#prof!tom blurb

[smolvenger]

One Bed (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x Student! Fem! Reader)

Summary: You're on a trip for a research project with your sexy professor...and the Air BNB has only one bed.

Warnings: SMUT ! SMUT! This is one of my mostly smuttier pieces! (loss of virginity, use or professor/student relationship as a kink kind of, some oral sex and p in v sex, a bit of dirty talk and it's unprotected, whoopsies). A mild plot in this one but some sweet, fluffy moments.

Word Count: >2 K. A blurb/smaller oneshot (Prof! Tom just does something to me, okay?!)

Dick-tionary: Smut starts at "Take me. Take me good,” you said" and ends at "Here…let me hold you, YN, please…”.

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There had been a mistake.

There was your special trip. School funded. To research the historical context and life of 19th-century romantic authors. One you would take with Professor Hiddleston. The days would consist of visiting old houses and attending lectures in between stuffing yourself silly with sandwiches in tea shops. 

All while trying not to secretly oogle the Professor in his suit.

The first day, after a long day of traveling, you attended the first series of lectures. You fought to keep your head from drooping. Both of you ambled down the cobblestoned streets and checked into your stay for the week.

 But there was a mishap in the Air BNB. But the location, no- it was still a cozy, comfortable cottage. One of those in England that seemed like a country house that plopped into a city. 

The problem was that there was only one bed in that room.

The cottage itself was furnished moderately. The chairs were wooden and rickety. The living room had no sofa.

Professor Hiddleston was going to be a gentleman and try to sleep on the floor or the chairs. The picture of his tall body trying to curl himself up to sleep on one made you almost burst into laughter. He was going to find the host and talk to them. 

“It’s big enough! We can just roll away, give each other some space!” you encouraged, gesturing to it.

Before you knew it, you were both in your night clothes. In the bed. A blanket over you.

The beat of your heart raced too fast for sleep. Not to mention your mind for having him near. Seeing him so relaxed. His long curls freed. His glasses were folded in the case on the desk. How his long legs just brushed yours. It was everything in you not to bump your feet flirtatiously to him. Or to even just feel his skin.

It shouldn’t feel this….this…this wrong.

Wrong, wait, you thought, what was wrong?

You both were of age. He was single. You were single. You got along well, incredibly well in fact. He was funny, incredibly kind, wise, and smart as a whip. Not to mention, he was delectable. The way he read Shakespeare out loud would make you wet in a 10 am class. You’d be squirming in his seat as he adjusted his glasses.

When you sat at that lecture, you could see him, Secretly taking glances at you. Your hands just brushed as you took notes. The heat in you jolted you awake and the content of the speech, the reason you were brought here in the first place, seemed like distant white noise compared to his presence close to you.

His breathing was hitching. You heard a rustling. His voice made low and husky, whispering your name.

You turned around.

Before you could process anything, he at once adjusted himself on top of you. Heart beating even harder, feeling his weight pinning you, you began to tremble.

“Pro-Professor?” you asked.

“I don’t care anymore-” he rasped.

He pressed your lips to his. A sound came out of you- you could taste the mint of his toothpaste. He pressed further onto you. Your arms wrapping around to deepen it. He released it, his breath heavy.

“Do you even know what you do to me?” he asked.

You swallowed back the snarky comment that you could feel exactly the effect you had on him brushing against your stomach. Though he was still clothed in his loose white shirt and shorts for sleep. His curls over you. His beard scratches against your skin. Heat rising all over you.

You felt his hands touch you. Tracing down from your breasts to your stomach. And further down. You began to tremble and the pooling sensation was happening between your legs. He reached your neck and pressed a kiss there. An involuntary moan flew out of you. His cock in his pants seemed even more pressed.

“I’ve held back, back for so long, darling, please-” he whispered.

His hand stopped when it reached the hem of your shorts. It released and you nearly whined.

“What…what is it?” you asked.

“I’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you,” he whispered.

You were a mess of lust now. You wanted him so badly, and here he was. But yet there was the unknown. The precipice.  

“I’ve never…never been with a..a..a…I’ve never-never done this, professor” you stuttered.

He kissed your cheek. His eyes were soft, a smile on his face.

“I’ll make be gentle, my dear,” he promised.

You were shaking and wet and ready. 

“Take me. Take me good,” you said.

He kissed your neck again, and you let out another moan.

“No one’s here-you can make a sound, darling. It’s only you. And me…don’t be afraid, I’ll make you ready,” he rasped.

His kiss traveled to your chest. Then his hand worked each front button of your shirt. Ceremoniously. Sacredly. He pushed it slowly away to show your breasts. He kissed down your chest and onto one. His lips traveled your stomach and then his hands slif off both your shorts and drenched underwear.

He kissed you and swung you over. Already you felt yourself arch at him.

“Beautiful….you’re fucking beautiful…” he whispered, seeing your bare form. The moonlight slipped through the curtains giving a silver sliver in the room.

The clothes were thrown aside. You were naked. But he was still donned. He held up your leg, arching your back, grinding air. Your arms dangled before the bed and making sure he heard your whimpers, knew how badly you wanted him. He began kissing the inside of your thigh, held up in his large hand. His eyes shone at what lay between your legs.

“Hear my soul speak…” he murmured, reciting Shakespeare.

His lips traveled up. Closer, and closer. 

“The very instant that I did saw you…”

You felt his hot breath right before your soaked entrance.

“My heart did fly into your service…” 

 His tongue gave a lap. You writhed against him. You couldn’t remember being this turned on. His mouth gave little licks. You held onto the bedrail for life. You were going to burst- but you needed him. It was not enough. You wanted more.

“Please…Please, fuck me, Professor…I need your cock…” you began to beg.

He took off his shirt and you were in near shock at his lean, muscular body.

Your heart jumped at his erect, large cock dripping already. You would make it fit. You wanted it to. 

He leaned down, positioning himself right at your entrance. He held a forehead to yours.

“Tell me now you want this…tell me now…and I’ll be slow…”

“I want this…” you confirmed.

You lay down, and his hand flew over yours, holding you in place. He groaned as he entered. He slowly slid in, you were gasping.

“Professor…professor-I…I-oh! Oh god!” you cried out.

The pain came to you and fizzled out. You were gasping aloud. Somehow… you adjusted. 

“I’m going to move,” he announced.

He then thrust in and out of you. A slow pace. His breathing was hard. His cock hitting the right spot. You put your hands up onto his chest. One hand of his left yours and lifted your leg to feel the deeper position.

“God-god, yes-yes..” you were groaning.

“Tell me-Tell me, darling, if I- I need to-to be slow- you’re so-so good, doing so good-” he rasped in between them.

But you were craving it. The release. The ravishment.

“Professor-please-harder- faster- fuck me- fuck me-more-please!” you were begging. Already new and you were his whore and you wanted him. In every way possible.

He complied. He brought up the pace. The board of the bed hits the wall gently, and it creaks beneath your weight. His grunts above you, his curls undone. No more Shakespeare now. He went faster, going deeper.

His hand reached down. He found your clit and began to circle it. You leaned back and moaned.

“Yes- professor-there-”

“That noise- that look- you’re going to make me- make me- you’re going to-”

He traced faster. You felt the spinning rise up. He kept murmuring filth to you.

“God, you’re going to make me-make me cum- look-look in my eyes- so you see me- cum, go on-cum darling, yes-fuck, cum- already- cume for me-”

You were spinning, reaching there-

“Yes-fuck, darling- be a good girl- cum for me- I’m going to-I’m-cum for me-I want-want my little student to-to cum- yes-cum for me, cum for me-I’m cumming, darling, I-”

Heaven entered that little cottage as you cried out his name, oblivion breaking on you between those sheets. He arrived there too, flushed and panting hard with his last groan.

“Here…let me hold you, YN, please…” he offered.

You cuddled onto him, feeling his seed drip somewhat on your skin. And your own release pouring out too. He was warm, sweating, and yet soft, comforting as you cuddled him.

“I…I didn’t know…you just…you’re the type to quote poetry during sex…” you breathed out in a joke, your haze.

“You’re poetry itself,” he said with a last kiss on your forehead.

[hollandsmushroom]

Head Scratches || Prof T.H.

 Summary: Soft funny witty Prof!Tom just wants you to scratch his head while he grades papers. Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: a student teacher relationship, both parties consenting and of age. Lots of mentions of sex but no sex. 

Word Count: 937

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The couch was where you and Tom always seemed to end up. The end of the day when you were both exhausted you curled into each other, in the safety of each other's hold. In this time you would do the things you didn’t want to do alone, a show that you were both barely invested in playing quietly in the background as you did your separate tasks. It was typically you doing your school work, often something for Tom’s class, all the while teasing Tom relentlessly about how much you hated the assignment, and Tom would sit next to you, grading papers and reading discussion posts. That was exactly the situation that you were in right now, your legs crossed underneath your thighs with your laptop perched on your legs, Tom next to you, legs crossed as he still wore his slacks, the linen tightening around his thighs in a way that you were fighting not to be distracted by. His hands cradled a pile of papers, a red pen in hand as his eyes traced the words that lined the paper. 

“Tommy” you whined, throwing your head back against the ledge of the couch, thudding softly at the force of your disdain, your voice drawing Tom from where he was lost in a student's amazingly written paragraph and making him turn his head towards you. 

“Hmm?” a soft hum exits his thin lips, curled in, a habit something he had a habit of doing when he was concentrated. 

“Why did you assign so much goddamn required reading?” you groan, twisting your head to look at him with your eyes in a playful squint, eyeing how his look of concentration broke into a bright smile. “And why did I fall in love and move in with you, only putting me in a situation where you can actually observe if I write it or not?” you add, leaning over to poke Tom softly in the middle of his forehead before letting your hand press back, pushing through his gelled hair, breaking up the stiffness as your nails begin to scratch over his scalp softly, Tom’s brown eyes fluttering shut. 

“That ‘goddamn’ reading, as you called it, is for your education, love” Tom mumble softly as he cranes his neck, pressing his head harder into your hand like a cat when you pet its head. 

“Fuck education” digging your nails slightly deeper into his skin, hoping it would pinch just a little but it resulted in a contented sigh that quickly turned into a disgruntled noise as Tom’s eyes shoot open. 

“Fuck education?” he sounded affronted, as if you had wounded him but his face quickly changed. “More like fuck your educator!” He looked so pleased with himself and you couldn’t help but laugh at how witty he thought he was. 

“Dr. Thomas Holland, how crass of you!” you shouted jokingly, pulling your hand away from his head and bringing it to cover your mouth in feigned shock. 

“What? It's true!” Tom pointed out, and it was, it was indeed true, and it was good, but that was beside the point right then. 

“Though it is true doesn’t mean you have to say it like that!” you were keeping up the act, having fun with the banter that you and Tom always seemed to slip into. 

“Well just to bring this conversation full circle, I don’t know why you fell in love with me, but I am glad you did, the thing I do know, is, you moved in with me to fuck your educator even more” he murmurs, leaning in further and brushing his lips over yours in a tender kiss, but you pushed him back ever so slightly. 

“You’re not as funny as you think you are” you once again emphasize by poking his forehead, an action that Tom spotted and acted accordingly, ducking his head so that your fingers landed on his scalp, scratching over his skin once again, a small moan of contentment rising from his chest. 

“I think I am pretty fucking funny” 

“Nah, you’re a pretty fun fuck though” you tease, drawing your hand from his scalp and returning your attention to your computer screen leaving Tom with a shocked look on his face. 

“Um, I will have you know that I am the love of your life, much more than just a fuck” Tom affirms, pressing his lips to your cheek as you restart your reading. 

“Fine, fine, yes, you’re the love of my life who is also a fun fuck, now let me get back to work, my professors got a real hard ass” you smile to yourself at your words. 

“I think the phrase is ‘hard ass’ actually” Tom couldn’t fight the smile on his lips as at your complimentary joke. 

“I know” you shrug, finding the sentence that you had left off on and starting your reading again but you couldn’t help but notice that Tom was still staring at you intently, drawing your attention away from your screen to look at him. “Can I help you?” you inquire softly. 

“Yes, yes you can, you can keep scratching my head while I grade papers, it feels really good and I like having you touch me, even in the simplest of ways.” Tom mumbles, looking away, slightly ashamed of his request. 

“And I like touching you in the simplest of ways” you smiled softly, burying your hand in his soft hair, dragging your nails of the skin, returning to your work as Tom returned to his, much more content with the situation or grading than he had been before. 

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[parkerpeter24]

You’re having a really bad day and Prof!tom notices and offers to spend the rest of the day with you to make it up to you, lots of reassuring words and a lil confession! Fluff to the max basically :’)

long day

pairing ➳ prof!tom x reader

w.c. ➳ 1.1k

warnings ➳ professor-student relationship (both are of age)

a/n ➳ rosie, happy birthday!! i wanted to post this today because what better day than today to post a prof!tom fic for you <3

tom was about to go off. he was about to go off like an alarm and there was no stopping him. he had just returned from a long day of running errands and making sure to sit with the librarian and get the stock of history books, his subject, that came in just a day before, stamped. his whole sunday had been ruined with all this and now he couldn’t find his favorite pair of sweats.

he plopped down on the couch of his apartment’s living room in work clothes finally heaving a relieved sigh. his next step was pulling out his phone from his pants’ pocket, dialing your number. he expected you to pick up the phone and listen about his excruciating day as he rambled on, but there was no reply from your end. he hadn’t seen you this weekend and he believed you were busy with assignments.

it was after five missed calls that tom threw his phone on the couch as it bounced against the leather, almost tipping off the edge. he was clear about one fact that you wouldn’t have gone to sleep this early in the evening considering your two am calls that were very evident in his call history.

he was desperate to have you pick up his call, his fingers working on their own accord, dialing your landline number without considering that your roommate could be the one picking up the phone.

you heard the landline ringing continuously but decided to ignore it just like the last five phone calls. you were exhausted but not sleepy at the same time. you didn’t feel like getting rest but your head was throbbing.

“corey?!” you called out to your roommate but got only silence in response, “can you get the call?”

receiving yet no reply, you rolled off the bed, landing on your knees on the carpeted floor before getting up and making your way outside with slumped shoulders. there were no signs of your roommate around the 2bhk apartment. you grabbed the landline in your hands before plopping down on the couch, finally answering the call begrudgingly

"hello?"

"darling, why aren't you picking up your phone, i've been trying to reach you for the longest time! i had such a bad day at work and when i need you, you're not even picking up my calls" tom rambled

"i was busy." your answer was precise, ignoring the way you felt yourself tense at his accusations, "uni and stuff." tom noticed how your voice sounded quieter.

"is everything alright?" he asked, now sitting up a bit straighter, worry lacing his smooth words.

"yeah, i'm good."

lie. he could see right through you. he might have had a bad day and he just wanted to talk to you, maybe even bitch about this one nagging colleague of his who won't stop talking about their kid picking up a block. now, tom loves kids but how many times can you hear a story, certainly not seventeen times in a day. but as far as he was concerned right now, he would've been at gunpoint and still asking you if you were feeling okay, because he could tell something was wrong.

"doesn't sound like good, darling." he let out slowly, as if he spoke any higher, he would irritate and give you one more reason to avoid his calls, "you at home?"

"mhm, i am." you replied.

you worried about sounding rude, making him want to get over with this call and finally get to relax after a long day, but the gears in tom's head were turning in other directions. never in a million years would you have thought his next sentence would be, "i'm coming over." tom stated, already working on putting his shoes back on.

you had thought about retreating to your bed but tom's text reading 'almost there' illuminated your phone screen sooner that you thought and soon enough you were making your way over to the door. opening it, you saw tom in his disheveled state, eyes slightly red and hair flying in all directions, bearing a dopey smile just for you as his hand lifted up a packet. you smiled at the sweet man, "what's that?"

"cupcakes, silly!" he made his way inside your apartment. a sense of relief washed over you as you recalled that your roommate had went out, however the fact that tom didn't make sure of that before coming over made your heart flutter in adoration and nervousness at the same time. after all this secret little rendezvous of yours had to end sooner or later.

"sounds delicious." you gave the older man a smile as you both made your way over to the dining table. tom pulled out a chair for you, making you chuckle, "such a gentleman." you remarked before sitting down.

it was a few bites into your cupcake when tom decided to bring up the question from before, "are you okay, darling?"

you felt your body tense as you gulped down the lump in your throat but tom's soft smile made you nod your head, "better now. i was overthinking about uni and how i could never be really good in any subject."

"what're you talking about? you're exceptional in my subject!"

"you're just saying that because you love me." you chuckled, taking another bite of your delightful cupcake, not giving another thought to the words that left your mouth. it was tom's turn to visibly tense, a sudden epiphany causing you to choke on the sweetness in your mouth, "n-no, i meant- i didn't mean to say that out loud!" you stuttered your way through words, caught off guard but you were surely making up a whole explanation about the words you'd just said, "it just slipped out, we can pretend that never happened, i'm just so stupid, you obviously don't love-"

and before you could go on another rambling spree, tom's lips were on yours. his hand caressing your cheek softly, lulling you in closer as his tongue poked out to swipe the remains of frosting off of your lips. a little upturn of your lips and tom was reciprocating the smile enveloping your lips. you couldn't help but run a hand through his messy locks as the both of you pulled back, oxygen signifying its importance, "i do love you."

you rested your forehead against his, finding pure adoration in his eyes. he did love you, maybe it was never about hiding what you had from everyone but keeping it for each other's eyes only, "i do love you too."

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[duskholland]

imagine prof!tom picking up drunk reader from a frat party and taking care of her...swoon

i think drunk pickup from a party might be one of my favourite tropes :’) thank u <3

prof!tom fever night

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The front lawn of the frat house is full of discarded solo cups, and as you sit in the grass, the blades are cool against your legs. You play around with the strands, pulling a few out with blurry fingers as you laugh softly to yourself. Time passes by quickly, interrupted only by a large shadow falling over your figure. You squint as you look up, tilting your head to the side as your tired eyes take in the person.

“Darling.” It’s Professor Holland—Tom, your boyfriend—, drowning in a hoodie. It’s a light lilac colour and he’s paired it with some grey jeans. He’s wearing an amused smile as he raises a hand in greeting. “Why are you sitting out here?”

You accept his hands, glad for his steady grip as you go stumbling to your feet. You’re very drunk. The frat party had been amazing for the first few hours, but as soon as the clock passed 3am, you’d started to flag. Now you’re tired, delirious, and ready for bed.

“Too hot in there,” you reason, winding your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. His features float in front of your eyes, his gaze kind and full of amusement. “It’s cold out here.”

“That’s most definitely true.” Tom reaches up and cups both of your cheeks, frowning when you sigh contentedly and nuzzle into his warm palms. “You’re freezing, Y/N,” he scolds, eyebrows furrowing. “You need to take care of yourself.”

“I did,” you complain, pouting. “You said to call you if I needed anything. So I did.”

Tom coos, then leans forward to softly kiss you. His lips linger there for only a second, but it’s enough to warm you up from the inside out.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. A moment passes then he squeezes your cheeks and steps back, wrapping an arm around your waist and walking with you down the long path. “I’ll take you home.”

“To yours?” you ask, fluttering your lashes despite knowing he’s looking at the path and not at you.

“If you want, darling.”

“Yeah.” You giggle softly and reach up to mess with his curls. You accidentally knock his hood from his head, and Tom rolls his eyes as he quickly pulls it back off. “No,” you whine. “Keep it down, I wanna see your hair.”

He squeezes your waist. “I’m flying under the radar tonight, sweetheart,” he reminds you, voice low. “Wouldn’t exactly be the best look to be seen picking up one of my drunk students from a frat party, would it?”

You giggle as you totter down the street, recognising his car. “But that’s what you’re doing?”

Tom kisses your hand before opening the passenger’s side for you and helping you in. “Yeah,” he agrees. “But you’re not just any student, are you?”

You wait until he’s walked around the car and buckled into the driver’s side to respond. “Aren’t I?”

He rolls his eyes and leans across the console to kiss your forehead. “No,” he stresses, eyes dancing. “I love you. You know that.”

You smirk as you cross your arms over your chest, blearily happily. “Love you too, Tom,” you reply.

Tom takes you back to his. You try to stay on your best behaviour, but you’re still very drunk, and when you’re drunk, you’re annoying. He’s patient with you, but it brings you great amusement to watch his jaw tense from irritation as he sits you up on the bathroom counter and tries to wipe your makeup off, only for you to dodge out of the way each time.

“Stay still,” he mumbles, frowning. Finally, Tom manages to hold your chin, grasping gently as he dabs at your cheeks with a wet cotton pad. “There you go.”

You pout your lips at him. “Kiss?” you ask, smiling widely.

He sighs, then leans closer. “If I kiss you, will you stay still?”

You nod your head immediately. “Yeah,” you reply. “Promise.”

Tom quickly learns that the easiest way to get you ready for bed is by punctuating every movement with a kiss, and once he makes a routine of pressing his warm mouth to yours every few seconds, you’re a lot more compliant. Eventually, he’s convinced you to down a pint of water, change into one of his old oversized hoodies and move over to bed, your lips connected as you pull him down with you.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, easily and effectively pushing you back onto your side of the bed. He rolls over, briefly sitting up as he throws off his t-shirt and struggles from his jeans. “Time to sleep.” As soon as he’s back beside you, he wraps you in his arms and you snuggle into his chest.

Masked by darkness, a sudden, tipsy thought strikes you. “Wait… What were you doing when I called you?”

“Sleeping.”

Your eyes snap up, and you fail to find him in the darkness. Tom reaches up, warm palm cupping the back of your head until you’re soothed.

“Sorry,” you murmur, feeling a little guilty. “This was probably really annoying.”

His lips grace your forehead. “It wasn’t,” he promises. “I’d come out and get you any time of day, darling. I care about you.”

A happy sigh falls past your lips, and your eyes droop shut. “Thanks, Tom,” you murmur. “Love you.”

He kisses the top of your head again. “‘Course, darling. I’m going to the gym at 6, do you want me to wake you up before I go?”

You growl into his chest, only stopping when you hear him laughing. “Do you even love me?” you lament. “What kind of question is that?”

He squeezes your waist. “I love you,” Tom says, voice softer than a lullaby. “Get some sleep.”

Tom tugs you closer, and despite being able to feel the hangover ache building in your temples, you fall asleep with a smile on your face, his arms wrapped around you, and his lips coming over your forehead every few minutes.

[hoodieofholland]

Professor Tom x cheerleader reader ( part 2?)

- the reader goes and takes his exam, she decides to wear her uniform, she gets a good score on the test, and after class Tom gives her a reward

( sexual tension when he sees her in the uniform and then smut after class )

A/n: this was WILD to write, and i luv it. This is loooong, so prepare yourself!

Warnings: smut (+18, dni if you're a minor), oral (f rec), fingering (f rec), protected sex, little praise kink, little sir kink.

"Alright, people, we'll get started as soon as you're ready to take the test", Tom says as he prepares the amount of paper on his desk, flipping through them to make sure everything is set up for the first exam in the semester.

The students are taking their seats, a small crowd whispering and whimpering loudly as they nervously make their own preparation for the most feared day of the year.

Mr. Holland rests his arms, crossed over his chest, as he takes a look to the class before grabbing the papers, his eyes looking for a specific student on their own desire. He didn't want to even think about it, to make it more clear to himself, but he was looking for you. Miss y/n, his most brilliant student, always perfectly on time, was late today. He pondered about taking his time to give the exam, so he could give you a few more minutes to arrive, but he didn't want to be more unprofessional than he was already feeling like.

He sighed in frustration, but before he could start walking around the class to hand out the papers, the door cracked open and you walked in.

Tom's eyes flipped immediately at you, jaw tightening as soon as he looked at the way you were dressed to attend his test.

It wasn't exactly warm outside, but you were wearing your cheerleading outfit now, a tight short yellow skirt, an equally tight gym top and yellow socks that reached your knees, letting your thighs bare. It wasn't warm, yet you chose to wear the outfit that left little to imagination.

Tom's eyes widened, caught out of guard. You were naturally gorgeous, in your very formal and usual clothes, the ones you wore for classes, but right now... right now you were beyond anything he has seen in that classroom.

"Sorry, Mr. Holland", you smiled apologetically. However, there was a hint of a smirk on the corner of your lips, result of the joy you were feeling for your professor's reaction to your entrance. "I got lost on time"

Sure you could make the important test on time, but it wouldn't give you all the attention you wanted as soon as you stepped Mr. Holland's class. It took you the entire night to figure out that was what you wanted since you two changed words in his car, but when you finally chose to give it a try, you decided to wear that same outfit from practice, regard from the sweater you were wearing back then to protect you from the coldness. Now, you left your arms exposed, breasts beautifully hugged by the material of your top and even a small part of your stomach bare, since the skirt only covered to your waist.

Tom knew he should give you an advertence for being late, and he was sure that if it was any of his other students, he would have done it. But Tom also knew he treated you differently, and not only because you were his best student - also because he was attracted to you in many ways.

This is so wrong, he thought to himself, but couldn't help the words that was slipping out of his mouth.

"It's okay, Miss y/l/n. Take a seat, we're about to get started".

You do as you're told, taking the nearest seat to his desk, the one that usually people avoid to not get so close to the professor. The small crowd of girls that were always excited to watch Mr. Holland in his classes and always made sure to seat close to him, now were in the back, too scared of the exam to pay some attention to the hot man.

You were fine with it. After studying a whole night, you were confident you were going to do well.

Mr. Holland handed you the paper and couldn't help but exchange look with you. Your legs felt weak for a moment, staring into those beautiful bright brown eyes, but you regained some composure before concentrate on test again.

***

A week passed since your test, and Professor Holland was set to start his class sharply on time, as always. This time, you didn't wear your cheerleading clothes, but still got a bit more dressed up than necessary for class.

Mr. Holland saw the moment you crossed the door, a small smile covering your lips. He stared at it for good five seconds straight until you took your seat.

"Good morning, everyone!", he said, clearing his throat as he got up from his desk to start his lecture. "I already finished grading your tests, so I'm going to hand it to you with my notes by the end of this class".

You crossed one leg over another, too caught up on your thoughts about your professor to actually care about the class. You knew it was useless to struggle to pain any attention to what he was saying. Though his abilities speaking and explaining were undoubtedly amazing, Tom's charm was distracting itself, and even worse when he spent the whole morning eyeing you every now and then.

You weren't so convicted that there was something really happening there, but you couldn't help the excitement running through your veins each time he gave you a side look, as if he was trying to avoid it.

By the end of the class, you were packing your things, slowly, as you weren't excited at all to go to your next class. Most people did their way out of the classroom, only a few small groups being left. You've already received your test back, being extremely satisfied with your high score, though a lot of your classmates couldn't tell the same.

So when you got up from your seat and walked to the door's direction, you were surprised to hear Mr. Holland's voice.

"Miss y/l/n, can I please have a word with you about your test?"

You blink a few times, suddenly nervous with the subject. A lot of thoughts passed through your mind, asking yourself if maybe he made a mistake and your score wasn't that high after all. Maybe he thought that you cheated on the test, maybe-

"Miss y/l/n?"

Your heartbeat is fast by now, and you watch as the few students leave you behind with Mr. Holland facing you sternly.

You gulp. Damn, you think to yourself, he's going to warn me, I was staring at the man the whole fucking day. He's going to punish me for being such a-

"Yes, Mr. Holland", you walk to his desk, test on your hand, that is slightly shaky. Mr. Holland look at the paper and shows his hand so you could give it to him.

He's wearing his usual clothes - the only type of wearing you've ever seen him in - a black sweater, sometimes with a turtleneck, and some really nice trousers. Mr. Holland was always dressed up in a not very casual set of clothes, but you liked it. It matched his professional and intelligent look.

"What's the matter, Mr. Holland?", you can't help yourself from asking, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. "Is something wrong?"

He looked distracted for a moment, flipping through the papers, as his eyebrows lift an his eyes avert from your writing.

"No, no, Miss y/l/n. There's nothing wrong here", he smiled warmly at you, eyes bright as always.

You sigh in relief, but still don't get the point at why he called you after class. "So..."

"I was just going to congratulate you, for your grades. But I'm also really curious about how you deal with it all", he rests his index finger and thumb over his chin, the trace of his smile still there. "You know, cheerleading at day, brilliant student at night".

You take a few seconds to realise that was the casual tone he used with you in his car, while he drove you home. He was just being friendly, not professionally. He must have liked the talk you both had, and that caught you out of guard.

Because no matter the fact that you dressed up to his test to get his attention, no matter how much confidence you had walking in his class, right now, with his bright brown eyes staring at you, all you could feel was your knees going weak, your mouth slightly dry.

"Well, I got the best professor in the department, so... not so hard", you smile, tugging your hand on the strap of your backpack.

Mr. Holland chuckles and shakes his head, collecting the papers and handing it back to you.

"And how is the TA work going? Are you enjoying it?"

You bite your lip slightly. You wanted to tell the truth, that you were expecting to see him more while doing this, that it was one of the main reasons why you accepted the job, but you wouldn't dare to say it out loud.

"Yeah, it's great. Don't think being a professor is my thing, though, for all that matters. It's a valid experience", you shrug.

Tom shakes his head in agreement, and both of you fall silence, staring at each other. Your eyes slowly avert to his lips, his thin yet tempting lips. It's just a matter of seconds until he speaks again.

"So, you're free to go now. Don't want you to miss your next class", he says as he gets up from his seat to get his belongings together. You look at his hands working, the prominent vein on his arm showing, and gulp.

"Fuck, wish I could be dismissed from that one", you whimper without realising what you're saying. Mr. Holland looks at you with a cocked eyebrow.

"Watch your language, y/n, I'm still your professor", he says in a stern voice, but you can see the joy on his eyes. He's joking.

So you decide to play along.

Bitting your lips, you cross your arms over your chest, a sassy expression on your face.

"Then why are you calling me by my name, Mr. Holland?", you tease innocently, and he turns his head to look at you. Discreetly, his eyes go to your lips, the way your teeth are grazing over it, just like he wished he could do-

"Clever remark". He smirks. "But you've told me to, remember?"

"Right", you bounce back and forth on your feet. "Does it make us friends or something?"

Mr. Holland looks at you with a puzzled face, quite intrigued by your speech and how casual you sound about it.

"Well, that would not be very professional of me", he said, eyes not leaving your figure, slightly narrowed.

"But that's not something that would bother me, Mr. Holland", you smile. "And I'd never judge you anything but strictly professional, if that matters".

His smile widens. "Yeah, it does". Tom puts some papers inside of folders that he brought to the classroom. He paused, staring at the desk as if he was far in his thoughts. "Tell me, Y/N, is it really that weird if we get to like each other? I mean, more than a student gets to like her favorite professor?"

You heart loses a beat, not entirely prepared for the subject to switch so quickly.

"I don't- think so", you say as soon as you find your voice.

Tom's shoulder visibly relax. "Good. Cause I really like spending time with you".

He throws his bag's strap over his shoulder and look at you, who's standing a lot closer now.

"Can I ask you something?", you say, barely in an audible voice. Tom nods.

You can sense everything now - the heat radiating from his body, his not so regular breathing, the way he clench his hand around the strap of his bag as a reaction to your question. It's all just under your nose, waiting for his confirmation that what was going on between the two of you was real.

But maybe you didn't have to ask it. Maybe that's what would end up bringing you two to nothing but a blushing face. So you decide otherwise. You decide to take a step further and ignore the discomfort on your stomach that almost yells you to stop as an instinct. You swallow hard as you walk closer to Mr. Holland. He watches your every move cautiously, eyes travelling from your eyes to your hands and chest, and then your lips.

That's it, you tell yourself, he wants it too.

And as easy as it is for you to realise you had a big fucking crush over your English professor, you can see that he does like you too.

You drop your backpack slowly, his eyes never leaving your face. "If this is messed up, please tell me to stop", your voice is a whisper, but he can hear it, he can hear everything. He can hear your breathe coming harshly from your nose.

He hesitates, but at the end he knew he couldn't fight that anymore. Mr. Holland brings his hand to your waist and the other to cup your cheek. His bag is now on the floor, matching yours. There's a frown between his brows, deep enough to make it clear that he's going through an inner fight.

"That's okay", you say, looking directly into his eyes, a wave of confidence bringing the words freely through your lips. "I want it as much as you do".

Your faces get closer and closer, noses touching one another, and you start to close your eyes, too taken by the feeling of his touch.

"This is wrong", he whispers before swallowing.

You shakes your head negatively, inhaling the air that was filled with his scent. "No... just shut up and kiss me, Tom".

That was what he needed to bring his lips to touch yours vigorously, like he was holding himself much longer than just the couple of minutes the two of you spent together. You sigh as soon as you feel his thin lips hovering yours ever so slightly before clashing then together in a rhythmic slow burning kiss.

His presence was everywhere, his touch on your waist, still burning over the fabric of your shirt. His tongue makes its way to your mouth, finding yours.

The realization of the fact that you were making out with your professor in his classroom hit you hard, turning you on even more. Anyone could walk in and find the two of you in that state, your hands tugging on his curls, messing his once perfectly tidy hair, your lips fighting to feel one another in every way possible and your desperate whimpers every time Tom lowered his head to kiss your neck.

The wet path of his smooth kisses over the sensitive skin shivers in contrast with the cold air.

"Been dreaming 'bout this forever", Tom's accent is even thicker now, with his voice coming out husky. "Since you first talked to me, darling, since you first walked in my class".

You moan, unable to say something more, your hands clenching around the fabric of his sweater.

His face is now on the same level of your again, and when you feel his breathing hitting you, his hands cupping your face, you open your eyes slowly.

"I want you", he says it quietly, word by word in a slow flow, "But I want you to tell me if you want it too. I don't want to pressure you into anything, and I don't want you to think that I do this with my-"

"I do", you cut him off, too desperate to wait. "I want you, Tom"

Hearing you calling him by his name made Tom snap out of his own worried thoughts to concentrate on you and you only. He took your lips on his once more before saying in a quiet hurried whisper.

"Meet me in my office in five minutes. Not more, not less, just be there in five minutes".

His face held a serious expression and you couldn't help but nod quickly before he grabbed his bag, eyes never leaving your face, and walked out of the classroom.

You were left there, still out of breath, checking time up to count the most long five minutes of your entire life.

Thinking straighter, without your professor's mint scent filling up your senses, you couldn't believe that it actually happened. Only God knows how many times you caught yourself daydreaming of this day, of how sometimes you'd get yourself off by the thought of Mr. Holland having his way with you.

You walk out of the classroom and wait at one of the aisle's bench, holding your backpack tightly. The corridor was empty and you were thankful that no one was able to see your excited and nervous expression. By this moment, you wouldn't be able to hide it anymore.

So when your watch hit five minutes, you almost jumped from the bench and walked down the hall, looking for the stairs to the next floor, where you knew Mr. Holland's office was.

It was gladly at the end of the hallway. A very nice wooden board held the description "Prof. Thomas S. Holland", making your knees go weak at the realization that he was right there, waiting for you.

You almost knocked on the door, but thought it was dumb anyways, so you just turned the handle before entering the room.

Tom was standing by his desk, his back facing you. You could see the hard breathing he had by the way his shoulders were moving heavily.

"Please, don't tell you are overthinking it", you say in a low voice, closing the door quietly behind you.

Tom turns his head and smiles sweetly at you. "I'm not", he says.

You don't know what to do by now, so you just stand at the door, holding the strap of your backpack, that's hanging by your hand. Mr. Holland makes his way to you, taking his hand to cup one of your cheek, thumb caressing the skin softly.

"You're so gorgeous", he whispers.

The room is dark, only illuminated by the din light from a lamp on his desk. You can see everything, though, from his slightly moves to the small frown on his face. You flutter your eyes close as he lean into you, lips brushing over yours in a tempting way.

His hands travel to your waist, fingers deepening in your skin, making you whimper against his mouth.

You put your hands around his neck, brining him impossibly closer, and hear him groan.

Tom smashes your lips together, tongues not wasting time to collide in a passionate kiss. Yours fingers lock with his curls, pulling gently as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth.

"Shit", you moan against him, feeling the wet patch on your panties growing even more. Your walls are clenching at the thought of being so close to touch your professor inside his office.

Tom takes you abruptly, supporting your weight as he carries you to his desk, putting you to sit on it.

His hands are quick to undo the first buttons of your shirt. However, before he continues, his eyes search for yours, asking for approval, which you quickly give by shaking your head fervently. "Please", you whimper, squirming under your makeshift seat.

Tom smirks before continuing his work, the tip of his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin between your breasts as he does.

He opens your shirt, revealing the black bra that held your breasts tightly. Lowering his head, Tom lets a trail of wet kisses along the way from the base of your neck to your covered nipples.

"Please, Sir. The more I like this... I don't want foreplay right now".

Tom arcs an eyebrow at you, the pad of his fingers massaging each one of your nipples, pushing the bra's fabric aside.

"You know you don't have to call me sir now, Y/N", he says in a husky voice, a smirk in the corner of his thin lips. His eyes were glistening in pure lust as he saw you opening your legs further to get his body closer to yours. "But you want to, don't you? You like it, calling me sir. You like the thought that your professor is about to fuck you".

You bite your lip to suppress a moan, your core throbbing with desire simply for his words.

He grabs the back of your thighs and squeeze them, pulling your lower half into him. "Who would know that such a good student would be so fucking naughty", his hand goes up your bare thigh, getting closer to where you desired his hands the most.

"Please, Tom. Just- just do something". You beg him, as you watch your skirt going up, revealing your soaked panties.

Tom smiled wickedly, "Thought you wanted it to be sir instead". You're about to give him a wise answer, but then you feel his thumb pressing directly into your clothed clit, and swallow hard the lump that formed in the back of your throat.

"Damn it", you curse, opening your legs even more.

"You're so fucking wet", he states, looking to your center. You put one of your legs over the desk, allowing him to take a better look and to get a better position with his hands. "Bloody beautiful"

Tom kneels down on the floor, looking directly to your center, which made your pussy throb again in expectation. His breathing is so close to your heat that you can feel the shiver running down your spine as he gets closer.

"Is that okay, darling?" He looks into your eyes, asking for permission, and you nod yes firmly. Tom smirks, his lips connecting with your pussy. You release a moan just in right in time his tongue swirl around your entrance, teasing you.

He closes his eyes, feeling the taste of your sweet cunt filling up his senses. As soon as he fucks his tongue into you, you grab his curls, "Shit, Tom, just like that".

He moans inside of you, which made you roll your eyes back, hips bucking to create the even more friction between his tongue and your walls.

You couldn't believe that was actually happening. When most of college guys wouldn't give a shit about your pleasure when you were getting laid, there was your English professor, the most respected man in that department and also the most desired one, going down on you, tasting you like it was his last meal.

Tom puts one finger inside of you, while his tongue lap over your clit. Seeing that you adjusted pretty well, he brought another one. "Tom- I'm close"

You pull his curls tightly, bitting your lips when he hits just the right spot. "Fuck, fuck-"

"Shh, darling, can't make much noise, gonna get us caught", he said in a rushed voice, eager to bring his mouth back to you.

"Sorry, sorry", you said, bringing your free hand to cover your mouth and biting it, as you feel the sensation at the bottom of your belly, your swollen bud of nerves throbbing and showing you were about to come.

It's almost impossible to contain the stuffy sequence of pleasured sounds you released, but you try your hardest while Tom is still stimulating you through your high.

"That's it, I've got you, I've got you..."

You lean against the desk, trying to catch your breath, eyes almost closing shut. If that wasn't the best orgasm from an oral you've ever had, you didn't know which one it was. You could still feel your walls clenching around nothing, holding on into something to keep bring you back from your dizzy state.

"You alright?" Tom asks, a hint of worry on his voice as he smooths your bare legs. "We can stop if you want to-"

"No", you swallow, opening your eyes and shaking your head. "Just gimme a moment. This was- this was fucking fantastic".

Tom looked at you for a couple of minutes, his worried expression giving place to a smug one. He got up from his knees, helping you to take you foot off the desk and straight your posture. You smile at him, caught in the sight on his eyes. It was softer again.

In fact, Tom felt his heart racing inside his chest. He got the most beautiful view right in front of him. He had imagined this scene so many times he couldn't dare to admit, but none of them made justice to the reality, to the expression of pleasure on your face as you came.

"I'm okay", you say, putting your hands on his shoulders, running them down his arms. It was defined, firm and so good to touch, you couldn't wait to take that stupid sweater off. "I want more. I wanna touch you", you drop one of your hand to his crotch, massaging his covered cock, which felt painfully hard. Tom groaned, bitting his lip not softly to cover his sound.

His hands came to your jaw, cupping your face as he leaned to kiss you softly on the lips. "I really would like to feel this pretty mouth around me, darling, but maybe another time, I need to be inside of you right fucking now".

You nod your head eagerly, pulling him closer to a kiss. Your hands were quick to undo his buckle, dropping his trousers to the floor. Teasing his a little, you took a handful of his cock on your hand through his briefs, pleased by the moan he released into your mouth. But that didn't make you take any longer to pull of the material, revealing his length completely.

By the time you saw his lower half naked, with his dick standing hard and red at the tip for you, the pre cum coming out already, you felt your mouth watering, and you knew that if it wasn't for the fact that you wanted to feel him inside you as soon as he wanted it too, you'd get down on your knees just to feel him wrapped around your lips.

Tom pumped his cock a few times, taken by the sight of you staring at him with so much lust on your eyes. He smirked, his cock throbbing on his hand.

"You like it, darling?", he teased, aligning his tip with your clit to rub a few time. His voice came thicker now, "Is it enough for you?"

You lean against his chest, bitting his shoulder to contain a moan, whimpering as you feel your bud aching for more friction. "Yeah, Tom. Please, please, just fuck me already", you cry out.

"Spread your beautiful legs for me then... yeah, just like that. Good girl". He uses his cock to hit your entrance a couple of times, the tip teasing you every then and now. And then he realised. "Shit, I don't have a condom here. Fuck, I completely forgot about-"

"It's alright-", you breath out, trying to speak without letting a whimper scape. "I've got one in my backpack, just- fuck, pick it for me, I think I won't be able to walk if I get out of here right now".

Tom cocks an eyebrow at you in question, and you feel your cheeks burning at his stare. "Do you always carry a condom with you during classes?"

"What? No! I just thought-", you didn't want to admit it out loud but you also didn't want him to think other things. "I just expected this to happen some day, alright? Judge me".

Tom's face turns into a smug expression again, a smirk making his way to his lips as he chuckles lightly. "So you really wanted us to fuck this whole time, eh?"

You roll your eyes and shove his chest slightly. "Oh, fuck you".

He took a grab of your wrists, firmly, holding you in place, licking his lips. "No, I'm gonna fuck you. By the way, you should've told me sooner, I'd be very pleased to make your expectations real". Tom brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, "You have no idea of how long I've been dreaming of this. Always walking in my class, in this office, wearing those tight jeans of yours... that day in my car, all I could think about when I saw you in that fucking clothes was that I wanted to take you right there, in the backseat. My best student, the most gorgeous girl".

As he speaks, you suck his thumb inside of your mouth, licking it like it was something else. He watched you amazed, his cock twitching in excitement. "How can you be real, Miss y/n?"

You smile, lips still wrapped around his finger, before letting it go and dropping a wet kiss before saying, "Get that condom, Mr. Holland, I can't wait much longer"

"Alright", he chuckles, before turning around and looking for your backpack, following your instructions to find the pack. Tom ripped it and wrapped the condom around him with ability, making such an effort to control his eagerness.

He came back to you, pumping his length a bit more again, though he couldn't be any more hard than he already was. "There you go, love".

You have to bite your hand again as soon as you feel his tip entering you. Your pussy stretch at it, and you throw your head back at the small pain and the pleasure. No amount of arousal could prepare you for this. Tom caught your expression and was slow enough to continue, substituting the pain for the pleasure, while rubbing your leg to distract you. "It's okay, I've got you", he whispered, pulling your lower half to sit in a more comfortable position. You breath out, not feeling a bit of pain now, just the greatest sensation of having his cock stretching your walls deliciously. Tom hissed as soon as he got entirely inside of you, trying to not be snapped out by the feeling your snug walls around him.

"Is that okay, love? Are you- fuck, are you fine?", he asked in a husky voice, feeling his throat tightening at the pleasure.

"Yes", you nod fervently, "Yes, please, move...".

Tom didn't waste any time to start moving, slowly at first. The feeling was too good to not lose yourself into it. He put his lips in your ear, whispering and grunting while taking himself out of you completely just to fit it all over again.

You held his body tightly, feeling the intensity of his moves, the precision that his hips held to slam right back into your pussy. But soon enough, both of you needed more than that, and Tom started to take a faster pace.

"Tom... oh, my God, yes", you let out a cry, throwing your head into his shoulder, which made him only move faster.

"Fuck, you so tight", he moaned, grabbing your ass cheeks all at once to bring you closer to the edge of the desk. He slammed harder into you, hitting spots that made your eyes roll.

"Yeah, darling, so good to me, such a fucking good girl letting me fuck you", the sweat on his forehead was beginning to form, but he didn't seem to feel any kind of tiredness, keeping the steady rhythm.

You spread your legs even wider, bending your knees so he could have a better angle. That was enough to make Tom take you in his lap, not daring to get out of you while he carried your body to the opposite side of the room, your back hitting the wall. He was going to fuck you against it.

You whimper, not being able to form any sentence as you felt the knot forming on your belly again. It was all too much, and then you felt the pad of his thumb over your clit.

"You look like you're about to burst, darling", he said, his breath coming in heavy waves as he thrusts his hips into you.

Your boobs were bouncing with the movement of your whole body, between your arms that were firmly holding onto Tom's shoulder to keep you from falling. It was a sight to be seen and Tom could feel his orgasm approaching as well.

"That's 'cause I fucking am-"

"Tom?"

A knock was heard on the door, making your eyes go wide. You bite your lips to refrain any sounds, your face writhing in pleasure as Tom didn't seem to care to stop his thrusts.

He was too focused on your high to stop and decided that he'd ignore whoever was outside, but the person didn't seem to let it go.

"Tom, mate? I'm off now, you still want to go to that pub?", It was Mr. Osterfield, Tom's best mate and one of the most well-known professors in that college. He was right in the other side of the door, and the thought that only a single sound from your lips could get you and professor's Tom caught made you clench around him.

Your lips part involuntarily, and Tom is quick to cover your mouth with his hand to keep you from moaning. He stares into your eyes as a sign to keep quiet, which you agree with one difficult nod.

He clears his throat and his hips loses rhythm, going back to the slow pace again. "Yeah, Haz, I'm grading some essays and will be out in a few. Just wait me in the parking lot".

His control gets you even more wet, the thought that he was fucking you and still talking to Harrison getting you to a blissful state.

"I can help you, if you want", Harrison insisted, which made Tom groan, burying his face into your neck.

"No, Harrison, I'm fine, I'll be there in a minute", he said sternly and the deep in voice made you clench again. Tom had his face writhing in pleasure and pain for not being able to fuck you harder and faster by that moment.

"What is that, man, c'mon-"

"Harrison, for fuck's sake, told you, you can go now!", he shot, his hands tugging on your skin hard, the rhythm of his hips painfully slow.

Mr. Osterfield mumbles something like "Alright, you dick", and you two heard the footsteps going away.

"Oh my fuck, I'm sorry-" Tom breathed out, taking his hand away from your mouth.

"Don't- just move, Tom, I'm begging you", you moan, bringing his chest closer to yours. He bites the skin of your neck and nods before going back to his previous rhythm.

"Goddamn it, you feel so fucking good. I won't last much longer, sweetheart"

"Me neither", you whimper. Tom brings his face back to watch you, smashing your lips together.

His pace is fast, both of your heart blasting inside your chests, chasing your high, before Tom leads this thumb over your clit and brush it so quickly and with so much precision that you can't help but cum at that very moment.

"Tom-", you almost yell, but Tom is quick to cover your mouth once again, this time with his own lips. It doesn't take longer for him to reach his orgasm too, feeling your walls hugging him tightly, begging him to come too. He kept thrusting his hips into you, ridding both of you through your orgasm.

"That's it, my girl... my best girl"

Your breath is coming in heavy pants, chests colliding in each other, the closeness between the two of you making you feel insanely safe and good about what you just did.

Tom has his hair clearly messed, and anyone could tell what he just did with you if just took a look at him. You weren't far from it yourself, skirt all rumpled and lots of red spots on your skin.

Your legs felt weak, and Tom helped you to put your feet back on the ground. He took himself out of you slowly, taking care to not hurt your overstimulated heat.

After discarding the condom and pulling his trousers back, Tom watched as you tried to clear your own mind to collect yourself together.

"Wait", he said before turning to his desk and taking some tissues from a package before walking back to you. "May I?"

You looked up at him, confused at first, and very surprised when you got the hint of what he meant.

"Uh, I can do it myself, no need to worry", you said sheepishly. Tom frowned and shook his head while getting down on his knees to wipe the mess between your inner thighs.

The both of you remained silent, not knowing what to say. You were afraid of his moment, of what it meant from now own and what changed in your relationship. After all, after fucking on his desk and getting to moan his name, he was still your professor.

Tom got up and discarded the tissues on the same bin as the condom. He stared at it a few seconds before saying in his usual playful tone, "Well, I gotta remind to get rid of it before anyone gets to clean this room".

You giggle, tidying up your clothes.

"So...", you grab your backpack, unsure of what to say next. "I think I should go now. Y'know, before someone gets suspicious".

"You don't have to", Tom is quick to say, but shakes his head before continuing. "I mean, you should probably go home, it's not going to look well if you leave my office so late, but... what I meant is that you can, y'know, come back".

"Oh", you blush, and then shrug. "You mean, this is not a one time thing?"

"I didn't want it to be", he admits, closing one of his hands in a fists, nervously. "Is that what you want?"

You nod a few times, staring into his eyes, and see as a smile makes its way to his lips. The contrast between this expression and the so confident one he held just a couple of minutes ago is incredible.

Then he adds a more serious tone to it, licking his lips. "It doesn't have to be here, though. Would you like to... go to my place? We could have a proper date, if you agree, and not only-"

"Are you asking me out?"

Tom swallows and before answering, he averts his eyes. "Well, I couldn't get more unprofessional than I already did, so I think there's no harm on it. Yeah, I'm asking you out".

You smile sweetly at his nervousness. That man just fucked you like there was no tomorrow and now he was shy for asking you to go on a date.

"I'd really appreciate that, Mr. Holland", you say. He looks up at you and relief washes his face.

"Okay. Okay, perfect, so... I'll message you. Well, through your e-mail, cause that's all I have. Unless you wanna give me your number, then I might-"

"C'mon, sir, we only fucked once, do you really think it's appropriate to have my number so early?" You joke, narrowing your eyes, hearing his charming laugh right away. "I'll keep my eyes on my e-mail then".

Tom smiles at you, nodding. You say a quiet 'see you', before turning around and getting out of the office, glancing at your favorite professor one more time before closing the door, both of you excited to your next encounter.

[spideyssunshine]

ok but just imagine that you’ve been a family friend of the holland’s since you were in diapers and tom hasn’t seen you since he first started teaching and then you waltz in all grown up and he’s like “oh fuck” and you make eye contact with him bc confidence just wink at him?? and he adjusts his turtleneck bc suddenly he’s super hot and he’s trying to hide his 😏 and then after class he’s like “oh hey nice to see you it’s been a while” and bc confidence you say “oh hey we should catch up” and then just leave with a kiss on his cheek??? lawwwwwwdddddd🤪🤪

a/n: honestly i wish i could see my hot childhood friend at my uni 😩

summary: You and your professor Tom reunite after many years, just to find each others glow ups.

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‘Oh fuck.’ Toms mind went off like a rocket. It had been 6 years, but he can still recognize your cheeky grin. The last time he saw you, you were barely in middle school. Now here you were, waltzing into his physiology class. He didn’t want to pull you aside to greet you- it would be unprofessional. What would be even more unprofessional is the thoughts running through his mind of kissing your pretty pink lips.

‘ Bloody hell. That’s Tom.’ You saw him as soon as you walked through the door. You were absolutely infatuated with Tom, up until you and your family moved away from the town. He had a couple of years on you, so nothing progressed from your former crush on him. Your mom and Nikki still kept in touch, and you were informed that he taught at the Uni you were going to be attending. You of course didn’t pay any attention to this, you figured he’d be bald by now.

Oh were you wrong.

He was wearing a tight black turtle neck that hugged his biceps ever so nicely. His hair was swooped to the side, and his eyes- they hadn’t changed a bit. ‘Goddamn hes so- oh fuck he’s looking at me. Play it cool.’ His deep brown eyes met yours, from across the room, and you simply winked at him, then found your seat. ‘No no no, please not now.’ Tom felt himself get a bit sweaty, and pants get a little bit tighter. He slightly tugged at his turtle neck, making you shift in your seat nervously.

The class couldn’t have ended sooner, and you quickly gathered your supplies to book it out of there as soon as possible until.. “Excuse me, uh (Y/N) is it? May I please speak to you?” Tom tried not to sound nervous, he got rid of his member, and now he finally wanted to talk to you. He waited until the rest of the class had cleared out, before finally speaking up. “Holy shit, I uh, it’s been awhile.” He smiled at you, making you smirk. “Sure has.” You slyly responded, wanting to make him flustered. “I would say we should catch up but I have a meeting in ten. Maybe I can get a rain checked, he asked you anxious for a response.

“You know where to find me.” You smiled, then walked over to him, and kiss his cheek, then waltzed out the door making Tom sweaty again.

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[marvelouspeterparker]

do u mind doing a blurb where prof!tom sees reader talking to a frat boy after class who asks her out (obviously she can’t tell him why she can’t go out with him) & maybe tom gets a bit jealous so he takes her right on the desk 🥵

i literally love this concept so much chloe omg but also how dare you––

read professor’s sweetheart

tom was having a rather good day, class was interesting, he managed to talk to you a bit beforehand too, which was always a plus. but as soon as he stepped out of his class afterwards and noticed you standing there with a typical looking frat boy...he couldn’t stop his mood from turning sour. it was obvious what he wanted from you.

now tom trusted you, and he knew you would never do anything. but this idiot––

“oh come on,” his green eyes were looking you up and down as if that would make you want to say yes. 

“i can’t––” you said, suddenly a little nervous because that wasn’t the best way to say no since you couldn’t exactly explain.

he crossed his arms, a smile still on his face. “oh yeah? why can’t you? you got a boyfriend?”

“...no?” you winced slightly as your answer came out more like a question.

“well it sounds like whoever it might be, needs to step up their game and clarify cause i can’t imagine what fool wouldn’t make it clear that they wanted you. so in the meantime,” he stepped closer, “how about we––”

“y/n.” tom’s voice was sharp and you turned around, eyes wide, not having noticed him. “i just realized there’s something i need to go over with you, do you have a moment? it’s urgent.”

you looked at him thankfully and smiled awkwardly at the boy who clearly wasn’t taking a hint. “sorry.” you walked off before he could protest, sighing when you got out of earshot. “thank you so much.”

you made it into his office and turned, surprised when you heard the door lock. “what––”

tom surged forward and captured your lips with his, his hands squeezing your waist and walking you backwards. he rolled his chair out of the way without disconnecting your lips and brought a hand down to squeeze your ass, making you moan.

he pulled away after a good while and looked into your eyes, he was panting, lips parted as he stared at you with pure hunger and purpose. 

you looked up at him and tilted your head, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. “you know you have nothing to worry about, right? i’m yours.” 

he licked his lips. “damn straight.” he turned you around and pulled your leggings down, too needy to take them off all the way. he was happy to see that you were already wet and swiped his member through your folds, rubbing his precum up and down his length before sliding into you in one go.

you both moaned as he slowly started thrusting into you deeply. your eyes were fluttering shut, unable to stay open for long, your mouth hung open at how good he felt.

“wish he could be here.” he grunted suddenly in the quiet room. 

“fuck––” you gripped the table struggling to stay up with how hard and how good he was fucking you. “who?” you asked, already losing focus.

“that dumbass who couldn’t take a hint.” he smacked your ass and moaned as you clenched around him. “wish he could see just how good i fuck you, how clear it is that you’re mine.” he grabbed both your hips, speeding up. “how well you take my cock.” his eyes were transfixed on the way he was spreading you open. “that pussy’s so perfect for me, isn’t it?”

you nodded pathetically, barely able to speak, too overwhelmed by the pleasure. “s’all for you tommy, only you.”

“that’s right. good girl. my good fucking girl.” he cooed, reaching a hand around to rub at your clit, his hips desperately pounding into you, almost animalistic. soon enough you both reached your peak, your legs shaking as you gasped and convulsed around him, his fingers digging into your skin as he came inside you. 

after a few more thrusts just for good measure, he pulled out and grabbed his chair, sitting down and biting his lip as he watched you.

slowly but surely you stood up straight and turned around, squeezing your trembling thighs together as you looked at him, your eyes barely open as he stroked himself, his legs wide open.

“god, you have no idea how bad i want you to sit on my cock.” 

you’d never undressed faster in your life.

[blissfulparker]

hiiii, you’ve done this blurb before where reader gets jealous of girls flirting with prof!tom, can you do something similar like that but frat boys and cheerleaders or whatever flirt with reader and he gets jealous?

sorry if it’s specific 😀

Tom was no stranger to your beauty, your innocent look appealing to many frat boys to play out the typical nerdy girl sporty guy romance. But you didn’t ever pay any kind of attention to them, although tom watched them pay all the attention to you.

“You should come out this Friday. It’s Hawaiian themed.” The boy leaned against the door and you held your bag tight. You knew tom could hear, and maybe that was the best part.

“Oh, I don’t know...” you trail off. You look over at tom who is packing away his stuff to get ready to leave. You see his jaw clenched as he listens. “Maybe.” You tease the poor boy in front of you but mostly tom.

“You should, you’re always locked up in that dorm of yours. Z always comes out, you should too.” He referred to your roomate zendaya but she was always more of the social butterfly.

“I’ll think about it.” You nod and the man has a smirk before walking off and leaving you to walk into Toms room where he doesn’t say a word.

“So...how about Italian tonight, I’ve been craving pasta.” You act as if nothing had happened and Tom looks up at you with raised brows.

“Really?” He stares. He wouldn’t admit to being jealous, although the fratboy was everything tom wasn’t. Except maybe Tom was smarter, but everyone was smarter than that kid.

“Oh relax, he was harmless.” You come to nudge his shoulder and kiss his cheek. People could still see which was the biggest risk of all. “Take me home? My back hurts and I was hoping for a massage.” You pout. He smiles at how you call his house your home, with how much you stay there and how often you find yourself passed out late night on his bed.

“You ever been to one of their parties?” Tom, still jealous, spoke.

“Maybe once or twice.” You shrug and his jaw clenched again and you only laughed. You playfully punched his shoulder before walking to his car.

“I cannot believe you.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh.

“What? I can’t fuck my professor and get drunk on Friday nights at the same time?” You smirk and he only throws his stuff into the back seat before getting into the car with you.

Maybe you had been to a few parties here and there but you definitely still at the end of the night wanted to be with tom.

[uglypastels]

Tom Holland Masterlist

R means requested -  Send Requests/Feedback/Questions here  - GUIDELINES

❤ my favs | 💋 SMUT (18+) | ☔ ANGST

Disclaimer: the smut is intended for readers of ages of 18 or older. I do not want to expose anyone to anything that they do not want to be exposed to. 

> Back to Main Masterlist <

ONE SHOTS

R Picture Perfect Abstract: You tell your loved ones about the new addition to the family.

R Three Words: Nervous As… Abstract: The first time you say it, and you don’t even realize it.

It’s A Walk in the Park ❤ Abstract: On a spooky Autumn night, you decide to take a shortcut.

Eye Candy and Dog Treats Abstract: Tom makes use of a very interesting method to ask you out.

Delay Abstract: With your flight being canceled, you have plenty of time to kill.

R True Reflections ❤☔(💋) Abstract: Tom shows you why he loves you, even when you don’t see it.

Fireworks - part 2 Abstract: A kind stranger helps you in the dark and well… sparks fly high.

R The Perfect Guy Abstract: Tom shows exactly what he is.

The First Snow (💋) Abstract: Aren’t lazy morning just the best?

Second-Hand Love ❤ Abstract: …Love can be handed down from generation to generation.

It’s a Beautiful Day Abstract: A breakfast in bed (for the one and only @andwhatdostarsdobest).

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes Summary: An anniversary trip to the happiest place on earth (for my sweet valentine @tomhollanders2013 )

A Big F U to Valentine’s Day Summary: A movie night with no romantic intentions.

Saviour in the Night ☔ Abstract: Tom just can’t miss the opportunity of playing the hero.

Appropriate Action Abstract: everyone loves a badboy, but you don’t necessarily need one ;p

To the Beat (band!au -> drummer!Tom)  - part 2💋  ❤ Abstract: An unexpected night with the drummer of a new up and coming band

> Extra headcanon about the band

Rules to Follow (hitman!Tom) Abstract: To succeed, you must follow the rules, but will he?

Lazy Afternoons 💋 Abstract: this is the aftermath of when tom posts a picture and tumblr goes wild

Slide In (fratboy!Tom) ❤ Abstract: talking online is so much easier than in person, especially when your lives are so different.

New Beginnings (roommate!au) Abstract: A series of events on how chaotic it is to live with three guys

Murder on the Dancefloor (dancer!Tom) ❤ Abstract: y/n is a celebrity contestant on Stritly Come Dancing and might just be developing some feelings for her partner (in crime)

Dutch Agreement (stoner!Tom) 💋 Abstract: Side effects of marijuana may include, but are not limited to, drowsiness, hunger, memory/concentration loss and... confessing your feelings for your best friend. 

Plan, Interrupted 💋 Abstract: Who would have ever imagined falling for the guy you hire to ruin your sister’s wedding party?

Money Heist ❤ Abstract: Y/n’s life changes (for better or worse) when one day a handsome stranger walks into the bank. 

Blurbs/Requests:

Baking cookies with Tom

Going on holiday with the Hollands

Tom dating a band nerd

Meeting Tom at the vet

Tom and on-set paramedic!reader

Gingerbread house competition ❤

Tom teaches you how to…💋  -  part 2💋   - part 3💋 - part 4 💋

He finds out you can sing

Meeting your parents for the first time (x Brazilian!reader)

Bar fight

Car crash - part 2  ☔❤

First time (💋)

Interview teasing

Clubbing (💋)

Jealous and dom (💋)

Concert (inspired by Death of a Bachelor)

Wedding dress shopping

He loves your body 💋

Easter with the family

At the premiere after-party

Calm down

Phone in the dog park

How Tom Holland drunkenly saved Spider-Man

(Too) expensive gifts

Celebrity crush confession

Miscarriage (roommate!Tom) ☔

Multilingual reader

Instagram stories

Romeo + Juliet

Comforting you (after job interview)

Confessions

What to do in quarantine

Quarantine proposal

Family time

Morning tea

Dating a bookworm

Tom cutting Harry’s hair

First date gentleman

Finding out about the bet (💋)

Deepfakes (brother!tom)

Tessa goes through the fence (neighbour!tom)

Edging and overstimulation 💋 (dom!tom)

Going trick or treating (dad!Tom)

Nightmares

Halloween costume party/meeting the family

You can’t give him attention

Kissing prank gone semi wrong

Saving you from paparazzi (protective!tom)(☔)

Watching ffh with Tom

Dad!tom watches scary movie with son

You’re introduced as “future daughter in law’

Best friend!tom and lesbian!reader

Tom dyes your hair

Hugs for comfort

Stealing his red jacket (ft RDJ)

Skater!tom

Chubby cheeks

Photoshoot (model!au)

Wearing his jacket while riding him 💋 ❤

School stressed + long distance (☔)

Assassination (assassin!tom) ☔

Your new haircut 

Tom being the small spoon

Say Yes to the Dress (best friend!tom)

Grinding in the Club (💋 )

Jealous of Tessa

Tom finds out that you’ve been sick while he’s away (☔)

Painful accident during sex 💋

Praise kink (💋)

Swearing kink/dirty talk  💋

Staying up late until he comes home

Making up a bad fight ☔

Post workout shower 💋

First time (tom being very careful) 💋

Waxing Tom’s chest

Spanking kink 💋

Cramp during “fun time” (💋)

Dom!tom punishing you for flirting 💋

Sub!tom 💋

Stuck at the airport together

Head massage

Awkward moment in online class (prof!Tom)

Camera on (zoom class, prof!Tom)

Meeting professor!Tom outside of the zoom meeting

Tessa making a cameo in class (prof!Tom)

Daddy kink 💋

Hogwarts AU (ravenclaw!gender neutral!reader)

SCD: Live Show 1 nerves (pro dancer!Tom)

CEO!dad!Tom + male!bestfriend!oc blurb series (no chronological order, by request)

Coming back home after a long day of work  

Late night comforts

Unconscious actions

Lazy kisses

Caught

Bisexual disasters

Family cuddles in bed

“We can wait” (💋)

In the bedroom 💋

Your son accidentally watches TDADD (dad!tom)

Song prompts:

Start of Something New (HSM au)

Emperors New Clothes (koh!au - 💋)

Magic

Addicted

Bacchus’ Basement (stoner!tom) 

Yours

Gold Rush

Spotify Wrapped ‘19

Lego House/ I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing (☔)

Shut up and Drive

Rolling in the Deep

Spotify Wrapped ‘20

Like a virgin 💋

Watermelon Sugar

Take on Me

My Type (frat!au) - part 2(💋)

Build Me Up Buttercup ☔

Mr Blue Sky

Strong (male!reader,☔)

Waterloo (frat!tom 💋)

Nice To Meet Ya 💋 (fwb!au)

Lights Up ☔

Star Girl (☔💋 )

Mr Brightside 💋 

Sex On Fire 💋 

Spotify Wrapped ‘21 (TBA) 

no body, no crime (detective!Tom)

Invisible String

AU Blurb Event 

Siren!Tom

Wizard!Tom (hogwarts!au)

Werewolf!Tom (x vampire!reader)

Birthmark soulmate!au 

Drummer!Tom

Strictly Come Dancing!au (dancer!Tom)

Text Edits

34+35 text prank (💋)

WAP text prank (💋)

Drunk texting ex!tom (☔)

Title Challenge (You send me titles and I wrote a story I tought fit)

Sometimes, Shit Happens

Why

The Sun, the Stars and the Moon

Headcanons:

Tom taking care of you

Tom and Haz’ genius coping mechanism (best friend!au)

Mini- how would the guys wear their hogwarts uniforms

[smolvenger]

Poll Idea: WIP Potentials!

Okay guys, I have all these ideas in the WIP stew. I have the next part of Boat in the Water loading up and about to start a rough draft. But...which of these sounds good to you of these stories and requests crazy ideas I got.

Court of Mischief Chapter 21: Reader is back with her hubby, and after some reunion hanky panky, they realize the key to Grendel's defeat can be found in the Trove, which they must obtain by visiting the worlds of the other variants, Kingdom Hearts Style. There are also plans for Reader and Sif to find something in the Asgardian library that could threaten them...or help them.

The Little Princess: based off of a request. Reader and Henry V have their first baby...and it's a girl. While the court may be disappointed, he still loves his daughter.

Birthday Blurb Request Title TD: "Who Did This To You?" with President Loki with spice. He will be protective over her bb and want to give her a mango ride, ehhehehehe.

Birthday Blurb Request Title TBD: "And there was one bed!" with Prof! Tom. I plan on Reader being a student, and somehow on a school trip or something, landing in one room with one bed with prof! Tom. Tension ensues, and there will be smut.

And now, for the random oneshots in my head...

The Maid of Harlefluer, Henry V x fem! Reader: This is the darkest idea I have since there is dubcon in it. But Henry V and his army enter Harlefleur for the French invasion, BUT in order to peacefully pass through, he requires a lady for his bed that night...and you are the one offered! Smut and angst and some fluff happens.

A Private Audience, Will Ransome x fem! Reader: Hold up, hold up, hear me out, this isn't a signal I've been kidnapped- I know, I'm shocked too. But I had an idea kind of based on "My Boy Breaks his Favorite Toys" from TTPD and a couple lines from chapter 19 in Pride and Prejudice concerning another suitor who is a clergyman named William, as well as headcanons I've read. Reader is new in town after the canon events and Will is a widower with the kiddos and he is showing interest in her, and Reader goes "oh, okay! He's a great guy! I won't mind his courtship!" But then...she somehow finds out about Cora and Stella and his past infidelity *record scratch* and that he is still talking with Cora via the letters(!!!!) and it changes everything internally. But despite this, one day he knocks on the door intending to propose marriage to Reader. Angst and drama ensues.

Which one sounds like something you wanna read about first?

Tell me what y'all think!

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[hollandsmushroom]

You’re trying to help get your grades up so you ask Prof! Tom for some extra help but he keeps getting distracted and you’re like “what’s on your mind?” And hes like “sorry.. you’re just really beautiful and I really want to kiss you, was that too much?”

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Kiss You || T.H.

Word Count: 1,147

Warnings: Professor student relationship(both consenting and of age)

A/N: hehe happy birthday Rose, sorry I am a lil late and sorry that I accidentally did the same thing that Cookie did!

You walked up to his desk as the rest of the of the students filtered out of the classroom, your books cradled tight to your chest as you seemed to choke on your words, it wasn't like you hadn't interact with Tom before, you had had to, but it wasn't even that, it was your previous interactions, the ones that had left you with your heart fluttering and a question rattling in your skull, 'did he actually feel the same way that you did?' that were currently causing you anxiety as you approached him. In your head you wanted him so desperately to feel the same way that you did, subconsciously wanting nothing more than to have your English Professor be so much more than that.

“Hey Dr. Holland” you voiced, your hand propping up on the desk, entering his field of vision, his eyes trailing up the limb to your undeniably nervous face, a soft smile spreading across his thin lips at the sight of you, his chest tightening like a young school boy talking to his crush, he found himself getting lost in your eyes, not having replied to you yet, a drawn out silence filling the space between the both of you until he finally caught onto his unhelpful response. Shaking his head he tried to shake the beautiful color of your eyes from the forefront of his mind, not needing to spend this time that he had with you in front of him wondering what color the shade of your irises. 

“Um, yes Y/n, how can I help you?” he snapped himself out of it, his soft untamed curls still bouncing with the vigor of his previous shake. 

“Well, I uh, I was wondering if you could help me with the essay I am writing for this class, I obviously want it to be the best it can be but I can’t seem to get all of my sources included and I just, well I just needed help and you said that we could always ask for help and that your door was always open so I thought I would ask but I totally underst-” Tom didn’t give you the chance to give him an out of helping you, he didn’t want an out, he wanted to help you in any way that he could, he also wanted to make you his but that wasn’t the current topic of discussion. 

“Yes, of course I will help, here let's head to my office”  he offered, gathering his papers and putting them in his briefcase as he stood up and moving to open the door for you, a heat rising in your cheeks as you stepping through the exit waiting for him to lock the lecture hall before he started to guide you to his faculty office. “I'm sure that your paper is amazing, you are one of my best students, Y/n” he uttered, once again pulling a door open for you as he unlocked the door to his office. His words made you feel fuzzy as you stepped into his comforting office, the room smelling strongly of him and decorated sparsely yet in a homey way, there was a framed picture of a grey dog atop of his deep toned oak desk. 

“It’s nice in here” you mumbled, not really knowing what else to say as you settled in on one of the two seats opposite his leather office chair, expecting Tom to take his place in his seat of authority across from you but he didn’t, opting to sit at your side as you pulled out your laptop. 

“I like your screen saver” he complimented, just wanting to give you even a fraction of affection even in the most binary of ways. 

“Oh thanks, um I took the photo myself” you mumbled in reply, he was bringing out a bashfulness in you, he brought out a lot in you, namely the want to cover his face in kisses and forget the business of school. 

“That is super impressive” he smiled at you, god his smile made you want to tear your hair out, it made you want to forfeit your sanity and get lost in his lips. 

“Here, this is the what I need help with” you turned your computer towards Tom, watching as he maintains his soft smile as his eyes run across the lines of words on the screen,  you were watching him, watching how his captured his lip between his teeth as he attempted to stay focused on the task at hand but it was useless, he was alone with you and all he could think of was your lips.

“I can’t do this” Tom uttered, pushing back from where he had leaned over the table, his back colliding softly with the cushion of the chair, palm rubbing against his forehead as he looked sheepishly at you.

“Oh, um, I-I am sorry, I shouldn’t have asked” you mumbled, reaching out for your laptop to press the screen shut but you didn’t get the chance, Tom catching your wrist very softly in his large hand.

“No no, it’s just that I want to kiss you so bad that I can’t pay attention, you’re just so beautiful and I can’t stop thinking about your lips, oh my god, I am sorry I have said too muc-” your eyes fluttered shut as you hinged from your hips, hand coming to cup Tom’s cheek softly in the palm of your hand as you united your lips with Tom’s, so gentle and passionate that time seemed irrelevant, his tongue licking at your bottom lip to ask for entrance into your hot mouth, entrance which you happily granted, letting him roam your tongue with his in a frenzied and unpracticed dance of lust, only pulling back when your chin hurt from rutting into his as you pressed your face into his. 

“I thought you would never ask” you whispered, not wanting to tear the fabric of your rapidly weaved amorous moment. 

“I thought you wouldn’t want me to” his hand brushing over your cheek as he stared into your eyes, now able to take the time to contemplate the possible names for the beautiful hues of your eyes. 

“You didn’t think I would want you too? Maybe you’re right, maybe I am the smart one” you chuckled as you bumped your nose against Tom’s.

“I don’t think I used those words at all actually, I think I just said you were one of my best students” he joked back, pecking hurriedly at your pursed lips. 

“But am I really just your student anymore?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, forcing a chuckle from his lips as he shook his head.

“Oh you are so much more, now” he assured happily, kissing you just as intensely, if not more so than he had moments before. 

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[veryholland]

MY WRITING

these are works of fiction. names, characters, places, events and incidents are purely used in a fictitious manner - all rights reserved

ordered by date from oldest to newest

* nsfw content → minors dni | block ‘nsfw’ to avoid

** possibly triggering content

✧･ﾟpersonal favourite

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ONESHOTS

→ finders keepers – [13.3k] – status: private

prof!tom x prof!reader

what’s meant to be will always find a way, right? after years of being separated, what happens when fate – with a twisted sense of humor –makes tom and you meet again?

→ floating hearts – [1.7k]

a date at the ice rink means it’s your turn to try something you’ve never been really fond of. leave it up to tom to come up with a different way of coaxing you out of your shell.

→ souvenirs of the heart – [3.3k] - ✧･ﾟ

with tom back home, things couldn't be better – until an accidental discovery leads to an unplanned turn of events

BLURBS

→ teamwork – [0,6]

→ 24 hours - [0,8] - mob!tom

→ peachy - [0,9] - frat!tom – ✧･ﾟ

CONCEPTS 💌

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[greenorangevioletgrass]

thank you for reading and reblogging Picture Perfect!!! Honestly, seeing all your comments and reviews just make my day and push me to write more and write better ❤️

and that being said, here is the updated WIP list im looking to tackle in the near future:

tom holland: teaching flatmate!tom how to get a girl screaming in bed (based on this ask) PUBLISHED!

harry holland: a domestic blurb with his new family and old one (post-mob au)

harrison osterfield: prof!au steamy spicy piece lol

sam holland: drunken hookups and hangover cures

harrison osterfield: pornstar!au with pornstar!reader skshskshdjs

Thank you so much, and stay tuned!!!

[duskholland]

Ooo can I request some profesor Tom where he has some marks on him from a night you guys had and a student sees one the next day during class and points it out as a joke and all the female are heartbroken and jealous finding out he’s taken

cute :’)

prof!tom fever night

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It’s a slow Wednesday morning, shards of golden light fluttering into the classroom through the wide windows. Professor Holland is sitting behind his desk, chin resting on two slender fingers as he scrolls through some files on his laptop. Behind him, the whiteboard shifts through slides as he searches for a video clip to show the class. You’re hardly paying attention, too focused on your doodling on your notebook to watch him change about the slides.

Vaguely, you’re aware of him stretching, a gentle yawn leaving his mouth as he grunts. The girl beside you shifts in her seat, gasping softly as Tom crosses his arms over his chest.

“God,” she mutters, and you realise she’s whispering to you. “He’s so hot.”

You smirk to yourself, glancing up to Tom and briefly admiring his figure. You’d been pressed beneath his chest a mere two hours ago after waking up in his bed.

“Yeah,” you agree. “It’s distracting.”

She makes a noise of agreement, and you look back to your paper, doodling in the margins. From the corner of your eye, you see some movement, not really paying attention until the girl gasps again and elbows you hard in the side. You frown, getting ready to glare at her, only to freeze when you hear her speak.

“He’s taking off the turtleneck,” she describes.

Immediately you look up, biting back a groan as Tom rolls up his jumper and sheds it, tossing it on top of his desk with no regard for what lies beneath it. You’d suggested he’d wear it this morning after seeing the plethora of dark hickeys you’d left sucked to his skin, and he’d agreed after much complaining. Now, mindlessly distracted, he’s pulled off the only layer of disguise, leaving your lovebites loud and proud, stark against his pale neck. If it wouldn’t be too obvious, you’d face palm.

“Oi oi, sir,” one of the rowdier boys calls out. “Got lucky last night?”

Tom glances up, brows furrowing. He looks first to the boy, then briefly at you, holding his tongue between his teeth before you discreetly point at your own neck. You stifle a chuckle as Tom’s eyes widen, his hand drifting absently up to the marked skin as he shuffles around in his seat.

“Uh… Enough of that,” Tom responds, trying to reign in control over the classroom that only seems to rise in volume. “Settle down.” He’s blushing, cheeks dark and his eyes full of embarrassment, but he doesn’t put the jumper back on. If anything, he sits a little straighter, flaunting off your hickeys as you try not to smile too widely.

“Oh my god,” the girl beside you whispers. You glance at her, noting her heartbroken expression. “I can’t believe he has someone.”

You chuckle, looking back to your hands. “Lucky girl, eh?”

She hums sadly. “Yeah,” she mutters dejectedly. “Very lucky.”

[hoodieofholland]

Professor Tom Holland and student reader. Maybe where the reader is a cheerleader and one day she’s walking home from practise and he sees her an offers her a ride home and he compliments her and ends in fluff! Please ❤️

A/n: heeey, im back again, this was pure fluff and i like the idea, gonna make an entire tag for professor holland cause it's probably my fav trope lol, hope you like it!!

Warnings: none, just fluff stuff :)

You pull the bag's strap over your shoulder once again, wincing at the sharp pain on your skin under the thin shirt you wore to walk back to your dorm.

Usually, you never walked home by yourself, there was always a friend who would nicely drive you after cheerleading practice, but today - unconventionally, a day with such a terrible weather - your friend got sick and missed the training.

Looking up to the sky, you notice the clouds turning even more grey, so you quickened your steps, worried that the eventual rain got you on your way. Sighing, you let your shoulders drop at the realization that your dorm was still far enough for you to reach before it started soaking you wet with raindrops.

And that's when the sound of a car passing by the empty street, besides the sidewalk you were passing through, caught your attention. The vehicle would slow down and get you worried at first, as it was only a few steps away from you. You considered walking further in the sidewalk, so you could create some distance from the car, but as soon as the dark window rolled down, revealing a not so unfamiliar face, you felt relief filling your tired nerves.

"Miss y/l/n", Professor Holland smiled warmly at you, frowning a little at the sight of your figure, bent to the side to be able to accommodate the weight of your practice bag. "You alright?"

Stopping on your tracks, you blink a few times at the man in front of you. Mr. Holland was known as the most beautiful man in his department - probably, the most beautiful man in the whole University. He was also a lovely teacher, always so committed with his classes and students.

A little more committed with you, if you were being honest.

In a very respectful way, Mr. Holland clearly had his favorite student in class, always praising you for your works, presentations and correct answers. 'You're a very talented woman, Miss y/l/n', he would say after offering you to tutor his class for a couple of students, which you quickly accepted to get more credits. At least, that was the reason you told yourself, but deep down you knew you just appreciated any chances you got to spend more time with your favorite professor.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Holland", you feel your cheeks blushing, eyes averting from his gaze and sweet smile to you. He was very intimidating, not in a bad way, but you couldn't help yourself when he stared at you like that. "Yeah, I was just... uh, walking back to my dorm".

You feel embarrassed for explaining this, also for not being better dressed in front of him. You were pretty sure your hair looked messy after practice and that your skin was glistening from a light sweat after walking so much with a heavy bag on your shoulder.

"Do you want a ride?", he asked, not letting the smile fade from his lips. "I think it's gonna be raining in a few".

His confidence and the comfort with his words impressed you. You wouldn't ever think your professor would worry enough about one of his students walking in the rain to offer a ride home. But there was Mr. Holland, with his beautiful and soft brown curls, the pretty crinkle on his eyes whenever he smiled, the way his strong british accent would make your legs tremble-

"Miss y/l/n?"

You blink a few times to get yourself back together, face hot with embarrassment for start daydreaming about his appearance right in front of him.

You ponder about it for a few seconds. It wouldn't sound very nice that your professor drove you home. You were sure that there might be a specific rule about students and professors getting so intimate about each other, but in that very moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care about it.

Mr. Holland, a walking God, was offering to drop you to your dorm, and you wouldn't miss the chance.

"You sure I won't bother you, Mr. Holland?", you ask, bitting your lips and praying he won't say otherwise. He simply smiles sheepishly and shakes his head.

"How could you? C'mon, let me help you".

You smile, lowering your head as you cross the car to get to the other side, opening the door as you enter Mr. Holland's car.

It was warm inside, much better than the cold air, hitting your face and making you struggle to hold your things and still curl into your own body to get yourself warmer.

The drive is filled with small talk, but not after a long silence between the two of you. It wasn't like you hadn't anything in common to say, but you felt really intimidated beside him. No topic seemed appropriated enough to discuss with such a brilliant mind, but Mr. Holland, somehow, proved to be not only one of the most intelligent professors you've ever had, but also a kind and nice guy. He waved off all the stress that was consuming you, and soon enough you found yourself laughing at his jokes and giggling at some wise comments.

"So, I think we're here", he said with a small grin as he parked in front of your building. The rain was pouring outside and you were getting yourself prepared to face that before stepping out of the warm car. "You- uh, do you want to just wait here? You're probably gonna get soaked if you go right now. I mean, you surely don't want to be stuck with your professor here, but..."

He lost his words, too embarrassed for his own words to keep going, and waited until you answered. You give him a sweet smile.

"I'm not stuck here, Mr. Holland. If anything, I'm grateful. You literally saved my ass- I mean, you saved me from, uh, walking in this rain" you bite your lip, trying to contain the giggle from the realization of your manners in front of him.

Mr. Holland's lips lifted a little, the tip of his tongue discretely wetting it.

"Yeah, I'm glad that we bumped into each other too", he said, eyes never leaving yours. And suddenly, it wasn't like your professor was there anymore. You could see a young man, a handsome one, talking to you. "It was lovely talking to you, Miss y/l/n"

You smile at his kindness.

"Same, Mr. Holland", you put your hand on the car's handle before stepping out. "I should go now, got an exam tomorrow morning. Heard the professor is really severe with his tests".

Mr. Holland laughed, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure you can handle any of my exams, darling. You're my best student".

You feel yourself blushing again, and look down before heading out of the car, the rain getting your hair wet.

"See you tomorrow" you say, watching as his eyes twinkle with joy. But before you can get away from his car, you shout:

"By the way, you can call me Y/N!"

[snowiemimi]

MASTERLIST

welcome to my masterlist! i will obviously update as i write, so stay tuned! (I am just starting out on here so its kinda empty i know)

i will add more fandoms in the future so watch out for that:))

→ AARON HOTCHNER:

⋆ RAIN STORM (series) │ 1 │ 2* │

→TOM HIDDLESTON:

⋆ LOLLIPOP // prof! Hiddleston x fm!student! Reader

BLURBS;

⋆ book lover boyfriend James potter