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admitting pt.1

a/n: this was so much longer than i planned it to be 1234 words... i’m gonna make a part two for this because i’m too tired to finish the of this fic right now it’s 2:30 am... ok enjoy

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: one bad word, lil’ pinch of angst not really, fluff, Tom falling in love

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As much as you hated Tom, your family were still friends with his. Your parents trusted Nikki and Dom with all their heart.

You and Tom never got along. Ever since you were children, you fought and annoyed one another to no extent. The reason was unknown to why you two acted this way.

Your parents were going out of town for their business trip and left you with the family they trusted most: the Hollands.

After hours on end, you finally agreed to stay over at theirs, hoping Tom wouldn’t be there due to his current fame.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’ve got to get going,” your mom called from the kitchen.

Groaning, you dragged yourself out of your room, “Fine.”

Your family lived right across the street from the Hollands, making the transfer easy and fast.

“Afternoon, Y/M/N,” Nikki said embracing my mother before looking at me, “Y/N, I haven’t seen you in such a long time,” it was true, you’d always avoided going to the Holland household, even if it were a stupid excuse. Admiring your figure, she commented, “You look so mature and gorgeous now.”

“Thank you,” you finally said, giving her a warm smile.

“Now, Y/N, you better behave, this isn’t your home. Don’t disobey their rules, okay?” Your mom gave you a stern look.

“Yeah, I know,” you said, crossing your arms.

“You better get going, Y/M/N. Wouldn’t want you to be late,” Nikki said realizing what the time was.

“Oh my, yes I should. Thank you so much for letting Y/N stay over,” she gave Nikki a final hug, “and you better behave,” she pointed a finger at me before giving me a kiss on my cheek and rushing back to the car.

“Thank you for letting me stay over, Mrs. Holland. It means a lot to me and my parents,” you were truly grateful for their generosity even though you hated their son.

“Oh, it’s no problem. Also, you can call me Nikki,” she winked, giggling. She then called down one of her sons, “Harry, come help Y/N to her room and carry her bag up the stairs, will you?”

She patted you on the back one last time before leaving you alone, standing awkwardly at the bottom of the staircase. Luckily, you didn’t have to stand there long, for the curly haired boy came down the stairs not long after.

“Harry,” you embraced the boy.

The two of you were friends being that you were in the same grade.

“Y/N/N, how are you doing?” Harry asked.

“Stop with the formalities, we literally saw each other yesterday,” you said playfully smacking his arm.

He chuckled, “Just trying to be my best. Now, let’s get you to your room.”

He grabbed your small, white suitcase and lugged it up the stairs, leading you to the room you’d be staying in for the next couple of days.

“Voila, welcome to your room,” he opened the door to the guest bedroom, revealing a well decorated, yet comforting room. “I’ll leave you to unpack. When you’re done, you can join Paddy and I in the living room. We’re going to be playing Super Smash Bros.”

“Definitely,” you smiled, taking up on his offer, “I won’t be long.”

Unpacking and getting the feel of the room took about 10 minutes. The view of the backyard was magnificent from this room. You could see the garden, fireplace, and pool from your window. The bed was queen-sized and tucked with a basic grey duvet. There were decorative lamps on the bedside tables, including a clock and other decorations.

You rushed down the stairs, remembering Harry’s offer. They were sitting on the couch, practically jumping when they made their attack. 

“Hey, Padster,” you said, ruffling his hair as you sat in the cream colored arm chair. 

“Hey, Y/N, wanna join?” He asked pausing the game, halting Harry’s attack.

“Hey!” Harry complained.

“Nah, I’ll let you finish this round against Harry,” you lightly declined.

“Alright,” Harry cheered, “no offense.”

You laughed, “None taken.”

After sitting in the seat and watching the two boys bicker over the game, you decided to get yourself a glass of water. 

“Hey, Y/N, are you enjoying your stay?” Nikki asked, seeing you enter the room.

“Of course, just feeling a bit parched,” you said, hoping she caught onto your desperation for water.

“Oh, yes. Here,” she handed you a bottle of water, letting you go back to the boys as soon as possible.

Just as you sat back into the seat, the door opened, revealing the brown, curly haired, muscular boy you despised. A warm smile spread across his face before meeting your eyes.

“Y/N?” Tom was shocked. 

He hadn’t seen you in 2 years. He left to go filming and would occasionally visit home, but he never saw you. He gawked at your newfound beauty. You were practically glowing. You had curves in all the right places and a beautiful complexion. 

“What’s up, Spideyboy,” you laughed at the teasing nickname.

“What are you doing here?” He had already shut the door behind him and sat himself in the seat next to yours. 

“Parents are on a business trip,” you answered nonchalantly.

“Oh,” his feeble attempt to start a conversation completely failing, seeing as you gave no thought to it.

Getting bored, you asked if you could play with Harry and Paddy, and they gladly accepted. You were rusty, but your skill was still good enough to destroy the two boys. They had even teamed up to go against you.

“Damn, Y/N/N, didn’t know you were that good at Smash Bros,” Harry sighed.

“Neither did I,” you laughed as the boys, except for Tom, joined in.

Tom was too busy admiring you. He noticed how you changed and matured, not just in looks, but in knowledge and age. He was feeling an attraction towards you and he wouldn’t admit it.

“Dinner time, kids,” Nikki called out from the kitchen.

You guys shut down the game and rushed into the dining room. The aroma lurked through the entire house and you inhaled it freely. The dinner smelled delicious.

You sat across from Harry, who sat next to Paddy, who sat across from Tom.

Just as you presumed, the dinner was scrumptious. You thanked Nikki and Dom for the wonderful meal and excused yourself, going to wash the dirty dishes you had used.

“No need to do that, darling,” Nikki’s voice appeared behind you, startling you a bit. “Go have fun with the boys, you’re our guest.”

You thanked her once again, escorting yourself to the patio, where the boys had relocated to look at the dazzling stars in the navy blue sky. They laid in a line, leaving a space in between Harry and Tom for you. 

“Come,” Harry said patting the space beside him, “it’s beautiful.”

You slipped down, laying with your arms under your head. They truly were beautiful. You could get lost staring into the vast sea of stars and planets. 

You faintly felt muscular arms scooping you off the grass and carrying you back into the warm comforts of the Holland home. You snuggled yourself into the hard chest of the person, feeling relaxed and sleep was slowly overcoming you. 

Tom gently placed you onto your bed, tucking you into the thick sheets of the bed, “Goodnight, Y/N,” he said gently, kissing your forehead gently before exiting the room.

! next part !

admitting pt.2

a/n: bro, i dont know how i keep writing these long fics but i cant end this yet... so this turned into a series.,, please dont attack me lol... also i realize this isn’t rly like enemies, like at all... oops

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: straight up fluff, one sexual innuendo, Tom being the adorkable dorkous he is

! previous part !

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You awoke the next morning, not remembering how you got back to your room. Thinking back, you only remembered being carried by a pair of muscular arms. You reminded yourself to ask and thank whoever brought you back.

You were still in the clothes you wore the day before, so the first thing you did was take a warm shower. While you were in there, you mind wandered back to last night. Who had carried you back to your room? Was it Harry? Sure, Harry was muscular, but not that muscular. Could it’ve been Tom? No way. You felt yourself flush at the thought. 

You stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off before putting on a black camisole top paired with high waisted, medium wash jeans. You added a brown, faux fur jacket to top it off. 

You could hear fumbling from the first floor of the home, so you assumed that some of the Hollands had already woken up. You decided to join and help them, being that you were already awake. 

“Morning,” you said gleefully, hopping down the stairs.

“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” The deep British voice rang through your ears.

Tom.

“I could say the same to you,” you threw back, admiring the defined biceps and back muscles.

“Touché,” Tom was walking around the kitchen, looking for certain ingredients. Having nothing to do, you offered, “Need any help? I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, finally turning to look at you. He looked dumbstruck. He was admiring your outfit, looking you up and down. Your curves were accentuated by the tight clothes you were wearing. He wanted to grab you by your waist and just kiss you. He shook his head, waving the thought away, telling himself to keep it together.

“So, what’re you making?” You asked, peeking at the cluster of ingredients behind him.

“Just waffles and eggs,” he said, breaking his gaze at you.

“Waffles? Why waffles? They’re literally just pancakes with muscles,” you giggled, “nobody likes to eat muscles, they like to eat the meat.”

Tom choked on his spit, coughing a bit. His ears turning a bright red and blood rushing down south.

“Oh my gosh! That’s not what I meant! Get your mind out of the gutter, you div,” this playful banter between you and Tom was new. You’ve never had a normal conversation with him. Usually, the two of you were ignoring or throwing insults at one another.

The two of you made breakfast together in peace, music softly played in the background. Neither one of you would admit to sneakily glancing at each other when you had the chance. 

“Good morning, Y/N/N. You wanna model for some of my pictures later? You can come along if you want, Tom,” Harry said, plopping onto the couch.

“Sure, sounds fun,” you answered, before snapping back, “now get your butt off the couch and come help. Even Tom, Tom, is doing some work!”

“Hey,” he chuckled, lightly nudging your arm. The reaction shocked you. He didn’t snap back like he usually would.

You heard Harry groaning in the living room before dragging himself into the kitchen to help the two of you.

“So, how many arguments have you two had today?” Harry whispered into your ear.

“Surprisingly, none. I have no idea why Tom’s being so nice to me now,” you whispered back.

“What are the two of you gossiping about? It better not be about me,” Tom said, breaking the silence.

“Heh, we would never,” Harry said, moving to grab 6 plates.

Breakfast goes by smoothly. Nikki had asked you a couple of questions, asking if you had started dating anyone or if you had a college in mind. Dom had told her to let you eat and to stop bugging you, though you told him it wasn’t any burden. After the meal, Harry dashed up the stairs to grab his camera.

“Let’s get going, Y/N. Tom, you coming?” Harry asked as he appeared from the stairs.

“Yeah, sure,” Tom blatantly replied.

“Good, you’re driving, then,” Harry tossed Tom’s car keys at him.

“Get ready for a long day, Y/N/N,” Harry cheered.

You giggled, hopping into the grey Audi R8. Harry sat in the front passenger seat, turning to face you for any opportunity of a photo. 

“Where we going,” Tom asked, selecting navigation on his car. 

“Anywhere with lots of trees and nature,” Harry said, all focus on you.

Tom backed out of the driveway, driving you to the unknown location. The light wind combined with the force of the moving car pushed your hair back. It was flowing freely in the wind and Harry took it as an invitation to take photos. You were watching the cars pass with a blur, admiring the beauty of Kingston. 

When you arrived at the destination, it was surrounded with nature. There were no parking spaces, only empty dirt patches. Tom chose a random space and parked the car there.

“It’s beautiful,” you said in awe.

“Wait ‘til we get in the forest,” Tom said, smirking, proud of the reaction he’d gotten from you.

Tom was right. From within the forest, it felt like an entirely different world. You roamed the space, stroking the bark of the trees, examining the variations of colors on the leaves. It wasn’t even autumn, yet these leaves were bursting different colors.

Harry was behind you, taking more pictures of you in your normal state. He let you look around for a bit before telling you to pose and take the pictures. The lighting was extraordinary, making your skin glow. None of the pictures Harry took did your natural beauty justice, but he could still sense the joy radiating off of you.

Tom, on the other hand, was standing off to the side, admiring your every angle. He couldn’t believe how attracted to you he had gotten. Within 2 years, he went from absolutely despising you to falling deeply in love with you.

A giggle fell from your plump, pink lips as you posed playfully. Tom couldn’t help but gush over you. Everything about you was perfect. 

The man was whipped and he wouldn’t admit it, not to himself or you.

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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 !

in each other’s arms

a/n: i tried to write something fluffy and short because i’m so drained, so i hope you like it... this was inspired by a dramione fic i read today soooo... also next week, i’m going to start my algebra class so i won’t be able to post as often anymore, most likely every other day or less... nothing can go wrong part 1 will be posted soon, i promise !!!! enjoy the fic xx

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff

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You had no idea how you got to the position you were in now. Only a few minutes ago, you were partying the night away. Now, you were locked in a room with your arch nemesis: Tom Holland. 

Ever since the pair of you were little, you had a mutual hate. It all started when he stole your toy and hid it from you for a whole day. You took your revenge by telling his crush that he wanted to give her a, and I quote, “a gigantenormous kiss.” She never spoke to him again.

You looked over at the brunette, glaring at his side profile. You couldn’t lie, his jawline was on fleek. It could probably cut through the door of this room. 

“What?” He snapped, noticing your gaze.

“Nothing,” you rolled your eyes, looking away.

The two of you fell silent once again. You looked around the room. There was practically nothing, only a bed, desk, and a book or two. You supposed this was the room most people came to fuck.

Tom glanced at you and your wandering eyes. In the dim lighting, he found himself ogling you. Your tousled hair rested on your back, tucked behind your ear. He noticed the natural tint of pink on your cheeks. The way your eyes blinked with innocence and lips fell slightly agape.

You pulled out your phone, checking the time. 2:27 A.M. Your eyes widened in shock. How much time had already passed? Why was no one helping the two of you out?

You let a yawn rip from your lips, and you stretched your arms.

“Shut up,” the British boy hissed, turning away from you to hide his small blush.

“I’m sorry. but some of us actually sleep instead of fucking the night away,” you retorted.

“I’ll have you know that I’m not like that. Whatever your stupid fantasies about me might be like, they’re not true.”

You scoffed, “Fantasies. More like nightmares.”

You rose from the ground, walking over to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked, eyeing you.

“Going to sleep, what else?”

“I’ll just sleep on the floor then,” he muttered trying to make himself comfortable.

You felt a twinge of sympathy for the boy and considered offering the bed for share. You thought about it but shook the idea away. It would make you seem if you were starting something. As a result, you threw him a pillow and the only blanket on the bed. It was only fair. He got the floor with a pillow and blanket, while you got the bed with a pillow. 

-

Tom awoke when he heard a sneeze. All went silent once more, and his eyes slowly began to flutter shut when, “Achoo!”

He flipped over to face you. You were shivering and tucked in a ball. He started to feel concerned for you, wondering if you had gotten sick.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, trying to be nonchalant about it.

“I’m just a lit-” sneeze, “little cold,” sneeze, “s’all,” you spoke, voice wavering.

He didn’t respond, and you assumed he went back to sleep before you heard shuffling from behind you.

Tom crawled into bed with you, placing his pillow next to yours. He draped the thick duvet over you, and you immediately relaxed, except for the still visible shivering.

“Oh, come here,” he groaned, pulling your body into his.

He placed your cheek against his chest and arms wrapped around your waist. Your legs tangled together and the shivering stopped. Now you were just tense from the unfamiliar sensation.

“Calm down. Just go to sleep,” he whispered in a groggy voice.

You nodded, pretending that Tom was any other guy that you’d be interested in. It wasn’t much of a struggle for you because, if you were completely honest, you started to notice more things about the boy that you adored.

Tom knew he felt something for you but was in denial for years. Instead of being nice to you to get your attention, he fucked around with you, insulting you for years to get your attention. 

The two of you fell asleep, at peace, in each other’s arms.  

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!

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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.