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[no-no-notorious-recommends]

after hours│t.h

pairing: professor!tom holland x reader 

words: 6.9k (hehe nice)

warnings: swearing, PURE FILTH, sir kink, rough sex, masturbation (male & female), exhibition kink if you squint, spanking & sort of public sex.

summary:  It’s wrong, y/n tells herself. She can’t help it though. She can’t help fantasising about him. At the other end of the class, Tom tells himself to stop staring at her. It’s creepy, he thinks. Neither one knows of the mutual pining that is until tension bubbles over. 

a/n: I’m back bitches! I’m still a fucking sinner and this is such a cliche, I’m so so sorry

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y/n sat at the desk. Her eyes never left Mr. Holland. Her attention never left the way the veins in his arms bulged when he picked up the massive textbook, never left his perfectly gelled hair and how it sat atop his head like it was crafted to from the day he was born. Perhaps I should start typing the notes that were on the board, she scowled to herself.

She feels dirty, almost ashamed of her crush on him. She hates herself for falling into a stupid cliché that had been so easy to avoid all these tireless years. y/n doesn’t know why she has gone back to a love-sick teenage girl fantasising about a boy who she’ll never even get to touch. A boy that so out of her league, he wouldn’t even had the faintest idea that she exists. That doesn’t stop them though. y/n still finger fucks herself to an orgasm that no boy has been able to give her in her 24 years of life, all the while wishing it was his cock instead of her fingers. If Mr. Holland knew what she did to herself under the influence of him and his stupidly handsome face, he would be disgusted. This she knows for a fact.

This isn’t what she thought she would be doing, in all honesty. She is a semester away from graduating and she never wanted to be stuck in a perpetual state of wanting someone so unattainable it’s not uneasy, it’s borderline unethical. She truly believed she would have ancient married professor that sound like their legs deep in their coffin. Instead she got a literal Greek God as her Psych professor.

She knows that she’s not the only one of course. y/n has met 10 other girls in her class that probably write god awful poetry about Mr. Holland’s liquid bronze eyes. She can’t blame them, if she could write shitty poetry about him, she 100% would. y/n not angry either, she knows out of the 120 students (110 of whom are girls), are probably all in the same predicament. She sometimes gets dirty looks from them when Mr. Holland address her by her first name.

Perhaps that’s something she should consider; he calls her y/n not Miss y/l/n or just simply Miss. It’s different, it’s endearing and when he has a raspy voice, it’s so fucking hot.

“y/n,” a voice called out, she shook herself out of her haze, “are you still with us?” Mr. Holland was no standing over her. His cologne surrounding her, intoxicating her. y/n gulped softly before turning her eyes to his.

“Yes, sorry sir,” y/n replied quickly, trying her hardest not to stumble over her own words or even let the blush run to her cheeks.

Mr. Holland smiled warmly, “that’s good, I need at least one of you listening,” the class erupting in laughter, “I would prefer it to be one of the brightest.” That though got them quiet. y/n sunk into her chair in embarrassment. The blush she had been fighting rose to the surface, making her even more adamant not to look up at him but alas she couldn’t.

In that small fleeting moment, she caught something in his eyes. She couldn’t define exactly what it was. Whatever it truly was, y/n knew teachers should not be looking at their students in such a way. It made her even more lightheaded with admiration.

The lesson continued on as normal for another hour. Mr. Holland described the outline for the next assignment, it seemed short and sweet. Write a 2-thousand-word essay on the effects of unintentional recreational drugs during early childhood. y/n had to laugh at the way Mr. Holland phrased it. It was as if he had never touch pot in his entire life, to be fair, y/n wouldn’t be too surprised if he didn’t. Most of the girls in his class groaned at the mere mention of actual work and not an hour and a half session of pure toe-curling orgasm material. Now that she thinks about it, that would be a wonderful way to spend her Wednesday mornings and Thursday afternoons.

Of course, y/n was in another word during the last minutes of the lesson. Unable to focus on anything other than the hint of a tattoo peeking through the underlining of his shirt. She was working so hard to distinguish what it was that she had completely missed the end of the lesson and the dozens of people walking out.

“y/n, what exactly are you doing?” Mr. Holland’s voice asked above her. y/n almost jumped in her seat, but she stayed completely still. “This is the second time today, should I be worried?”

This though made her jump out of her seat. “No of course not sir!” She defended as she rushed to place her things away. “I was just off in wonderland today.”

“Are you sure there is nothing distracting you?” He asked.

Yes.

“No,” she replied hurriedly.

“You know you can tell me if something is,” he reassured her.

Yes, of course. Let me just tell you about how you are distracting me by always wearing the hottest casual suits every lesson and giving me the wonderful fantasy of tearing it off you.

“I know that, it’s just been my busy schedule,” y/n lied through her teeth. She’s a broke college student with hardly any friends or real other assignments. “I am just working really hard, you know?”

Yeah, working really hard to imagine you pounding me into next week!

With that last thought, y/n knew she needed to leave before she exploded with embarrassment and arousal right there in front of him.

“I just wanted to let you know that you are totally allowed to change the topic of the assignment if you feel like there is something that strikes a chord with you,” Mr. Holland smiled brightly.

Fuck! Did he have to look so gorgeous even when he’s trying to be dorky and supportive.

Mr. Holland noticed the shocked look upon y/n’s face and immediately retracted his statement, “I promise I won’t fail you, if that’s what your thinking.” He explained. “I really enjoy your work, you’re a gifted woman with a real talent and I don’t want to see it go to waste with my shitty assignment.”

y/n turned her attitude around. He was stumbling over his words. It was kind of cute and endearing, like everything he does. She smiled warmly at his compliment.

“Sir,” she spoke softly. It came out a lot mouseyer and somehow sexual than she would have liked but she refused to back out of her statement. “I can’t wait.”

She didn’t say another word but simply slung her back over her shoulder and made her way out of the class. Tom followed her figure in complete and utter shock. He praised whatever god watched over him for the small mercy that was having y/n’s back turned to him to witness his immediate blush cover his entire freckled face.

Tom never let his eyes leave her. He just watched her waltz right out of his classroom, he bit his lip at the sight of her perfectly cupped ass in her jeans. Through-out the entire lesson, all he could think about is how her tits would bounce as his dick thrusted up into her little cunt. Just the thought made his cock spring to life.

He stared up at the clock. He had to be in another lecture in 10 minutes, he had to teach another round of student without her pretty face in it in 10 bloody minutes. Sadly, it wasn’t enough time to imagine cumming over her said face. He fidgeted until his painful erection was safely hidden.

God, you are such a fucking creep, Holland. He thought to himself.

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y/n really didn’t want to be doing this.

She really didn’t want to have to walk to the library in a mini skirt she had when she went through her cringy hoe phase and a low-cut tank top she only really wore to bed at 8 at night. Luckily before she left, her roommate gave her a full can of pepper spray and a pocketknife. A handle tool for when you looked like a prostitute.

She had no choice. It was laundry night and she had to get her assignment out of the way, or she would never finish it in time. She wanted to kick herself for letting laundry night fall on the only night the library stayed open until midnight. It was a perk for sure but not when you had nothing to wear but pink neon rags.

y/n pushed open the library door and relieved herself of the anxiety of being abducted by the greeting of Harry. He looked familiar but she couldn’t pinpoint where she had seen his face before.

“What cha doing here?” he shouted. Quite contradictory for a librarian. y/n grinned when she saw his dorky face at the counter. That is until he caught wind of her outfit, or lack thereof. “Got a late shift at the strip-club after this?” Her face fell.

“I hate you,” she played along, her arms slumping on the cold desk. y/n looked around the library. It was basically empty, with the exception of the middle-aged teacher grading a stack full of papers. Poor bastard, y/n thought. “Got one for me?”

“You’re going to get me fired if I do this again,” Harry huffed, he banged his head against the keyboard in frustration.

“This is the last time,” y/n explained, “I pinkie promise.” She lifted her hand over the counter and waved her pinkie finger in Harry’s face. He stared up her than move his eyeline to her finger now just touching the tip of his nose. He groaned loudly as he took her finger in his.

“There is a ton of empty booths, choose one and don’t make a sound,” Harry told her angrily, y/n simply clapped her hands in celebration and skipped off. She chooses the booth in range of Harry, in hopes that maybe he will distracted her and she won’t have to do her work because she’s too busy goofing off.

y/n dropped her stuff in a huff. Her back slumped into the curve of the chair and the desk covered her body happily. She placed her earphones in and played her favourite study music. She was in absolute heaven.

The assignment was kicking her ass, but she was determined to do it. Mr. Holland seemed genuinely excited for what she would write about if she did decide to change the topic. Now though she’s regretting not letting Mr. Holland’s hopes down.

She could find hardly anything online and even if she did it was by some random SJW on Tumblr. That’s what lead her here tonight. In hopes that maybe some privileged white asshole with a degree would have some sources sighted to help her. Unfortunately, she was having trouble with that too.

It was now 11:30pm. She had been at this god forsaken table for two and a half hours now in an endless pursuit of bullshit. y/n had half a mind to give up and just suck his dick for the grade like other girls would in this situation. y/n had to remind herself though, she is a gifted woman with a real talent that should not be wasted on something shitty to please the masses. Did she just quote Mr. Holland?

She caught eyes with Harry in her block, who had two pencils stuck up his nose in an attempt to cheer her up. It did for the most part. y/n wanted to play along but it had seemed someone else had walked through the door at that very moment and Harry threw the pencils out. Harry’s face lit up with red upon the arrival of this mystery person. y/n was interested in who this mystery person was. That is until she saw his face.

Mr. Holland walked up to the library desk in a fit of laughter. His hands smacking the counter and his face contorted in a wide smile. y/n instantly ducked under the table. She could faintly hear their conversation. It just sounded like muffled words until her name popped up.

Jesus Christ. Not now. Not tonight. Why of all night to run into his must it have to be tonight. Maybe I should make a run for it now, bust out of the wind-

“I know you’re under there y/n,” Mr. Holland’s voice sung above her. It was too late now. Any escape plan that her mind frantically tried to rationalise was long gone by this point. Slowly, y/n retreated from her hiding spot to face him. He had his normal outfit of a tight t-shirt paired with a decorative tie and slightly lose pants. This time though he had a long burgundy coat draped over his shoulders. He looked like a painting. y/n smiled sheepishly.

“Hi,” she said simply. Regaining her seat from before and fully appearing in front of him. “I had no idea you would be here this late,” she tried with conversation.

“Harry’s my brother, I have to drive him home before leaving myself and he just wanted to work the late shift tonight,” Tom laughed to himself and he turned around and waved at Harry. His brother waved back guiltily. “You know, I could say this same to you,” he smirked at her.

“I am working on your assignment, sir,” y/n responded quietly. Tom’s eyes lit up at that and he rushed to snatch the papers off her desk and into his hands. Much to the disapproval of y/n.

“Oh good, you’ve decided to change it,” Tom sounded almost relieved as if he trusted her judgement more than his own. Worse of it all, he decided to sit down next to her. Even taking off his coat, making his biceps bulge through his shirt. His eyes flicked through what she currently has. His eyebrows raised in shock, “I have to say, I was not expected you to decide to do something about the female orgasm and its effect on the psyche,” his voice was an octave deeper than usual. y/n could feel her arousal building.

y/n couldn’t decide if he was just being friendly or if he was trying to send a deeper message. Either way, she decided to take action. “Well, with the number of women being unsatisfied I thought it was an appropriate topic,” she snatched the papers out of his hands, “but you wouldn’t know anything about women being unsatisfied would you sir?”

Tom sat there in astonishment. His cock stiffened against the restraints of his jeans, he has only been in her vicinity for 5 minutes and already she has him hard as a rock. It was times like these that he wished he could just leave all his determination to fuck her over this very desk at the door. Regrettably, he couldn’t.

“Well, that just ruins the surprise,” y/n sighed delicately. Her fingers flicking through the pages of her useless book. “Either way, the resources are complete shit,” this time her sadness was real, and Tom snapped out of his lust-ridden haze.

“Did you really expect a man to know mostly everything of something that is so cardinally female?” Tom smirked as he closed the book on her and pointed to the photo of a wrinkled old man. He was the author of a stupid book and to be fair, he looked like he would write this type of book as well.

“Damn, I knew I was doing something wrong,” y/n hissed. She had been spending her entire night trying to piece together information from a man who can only give her half the story.

“The book on the top shelf is one on the chemical effects of orgasming in females by a female,” Tom leaned in and whispered in her ear. His hot breath wafted of her skin; it was enough to send goose bumps over her entire body. y/n turned her head to face him, their lips inches away from each other. If they didn’t have Harry watching them like a hawk, they probably would be out of breath from lip-locking. Instead, y/n nodded and got up out of her seat, making sure to give him a stunning view of her tits through her tank top. He wanted to audibly gasp but kept in inside. It didn’t help with his situation downstairs any more than the last few minutes have.

Slowly, she walked over to the bookcase. Her eyes scanning the endless rows and she made sure Tom had enough time to enjoy the deep red thong underneath her skirt. Finally, her fingers coiled around the book and brought it down to her. Tom couldn’t believe his own eyes. He was so under her spell. The way her top hugged her curved and let his eyes completely drink in her breasts. How her skirt was pulled up to her waist, allowing the flushed skin of her ass to be visible to him. He wonders how a woman like her even exists and yet she takes a seat next to him, absolutely unaware of his throbbing manhood. Begging to be touched by her, to be taken by her, by anything to do with her.

“Thank you, sir,” she almost purrs to him, Tom’s struggling to keep it together. He afraid the next thing to slip out of her flawless mouth, he’ll cum straight into his pants when he would rather cum into her.

“Anytime,” he responds just a dark before getting up. Hiding his clearly hard cock behind his briefcase. “I’ll see you in class?” He already knows the answer, but he just wants the last bit of assurance from her.

“Of course,” she smiled warmly. With that Tom basically books it, he’s frantically making sure he’s well-hidden as he quickly bends over the counter.

“I’ll come back to pick you up in 30, I forgot some paper work back in my office,” it’s so fast, Harry almost doesn’t have time to translate it before Tom’s out the door and rushing down the hall.

At one point, he basically running to get to his office. Feet tapping against the concrete as he continues to see nothing but flashing images of y/n. It blurs his vision and he’s so desperate. He considers using a spare supply closet but know he will only get complete privacy in his own office.

He finally gets there, after what seems like an eternity of running. He checks the hallways before entering. He drops all of his things at the foot of the door. He even has the decency to hang his coat upon the rack. Tom slowly walks over to his chair. It’s a rough leather material and usually he would refuse to do what he’s about to do in here, it will be stained with the memory but at this point. He got no fucks left to give.

He crashes down. His back hitting the material he hates so much. He doesn’t think he’s got time, but he still does it slowly. His belt drops next to his and he undoes the zip slowly and the cold air hits his dick. He hisses at the feeling but proceeds anyways. Tom pulls the rest of his jeans and boxers down his legs and kicks them across the room. His hand takes his dick, slowly rubbing the head. Imaging y/n’s fingers dancing over it, spreading the precum over. He uses his palm to envision her own stroking up and down in an even motion. He can’t help but moan. He can’t help but softly call out her name.

He so entranced that he doesn’t recognize the following light footsteps approaching. He’s so into her non-existent touch that he doesn’t hear the door peacefully squeak open. He’s so in love with the feeling he doesn’t feel y/n walk around the room to get on her knees in front of him.

She’s in glory of his movements. Watching him stroke his much bigger cock than her masturbation version has her in a hurry to get her own panties off her body and across the floor. She’s sure she’s dripping onto the wood below but she does have single care in the world. Tom has his head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand starts to speed up, that’s when y/n decides to go for the kill. She licks a long strip up his shaft. Her hands stabilizing him by placing them atop his bare thighs.

Tom almost jumps out of his chair. He had no idea she caught him in the middle of something so vile and wrong. Better yet, she had caught him with the tip of his dick around her perfectly glossed lips. He doesn’t get to say another word before y/n’s hands begin massaging the bottom of his manhood. It’s slow to begin with, it’s almost if she’s easing him into it. Her cheeks hollow out to allow his length into her warm mouth. It’s incredible. Tom can’t help but buck his hips up into her throat causing her to gag slightly. It’s a sound he wants more of.

His hands ball her hair into his fist. With the faster her movements become, the harder he fucks into her mouth. They sync up almost instantly. One of y/n’s hands leave his cock to fuck herself. Tom’s mesmerised by the way her fingers act as a replacement for his dick. He’s certain he’s not going to last much longer.

“I should be d-doing that,” he whispers through grunts. y/n lifts her head to smile at him, still letting her free hand jerk and pull bringing him closer the edge.

“I know,” she responds, just as quiet. Her mouth reconnects but Tom quickly snaps his hips up into her. Her muffled moaning vibrated against his cock as he fucks her mouth. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever done. He tugs and pulls at her hair, y/n’s edging him on. She’s exquisite, it’s like she’s mastered this and has allowed him to chance to feel how fucking beautiful her little mouth can be.

Like it’s effortless, he comes. Without any warning, he is shooting hot stream of cum into her mouth, filling it up. Tom swears he’s seeing stars but can’t bring him to call out her name but instead bites down on his hand so hard he’s afraid he’s drawn blood.

y/n releases him from her mouth and is from an actual porn Tom spent his teenage years watching, his cum leaks from her lips and falls down on the curves of her tits. It’s a sight he was to remember forever. He wants to grab his phone and click so he will get to look at her covered in his cum for the rest of his life but alas, he’s still regaining his bearings.

“Tastes better than I would have expected,” y/n giggles as she brings the liquid back up to her lips and swallows. There is no way this woman gets better; he thinks to himself.

“Sweetheart-,” he begins but she beats him to it, her gets back on her feet and plants a sweet kiss upon his lips. He can taste himself on her lips, it’s addictive.

“I wanted this,” it’s almost as if she read his mind. He doesn’t respond but he simply looks at her, his hand coming up to twirl a strand of hair that has fallen in front of her face.

y/n pulls away from him, walking over the pile of discarded clothes and bend to pick up her soaked underwear. She gives Tom a look, he’s so close he can smell her juices from his seat. Her pussy look like a paradise waiting to be exploded by him, but he keeps his hands to himself. y/n paced herself over to the coat hanger, her folded panties in hand. She places them in the left pocket with a devilish smile upon her face. Tom had now place their rest of his clothes back on and had joined her.

“I’ll get them back next lesson,” y/n grins. Tom nods quickly, their feet fumbling under her back hits his office door. She’s trapped in between him, he smells of pure sex but she’s committed to her idea. He bends down to capture her lips in his with a forceful kiss. It’s hungry and needy. She wants it so badly to give but she pulls away. “My roommate is waiting for me outside.”

“We’ll finish this,” Tom whispers as he opens the door for her. It sends shivers down y/n’s spine. It’s not a promise, it’s an order.

She grabs the rest of her things and heads off. Almost in a sick turn of events, Tom watches her bare ass strut away from him. Just like the last lesson, except this time all he can do is imagine him face fucking her. It’s a beautiful sight.

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The three days leading up to class where probably the slowest 72 hours both of them had ever experienced. A constant detail of pleasure from the night before. So when the fated day arrived, both parties didn’t know what to do. Tom debated just staying home, though he couldn’t deny he so desperately want just another taste. He thought, if he didn’t show up, all his guilty conscience of a student giving him the best head he’s ever had in his life would simply disappear and he would go back to being a normal teacher. y/n, too, thought of skipping this class for a completely different reason. Perhaps she had got a surge of confidence after hearing her professor call out her name while he touched himself or it could just be the pure scandalous nature of it all. Either way, she wanted to stay cooped up with a blanket while she watched him unravelled. No matter the psyche from the both of them, they went.

y/n stood outside the classroom for a good 20 minutes, unsure of what she should do. Should she go in now and fuck him in the small window or wait and play with his emotions? She hadn’t realised how fast the time had went until she saw other student’s start entering. It was now or never and unfortunately it was going to be now.

The room was smaller than y/n remember when she stepped in. It seemed more wide the last time she came in here. Of course, the last time she came in her, she hadn’t sucked Mr. Holland’s cock.

Her eyes landed on him in a matter of seconds. His back was turned to her as he wrote on the massive blackboard in front of him. y/n could see his muscles flex as he tried to reach for the duster above the board. She bit her lip as she thought of her nails digging into his back as he fucked her. It was a fantasy she had to push to the side.

Tom could practically smell her once she walked in. It was her normal perfume that had been intensified 10 fold. He refuses to turn around, afraid that if he did all his good heart nature would go out the window. Tom could hear the faint clinking of the heels of her shoes walk up the stairs. He so desperately wanted them to come right back down.

“Okay, as you know, you’re assignment is due in 2 weeks and this is going to be the only time I will answer your questions,” Tom’s voice boomed. He hadn’t got a lot of sleep since that night and he didn’t particularly want to do this but he considered himself a kind professor, so he had too.

He turned around and saw the entire class’ hands go straight up in the air. Including y/n, though hers was a little lower. Her eyebrow raised and a small smirk painted on her lips. There was no way in hell he was answer whatever question came out of those pretty lips. She looked even more exquisite than when he last saw her. A tight t-shit that had a stained 50’s logo on it and a pair of tight black jeans, he knew as soon as he spoke to her, he would loose all control on himself.

So he never did, constantly dodging her. Answering every single question, even if half of them were if he was married or worse if he was free Friday night. He will admit, seeing y/n get frustrated every time he passed her to talk to another young female student made him just that tad bit excited.

It was an hour and a half of pure tension. Sure, no one else in the class could feel it but they 100% could. She never felt more out of control and for some reason, she despised it. He kept ignoring her, kept refusing her, kept defying her. It was infuriating, that she wanted to take fate by the hair.

She waited, until every single soul had walked out of the door. She waited until the last gaggle of girls had finished their blabbering to Tom before she starting to strut down the stairs. Tom refused to meet her eyes even when he knew that’s all she did. Glare at him as she stomped past him desk to the classroom door. He heard it lock.

“I wanted to ask you a question,” she almost spat, “sir.”

Tom straightened himself before swivelled around to meet her. She was so livid with him but he knew deep down that all she wanted from him was to have the white chalk from the board rubbed up her back from him pinning her down.

“Fire away,” he responded exactly the same. She stared at him for a moment before strolling towards him. She made sure to swing her hips every other time. She noticed his eyes on her, finally she was getting somewhere.

y/n pressed her chest upon his heaving one. Her face lifting to meet his. They stayed like that for a good minute, just pondering. They listened to each other’s heats thumping against their rib cages. They both desperately needed this.

Never taking her eyes off him, y/n snaked her hand around the side of pocket of her coat, smiling once she found what she left. Her soaked red thong, it was a sight for sore eyes.

“I wanted to ask if I was every going to get payback?” she giggled softly. Tom knew she was playing a game but he had no idea which one it was.

“I don’t think I understand,” he stammered, she strutted away from him until she met the edge of his stainless desk. Her fingers gliding over the wood ever so slightly. She turned her head to look at him. She had a rawness in her eyes; lustful, a sinner’s stare. It would be a look Tom was never forget for the rest of his life.

y/n suddenly jumped on the desk. Her ass moving the papers to the side as she slowly started to unbutton her tight jeans. “I think you do,” it was almost a hiss but he only heard the desperation in her voice. “I want you to make me feel all the things you did that night.”

Tom almost fainted just with that until she dropped her jeans the floor. She had come to class without any underwear on and her wetness was dripping onto the desk. Tom was sure was in heaven but he didn’t want to believe it.

He got on his knees. His hands palming at her soft thighs. Tom didn’t need another incentive, he didn’t need another spur-on. Tom licked a single strip up her folds, y/n bit a moan back. It was like tasting ambrosia or doing cocaine for the first time. He needed more, so he went back in again, this time it was rougher. His fingers gripping at her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth as he devoured as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Her hands tangle themselves in his floppy curls, she tugs harshly on his scalp as he adds a finger into her warm entrance.

Tom’s never felt like this before but he doesn’t care. He’s sure people can hear her soft but frantic moaning from outside, but he doesn’t care. He’ll never look at his desk the same way but like everything else, he doesn’t fucking care. Tom curls his fingers in the perfect spot inside of her.

“Just like that,” y/n calls out, her hair now sprawled out on the desk. “I’m going to cum sir.”

Tom feels her walls contract around his fingers as he pulsing faster, her back arches and she trying so hard to force her cries back into her throat. It’s a sight he wants to from above, it’s a feeling he wants to feel inside of her. So, at the last minute, he retracts everything. His tongue leaves her throbbing clit and his finger, which are glistening with her slick, slid out of her.

y/n can’t hold back to whine that leaves her left from the loss of his god-like tongue and fingers. “What the fuck Tom?!” she’s angry with him, she wants to tell him off but before she can do it. One of his hands captures her wrist and slams them against the desk below her, pinning her to it. She whimpers at the sting of pain.

He’s right above her but she can’t see a single thing below her. “Look at me,” he tells her sternly, she does what’s she is told instantly. “You can’t talk to me like that sweetness,” y/n knows there is a venom behind his words even if she speaks in a melody. “I’m not your fucking boyfriend, you don’t call me that.”

Without any warning at all, he pounds right up into her. y/n almost spasms out of Tom’s grip from the wave of pleasure. Tom doesn’t move at all, he stays nuzzled inside her. It’s agonising, almost painful for y/n. Having his perfect cock not jamming into her tight cunt. It’s torture.

“You understand that?” he peppers kissed against the nape of her neck, she’s about to cry out, she’ll do anything. She nods her head frantically, hoping it’s enough. It isn’t. He keeps his hips locked tightly against hers. “Words, sweetness.”

“Yes,” she responds. She can feel him frown against her skin. He pulls right out of her and rams right back in, causing y/n to scream out in pleasure. “Y-yes sir,” she corrects herself and with that, Tom starts a pace. It’s slow and tantalising, he watches amazed at how her pretty folds swallow him up with every thrust. It’s magnificent.

He wants to savour this moment forever. He wants to fuck her brains out for every waking moment of his existence.

“Sir, go harder,” she moans below him. Her wrists bruised from his gripped, but the pain just only contributes in her overwhelming amount of pleasure. His thick cock is so much better than her fingers, no matter how many she adds.

Tom obliges and starts to really pound into her cunt. It’s raw and ruthless, he’s calling out her name now. “Fuck sweetness, you so bloody tight,” he purrs, y/n can’t respond through her chant of curses. “You’re little cunt was made for me, it was made for me to stretch it out.”

The dirty talk elevates her, y/n’s not sure how much longer she’ll last. His filling ever last inch of her. She can feel her tits bounce every time their skin collides. Her wrists are finally let free as he begins to clutch at her naked hips. It’s an experience she’s never felt. The sound of skin slapping and their combined gasping and cursing are the only thing she can perceive to hear. If there was a knock at the door, y/n knows she would have no idea about it.

Perhaps, it’s the pure excitement and morality of this whole situation that makes them both feel like they’re on cloud nine. Her arms snake around his waist, her hands move with every rough thrust into her. She’s gripping onto his back through the material of his tight shirt. Her nails clasping on the contracting muscles. She would have left his back red and sore if he didn’t have the damned t-shirt on to protect him.

“Fuck,” she curses as he started to hit an area inside of her, she never knew existed. “Just like that sir, I am going to cum,” she moans, her forehead against his. They lock eyes again, this time though there is no linger feeling of want or romance. It’s just sex. Dirty, hot, intense fucking.

She’s the first to come undone. The fire now transformed into a raging wildfire spreading across her entire abdomen. y/n throws her head back in ecstasy, her whole vision goes black and she has to bit down against her hand to stop and inevitable pornographic scream to jump out of her mouth. Her other hand clutches his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Tom follows shortly after, his thrusts become sloppy and erratic but never easing up. His cock twitches inside of her before he shots the hot white liquid all inside of her cunt. He pressed his lips against her as his attempt to stop his moan as well but he continues to call out her angelic name against her lips. Once, Tom pulls out of her, he watches in awe. The mixture leaks out of her hole and then pools on his desk. He’s so in love with this woman it hurts.

“I have never cum that hard in my entire fucking life,” she giggles, pulling her top down her flushed tits. As he too, starts to redress himself, he simply stares at her. Watches her retrieve her jeans from the floor and slip them up her bare ass. He spots her shove her panties back into his back pocket, not before she scribbles something down on a torn piece of paper.

“What are you doing?” he asked gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. She nuzzles her face in the crook of her.

“I’m giving you a reason to come make me dinner and then fuck me again,” she explains, “I put my address in there, so hopefully you can’t get lost.”

“You sure about this,” Tom asked hesitantly, y/n now swivelled around to face him. Her warm palm caressed his face.

“I wouldn’t have just done that if I wasn’t,” she places a soft, tender kiss to his cheek. “Make it a Thursday though, my roommate will be out on those nights,” she told him as he grabbed the last of her things and unlocked the door. Tom grins warmly as she makes herself presentable for the last time. “I would clean that up if I were you,” y/n laughed, pointing at the obvious mess all over his desk before quickly exiting.

As she wobbled back to her dorm, she wondered what article of clothing she should leave out on their next escapade.

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a/n: this is gonna flop, i just fuckin know it 🥴 anways i hope you enjoyed my fic that has ended my hiatus. see you (hopefully) soon 🥺

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dog days | t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.77k

Summary: Being a dog mom is tough. Having a busy schedule and feeling mom guilt is even tougher. So who are you to say no when your dog just wants to spend some time playing at the park, even if it is pouring down rain. It’s what dog parents do. Or at least just you?

A/N: So I have a half pitbull named Mia Bella and I think Tessa is absolutely cute and they’d make sweet friends and… this was self indulgence and it’s finest and I’m not even sorry about it.

It’s a little ridiculous, you suppose, while it’s managed to go from a light drizzle of rain to a torrential downpour and everyone else has completely left the park, you’re still out. Determined to get your pup the playtime she deserves, having felt guilty going into work on a Saturday morning. Most people are likely indoors right now, snuggled up with a warm cup of tea, watching their favorite series on Netflix. Meanwhile are absolutely chilled to the bone, but with your dog smiling up at you, tail wagging and tennis ball in mouth, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, maybe you would. An umbrella would be nice. You at least have an anorak on, and a cap to protect you from the onslaught of rain.

But your dog Bella comes back, scampering with glee and the biggest smile on her face. She drops the ball in the mud, proudly staring up at you. As a Staffordshire terrier, she’s unbelievably expressive. Her big doe eyes begging you to throw the ball and her cheeks widened in what can only be described as a grin. No other family dog you’d had as a child was ever as expressive as your own. She’s your furry best friend, and you had a million pictures on your phone to prove it. Dog mom stereotype completely fulfilled. And yeah, your trainers are soaked, and your jeans are clinging to your skin, but your baby is happy.

You smile and reach down to scratch behind her ears, before grabbing the ball lying in front of your feet. Before you can even lift your arm to throw, she’s off and running, trying to be ahead of the game and beat the ball before it gets where it’s going. You smile, because she always does this, and throw it anyways. You wait a few minutes, expecting her to come racing back as usual. But it’s a heavy downpour and your view is obstructed further by your position at the bottom of a slight incline and the presence of trees and now you’re panicking.

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take my hand and hold me close - tom holland x reader

“Night babe,” he whispered right before he pressed his lips against your forehead.  That was the last thing you felt before falling asleep. Wrapped safely in the arms of someone you adored.

This was just going to be a short little something, but it turned into a whopping 8K fluff piece. I hope everyone will like it as much as I have loved writing it! The biggest and most tremendous thank you to both @angelic-holland​ and @worldoftom​ for their encouragement and beta’ing on this. I owe them a whole lot.

Word count: 8.1K

Warnings: incredible amounts of fluff, some curse words & sexual content. 

Summary: What do you do when you’re wine drunk and doped up on cold medication and pathetically alone?You go online and order a cuddle buddy.What is a cuddle buddy you might ask? It’s a person who you can pay to come over to your home - or wherever else really, that will platonically cuddle with you for a limited amount of time. It varies between just an hour up to twelve hours. It all depended on how much you were willing to cash out from what you could gather.And let’s face it, you were single and alone, had been for a pathetically long time now and you just craved some form of human contact and closeness. You weren’t picky in how you got it, so what did you have to lose? Or gain?

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Two Lies and a Truth [Part 8]

uni student!tom holland x female reader

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Summary: After Tom didn’t return you finally get to talk to him. You didn’t expect the outcome, but maybe you should’ve.

Words: 2k

Warnings: ANGST, a little bit of a breakdown?, nothing else I think

A/N: I am so sorry. I’ll be breaking your hearts with this part. Though I’m super ready for all the angst that is coming. I’ve been waiting so long to finally post this part. aaahh. I hope you enjoy! I’d love to hear your feedback!!!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |  Part 6* | Part 7*

When there’s a knock at the door three hours after Tom had left you jumped out of bed to open the door quickly.

“Where have you been I’ve been worried sick. What-“ But it wasn’t Tom at your door. It was Kelly.

“Sorry, I forgot my keys.” She said apologetically as she squeezed inside the room while you were still standing at the door, dumbfounded. “What’s wrong?” She asked when she noticed that you hadn’t moved an inch since she arrived. Her voice pulled you from your thoughts and you closed the door again, twisting your hands into the hem of the oversized shirt you were wearing. 

“I had sex with Tom.” At that, Kelly’s eyebrows shot up. She looked excited for a moment but then her face fell.

“Why aren’t you jumping up and down in excitement right now? Was it bad?” 

You shook your head quickly. “It was amazing.” You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you remembered Tom’s touch. “But we were out of condoms and he said he was going to buy some and then be right back…But I haven’t heard of him since.” You sat down on your bed. And watched as Kelly took off her coat. “I’ve tried calling and texting but he doesn’t pick up or read my messages. I’m worried that something happened. It’s been three hours.” 

“Could you maybe call his friend? What’s his name..?”

“Harrison?” 

“Yeah! Maybe he knows what’s going on.” 

“I don’t have his number. And going over to their flat at almost midnight doesn’t seem like the way to go either. What if something happened to him? Or his family?” You started to tear up and Kelly was quick to sit by your side and pull you into her arms. 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Try again tomorrow. I’m sure there’s a simple explanation for this.”  

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Two Lies and a Truth [Part 7]

uni student!tom holland x female reader

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Summary: More truths, a play and an unexpected ending to an eventful day.

Words: 5k

Warnings: smut [fingering, sex], fluff, nothing else I think

A/N: Sorry this part is a week and a day late! I wasn’t really sure where I wanted to go with this part so I was a little stuck. I wanted to get this up for you yesterday but I had a migraine all day so I couldn’t finish writing it :( But it’s here now! I hope you enjoy and I’d love to hear your feedback!!! 

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“It’s about time we did this.” You said as you rummaged through the moving box that was still sitting in the corner of Tom’s room. “It’s been, what? Months? Since the first time I was in here and it still looks like you just moved in.” Tom shrugged and sat down on the floor next to you. 

“You seem to be the only one that’s so bothered by it.” He lightly nudged you with a small grin. You rolled your eyes and returned your attention to the contents of the box. The first thing you notice is a picture frame so you pick it up and turn it around. It’s a picture of Tom and his brothers, all of them wearing knitted Christmas jumpers. 

“Is that Paddy?” You point at the youngest of the four and Tom nodded. “He’s so big now. How are they?” It’s kind of ironic that Tom is the only Holland brother you’re in contact with now. After you decided not to return to Kingston whenever your parents were visiting, too afraid to run into Tom, your friendship with the twins slowly but surely dwindled away. 

“They’re good.” He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. “Why did you never tell them?” His brows were pulled together when he looked at you. 

“Tell them what?” You put the picture frame on the floor and turned a little towards Tom.

“The real reason why we stopped being friends. They always assumed we grew apart.”

You shrugged your shoulders in response. “I never really told anyone about it. Beth is one of the only people who know. I was embarrassed that I let my supposedly best friend run all over me like that.” You watched Tom wince at your words. “So I just let them believe that we grew apart.” You continue digging through the box until you spotted an item at the bottom that you never in a million years would’ve expected to be there. 

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Two Lies and a Truth [Part 6]

uni student!tom holland x female reader

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Summary: Tom takes care of you… in more than one way.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: smut [oral (female receiving), fingering], fluff, whacky hormones, period pain, nothing else I think 

A/N: Eeek! Okay, I’m a little nervous about this part because it’s the first time I’m posting smut that I didn’t write on a whim 😅 please please please let me know what you think. This chapter also contains that really cute scene I teased at a couple weeks ago :)

I hope you enjoy!

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With Christmas quickly approaching and the semester coming to an end soon, your shifts at The Roasted Bean had gotten busier. The small coffee shop was bursting at the seams and you were grateful you were sharing your work with Tom. While you were taking the orders at the counter he was working quickly to prepare all the drinks. When another wave of customers was taken care of and you didn’t have to take any orders you let out a breath. 

“Stressed?” Tom asked as he refilled the coffee beans in the machine.

“It’s fine. But I’m not gonna lie, I’m excited for this shift to be over.” You chuckled, running your hand through your hair. You looked around the cafe for a moment, every table was occupied by students cramming for the upcoming exams or people who were already doing their Christmas shopping.

“Why? You’ve got anything special planned?” Tom asked, a playful glint in his eyes while returning the box of coffee beans to its designated place.

“Yeah.” You nodded with a small smirk. “This really cute guy said he’s gonna cook me dinner tonight.”

“Oh really?” Tom walked over to stand in front of you placing his hands on each side of you on the counter. “Who’s he? Do I know him?” 

“You’re a dork.” With a roll of your eyes, you lightly shoved his shoulder but he just grinned at you, not moving an inch. 

“You’ll have to try harder than that, love” He planted a chaste kiss on your lips before pushing himself away from the counter and getting back to work, a little smile still adorning his features. You just shook your head, a smile of your own on your face. You watched him as he wiped off the counter, the muscles of his back moving underneath his tight black shirt. The fabric was tight around his bicep and chest and you bit your lip thinking about how he looked under that shirt. Ever since the two of you kissed for the first time a few weeks ago you had gotten the pleasure of seeing him without a shirt on multiple occasions. And you were definitely not mad at it. Though it was quite distracting in situations like this. You imagined running your hands over his skin, not noticing that Tom had moved next to you. His lips brushed the shell of your ear when he spoke.

“You need to stop undressing me with your eyes, Y/N.” He murmured, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “That’s not appropriate on the job.” You could hear the smirk on his face and you couldn’t help the heat that rushed to your cheeks. Nevertheless, you turned towards him with raised eyebrows.

“Neither is kissing me, yet I don’t see you holding back.” 

Tom cocked his head to the side at that. He had his arms crossed over his chest and you had a feeling that he was doing that on purpose just to tease you.

“Fair enough.” 

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Two Lies and a Truth [Part 5]

uni student!tom holland x female reader

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Summary: bonfire night and acting on your feelings.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: casual drinking?, so much fluff, nothing else I think [there will be smut in future chapters]

A/N: I hope you enjoy this part. It’s super adorable imo. :D It was a bit of a struggle to write though. I’m really excited for what’s to come in this series :)

The tags might not be working so a reblog would mean the world to me!

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“Do you already have plans for bonfire night?” Tom asked, tapping his pen against the table a few times. 

“Not really, no.” You replied as you leafed through one of your textbooks. The two of you had finished your shift about half an hour ago. “I think Kelly and Jordan are gonna watch the fireworks at Victoria Park but I didn’t want to be third wheeling so…I guess I’m just gonna stay home.” You shrugged your shoulders. 

“We could watch them together if you want?” Tom put his pen down and laced his fingers together on the table as he looked at you. “Haz and I are going to Victoria Park as well.” 

“Really?” You were surprised for a second. “I mean, yeah, of course. I’d love to.” A small smile made its way on your face and Tom’s features were quick to mimic yours.

“Great! Uh…I’ll text you so we can agree on a meeting place?” 

“Why don’t you just text me when you get on the tube and we’ll join you on the way?” You suggested and Tom agreed. 

Ever since you had spent the night at Tom’s place after his party the two of you had gotten closer. You didn’t really know what to think about it. You had only just restored your friendship with Tom but you knew that what you were feeling towards him was more than just friendship. Every hug you two shared you wanted to last longer. Sometimes you just wanted to hold his hand. But you refrained from doing so every time, not sure what he’d think about it. You found yourself wishing that Tom was asking you to go see the firework display as a date. But he had explicitly said that Harrison is coming, too. Certainly not a date. 

***

Following the throng of people towards the park, you kept close to Tom. Kelly and Jordan were walking in front of you while Harrison was on Tom’s other side, the two of them talking about an assignment that was due soon. The closer you got to the park the more people pushed their way around your group, causing you to be pressed up against Tom’s side. In an attempt to not be bumped around by even more people you grabbed Tom’s forearm with one hand. While still talking to Harrison Tom removed your hand from his arm and you thought he didn’t want you to hold onto him but instead, he placed your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. You stared at your connected hands for a moment. Despite the cold evening air around you, his hand was warm, and his thumb started absentmindedly rubbing the back of your hand. 

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Two Lies and a Truth [Part 4]

uni student!tom holland x female reader

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Summary: a party and a lot of hugs.

Words: 3k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk reader, nothing else I think [there will be smut in future chapters]

A/N: part 4 is hereeee. I don’t really know what to say except that I’m still super excited for this story and I hope you still enjoy it as well :) 

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The first time you had played Two Lies and a Truth with Tom, you were about eight-years-old. You had watched your older cousins play Two Truths and a Lie at your grandma’s birthday party and wanted to play as well. Your cousins wouldn’t let you, though, saying you were too young. So the next day when you were in the Hollands’ garden with Tom you introduced the game to him. But you had mixed up the numbers, turning Two Truths and a Lie to Two Lies and a Truth.

“So I just tell you two things that aren’t true and one thing that is?“ Tom questioned and you nodded eagerly, even though it was supposed to be the other way around. You didn’t know better.

"Hmm… Okay… ” He pondered for a moment. “Oh, I know! I think Christmas is stupid.” He raised one finger to count. “I love doing my homework.” Another finger was raised before he uttered his final statement with a huge smile “We’re gonna be best friends forever.“ It was obvious what his truth was. He loved Christmas and homework was always such a bore. You giggled as you looked at your best friend.

"Really? You promise?" 

“I promise.”

***

It’s been a long time since Tom had made that promise, and it’s been almost equally as long since he broke it. But you didn’t think of that in your intoxicated mind. 

“You’re still obsessed with that game, huh?” Tom said after you had made the suggestion to play. Without another word, you pulled both Kelly and Tom to where Jordan and Ryan were standing, making quick introductions before explaining the game.

“But isn’t it supposed to be Two Truths and a Lie?” Jordan wondered. Before you could answer Tom did.

“Yeah, but we’ve been playing it like this since we’re kids because someone…” He pointed at you. “Remembered the rules wrong.” 

You rolled your eyes and pushed him lightly. “It’s way more interesting to hear what lies people come up with anyway. And the drinking part came later, just to clarify that. We didn’t drink as eight-year-olds.” You chuckled. “Okay, it’s as simple as it sounds.” You looked at your three friends who haven’t played before. “I’ll start with an example. The Little Mermaid is my favourite Disney movie, working at The Roasted Bean is boring and…uh, I hate reading.” 

“Oh, that one’s easy, your favourite Disney movie is Lady and the Tramp so that one’s obviously a lie.” Tom exclaimed. “Wait…do you really think working at The Roasted Bean is boring?” his eyes went wide as he watched you. 

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Two Lies and a Truth [Part 3]

uni student!tom holland x female reader

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Summary: Bonding over coffee and study notes + a party.

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, nothing else I think [there will be smut in future chapters]

A/N: I’m so excited for you to read Part 3! We finally get a little bit more from Tom and it got way longer than expected so I hope you enjoy! This is actually my favourite part of the series so far :)

Oh and thank you so so so much for 400 followers 💕

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During the rest of your first week, you made more discoveries concerning Tom. Some more surprising than others. One of the less surprising ones being that you shared another class with him. He sent you a friendly smile when he entered the classroom for Approach and Analysis on Wednesday morning, but sat down next to a guy with dark blond hair, greeting him with a clap on the shoulder. 

You were glad that he decided not to sit with you. You were still wondering why he did so in the other class. Yeah, he wanted to apologise, he could’ve done that and sat somewhere else, though. Anyway, not having him nearby meant that you could actually concentrate on what was going on in the class. 

On Thursday you decided to check out the coffee shop that was closest to the student residence. Upon entering The Roasted Bean, you made your second discovery, this one did actually surprise you. Behind the counter stood Tom, a burgundy coloured apron around his waist as he prepared a coffee. It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected him to be working. His parents had always supported the idea of Tom and his brothers earning some extra money. So Tom had taken on a small job pretty early on. But you just didn’t see him as someone who works in a coffee shop.  

“Hey, Y/N!” He greeted you with a surprised smile. Returning it with one of your own you scanned the menu for something to drink.

“Is there anything you can recommend?” You asked him, biting the insides of your cheeks a little. How were you supposed to choose something when there was so much they offered?

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Gone Wild {t.h.}

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: One thing was certain–you were one hell of a P.A.

Word Count: 2,154

Warnings: smut, swearing, oral (m/f receiving), friends w/ benefits, questionable professionalism at best, a little angsty

A/N: here i am - i’m back lol. take this lil diddy as my foray back into writing. fine line part 3 is coming soon. if you enjoyed, please reblog it means a lot <3

shoutout to @angelic-holland​, @hollandraul​, and @farfromhaz​ for helping me with this 

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [eleven]

Warnings: implied smutish themes, language, family pressure, mentioned money use from a parent, date night tings, using someone else’s house??, blindfolding, talk of marriage & family

Word Count: 5,910

Author’s Note: So I’ve decided to desert teasers and I’m trying to use moodboards but I blow at them haha. Since the last part of this series, I’ve started school again so writing is kinds not really back burner stuff. Lemme know what you think, as always :)

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [ten]

Warnings: smut (18+), brief oral (both male & female recieving), mention of STDs, language, family issues, minor familial fighting, reassurance, lil bit of crying

Word Count: 7,258

Author’s Note: So not at all am I trying to say Dom is an asshole haha. This was going to be my main conflict but I’ve gone a different route so this is how I portrayed it. But if there are issues with parents in your life that sets you off maybe this isn’t the best piece to read??? Idk. Anyways, enjoy :)

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [nine]

Warnings: minor sexual mentions, language, alcohol, minor disputes like yelling, family issues, Christmas & New Year’s, lil bit of partying, brief mentions of teasing Tom cause of the ears, mentions of Tommo baby pictures & starting a family, jokes about new year’s resolutions

Word Count: 4,749

Author’s Note: So this us kind of a filler chapter and I don’t really like it but it introduces what’s to happen in upcoming chapters so just bare with me. Also, I realize it’s been like two weeks since Christmas and New Years, I’m behind haha. Anyways, lemme know what you think and add yourself to my taglist if you want to be notified of future updates :)

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [eight]

Warnings: smut in the beginning (18+), male receiving oral not crucial to the story, lil praise kink, language, cuteness, a little bit if good old parental fighting but its light hearted, talk of previous relationships

Word Count: 6,164

Author’s Note: So this chapter doesn’t involve actual Christmas, and I think I’ll just kinda brief over it in nine, but I do enjoy this chapter and I hope you guys do too. Lemme know and add yourself to my taglist if you enjoy :) 

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Always, Yours 4

Boys Will Be Bugs

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: boys are in fact bugs, a little angsty but fluffy as well :)

Summary: Tom betrays your trust, is there a way he can make it up to you? 

Song I listened to while writing this: Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown

A/N: As always, I would love your thoughts about this chapter and series, and I love hearing from y’all even if it’s just a smiley face… happy sunday! <3

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Always, Yours 3

Practice Kisses and Broken Promises

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: kissing, a little bit of angst and of course, broken promises 

Summary: You make a promise to Tom, but is it worth keeping? 

Song I listened to while writing this: Would You Be So Kind by Dodie

A/N: Thanks for all the comments on the last few chapters! I hope you all enjoy and if you can hit ‘like’… you can hit the ‘reblog’ button! 

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Always, Yours 2

Train Tracks and Hidden Butterflies

Warnings:  fluff, mentions of therapy, mentions of bullies, fluff again

Summary: You show Tom the hidden world of overgrown grass and train tracks. 

Song I listened to while writing this: I’m Only Me When I’m With You by Taylor Swift

A/N: thanks for the love on the last two parts! please let me know what you think of this series so i’m motivated to continue working on it :) if you can hit the like button, you can hit the reblog button! 

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