the floor filled your ears, and you looked around, seeing many of the men’s legs disappear. When there were no more pairs of legs left, Tom pushed his chair back, eyes filled with lust. He pulled you out from under the table and onto his lap.

“I have another meeting. It’s going to be in 5 minutes,” you felt his cock hardening against your thigh.

“Why are you so horny all of the time?” You giggled, turning to kiss his cheek.

“Well, I have a beautiful, hot girlfriend, so it’s truly hard to contain,” his hand moved to cup your ass. Raising your skirt, he felt your wetness drip onto his fingers, “No panties, love?” You nodded, gasping lightly.

He lifted you onto his hard length, making you shudder and let out a quiet moan. Your head leaned back onto his shoulder, and he placed gentle kisses on your neck.

“You gotta sit up, darling, the men are going to be here soon. Don’t want them to walk in to see you getting fucked by me, do you?” He whispered.

Just as you adjusted yourself to look natural, men walked into the room, bickering beyond one another. 

“Good afternoon,” Tom said, voice loud and welcoming.

They all nodded at him, placing themselves in their seats. Tom’s hips raised, thrusting himself deep inside of you. Your mouth opened slightly, but you recovered, smiling at the rows of men.

“As you can see, my girlfriend will be joining us today for the meeting,” he informed the confused workers.

None of them argued, afraid of getting murdered. They continued their meeting, ignoring your presence.

Tom continued to thrust into you, talking smoothly. You, on the other hand, struggled to keep quiet or rest your head on his shoulder.

The meeting lasted, more so felt, longer than you wanted. You couldn’t hold back anymore moans for any longer, but luckily, the men were hurriedly exited the room. Once the last man left, Tom rapidly began thrusting into you.

“Such a good girl. Didn’t make a single noise. Gonna make sure you cum, alright darling?” His rasp voice sent tingles down your spine.

You nodded, murmuring, “Uh huh.”

He pounded into you, teasing your clit. You moaned out loudly, encouraging him to go faster. You felt a tightness in your lower core and you came with a loud yell of Tom’s name. He pulled out of you, cumming himself.

“Fuck, darling, felt so good,” he flipped you over to face him and placed a rough kiss on your lips.

“Thank you, Tommy,” your voice mumbled against his lips.

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hey guys! so recently, i haven’t been writing a lot and that’s because i’m having a small writers block and lack of imagination/ideas. please send in requests or ideas or prompts for me to write. thank you, love you guys so much 🖤

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