Can U Pls Do A Tom Imagine With Prompt 2, 12, 15, 20, 48

Can u pls do a tom imagine with prompt 2, 12, 15, 20, 48

for the best

a/n: depending on how this does, i will make a part 2 to it, so stick around... this is the first richkid au i’ve ever written and it doesn’t really feel much like it, more so like mob but not really... enjoy my lovelies xx

pairing: richkid!tom x reader

warnings: a pinch of fluff in the beginning, AnGsT, heartbreak, );

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2. “Close the door.”

12. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

15. “Watch me.”

20. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

48. “Walk out that door and we’re through.”

The Hollands hosted a weekly party on every Friday night, and you, being Tom’s girlfriend, always attended by his side. He spoiled you with piles and piles of luxuries, all to which you declined. You didn’t want to seem like a gold digger. Your family wasn’t as rich as the Hollands, but your family was in the upper-middle class. 

Tom always gave you a new dress to wear to the party, making excuses to convince you to accept it. Usually he would use money, but ever since you slapped some sense into him, he never touched his wallet around you unless it was to necessary. 

This week, he gave you a red satin dress with a deep v-neck and a cinched waist. The skirt flowed to the floor, a slit decorating the front. Although the dress looked like it would be a hassle to put on, it slipped onto you as easily as a glove. You wore nude heels and dangling diamonds earrings Tom had given you to tie the outfit together. You curled your hair to perfection and placed a section over your left shoulder.

“You ready, love?” Tom knocked on the door.

Looking at yourself once more in the mirror, you added a light layer of setting spray over your bold makeup look and replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

You heard the door click open, “Wow,” a soft voice spoke.

Turning around, your eyes met your lover’s dilating pupils. You blushed at his reaction and made your way over to him.

“So, lover boy, are we going or are you going to keep ogling me?” You asked seductively, gently grazing his chest as you walked past him.

“I can’t help it, love,” his voice was hoarse with lust, “you’re absolutely stunning.”

Rolling your eyes, you responded, “I just know how to put the right pieces together, silly. Now, let’s crash this party!”

You swayed your hips as you walked over to the ballroom. The dress added a seductive effect, making Tom feel his pants tighten. He readjusted his tie and gulped, turning a faint red.

“Get a grip, Tommy,” you laughed at the hormonal boy, “you’ve got guests to entertain.”

He rushed to pull the door open for you, politely bowing and signaling for you to enter. Thanking him, you entered the room, gaining a few stares and glances from the guests. Tom walked in behind you and placed a hand on the small of your back, urging you forward.

“Oh,” Tom caught sight of his family, “I’ve gotta go, love. Stay safe, alright?”

“When am I not?” You smiled up at him, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek before letting him walk away.

“Y/N L/N,” a voice spoke from behind you.

Your hair elegantly flowed as you turned to face the familiar voice, “Hazza?”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled.

“You’re so stupid,” you giggled.

“So, Tom left you all alone again?” He grabbed two champagne glasses of a passing waiter’s tray, handing a drink to you.

“He has to. Besides, it doesn’t bother me, especially since I know some people here, like you,” you smiled gently.

-

An hour passed and Tom was still going around and talking to the guests. This wasn’t the longest amount of time that he left. Luckily, Harrison was kind enough to stay with you the entire time.

You and Haz were in a conversation, talking about your golfing fails it was mostly Haz laughing at you. The sweet accented voice of your boyfriend lightly met your ears but what he had said was incoherent. That was until he moved closer.

“Welcome, Aurelia, darling. It’s been a while,” his voice cut off.

Harrison noticed your sudden change in mood. He looked around to see if there were any hints to the difference, and when he saw Tom kissing Aurelia’s hand, he realized why you were suddenly so cold.

Aurelia and Tom had a history. They were past lovers and initially arranged to get married, but you changed both the Hollands’ and Beaumonts’ plans. Aurelia grew to dislike you. In the Beaumonts’ standards, you weren’t rich enough to have any of their attention. Tom was truly in love with her, but you were something else. Tom would feel euphoria whenever he was with you. Aurelia thought that she and Tom were meant for each other, so she was absolutely heartbroken when she found out they wouldn’t be getting married.

“Tommy! Let’s have a drink. Just you and me, lover boy,” you cringed when you heard her call Tom the nickname you called him only hours ago.

“Alright,” his sultry voice responded.

You felt a twinge of betrayal hearing his response. You couldn’t help but be jealous of his past relationship with her. They were in love, accepted by all.

Tears pricked your eyes. You ruined their relationship selfishly to give yourself something that was never yours to take.

“Y/N,” Haz breathed pitifully, seeing your eyes gloss over.

Blinking away the tears, you plastered a fake smile onto your face, “It’s alright, Hazza,” you said with faux serenity. “Please excuse me.”

You made your way over to Tom and Aurelia, the fake smile still plastered across your face. They were laughing and enjoying themselves,

They really did look like the perfect couple.

“Pardon me, Aurelia,” you said quietly from behind the couple, “may I borrow Tom for a minute or two? I promise to return him as soon as I’m finished talking with him.”

Tom turned around to face you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Aurelia had a look of hatred and jealousy on her face when she saw you.

Faking a giggle, she kindly replied, “Of course. There’s no need to worry, I’ll be here waiting.”

You silently thanked her and dragged Tom to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, love?” Tom asked, looking concerned.

“Close the door,” you whispered.

“Alright, but we can’t do anything just yet. I still have more walking around to do tonight. Unless, do you want me to-” you raised a finger, silencing him.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffled, eyes avoiding Tom’s gaze.

“What? What are you sorry for?” He asked a panicked tone in his voice.

“You and Aurelia are made for each other,” you said, eyes locked to the floor.

“What? Aurelia? You’ve got it all wrong. We,” he signaled to the both of you, “We are made for each other. We’re soulmates.”

“No, we’re not! Aurelia is. I was being selfish, and I broke apart your perfect relationship,” tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Y/N-” he began.

“Don’t. You have a future with her. I wouldn’t get you anywhere. Besides, you have a history with her,” you sulked, saying the last bit with a pang of jealousy.

“You’re still going on about that? Are you never going to let that go?” His voice rose with anger. 

“I won’t let it go because if it weren’t for me, you’d still be together today, wouldn’t you be? Hell, you’d probably married her by now. I’m right, aren’t I?” Your faux serenity began cracking.

He didn’t reply, now avoiding your gaze.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” Tears flew from your eyes.

“Y/N-” he tried.

“Stop avoiding the question! Just answer it,” you snapped.

He couldn’t look at you. You were right after all. He would probably be married to Aurelia now if it weren’t for you, but you were a blessing in disguise.

“Just as I thought,” you sighed, “I’ll return all of your gifts to me as soon as I can.”

“W-What do you mean?” He asked, fearing what you would say next.

“I’m leaving, Thomas. Enjoy your evening,” you reached towards the doorknob, but his hand gripped your wrist.

“Y/N, if you walk out of that door, we’re through,” Tom said, hoping you’d stay.

“Thank you for the memories, Thomas, but watch me.”

And with that, you ripped your arm from his grasp, leaving him to sulk alone in the bathroom.

It’s for the best.

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.

i was wondering if you can do a tom x reader where they are dating but no one knows yet until Harrison, the twins, Tuwaine all have their suspicions so they planned to flirt and throw compliments at her during dinner time together to get a reaction out of Tom and he gets super jealous and upset during the whole thing until he finally snaps?

their suspicions

a/n: i finally posted after such a long time omg... sorry for going on a short hiatus, just been stressed recently,,, anyways, i’m trying to work on the requests before i start anything new... also! i want to create/start an actual permanent taglist so if you want to be added to it, comment on this post or send to my inbox or use this: google forms for you to input for users! enjoy jealous!tom xx

pairing: best friend!tom x reader

warnings: jealous tom, fluff, flirtatious harrison

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You and Tom began dating in November of 2019. Before that, the two of you were close friends, stuck at each other’s sides all day and night.

Tom wanted to keep the relationship a secret from everyone, including his best friends and family.

At the beginning, no one noticed the change. Your closeness from before hadn’t changed as much, at least when you were around others. When the two of you were alone, you would have intimate moments together, giving each other chaste to passionate kisses and holding each other close. Cuddling was an exception, seeing as you already cuddled before you became a couple.

It wasn’t until quarantine that people began to notice a difference between you and Tom.

“Where’s Tom? He was supposed to help us make dinner,” Harrison asked, standing shirtless in the backyard while taking off his boxing gloves.

“He isn’t much help, though. Besides, we’ve got Sam,” Harry shrugged.

Sam laughed and patted Harry’s shoulder, “Thanks, mate.”

“Have you guys seen Y/N?” Tuwaine stepped outside of the house, looking around the backyard.

“No, what’s up?” Harry’s brows furrowed.

“She promised she would help me choose a movie for tonight,” Tuwaine frowned.

“Isn’t it strange that they’re both missing? This isn’t the first time, too,” Harrison said suspiciously, crossing his arms.

“Maybe they’re just hanging out. They are friends, you know,” Sam said while scrubbing the grill.

“I don’t know. They’re getting a little too friendly,” Harrison squinted at Tom’s window.

Tuwaine, Harry, and Harrison had newly risen suspicions while Sam stayed mutual. Sam didn’t want to invade either of your privacies. Although he always sensed a connection between the two of you, he never pushed your relationship any further than friends. If the two of you wanted to date, then you’d make the decision on your own.

-

You were cuddled in Tom’s arms, still hazy with sleep. You must’ve fallen asleep while watching a movie with him.

“Darling, you gotta get up,” his hoarse voice whispered from behind you.

“Mm, no. I don’t wanna,” you whined, eyes remaining shut.

“But you gotta. The boys’ll notice if we’re missing for too long,” he placed soft kisses to the side of your neck.

You tilted your head to give him easier access to your skin, “Let them, I don’t care anymore.”

“Darling,” he pulled away from you. He slid out from under the covers and off the bed. He walked over to the other side of the bed where you laid and sat beside your limp body. “Get up or I’ll tickle you,” he threatened. You laid under the duvet, ignoring the man hovering you. He threw the duvet off of your body and slid his hands into your shirt. His fingers began attacking your sides.

Laughs broke out of your pink lips, “St-Stop it, Tommy.”

“Then get up, princess,” he continued his assault.

“F-Fine, ju-just,” you gasped for air, “stop,” you squealed loudly.

“Alright, love,” he pulled his hands out of your shirt, smiling at your squirming figure.

“You’re mean,” you frowned at him, flipping over to get more rest.

“Y/N! You have to get up or I will carry you downstairs,” Tom said sternly.

You hummed, cuddling with yourself.

You felt his hands firmly grasp your waist, and a moment later, you were over his shoulder. You squealed and slapped his back, demanding him to put you down.

“Nope, I told you I would carry you down if you didn’t cooperate,” he lightly smacked your ass.

“Thomas Stanley Holland! Put me down this instant,” you said strictly.

He ignored you and carried you all the way down the stairs. Finally, he placed you on your feet and pushed you towards the backdoor. You glared daggers at him, flipping him off before stepping out of the house. He chuckled behind you.

“Y/N! I was looking for you! You promised you would choose out a movie with me to watch,” Tuwaine exclaimed as soon as he saw you. “What happened to your hair?” 

You heard snickering from behind you and saw Tom, Harrison, and Harry smirking at each other. 

If only looks could kill, you thought.

“I’ll be right back. Tom wouldn’t let me sleep and carried me here, thus the mess on my head,” you said, not truly knowing how bad you looked.

You walked back into the house, still able to hear Tom’s terribly hidden chuckles.

As soon as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you freaked out. You hair was practically a nest on your head. All your clothes were wrinkled, and your mascara was smeared over your eyelids and eye bags. 

You decided that taking a shower was most efficient way to fix your predicament. 

-

“So, Tom, what were you and Y/N doing earlier?” Harrison smugly.

“Oh, we were watching a movie,” Tom shrugged nervously.

“Just a movie?” Harry’s voice arose.

“Well, we did fall asleep...”

Harry and Haz winked at each other and whispered, “Sleeping.”

They heard the door slide open and close, following the quiet steps from your flats.

“Damn, Y/N/N, what’re you dressing up for?” Tuwaine chuckled.

“Dress up? This is my casual outfit,” you smiled at your friend.

“Casual for a date night,” he added, then gasped, “Are you going on a date tonight?”

All of the boys, including Tom, looked at you.

“What? No,” you laughed, flustered, “I’m staying with you guys tonight. Bros over hoes, am I right?”

‘So that means you’re single, right?” Harrison spoke up.

Tom’s gaze snapped over to face his best mate.

“Y-Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You laughed nervously.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look, whether you look like a mess or not,” the blonde moved closer to you.

“Thanks, Hazza,” you blushed, replying awkwardly.

Harry and Tuwaine eyed Harrison confusingly. Harrison winked at them, and they smirked at each other in realization. 

“Yeah, Y/N/N, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight, though you look breathtaking all the time,” Tuwaine intervened.

“Maybe I should take you out tonight,” Harry grinned at you, “After all, you are single, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, I am.”

Tom ears were tinted with a bright red. 

“Leave the girl alone, guys,” Sam finally said, attention still on the food on the grill.

“Buzzkill,” Harrison sang.

Harry and Tuwaine laughed.

“You can sit by me tonight, if you want that is,” Harrison whispered in your ear as he walked by.

You felt extremely hot and embarrassed. Your cheeks were surely as red as Tom’s ears. 

-

Sam had finished making the meal, so you had to choose a seat.

“Y/N, come sit here,” Harry patted the seat beside you.

“No, Y/N/N, come sit with me,” Tuwaine smiled warmly.

“Ignore those divs. The space on my lap is lonely, you should come give it some love,” Harrison smirked.

The comment made your pink once more, and you hid behind Tom. Tom was shaking with fury and jealousy.

“She’ll be sitting beside me,” Tom said sharply.

You shyly sat beside your boyfriend, gaze glued to the floor.

“So, Y/N, I’ve been thinking,” Harrison began, “We’ve known each other for a while now, and I’ve always felt this connection between us. I was wondering if you wanted more in our relationship.”

Sam audibly sighed but continued to eat his meal.

Your eyes widened. You only ever saw Harrison as a brother, just like Harry, Sam, and Tuwaine.

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

“No, she doesn’t,” Tom growled.

You felt his hand grip your thigh, and his lips attached to yours. He passionately kissed you, biting your bottom lip for entrance. You gently pushed him away, embarrassed at his display of affection.

“Ha! What did we tell you Sam! They are dating after all,” Harry cheered happily.

“What?” Tom asked cluelessly.

“They thought that you guys were acting suspicious, so they came up with this “plan.” I told them otherwise because, unlike them, I respect your privacy,” Sam glared at the other boys.

“We’re his best mates though, why wouldn’t he tell us?” Harry whined to his twin.

“Ask him,” Sam shrugged.

“We wanted to keep it a secret from everyone to avoid drama. You know how the press gets,” Tom sighed.

“Besides, we liked the secrecy and privacy we had, but it feels relieving now that you guys know,” you spoke after a while, finally calmed down from the situation.

“Sorry for the flirting, just trying to get results,” Haz chuckled.

Tom glared at his best mate.

“Once you divs get a girlfriend, you’ll understand why they did what they did,” Sam said slyly.

Harry, Haz, and Tuwaine yelped at the smirking twin with anger.

the worst of you

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

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: toxic/unhealthy relationship, angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hi, i love your other writings on Tom Holland, could i request 92 & 93 from the prompt list please? 💌

fractured trust and broken friendships

a/n: this was supposed to be posted last night, but I accidentally fell asleep... luckily i was almost done... thank you to @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh for being so active and giving me motivation to continue ♡ hope you guys enjoy this angsty fic!

pairing: bestfriend!tom x reader

warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! panic attack, mentions of sex, swearing, tom’s a jerk in this one, a pinch of fluff if you count it as really

italics are your thoughts and in between the “-“ is a flashbacks

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92. “I was a bet?”

93. “I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

You rushed to your first class of the day, maneuvering your way through the empty halls. You'd woken up late due to your alarm not sounding, so you only had less than 10 minutes to get ready and make it to school on time. Unfortunately for you, you lived on your own without any source of transportation except for the pair of legs attached to your body. You ended up running to school with a heavy backpack painfully slapping against your back with each step.

You slowed to a fast walk, recognizing the corner you turned everyday to get to class. A voice sounded from the corner.

“So, did you do it, Tommy?” A high-pitched voice asked.

You wondered who would’ve ditched class with the name “Tommy.”

“Yeah, mate, or were you too pussy to?” A male’s voice sounded.

You knew it was wrong to listen in, but you were unintentionally listening.

“The only pussy here is you, Williams,” a familiar voice responded, “and yes, I did do it. It was easier than I thought. Now, pay up.”

That voice. It sounded too familiar. It couldn’t be...

“Can’t believe you actually got Y/N to fuck you,” another voice laughed.

The mention of your name made you sick. Someone bet on you? It wasn’t possible, though. You were a virgin only until recently. Your best friend, Tom, had taken it from you last week.

No. It can’t be him.

“I was shocked, too. She was practically jumping to get with me,” the voice chuckled, growing louder. 

You realized that they were rounding the corner, and your anxiety spiked. You felt your chest tightening, and you felt lightheaded. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You stumbled backward, reaching for support. Any support. 

Slow breath in, slow breath out. You chanted to yourself.

You could hear the loud, rapid thumps in your chest. You gasped for air, slamming against the lockers, creating an echo of metal. 

“What the fuck was that?” The voice was muffled by your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You tried to stand, but your body collapsed beneath you. This was one of your worst episodes.

“Y/N,” a panicked voice shouted.

You felt a warm presence envelop you.

“Y/N, listen to my voice. Slow breathes,” you could feel something rising and descending against your arm, and you followed the pattern.

Gradually, you regained control over your emotions and actions. You looked up to see who helped you, and it was just the man you were dreading to see. He looked down at you with a warm smile and welcoming eyes. You snapped your eyes shut and composed yourself.

Reopening your eyes, you pushed Tom away and dizzily stood up. He looked at you the way he always would when you were together: with compassion and empathy.

“Are you okay? That was one of the worst attacks I’ve ever seen you have,” he spoke gently.

“I was a bet?” You wanted to ask, but nothing sounded.

His voice rang in your ears. It brought back memories of the night you shared together.

-

“Are you sure you want this?” Tom asked, voice raspy.

“Yes, please, Tommy,” you panted.

He slowly slid into you, letting you adjust to his size. You winced, sharply inhaling.

“Are you okay?” He paused, mindful that it was your first time.

“Mhm, just need time to get used to it,” you replied, breathing deeply.

-

“I-I’m fine,” you backed away from him and his friends, feeling manipulated.

“Are you sure? You’re shaking,” he stepped forward, reaching an arm towards you.

“Stop,” you yelped, slapping his arm away, “Don’t touch me,” you hissed through grit teeth.

“Y-Y/N/N?” He asked, brows furrowing.

“I need to get to class, so if you’ll excuse me,” you said, picking up your backpack.

You pushed past the girl beside Tom. She wore a yellow gingham, spaghetti strapped crop top paired with light washed, belted paper-bag shorts.

How she didn’t get dress-coded, you’ll never know, nor did you care.

She scoffed and held her shoulder in offense.

“Tommy, she hit me,” the girl whined.

You rolled your eyes and walked off, trying your best to ignore the snickers from Tom’s other friends.

As you turned to corner, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you. Assuming it was a teacher, you plastered a fake smile onto your face and made a liable excuse, but when you turned around, you came face to face more like face to chest with your “best friend.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confusion etched on his features.

“Nothing,” you took a deep breath, trying to keep your temper in check.

“I know something’s wrong, so tell me,” he demanded, grabbing your shoulders with his hands.

“Let go of me,” you ripped away from his hold.

You were fuming. How dare he act like he wasn’t just laughing about taking your virginity and, not to mention, making money from it, as well.

“What the he-” he began.

“You! You’re the problem,” he looked at you as if you had slapped him across the face which you wish you did. “I overheard you and your friends earlier. You think it’s funny to play girls like that? Even worse, you have the guts to take her virginity, too? Unlike you, I’d like my first time to be special and not paid for,” you spat.

You turned to walk away when you felt a sudden surge of confidence shoot through you.

“You know what, Thomas? You are a pussy. You’re weak enough to let your reputation get to you and strip away one of your friends. If I knew that you were this egotistical manipulator sooner, I would’ve abandoned you years ago.”

You saw a flash of hurt in his teary eyes.

“Fucking grow up. We’re going to college soon, not kindergarten. I can’t believe I was such a fool. I let you use me. 

“I thought I could trust you, Tom. You were my best friend, my partner in crime. You were supposed to be beside me until the end. I trusted you with my life.

“I let you be my first because I thought- I thought... Nevermind. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

“Y/N/N, I-” he frowned.

“I don’t want to hear it. This is the end of our friendship, so don’t talk to me ever again,” and with that, you turned your back towards him and walked away, leaving him to regret ever considering the bet.