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hello, fellow people of tumblr! i’m not necessarily new to tumblr because i’ve used it to read, but this is the first time i use it to make my own page. i was inspired by spideyunivrse to make my own page. i also have a tom holland fan account on instagram: tommohollander

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i’m currently accepting fluff and angst. i haven’t been able to learn how to write smuts, but i’m totally ok with them, just don’t know how to write them. 

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Hey love your work ❤️ could you do another quarantine imagine where maybe the reader and Tom get caught having sex by someone in the house. These are the only things keeping me from loosing my mind in quarantine lol

this is awkward

a/n: hello! i’ve never written full on smut so this was pretty interesting… i hope it was up to your standards because i did a lot of research for this i read a bunch of smut lol… also, i change pov in this so... can you guys tell me how i can improve my smut tho?

warnings: SMUT, holy shit sMuT, cursing, Harry getting flustered af rip, bad smut writing

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Quarantine was draining everybody’s energy. There were less and less things to do as time passed. Slowly, there won’t be anymore movies or TV shows left to watch, no more puzzles to build, no new recipes to bake.

Tom and Y/N, though, they found another way to pass the time: passionate love making. They did it very often, but it was a struggle for them to keep quiet. They always found a way, though. It made the time fly by, so, like always, they did it today.

Since time wasn’t relevant, Tom and Y/N could take all the time in the world. Tom enjoyed teasing Y/N, while on the receiving end, she hated it. 

Tom stripped you of your oversized tee, leaving you in your black lace lingerie. He pushed you onto the bed, climbing over you. Gently, he grabbed your right breast, massaging it and teasing your nipple through the lace fabric. A soft moan flew from your lips, causing Tom to silence you by dominating your mouth.

“Can’t have you making any noises, ‘kay, darling?” Tom asked sloppily.

“Yes, Tommy,” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said before reaching his unoccupied hand down to your panty clad clit.

He lightly circled it, purposefully moving around it. You felt a warmth travel down your body.

“Look at you,” he rubbed the dark stain on the black lace, “already nice and wet for me.”

“Please, Tommy,” you begged, thrusting your hips for friction.

Tom removed his hand from your breast. He shook his head, inserting two fingers into your mouth, “Suck.”

He continued teasing your pussy, always skipping over your clit. He began stroking your inner thigh, inching closer to your pussy with each stroke. You clenched your thighs together, trying to create friction. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to open your legs. You groaned onto his fingers.

Slowly, he pulled off the black panties. You shivered as you felt the cool air against your wetness. Tom stood between your legs, staring at your wet cunt. Embarrassed, you shut your legs once again. Tom reacted by rolling his eyes and prying your legs open.

“No need to be embarrassed, darling. I think you look rather ravishing,” he said before dipping his head into your wetness.

He licked everywhere except your bud. He inserted two fingers into your wet pussy, thrusting at an incredibly slow pace. Just as you were going to complain, his mouth moved to your clit. He sucked on the little bud, giving it special attention with his tongue and teeth. 

“You taste fucking delicious, princess,” the vibrations of his voice sent shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

You moaned loudly, and Tom halted his actions.

“What did I say?” He growled.

“I-I’m sorry, please don’t stop,” you begged, your core aching for more.

“I won’t, but if you make another sound, you’ll be cumming all night,” he threatened.

He stepped out of his sweatpants, revealing his hard on. He started to stroke it, precum leaking out of the tip. He looked you in the eyes, smirking. He ripped off your bra, leaving you bare. He put you on your knees on the floor.

“Suck,” he demanded.

You took his length into your mouth. He was too long to fit in your mouth, so you used your hands to stroke it and massage his balls. You locked your eyes with his. He let out small moans and praised you on. You felt your wetness drip down your thighs.

“Stop, I’m gonna cum,” he grabbed your face, stopping you from blowing him. “Get on the bed, stomach up.”

He hovered over you, grabbing his manhood and collecting your moisture with it. He teased your clit gently before inserting his length into you. You let out a pornographic moan and Tom glared at you.

“Do you want us to get caught?” He asked. You shook your head, “Good, now be quiet or I’ll punish you.”

He started off slow, gaining speed later on. He bent over, marking your collarbone with hickies. His left hand began massaging your right breast. You occupied your hands by pulling on his newly grown hair. 

“Hey, Tom. Do you know if there’s-,” Harry’s voice filled the room.

Tom and your head snapped to look at Harry. Harry’s face had turned bright red. Tom acted on instinct and started to cover you and himself. 

“Uhm, nevermind! You can continue,” Harry slammed the door behind him, blushing furiously.

“Bloody hell,” Tom groaned.

You started giggling, “Dinner’s gonna be awkward.”

“Damn right,” Tom grabbed his length once again, “let’s continue, shall we?”

“We shall,” you said, wrapping your legs around his muscular body.

Let’s just say dinner for Tom, Y/N, and Harry was very awkward.

cake

a/n: while I was making crepe cakes today, this idea popped in my head, oops I’m so dirty XD

warnings: slight sexual implications, fluff, tom being a hornball

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You were making crepes to later on build into a layered cake, while Tom sat on the couch, watching Love Island.

“How are the crepes going, love?” Tom shouted over the loud television.

“I keep messing up,” you sighed, “but I’m going to keep trying.”

“This is why Sam cooks,” he laughs.

You poured more batter onto the pan, “I can cook, too, you know. I’m just not as professional,” you flipped the crepe, “yes,” you cheered as it was your first success.

“You’re not even close to professional, darling,” he chuckled, teasing you.

“Keep demeaning me and my cooking skills and you won’t get to have my cake, darling,” you huffed, mimicking him.

You heard shuffling behind you and suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Tom, what are you doing?” You rolled your eyes, turning back to face him.

“Holding you,” he kissed your cheek.

“You’re trying to get some cake. I knew it! You’re just to weak to admit it.”

“I’m not weak. I can prove it to you,” he took a step back, turning you to face him, “I, Tom Holland, love your cakes. I especially love this one,” he turned her back around and smacked your ass.

“Tom,” you gasped.

“I’m serious, you’ve got the best ass ever,” he grazed his hand over your plump bottom.

You flushed, “Stop it, Tommy, anyone can walk in.”

“I’m not starting anything, just admiring my girlfriend’s wonderful ass.”

He walked away, swaying his hips, mocking you. You simply replied with the roll of your eyes and continued to make your crepes.

what do you want to eat

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

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

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

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

The day had started normally, with you prepping lunch.

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

“You,” he simply said, yawning.

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

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

“Hm?” Tom asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your div,” he corrected.

You giggled, not denying it. 

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

laundry day

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

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

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

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pt.1 | pt.2

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

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

“Dude,” you exclaimed.

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

The brunette grinned, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know,” he smirked.

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

“Harry,” a voice boomed as it entered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, coffee girl,” he winked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

laundry day pt.2

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

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

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pt.1 | pt.2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna head back to mine?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off, you div,” he chuckled.

“Oo, she bites back.”

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

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

“T-Tom?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop,” he pulled you off of him.

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmf- Tom,” you whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey! My panties,” you frowned.

“I’ll buy you another,” he dismissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

is this seat taken

a/n: oof i’ll make a part 2 later... sorry if i haven’t been updating as much, i’ve been reading a series of books and i’m trying to get through them as fast as possible... also having a big writers/imagination block right now,,, fOcK

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: sort of sexual, tom is a perv

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pt.1 | pt.2

You entered the massive classroom, earbuds drowning out the chattering of the other students. You found a table for yourself and placed your bag on the seat beside you. Already knowing the assignment, you traveled over to the supply table, grabbing your desired colors of acrylic paints, a paintbrush, and a piece of acrylic paper. Placing them onto your table, you moved to the sink, filling a tin with water to clean your brush. 

You thoroughly enjoyed art. It was your best subject and you’d taken interest in it ever since you were 5, although your works then were meager. 

With your earbuds still in, you began to start your painting of the landscape of a frozen lake and the sun setting. You began with a light base of white paint before starting with the light blue to represent the lake. 

You’d been calmly stroking your canvas when the door burst open and a group of fraternity boys piled in. They were gossiping loudly, loud enough for you to hear even through your blasting music. The frat leader, Tom Holland, stood at the front, winking and biting his lips as girls looked at him. The only reason they took art was because they believed it was an easy A, though you were quite surprised that they even came to class.

Rolling your eyes, you turned the volume of your music even higher in attempt to block out their hoots. To your dismay, they decided to sit at your table. Most sat across of you, while some followed Tom. 

You felt a a light tapping on your shoulder, and irritably, you pulled out your earbud, “Can I help you?”

“This seat taken?” The boy looked at you, one hand tucked into his pocket as he leaned against the table.

Looking at him with disbelief, you asked, “Yeah, it is actually.”

“Really? I don’t see anybody sitting here or coming to claim it,” he looked around the classroom.

“As you can see, my bag is actually reserving that seat, so I’m sure you can sit somewhere else. This room is quite big, you’ll find a seat,” you turned away from him and plugged your ears with the loose earbuds, ending the conversation.

The brunette and his posy laughed, ignoring your what you had just said. He moved your bag off the seat, sat down, and let the bag rest in his lap instead.

You obviously noticed this and rolled your eyes. You told yourself to ignore it, knowing that he would move away if you paid him no mind. You continued your painting, giving it your full attention to the point of standing up and tucking the chair away.

Your ass was now jutting out, as you were bent over, and you noticed Tom had finally moved. Where to, you didn’t know, until you felt someone pressing against you from behind. They were attempting to walk past you, but seemed to be adding lots of pressure against you. This person was taking their sweet time and you weren’t taking any of it.

You straightened, pulling out your earbuds and turning to see Tom behind you, “Excuse you,” you glared.

“Yes, darling?” Him and his friends were grinning and sniggering beside you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He blinked at you innocently.

“What you were just doing. That was highly inappropriate,” you huffed angrily.

“I wasn’t doing anything. I was just trying to get past you.”

“You could’ve gone another way. If you couldn’t tell, I was concentrating,” you snapped.

HIs friends started chuckling, mocking you. You shot them a sharp glare, shutting them all up. Luckily, before Tom began talking, the bell rang. You let out a sigh of relief when the frat boys started leaving. Tom, on the other hand, stayed.

“What are you still here for?” You began cleaning up the surface, not in any rush.

“Here,” he handed you a paper, “party on Friday. Call me if you have any questions,” he kissed the back of your hand, winking at you before escorting himself out.

You blushed and felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. The back of your hand was tingling where he had kissed you. You looked at the paper and the address and phone number scrawled on it. You started giggling. Hiding it in your fist, you stopped the fit of laughter coming out of your mouth and face-palmed, ashamed you felt the way you did.

is this seat taken pt.2

a/n: this is a lot longer than i expected it to be and it took me almost the entire afternoon so hope it doesn’t flop like everything else :(

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (fem. receiving), fluff

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pt.1 | pt.2

You walked into the dimly-lit home, music and chatter of people pounding in your ears. It smelled awfully of alcohol and sweat. Out on the lawn, people were throwing up their guts, while inside, people were grinding on one another. 

Your friends had convinced you to come. Unlike yourself, they loved to party and let loose, so when you told them about the invitation, they didn’t hesitate to say yes. 

Now that you were there, you started to regret it. Your friends had already left you to go hook up with some guys or get themselves drunk. You, on the other hand, tried to squeeze your way through the crowd. Only wearing a maroon bralette and light washed shorts, you wrestled off guys trying to grab you.

A wave of relief washed over you as you saw the kitchen, an empty yet messy room. You slid into the room, leaning against the counter, sighing. You looked over at the trunk of drinks and went to see if there were any non-alcoholic drinks in it. Surprisingly, there were many cans of soda and water bottles. You dug your hand into the box of ice, pulling out a bottle of cold water.

“I guess I must be irresistible, then,” a familiar British voice came from behind you.

You jumped in shock, turning around quickly to see the boy who invited you to the party.

“No, not really. My friends just dragged me here,” you explained.

“Ouch, that hurts,” his eyes scanned over your figure, “and that is hot,” he said shamelessly.

You slapped his bicep, “Eyes up here, div.”

“Div? Alright then, princess,” he smirked before playfully bowing.

You rolled your eyes, turning away, “Don’t you have to go find a girl to fuck? I’m pretty sure you won’t find one here.”

“Yeah, I guess there are no girls in here,” he placed his chin between his index finger and thumb. You glared at him. “Kidding, kidding. Honestly, I’d rather just hang with you.”

“I’d rather not, so I’m gonna go,” you started towards the door when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“Come on, stay. I’m not just some stupid fucker, I swear.”

Realizing you had no where to go, you groaned, “Fine, but you’re going to have to be my entertainment tonight. I’m not going to let my phone die,” you looked at your percentage, 27%, “About that, do you have a charger I could borrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one in my room, but we’re going to need to be up there if you want to charge it.”

“That’s fine, but no funny business,” you pointed a finger at him, gaining a chuckle from him.

“I know, now let’s go,” he laughed.

Tom led you up the stairs, maneuvering past the drunks. He opened a door to a clean room filled with fresh air. It had grey walls and to match them, a queen sized bed with a simple grey duvet. In the corner, there was a desk with books, papers, and a laptop placed on it. Posters of Marvel characters, mostly Spider-Man, and plays decorated the room.

“This is your room?” You asked, awestruck.

“Yup, I like to keep it clean, unlike the other boys,” as you stood in the room, still looking around, he snatched your phone out of your hand and placed it on his desk, charging it, “You can sit where ever you’d like. I’m pretty sure your cleaner than anything in this house, so be my guest to sit on my bed.”

Still looking around, you plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. The soft fabric gently rubbed against your skin and you sunk into the comfort of the mattress.

“So, are we gonna talk or are you gonna keep admiring my room?” He asked, feeling a sense of pride as he watched you survey his abode.

“Oh, right. It’s just such a nice room,” your eyes sparkled with content.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve got that. Now pay attention to me.”

Your gaze traveled to him. You noticed his curls were messily assorted on his head and a loose curl hung above his forehead. His chocolate brown eyes were watching you with admiration. The line of his jaw was very defined, and he was fairly muscular.

“Eyes up here, darling,” he quoted your response from before.

You looked up and blushed, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry.’

“It’s alright, darling, found it quite cute, actually,” you were surely red now, “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

“Uhm, yeah, sure.”

“Great, then truth or dare?”

The game started innocently, with simple questions like, “What’s your favorite color,” or “What are your hobbies?” Then, it escalate to, “How many people have you fucked,” or “Is there anyone you’d like to fuck that is here, at this party?” Tom had asked you that question and you sat, flustered.

You had an answer in mind, but you didn’t want to say it. You’d learned so much about him over a couple hours, and ever since you looked at him, you started to notice specific details in his features.

“So, is there?” He nudged your shoulder, winking at you.

“Yes,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze.

“What? Who?” He looked at you intently.

“Isn’t it my turn to ask the questions?”

“Okay, then I choose dare.”

“I-I dare you to,” you hesitated, “Idareyoutokissme.”

He stared at you, shock glazing his features.

“I should go,” you said, quickly standing up.

“No, wait,” he pulled you onto his lap, smashing his lips on yours.

At first, your eyes were wide open, but as he continued, you melted into the kiss, following along. The kiss was passionate. His hands roamed your body, occasionally squeezing your ass. You pulled away, pushing him down on the bed.

“Do you want this as much as I do?”

Without answering, you yanked his shirt, signaling him to take it off. He listened and tore it off. You ground your hips on his, moaning at the sensation. His hands massaged your breasts before pulling off the bralette, revealing your hard nipples. The pad of his thumbs teasingly rubbed the sensitive buds, making you let out a loud moan.

He flipped you over, placing you beneath him. His mouth engulfed your left breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. He groped the other breast with his hand. Slowly, his mouth moved to kiss down the center of your torso. Once, he was above the waistband of your shorts, he skipped down to your inner thighs. 

“Tom,” you whined.

He chuckled, sending vibrations up your leg. Your hips rose, trying to put pressure on your clit. He looked up at you and began to pull off your shorts. There was a visible patch of wetness in your maroon panties. His finger gently stroked it, making you jump at the sensation. He gently kissed your inner thighs once again, but inching closer to spot you needed it most. When he finally reached it, he lightly licked it and pulled away.

You groaned and begged, “Please, Tommy, I need you.”

He grabbed your panties, sliding them down your legs, taking his time. He threw them to the side, completely disregarding them. His hands pushed your legs apart, allowing him to drop in front of your dripping pussy. His lips attached to your swollen clit, sucking on it. Your back arched off the mattress, moaning with pleasure. He licked up your wet slit, swirling your clit and watched as you writhed. 

“Fuck, I need you in me, please,” you begged breathlessly. 

Tom lifted himself off of you, pulling his pants and boxers off. His cock sprung out, some veins popping out of it. You stared at the size of it, afraid it wouldn’t fit.

“Don’t worry, love, just tell me if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll stop,” he said reassuringly.

He climbed over you, collecting your wetness with his tip. Slowly, he slid into you, groaning at your tightness. He began to increase speed as your moans grew more vocal.

“You feel so good, darling.”

“Fuck, Tommy,” you moaned.

“Feels so good when you squeeze me, baby,” he bent down to kiss your neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” you yelped.

“Cum for me, love,” he whispered in your ear, urging you on.

You let out a loud moan, shaking with pleasure as you came. He pulled out, instructing you to open your mouth and he let his cum fall into your mouth. You swallowed his load as he dropped beside you.

“That was amazing, princess,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, holding your bare body against his.

“Goodnight, Tommy,” you said yawning as you cuddled his chest.

“Goodnight, love,” his eyes fluttered shut.

After a while of waiting, you felt Tom’s breathing steady and his movement lessen. 

You looked up, ensuring that he was asleep and whispered, “I think I’m falling for you, but I’m afraid of getting hurt.”

You felt him shift beside you and your breath caught in your throat. You crossed your fingers, hoping he hadn’t heard you.

To your dismay, his hoarse voice replied, “I think I’m falling for you, too. I’d never hurt you, love.”

Your eyes were stuck shut, pretending to be asleep to hide your embarrassment. He caught the gist and chuckled, stroking your hair before falling asleep with you still in his arms.

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.

sex is like math

warnings: should be obvious because, well look at the title

Tom: i’m so glad i’m out of school

Y/N: why? were you that dumb?

Tom: no. i saw Paddy’s math work and it looked so complicated

Y/N: you know, math’s not that bad

Tom: not that bad?! it’s terrible

Y/N: think about it this way: sex is like math. you add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and hope you don’t multiply

Tom carrying you to the bedroom: let’s do some math then

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.

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

! previous part !

masterlist

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 !

can u do a imagine where it describes tom and y/ns romantic valentines day from morning to night and then towards almost midnight tom proposes her to be his wife and she is overjoyed btw y/ns sister is dating harry.

cheesy spoilers pt.2

a/n: this was so long... it took me like 3 hours to finish it, so hopefully it’s up to standards... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: minimal sexual innuendos, swearing, nervous tom

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pt.1 | p1.2

You awoke to the aroma of delectable foods coming through the cracks of the door. Your eyes fluttered open only to shut after meeting the beam of light peeking through the curtains. You groaned, shuffling under the covers, not wanting to get up.

You heard the door creaking as your brunette boy stuck his head into the open space between the door frame and the door. His eyes focused on you, he saw your figure under the large white blanket. Quietly, he tip-toed over to you and hopped onto your body, eliciting a moan of pain from you.

“Tom,” you moaned.

“Fuck, darling, do that again,” he sighed.

“Stop,” you blushed, “Get off of me. You’re heavy.”

“How rude,” he scoffed, standing back up.

You giggled and took his hand before he hoisted you out of the bed. He dragged you to the dining table, plates neatly displayed at two seats across of each other.

“For you, m’lady,” he pulled out a chair for you.

“Thank you,” you said softly, “Did you do all of this? Just for me?”

“Well, I had some help from Sam, but I did most of the work. Besides, why wouldn’t I do this for you?” He smiled proudly.

“I love you so much,” you gushed, “But we’ve been together for years now. There’s no need to be extra.”

“Anything for my love. Now, less talking and more eating,” he declared as he dug into his plate of food.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence while eating your brunch, only sounds of chewing or the knife cutting your meal occasionally filling the air. You would look across at Tom from time to time. He looked quite nervous about something as you could hear his leg bouncing under the table.

“Anything wrong, Tommy?” You asked, concerned.

He seemed shocked but answered, “No, nothing wrong at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, don’t worry about me. Just enjoy yourself,” he smiled before getting lost in his train of thought once more.

You couldn’t seem to put your finger on what he was so worried about. You tried to think back to the night before, but your memory was foggy. You couldn’t remember much from last night.

“Falling in love with you was the second best thing that happened to me,” he whispered.

“Second? Excuse you?” You tipped your head up to look at the brunette.

“But meeting you was the first,” he finished.

“Ew, you’re so cheesy,” your hand reached up to squish his cheek.

“You love me, though,” he turned his head in attempt to bite your hand.

“Ay! I do love you, but you’re such a div most of the time.”

“Who’s the one who does the dishes, washes the dirty laundry, and cleans the house?”

“Me,” you replied, eyebrows furrowed.

You felt like you were missing something crucial from the conversation. You focused on the conversation, hoping it would help you put the pieces together, but to your dismay, you could only remember getting tired and falling asleep in Tom’s arms. You shrugged it off and finished your meal.

Tom stood from his seat, plates and utensils in his arms, walking towards you.

“Finished?”

“Yes, thank you,” you grabbed your own dishes before he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it. You go and get ready. I’m taking you out for a stroll somewhere you’ll love and then to dinner,” he took your plates and piled it into his arms.

You watched his back as he left to do the dishes. As much as you loved the boy, he annoyed you by always pushing you away when you offered to help. Rolling your eyes, you did as he instructed.

You walked out of your room, hair neatly curled and wearing a floral square neck sundress. Your white Chelsea boots clicked as you made your way to the kitchen.

“I’m ready, Tommy,” you announced, stepping into the room.

“Perfect, I just finished,” he said, wiping his hands on the washcloth.

He turned around to face you and was rendered speechless. His eyes were wide and tinted with admiration. He blinked, scanning his eyes over your form.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased.

“Let’s get going,” he chuckled, finally moving from his state of awe. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he whispered in your ear as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You giggled, blushing as you gently slapped his chest. As you reached the door to your home, you grabbed your round, straw shoulder bag and placed your phone and wallet into it. Tom grabbed the keys to his Audi, starting it up after leaving the house. You sat beside him in the passenger seat, staring at the neighboring homes as you drove by. Soon those homes became cars then trees. 

“Where are we?” You asked.

“The Hill Garden and Pergola. You’ll love it.”

He parked the car and the two of you got out of the vehicle. He grasped your hand, leading you to the vast green land. When you entered, you did love it. There were beautiful shades of greens and occasional pops of colors from the flowers. You walked through the structures and into a large space. Pillars surrounded an empty center and supported to gridded roof. Past this area was a round structure with a teal dome ceiling.

“C’mon, Tommy,” you took your boyfriend’s hand, rushing him towards it.

A bright smile lit up your face while Tom looked nervous and frustrated. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his left hand remained in his pocket, grasping an object. In the confined, isolated space, he found this as a perfect opportunity.

“Y/N,” you turned to face him, “We’ve known each other for more than a decade, and we’ve been together for 6 years now.” He got down on one knee, revealing a red leather box with the word Cartier in gold on it. He opened the box, “I can’t imagine my life without you. You’ve been the love of my life ever since we were only teenagers. I want to have children and grow old with you. If you’ll do me the honor, that is.”

Tears filled your eyes, hands cupping your mouth. Your words came out as strange slurs and sobs. You resorted to nodding and stuck your hand out for him to slip on the ring. He stood for his stance and pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you in the air before connecting his lips with yours.

“Thank you so much, love. You’ve no idea how blessed I am to get a girl like you,” he spoke, your foreheads resting against each other.

“No, thank you, Tommy,” you sputtered.

Lost in the moment, you hadn’t noticed the small crowd that filled the area. They had started clapping and whistling, catching your attention. You laughed and smiled, waving at them. As the two of you exited the structure, many people congratulated you. A group of girls hid on the side, crying and whining in jealousy. They glared at you as you walked by, but you weren’t fazed by it, too consumed in the proposal.

Tom drove back to town, valeting the car as you arrived at the building. He led you into the it and up an elevator to 31st floor. The metallic doors opened, displaying the restaurant Aqua Shard. Remembering the familiarity of the restaurant, you realized it was rather expensive, in your opinion.

“No, I couldn’t,” you tugged on your fiancé’s arm.

“Yes, you can. Besides, I already have a reservation,” he objected.

“Fine but you can’t make me waste your money,” you snapped.

“You’re not wasting any of my money. You’re worth it, all of it,” he leaned down, gently kissing you.

The waitress behind the pedestal brought you to your seats. You had a perfect view of River Thames and Tower Bridge. You were also able to watch the the burst of pink and orange fill the sky as the sun set. 

You ordered the most affordable dishes they had. You’d gotten pearl barley risotto, which surprisingly was able to fill your stomach. Tom offered to get dessert but you denied. Obviously, he thought you were acting obnoxiously and bought it anyway.

“Ugh, I’m so full but it looks so good,” you groaned.

“It’s for you, darling. Dig in,” he pushed the dish towards you.

“You’re trying to stuff me,” you argued but tasted the chocolate and toffee tart. “Fuck, it’s good,” you moaned as you took another bite of it.

“I told you,” he smirked, receiving a roll of your eyes.

Tom drove back home with an overstuffed you. You felt sick from all the food that was contained in your stomach. You complained to him multiple times on your ride back. He only laughed at you and ignored your complaints.

You stepped out of the car, stretching with a sigh. You were able to digest most of the food on the long drive. Tom unlocked the door, and you rushed in to the warmth. On the counter, there were a dozen of roses with a small note attached to it: Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Tom

Then, the events from the night before came rushing back into your mind.

“That’s true, but who works their arse off to impress you and make you feel loved? Who bought you a dozen of roses and a promise ring to show their dedication?” He teased, poking at your sides. 

“Oh my god! How did I forget?” You groaned.

Tom looked at you, confused, “What?”

“You told me about your gifts last night, but this morning, I forgot about it completely,” you face-palmed.

“Really? I thought you remembered, that’s why I was so stressed,” he explained.

“Well, I didn’t so it was a nice surprise,” you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

He pushed you against the wall, hips rubbing against each other. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, and your hands were combing through his curls. His hands reached down to grab your ass. He squeezed it, gaining a moan from you.

He pulled away and breathlessly said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

You didn’t need to reply, he was already making his way to your shared room. He slammed the door locked behind him.

Surely the next morning, you would be sore, but that’s to care for later. For now, you’d enjoy it. The night was restless. There was no silence in the house all night

plank over me

a/n: i’m back and feeling healthier! it was just my period, oops... i have so many requests to start working on so bare with me and i’m going to have less time because i’m going to have more and more school work now... i got the idea for this fic from tom felton who, by the way, was and still is hOT-- okay then, enjoy xx

warnings: mild smut, fluff, swearing, you’re a horny bitch

italics is your thoughts / inner dialogue 

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Over the quarantine, you and Tom found ways to stay fit. Tom was much stronger than you were, so your workout routines were quite different. Occasionally, you’d share an activity to do together. Tom suggested sit-ups with a kiss each time you sat up, a cliché trend.

You sat on the couch, scrolling through YouTube to watch random Harry Potter videos when you came across the video “Tom Felton Plank All Over Me.” Interested, you clicked on the video and thought it would be fun to try with your boyfriend.

You watched as Tom’s vein began to bulge out of his forehead and words became slightly rushed. You giggled to yourself when he fell on top of the interviewer. His hands reached down to tap on the side of the interviewer’s thighs. For once, you felt jealous of an interviewer.

I’d let him plank over me any day, you thought.

Tossing your phone beside you, you made your way to Tom who was already exercising. Luckily, he had only just begun to warm-up his body. 

Silently, you stood at the doorframe admiring your boyfriend’s bare torso and evident v-line as he stretched. He groaned as he leaned over, attempting to touch his toes. You clenched your thighs together, suddenly feeling a slick in between your legs. You tried subduing your arousal by rubbing your thighs together but it only made you elicit a whimper. Tom’s attention snapped over at the sound.

“Hello, darling, are you alright?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

“I’m great,” you smiled, “I just came to inform you that I found a cool little challenge we can try today.”

“Oh, really? What’s this challenge?” He moved towards you.

“Well, one of us are supposed to plank on top of the other person for as long as they can hold it for. We can still talk and kiss,” you blinked innocently.

He chuckled, “You don’t need to use this as an excuse to snog me, love.”

“I’m not trying to snog you! Besides, you’d be the one pouncing on me,” you replied bluntly.

“You’ve got a point there,” he placed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you to his chest.

“Do you wanna try it right now?” You asked, voice muffled.

“Anything you want, princess,” he pulled away.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, “I’ll go first because I’m not as strong as you.”

“Alright, then. Get on top of me,” he laid down on his back.

You climbed in between his legs and laid on his body, unwilling to plank.

“We haven’t even started, and I already regret this,” you whined.

“C’mon, darling,” he encouraged you, tickling your sides.

“Fine,” you groaned.

You rested your forearms beside his head, face inches away from his. You breathed slowly, trying to focus on using your core. You closed your eyes, relaxing your body.

“Darling,” your eyes snapped open. “I still want to talk,” the brunette laughed underneath you. He lifted his head off the ground to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

You gasped, feeling a tingling sensation in your stomach. You wanted to moan or cry out, but you were left breathless. You already felt your core starting to tighten and burn. 

“How are you doing up there? Feeling the burn yet?” Your boyfriend teased, noticing your stiff expression. You shook your head ‘no’ to prove him wrong, although your were suffering from the pain. 

How long had it been?

“You got this, darling,” Tom cheered you on.

You couldn’t hold your own weight anymore and plopped onto your well-built boyfriend. You were panting, arms limp beside him. You felt the vibrations of his chuckles tingling down your spine.

“As much as I enjoy you lying on top of me, I’d rather take that position,” he tapped your side, signaling you to get off.

“Ngh, Tommy, I don’t wanna move,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes and flipped you onto your back on the floor. He positioned himself above you just as you did and held himself.

“That hurt so much. I hate it. How do people even do that?” You cried.

“You just need more practice, love. I’m sure you’ll be able to hold a plank longer after some more training,” he replied with ease.

“I hate how strong you are. It’s like you’re unintentionally mocking me,” you complained.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he leaned down to kiss you.

Tom was able to hold himself above you for a lot longer than you could. The body heat coming from the both of you intensified your arousal, strangely. You were sure he was trying to provoke you because he would occasionally dip his hips to “adjust” himself but accidentally rub his crotch against yours.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore,” he strained out.

He gently dropped from his plank, smashing your lips together.

“I want you so much, right now,” he whispered against your lips.

“Then take me,” you replied breathlessly.

His hands tangled into your hair, roughly kissing you. His hips ground against yours, thrusting your crotches together.

“Please, Tommy,” you moaned, bucking your hips in the air for more friction.

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please fuck me. I need you in me. Please,” you begged mercilessly.

“My pleasure, darling.”

graduation reward

a/n: sorry for not writing actual fics but i promise i will post tomorrow, i just had to take a couple of tests these days and i’ll also have another test tomorrow morning, which is why i’m posting this... y’all, i’ve gotten so many requests that it’s making me procrastinate so i’m so sorry for not writing :(

warnings: sexual content, swearing

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Y/N *slams laptop shut*: thank fuck! i’m finally done with college.

Tom *gives you a chaste kiss*: congrats, darling

Y/N *sighing*: now you can have me whenever you want

Tom *turned on*: oh?

Y/N *flustered*: i-i meant like-- not sexually... butyoucanifyouwantto!

Tom: calm down, love, i know what you mean *chuckles* but i think you deserve a reward for graduating college

birthday sex

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

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

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

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

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

“Just like that, darling,” he breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tommy, please,” you gasped.

“Who?” He teased.

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

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

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

“Since you asked so nicely...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like that?”

You nodded, eyes screwed shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Round two?” He smiled at you.

nothing can go wrong | teaser

a/n: i have an idea for a series!!! i’ll be working on all of your requests as well, but i’m going to work on this series too... enjoy this hopefully decent teaser xx

pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader

warnings: one swear word, that’s all

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! teaser | pt.1 !

Students around you began packing their bags and leaving the room. You hadn’t noticed seeing as you were adding extra detail to your notes. 

“Y/N?” Your professor’s voice caught your attention.

“Yes, ma’am?” You asked while fumbling to put your supplies away, assuming she was kicking you out.

“Do you mind staying here a little longer? I have something to ask you and another student of mine,” she explained.

You immediately tensed, “O-Of course.”

You never got in trouble before. You thought back to anything you could’ve done that would’ve ticked her off but nothing came to mind. Your anxiety caught up to you, and you dropped in your seat, breathing heavily and eyes watering. Then, another idea popped in your mind. It could be something good. Maybe you were getting promoted to a higher level class.

You tried relaxing while you waited for half an hour, writing more notes and working on your homework. You were able to drown out the thought by giving your work all of your concentration.

The door opened and slammed shut. Your head snapped at the sound.

A tall brunette came strutting in, hands in his jean pockets, hair loosely flopping on his head. His arms defined with muscles. The white shirt he wore was loose and thin, showing off his well defined abs. His jawline sharp enough to cut you.

You recognized the biggest fuckboy and the leader of the most well-known fraternity, Sigma Omicron, on campus. You immediately looked away from him to continue your work.

“Ah, Tom, you made it! Perfect. Please, have a seat,” your professor spoke. “Y/N, you might want to move closer to us,” you looked up at her and flushed with embarrassment but nodded. “Alright, well I haven’t told you why I asked the two of you here today, but I have a proposal to make.”

You gave her a raised brow with suspicion. Beside you, Tom looked as if his soul wasn’t in his body.

“Here me out. Tom, you are failing my class while Y/N,” she smiled at you, “you are the best student I’ve ever had.”

By now, you had caught onto what she was proposing. It seemed as if Tom did as well because he was glaring at the professor with his arms crossed.

“So I was wondering if you,” she looked at you with pleading eyes, “could tutor Tom.”

“Do I even get a say in this?” Tom spoke up.

“You do, but if you don’t want to take my class again next year, I’d take up on this offer. Y/N here can surely help you boost your grades.”

You considered but the thought of the jealous girls attacking you and him flirting with you made you shudder.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll give you extra credit,” she begged.

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

“She should be able to make her own decisions without you begging her, professor,” he said cheekily.

Your jaw dropped, leaving your mouth agape. You couldn’t believe he talked back at a professor.

Feeling empathy for your professor, you replied, “I’ll do it. I’ll also take those extra credit points.”

“Thank you!” She chirped happily before regaining her composure, “I trust you know what you’re teaching, and Tom, don’t scare her away.”

He rolled his eyes, “If that’s all, can I go now?”

You gave him a judgmental side-eye which he chuckled at.

“Yes, you may go,” she dismissed the both of you.

By the time you finished packing, Tom was nowhere to be seen. You hadn’t scheduled your first class yet, so you now needed to chase him down.

You saw him walking away, hands still stuffed in his pockets.

“Tom! Wait up!” You called after him, rushing on your feet.

His head snapped at the mention of his name. He stopped in his place.

“What do you want?” He groaned.

“We need to schedule our first session. When are you available?”

“Already preparing our first date?” He smirked, rewarding himself with a glare from you. “All week, darling. I prefer we take lessons on Wednesday, though,” he said seriously.

“Alright. Let’s meet at the library this Wednesday at 4 P.M. Bring a notebook and pencil. See you then,” you scattered away before he could reply. 

The less time you spent with him the better. As long as you avoided him as much as possible, nothing could go wrong.

Right?

! next part !

deal | ncgw pt.1

a/n: first part of nothing can go wrong is out! hopefully this satisfies you guys, i personally love these kind of fics, though i don’t support it in irl relationships,,, i just love the angst :)... enjoy my loves xx

pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader

warnings: swearing, i’m ashamed of this part one :( hopefully you guys like it

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! teaser | pt.1 !

Wednesday came faster than you wanted. How could days pass by so quickly?

You had already planned an entire lesson plan for him for the month, seeing as you didn’t have much to do other than study. You squeezed as much as you could into one days of work. You didn’t plan on working with him for longer than 4 weeks.

You sat in the library, chin resting in the palm of your hand. It was 3:47 P.M., only 13 minutes before Tom’s lesson. You constantly looked around for the familiar brown curls but wasn’t successful. In the extra time, you pulled out your notebook, pencils and eraser, and textbook. You neatly sorted them onto the table. You checked your watch once again.

4:01 P.M.

You sighed. He was late. This wasn’t much of a surprise, more of a disappointment. You didn’t want to stay here any longer. You wanted to go back to your dorm and read in the comforts of your bed. 

The seat ahead of you was pulled out and you looked up.

“You’re late,” you stated bluntly.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Sorry for having a life.”

“I have a life, but unlike you, I have to be financially stable to live.”

“I’m not spoiled, y’know?” He glared at you.

“Of course not,” you smiled bitterly. “Anyways, let’s get started. I don’t want to be here as much as you.”

You flipped the textbook open and began your lesson. You realized that his attention span was shorter than a 10 seconds, well that is when it comes to education, or maybe it was just you. 

You handed him a list you had made him, “Your homework. I want to see all of it completed the next time we meet or I will assign more the next time,” you said sternly.

You rushed out of your seat and away from him as quick as possible, avoiding his complaints. You were relieved when you realized he hadn’t come after you. You could finally go back to your dorm and relax.

Tom stayed back in the library gaping at the list of homework you assigned him. 10 pages and about 250 questions in total. He mentally cursed at you.

He exited the library, list crumpled in his jean pocket. 

“Hey, Tommy,” Tristan hopped out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Tom’s shoulders. “Whatcha doing in the library? Ran out of girls already? Scoping out your next fuck?”

“Fuck off, mate,” Tom smiled, pushing his friend off of him, “McGonagall forced me to take extra lessons in her class or she’d fail me. Bitch,” he spat.

“Who’s the tutor?” The caramel haired boy teased.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Nobody important. She spends most of her time cooped up in her dorm, anyways.”

Tristan thought back to any girl who left the library before Tom and one particular girl popped into his mind.

“Was she wearing a college t-shirt tucked into jeans shorts?” Tristan asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Tom’s brow furrowed. Was his friend stalking him?

“Saw her leaving earlier. Seemed like she was in a rush,” he replied, lost in a train of thought.

“Okay...” Tom trailed, not knowing what to say. A smirk shone on Tristan’s face as he looked at Tom, raising Tom’s suspicion, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I have a,” he thought for a second,” a proposition to make,” Tom nodded, signaling him to continue, “Get your tutor to fall in love with you. You have to get her into bed with you. Then, when she’s in deep, break her heart.” A sinister smiled rested on Tristan’s face.

“What do I get if I succeed?” A bet. Tom never lost, especially when it came to girls.

“You stay leader of the frat,” Tristan smirked.

“What’s in it for you?”

“I take your place as leader. I’ll even slip in $500 if you fuck her at least 3 times, but as long as you fuck her once it’ll be fine, you just won’t get the money,” he informed the brunette.

Tom smiled. This was too easy for him. Besides, he was too egotistical to give up this bet. If he denied it, it would make it look like the infamous frat leader had become soft.

“Deal.”

! next part coming soon ! 

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oral lesson

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

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

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nsfw under the cut

“Kiss my neck,” you mumbled.

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

“Bite me,” you breathed.

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

“Hold me down.”

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

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

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

“Make me moan,” you voiced shakily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feel good, love?”

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