#frat!tom holland smut blurb

[soraphic]

i haven't proofread this one yall be kind:(

the night air was stickily humid,the kind of weather that warranted open windows and skimpy night dresses. the kind that lured a certain spider back into your home,breaking many personal vows to just leave you alone. you had kept the room empty,dark,only dimly lit by the reflective light of the moon casting shadows through the lace curtains you'd left open - an invitation to his presence. it was a way of making him comfortable,even with the colourful chrome shielding his identity,the darkness just made him feel that bit more safe.

your thin sheets had been thrown to the side,only barely tickling your ankles as you watched him. your dark hair strewn over your shoulder,lipstick smudged and the spaghetti straps of your teasingly thin,black nightdress falling over your shoulders.

he breathed deeply,lips parting against the mesh of his suit as you ghosted yours over his. you were used to the retroreflective eyes of his suit,you almost felt as if you could see through them now. like you could see into him,past his physical appearance underneath the mask.

you ran a finger teasingly under the edge of the mask,bunching it around your fingers as you lifted it slightly. his breathing was steady,fingers gripping at your plush hips as you straddled him,giving you unadulterated control over him. you left it to rest just over his nose,revealing his almost paper-thin lips to you,pouted and swollen. you ran a thumb over the dip of his cupids bow,unusually defined. you rubbed gently at the almost lack of stubble decorating his top lip,biting back a smile at how new york city's spider-man was a boyish youth who could barely grow facial hair. your fingers were curled around his jaw,the deep red of your nails mixing with the ghostly pale of his skin,a perfect match to his costume. "what do you look like?" it was almost a whisper,your eyes trained on the big,white of his suit as if you could make contact with him that way.

he breathed deeply,"you know i can't,it wouldn't be--"

"no," you cut him off,leaning to press a wet kiss to the piece of fabric just above his cheekbone,"i don't want you to show me. just tell me."

he was dumbfounded for a moment,wetting his lips as he stared at you. what difference would a description make? after-all,you still wouldn't actually know.

"tell me,spider." you cooed,running your lips along his cheek,"what is it? big,brown eyes?" you moved to press a kiss to the tip of his nose,"a piercing blue?",another kiss to his eyebrow,"green?" you made contact with his eyes,pulling back slightly as if to ask him to answer you.

"brown,the first one."

you hummed at this,continuing to trail your lips toward his ear,wrapping them around the shell over his mask. "my favourite."

your declaration had him almost hopeful. "what about your hair?"

"it's also brown," he started,moving his head to try and chase your lips again,growing bored of you suckling at his clothed ear. "i guess you could say curly."

you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips,just to satiate him for the moment. "just my type,bug."

he let a breathy chuckle pass,one that had your ears pricking and your eyes flicking up to his face,not that you could really see his expression,anyway.

"you got any freaky birthmarks?"

"no." he sounded almost offended at the question.

"scars?"

"not any that you haven't already seen."

you hooked a leg around his waist,teasingly slow as you curled inwards,pulling him toward you. you leaned back on your elbows,making a complete show of the movement and showcasing your accentuated cleavage to him,the straps of your thin nightgown dangerously low.

"easy." he warns,conscious of the blaring city that needed to be patrolled just outside your window.

"what? afraid you might overstay your welcome?" the smirk you wore was sickly,it rattled peter so much he felt like his bones were overheating,pushing any kind of feelings beyond pure,animalistic attraction down before he even had chance to indulge.

"'thought i was always welcome,baby." he said it like a statement,leaning down to slot his body above yours. his right palm was flat beside your head,the dip in the bed causing your body to lay slightly lop-sided,your hip popping just enough to brush perfectly into the palm of his left hand,giving the flesh a soft squeeze.

you dodged his kisses,leaving him to press wet dots to your jawline as he whined beneath you. "don't you have a neighbourhood to be saving?"

"-not when i have a beautiful lady right here who needs my help." he was quick,running a clothed finger through your slick to emphasise his point.

[evermoreparker]

Lost in Translation- Part Five

Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Well... how do I put this... SMUT!!!! LIKE A LOT OF IT!!!! PLS IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING DO NOT READ IT! But if it is have fun! :)

And reblog please!!!!!

Prologue 1 2 3 4

‘’Alright, Lionel Richie.’’ You say giggling as Peter tickles your sides.

‘’Well, you know what? Just for that, I won’t be pulling out tonight!’’

‘’Pffft please, not even you believe in that.’’ Peter gasps and throws a pillow at you.

‘’HEY! You’re right. But still, just pretend I have self respect!’’ He giggles.

‘’Aw sure you do, Pete.’’ You sit up to look at him while playing with his curls. But you notice he gets all quiet. ‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter zones out for a moment.

‘’Mm? Yea yea I am. It’s just… it’s been so long since the last time you called me Pete.’’ He says while looking down and grinning, remembering all of the sweet memories you had together. And just for a moment you think that this might be not just a meaningless one night stand.

‘’Yea I missed that too.’’ He looks up, and smirks. Ready to tease you. ‘’And if you ever tell someone I ever said that, I’ll kill you.’’

‘’Don’t worry.’’ He giggles. ‘’It’s just me and you here.’’ he kisses the palm of your right hand. And suddenly you realize you two just make sense.

‘’Yea… That’s good.’’ Peter is the one to make the first move, hovering above you and making you lay down again, while softly caressing your cheek. ‘’God, if this a dream I’ll be really pissed off at anyone that wakes me up.’’ He giggles, before pulling you for a deep kiss.

‘’Same.’’ You pull on a few of his hair strings, which gets him moaning. You switch with Peter to get on top of him.

‘’Fuck c’mere.’’ He pulls you for another kiss. Wandering hands under your dress, close to where you need him, but not quite there yet. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, unzipping the dress yourself and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Peter groans when he realizes you took your bra off as well.

‘’God why the fuck did we not do this sooner?’’ Peter says while grabbing your ass and switching with you, so that he can be on top again, softly nibbling your skin.

‘’Because we’re very dumb.’’ You scratch his back, tugging on his shirt for him to take it off. He gets the hint, tossing it on the floor and pulling you by your waist for a heated kiss. But you stop him by putting your hands on his chest while sitting , making him stop.

‘’Wait! Are we really doing this?’’

‘’Only if you want to as well, I promise you I won’t be mad if you don’t wanna do this anymore and d-’’ Peter gets cut off by your lips on his in a matter of seconds.

‘’God you’re so cute.’’ You smile at Peter while unbuttoning his pants.

‘’Oh-OH ok so that’s a ‘’yes’’ I presume.’’ He helps you by standing up to untangle the pants from his ankles, throwing it at a random corner in your room.

‘’God, when did you get those thighs??’’ You say while shamelessly thirsting over the same boy you told your friends that could go to hell for all you cared for.

‘’Aw thanks! It was the Jane Fonda workout tutorial, of course. May has those for a while I guess and I-…’’ He bursts out laughing when he sees your confused face. ‘’But to be honest, I guess it was just a lot of workout.‘’ He jumps back on the bed, making you giggle when his hair tickles your belly while he lays there.

‘’But what about you? Are you opening a bakery or something?’’ You look confused at his very random question.

‘’What? Why?’’

‘’I don’t know, just all that cake in the back made me wonder.’’ You laugh so hard that Peter can feel it while laying on your stomach, it makes him grin like a kid at a candy store when he looks up and sees you all happy without a care in the world, and the best, he caused that.

‘’That was good, not gonna lie.’’ You run your fingers through his hair, making Peter look up before going to trail kisses down your belly and going up. He distributes hickeys all over your tits, sucking on them before kissing the sweet spot on your neck, stopping for a bit to finally look at you.

‘’God, you’re so hot.’’ He grabs your left thigh to pull you even closer before capturing your lips again, making you moan in delight.

‘’Mmm fuck, please take these off.’’ You guide his hand to the waistband of your panties.

‘’Only if you keep making that sound for me.’’ He kisses your cheek before pulling your panties down and kissing his way back down. You pull on his hair, eagerly waiting for his lips where you need him the most.

‘’Eager now huh?’’ He smirks before finally giving in and starting with a kiss on your clit. Seeing your reaction to his every touch has to be the best thing ever.

‘’I swear, if you keep teasing like that I’ll clench on your dick so hard you’ll cum in seconds.‘’ You feel him grinning before giving a small kitten lick from your entrance to your clit, letting his tongue flick it for a bit, enjoying you shivering under him.

‘’Fuck, you taste so good. Could easily spend all day eating this pussy.’’ He waits for your reaction to his dirty words, and just as you do he starts sucking on your clit. Who knew the boy who cried when you stumbled on his lego set had such a dirty mouth?

‘’Mmm FUCK, you’re so good Pete.’’ Your words make him suck even harder, making you breathless for a moment. Guess someone has a praise kink.

‘’Mmmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum.’’ You tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to your heat.

‘’Cum for me, baby.’’ Peter doesn’t stop sucking even after your orgasm, making you have to pull on his hair to make him stop with the overstimulation.

‘’Fuck omg.’’ You laugh at the absurdity of this night, who knew you’d end up bringing the boy you’ve hating for years to your bed? And that he would make you cum like that?

‘’That good huh?’’ Peter smirks while looking at your post orgasmic face.

‘’Shut up.’’ You pull for a kiss, making you feel something hard on your thigh.

‘’Well apparently it wasn’t that good just for me.’’ You grab his hard on through his boxers.

‘’Fuck- You make it really hard to not get a boner when you moan my name like that.’’

‘’Stop, just come fuck me please.’’

‘’Yes miss!’’ Peter eagerly pulls his boxers down.

‘’Shit, you’re packed too?’’ You say while capturing Peter’s lips in a long and deep kiss, making your way towards his member and circling your thumb around the head.

‘’Fuck y/n/n, you’re so fucking good at this.’’ He purrs, closing his eyes for a bit.

‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You look at him with your sweet, doe, innocent eyes, and he’s sure that if he doesn’t get inside you in these next few minutes he might burst in your hand.

‘’Next time baby, I promise. Alright? Really need to get inside you.’’ He runs his fingers through your head, and for a moment you two forget that this was supposed to be just a one night stand.

‘’Ok.’’ You smile and give him a peck before laying back to your previous position. Peter is quick to get up, going towards his wallet in his pants and coming back to bed with a condom already on his dick.

‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter caresses your cheek, pulling you deep into the moment with just his eyes. Just for a second, you forget that this is just a meaningless one night stand and that the guy on top of you is not the same boy you met when you moved to that building in queens. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before touching his lips, wanting to savor this moment before you wake up to an empty bed in the morning. Peter is the one closing the space between you two, kissing your forehead before pushing himself inside you.

‘’Fuck, you feel so good.’’ Peter leans and whispers to you before starting thrusting very slowly. Is this some type of punishment? You decide to take matters into your own hands, pulling Peter deep inside you by wrapping your legs around his back. Peter lets out a breathless moan before smirking at you. When he sees how your eyes went darker he starts thrusting hard and fast. You bite your lip to hold back your moans, but Peter shakes his head in disapproval before leaning down to capture your lips so that he can hear your sweet sounds. But that’s not really enough for Peter. He wants all the dorms to know you’re his. Even if it’s just for tonight.

‘’C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that. Are you really not gonna let me hear those pretty sounds?’’ You shake your head no, and hide your face in his neck. Peter then whispers in your ear.

‘’Well, I guess I’m gonna have to make you let out those heavenly little sounds myself.’’ Peter lifts your hips and puts your pillow under. He smirks at you when he sees your eyes widening when you realize what he had in mind. Peter puts your left leg on his shoulder, and thrusts hard on THAT spot. But you keep biting back your moans.

Some knowledge from when you two used to tell each other everything ran through his mind, you used to say it turned you on when guys grabbed your thighs during sexy times. So he does exactly that, pulling you even closer to where you two meet and leaving just the tip in before manhandling you on his dick like you weigh nothing.

‘’FUCK, Pete! Oh my god!’’ You now have your nails scratching Peter’s back, while he has the biggest grin ever. ‘’You’re so much better at this than I imagined. Fuckkkk’’ You arch your back, making Peter hit impossibly deeper. ‘’Mmmm please don’t stop, Pete! You’re so good at this!’’ Your endless praise makes Peter go feral. Knowing you had thought about this too just made this night the best of Peter’s life.

‘’Y/n, baby, I thought about this more times than I can remember.’’ He lets out a giggle before going to nip your neck.

‘’Mmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum!’’ You let out the most pornographic moan ever, surprising yourself and Peter.

‘’Cum for me, I’m- fuck, close too’’ You tight your muscles around him, letting yourself go and triggering his climax too. Peter falls on you, little drops of sweat on his forehead and his messy curly hair is now dripping wet.

‘’Pete, you’re crushing me!!’’ You try to push him off, making you two laugh.

‘’Nah, I’m gonna stay right here.’’ Peter kisses your cheek, and you wipe it off, making him dramatically gasp and roll to the side. ‘’How dare you?’’ You get up and gives him a peck.

‘’I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back!’’ He pulls you by your hand to kiss your forehead.

‘’I’ll be waiting!’’ He yells when he sees you closing the door and heading to the bathroom.

When you get back, you hear soft snores before opening your door and seeing Peter sleeping peacefully, but he needs to scooch so that you can fit in there too.

‘’Pete, you’re occupying the whole bed.’’ You giggle when you hear him groan and move to the side so that you can lay there too. ‘’Goodnight.’’ You kiss his forehead before turning your back to him, and suddenly feel strong hands pulling you closer by your waist and laying his head over your neck.

@kidney9-9 @selfcarecap @hollandlover19 @potayaa @wildxwidow @namoreno

[shawnxstyles]

tom holland

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➪ one shots: (oldest to newest)

✘ princess’s orders [bodyguard!tom] (r)

↳ summary: on the night of your 18th birthday, forbidden feelings are admitted and stars are seen. even though you can’t be together for the future, that can’t stop you from living in the present.

✘ fireball [dark!tom] (r)

↳ summary: the cops get called at a party you didn’t want to go to, but luckily, tom takes you to somewhere safe and sound where no one can hear you.

✘ rough-up [dom!tom] (r)

↳ summary: tom overhears you say that he’s never made you come. shocked, he becomes determined to make it happen.

✘ come back…be here [famous!tom] (r)

↳ summary: tom has to film a movie in london while you have to stay and work in new york.

✘ prank? more like spank [soft dom!tom] (r)

↳ summary: you to prank your boyfriend tom that you got a vaginal piercing. once you break the news, he has to see for himself.

✘ green and gold [famous!best friend!tom] (r)

↳ summary: tom invites you to the brothers trust charity event that you didn’t really want to go to. when tom confronts your distance, years of pent-up feelings are unraveled along with some clothes to make up for all the time you lost.

✘ the list [frat!tom] (r)

↳ summary: your partner leaves in an emergency, leaving you alone at the frat house. thinking it’s just you, you decide to snoop through tom’s belongings to try to find his rumored list.

✘ free session [gym!tom] (r)

↳ summary: when tom finally comes back to the gym after being hurt, you decide to show him what a free session is all about.

✘ man-handled [mafia!tom]

↳ summary: you get a little caught up in your boyfriend’s muscly arms and can’t help but imagine what it would be like if he man-handled you.

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➪ blurbs: (oldest to newest)

✘ glory girl [soft dom!tom]

✘ soaked bikini [light spanking] (r)

✘ sunday morning [eating tom’s ass] (r)

✘ sunday morning (remix) [tom eating pussy] (r)

✘ talkative [ceo!tom] (r)

✘ rider [non-specific] (r)

✘ sick [boyfriend!tom] (r)

[marvelouspeterparker]

😏😳🥶

Tom

frat!tom cause why not

warnings: 18+ smut (protected, for once sdfghj)

––✧–– 

you cursed silently when another cold breeze hit you––you had no idea why you hadn’t brought a sweater tonight but you were inevitably paying the price. you felt your heart rate quicken when you noticed a familiar face making it’s way towards you on the deck.

“should have told me you were coming darling, would have loved to see you sooner.” tom. you and tom had a very flirty relationship, but nothing ever happened between the two of you––maybe because you just liked to see how eager he would get.

though you loved to see his curls, he did look good with a cap on. he was wearing a blue cap, backwards, a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans––the bottle of beer in his hand attracting your eyes to the veins going down his arm, the slight red tint to his knuckles as he gripped the bottle. 

you shrugged, “was a last minute decision.” 

his lip quirked up as he scanned your body shamelessly, eyes catching on your nipples straining through your shirt, the way your hand was running up and down your opposite arm and you felt another shiver run through your body––this time not from the cold.

he dragged his eyes back up to yours, “you cold?” 

your voice was small, “freezing, actually.” 

he licked his lips, his eyes becoming a shade darker as he stepped closer to you, a twinkle in his gaze. “want me to warm you up?” 

you looked into his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. what the hell, right? “okay.” 

he paused at first, shocked that you agreed so quickly––you would always blow him off, tease him, play this cat and mouse game. but now that you were actually giving him a chance? he didn’t know what to do with himself. he blinked then smiled and reached a hand out. “come on then.” 

he took your hand in his and walked you inside, leading you up to his room, setting his beer down along the way. 

it wasn’t long before you were both in his bed, your pants and his shirt off, his hand between your thighs as he lied down next to you, leaning on his arm to watch you. 

he looked at you, his eyes wide and falsely innocent as his fingers continued to thrust into you slowly, his thumb rubbing your clit. “is it working? am i warming you up?”

you let out a slightly shaky breath and rolled your hips into his touch. “you’re getting there, yeah.”

he smirked and leaned in to whisper, “good,” before slotting his lips with yours. his mouth was moving fervently, you could taste the beer on his lips just he could taste your drink on yours. neither of you were drunk, of course, but you had had a few sips throughout the night. if anything, as cheesy as it sounds, you felt drunk on tom at the moment. he was hitting all the right spots, his lips moving in sync with yours as if they belonged together.

his fingers started thrusting faster, his thumb applying more pressure as he rubbed circled onto your bundle of nerves. you gasped into the kiss and he smiled, biting your lip before pulling away. 

“let me hear those pretty moans, yeah? 

to his pleasure, his words only pulled more sounds from you, your hips circling and grinding into his hand as you gripped the sheets. 

“so fucking pretty, aren’t you? god––” your head tipped back and your breaths became heavier, your eyes shut. “you gonna cum?” when you nodded, too lost in the pleasure to answer verbally, he smiled. “that’s it, cum on my fingers. wanna feel you.” 

soon enough, you were cumming, your lips parted to let out a string of moans and calls of tom’s name, which he ate right up. the sight of you and the feel of you were enough to make him want to burst. 

when your body went lax and you turned your head to look at him with a smile, he leaned in and gave you a long, wet kiss, before sliding his two fingers inside your mouth, watching with a dropped jaw as you sucked him clean. he slid his digits in and out teasingly slow, getting lost in the look in your eyes before taking his hand away and biting his lip.

“do you wanna sit on my face?” his voice dropped down to a whisper, “cause i know that i would love for you to ride my tongue.” 

“fuck––”

he smirked, “i’ll take that as a yes, then?”

you nodded and let him undress you, his pupils dilating as he took in the view. his hands were gentle, smoothing over your body, tracing your curves curiously and clearly aroused. when you were bare you reached up towards his head. “i’ll be taking this then,” you took his hat and placed it on your own head and the sight made him curse. 

“fuck, get on me. right now.” 

he lied down and you bit your lip, straddling his face. you hovered just above him and looked down. “are you sure i won’t hurt––” you cut yourself off with a gasp as he brought his hands to your thighs and pulled you down directly on his mouth. “shit––”

he wasted no time, groaning as he tasted you, his tongue making its way all over your already sensitive pussy, his hands holding you down. you moaned and grabbed onto his hair with one hand and the headboard with the other. 

you looked down at him, already breathless and smiled. “didn’t know you were such a giver, tommy.” 

he moaned and grabbed your ass with one hand tentatively and you could tell that he was silently asking––”you can smack it if you want to.” 

you could feel his lips curve up underneath you as he paused to see your reaction as his hand lifted off of you and came back down, hard––the sound echoing through the room despite the music blasting outside the door. you moaned breathlessly and smiled down at him, moving your hips in a circle. 

he smacked your ass again and stuck his tongue out and you took the hint, grinding yourself down on his face. he moved his head along with you, letting you take over. he watched in awe as you swiveled your hips with purpose, pants and whines falling from your mouth as you sped up and pressed yourself down harder, tom’s hands guiding you and grabbing your ass generously as you did so. 

your moans got louder and louder, your hips losing their rhythm, becoming more frantic and messy as tom helped you––soon your back was arching, eyes rolling back as your thighs trembled around his head, his lips wrapped around your clit. 

you let out a shaky breath and a broken whine as tom continued to swipe his tongue through your folds. when you caught your breath, you lifted your way off of his face on somewhat shaky limbs, trying not to moan out loud at the sight of him licking his lips almost hungrily. 

he sat up and gave you a sweet kiss, placing a hand on your cheek as he pulled away to look at you. “do you want to go further? we could stop right now if you want.”

you smiled, bringing a hand down to grab his bulge through his jeans, making him sigh. you leaned in so that your lips were grazing his teasingly. “i want you to fuck me tommy.” you blinked up at him innocently, “do you not want––”

he cut you off with a passionate kiss, his hands pulling you closer to him and you giggled, making him smile against your lips before pulling away to hastily undress himself. he grabbed a condom from his nightstand and stroked himself before putting it on and when he looked back at you he let out a quiet fuck. 

you were lying there, your legs spread, your fingers rubbing your clit slowly, his hat on your head, as you waited patiently for him. “you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

you laughed, and cheesy enough, it was like music to his ears. you tilted your head and bucked your hips, letting a quiet moan fall from your lips as you looked at him. “what do you mean?” 

his eyes darkened and he quickly made his way onto the bed, pulling you closer to him by your thighs, unfortunately knocking the cap off, making you gasp lightly as you looked up into his eyes. he swiped his member through your folds, adoring the way you reacted to his touch. 

“you want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” 

you swallowed and nodded, “please.” 

he smirked and slid himself in slowly, letting you feel every inch as he glided into your wet pussy. “fuck––” his mouth fell open at the pleasure that shot down his spine. he pulled out almost all the way before sliding back in and bottoming out and you both let out moans together at the feeling. 

your hands came up to hold his biceps and with one glance at your blissed out expression, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. he pressed his thumb down on your clit, rubbing the way you needed and sped up his hips. he was grunting, panting and cursing as he chased both of your peaks. 

“feel like fucking heaven, love.” you moaned loudly and he took the hint, showering you in more praise as he worked the both of you up. “so good for me, look and feel amazing. god this pussy is so wet for me. so fucking tight.” 

when your nails started to dig into his arms, your legs tightening around him, he leaned over you, pressing his lips against yours as he rubbed your clit faster and pounded into you desperately. 

“that’s it, cum baby.” 

you kissed messily and fiercely as you both tipped over the edge, tongues and teeth clashing as you panted, moaning out as you bucked your hips together. a few more leisure pumps, and tom was pulling out, giving you a sated smile, which you happily reciprocated. 

after cleaning up, putting his boxers back on and giving you his shirt to put on, you both settled into bed, his arm wrapped around your middle, your hand tracing the veins on his forearm. 

his eyes were hesitant as he looked over at you. “do––do you maybe want to stay over?”

you paused, before a shy smile made it’s way to your face. “y–yeah. yeah i’d like that.” 

he held you tighter and you nuzzled into him contently, ready to shut your eyes, unsure of what this meant for the two of you, but you weren’t scared to find out. 

[silkscream]

I would like to order a sangria (so cute!). A very cocky frat Tom Holland smut with a reader that hates him, but he seduces her. Involves a blowjob and him being dominant and arrogant. :)

MINORS DNI

warnings: smut (18+), degradation, dacryphilia kind of, bullying-ish, slight dubcon?, alcohol use, oral sex m receiving, mean!tom

he was obsessed with you.

obsessed with you for the sheer fact that you wouldn’t give him the time of day. refused to, actually, because from your end, whatever you felt for tom holland could be encapsulated in a small ball of rage. he thinks he might be fucked in the head for having all that hatred turn him on. every grimace and every turned cheek made him want to try harder.

you hated entitled assholes, so when frat boy tom holland decided to push his existence into your life, you decided that you hated him too.

of course, he can’t help but tease you. poke fun at the little skirts you wear by pinching the flesh of your thighs during lecture hall. he just loves to sit next to you before anyone else can. it means he can watch your pretty little face concentrate as you take notes. it means he can watch you squirm just the slightest bit from his harassment.

tom is never too mean. he pushes your boundaries, sure, but he leaves you alone the minute you’re about to blow your fuse.

at the moment, he’s definitely pushing it. throughout the night, he manages to be near you at all times, which you’d find downright absurd if you had a clearer state of mind, but the alcohol in your system was making everything a bit blurrier.

“are you stalking me?” you nearly spit when he gets you alone.

“huh?” he scoffs. “oh, you think you’re so special, don’t you?”

“i must be considering you never leave me the fuck alone.”

“you must be an idiot if you don’t understand why.”

“what the fuck are you ta—” you get rudely interrupted by his mouth on yours. his hands descend down your sides and settles on your hips as he pulls you closer to his body, and as he has you against the hallway wall, you find yourself grinding your hips against his.

“get the hint, loser?” he sneers.

you’re speechless. so speechless and dumb and drunk and morbidly curious, which is why you let him lead you to an empty bedroom.

it doesn’t take long for you to have your mouth around his cock. you hate him. you do. maybe this was just one way to shut him up. maybe.

but you can’t lie to yourself and say that him fucking your mouth right now isn’t so goddamn hot. you’re nearly leaking out of your panties from the way he grabs a fistful of your hair, neck reeling back just for your mouth to be met with his thick cock again.

“such a good little slut, huh? i didn’t think you had it in you,” tom taunts. you groan in response, tongue pressing hard against his shaft.

“fuck, just like that. yeah. your pretty mouth was just made for me, huh? you don’t know how many times i’ve gotten off thinking about you on your knees like this.”

you whine more, realizing how desperate you are for him. your saliva runs down your mouth as tears begin to prick your eyes from how hard you’re deepthroating him.

“shit, don’t look at me like that, angel,” he groans. “wanna cum in your sweet pussy instead.”

you gasp when he releases his thick cock from your mouth. you take a moment to breathe.

“tommy.”

“what, what is it, baby?” he coos. his smile is genuine. for the first time, he looks almost… kind. his brown eyes are full of adoration at your fucked out face and smudged makeup, tear stains decorating your cheeks.

“i want it. want you,” you mumble.

he wipes the remnants of your tears, hands caressing your cheeks. his grin grows bigger, canines sharp and all. “aww, baby. of course you do.”

[mrs-hollandstan]

Cuddling with frat-tom instead of going to a party? And Tom telling his girl "better stay here in the warmth, what do you think princess?"

🥺🥺🥺

You smile at the sight of your frat boy in your tiny dorm room bed. You glance over your shoulder at the frat house, looming over the other buildings on campus, a strobe light out front, reflecting different colors off of the house itself. 

When you turn back, Tom glances up, eyes sparkling in wonder at what you’re doing. His head cocks slightly, hand still buried in the popcorn bowl. He presses the spacebar on your laptop, pausing the movie playing on it,

“What?” You shake your head,

“Nothing… you just look… very domesticated. It’s nice.” You tell him, drawing your curtain, cutting out the sight of toxicity just the other side of campus. He hums, shoving his handful of popcorn into his mouth. His eyes drop to the screen again as you near him, slithering between you and the laptop, head coming to rest over his bicep. He sighs, kissing the back of your head and wrapping his free arm around your body. He hums,

“It is nice. I don’t have a splitting headache from the music and I don’t smell like alcohol and I can go to bed at a decent time if I so like to.” He explains to you. You smile, kissing his wrist, snuggling down into him as you watch the opening credits persist,

“Oh yeah? Your priorities are so in line.” 

“Hey… at least I’m not the one wearing a skimpy dress in below freezing weather. Rather stay in here where it's warm, watch these movies and cuddle with you.” He murmurs in your ear. You smile, titling your head back to look at him. He smiles, leaning in to kiss his nose, 

“That’s really sweet T.” You tell him. His smile widens before his lips are on yours. You kiss him back, and before you know it, he’s sitting up a little straighter, your body perched between his legs, back to his chest. He drags popcorn from the bowl between your legs, reaching over his head to flip the lightswitch off. You rest your head against his shoulder, holding your bowl up before you’re dragging the blanket across the two of you,

“Why are you in the frat if you hate it so much?” You ask him softly. He hums,

“It didn’t used to be so bad. The older brothers when I joined a year and a half ago weren’t terrible like they are now.” 

“You think you’ll leave?” You ask, glancing up at him when he doesn’t respond. He sighs,

“No… I’m gonna tough it out. Greek life looks good on resumes. I’m just gonna keep my head down and go to all the fundraising events and such… but I’ll avoid the parties, the toxic shit. And in another two years or so… it won’t matter. I won’t have to talk to these guys anymore.” He defends. You nod, 

“I’ll be glad when that day is here.”

“You just hate frat boys.” He jokes. You smile, glancing up at him again,

“Despise them.” You bite back. He chuckles before he’s kissing you again, 

“Such a little hater.” He whispers, brushing his nose against yours. You smile, holding the back of his neck and dragging him in for another kiss. He hums, 

“I’d always rather be here with you than there.” He admits softly. Staring up at him, you play with his hair, 

“Me too.” Relaxing back against him, you watch the movie unfold before you, Tom’s lips pressed in your hair, his arms wrapped around you tightly, and comfort seeps in. 

[blissfulparker]

Could you do a frat Tom Halloween fic, where there is a customer party and he is dressed in something that shows off his muscles? Y/N hates him, but he keeps flirting with her all night, and he slowly wins her over, and then when she gives in, he's super cocky and arrogant and dominant. He makes her feel his muscles and then he makes her suck him off, and he's boasting while she chokes on his cock. And at the end, he cums on her face and makes her clean it all up and swallow it. :D

oh my—

Warnings; degradation, oral sex, rough sex, tom being an asshole, slut calling, choking on dick,

Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of that!

Your hands tug at the short skirt for the millionth time tonight for the last thing Tom needed to see was your ass.

It was Halloween, which meant getting drunk and making out with someone in a mask if you were a college student. Loud music—including thriller being overplayed—raged through the house as you drunk a drink that had smoke coming out of it.

Everyone was dressed half naked, if not half naked than clothes tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination which is almost exactly what Tom Holland wore when he wore a skin tight spiderman costume.

“I didn’t think this was your scene.” He has a lazy smirk. You had met Tom way too many times, you know him well too. But the Tom you once knew wasn’t much like the Tom you knew now.

“Aww, you still have the spiderman costume you wore when you were five. It’s cute, you went for nostalgia.” You give him a fake pout and he bites down on his bottom lip and looks at you like he’s waiting for more.

“And you went for a slutty ratatouille?” He looked at your ears and then the grey fuzzy tube top with the skirt.

“I’m a mouse you idiot.” You roll your eyes and he knows he’s won. You lift your cup to your lip to drown out the embarrassment But he quickly takes it away.

“Its spiked, don’t drink it and stay away from Brad.” He took the cup and poured it out. Before you can say thank you he was already gone.

That was your first encounter with tom. You found him dancing with some girl dressed as an Angel but looked more like a demon from your personal hell, he knew you were watching and put on a performance. He then got you a drink which you poured out on his shoes worrying it was spiked, you then watched him show off at least three backflips until finally,

“We can’t be doing this.” Your lips break off of his inbetween kisses. You were drunk, no you weren’t but you wished you were. He wasn’t drunk either which made this whole situation 10x worse.

“Mmh, but you like it.” He hates how thick the tube top was as he wants more, pulling it down but he needed something from you first as you unzipped the back of his suit.

Your hands run over his biceps, for someone who is supposed to be majoring in business, he sure has a lot of time to work out.

You know he notices as you stare and he flexed in your hand which causes you to place your lips back on him.

“Knees pretty girl.” He tells you but you never found yourself listening to a man before and you certainly weren’t going to start with tom.

“Mmh, no.” You push him flat on the bed and pull down the suit. Predicable he wasn’t wearing underwear since the suit was so tight but truthfully you didn’t know how that was all going to fit.

“Scared?” He smirked. You roll your eyes before you take him into your hand. Letting your thumb run over the tip as you took him into your mouth, slowly at your own pace at first before he thrusted up into your mouth causing you to choke.

His hands gently run over your cheeks, he holds your stare as he thrusts up into you. Your eyes grow watery and the liner you spent way too much time on runs down your face.

“Did you get all dressed up for Me? Knew you would be on my dick tonight like a helpless slut? Act so innocent studying in those libraries and coffee shops, staying inside to get a good grade when you’re on your knees tonight getting fucked.” His words shocked even you so you sucked in your cheeks making him hiss at the sudden pressure and change.

You wish you could comeback but all you could feel was him pulsating in the rest of your hand, you knew he was about to cum, cum in your mouth and tonight you would not allow that satisfaction.

“Fuck!” He hissed as you removed your mouth from him. You wanted him to wait, wait until you were inside him but he was not going to last another second as he thrusted his hips up into your hand.

He cums longer than you expected, you’re impressed but not too impressed yet as you move off of him thinking that this was it but he grabbed your hand and forced you against his chest.

“Where are you going?” He looked at you up and down, feeling your breasts up against his chest making him hard all over again.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You blink a few times and he laughed a soft laugh.

“Darling, My plan was to fuck you so hard this whole party knew you were mine, you just got sidetracked but I don’t blame you I understand how you got so distracted.” He teased and you roll your eyes ready to get away from him but hoping he’d pull you back into him again. And that’s exactly what he did.

“You’re a whore, Holland.” You tell him and he lets his thumb come up to your face and wipes away the cum he left.

“I’m going to get a tissue, you’re going to wipe your face and then I’m going to fuck you until that music stops. Do you understand?” He was now taller than you as he sat up straight on the bed, looking down at you as if you were his.

All you can do is not nod as he moves away to grab a tissue for you to wipe youself with. Your legs were weak and you were stuck in his bed, like he was a trap and you fell right into it.

But the one thing Holland was not was a liar, he kept his truth of fucking you until the music stopped, then he turned on his own music.

[tommyfroggie]

Can you do number seven with frat Tom? You can do the story however you want, but I'm hoping for a blowjob with a super dominant and cocky Tom. Thanks!

Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader

Warnings: fluff, lil angst, smut: oral(m receiving)

Word Count: 914

Prompts: 7. "Shut up."

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You could feel his eyes on you, as you took another sip of whatever booze it was. Your friend had dragged you here, despite your protests. You wanted to avoid him. You hated him right now.

You met Tom in your second year when you moved to London for your studies. He was the typical frat boy that everybody drooled over, the one that had a new girl beside him everyday. Yet, somehow you caught his attention.

You both got to talking, slept together and eventually agreed to a friends with benefits relationships. Of course, that's not how it works. 3 months in, you knew you had strong feelings for him. And, the day you planned on telling him, he told you that he got a girlfriend, and that the whole 'benefits' ordeal was over. It broke you, but you smiled and said you were happy for him. Happy that he finally settled on one person.

You both agreed to still be friends, but that didn't happen. Somehow, you both completely lost contact. And now, one month later, you're here at HIS frat party. Even though you did not want to be here at all.

You downed the entire booze in the red cup down your throat, making subtle eye contact with him. Surprisingly, he excused himself from the guys and walked over to greet you.

"Long time, no see Y/n. I didn't think you'd come." He said, sporting his famous smirk on his face. You just wanted to wipe it off his stupidly gorgeous face.

"I didn't want to. Jess dragged me here, said I needed to chill out. And now she's probably in someone's dorm, fucking." You sighed. Tom hummed.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked, smugly.

"What are you suggesting, Tom?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. He had a girlfriend for fuck's sake.

"Do you trust me?" You hesitated, before nodding. He took your hand in his, leading you up the stairs in between dancing people, all the way to.... his room. You were surprised to say the least.

He pushed the door open, and shut it back, pushing you against it as you audibly gasped. He looked in your eyes before forcefully attaching his lips on yours. As much as you wanted it, you pushed him away.

"What the fuck!? You have a girlfriend, Tom!" You shouted and he placed his finger on lips, immediately shushing you.

"I broke up with her." he whispered, before attaching his lips back onto yours, hungrily. And this time, you kissed back, with the all the lust you had. It was such an amazing feeling, just like you remembered. As you both broke apart to breathe, you whispered, looking in his eyes,

"We can't- You can't do this to me, Tom. We stopped talking, remember? You were the one that got a girlfriend and lef-"

"Shut up." You shuddered when his stern voice interrupted you. His dominant side slowly showing. "And get on your knees. Right. Now." He continued, giving you a warning looks, enough for you to nod and obey him. You looked up at him with doe eyes, silently asking if you could continue, he nodded. Even if it felt wrong, you couldn't deny how much you wanted him.

You tugged his jeans and boxers down with shaky hands. As always, amazed at his cock standing out. All this time fucking him, and yet, he never failed to leave you amazed. You rolled your thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum leaking out, all over his throbbing shaft as he moaned softly. You licked from the bottom to his tip as he pulled your hair in a ponytail.

"Don't tease, love. You'll regret it." That was enough for you to get to work. You took his entire length in your mouth as he groaned, loving every second of it. You started bobbing your head up and down, looking at his scrunched up face, his bottom lip in between his teeth. He looked like a god.

"Fuck. Doing so good, princess." He grabbed onto your hair tightly and took complete control, ramming into you at a fast pace causing you to gag as tears threatened to spill down your face.

"Looking so pretty like this, darling. Taking me so well. Fuck, I love you so much" he groaned as he came in your mouth. You froze. Not able to process what he just said. He forced you off his cock, noticing your expression. He tucked his dick back in his boxers while you stood up, and swallowed what was still in your mouth, wanting an explanation. He sighed and looked in your eyes. His hands grazing your sides as pulled you closer. "I'm sorry." He breathed out. "It's always been you. She was just a distraction. I was the one who said that we're just friends who fuck and when I started feeling things for you, I pushed you away. But I just- I can't keep it in any longer. I love you." You could tell every single thing he said was genuine, you could see it in his eyes.

"I love you too." You whispered, and he smiled.

"I love you too, you idiot. I always have." At that, you both giggled as he pulled you in for another kiss, one that was passionate and sweet. He smiled against your lips until you both had to pull away for air.

"So... shall I return the favor, darling?"

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a/n: haha I'm so sorry anon. I got so invested that i forgot about the 'super dominant and cocky' part.

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Taglist: @livieweasley @racewife2004 @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah @mn-jun @spidey-central

[softholand]

waterproof | tom holland

pairing: frat!tom holland x reader

summary: you meet a very cute, very hot guy when you join your friend in an spontaneous trip to a frat car wash event

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of cancer and death, smut — minors dni

words: 10k

a/n: it’s here!!!!!! my longest fic yet and probably my favorite one <3 i got the inspiration after a tiktok i saw about it and just couldn’t resist lol i was also inspired by the amazing story i swear to god i never fall in love by @hazofmyheart — so if you haven’t read it yet, do me a favor and go cause it’s brilliant :’)) h was also a big inspiration, since her works always inspires me to keep creating so thank you hannah, ily <3 @duskholland oh also, i know nothing about college in the us so forgive me if something’s wrong. i think that’s it, please let me know what you think, your feedback means a lot to me :)) ily all, be safe ✌️

Friday

The day was miserable. This morning you had woken up to a storm, rain splashed on your windows while lighting illuminated the grey sky. Unfortunately, you had two classes to attend so you had no other choice but to get up, leaving the warmth and comfort of your apartment behind. Kelsey, your best friend, and roommate had already left once you woke up, so with no more excuses to stay curled up in bed, you got up, going straight to the bathroom, before deciding what you were going to wear for the day.

Taking a quick look at your phone weather app thingy, you checked the temperature, not wanting to put too many clothes on and sweat for the rest of the day or not put enough and almost freeze to death. Once you decided that some jeans, a sweater, your pair of boots, and a jacket would do it, you got your bag and car keys from the desk and left for the cafeteria, like you did most mornings.

With a cup of coffee in one hand and your purple umbrella in the other, you made your way through campus, trying just as everyone else to desperately get away from the bad weather since you could feel your feet starting to get soaked from the wet gravel beneath you.

Thankfully, the walk wasn’t long and once you were safely inside, you went straight to your first class of the day, English Literature with Professor Bill, which unfortunately always seemed to be endless. But once it was finally over and since you had another class in the afternoon, you decided to just get a sandwich for lunch and stay at the library, that way you could finish your essay which was due next week.

You were comfortably sitting at one of the back desks, your stuff all spread out in front of you, a cup of tea on your hand, typing away on your laptop when Kelsey came rushing through the doors, making a beeline to you. “Good morning, sunshine!” She greeted you, way too excited for your liking. “Morning! What got into you?” You mumbled while she took a seat next to you. “I have great news!” Kelsey exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. “Oh no, I don’t like your tone!” You let it out, taking a sip of your hot drink.

“There’s going to be a charity car wash at the Phi Delta house tomorrow and we’re going!” Your friend squealed. “A car wash? Seriously Kel? I mean, I’m not gonna lie, they sure know how to throw one hell of a party but a car wash?” You mumbled, trying to focus back on your writing. “Not any car wash, y/n! A charity one and to be honest, Lucy kinda needs it.” Kelsey winked, making you roll your eyes.

Lucy was your 2008 white Jeep Wrangler, which you had gotten once you started college. The car was your treasure and the owner of so many good memories already. “Yeah, that’s definitely because of Lucy and not that frat blonde guy you’re after.” You protested, knowing her exact intentions.

“See? It’s a win-win situation, you get Lucy cleaned and I get to see Osterfield!” Kelsey smirked, making you groan. “You’re terrible, you know that right?” You asked. “I’ve been told before!” She smiled, anxiously waiting for your answer. “What about this weather?” You tried to reason, but you knew there was nothing that could possibly change her mind.

“It’s not supposed to rain tomorrow, and if it does, they’re canceling it and doing it next weekend.” She let it out, biting her bottom lip expectantly. You sighed, deciding you had no other choice. “Fine, Kelsey! We’re going!” As soon as the words left your mouth, your friend was jumping in your direction, hugging you as you had just given her a million dollars.

“Thank you, y/n/n! You’re the best!” She exclaimed, earning you both dirty looks from the people who were close to your desk, also trying to study. “Okay, now get off, you’re suffocating me!” You whined. “Fine, at what time you get off class today?” She asked, getting up and ready to go. “Four-ish?” You responded, tapping your nails on the laptop. “Can you give me a ride?” Your friend inquired, comically batting her eyelashes. “Sure, just text me when you get off.” You said, laughing at her antics.

Once Kelsey left, you were finally able to go back to your essay, getting most of it done before you left for your next class. One stressful hour later, you texted her saying you’d wait for her in the parking lot, receiving a quick message back, saying she’d meet you there.

At home, you two cooked some pasta recipe Kelsey found on Pinterest, before calling a night and going straight to bed. The thunderstorm had finally subsided but the rain was still falling hard once you turned off your phone, and you’ll be lying if you said you didn’t wish for it to stay like that for the next day.

Saturday

By some kind of a twisted joke though, you woke up the next morning to a blue sky, not a single cloud insight, and the promise of high temperatures and sunshine. Here goes your excuse. Thank you universe.

Checking your weather app, you heavily sighed, seeing as you had no other choice than to get up, so you did just that, picking up an outfit that consisted of your favorite jeans shorts and a lilac tank top, putting your hair up in a ponytail before going straight to the kitchen, where Kelsey was already at, preparing breakfast.

Once that was out of the day, you stepped into your trusty— and in desperate need of a wash— white sneakers, getting your purse, keys, and phone all ready to go, gasping when you saw how pretty your best friend was. “Holy shit, Kel! If that Harrison guy doesn’t do anything today, I will.” You winked, playfully twirling her around, making her blush. “Shut up!” She said, swatting your hand away. “Are you ready to go?” You asked and she nodded. “Oh, before I forget, Steph asked if she could come with us and I said yes so we have to pick her up.” Kelsey let it out while putting her sandals on.

Steph was another one of your friends and being the guy's lady she was, of course, she couldn’t miss the opportunity to attend this frat car wash event or whatever the hell that was. “Yeah, sure! Let's go!” You laughed, seeing your friend clap her hands excitedly.

With Steph on board, the three of you made your way through campus, singing to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album until the majestic Phi Delta house came into view. And what a view. The front of the house was filled with cars, so much that there was a row to have a chance of getting yours clean.

The fraternity brothers were all there too, wearing nothing more than basketball shorts, their muscular torsos left exposed, not only because of the hot temperature but also to attract more customers, especially women, since the sign in front of the house said: Phi Delta Charity Car Wash: Ladies Discount.

“Holy shit!” Kelsey let it out, being followed by the phrase “There’s nothing holy about this, Kel!” from Steph, which made you all laugh. “Well, it seems we’re gonna have to wait quite a bit judging by the size of this row.” You said, glad you had refilled Lucy the day before.

“It’d be totally worth it though, just look at them, y/n!” Kelsey exclaimed, her eyes practically bulging out of her head once she saw Harrison approach one of the cars. “And there he is!” You smirked, laughing at your friend’s stunned reaction. “There’s no way this guy is real, look at him!!!” Your friend squealed, making both Steph and you laugh.

While the girls gushed about Harrison, your attention was quickly diverted to another one of the shirtless hot guys. He was a little shorter than Harrison, with messy brunette curls on top of his head and a body that made you squeeze your thighs together just by looking at it.

“Oh, did someone finally catch your attention, y/n?” Your best friend asked, seeing as you didn’t take your eyes off the boy. “He’s freaking hot!” You exclaimed, enjoying your view. “That he is! His name is Tom Holland, he’s friends with Harrison, actually.” Steph clarified. “And of course you’d know that, wouldn’t you?” Kelsey smirked, Steph flipping her off.

Once the row of cars finally moved, it was time for your car and the girls couldn’t contain their excitement with what was about to happen. With Lucy parked in the spot one of the guys instructed you to, they got to work, asking who was the owner and what kind of service you wanted.

The question caught you so off guard you blushed, hard. The guy must have noticed since he patiently explained the two types of cleaning services being made. One for the whole car, including the interior, and the other just for the exterior.

Saying you only wanted the latter, he winked, letting out a small “Got it, babe!” before going back to work. “y/n, you look like a tomato!!!” Steph laughed, being quickly joined by Kelsey. “Shut up you two!” You flipped them off, feeling embarrassed about the fact you were caught so off guard by one shirtless boy. God, has it really been that long?

While the boys prepared the cleaning supplies, Harrison approached the car, making Kelsey squeal in excitement, something she masked really well once he was by her window. “Good morning, ladies!” The blonde said, before directing his blue eyes to your best friend. “Fancy seeing you here!” He whispered, making her blush. “I told you I was gonna come.” She giggled, and you had to contain yourself from rolling your eyes at them.

“These are your friends?” Harrison asked, taking a look inside the car. “Yeah, that’s my roommate y/n and Steph is in the back,” Kelsey explained, and you both waved. “You’re the owner of the Jeep, right?” Asked the blonde, and you nodded. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of him!” He said, making you wince.

“It’s her, actually!” You said, surprising him. “Oh, my bad! Does she have a name?” He smirked. “Lucy, her name’s Lucy!” You answered, seeing him nod. “We’re gonna take good care of her then.” The blonde said, before turning back to Kelsey. “You look good, Kel!” He smiled. “Thanks!” Your friend said, biting her bottom lip to contain her smile.

“Ok, now you girls better close your windows if you don’t wanna get wet.” Harrison winked, before joining the rest of his frat brothers. “Too late for that!” Kelsey said once the windows were closed, making the three of you burst out laughing.

When the car was wet and covered with a thick layer of foam, and not any foam, a rainbow one, which made you and the girls all take your phones out to register the moment, the boys got to work. With washing mitts in hands, Harrison and some of his group of friends went all over Lucy, making sure to give you and the girls winks and smirks all the way through.

“God, this is my fucking dream!” Kelsey let it out, making you laugh. “Why do I feel like I’m watching a porn video though?” You asked, feeling your cheeks grow flustered from all the hot, shirtless, wet frat boys around you. Steph and Kelsey couldn’t help but laugh, agreeing with you in the end.

Once the first wash was done, they repeated the process, but this time the guy you were watching earlier, the one Steph said was named Tom, took one of his brothers' place, giving you a better chance to admire him and his perfectly sculpted body even closer.

Like all of the other guys, he was wearing only basketball shorts, the hem of his Calvin Klein boxers peeking through. His curly chocolate-colored hair was all mated now because of the water but somehow that only made him more attractive. Jesus Christ.

When he was right by your window, he sent you a wink, making sure to really flex his muscles while washing your beloved Lucy, and oh how much you wanted to be her right now. Covered in rainbow foam, with his hands all over your body…

You were suddenly brought back to reality by a couple of knocks on your window. It was him, the son of a bitch had caught you staring, and to let you know that he put a finger on his jaw, pretending to close his mouth, which ended up making you even more flustered. You little devil.

With a huge smirk on his face and another wink in your direction, he went back to work, your friends squealing in excitement inside the car. “Oh my god! That was a scene out of a freaking movie, y/n!” Kelsey exclaimed, being followed by Steph, “God, I wish it was me!”

You closed your eyes, “Stop it, you two! I’m already flustered enough. God, it’s really hot in here isn’t it?” You let it out, blasting Lucy’s AC to try and cool your body down, an action that made both you and your friends laugh.

When the washing part was done, the boys took turns drying your car, making sure to put on a show while doing it, as usual. Harrison approached the car again, this time, he brought with him a clipboard and an envelope, where all the money was going. “Did the girls enjoy the show?” He asked once Kelsey opened her side of the window.

“We sure did!” Your friend answered, smiling wide. “I’m glad!” He smirked back, giving you the clipboard to sign your name on it. After paying for the wash, Kelsey noticed a commotion that caught her attention. “What’s going on there?” She asked the blonde, who was putting the money away.

“Oh, the guys wanted to make a sort of like a “kissing booth” to raise more money, if you donate $5 extra, you can kiss one of us,” Harrison explained, making Kelsey’s eyes pop. “Oh, and can I choose who I’m gonna kiss too?” Your friend smirked, earning a chuckle from the blonde. “Not usually, but I’ll let it pass this time.”

Kelsey looked at you expectantly, making you widen your eyes. “What are you looking at? You don’t need my permission! Go for it!” You told her, seeing her roll her eyes. “I’m not doing this alone, come on girls!” Your friend exclaimed, making you laugh. “Fuck! I can’t do it Kel, I have a giant cold sore on my bottom lip, it looks disgusting and it’s fucking painful.” Steph whined, sounding really upset.

Then, the three of them looked at you, making you shake your head. “No, I’ll pass. Thank you!” You said, being met with hard glares from your friends. “Come on, y/n! It’s for charity!” Kelsey protested, nudging your arm. “So, in or out?” Harrison inquired, and before you had a chance to respond, your friend had already done it. “She’s in, go call that Tom friend of yours!” Son of a bitch.

“Kelsey!” You snapped once Harrison was out of hearing sight, eyes practically bulging out of your face. “Oh, shut up! Don’t act like you don’t want it!” Your best friend huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re such a bitch!” You said, trying everything in your power to bite back a smile.

“For fucks sake, y/n! Just enjoy the opportunity, I’ll literally kill to make out with any of these guys after the show they gave us!” Steph complained in the back seat. “You two are insufferable!” You laughed. “Just give them the damn money!” Kelsey said, taking the note out of her purse.

With the car windows rolled all the way down, you prepared yourself while the guys slowly but confidently approached the vehicle. What you thought was going to be only a quick car window kiss ended up being a complete makeout session when Kelsey got out of Lucy, practically throwing herself at Harrison's arms after giving him the 5 dollar bill.

You thought about quitting, just give the money, get your friends, and go home. But, once you saw Tom standing by your window, with all his glory, you froze, being met with his wide smirk. “Jesus!” You let it out when you once again, shamelessly and stupidly stared at his body. How could you not though? He was perfect. Every single one of his abs was defined to perfection, small droplets of water still ran down his torso, making you want to wipe them away with your lips.

“You can call me Tom though!” He smirked, clearly proud of his remark. “I- I’m sorry, ah, should I get out?” You asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. “You’re paying for it, darling so that’s your choice!” Tom shrugged, that stupidly handsome smirk never leaving his lips. “I think I’ll just… yeah!” You mumbled, thanking Tom when he opened the door for you.

Stepping outside Lucy, the first thing you notice was the rainbow-colored ground, making a pretty contrast with your white shoes. If you didn’t have a greek god waiting to kiss you right now, you’d probably have taken your phone to snap a couple of photos.

Like the idiot you are and as if the moment couldn’t get any more embarrassing, you slipped. Right when your shoes made contact with the wet ground, they sent you flying, landing on Tom’s naked chest. Perfect.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” You apologized, trying to regain composure. “It’s okay!” Tom giggled, steadying your clumsy ass. When you looked up, there he was, with that same smirk, hazel eyes looking right into your soul.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore, and as if you could hear a cliche overplayed romantic song starting to play in the background, you both leaned in, lips meeting each other in the middle.

The first thing you noticed was how his lips, even though thin, worked perfectly together with yours. You had kissed a lot of people in your life, and you were not ashamed of that, but you had never experienced such a hot and passionate kiss like the one you shared with Tom.

As you turned your head to deepen the kiss, his hands went to your waist, holding you close, like he was afraid you’d disappear at any moment. The coolness of his damp hands in contrast with your hot body felt strangely nice, and when a small moan left your lips, you could feel Tom’s grip tightening, a playful smirk appearing on his lips.

Unfortunately, your lungs started to beg for air, so a few minutes later, you were forced to stop, an action that left your whole body protesting against it. Of course, the first thing you saw when opening your eyes was Tom’s smirk, which apparently never left his lips.

Taking some distance from you, the boy cleared his throat, taking a final look at you. “Sorry for making you all… wet.” Tom let it out, his smirk only growing in size. That son of a bitch.

You wanted to say something, maybe scold him for his innuendos but you were left frozen, speechless, and, not surprisingly, wet. Ha-ha. Thankfully, before you could embarrass yourself even further, Harrison came to your rescue.

“We’re throwing a party tonight to celebrate the money we raised for the charity. You girls are all welcome to join, especially you young lady.” The blonde informed, leaving a final peck on Kelsey’s lips. “We’re coming, for sure!” Your friend said before the couple said their goodbyes.

Tom only winked at you, and since you felt like your feet were stuck to the ground, you just stood there, emotionless, watching him leave to join his frat brothers in another car. “Holy crap, that was hot! I got turned on just by looking at it.” Steph exclaimed from the back seat, finally snapping you out of your dirty thoughts and getting your attention.

“It seems you’re not the only one!” Kelsey teased, making you roll your eyes at her. “That’s your fault! Now shut up, and let’s go home.” You scolded her, both of you getting back into your car. “Look Steph, she’s all flustered!” Your best friend and roommate said, laughing at your distraught face, leaving you with no other choice than to give her the middle finger.

After the morning events and after you and the girls had gotten yourselves some lunch, you dropped Steph off her dorm, before heading home, where Kelsey and you decided to take a nap before getting ready for the party.

When the time to pick up an outfit came, you couldn’t help but struggle, to the point of letting yourself wonder if Tom would like what you chose. Shaking your head, you quickly tried to get rid of those intrusive thoughts, finally deciding to wear one of your favorite party dresses, that way you’d feel comfortable and pretty at the same time.

Later, when you and Kelsey arrived at the frat house, the place was already filled to the brim with people dancing, drinking, and seemingly having the time of their lives. Making your way through the mass of bodies, you and Kelsey made it to the kitchen, where the alcoholic beverages were located.

With cups filled with beer, you felt like the night was about to begin and that was confirmed when Harrison approached Kelsey, barely acknowledging you before taking her by the waist and kissing her as his life depended on it.

“Hello, gorgeous!” He smirked, finally letting her go. Your friend was speechless and before you knew it, they were shamelessly making out by your side. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, not even surprised that you were about to spend the night as a third wheeler.

While Harrison and your best friend practically ate each other's faces off, you decided to look for Steph, since you knew she was gonna come, finding her with another group of friends that were more than happy to welcome you.

It was a few minutes later when Kelsey came back, with Harrison glued to her hip, her lipstick all smeared all over the blonde’s face. “Hey, you disappeared!” Your best friend pouted, making you roll your eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry if I felt a little uncomfortable by your and Harrison’s makeout session.” You huffed, earning a sheepish smile from her.

When you noticed your empty cup, you excused yourself to go to the kitchen for a refill, asking if anyone wanted one, but they all declined. Once there, you made a mixture of a couple of the beverages on the counter, not caring about the consequences of your choices.

You were just about to exit the crowded kitchen when suddenly you heard a voice whispering in your ear. His voice. “Fancy seeing you here!” Tom said and you could tell, even without looking that he had a smirk plastered on his face. “Well, I was invited to come so…” You shrugged, earning a chuckle from the boy.

Once you turned to him, he was hosting himself on the kitchen counter, giving you the perfect view. This time, since he was wearing a shirt, you could really focus your attention on his face instead of his absurdly ripped body. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt, some cuffed jeans, and a hat, backward, which ended up making him look even hotter. Geez, how is it possible?

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name earlier, you know, we were a little busy.” The brunette smirked, making you blush. “y/n, my name’s y/n.” You said, trying to contain your nerves. At that, Tom smiled, repeating your name like it was his favorite song. “I like it. It suits you.” He said, taking a sip of his drink. “Here with your friend?”

“Yeah, she ditched me for Harrison though.” You joked, earning another chuckle from Tom. “They seem pretty… close.” The brunette smirked, making you laugh.

“Don’t even say it, she’s been gushing about the “hot blonde frat guy for weeks.” You blurted, widening your eyes when you realized what you had just said to Harrison’s best friend. “Please, don’t tell him this. She’d for sure kill me.”

Tom laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, your secret is safe with me.” He said, crossing his fingers on top of his lips. “Thank you!” You smiled, averting your gaze.

“I’m happy she went after him though.” Tom stated, “Why?” You curiously asked. “Otherwise we wouldn’t have met.” He explained, sending you a wink. “Smooth!” You laughed, feeling your cheeks burn.

You were about to say something when you suddenly felt someone bumping against you, causing you to almost spill all of your drink. When you turned to see who it was, the guy had already blended with the mass of people that were currently in the kitchen. Rolling your eyes, you averted your gaze back to Tom, who was already looking at you.

Sensing your annoyance, Tom got off the kitchen counter, offering you his hand. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He said a beautiful smile on his face. Oh, yeah. No. You snorted, “Wouldn’t you like that?” Chuckling, the boy whose hand was still stretched, rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I wanna show you a place. And I promise it’s not my bedroom.” He winked, making you laugh and shake your head at his antics.

Finally taking a hold of his hand, which was surprisingly soft, you followed him through the house, going up one flight of stairs to a door with a big T on it. Tom opened the door to what you assumed was his room, making you instantly raise your eyebrows. “It’s outside my bedroom, I promise, y/n!” He laughed, clearly finding the situation hilarious.

While he went straight to the window, you took the moment to look at his room. What you got from it was: 1) It was probably the only one in the house with a bathroom. 2) Tom was a big fan of comics, judging by the number of magazines and action figures he collected. 3) He was a proud British, not that his accent hadn’t already given him away, but the UK flag beside his bed frame confirmed your suspicions.

“You coming?” Tom’s voice suddenly took you out of your trance. “Yeah, sorry!” You apologized, accepting his help to climb out the window, landing on the rooftop of the house. “Wow, it’s beautiful out here.” You let it out, surprised by the view of the city at night.

“Yeah, sometimes I come here when it gets too loud in the house. It’s like my safe escape.” Tom smiled. “I can only imagine how sharing a house with eleven boys might be. I truly don’t think it gets quieter than this.” You laughed, being quickly followed by him.

Clearing your throat, you suddenly felt self-conscious with all his staring, deciding it was best to just keep talking. “So, did you guys raise a good amount of money today?” You asked, changing the subject. “Yeah, we did! Thank you by the way, for coming.” Tom thanked, making you smile. “Of course! It’s for a charity, right?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“Yeah, they treat kids with cancer. It’s the second year we do this for them, the first time we raised a good amount but we definitely raised more this time.” He explained, making you smile. “That’s really nice of you guys to do it.” You complimented, and this time it was Tom who blushed.

“Actually, I’m going there tomorrow to drop the money off, do you wanna come?” Tom offered, surprising you. “Oh, really?” You asked, surprised. “Sure, apparently none of the guys can.” He rolled his eyes. “I would love to, yeah!” You smiled, earning a nod from him. “Great! Cause I kinda need a ride there.” Tom let it out, a guilty look on his face. You laughed, “Damm, all of this just to ask for a ride. I can’t believe it.” You joked, making both of you laugh.

“It’s cool if you can’t though, don’t worry!” Tom lets you know, but you shrug. “No, it’s fine! I can take you! Just give your number so we can text.” You said, not even realizing how that sounded. “Look who’s the smooth one now, already asking for my phone.” The brunette smirked, making you roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, I’ll just park outside the house and wait for you the whole day.” You mocked, earning a laugh from him.

Tom was just giving your phone back when suddenly you heard someone calling his name. “What is it?” He shouted back. “C’mon bro, come here, we’re doing keg stands, where are you?” Yelled one of his frat brothers from the house backyard. “Coming!” Tom answered, looking at you with a sad smile.

“C’mon! Let’s not leave your public waiting.” You teased, making him laugh. “Are you sure? We can stay here if you want.” Tom offered, and you had to force yourself not to accept it. "It's fine! We’ll have time to talk tomorrow.” You answered, sending him a warm smile.

With Tom’s help, you climbed back to his bedroom, parting ways once you got to the first floor. “I’m gonna go look for my friends.” You let him know, taking a step back. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Tom asked, earning a nod from you. Before he left, he kissed your cheek, and you were absolutely sure you melted right then and there.

Kelsey was already looking for you once you found her, claiming she had texted you a thousand times already. You assured her you were fine, that you were actually with Tom, which earned you a massive smirk and knowing looks from her.

Once a commotion could be heard outside the house, you and your group of friends made your way there, wanting to know what was happening. Since you already knew the frat boys were playing drink games, you weren’t surprised to see Tom himself doing a keg stand, with some of his friends supporting his legs.

The crowd around you cheered and screamed, praising the boy who kept drinking like he wasn’t upside down at all. Once he finally let go of the keg, his friends helped him stand back up, and you did not miss the wink he sent your direction when he caught you, once again, staring at him. Holy fucking shit.

You spent the rest of the night with your friends, drinking and laughing at stupid jokes. You didn’t see or heard from Tom until you were already at home, tucked and ready for bed. He texted you asking if 3 pm was fine by you and once you agreed, he sent you the text that made you go to bed with a smile on your face, already excited for what the next day had to come.

Tom

See you tomorrow then, can’t wait 😜 xx

Sunday

Kelsey was at your feet the moment you woke up the next day, wanting to know what happened between you and Tom last night since now she was sober enough to comprehend your words. “I told you nothing happened Kel, he just took me to a quieter place so we could talk.” You explained while putting coffee into one of your mugs.

“Talk about what?” Kelsey insisted, taking a bite of her avocado toast, which looked very appetizing by the way. “Jesus Christ, Kelsey! Did I ask what you and Harrison were doing the majority of last night?” You barked, getting the ingredients to make one for yourself. “Oh, you wanna know?” Your best friend smirked, making you groan.

“God, you’re terrible! He just showed me the place he goes when the house gets too loud, then we talked about the car wash and how much money they had raised and he asked if I could give him a ride to the charity today since he’s going there to drop the money.” You explained, putting two slices of bread in the toaster.

“Please, tell me you said yes.” Kelsey practically begged, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Yes, Kelsey! I said yes. Anything more?” You asked, crossing your arms while you waited for the toaster to pop. “Oh my God, you’re really into him, look at you, so defensive about it.” Your friend smirked.

“Oh, shut up!” You flipped her off, cutting the avocado open and spreading it on your toast, adding salt and pepper before joining her by the table. “Please, y/n! Don’t act like I don’t know you.” Kelsey winked, kicking your leg under the table. “Can I have my breakfast in peace now, please?” You remarked, earning a smirk followed by a quick nod from your friend, that fortunately left you alone.

It was later that afternoon when, after spending an unreasonable amount of time getting ready, you left to the frat house, to pick Tom up.

Once you parked your car, you shot him a text, saying you were there. He texted you back instantly, letting you know he was on his way. What you didn’t expect, in any circumstances, was to see Tom exciting the house wearing a spiderman suit, minus the mask, and a backpack.

“Oh my god, what is this?” You asked once he got closer. “I promised the kids that Spiderman would give them a visit next time,” Tom explained, his cheeks a bright shade of red. “That is really sweet, Tom!” You laughed, finding it adorable.

Once inside the car, you could really see how good he looked in that suit. It hugged his body in all the right places, accentuating his perfectly sculpted muscles. “Thank you, darling!” You heard Tom saying, with a big smirk on his face. Shit! You must have said this out loud.

Clearing your throat, you averted his gaze, not being able to face him any longer. “So, do you have the address?” Stupid question, of course, he has the address. Jesus, y/n! Get a grip! Tom laughed, at you, you thought, quickly shaking your head.

With the address in, you started the twenty-five minutes drive to the charity, which was filled with music and small chatter between you and Tom. You got to know each other a little better, Tom explained to you why he chose to move to the states to study, saying he and his best friend, Harrison always wanted to live the “American dream”, which turned out to be way more difficult than he thought since he was such a family type of guy.

“So you have three younger brothers?” You asked, trying to understand what Tom had just explained to you. “Yes, Sam and Harry are twins, and Paddy is the youngest. Oh, I also have a dog called Tessa back home, she’s my princess and I love and miss her so much.” Tom said, making your heart melt at his words.

When you finally got to the charity, Tom fished his Spiderman mask out of his backpack, securing it on his head, before turning to you. “How do I look?” He asked, making you smile. “Great! You look great!” You said, giving him two thumbs up, which made him laugh.

Since he couldn’t really see with the mask on, you helped him to the door, where a woman was already waiting for you. “Tom, none of the boys today?” She asked, clearly familiar with him. “No, not today, Nancy! I brought y/n, though!” Tom responded, his voice muffled by the fabric of the mask.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” You greeted the woman, being pushed to a hug. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n! Friends of Tom are our friends here too.” She smiled, letting you go. “I can’t believe he really came dressed as Spiderman.” The woman whispered, making you laugh. “Me neither!” You said, earning a chuckle from Tom.

“I can hear with this mask on, you two know that, right?” He told you, pointing to you and Nancy. “Ok, c’mon! Let’s get inside, the kids are really excited to see Spiderman, some of them couldn’t even sleep last night.” Nancy announced.

Once you dropped the envelope with the money in Nancy’s office, she directed you both to the room where all the kids were anxiously waiting for their hero. Once Tom, or Spiderman, entered their playroom, all the kids went crazy, screaming, jumping, clapping their hands, some even getting out of their seats to hug Tom.

While you watched him interact with the kids, Nancy told you that most of them had brain cancer and that unfortunately, the majority wouldn’t even last more than a few years of life, which was why the donations and the fact that Tom came here, dressed as one of their favorite superheroes, was so important for them.

Before you realized it, you had tears in your eyes, quickly taking care of drying them, in case any of the kids saw it. Speaking of them, you had just seen Tom do a flip when you felt someone grabbing the hem of your yellow summer dress.

“Oh, hello!” You said to the little girl, looking curiously at you. “You’re Spiderman’s friend?” She asked, clutching a teddy bear in her arms. “Yes, I am Spiderman’s friend.” You answered, chuckling at her surprised face. “So you are his Mary Jane?” The little girl asked, making you smile. “I guess you could say that. But that’s a secret, so it stays between us, okay?” You sent her a wink, putting a big smile on her face.

You and Tom spent a few hours there, playing with the kids, and to be honest, it was some of the best hours of your life. The kids were all so sweet and absolutely loved to play, something so simple, that meant the absolute world to them. In a quick trip to the bathroom, Tom changed his clothes before you left, while you said your goodbyes to Nancy and all the other charity workers, promising to come back soon to visit them and to play with the kids, of course.

“So, what did you think?” Tom asked as soon as you got into your car. “It was amazing, Tom! Seriously, thank you for inviting me.” You said, sending him a warm smile. “Of course! I knew you’d like it!” He stated, keeping his eyes on you.

“Where are we going?” He asked, finally averting his gaze, noticing you were driving away from where you had come from. “Well, you showed me your favorite place yesterday, so I think it’s only fair that I show you mine.” You said, smiling in his direction. Tom laughed, adjusting himself in the seat, asking if he could turn the radio on, to which you nodded.

The rest of the drive was mostly in silence, you and Tom kept stealing glances every once in a while, which always ended with one of you chuckling from being caught. He asked about your college major, and told you about his film one, which you could see was something he was really passionate about only by the way he talked.

Once you got to your favorite spot in the city to watch the sunset, Tom got out of the car, not believing his own eyes. “Isn’t it beautiful?” You asked, joining him. “It’s gorgeous!” Tom answered, and you both stared at the sky, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the mountains, turning the once blue sky shades of orange and pink.

“How did you find this place?” Asked the brunette while leaning against Lucy. “Oh, one of my ex-boyfriends actually showed me.” You lied, watching Tom’s face immediately fall. “Oh,” he breathed, making you lose the battle with yourself and burst out laughing.

“Oh, so you think you’re funny?!” Tom joked, relieved but equally annoyed at your little prank. He started coming towards you, making grabby hands tickle your body. “You think you’re so funny, huh?” You quickly tried to escape, but it was too late. He was already tickling your sides. “Tom, stop!” You laughed, trying to get him off of you but he only kept going, until he practically caged you between your car and his body.

You were close, you were so fucking close that even the slightest movement would cause your lips to touch. “You’re really pretty!” Tom whispered, his eyes locked on yours. “You have a lot of freckles.” You noted, not being able to take your eyes off him. Smiling, Tom tucked a strand piece of hair behind your ear, an action that made you blush.

“I think I wanna kiss you again,” Tom whispered, cupping your jaw. “Then do it.” You let it out, is immediately met with the feeling of Tom’s lips against yours.

It was only the second time you kissed, but for some reason, you felt like you were already addicted to him. The way his mouth worked perfectly with yours left you feeling dizzy like you had just got out of a rollercoaster.

His hands roamed your body, frantically trying to find something to hold, until they found their place on your hips, squeezing them every once in a while. When you felt the tip of his tongue on your lips, you gladly parted them open, letting him slip his muscle into your mouth.

Tom’s body kept pressing you against your car like he was afraid you could slip past his fingers some way. Little did Tom know you had no intention at all of letting him go.

You actually had no idea how long you stayed like that, slowly making out, no rush, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips, his hands on your hips and yours on his chestnut curls, not only lips but feelings intertwined too. Once you pulled away to breathe, you realized the sun was long gone, the sky now filled with thousands of stars.

“It’s getting late, we should head back.” It felt weird to even talk after spending so much time kissing, you felt your throat dry, your mouth begging for water. “Yeah, we should.” Tom agreed but made no effort to get away from you.

“Tom, c’mon…” You whined, slowly backing him away, even if it pained you to do it. “I say we go to the back seat of your car and keep doing what we’re doing.” The brunette offered, kissing the side of your jaw, and to be honest, it was not a bad offer at all.

“Uhm, very tempting, but we actually have to go, it’s getting dark.” You tried, hearing Tom groan, his head buried on your neck. “C’mon, I’ll let you drive.” That seemed to get the boy's attention.

“Wait, really?” He asked, looking at you expectantly. You hummed, passing Lucy’s keys to him. “Thank you!” Tom pecked your lips once more, before quickly going to the drivers’ side, making you laugh at his sudden change of behavior.

The ride back to campus was filled with Tom’s excitement to be driving your car, which ended up being the most entertaining thing to watch, it was like seeing a kid playing with their new toy.

At the frat house, he made sure to kiss you again, thanking you for the ride and for letting him drive your car. You assured him it was okay, and after a few more minutes making out outside, he finally let you go, making you promise to text him once you had arrived.

With a stupid smile on your face, you made your way back to your apartment, where Kelsey was already waiting, her ears ready to hear all about your “date”. Seeing as you had no other choice, and after sending Tom a quick text saying you arrived safely, you told her everything and in exchange, she told you what was going on between her and Harrison too.

At the end of the night, you two ate some boxed mac and cheese, before deciding to go to bed early, seeing as you had classes early the next morning.

You couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies on your tummy every time you thought about Tom, his face, his eyes, his hands, his lips, his kisses. Just him. Everything about him was beautiful and exciting and you already couldn’t wait to see him again.

Monday

That didn’t take long to happen, since the next day, you found a small bouquet and a note on the driver’s door handle of your car when you and Kelsey were just about to go back home after finishing classes early for the day.

“Oh my god! y/n!!” Kelsey squealed, while you tried to spot your not so mysterious admirer. “Here, read the note.” Your best friend instructed, passing you the small piece of paper that read: Thank you for the ride and everything else yesterday. I had a lot of fun! If you’re okay with it, I want to take you out properly this time. Text me when you get this, with love T xx

You couldn’t help the smile or the blush on your cheeks when reading his note. “It’s from Tom.” You laughed, taking the bouquet in your hands, giving the flowers a little sniff. Kelsey let out a squeal by your side, saying that she wished Harrison did something like that for her.

Since you couldn’t seem to find Tom anywhere, you decided to go home and do as the note instructed, texting him when you arrived at your apartment. He texted you back immediately, asking if you had liked your present. You told him you loved it, and that you were more than okay to go out with him.

After literally hours talking, you and Tom decided to meet on the weekend, since you both had quite a busy class week. He told you to be ready at 5 pm on Saturday, and even after begging him to tell you where he was gonna take you, he kept the location a secret, making you roll your eyes at his cheesiness.

Saturday

When Tom said he wanted to take you out on a proper date, you didn't think he was being that serious. Turns out he was, ‘cause when Saturday rolled around, he picked you up at your apartment, in his car this time, opened the door for you, and even took you to a semi-fancy restaurant, since you were college students after all.

The night passed faster than you liked and after an amazing dinner, you and Tom ran, hand in hand, to his car, since the small droplets of rain that had started once you were still inside, had now turned into a full storm, with thunder rolling in the distance.

When you finally got to the car, it was already too late, your clothes were drenched and the cold rain droplets kept falling from your hair directly on the carpet. Tom turned the heater on immediately, which helped you dry yourselves a bit.

“Do you wanna come with me to the house? I can give you a towel and once you’re warm again I can take you to your apartment. I’m known to make a pretty good cup of tea too.” Tom’s offer caught you off guard but it ended up being so sweet that you couldn’t recuse it. “Yeah, that would be great.” You nodded, earning yourself a smile.

The frat house was strangely quiet, something very different from the times you've been there. Tom escorted you to his room, giving you a towel before disappearing through the bathroom, to change from his wet clothes. Once he came back, wearing grey sweats and a simple worn-out white t-shirt, he excused himself to go to the kitchen and prepare the tea he promised earlier, while you tried your best to dry yourself off.

Turns out, it was much difficult to do that while wearing wet clothes, clinging to your body, so you made the bold, but most necessary decision of taking the majority of your clothes off, hanging them in the bathroom so they could dry a little bit while you stayed there.

Once Tom came back from the kitchen, carrying two mugs of hot tea in his hands, he found you under the covers of his bed. “I took some of my clothes off and hung them in the bathroom to dry, is that okay?” You asked, feeling your cheeks burn.

Tom was surprised, he didn’t expect to come back to his room to find the girl he was interested in on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. “N-No, don’t worry about it. It's fine!” But, even though he was caught off guard, Tom wanted you to make sure it was okay, and mostly, that you were comfortable.

Passing you one of the mugs, he joined you on the bed, sitting as further away from your almost naked body as possible. “Thank you! It’s really good!” You smiled, taking a couple of sips of the hot beverage, feeling it instantly warming your body.

Apparently, the hot liquid wasn’t enough, since you couldn’t stop your body from shivering. Tom must have noticed ‘cause in seconds, he put both of your cups down, offering his body heat to help you warm up.

Getting under the covers with you, Tom opened his arms for you to nestle into them, you instantly felt the warmth of his body involve you. “Better?” Tom asked, caging you in his arms. “Much better, thank you!” You said, turning your head up, just enough to peck his lips lightly.

That ends up stirring something inside you ‘cause not even a second later you’re kissing Tom’s lips again. He moves his body slightly, that way you end in a much more comfortable position. Tom’s tongue is inside your mouth in no time at all, and from there, things only escalate. While your hands went to Tom’s soft hair, his find their place in your ass, giving each side a good squeeze, eliciting a moan from you.

In a quick movement, you straddled his waist, not for a second disconnecting your lips. Tom’s hands went to your hips, helping and encouraging you to keep moving them back and forth. It didn’t take long for you to feel the bulge in his sweatpants grow, “Oh, fuck…” Tom breathed when you directed your lips to his neck, kissing and biting every inch of exposed skin, leaving a couple of love bruises on your way.

When Tom’s hands go to your breasts, he finds himself hypnotized by the way they look on your white lace bra. But, as much as he liked the lingerie, he couldn’t help but want them off your body. “Can I take these off?” He asks after a couple of minutes of staring. “Yeah!” You said, your mind so clouded by lust you can barely talk.

With the piece of clothing properly discarded, Tom takes his sweet time with your tits, massaging them, squeezing, teasing, until he finally puts his mouth to work, sucking and biting your already erect nipples. “Oh, fuck!” You let it out, hands in his hair, feeling arousal already pooling between your legs.

After making sure to give the same amount of attention to both of your breasts, Tom let them go with a loud pop. You laugh, attaching your lips right back to his. With slow movements, he turns you both around, carefully laying you down on his bed. Tom keeps his lips on your body, moving from your lips to your jaw, neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, making sure to mark you all the way.

When he gets to your underwear, he presses a kiss to the hem of your panties, looking at you with big brown eyes, as if asking for your permission to move on. You nod, lifting your hips to help him take your last piece of clothing off before he slowly starts teasing you with feather-like kisses on your knees and tights.

“Tom, please…” you don’t even realize the words left your mouth, but you’re glad they did when you feel Tom smirk and finally move two fingers to your core. He starts by spreading your wetness all over your lips, “You’re so wet, baby!” You moan, feeling your cheeks burn from embarrassment since Tom had barely even touched you.

Looking back at you, Tom asks if he can taste you, and after a quick nod, he licks a long stripe from your core to your folds. “Fuck…” you moan, feeling your walls instantly clench around nothing. Tom eats you out good, his mouth working like magic, the sounds leaving his mouth sounding like straight-up porn, eliciting loud moans and praises from you.

With both hands on his hair, you guide him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when Tom inserts two of his long fingers into your heat, curling them, hitting just the right spot. “Oh, fuck…” you bite your lip, feeling your high already approaching. “Please, don’t stop.” You beg, squirming in bed, one of Tom’s hands going to your stomach to keep you in place.

Tom does as he’s told and doesn’t stop his movements, only increasing them until you’re practically convulsing under him, “Fuck Tom, I’m gonna cum.” You let him know and the next thing you know, one of the best orgasms of your life hits you like a brick.

You feel like you're floating, the only thing grounding you are Tom’s sweet kisses trailing up your body. “You alright?” He asks once he gets to your face, that stupid triumphant-like smirk plastered on his lips. “Yeah, thank you.” You laugh, kissing his lips, tasting yourself in them. “You’re welcome.” Tom chuckles, going back to your lips.

With greedy hands, you palm him through his pants, moaning into his mouth when you feel how hard he is. “Your turn,” you purr, biting his earlobe, earning a moan from him. Turning both of you around, you help Tom lay down, while you start kissing his lips, moving to his jaw, neck, chest and each one of his abs, until you finally reach the hem of his grey sweatpants.

Tom helps you take the rest of his clothes off, and when he’s finally free from them, you can’t say you’re not surprised at his size. His cock is hard as a rock, leaking precum off the tip, leaving you no other option than spread the substance around his shaft. “Fuck,” Not being able to contain himself, Tom moans as soon as your hands get in contact with his member.

You start by licking a long stripe, from the base of his cock to the head, taking him slowly into your mouth, bobbing your head until you feel him hit your throat. “Fuck, y/n…” Tom moans your name and you’re sure that alone could have made you cum.

With both hands on your hair, Tom does a makeshift ponytail, helping you with your movements. “Oh, yes, keep going…” Tom breathes, your hands coming to his thighs to support yourself, while you keep taking him into your mouth, only stopping when he tells you so.

With a string of saliva dripping from your mouth, you smile, trying to clean yourself the best as you can with the back of your hand. “C’mere,” Tom said, helping you climb back to him, crashing his lips into yours, moaning loudly into your mouth.

You hold each other for a while, slowly making out until your lips are practically numb from all the kissing. “I need you...” you murmur into Tom’s lips, not even caring how desperate you sound. “Let me get a condom,” Tom says, pecking your lips before letting you go.

Tom reaches into his bedside table, shuffling through his stuff until he pulls out a pack of condoms, taking one and stuffing the rest back in. He opens the foil package, but stops to look at you, “Are you sure?” Tom asks with uncertainty in his eyes. You nod, breathing out a small yes in response, which is enough for Tom to finish rolling the material into his member.

With one of his hands between your bodies, Tom positions himself into your entrance, slowly rubbing his tip against your folds. “Fuck…” He cuts you off with his lips, slowly starting to enter you.

You both moan, getting lost in the feeling of pure bliss, Tom staying still, letting you get used to him. Once you assured him you were fine and he could move, Tom starts to ease himself in and out of you, keeping his thrusts slow at first, only increasing them when you ask him to.

Your fingers dug into his arms, back arching off the bed when you feel Tom hit the perfect spot, your moans only turning him on more. With both hands caging your head, Tom dips his lips until he can kiss you, making sure to keep his movements going, while you explore each other’s mouths.

Tom dips his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud a few times, making sure to give each one of them the same attention. You can feel Tom’s thrusts getting sloppier, so you sneak a hand between your bodies, playing with your clit until you can feel the coil in your stomach ready to explode.

“Fuck,” With a couple more thrusts, Tom loses it, releasing into the condom, making sure not to stop his moves until you approach your high too. “Oh, fuck…” Your grip on his curls tightened as you came, a breathy moan passing your lips, your back arching off the bed until your breasts are flush with Tom’s chest.

With heavy breathing and slightly sweaty bodies, you and Tom stay chest to chest, just enjoying the bliss of your orgasms, until you’re finally able to catch your breaths.

After a couple of seconds, you open your eyes, finding Tom smiling, looking at you. “What?” You ask, a lazy smile on your lips. “That was a pretty good way of warming up, huh?” He smirked, making you giggle.

Pecking your lips, Tom starts to slowly lift himself off of you, excusing himself to the bathroom, from where he comes out a few seconds later with some wet tissues. “Here,” he passes you the package, and you thank him, cleaning yourself up before looking for your discarded clothes.

Once Tom sees you’re about to slip your dress back on, he quickly realizes it’s still raining outside and he actually really wants you to stay. “Hey, so it seems the rain hasn’t stopped yet, do you wanna maybe, spend the night?” He asks, after clearing his throat to get your attention.

Biting your lip to contain a smile, you nod, finding adorable how nervous Tom seemed. “Yeah, that’d be great.” Tom smiles, shifting on his feet. “Cool!” He says, making you chuckle.

“Do you need anything? A shirt, perhaps? That dress is beautiful but it doesn’t look very comfortable to sleep in.” Tom offers, to which you nod, accepting the old Marvel shirt he takes out of his closet for you. “Can I use the bathroom real quick?” You ask and he nods.

Once you come out, wearing his shirt, with your hair up, and a washed face, you find Tom already in bed, looking at you expectantly. “C’mere!” He instructs and you smile, joining him under the covers. Nudging his nose against yours, Tom kisses you, stopping when he hears you laugh.

“What?” He asks, confused. Smiling, you shake your head, “I was just thinking since I paid five dollars to kiss you, how much all of this will cost me.” Letting out a laugh, Tom pecks your lips, “Don’t worry, darling! You get all this for free!”

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[tom-holland-parker]

Kinktober Day 23

REBOUND

Pairing: Frat!Tom x reader

Word Count: 416

warning 18+

Kinktober masterlist// masterlist

It was probably a bad idea to come here but you couldn’t care less, you were sad, lonely and horny. What a better way to get those feelings out of your system than hooking up with someone at a frat party. You just didn’t expect to be hooking up with the Frat President. Tom Holland, just dumped by his girlfriend of a year and a half and looking for someone to bury his feelings in or maybe bury his dick in. 

Your kisses were sloppy and you both entered his room, not caring about anything other than getting each other naked. You pulled off Tom’s shirt, quickly throwing it across the room as you kissed down his body, starting at his neck trailing down to his chest and ending just above the buttons of his jeans. You fiddled with the belt buckle attempting to pull down, Tom grabbed your wrist, “As fun as that sounds I need to be inside you or I’m gonna explode”

You chuckled, getting up from your knees. Tom unzipped your dress mindlessly throwing it across the room. You climbed on his bed, spreading your legs as you watched him put on a condom.

Tom smiled at you as he stood between your legs, “ready?”

You nodded with a smile as you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. “Fuck me,” You whispered as he slowly entered you, enjoying the way your walls tightened around him. 

His thrust sped up, the sound of skin slapping each other was drowned out by the loud music from the party downstairs, “Oh fuck you feel so good” Tom groaned as he leaned down to kiss your neck.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as your fingers trailed down to rub your clit. The sex was sloppy and messy but you couldn’t care less, you were both just glad to fuck the sadness you had.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” You whined as Tom spend up inside you. You came at the same time as him, you watched as he threw his head back in pleasure, a sight that would play on repeat in your mind.

As you both came down from your orgasm the room became quiet, “so that was fun” Tom said awkwardly You sighed, getting off the bed to quickly get dressed, “Yeah it was we should do it again sometime’ You smiled, walking towards the door. You waved goodbye as you walked out the room, leaving Tom breathless in the bed. 

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[violetholland]

You're magician smut was amazing!! I love how cocky you write him in smut. If you want to, you should do a frat boy smut, where he's similarly cocky and definitely including a blowjob! Great job :)

"Yeah, there you go. All the way, yeah…"

The thrum of the music fades out of your ears, and now the only thing you're hearing are his heavy breaths as you steadily take in each glorious inch of him in your mouth.

"Mm," he moans, soft and drawn out, rolling his hips slightly to feel every hot crevice of your embrace around his cock. He's got a rough hand on the back of your head, pushing you to take in more of him, because, Jesus, fuck, it's the best thing he's ever felt.

The tears roll down your cheeks freely, muddying up your mascara as you flutter your eyes up to look at him, jaw slack. Those little curls that peek out of his snapback torture you to no end—you want to run your fingers through them and pull whilst he devours you.

As you move further in, your nose hits his pelvis and you inhale deeply.

He smells like beer.

It's probably because one of those whore girls downstairs would've spilt it on him while trying to kiss his neck.

They aren't here though.

An odd sense of pride floods through your veins at the feeling.

They aren't here, losing themselves under his erotic gaze.

They aren't here, pushing their head back against his palm so that he grasps their hair to fuck their mouth.

They aren't here, choking around his magnificent cock.

But you are.

And it's out of this fucking world.

���—so hot, baby, fucking look at you." You descend from your ecstatic state of mind when you hear him growling praises at you. You've just realized there are strings of spit dripping down leisurely from the sides of your mouth, coating his cock in an almost transparent sheen.

"You're drooling all over me, fuck. You like my cock this much? It tastes good, right?" he breaks off to chuckle arrogantly, "yeah, bet it tastes so fucking good."

You don't know if it's your high moans of agreement or the way your eyeballs roll to the back of your head when he twitches in your mouth, but moments later, he's coming.

It shoots down your throat in pleasurable spurts, the grip on your skull turning impossibly tighter as he whines and stutters.

He stands up straight, panting heavily as he tucks himself back in, smirking at your deflated face.

"The name's Tom, love." he drawls, although he thinks you already know that since you're smirking right back at him. "Meet me at the library at four tomorrow. I'll fuck you good."

[erule]

Want you entirely | t.h.

Pairing: Frat boy!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your friend asks you out on a date, but Tom is jealous.  

Warnings: frat boy Tom, jealous Tom, suggestive, slightly smut (not really smut, it’s mostly implied), angst and fluff if you squeeze, OC Oliver

Word count: 480ish

A/N: Hello hello! I’m a sucker for frat boy and jealous Tom, what else can I say? I know that I pretty much disappeared, but it’s just that I’m busy and I have no inspiration. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Idea comes from some videos I saw on TikTok.

If you wanna be tagged in my Tom Holland/Peter Parker fics, just let me know in my ask box! You can also find me on AO3 and Wattpad. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer!

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There was something in his eyes. You couldn’t tell exactly what, but it seemed a spark. Jealousy, perhaps? When you made eye contact with him, his chest was firm, but his jaw was clenched. Fire would burn less.

“Y/N? Do you wanna go on a date with me?” Your college friend, Oliver, repeated. You glanced at him for a second, then you looked again at Tom, but he was still sitting on the couch of the library without saying a word. He was just observing the two of you. Everybody knew that you two had broken up a while ago, but since Tom was kinda famous, no one dared to ask you out. It was like you still belonged to him, somehow.

You looked directly into his eyes, licking your lips. You didn’t belong to anybody and if Tom thought you did, he would have found out soon enough how wrong he was.

“It would be my pleasure, Oliver,” you said and he smiled at you.

“I’m gonna pick you up at eight,” he said, then he left.

He left you alone with Tom, except for the part that he wasn’t there anymore. You wondered why he went away, but then you decided that you didn’t really care so you got up from the chair in order to leave the library. One moment later, someone grabbed your arm and brought you into the book’s closet.

“If you think that you can get away with it, you’re wrong, darling,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver. It was so dark, you could barely see his shape.

“Are you trying to scare me, Tom?” You asked, playfully. You didn’t even know what you were doing, but Hell, you were enjoying every minute of it.

His fingertips caressed your thighs under your skirt, going up your legs as if they were two highways. You stopped him, squeezing his hand. You felt his eyes on your face, waiting for you to say something. A wolf who was too hungry, but still willing to listen. That was Tom. And you loved him too much to push him away, honestly.

“I want everything, Tom,” you said, firmly. Your whole heart was aching for him. “Every part of you. Not like the last time. You mean too much to me,” you almost felt out of breath. It was hard for you to reveal your feelings to people, but you had to play that card with Tom. You wanted him and wanting somebody is the most powerful thing in the world.

He wiped a tear on your cheek with his thumb, his breath close to your forehead. When he spoke, his lips were brushing your skin: “I promise you, Y/N: this time, you’re gonna have me entirely,” he said.

Another second later, he was kissing your neck and you lost yourself into his embrace.

[duskholland]

frat!Tom having a choking kink... ;)

I wasn’t sure if you meant tom likes doing the choking or being choked, so I went with reader has the choking kink (that frat!tom is more than happy to oblige!!). lmk if you want it the other way around too hehe. also—I read a textpost the other day w this precise scenario and...it messed me up so. I wrote this... it killed me lmao. nsfw 18+ minors dni <3

finishing up some frat!tom blurbs !!

extended warnings: choking, fingering, slight degradation. pls take care if you practice harder elements such as choking!!!!

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Tom’s got you pressed against your bedroom door, fingers lightly grazing your throat. It’s like a dance—every time you press into his hand too eagerly, he just tightens his grasp and pushes you back down against the wooden surface. When you aren’t eager enough, he loosens his hand until you’re straining forward against it, desperate to feel his touch, aching for the pressure on your throat. Tom’s smirk is unyielding—lying loud and proud over his face.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He murmurs.

You’re almost completely naked—clad only in a matching pink bralette and pantie duo. Your boyfriend is shirtless, but he’s still in his tough denim jeans. The blue is scorched dark, and you can make out the line of his straining cock, but any urge you felt to help him out fell away the moment he’d pushed you up against your door and decided to entertain you. Now your focus is entirely elsewhere.

“Please,” you whine.

Tom has been teasing you with his mouth, just as much as his hand. He’s been holding his kisses hostage. He knows how much you love to kiss him, and he’s weaponised that knowledge against you. As his other hand gently caresses the swells of your covered boobs, his lips linger barely in front of you, pulled into a smirk.

“What do you want, darling?” He asks, lips barely ghosting yours.

You push forward, straining to kiss him, and feeling his hand on your throat get more intense in response. It’s worth it for the brief second you get with his mouth pushing back against yours, but then you have to collapse against the door, wheezing in a breath.

“Let me kiss you,” you whimper. You moan softly as Tom’s hand slips beneath the lacy material of your bra and two fingers play with your nipple, tweaking it gently, igniting a fire between your legs.

“Aww,” he coos. Tom pulls your bra up, shoving it out of the way before dipping his head down. You whimper and throw your head back as his lips nuzzle at your breasts, leaving hard, sucking kisses to your skin until you’re moaning. Once he’s paid attention to both of your boobs, he lets his tongue lap out across the peak of your tit. “My needy baby wants a kiss.”

“Yeah.”

Tom stands straighter, apparently satisfied with the way his spit glistens on your chest. You know if he checked, he’d find your slit wet and throbbing.

“How badly do you want it, though?”

He’s back to ghosting his lips over yours, moving away every time you lean forwards to try and capture his lips in yours. He watches through dark eyes as you strain against his hand, his nose brushing yours as your body shivers in enjoyment. It makes you cunt throb to feel the pressure he inflicts on your throat due to your desperation.

“Fuck,” he whispers, voice close. “So desperate you’d be willing to choke yourself for one, tiny kiss.”

“Yeah,” you whimper, voice pulled tight from the pressure. Once more, you manage to reach his lips, only to find yourself separating a moment later when you’re forced to fall back and collect your breath.

“I wonder what else you’re so needy for…”

Tom’s hand wanders down from your chest, slipping across the soft curve of your stomach before nestling between your legs. You part your thighs and he digs two fingers beneath the waistband of your thong, sliding them down and finding home in your slit.

“Shit, angel. Is this all for me?” Tom asks, keeping his eyes on your face. You keep eye contact with him as he chokes you lightly, his other hand toying with your clit for a few moments before slipping down and sliding into your wet heat. You moan loudly as he curves his fingers and starts to slowly thrust them into you, dragging against your cunt in the most rewarding ways.

“Yeah, Tom,” you whimper. “Just for you.”

It’s so much: the combined sensations of his heavy hand pressing into your neck as the fingers of his other explore your centre. He fucks into you faster and curves his thumb up to nudge your clit, and the added pressure to the tingling bud makes you squirm against the door.

“Shh, babe,” he mutters, “Wouldn’t want to wake up the rest of the people on your floor, would you?” He smirks, and the sight makes your cunt tighten around his digits. “We wouldn’t want to have to gag you too, would we?”

Both of you know that you’d love that, but for the sake of ease, you shake your head and try to be quieter.

“Fuck, though…” He goes back to admiring your form—the way your chest heaves, and your neck strains against his hand as you continue to try and kiss him. “You’re so hot. Squeezing my fingers so tightly… Do you want to cum?”

You nod, sucking your lower lip between your teeth as you whimper.

“Please.”

Tom drops his lips against your cheek before suspending them just in front of your mouth, teasing you again.

“If you can reach my mouth and kiss me, I’ll let you cum,” he says, voice cruel but soft at the edges. “If you can’t… Well, I guess you don’t want it bad enough.”

You almost lose it there and then, sinking into his teasing as his fingertips massage your g-spot, but you’re determined not to disobey. With renewed strength, you push away from the door and stretch to kiss him. Tom chokes you, just how you like it—strong and firm, fingers holding the sides of your neck, and you’re breathless as you finally reach his lips and kiss him. Your eyes roll back as you fall into climax, Tom’s hand falling away from your throat and going to anchor your waist in place as you whimper and cum over his hand, your inner walls clenching around his digits as he fucks into you through it.

When you come down from it, you’re tired but blissed out. Tom’s lips trail over your neck, following the line that he’d had his fingers choking you along, and you sigh softly as he soothes you.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, kissing up to your ear. He moves his mouth across your face before kissing you properly, a hand cupping your cheek and holding you to him. “Always so good.”

[terrifictomholland]

Tom making reader squirt for the first time with his fingers, love your writing!!!

word count: 2.3K

warnings: smut! curse words, slight derogatory language, established relationship, fucking without a condom (wrap it before you tap it!) fingering, squirting

This requires a very very special thank you to @worldoftom for helping me out with this, she’s simply the best! 

As usual, this contains adult themes which means 18+ please respect that.

Enjoy!

You let your head fall forward onto your book, making a thud against your desk.

“This is hopeless,” you grumbled before sitting up and swirled around in your desk chair. Tom looked up at you from his spot on your bed, eyes dragging away from the Netflix show he was watching so as to not interfere with you as you studied. 

“What’s the matter?” Those sweet brown eyes stared at you concerned. He made your heart swell every time.

“It’s so hard! I’ve been reading the same sentence twelve times now, twelve, Tom!” You saw how hard he fought not to laugh at you and stomped your feet petulantly.

“It’s not funny!” you whined, truly acting like a child, and he just shook his head. He pulled his earbuds out, pausing the show as he made some space for you and patted said space. 

“Get over here, you’re taking a break.” Your eyebrows lifted up and you quickly made your way over and laid down next to him. 

“What are you watching?” You smiled, toying with the strings of his hoodie. He looked so fine and so delectable in the new hoodie you got him for your 6 month anniversary. It was a maroon coloured hoodie that looked simply divine on him. You knew he loved it just as much because he wore it almost always. It had ‘NIKE’ on the chest in black letters and the brand symbol right under. 

“Mindhunter,” he murmured as his arm wrapped around you to pull you flush against him. You let out a content sigh, scooting closer to him, wanting more of his body heat. 

“Love that show, and right up your alley, mr. future criminologist,” you teased, turning your attention to the screen while you played with the baby curls at the nape of his neck that weren’t hidden by his cap he wore backwards, the same way he always did. 

You got further and further engrossed in the show before you felt him tilt your head to look at him. His lips crashed down on yours moments later and your eyes fluttered shut, immediately getting lost in it.

 You still felt the same rush now as you did the first time he kissed you. You savoured the little shiver that traveled up your spine right as his lips connected with yours, only for you to pull him in closer using your arms you had around his neck.

“I love you, I love kissing you,” you murmured against his supple lips, feeling the way he smiled into the kiss. 

“I love you and kissing you too.” He rolled you so that you were flat on your back now instead of laying on your sides. You hummed when you felt him suck and tug on your lower lip, his tongue slipping inside your mouth with practised ease.

You locked your legs around his waist, pressing him down against you and you let out a sigh, feeling him grind his hips against you.

“Mmh…” You smiled, breaking the kiss so you could move down and kiss his neck. Quickly finding his spot where you sucked hard enough to bruise, hearing his low curse only to soothe it with your tongue. 

“Babe,” he murmured, looking at you with glassy eyes, “you’re wearing way too much.” That said, he sat up and pulled you with him as he helped you out of your clothes. You clambered on top of him, straddling his hips and rolling your hips against his crotch moaning when you felt him starting to harden in his sweats.

“You gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” he breathed as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, causing you to cry out. You arched your back, pushing your tits further in his face, and his large hands squeezed your ass keeping you in place as you ground your hips against him.

“So wet you’re gonna make a mess all over my sweats, aren’t you?” he murmured against your skin, looking at you with hooded eyes. A look that had you soaking his sweats and clench around nothing. 

“Tom, please…” you whined softly, hiding your face in his neck as he helped you hump him. 

“Tell me what you need, how can I help you relax, gorgeous?” he murmured, and you smiled, kissing him deeply.

“Want your fingers, make me cum with them. Make me cum so hard everyone will hear it, who I belong too,” the words spilled out from you. 

The fire that your words lit in his eyes wasn’t something you could miss, and he let out a growl that made stronger shivers run up your spine. 

“I’ll do you one better, the whole fucking country will hear who you belong to.”

Your jaw dropped at his words, and they filled your stomach with fire and your cunt clenched again. 

“Lay down on your back,” he murmured, “Just gonna put this down— oh.” You pounced on him, sitting up until you could reach his neck. Kissing and sucking and biting as his groans hitched in his throat. His head fell to the side, inviting you closer, and you smiled against his skin, nuzzling your nose against his warmth before you let him put the laptop down.

He looked down at you, his eyes blazing with sheer hunger and the lust swirling in them was hard to miss. You blinked up at him pretending to be blasé about his gaze, but your whole body betrayed you as your skin prickled in anticipation. It only got worse as he turned to you almost in slow motion, clearly having his payback for how you'd surprised him moments before. You exhaled when he finally got on top of you, arms caging your head, kissing your lips and making his way down to your core.

“Oh god,” you moaned. You felt him spreading your legs and getting situated between them, his fingers dancing along your inner thighs, and you spread your legs even further for him. He glanced at you with a tiny smirk.

“Someone’s rather impatient…” When he tutted, you felt the rush of embarrassment in your chest, then you squirmed ever so slightly when he swept his fingers through your soaking wet folds.

Your hips jolted forward, and he let out a laugh against your nipple.

“Oh babe, always such a drippy mess for me,” he preened, and you swallowed thickly, feeling him coat your juices all around you before he fucked a finger inside of you. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, throwing your head back and sucking your lip between your teeth as you let him take over and make you feel good. You felt the tingles of pleasure scatter all the way down to your fingertips as he added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you.

“S-shit.”

You felt your stomach tighten when he started rubbing your clit in circles, with just enough pressure where it nearly hurt. You weren’t very sensitive so he knew you could take it. In fact, you loved it when he went rough on you. Everything he did to you in bed came from a place of implicit trust, communication and love between the two of you.  

“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers like the good little slut you are.” He was bringing out all the weapons today to make you feel good. You started raising your hips, fucking yourself on them like he asked. 

“God, look at you, taking my fingers and coating them so good,” he praised, and you basked in the praise, feeling warm and fuzzy from it. It spurred you on to give him even more of a show. 

“My best girl,” he murmured and you pulled him up so you could kiss him hotly.

“M-more, give me more,” you mumbled into his mouth and gasped when he pushed in a third finger. The stretch was absolutely delicious.

“O-oh this reminds me of your cock, stretching me so good, but your fingers can’t get as deep as your cock,” you breathed, pulling away. His eyes flashed, upping his game, fucking into you so that tiny bolts of pleasure fizzled before your eyelids.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, clinging to his arms, staring at him slack-jawed. He smirked cockily at the filthy noises your pussy was making. Squelchy and obscene noises mixed with your gasps and moans. You could see him tenting in his sweats right where you’d left a stain from grinding on him. 

“Yeah that’s right, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel.” He puffed his chest, and you bit your lip, your eyes dancing with delight. And even though you felt so much pleasure, a giggle slipped out of you.

“Fuck, Tom,” you breathed when he curled his fingers, finding your spot immediately. He licked his lips, watching you as the pleasure clouded your senses.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned loudly, feeling the tight knot in your stomach loosening and the pressure building up. Tom sat up and got closer to your cunt and you grasped on to the pillow, your body lurching forward as he finger-fucked your harder and faster than before.

You were incoherent by this point, too overwhelmed with pleasure, and he just kept going. He kept hitting your spot over and over and rubbing your clit until the coil snapped and you let out a guttural scream. Warmth spread through you and a gushing sensation rolled over you in tidal waves. Your body trembled and clenched as the aftershocks of your orgasm continued. 

“Oh my god,” he said breathlessly, gently caressing your face. You glanced at him, breathing heavily, and he just kissed your face repeatedly.

“Look at this.”

He pulled away from you slightly, and you looked down, seeing a large wet spot covering nearly half of his hoodie. Your eyes widened. “I did that?!” 

“Yeah, you did!” he exclaimed with a chuckle, and you bit your lip shyly, taking his hand and licking his fingers clean from your juices. His jaw dropped slightly as you sucked on his fingers down to his knuckles. 

“You filthy little girl.” His voice lowered, and you felt yourself clench and licked your lips, knowing you were in for a ride now. 

“Get on top.”

By the time you got on top of him, he’d removed his pants along with his boxers. Revealing his hard cock, showing it off to you as he laced his hands behind his head. You let out a whimper at the sight. Then you straddled him and grabbed hold of the base, hearing him groan a few times as you gave a few teasing strokes.

“Gonna fill me up to the brim and ruin me for everyone else, aren't you,” you breathed as you stared into his eyes, sinking down on him. His eyes went even more glazed than before, and you felt your eyes roll back when he was fully inside of you.

“Fucking hell,” he growled, and you squeezed him, feeling the way he filled you up and dragged along your walls.

His cock was nestled deep inside, the head brushing your spot making you throw your head back as you started riding him for all your worth. Hips rolling as he met your thrusts. Guiding you by using his hands on your ass now, giving it a slap, and you just moaned louder at that.

“Oh fuck.” You moved your hips as fast as you could, nicking the cap off of his head and putting it on your own.

“Déjà vu,” he smirked, and you giggled breathlessly.

“Couldn’t help myself, you look so fucking sexy when I fuck you like this,” you purred, seeing his sweaty hair matted against his forehead, a flush to his cheeks and the veins popping in his neck. 

Yeah, you were a real lucky girl.

“So do you.” He kissed you deeply and you moaned against his mouth when he delivered another slap on your ass.

“Fuck,” you cried out, feeling the exertion catching up to you. He seemed to notice this, picking up the speed for you, and you felt the coil getting tighter and tighter again.

“I, oh fuck! I’m getting close again.” You stared at him, letting out tiny gasps, your moans and whimpers coming out in short puffs.

“C’mon, cum for me gorgeous, make a mess all over my cock,” he encouraged, placing a hand between your legs, and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream when he flicked your clit rapidly. The coil came undone once more and you soaked his cock, watching the way you squirted over him for the second time. You clenching and squeezing his cock was what toppled him over the edge, crying out your name as he came. You felt his hot cum deep inside of you, and you both threw your heads back, riding out your highs. 

You completely collapsed against him once you managed to get yourself together from your earth-blowing orgasm. You smushed your face in his neck, feeling his pulse jack-hammer, and pressed a lazy kiss against it.

“Wow, wow, wow,” Tom panted, holding you close, and you nodded, unable to form words. 

“I can’t believe I did that,” you murmured drowsily.

“Neither can I, but holy shit, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed, baby,” he praised, making you purr in delight.

“Thank you, babyboy.” You kissed him lazily and open-mouthedly.

“You’re welcome, baby, just wanna make you feel good,” he murmured once you pulled away, and you smiled at him lovingly, caressing his face.

“You’ve gotta be roasting right now.” You giggled, looking at his cum and sweat-stained hoodie, and he let out a breathless laugh.

“Is that your way of asking for a strip-tease?” 

You wolf-whistled reaching over into the bedside drawer to fish out a dollar holding it up. “Yeah baby, Magic Mike me!” You hollered and he snorted, his whole body shaking with laughter. 

“You’re crazy,” he laughed, getting rid of his hoodie in one smooth movement, and you whoop-whooped once it was off and he was completely naked. 

“I want cuddles now.” You held your arms out with a pout. He shook his head with a sigh before holding you tightly.

“I love you, gorgeous.” Your heart grew three sizes whenever he uttered those words to you, and you smiled so wide your cheeks ached.

“I love you morer.”

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[spideyssunshine]

i'm a slut for anything fratboy!tom.....like pin me against a wall after going out for a few drinks with his frat friends....him being all protective and hyping her up bc reader looked bomb af....iykyk 👀

a/n: dear frat!tom, muder me.

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blurb night

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A few drinks can do a lot to a person. Drunken hookups, pass outs on the way home, pulling over the car so that someone could vomit. That want the case thought. Tom was leaving marks all the way down your collarbone as he pinned you against his dorm room wall. “You’re mine.” He mumbled against your skin, as he sucked on your sweet spot making you gasp. He smelled like alcohol and well. Boys. But you weren’t going to pass this up.

Tom was known for being overprotective of you, and especially after a couple of drinks he was a beast. But a sexy one. He hiked up your dress, and nearly ripped your panties off. Without any warnings, he inserted two fingers inside you making you moan intensely. “My friends can’t make you feel this way huh baby girl? I only can make you moan like this. You belong to me.” He groaned against your now sensitive neck.

Tom was thrusting his digits at a ridiculously fast pace, making you see stars. “Feel so good. Only I get to feel this love.” he kept praising you, as he felt you getting closer and closer. “Yes- fuck, Tom only for you.” You moaned and grasped the back of his neck. “Why don’t you show me what also belongs to me baby? Cum for me angel.” He softly spoke into your ear, and with that, you released all over his digits.

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[marvelouspeterparker]

You are a little drunk and you kiss your best friend woman, Tom gets jealous for it

hope you don’t mind i made this a frat!tom blurb :) 

you were a clingy drunk, for sure. and a touchy one at that. and tom didn’t have a problem with it at all, he trusted you one hundred percent and you felt the same with him. but sometimes you could get a little excited when you had too much to drink.

you were currently at tom’s frat’s party, playing with your best friend against harrison and tom in a game of beer pong. to no surprise, you and your friend were winning by a long shot, it was almost embarrassing. tom loved you, he really did but he couldn’t help but be a little annoyed. you both knew how competitive he was, he couldn’t help it. 

you bit your lip and closed one eye dramatically as you aimed to throw another ball. it all felt very exaggerated and unnecessary but you always did like being dramatic. and with perfect aim, the ball landed directly into the cup in front of tom, making a little splash as it bounced. 

tom’s eyes were glaring at you as he picked up the cup and threw the ball out without even glancing at it. you pouted playfully at him, “aww tommy don’t––” you paused to hiccup, “be mad, i made it fair and square af––ter all.” 

he licked his lips and downed the drink in one sip, crushing the red solo cup and dropping it onto the floor before wiping his mouth with a swipe of the back of his hand. god, you could see his veins so prominent in his arm, his muscles flexing as he crushed the cup––the shine of his watch contrasting against his pale skin. he looked good. you have to admit it, the sight made you clench your thighs together, and tom, ever observant, noticed of course and smirked at you before grabbing a ball.

you could tell that he was aiming for the one in front of you––or rather, one of the many. and by some miracle, he made it in for the first time in three rounds. you raised your eyebrows, pretending to be impressed and tom just passed his tongue over his teeth teasingly, as he rearranged the backwards cap on his head, “drink up, darling.” 

you pursed your lips, trying to hide your cheeky smile and drank the beer in two big gulps, wiping away the drops that spilled down your chin afterwards. 

several rounds later, you and your friends aim were getting a little sloppy, so tom and harrison had caught up slightly, leaving two cups on your side and one on theirs. 

“uh oh ladies,” harrison joked, “better watch out.” 

you and your friend rolled your eyes, “whatever”

your friend turned to you and put her hands on your shoulders as you stared into each others souls, trying your best not to burst out laughing. “we got this.”

“fuck yeah we do.” you turned back to the game, it felt like your gaze was burning through the ball, that’s how attentive you were. you watched the trajectory of the ball as harrison threw it, the arch near perfect, before it landed in one of the cups. 

you closed your eyes and groaned as you heard the boys celebrate and high five on the other side of the table. since you had drank the last cup, your friend got this one, and she tried her best to hide her grimace as she finished the last drop. 

seeing as you reached a tie, tom couldn’t help but speak up, a smirk on his face as he did so, “one more cup, love. try not to screw this up, if possible.” 

you rolled your eyes and flipped him off. he put a hand to his chest in mock offense and harrison let out a chorus of “oooh”s. you shook them off and took a deep breath. your friend squeezed your free hand in support and that was all you needed. 

with that, you kissed the ball and threw it. all four of you held your breaths simultaneously as you watched it fly across the table. after a few excruciatingly long seconds, it landed in the cup and you and your friend both let out a huge sigh of relief while the boys cursed under their breaths. 

you and your friend jumped up and cheered before hugging each other, almost knocking yourselves down in the process. you turned back to see tom staring at you. 

“tommy you’re not gonna congratulate me?” you pouted mockingly, leaning over the table with both hands, giving him a very generous view of your cleavage. 

he clenched his jaw, “don’t wanna let it get to your ego so no.” 

you glared at him playfully, “not even a small kiss to say good job?”

he shrugged and you were about to complain when your friend spoke up.

“i can give you one,” she smiled cheekily at you.

you and your friend were close, and you both knew you wouldn’t regret it in the morning since it was a meaningless kiss so you shrugged and grabbed her cheeks while she grabbed your waist and pressed your lips together for no more than two seconds. you pulled away and giggled at each other, turning to see tom looking at you with his jaw dropped open and harrison with his eyebrows raised to the highest possible point on his forehead. 

“w––what––that’s not fair!” tom put both his hands on the table as he looked at the two of you incredulously. 

“i say they do it again,” harrison proposed jokingly and tom slapped his arm, making him raise both his hands in the air in mock surrender, “alright, alright!”

“how is that not fair, tom?” you crossed your arms, “you were being mean––and didn’t wanna kiss me,” you looked to your friend before looking back to your boyfriend, “and she was kind enough to give me what i wanted.” 

tom sputtered before you interrupted him, “it’s not like it meant anything––i could kiss harrison right now and it wouldn’t mean a thing.” you pointed out nonchalantly. you were joking of course, but you just liked to get him riled up, even when you weren’t completely clear-headed.

tom’s eyes widened comically. he whipped his head to the side and pointed at harrison, “don’t you fucking dare––”

harrison backed away, eyes wide, “wasn’t going to, mate!”

you furrowed your brows and tilted your head, deciding to tease just a bit more, “why wouldn’t you wanna kiss me?” you paused to swallow a burp, “am i that unattractive?”

now it was harrison’s turn to sputter, he reached his hands out as though to console you, though he was all the way on the other side of the table. “what? no! that’s not––” 

“fucking watch it mate––” tom slapped one of his best friend’s hands, making him turn to him, offended. 

“hey!”

they both started slapping each others arms like little kids, muttering out nonsense and you couldn’t help but laugh. they were snapped out of their “fight” by the sound of you and your friend giggling at them. 

next thing you knew, tom was making his way over to you. he grabbed your hand and pulled you away. he brought you to dimly-lit hallway and put his hand on your neck, pressing you against the wall. you gasped and looked up at him, but before you could say anything your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue in to toy with yours when your lips parted to let out a moan. his thigh slotted between your legs to press against your core and you groaned into the kiss, grinding your body onto his. 

after what felt like a lifetime that ended all too quickly, you whined as tom bit your lip and pulled away, kissing your jaw before whispering in your ear. “i hope now you remember just who you belong to.” he ran his thumb over your lips before sliding it into your warm mouth. his lips parted as he watched you bob your head around him as if it were his cock and he felt himself throb. he pulled his thumb out and you looked up at him, doe-eyed as he stared at you with lust. “those lips are mine. remember that.”