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mrs-hollandstan · 5 years

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Another Year Older || Tom Holland

Warnings: smut (18+), unprotected sex, oral (male recieving, very very brief female recieving) mention of a handjob, drinking, language, dirty talk

Word Count: 5,139

Author’s Note: Here’s some good ol smut for Tommo’s 23rd birthday. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Tom requested you not get him anything for his birthday. He was turning twenty-three and seeing that it wasn’t a milestone, he didn’t feel the need to really celebrate other than with a night out at a club with you, him, his brothers and his friends. Of course, the idea of not getting him a gift chewed at your conscience in the hours leading up to midnight and Tom could tell. He reassured you until you fell asleep it felt better if you didn’t get him anything, but an idea that racked your brain for hours was slowly being put in play the second you woke up beside the godly man in your bed who’s birthday was in full swing, making him a whole year older than you for the few months until your own birthday rolled in. Rolling onto your side, you slowly rouse him with soft kisses and wandering hands. His lashes flutter and his eyes pop open, wandering to you. You exchanged words and jokes, before sharing a shower and you celebrated the beginning of his birthday with his first little taste of sex for the day, a handjob in the shower.

The day progressed into the two of you making breakfast together, you jokingly stuffing a few candles from a small box bought a few days before into his pancakes. He blew them out and smiled up at you with a dopey smile as you ruffled his fluffy hair and kissed his cheek. You ate, legs tangled together before heading to the couch to watch some of his favorite movies before you got ready to go clubbing. When you finally did get around to getting dressed, Tom lost his tongue when you stepped out of the bathroom, fully clothed, hair and makeup done.

“Like what you see birthday boy?” You coo, looping the earring back in the cartilage of your ear. He nods and sits at the foot of the bed, looking you over for the second time, paying close attention to the way you move beneath the soft, gray cotton, cut out v-neck, party dress he’s seen only a few times. The way the lace up cage stilettos compliment your look and your hair falls in wavy curls, a nude look as far as makeup goes, just the way Tom likes it add to the whole look has Tom not wanting to leave the house but keep you holed up in bed all night, the noises he loves so much leaving your perfect lips. But you hold your hand out and Tom stands, following you with his hand in yours towards your front door. You turn and look him over, just as he did you, finding the mostly black look, save the white t-shirt, to your liking before heading out into the evening.

By the time you make it to his favorite club, the twins as well as Elysia, Tuwaine, his girlfriend Aubrey, and Harrison are all waiting, Harry and Harrison having already downed half of their beers. You do your usual greetings before ordering drinks of your own, Tom leaning on the bar, hand rested at your lower back. You glance up and give him a smile,

“I hope you’ve enjoyed your birthday so far. You deserve the best days in the world.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss your temple,

“So far, so good.” You smile as you’re slid a hard lemonade and Tom is given a beer allowing you both to rejoin the group quickly, you standing elbow to elbow with Tom and Harry. While Tom carries on conversation with the boys, you look around the room, watching people dance with their friends or partners, back to chest, swaying to the music, bathed in neon light and covered in perspiration and body glitter for some of the scantily clad girls in the crowd. Aubrey and Elysia step forward, Elysia taking your hand,

“This is the perfect time to dance. And while these divs talk, its us three girls.” The three of you raise your bottles and cheer before you’re led out to the dance floor, glancing over your shoulder at Tom once who has a longing look, eyes glued to your butt for just a moment before they lock with your own. He licks his lips, but you’re pulled into Elysia, the both of you and Aubrey already lost in the music, your hips swaying as you sing to each other and press into each other, enjoying the company of the other girlfriends drug along with their alcohol fueled boyfriends. Not that any of the three of you mind being in each others company.

Before too long, Elysia squeals behind you and you turn to glance at her as Sam grabs her around the middle and Tuwaine steps past you to confiscate Aubrey. You brush hair from your face as Tom steps up before you, cocky smile on his lips like he planned the whole thing. He tips his head back as he sips his beer, eyes never leaving yours before he takes your hand and drags you back against him. Your back is pressed to his warm chest, his body heat already radiating off of him through the t-shirt he wears. His leather jacket is long since forgotten and he sways with you, his hand releasing your own to rest at your hip,

“I’m already on beer number two and I’m feelin pretty good about tonight. My girlfriend abandoned me for her friends and… I’m a little hurt.” You giggle, pressing yourself back against him. Pursing your lips, you cock your head, exposing one side of your neck to Tom,

“That’s what you get for wanting to only talk with your boys about golf and your job.” He leans in, hand sliding to the underside of your belly, just where the hem of your lace thong rests, bottom lip pressing to the soft, sweet smelling skin of your neck. He hums and you feel the delicate scratch of facial hair under his lip from him not having shaved in almost a week. Your pulse starts to quicken as you reach back to take hold of his hair, fingers locked in the soft tufts. You give a gentle tug and Tom knows where this is headed. He knows you’re already turned on, but he doesn’t want to alarm anyone. He doesn’t want to leave the club this early and have the boys giving him the riot act when they see him again. He has to keep you there for a little while longer. Until the alcohol has turned both of your blood into molten lava and you can’t fight the urge anymore. Tipping your head back against his shoulder, the music shifts to another song that has you pressing yourself back against Tom harder. He reaches up to hold your hip again, his other hand grasping the neck of his beer bottle in a loop created by his index finger and thumb to hold your other side easier,

“Easy baby. Don’t get me all riled up just yet. Gotta get my money’s worth out of this club visit.” You hum, reaching down to hold his wrists. Swaying along with him, you take his hand to lift his beer to your lips. He watches you drink it, licking his own lips as you take it all in. When you let him pull back, you swipe at your lips, knowing the all too familiar taste of Dos Equis he favors. You hum in pure bliss as he raises the green bottle to his lips, downing what’s left. He disappears for just a moment before returning empty handed, hands resuming their place on your hips. He guides them softly in their sway, smiling to himself as you sing the song blaring softly.

You and your party go through a dozen drinks and twice that in songs in the time you’re there. When you’re taking a break and you glance at Tom’s watch it’s been two and a half hours. He glances up at you, downing what’s left in the fifth beer he’s on, setting the bottle aside. You smile and bite your lip,

“We could go home so I can give you your present.” He smiles back, knowing that his gift is you and he’s eager to get to it. He swallows and nods,

“Before I can’t see straight. That sounds like a good idea.” You giggle and nod before he stands and fishes the money out of his pocket to cover the drinks both of you have had in the time. You do your usual goodbyes with your friends before Tom takes your hand and leads you out to your car. You take the keys from his hand, brushing past him and headed towards the driver’s side of the car,

“You’ve had one too many drinks stud muffin. Let me drive.” He nods, leaning in to kiss you when he offers them over. He crawls into the passenger side before you climb in beside him and his hand slips to hold your thigh as you drive. His warm palm drifts higher and higher up your own soft skin until you’re smirking and spreading your legs at a light. He hums in approval and surprise,

“Gonna let me touch you while you drive?” You shrug,

“It’s your day cutie. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” His hand lingers just where he can feel the heat radiating from your core, laying his head back against the headrest. By the time you’re pulling up the drive, his bottom lip is swollen from all the licking, sucking, and biting he’s done, trying his damndest to contain his throbbing cock that he desperately wants to pull from his pants and let you work over. Your eyes meet before you mutually climb from the car and head up to the front door. He’s pushing you inside, hands slipping up to your chest to fondle your breasts as he leans in to kiss where your neck meets shoulder. You reach back to hold his hip,

“Love-” You start,

“I want you on your knees for me sweet face.” He gives you a gentle nudge before shrugging his jacket off and taking your hand. Pulling you halfway up the stairs, he pauses, turning to you and unbuttoning his jeans,

“Knees.” He demands,

“Right here?” You practically squeal in shock. He nods, unzipping his pants and pushing them down just the smallest bit to free his cock. He strokes himself, eyes following you as you crouch on a stair. When you lick your lips, his knees go weak, hand pressing to the wall to steady himself. You giggle, watching him jerk himself. He smiles down at you, watching you swallow before your eyes meet,

“Birthday boy blowjob?” You quiz. He chuckles, holding himself steady as you lean in. When you envelope the tip, his head falls back, fingertips pressing into the drywall. He watches you bob your head like he likes, thighs held in your hands. He juts his hips forward, smiling and biting his lip as you gag,

“That’s my good girl. Fuck you’re perfect.” Humming around him, one of your hands slips from his thighs and down to your own, Tom cocking his head to watch you pull the bottom of your dress up over your thighs to show your panties. You bat your lashes, Tom muttering a curse,

“You’re so fucking sexy.” You rest your hands at your thighs, bobbing your head quickly to get him to his first orgasm. He moans and grunts, reaching down to gather your wavy hair in his hands. He licks his lips, tilting his head to watch you take him,

“Fuck… got me so on edge since your little excursion in the shower this morning. Gonna let me cum in that pretty little mouth of yours so I can fuck that tight little pussy?” He purrs, sending shivers down your spine. Goosebumps rise across your skin and despite him guiding you along his cock, your tongue stuck out to take as much of him as possible, he doesn’t miss the whimper. He smiles,

“Gonna be the birthday boy’s good girl?” You bat your lashes, Tom biting hard into his lip before gritting his teeth. He’s silent from that point on, listening to you gag and hum and slurp around him, eyes locking in yours every so often. He loves the way your eyes swim in different shades of their original color. The way they darken in lust is the sexiest thing ever to Tom. Watching your lips stretch around his cock is intoxicating and he finds himself wondering how he got so lucky. When you hollow your cheeks, he nearly loses it, gripping your curls tight in one hand and pressing down further. Invigorated gags reverberate off the walls, tears slipping down your cheeks at the brutal push Tom is making to get himself there. He pants and you reach back up to hold his thighs, his cheeks flushed and hair a mess as he nears his high. A few seconds more and his head falls back as he spills the contents of his balls into your mouth with a throaty grunt. His head remains fallen back until his cock stops twitching and warm spurts of cum don’t coat your tongue and throat. Drawing back, you take deep breaths, gently stroking the softening shaft Tom possesses. He hums, looking back down at you,

“So fucking good. God… I need to see that pretty little ass of yours, watch you touch yourself before I can get hard again.” Holding his hand out, he watches you lick up the underside of his shaft before letting go and taking his hand. He pulls his pants up, leaving them open before he crouches, glancing up with a toothy smile when you giggle and watch him gently slides your panties down, scoffing at the wet spot across them,

“You think you can get off giving me a blowjob?” You shrug, watching him lift your panties to his nose and give a quick whiff, pupils dilating. You bite your lip,

“I dunno, but that’s fucking sexy.” He chuckles before crumpling them in his fist and pivoting on the stair, dragging you after him. He pauses in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you walk towards the foot of the bed, pulling your dress off, leaving you completely naked. Tom licks his lips, watching you crawl up to the headboard, laying back against his pillow. You sigh, nipples already hard and legs spread to show him the good view. He hums, leaning against the door jam,

“Touch yourself angel. I wanna see you play with yourself before I fuck you.” Without being told twice, you reach down between your legs, sliding your fingers between your folds. Eyes locked on him, you swallow, rubbing your clit,

“You gonna fuck me handsome? Pull my hair and get your worth out of me for your birthday?” He nods,

“Fucking cum inside you. I could fuck a baby into you and get a late birthday present; a little one.” You bite your lip, dipping your finger into yourself. He watches,

“Is that your new kink my love? You wanna see me knocked up with your baby?” He shrugs, one side of his mouth quirking,

“Maybe. Make a baby as beautiful as you, I’ll wanna knock you up with all the babies you’ll let me knock you up with.” Taking a few steps forward, he tucks his hands in his pockets and cocks his head, eyes locked on you touching yourself. Reaching up, he pulls his top off, chuckling as you whimper when his abs are shown to you, the muscles beneath his tan skin constricting as he stretches and breathes. Tossing it aside, he slides his pants and boxers off, reaching down to stroke himself hard again. He quirks his unruly eyebrow,

“Like what you see angel?” You nod,

“I’d let you knock me up, especially when you look like that.” He chuckles through a closed mouth, swallowing and glancing down at his now fully erect shaft,

“On your knees my love.” You scramble to your hands and knees, back side presented to Tom. He chuckles, leaning on a knee to swat at your butt. He chuckles louder as you lurch forward before he clambers between your calves, holding the folds of your hip, pinkies pressed into your thighs,

“You know I won’t last long angel. Gonna fuck you like this where I can see this pretty little ass and then I’ll let you ride me. Let you finish me off while I watch those pretty little tits bounce.” He reaches down, hands wrapped around your thighs and thumbs spreading your folds apart. He hums, leaning in to lick a quick stripe through your slick. You whimper, hands gripping his pillow tight in your fists. He straightens out, pressing his tip to your hole. Spitting where you meet, he gently presses in, gritting his teeth as you cry out and jolt forward, shoulders and face pressed into his sultry smelling pillow. He bites his lip, head lulling back as he holds your hips and gently draws back before his hips glide forward and he’s fucking into you slowly, tip ghosting over that spongy spot inside you,

“Feel so good baby.” You raise yourself to your elbows, glancing over your shoulder, mouth held open just enough to see the tips of your teeth. Tom locks eyes with you for a moment before he bites his lip and reaches across, holding your left hip with his right hand, thrusting a small bit harder. You whimper, arching your shoulders as he reaches down to gather hair from your shoulders, holding it in a tight grasp. The insistent tug has you rising to your hands, head turned to watch over your shoulder as he thrusts up into you,

“God you’re gorgeous.” He growls, leaning over you, fists pressed into the bed just beside your hands, hips molding into your ass. You hum, head falling back against his shoulder as he fucks into you a little harder. You whine, head falling forward again. He leans back, running his hands up your sides to your shoulders, pulling you back onto him. His hips meet your ass in harsh, loud slaps and he grunts and groans after each one. You whine and buck back against him, a chuckle slipping past his lips,

“Does that feel good baby?” You nod, holding the sheets tighter in your fists. He hums, gathering your hair in one hand again to tug on. He hums when you clench around him, dampening curls of his own falling in his face. He reaches up to brush them aside before his hand resumes its position on your ribcage, running around to hold your breast. When you moan and tip your head back again, he changes his mind and slips his hand under you to strum your clit, better than you had. He leans in, hand lingering between your shoulder blades to steady himself so he can kiss your cheek. Sitting back up, he left his hand at your back to hold himself up. You bunch the sheets in your fists, toes curled as he spreads his knees to further spread your own legs, hands sprawling under you to rub across your belly. When you begin to pant and the sheet is pulled from the corner of your bed, Tom pauses his pounding to draw back, flopping down beside you,

“I want you to finish me off. It’s my birthday and I’m doin all the work.” You tsk as he holds his arms up and waits for you to crawl over him, licking his lips when you’re positioned just over his hard, glistening shaft, his tip catching on your clit as his cock swipes through your folds. Before it escapes, you reach back and slide it up into you, your own head falling back. He’s now the perfect fit, having stretched you out and worked it in repeatedly. His eyes flutter shut and his breath hitches, hands placed at your sides to hold you steady while you find the place he rests comfortably inside you. You reach up, Tom’s eyes following as you hold the headboard in your hand, the bed beneath him creaking at the shift. You share a laugh before you start to move, his cock filling you over and over again in the most delicious ways. Before too long, your thighs meet Tom’s in harsh slaps again. He grunts, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he runs his hands up your sides,

“So fucking sexy. How the hell was I blessed with a goddess?” You bite your own lip, staring down at him,

“How did I end up with the cheesiest man on this planet?” He places his feet on the bed, reaching down to hold your ass as you rock back against him. The motion has your hands shifting from the headboard to his chest, spread across his pecs. His eyes wander your arms before finding your face again. He bites into his lip hard, face scrunching at the pleasure coursing through his body,

“Fuck I love you. You’re so fucking perfect.” He growls, squeezing your butt in his large hands. While one hand keeps you stable on his chest, the other slips up to his cheek, caressing it,

“I love you more my little birthday boy.” When he juts his hips up, you gasp, nails digging into his chest. He hisses at the scratches, chewing his bottom lip as you rut back against him harder. He squeezes your ass, rearing back to swat at it,

“I’m gettin there baby. Go a little bit harder.” Pausing, you place a foot on the bed beside him. Pushing his legs down against the bed, you rest your hands on his thighs, bouncing on top of him, a noise leaving his lips and he reaches for your breasts,

“Fuck yeah, this is the view. God damn I’ve died and gone to heaven on my birthday. If you could see yourself…” He trails off, his shoulders raised from the bed to hold your breasts in both hands. He gives gentle squeezes each time pleasure runs through his veins, his tip meeting your sweet spot each time, giving him just as much pleasure as you receive. The position has allowed him to nuzzle his face between your breasts a number of times, and the image of each time he has runs through his mind, his cock twitching inside of you and a moan slipping from his lips. You bite your own lip,

“You better not be thinkin about another girl Holland.” You joke. He chuckles breathlessly, running his thumbs over your nipples,

“Never. Just thinkin about rubbin my face in between these perfect tits.” You giggle, glancing down at his hands,

“If you weren’t so lazy, you very well could sit your pretty ass up and shove those chubby little cheeks in between them.” He clicks his tongue, sitting up and wrapping an arm around your waist. Leaning in further, you giggle when his face is squished between your breasts, you reaching up to hold them around his head. You ruffle his hair when you feel his lips at your chest, squealing when he shakes his head. Resting back on one of his thighs, you moan, head falling back,

“Tommy… you feel so good.”

“Cum for the birthday boy, baby.” You shake your head,

“It’s your birthday. I gotta make you cum.”

“And I will when you do. Cum for me. That’s what I want for my birthday. Wanna watch you come undone. Wanna see that pretty little face you make when you cum and I keep going.” Humming, you pull his arms to wrap around you, holding his biceps as you nuzzle your face in his neck. He leans into your breasts again, sucking and nipping at the inner sides of them, grunting and growling as you work against him harder,

“Pretty… little… thing. Gonna make me cum inside this pretty little pussy for the first time.” You whimper, holding the hair at the back of his neck tight in your hands, ruffling the soft curls. Before too long, your head is falling back, mouth held open as your body convulses. Your legs shake, Tom’s arms staying locked around you, but his hands slipping to your thighs, fingertips pressed into your skin,

“That’s my good girl.” He purrs when you cry out, movements faltering as your orgasm takes over. You let out a breathy moan of his name as you cum, vision going dark. He groans in your ear, guiding you along to get himself there. When you’re not moving hard enough, he stands to his knees, laying you back against the foot of the bed and holding your ankles open. He pounds into you, pursing his lips as you whine and moan. He grunts, hips starting to falter as he nears his own release. Pressing his palms to the inside of your thighs, he grasps at the skin tight as he cums, warmth spreading throughout your body. He pauses, bottomed out, head falling back and a light hearted moan slipping through his thin lined lips. Once his orgasm has subsided, he releases your legs, humming as you draw him down by his arms,

“C'mere birthday boy.” Laying over you after drawing out, he rests most of his weight on top of you with a sigh,

“Much better.” You giggle, running your fingers through his hair. He hums again, closing his eyes. For a minute, you lay in silence, your fingers gently running across his scalp, lips pressed to his forehead every few seconds. When you rub his shoulders, he sighs,

“With all the filming, all the press tours and such, I can’t tell you how much I needed this. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know.” You smile, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose when he turns his head up to look up at you,

“I love you handsome. Happy birthday.” He smiles, himself, wrapping his arms around you tighter,

“Thank you. You’re the best gift I could ever ask for.” You kiss his forehead again, rubbing his shoulders softly. Resting your lips against his skin, you mind runs a mile a minute before it remembers something,

“Oh! I have something else for you!” Squirming to get him off you, he chuckles before sitting at the end of the bed. You stand, finding your underwear amongst the clothes on the floor. You slide them up your legs, Tom’s hands finding your hips,

“I think that’s enough clothing for you young lady.” He jokes in a deep voice. You giggle, placing your hands over his. Falling back into his lap, you hold his arms around you,

“You gotta get your boxers on baby. I have something for you.” He sighs before letting you stand and finding his boxers. Sliding them up his legs, he watches you pull your hair from the neck of his t-shirt before you glance over your shoulder at him. A wide smile covers your face as you hold your hand out which Tom gladly takes. You lead him down the hall, looking down at the stair where you were put on your knees earlier. He giggles, reaching up to wrap his arm around your shoulders. Leading him into the kitchen, you leave him standing at the island to pull a small cake from just inside the laundry room where he would never find it. He tsks as you set it before him, seeking out the candles from earlier that morning while he pulls the tape from the plastic, the smell of cream cheese wafting from inside it. He hums, watching you place the candles around the red lettering spelling out ‘Happy 23rd Birthday Tom’. Hopping up onto the counter, you pull the lighter from the drawer behind you before scooting closer and crossing your legs,

“Your favorite, red velvet.” He smiles sweetly, watching you light the candles before you look up,

“I’ll save us both and just not sing. Make a wish my love.” He stares up at you for a moment before he smiles wider and licks his lips,

“I don’t have anything to wish for. I have everything I need right here.” Your own smile hurts your cheeks as he bows to blow the candles out. He waits for the smoke to waft from between you before he brushes the cake aside and pulls you closer to his warm body. You straddle the corner of the island, reaching up to hold Tom’s cheeks as he leans in to kiss you. His lips linger and he tastes like the faintest bit of alcohol and part of you. Running your fingers through his hair again, you cock your head,

“I love you so much. You’re the most amazing boyfriend ever. You’re the most selfless, kind hearted person in this world and I couldn’t ask for anyone better to want to spend the rest of my life with.” Tom’s smile widens, hands rested at your thighs. He nuzzles his nose against yours before standing back. Fishing two forks from a drawer, he hands you one,

“I dunno about you, but sex has starved me. What do you say we share some cake, and then we hop in the tub with some champagne and chill for the rest of the night. Just me and my girl as we celebrate the last few hours of my birthday.” You smile, taking the fork from him. Tom goes in for the back, you waiting for him to pull it off before following him and nodding as you take the piece of cake into your mouth,

“That sounds like a plan to me.” You eat cake in silence, your eyes meeting Tom’s every once in a while. Each time, you both smile and Tom can’t be happier. He really did land the most perfect, loving person, and he wouldn’t give you up for the world. He loves you more than anything and the idea of celebrating every birthday, yours, his, your future kids, is something that he doesn’t have to get used to. The idea of celebrating holidays and birthdays and anything else is what keeps him going. Because if you were his gift each and every year, he’d love it. Because he meant every word he said about you being the best blessing. He was truly blessed with the best when it came to you and despite all the teasing from Harrison and Tuwaine and his brothers, he was genuinely, madly in love with you, and he wouldn’t give you up even if his life depended on it. And another year older, it was still steady and true in his mind and heart.

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witchlyboo · 5 years

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Tom Holland dating a Latina Pt. 3

Christmas edition 🎄

Holaaaaaaaaa. The audacity of coming here after months, I know but I’m 100% that bitch and I’m here anyway with a nice HC, if you’re nice with me you can have a proper fanfic later in New Year...maybe.

Two things first:

English isn’t my first lenguage (obs) you’ll probably (surely) find some spell mistakes, let me know.

I know it’s not Christmas anymore, that’s it, that’s my argument.

What do you mean this isn’t a Christmas gif? Well, find one that everyone haven’t used and send it to me, you criticona whore.

This is mostly Mexican bc I’m Mexican but if you could tell me typical things of your country so I can make it more inclusive, I’d be really grateful.

Thanks for read my mental breakdown, really appreciate it.

Say it louder for those in the back!

WE DON’T STAND STEREOTYPES.

bUT

Hehehehe

face it, Latin Christmas it’s like pretty relatable.

you weren’t nervous for take Tom to meet your family.

of course you weren’t.

you were in fuCKIN’ HELL.

ok, I’m exaggerating.

but your family can be...irregular, for a british boy who barely knows them.

This was the deal: you will spend Christmas with your family and New Year with his.

Stupid hermoso puppy eyes boy who can make you think everything he says is a good idea.

“It’s not to late to regret”

“We just landed”

you love your family more than anything.

even when they are so caotic.

and loud

and explosive

no one could blame you for preparing for the worst.

so, there you were, in la casa de la abuela.

“It’s not to late to regret”

“ Are you worry they don’t like me?”

“I’m worry they like you more than they like me”

he held your hand and all your worries fainted.

“K fine, chingue su madre” you said to yourself.

You finally get in.

5 seconds of solid silence, for a moment you thought you were in the wrong place.

It didn’t last to much.

Everybody SCREAMING

Hugs, handshakes, kisses everywhere, not knowing exactly who they come from.

He has to hold your hand hard so they won’t tear him apart from you.

Your family barely knows English, just basic words.

Your Tom barely knows Spanish, just basic words.

that gave you a safety zone where you can control the information.

“what did she said?”

“she asked if we are living together, say no”

“but we are”

“oh, I see, I didn’t want to buy that carpet and now you want to break my abuelita’s heart.”

“...No”

Your primos y sobrinos were so exciting running and trying to be with him, specially the little ones.

Bc omg he’s spIDERMAN.

he playing with all of them, looking so excited because they have Spiderman toys.

as usual you helped in the kitchen so you left him in la sala.

and of course.

*pretends not to be shocked*

your cousins and uncles were trying hard to put him drunk.

“Chúpele, mijo”

you saved him just in time, he started to feel dizzy.

the dinner is ready.

Even when Christmas is a big thing in England too, he never have seen this quantity of food.

not just the quantity, all types of colors, smells, textures, tastes.

and your mom doesn’t stop putting food on his plate

“No, mi amor, that’s spicey.”

*eats it anyway*

*pretends had to go to the bathroom*

*cames back with tears in his eyes*

“Told ya”

All your tías were fascinated with him.

i meAN

This was the very first time you don’t hear the:

“¿Y el novio, mija?”

everyone know his name but rather call him “El wero”

tom smiling the whole time, laughing even when he doesn’t understand what’s going on.

but he’s so happy, not just for being half drunk, he could finally know more about you

he’s exactly what you expect him to be and more

saying a soft “gracias” all the time

offering his help in every opportunity

holding your hand, back or shoulder

and giving you random forehead kisses at any chance

random pause to go cry

anyWAY

you took him away when they started to discuss something

he wasn’t ready for a family fight.

los terrenos del abuelo, los platos robados, quien puso más dinero, opiniones del aborto, the basics, you know.

you take him outside holding his hand and tell him a childhood memory that you have in that garden

he can’t takes his eyes of you, almost breathing.

“What?”

“nothing, just... you’re just the way I imagined you will be”

“Imagined what?”

“The love of my life”

Yep, that sound was my heart breaking

“Feliz Navidad, mi amor”

“Merry Christmas, my love”

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thirsttrapholland · 6 years

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Title: The Ikea Test

Pairing: Tom Holland x Black Reader

Summary: There are several major milestones that can make or break a new relationship. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to the first time you try to put together a piece of Ikea furniture.

Warnings: None really. Maybe some language. Mostly just fluff. A little suggestive at the end. Reckless comma usage.

Word Count: 1296

Hour One

You and Tom stood in silent disbelief wondering how so many parts could have come out of what was such a relatively small box.

Tom was trying to play it cool, but you had no problem admitting that the two of you might have bitten off more than you could chew. “Maybe I should hire one of those handyman services to put this together.”

“Absolutely unnecessary.”

“Look at all these parts and screws. The instruction manual doesn’t even have any words in it. I don’t know if we can do this.”

“Babe, this stuff is specifically designed for people to put together at home on their own. I say we put on some music, crack open a couple of beers and we’ll knock this out in no time.” Tom pulled you into a hug and laid a kiss against your temple. “An hour or two. Tops.”

Hour Three

You emerged from the kitchen balancing two plates and a couple of beers. You had left Tom in charge of your project while you made the two of you a couple of sandwiches. You came back and found him hammering on something that you were about ninety-nine percent sure shouldn’t have been hammered on. “Where’s the instruction manual?”

Tom pointed to the corner where the manual laid upside down as though it had been thrown in frustration. “We don’t need it.”

“And what’s all this?” Several bags of nuts, screws and random things that you didn’t even know the names for, had been thrown back in the box. “Shouldn’t we be using these?”

Tom took a bite of his sandwich before answering you. “It’s just a fact that they give you extra stuff. Like suggested materials. You don’t actually have to use everything they put in the box.”

“That doesn’t sound right to me.”

“Babe, just let me work alright? I’ve got this.”

Hour Four

Tom sat slumped in defeat with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. “Maybe I should give Harrison a call?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“I feel like somehow between the two of you, not only would this thing not get put together, you’d manage to wreck something else. No thanks.”

“That’s not fair. It’s not like we’re a couple of idiots just running around breaking things.”

“Need I refer you to the microwave incident?”

“It’s not right for you to keep bringing that up. We did buy you a new one.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Also, in our defense the container looked like it was microwave safe. I know it said it wasn’t, but it definitely looked like it should have been. And even so, how were we supposed to know it would explode?”

“I’m not getting into this with you again, Tom.”

“Okay, okay. No Haz. What about Harry?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing out loud. “Boy, bye. Harry is not coming over here for this.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You can text him if you want, but I can tell you right now he’s too smart to get in the middle of this mess.”

“I think I know my own brother a little better than you do,” Tom said while tapping away on his phone. “There, I just asked him to come give us a hand.”

Tom’s phone dinged signaling a reply less than a minute later. “What did he say?”

“He said, and this is a direct quote, ‘No way in hell’.”

“I’m not the type to say I told you so, but-” You shrugged your shoulders not even bothering to finish your sentence.

“Well you don’t have to look so smug about it.”

“No, actually I do. Because I told you so.”

Hour Five

“That’s not the same piece.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Babe, I need you to take your glasses off, give them a good wipe down then put them back on and take another look, because I don’t know how you’re not seeing that this” he said while shaking the L-shaped piece of wood in his hand, “Is that.” He pointed to the instruction manual. “And it goes there.” As he gestured vaguely to the right of the lopsided monstrosity the two of you had created.

“You call me babe one more time and I can guarantee you that one of us is leaving here in a body bag, Thomas.”

“Oh, that’s real mature.”

Without saying another word, you stood up and began walking towards your bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“You obviously know what you’re doing and you don’t want to listen to a word I have to say, so finish it yourself.”

“You’re just gonna walk away and leave me with this?”

“Do whatever you want to do, Tom. I’m going to take a nap.” You turned on your heel, marched into your room and slammed the door hard enough to make the knick knacks on your shelves shake.

Hour Seven

You awoke with a crook in your neck. You quietly opened your bedroom door and peeked out into the living room. You don’t know what you were expecting to find but Tom still sitting in the middle of the floor with several empty beer bottles spread out around him certainly wasn’t it. He had raked his hands through his hair so many times that it was standing on end, lending him a sort of ‘mad scientist bested by his creation’ look.

The broken look on his face as he directed his gaze back and forth from the instruction manual to all the unused parts that were still laying around dissipated any irritation you might have still been feeling. Also, there was nothing quite like a two hour angry nap to help you gain some perspective.

You and Tom had survived meeting each others’ friends and family. You had traveled long distances together. You had even had an, oopsy that condom definitely just broke, moment. All potential relationship killers and you had conquered them all. You would be damned if you’d let yourselves be outdone by an entertainment center from Ikea.

You walked into the living room, sat down beside him and gently removed the screwdriver from his hand. “Tom, stop.”

“But I’ve almost got it.”

All the unused parts and various screws strewn across your living room floor were telling a much different story. “Baby, first thing Monday morning I’m going to call somebody to come and put this thing together for me.”

“I really wanted us to do this together. What does it say about us if we can’t put together a stupid piece of furniture without arguing?”

“It says that the people at Ikea are sadists and this really isn’t that important.” You took Tom’s face in your hands and turned his head towards you until he was looking you in the eyes. “So far we’ve come together on the things that really matter, haven’t we?”

“Yeah.”

“This is nothing. And I refuse to spend one more second antagonizing each other over nothing, alright?”

“You’re right.” Tom leaned back on the floor, pulling you down beside him. “Besides, there are much better ways for us to be spending our Saturday night.”

“I can’t argue with that.” You snaked your hand down his chest, letting your fingers wander underneath the waistband of his sweats. “No boxers, Mr. Holland? You shameless hussy.”

“You’re the one that just stuck your hand down the front of my pants. I think we’re both shameless hussies.”

“Finally, something we can agree on.”

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pocsforparker-blog · 6 years

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💘 tom holland + mixed black reader going to disney world headcanon please?

- Disney World was a big deal for the two of you- You’d been planning it for months and although he’d deny it, Tommy was the most excited out of the two of you- You were staying on the Animal Kingdom Grounds and that part made you so excited because that was your favourite part - Tom would pack water bottles galore because - “Can’t have my baby dehydrated now can we?” - Washing your hair in the morning seemed like a good idea because it was hot so it would dry faster and you could just pull it up into a bun - But that just frizzed the hell out of your hair tbh but, at this point you’ve already walked out the house and started your day - Tom would wanna hold your hand all day long tbh and you didn’t mind, your caramel skin contrasted nicely with his and that made you smile - Baby boy would wanna take soooo many pictures tbh - Especially when you went to Pandora, omfg he’d want pictures everywhere - “I want to be an avatar babe” - And damn did he get his wish- An hour (thanks to fast pass) in line and you got to go on the 4D experience of Pandora and Tom got his own avatar in the gift shop - He’d try to start an Instagram live during the light show but would have a hard time turning it off and on because our poor baby is so bad at that - “I need help I don’t know what I’m doing” - Laughing your ass off because he’s just making a bunch of short ig lives - Having fans come and ask for pictures with both of you - One of the fans asking what your hair routine is and having to explain a long detailed routine in less than five minutes - Dinner back at the hotel and a nice hot bath to end a truly day

I hope you liked it 💖* Mod Sefara

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zophora · 7 years

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Moodboard Request💕 Tom Holland x Middle Eastern reader Requested by: @sireennotsiren Masterlist

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peterparkussy · 2 years

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discoveries

reader develops a sensitivity overnight and wonders what the cause could be.

peter parker x reader// warnings: lg, smut?

dark themes if you squint

You thought your ears had cleared. Everything was louder to you the creaking of the bed when you got up, the crunch your feet made when they step through the carpet, and when you locked the door the click it made was striking. Maybe years of trying to pop your ears and failing, overnight your hearing was just perfect. Only if things didn’t get worse. You were feeling everything not to mention when you inhaled it felt like your lungs were transparent the cool air soothing to the point where your nostrils felt raw- Ignoring your newfound hypersensitivity to seemingly everything you tried to proceed with your day but the blood rushing in your ears made you uneasy.

You were in the shower but you couldn’t continue being thrown off by a faint beeping, you tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder-clearer you felt the beeps echo throughout you, and the floor felt hollow. All you could focus on was the sound. You were in almost a trance now, you shut off the water and stepped out, probably hadn’t blinked once. You might have dried off before draping on your robe that hung behind the door. Pacing out of the bathroom you marched towards the noise. You stayed on a higher floor just about at the top of the compound, you weren't looking around; you were drawn to the beeping there was nothing you can do to stop it. Your body was in control. Down one floor you kept going, earning weird looks and questions you couldn’t process. On another floor, the beeps were closer but what could this noise be? a weapon, was the compound going to explode? Again? Your heart rate picked up, you felt a presence now close around but that faded away shortly from your focus or fear at your arrival on the final floor. You stomp into the kitchen to see a timer beeping faintly calming your nerves. Clicking the cool metal button you shut the device off, walking into the den to see Wanda taking a nap on the couch, you could hear her faint snores; you couldn’t hear that before a countless amount of times you’ve walked in on her sleeping. “Wands” you called out waking her she sat up slightly rubbing sleep off her eyes, “I think your stuff is done the alarm is beeping,” you say eyes wide. You were dripping from the shower, you definitely skipped drying off; your robe was barely tied your arms securing it tightly on one side of your body. “Oh thank you, my timer needs new batteries it’s so low I can barely hear it” she yawned and you nodded turning to walk away. “How did you hear it?” she asked when you were in the middle of the kitchen you paused breath catching in your throat How did you hear it? this shits been happening all day “I was outside the door” you lied. Wanda could usually tell when something was up, but she was still groggy so you hoped that’d be enough to keep her from questioning you further. Not giving her a chance to respond picking up your pace you bulked your way back upstairs. You hoped to be alone now to possibly evaluate what the hell could be happening to you, it was quiet and peaceful so you plopped into bed the springs louder than they had ever been as the vibrations of the noise died down you took a deep breath. And for the first time, your senses had failed you “So how did you hear that alarm?” you jumped when you heard Peter's voice from the corner of your room. He pressed against the door, came in, and locked it. Click* “I don’t know,” you said with a shrug and he started walking to your bed “Don’t lie to me” he looked at you knowingly but he couldn’t be further from the truth, really you were about to google what your symptoms are and hope for the best because the last thing you would do is take a trip down to medbay just to be escorted to Banner. “I’m not lying Pete, seriously” you leaned to open your laptop but he shut down before your screen could even illuminate “I have an idea of what could have happened” he leaned in closer. you tilted your head in confusion urging him to go on “You know what a good girl you are when you swallow for me? hmm” Your breath caught from his bluntness and praise and not to mention the diagnosis hinted. All you did was nod and he kept explaining “Well daddy’s cum is good for you and when you take your medicine you get nice and strong..” he trailed his calloused fingers from your shoulder down your arm grazing over your breasts and cupping your face. You looked up at him, doe eyes not being able to miss the bulge in his pants, his grey pants. Peter knew the effects his sperm had but he wasn’t certain if it would be this effective but something about giving you the ability, and the same ones at him makes him absolutely feral.

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 3 years

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Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

You bring Tom to set so he can watch you, he loves watching you work. Plus, the scenes are pretty interesting, and it gets him riled up

Warning⚠️: smut

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Being an actress in a tv show is nerve-wracking, and being the star is even worse. Well, you had both. It's your first time staring in a tv series, not to mention the show is meant to send a message. It's one about the teen mental health statements. Like 13 Reasons Why and Euphoria. You're a nervous wreck. But you're a professional, and what they say is true, do something enough, you get used to it, and you did. Within no time, not much about it fazed you.

Something that helped through it all is Tom. He's supportive and awesome, and you couldn't ask for a better husband. "When will you tell me about your show?" Tom mumbles, pulling your body close to him. You told him the bare minimum about your show. Stuff like you're in high school, it's not for kids, and you definitely think he'll like it.

Anytime he asked to know more, you always said either he has to wait for it to come out like everyone else, or promise not to spoil anything, then he can come with you to the set and watch you during shooting. "You know the answer, Tom." You laugh and snuggle into his chest.

"You know I can't promise I won't spoil anything tho." He pouts, "but I'll try really, really hard."

You smile, "Fine. You can come tomorrow." Tom gives you a big smile, dipping his head to kiss your forehead before laying back again and relaxing, ready to slip into sleep. "If you make me mess up, I'll tell security to throw you out," you say in a sweet tone right before you fall asleep, making Tom silently laugh.

In the morning, you both get up and head to set. When you walk in, you say your hellos to everyone as you head to hair and makeup, hand in hand with Tom. "Hey, look," you say, getting Tom's attention and pointing, "that would be the security guard that'll throw you in the mud if you distract me," you playfully whisper.

"Very scary, Love," Tom snickers.

Once your hair and makeup are perfect, you and Tom head to the spot they're shooting in at the moment. They had started shooting with two of the other characters. It is a casual scene that turns "spicy." Starting off the day strong.

"I have to look. I don't remember what scenes we're shooting today, but remember, if you get uncomfortable, you can step out," you tell Tom before you walk in.

"Darling, I can handle it," he smirks and smiles at you.

"Alright," you laugh.

The area they started shooting in wasn't where your first scene was, so you walked past and went to where you knew your first scene would be, getting ready for when they finish and move to you. While you walked past, re-reading your lines, Tom's following you and looking around. Since you only walked past, he didn't see much of the scene, but he knows he saw two people simulating a blowjob.

"Alright, this is my spot. You can stand over there," you say, snapping Tom's attention back to you. He nods, taking a spot a few feet away and watching as you sit down in the part of the set made to look like a high school cafeteria, saying hi to your co-star, Sierra Capri, and sitting down as you both chat to fill in time.

Tom stood back, smiling as he watched you interact and talk with the others. Even though you hadn't begun shooting, you looked like a natural. He waves when he sees you point to him, Sierra looking past you and waving to him. You're wearing a simple hoodie and jeans, Sierra's in a shirt and leggings. The high school look. Tom laughed, knowing you're clothes weren't too different from what you wear on a daily basis anyway.

Not too much time passes before it's time for you to start. Peyton List, your other co-star from the scene you walked by earlier, walks over and says hi to you and Sierra. She only stays for a few seconds, and she walks over to the side, and then once everyone is ready, you start shooting.

The scene is lunch. Your character, Micah, is talking with her best friend Sam, Sierra, and then their other friend Abby, Peyton, will come in mid-scene.

"ACTION!"

"Come on, please," Sam begs, whining and pulling at your arm.

"No," you laugh, "I'm not leaving just cause they want to be dicks."

"I don't want to deal with this right now. It's so stupid. Look," Sam says. You turn your head, seeing the group of boys staring at you both.

You sigh, "Sam, I love you. But no."

She groans and throws her head back dramatically. During Sam's little tantrum, Abby runs up to the table, smiling and sliding in with you guys.

"I just sucked Luke's dick in the bathroom," she whispers yells.

"Nice," you laugh, still focused on your food.

"What's wrong with her?" Abby asks, nodding to Sam, who's still in her own world.

Sam looks at her, a big smile coming on her face, "Abby, you know you're my favorite, and I love love love you so much. You wanna go sit somewhere else?" she asks, her whole face changing to convince her.

You roll your eyes and look at Abby. "She wants to sit somewhere else cause dick decathlon over there," you nod your head to the group of boys, "won't stop staring at her."

"Why? What happened?" Abby asks, confused.

"Last night, she and Grey were hanging out, and he kept asking how big Ben's dick is. She wouldn't tell him. So Grey thought it would be a genius idea to call Ben and ask him himself. Saying, she said he wasn't packing, and he wanted to know if it's true." Abby's mouth drops open, and she starts laughing.

"No," Sam whines, "this's not funny."

Grey is you, Sam, and Abby's good friend who also goes to the school. He obviously jokes too much. Abby and Ben were dating, but he broke up with her last week. She actually got over it rather quickly, but they'll probably get back together. Anyone could see that they were soulmates.

"When she told him she didn't say that, he didn't believe her. Now him and his posy won't stop starring cause they know it annoys her and gets her all flustered. So, she wants us to move and sit somewhere else today, but I said no cause, one, I already started eating, and two, I'm not a pussy," you smile and take another bite of food.

Abby laughs, "Girl, It is not that bad. He's an idiot, and you know it, don't let him bother you. You know they're only starring cause you're hot," she winks at her.

"But I don't like it! They have no reason to be staring. It's weird," Sam says.

You smirk, "Fine. Then let's give em something to stare at."

Sam and Abby give you a confused look as you get up. You stand and put your hand out for Sam to grab. She does and stands in front of you with a "what are you doing?" look. Not missing a beat, you wrap your arm around her waist and pull her flush against you, pushing your head forward and kissing her.

She's startled at first but catches on and kisses you back. Abby and the group of boys that had been watching it go down, all their mouths drop. You both stand there, a full-on make session, and you snake one of your hands around, grabbing Sam's butt and making her let out a surprised moan.

You pull away and wink at her, turning around and sitting back down. "Can I enjoy my food now?" you laugh.

"Cut!"

You all turn your heads toward the director. He gives you guys a thumbs up, signaling it was a good take. Everyone gets up, walking away to do their own stuff until the director is ready for the next scene.

You walk behind Sierra as you walk toward Tom, who's giving you a tight smile. "She's a good kisser," you hear Sierra say to Tom as she passes him. You laugh and walk up to him.

"So? What did you think?" you ask, smiling.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do," Tom says lowly.

"Is that a compliment?" you tease.

"I don't know what was better. You're acting, or the fact you're playing a gay character, and I got to see you kiss another girl. Kind of a turn-on," he smirks.

"Hate to disappoint you, but my character isn't gay," you say, smiling.

Tom laughs and hangs his head, "You're going to kill me." You laugh. "I'd like a heads up if more of your scenes are going to be like that cause if so, I might need to step out," he leans close to your ear, "wouldn't want to do something unprofessional."

You bit your lip and playfully hit him, "Guess you'll have to put your acting skills to the test. Cause I'm not telling."

For the rest of the day, it's a combination of many scenes Tom enjoyed. You didn't get to talk to him much, wanting to stay in character and get the takes done, but Tom definitely was watching you like a hawk. If you had paid more attention to him, you'd see how his eyes dilated watching you, how his breathing became short.

The scenes you filmed included: your character undressing and talking to a friend in the locker room, a fight between your character and her mom, a sex scene, another scene of you and Sierra as your character tried to teach her about kissing and where to touch her boyfriend.

By the time you're finished with all that, it's around 5 pm. The directions tell you that you can take a break until 7, the rest of the shots needing to get shot while it's dark.

You make your way over to Tom, a smile on your face, and taking his hand, leading him to your trailer. "I have some food in here if you want. I'm so tired. Wanna take a nap?" you ask as you step inside, Tom closing the door behind him.

"I don't know," Tom says, stepping up behind you and putting his hands on your waist, leaning on your back and putting his lips by your ear. "I hope you're not too tired. I had a few other things in mind." He grips your waist, pressing you back into his bulge. You can feel it growing against you.

"You enjoy my acting that much, Tommy?" you tease.

"Anyone who says watching their wife kiss another girl isn't the biggest turn on in the world is an idiot," Tom says lowly, his hands starting to roam your body.

"Tom," you whine, "you can't mess up my clothes and make. They only like doing touch-ups after the break." You laugh, feeling him turn your body around and kiss on your neck.

"But I've been watching you all day," he pouts. "I'll be gentle. Promise."

"My baby needy?" you lean up and kiss him, pulling back and biting your lip, your faces inches apart, your lips ghosting his. He nods his head, bringing his hands to the front of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them. "Don't ripe my clothes and no marks."

Tom smirks, pushing you toward the couch and letting you both fall on top of it. Tom knew he couldn't be too rough. He knew he couldn't be sloppy, kissing all over your body and letting his hands dig into your skin. Plus, your trailer isn't that big. If he's too rough, it'll rock.

He kisses you, slowly taking off your pants, careful not to wrinkle them. He reaches his hand to your underwear, hand massaging your clit. You let out shaky breaths into the kiss, feeling him ease two of his fingers inside your hole. You pull away from the kiss, leaning your forehead on his shoulder, your hand gripping onto his bicep, grinding into his hand.

"Been waiting to feel you all day. You close? Gonna cum on my fingers?" Tom says by your ear, curling his fingers into your g-spot, feeling your body jolt against him as your mouth falls open. You moan his name, your walls squeezing his fingers, making him groan. "God."

He pulls his fingers out, sitting up over you, sticking his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean, also untying his sweats and pulling his cock out. He leans back over you, one hand next to your head and the other wrapped around his cock, pumping it as he gets close to your pussy. He captures you in a kiss, rubbing his tip around your clit, pre cum leaking over it.

You moan, moving your hips against him, needing more friction. "Shh, can't get too loud. They're a lot of people around that could hear," Tom says against your lips. You nod, pressing your lips together again. Tom continues grinding on you, savoring the way you squirm under him.

"Wait, do you have a condom?" you ask, looking up at him.

He reaches into his pocket, grabbing it and quickly ripping the wrapper with his teeth, pumping his cock a few times before rolling it on. "So prepared," you smile and smirk as he leans back over you.

"Of course, Darling. Never know when I'll need you," he says as his lips go over yours, kissing him again. He melts into the kiss, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing in. "O-oh shi-" he pants, pulling his head away from you and his hand gripping on the couch. "God, you're so tight." He bottoms out and pauses, not wanting to lose his mind, trying to remember he needs to be gentle. He slowly pulls his hips back and thrusts back in, his mouth falling open from the way your wall squeezes him so tight, the way they wrap perfectly around him.

He finds a rhythm, grinding his tip against your g-spot, your walls fluttering around him. "Feel so good, Tommy," you moan in his ear, arching your back. In return, he grunts, his cock twitching from the praise, his pace speeding up slightly.

"Love you, Y/n. Love you so much," he pants, speeding up again, feeling you grind against him, meeting his thrusts. His hips pause when you cum again, your cunt milking his cock. He carries you through it, continuing to buck and grind his hips into you as you slowly come down from your high.

After you do, Tom speeds up again, throwing his head back and groaning as he gives in to the pleasure, his cock throbbing and spilling cum into the condom. He bites his lip and continues to roll his hips, milking out everything he can.

He stops after it gets overwhelming, pulling out and taking the condom off, throwing it in the trash before grabbing something to clean between your legs. You sigh, watching him move around before he moves back to laying with you against the coach. It's not big, so you lay directly on top of him, snuggling into his warmth. "You took up my nap time," you joke quietly.

"You still have time to nap. I'll wake you at 7," Tom laughs gently. You hum and close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat in the quiet of your trailer. "Plus, you'll need the sleep now. Cause when we get home, I plan to do what I really been thinking about all day."

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multifariousqueer · 2 years

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Idk if anybody had this idea before but well here it goes: Arvin Russell having a smaller wife -in size- and they are both awkward bcz the marriage was sorta out of business but they are both getting along some fluff will be great (add filth if u want :3 )

P.S: srry rly for being awkward it's my first time to request smth😅

Hi! I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna answer this as a black!reader(bc I don't see a lot of black readers).

TW: Business partners to lovers, mentions of Lenora's death and the serial killer couple, Spoilers for tdatt, slow burn(ish).

Your daddy disapproved of Arvin and so did your momma but you knew this was the only way. See, you had always wanted a house and business of your own but being a young small black girl, you often were looked down upon and often times, given the classic talk of "well, maybe this is outta your league little girl." and told to just go find a black man and stay in your "neck of the woods". When you got away from the person who made these comments, you just rolled your eyes and said,

"Well what does he know? That old shit has nary a business bone in his body. Old hick."

Arvin overheard your personal pep talk and said,

"Umm little girl?"

"JESUS CHRIST." you said, startled.

"I'm so sorry it's just you were yelling and I thought you were hurt, my apologies" Arvin said.

You looked him up and down and immediately knew he would be a perfect pawn to get what you need.

"It's okay." You said with a smirk on your face.

Arvin began to walk away when suddenly, you blurted out:

"Hey listen. How would you like an opportunity to make money and get out of this shit town?"

Arvin stopped dead in his tracks but he didn't turn around:

"And how would I do that? Selling Girl Scout Cookies?" Arvin asked. You could hear the bemusement mixed with genuine interest in his voice.

You chuckled. This wasn't the first time you had been underestimated because of your size.

"Not quite. See I'm fixing to start a business and buy a house but I can't do that since I'm-" you pointed to your skin.

"I don't know little girl sounds like a big ask for someone so small." Arvin chuckled

"Listen here Mister, I am 20 and a LEGAL adult just like you. I may sure as hell be damn small but these dreams and the money I'll cut you will be bigger than the fattest man alive, so what do you say?" you said.

"What are we selling? Arvin said, interested.

"Teas, coffee, specialized refreshments." You smiled.

"You really think people want that?" Arvin said.

"Well not these people, that's why I said we're getting out of here. Now come on, I'll let you taste the product." You said pulling Arvin's arm.

6 months later:

"It says here, we need to be married in order to get the house and the storefront." Arvin said.

"Nice try, pal." You said, believing it but not wanting it to be true.

"Business partners don't lie to each other, darlin' " Arvin said with a smirk.

Over the past 6 months, Arvin had taken a liking to you. You were ambitious, pretty, outspoken, goal driven and not a bad cook either. You two always had moments where it felt like you would kiss but you never did. So Arvin convinced himself that you were off limits.

"Alright fine, I know a chapel we can go to." You said begrudgingly.

"Actually?" Arvin didn't think you'd go this far for what you wanted but in a way, he was kind of happy you did go this far.

"Yes Actually now stop wasting time and get dressed." You said.

"Yes ma'am" Arvin called.

When you two arrived at the chapel, You saw your preacher. It was nice to know that this man who had known you since you were in diapers, is marrying you off. Admittedly, you wished it was with someone whom you had loved for years.

Once he married you off, the next stop was your parents house:

"ABSOLUTLEY NOT. UNDER NO SURCOMSTANCES WILL I ALLOW THIS. HOW DARE THIS THING COME IN MY HOUSE AND TELL ME THAT HE WANTS TO MARRY MY Y/N." Your dad said.

"Daddy I'm sorry, It's all for the house and store. I promise."

"FIND ANOTHER WAY." Your dad said.

"Daddy, this is the way. I'll finally be able to take care of you and momma." you said almost tearing up. You haded when he would yell at you.

"I just don't want you to be unhappy." Your dad said.'

"Than let me marry Arvin and get us out of this place." you said through tears.

"Okay baby. If this is what you need to do then do it." Your dad said begrudgingly.

You hugged your momma and oveheard your dad telling Arvin that he would kill him if he tried anything. You went upstairs, packed a bag, and left. Arvin did the same and both of you were off to New York.

1 year later

You and Arvin had just gotten the title to the store and you couldn't be happier. Arvin was falling more and more in love with you as the days went on. You found out a lot about him too, like he had shot a preacher that drove his sister to suicide, how he almost became a victim of these serial killers, and so forth. You were still sleeping in different "beds"(Arvin sleeping on a sofa):

"You sure, country boy? I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I could fit a lot better." You asked genuinely concerned for his wellbeing on that sofa.

"Ladies get the better bed. Besides, It's comfy enough." Arvin said. You realized that Arvin would never tell you if he was in pain or sick or anything about himself really. You had to pry into him to figure out the serial killer story.

You caught yourself staring at Arvin more and more. You never noticed how veiny his arms were or how big his biceps were. He was incredibly protective over you(even though you didn't need it) and he was incredibly strong, like he lifted a 100lb bag of coffee beans over his shoulder like it was nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to fall for him but this is what made you 100% head-over-heels for him:

One cold night in December, you were shivering in the bed. You had woken up from a nightmare and desperately needed to go back to sleep because you had a meeting the next day. You saw Arvin tossing on the couch and decided you couldn't take it anymore:

"Hey Arvin?" you asked as gently as possible

"What's the matter, Y/n?" he asked groggily.

"Uhm, I'm cold." You said sheepishly.

"What do you want me to do about that?" Arvin asked with a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" you said half embarrassed, half jokingly.

"Mhm. If you want it that badly." Arvin said smugly.

"Arvin can you sleep with me?" You said regretfully.

"What's the magic word?" He said now with a full grin.

"Pleeeeaaaassseeee?" You said.

"Good Girl." He said. This sent butterflies through your body.

You two got in the bed and he brought the blanket from the couch. You snuggled up to him and he planted your face in his neck.

"Is this gonna become a daily thing, darlin'?" Arvin asked.

"I don't know. Do you want it to become a daily thing?" You replied.

"I don't mind." He said.

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sennottxcx · 4 years

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stop making (y/n) DISTINCTLY white, emphasis on the ‘H’.

whenever i read reader insert fanfics and i see (y/n) but also “my porcelain skin” “my blue eyes”, basically aryan, i sit and wonder what is running through most writers minds. because i know my BLACK mom and INDIAN dad didn’t create a white child.

if it’s an oc what’s wrong with it being a poc, it might shock people to know that not everyone’s type is caucasian. how can you have blm in your bio but also show zero representation towards literally any race other than your own kinda makes me feel ✨sick✨

can i not read a cute fluffy black reader fic about chris evans. LET ME show him what plantain is. LET HIM put product in my hair. LET ME teach him how to make some sexy seasoned chicken with amazing well cooked rice. could you imagine reading a fic where poc reader is famous and well respected, THE SHOCK I WOULD EXPERIENCE IF I READ THAT, but for some reason people can’t fathom the fact they could write that unless they’ve been asked by someone.

I COULD SCREAM

if i don’t start seeing more (y/h/c) or (y/e/c) more i might go crazy. WHY DONT WE START WITH ACTUALLY WRITING MORE POC READER FICS.

even on tiktok that whole trend white girls started with the finger point acting as if they created it no darling you watched some movies with token black female characters in them and took it to tiktok as if you invented something.

p.s. i ran out of tags but let’s not forget there’s also #x you. can you believe that. some tags have x you. as in the person reading it.

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mrs-hollandstan · 6 years

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Filthy Rich || Rich Kid! Tom Holland

Warnings: There’s a lot. Smut, oral (brief, male receiving), rich kid Tom, talk of past sex stuff, rich people tings, language, mention of alcohol, HEFTY prices on things, talk of sex toys and their use.

Word Count: 5,297

Author’s Note: So this is the rich kid!Tom thing I talked about. I have an idea for the little piece at the end that Tom mentions but I’m very open to suggestions on what you guys would want to see if I do write a part two so let me know! And enjoy! (Italics is a flashback.)

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"Hey you, come here often?" You giggled as Tom bound his arms around your waist. Clicking your tongue, you swat at his hands placed at your hips, "What are you doing? I thought you were with your little golf friends at table six." "Oh stalking me now, are ya?" You giggle again, "Definitely not. I served you guys water not too long ago. Back then, you were talkin about... whatever... that was." He chuckled, "Do you ever pay attention to me?" Turning with a full tray, you smile, "To answer your question, yes, I do come her often. I work here dummy." He tsks,

"Tryin to leave me already?" Glancing over your shoulder, you shake your head, "Like I said, I work here. I gotta get back to it. I can't have any distractions." Tom watches you walk away, licking his lips as he eyes you up and down like he always does when you're any measurable distance away. He looks dashing in his crisp, white button up and black polyester slacks, hemmed at the bottom. He tucked his hands in his pockets, trudging forward after you, a smile set wide on his face at the polite gesture of you offering water to some of the other boys in his golf club. That shy smile you gave, he'd seen beyond. He almost felt dirty for thinking about it. The way you laugh and focus your attention on him. The way you wear his shirts even though he's offered to buy you the finest, most expensive pajama sets in New York. He remembered that first time you kisses him and the way it made his heart leap out of his chest. And how that night, you cried out his name like a mantra for the first time. "Gosh, we really shouldn't be here. I feel guilty just standing here." Tom had chuckled at the way your cheeks were rosey in embarrassment. All the other women in lavish boutique looked as though they belonged to millionaires and the purses they carried, watches they sported, clothes they wore, added to the effect. Tom just scoffed and took your wrist, "Oh come on, you said you'd do this for me. I wanna see you try some of this stuff on. My mum used to bring me and my brothers round these shops all the time to look for party dresses. I used to envision doing the same with a girlfriend of my own. Now I..." He'd gotten embarrassed himself at the idea of calling you his girlfriend. He didn't know what to call you at the time but he knew that with how beautiful you were, always, he didn't want to stick to the friendzone. You just followed him in silence until he stopped in front of a rack of brightly colored garments, all of them with a blazing yellow price tag sporting a number that heavily exceeded three month's worth of rent. Tom could read you when you turned, mouth agape to elucidate the regret and uncertainty in your body. He held a hand up, "Don't... darling don't. Have fun with this. I'm not saying that every dress you like I'll buy you. I just want to see you in... rich people clothes." He shuddered as the words left his mouth, his nose crinkling in distaste. He hadn't really thought of him as a spoiled little rich kid until you'd popped off, thinking you'd proved a point. He'd felt bad though and he stopped brandishing thick stacks of cash in an attempt to stifle your indications. His savings sat in his bank, collecting dust for a few months as he and you spent your time at coffee shops and cheap restaurants, wasting weekends studying or sitting on your broken down couch in old, torn shirts and sweats, mouths full of pizza while you watched a comedy special or movie on either his Hulu or Netflix account you'd fought him tooth and nail not to log into on your laptop. He of course won and to this day, you still used them. You rolled your eyes and your shoulders slumped, but you turned and scowered the expensive pieces hanging on the racks. Sitting on a large, white, leather couch, Tom kicked a foot up on it, holding it in place behind his knee, his arm laid over the back of it. He eyed you, watching you shyly thumb through the hangered clothes as if you'd rip them. Tom chuckled, "You won't rip it... and even if you did-" "If you even think of saying you'll buy it, I will literally throw myself through a window." Tom chuckled again, watching you slide a dress back from the others on the thick metal pole, cocking your head. Tom rolled his eyes, "Would you like me to pick stuff out for you? You seem to not know what you like." He piped up snarkily. You sighed, your eyes closing before he steps up behind you, his shoulder pressed against your own as he eyes the expensive navy blue, velvet dress you'd chose out of all the others. He nods, "I like it." You scoff, tucking hair behind both ears, "Not for that price." He rolls his eyes as you mumble, pulling the thick wooden hanger off the rack and sorting through some other dresses. He hums satisfactorily at a blush dress with a low front and back, the bottom made of tulle that came off the silk top in waves. He shrugged and pulled it from the rack, moving through the other ones. He found a number of dresses he liked before he turned to you, "Alright... ready to be my little model? Be the little spoiled rich kid's own, personal fashionista." Rolling your eyes, your feet carry you after him with the insistent hold on your wrist. Pulling you into a large, all white dressing room with a couch and a pedestal centering the room surrounded by a circle of mirrors, Tom sighed, "This is one of those places you have to ASK for the champagne." Rubbing a hand over his face, he shakes his head and hangs the dresses on a hook. Sighing, he turns and cocks his head, "You can try the one you were interested in first. You really seemed to like it." "They're all beautiful Tom. They are... I just... with those price tags... those price tags all alone are worth more than my entire life." Tom's face broke out in a cocky smirk, "Probably twice or three times over darling." He stares for a moment, finding an unamused look written on your lips and in your eyes. He clicks his tongue, taking a step forward, "I'm kidding and you know that. Love... money doesn't constitute you. You're worth more than this. Quit acting like if you drop a pen in one of these quaint little shops, you'll have to pay a hundred thousand dollars. Fuck these people. You could go on without me and be worth more than I could ever think of being." Pulling the navy dress from its hanger, he holds it up, specks of gold catching the light. You sigh, watching the dress glisten before stepping forward. Nodding, he gives a reassuring smile, eyeing you as you take the dress, "Want me to turn my back?" You swallow back your nerves and shake your head, setting the dress on the pedestal before stripping of your shirt and jeans, while Tom flops on the fainting couch, propped up on an elbow, his phone in his nimble fingers. His jaw clenches and his eyebrows furrow as he scrolls through his notifications for just a moment as you neatly fold your clothes, setting them on the pedestal and picking the dress back up. Sliding it up your legs gently, Tom only glances up when the thin straps are pulled up over your shoulders. "Now," he stands again, strutting over and buttoning the dress's three buttons, "normally this," he flicks the strap of your bra against your skin, "wouldn't be worn." When you meet his eyes in the mirror, they're dangerously playful. He raises an eyebrow, "Get the hint?" After a few seconds more, you nod and he watches you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra, sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it on the pile of clothes. He gives a sigh, placing his hands at your arms, "See? It looks better." You nod, watching Tom's fingers brush your hair aside, looking you over in the mirror. He cocks his head, "You're stunning. I can see you at gala's sipping champagne with the most expensive dresses with your nails and your hair and your makeup done. The prettiest little thing on my arm." Leaning in, his lips pressing the gentlest kiss to your neck. A kiss that breaks the skin out in goosebumps and has you tilting your neck. Looking up again, his hands drift to your hips, being hugged by the navy material, "And I suppose it's you that wants to pay for it?" You speak quietly. He shrugs, "If you'd like me to. I could." "That's your dream, not mine. You see that. I... I don't." When you look down at your hands, he hums, "Why? Because you think you're being self righteous?" Your head snaps up, "Because I have self awareness. I have boundaries. I wasn't RAISED a spoiled brat. I don't like the idea of transforming into one to conform to your twisted ways Holland." The corners of his lips twitch up into a half attempted smile, "Is that so?" You give one curt nod, before you glance down at his fingers, "Unbutton me." He smiles fully before giving a gentle nudge to your shoulders, towards the mirror, "Look at yourself first. Tell me you don't look good. Tell me you don't like the way you look... the way you feel." Peering over your shoulder at him, you humor him, taking a few step forward to stand before the row of mirrors, looking yourself over in each of them now that the bar lights above them are basking you in an annoying, but flattering glow. He tucks his hands in his pockets, watching you smooth the dress over your stomach and hips, "Beautiful aren't you?" He purrs, entranced by the way your hair has fallen over your shoulders, making you look like the absolute goddess you are. And for just a moment he sees the idea of being his arm candy glint in your eyes. You nod hesitantly, "Its a sight, I'll give you that." He chuckles, "You could have the world if you were with me." He informs. "Is that what this is?" You turn, eyes locked in his, "This is a curtain call for a girlfriend? You wanna see how I look in your getup so you can either approve me or deny me and move on?" You rationalize. Tom raises his eyebrows, "Is that what it seems? That's not what I intended." Walking towards the row of dresses laid out for you to try on, he pulls the blush pink one from its hanger. Turning to look at you, he holds a hand up and guides you over with a finger. After another second, you walk towards him, eyeing him and turning. He reaches forward and unbuttons the three pearls on the back of the dress. Holding it to your chest, he watches you, cocking an eyebrow, "Shy now?" He smiles, his eyes sparkling in playfulness. Quirking your own eyebrow, you let the dress fall to your feet, his eyes wandering your nearly nude body. He gives a satisfied nod, eyes locked on your full breasts before he holds the blush dress up, "Need help?" Turning to him, you shake your head and take it from him, sliding into it while he resumes his place on the couch again, pursing his lips. You press your hands to your stomach, looking yourself over in the seemingly distant mirrors. You'd liked how you looked in the navy dress, but the way you looked in the blush dress prevailed. "C'mere darling." Tom huffed out, setting his phone on the couch beside him. Spinning on your heels, you walk towards him nonchalantly, playing with your fingers, "You really liked this dress... how do I look?" You say shyly, Tom's stomach flipping at the sudden loss of attitude. He licks his lips, looking you over, "Like... can I be honest with you?" You nod, chewing the inside of your lip. Grabbing your hips, he turns you and pulls you down into his lap, the pool of tulle covering his legs down to his shins. He clears your hair off to the side again, "I've never wanted to fuck anyone more than I do you... right now." "Earth to Thomas." Tom comes back from his zoned out expression with your hand in his face, your lips turned up into a smile. Blinking away the memory of that day, he nods and turns fully to look at you, "Jeez... you were zoned for a long time. What was that all about?" Setting the pitcher of water down beside him, he looks around the both of you, "Are you due for a break yet?" Pursing your lips, he watches you swallow. Taking hold of his arm, you glance at his watch, "I'm due for a half right about now... yeah, why?" Reaching up, he tucks hair behind your ear, much shorter than that day in the boutique, "I really want you darling." He rasps out, goosebumps erupting up over your skin. You lick your lips, "Oh... uhh... yeah, let's... let me go ask Yolanda." He nods, watching you walk off, his eyes locked on your hips and the way they sway naturally. He loves holding onto them when he takes you from behind. Sooner than expected, you return with a swift nod, "While everything's calm right now, she said I can have my half." Tom nods, "'Right, do you have somewhere we can be... alone? Like somewhere private?" Licking your lips, you cock your head, "There's a little bathroom like all the way across the golf course no one really uses." He nods and takes your hand, "Take me there." In a short walk, you've reached a dimly lit bathroom, licking your lips and releasing his hand, "So... what were you daydreaming about in there?" Turning to him, you cross your arms, Tom stepping forward and bending at the knees to run his hand up your thigh under your denim skirt, "That first day... in the boutique... in downtown Manhattan." Watching his hands drift up towards your core, you swallow again, "Oh... yeah?" He nods, licking his lips, his eyes meeting yours, "Take your shirt off for me baby." He croaks, watching you uncross your arms and pull your top off. He groans, leaning in to kiss the mounds of your breasts, barely hidden beneath a lacey red bra, "So fucking gorgeous. God when you took your bra off in that boutique, I could barely function. You're absolutely flawless love." Reaching up, he unbuttons your skirt, letting it pool at your feet. Taking hold of your thighs, he lifts you to sit on the counter, reaching up to unbutton his own shirt. He glances up when you reach behind yourself, and unclasp your bra, tossing it with your clothes on the sink beside you. Tom licks his lips once more, shrugging his shirt from his shoulders. Taking a step forward between your legs, he leans in, his lips finding yours. You reach up, running your fingers through his hair before he steps back, unbuckling his belt, "I fucking love you." You giggle and slip to your knees, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks when he pulls his belt free. He swipes his nose with his thumb, watching you tug his slacks and underwear down, freeing his proud member. He places his hand over your right ear, "Gonna suck me off a little bit princess?" You nod, leaning in to kiss his sun kissed thighs. Smiling, you suck at his tip a tiny bit, "So naughty. I shouldn't be thinking about you sun tanning naked on your private beach house like I am. You're so sexy Tom." He chuckles, watching hour cheeks hollow, "I shouldn't think about how much cum have been on those beautiful tits of yours. I also shouldn't be thinking about you riding me. There's a lot of things I shouldn't be thinking about when it comes to your perfect body." He grunts when you finally wrap your mouth around him, his head falling back, "The way you looked in the blush dress. The way you begged me not to buy it for you because it was five thousand dollars. The way you said you'd do anything and I ended up buying it and we fucked anyways." He panted, feeling you run your tongue along the base of him. Bobbing your head gently, he moans, "God you're absolutely amazing princess." Humming around him, you glanced up at him through your lashes, running your teeth along his shaft. His knees nearly give out and he growls before taking hold of your arm, "Stand up love. I don't wanna wait for you." Tsking, as you stand and bend over the counter just the slightest, you lean on your hands, "Impatient little rich kid." He laughs rather loudly, slowly drawing the red lace of your underwear down your legs, "This impatient little rich kid bought both your bra and your underwear." Your cheeks burn an aggressive pink as he looks at you in the mirror, one of his eyebrows disappearing behind the mop of curls that had bobbed to his forehead. Lifting your legs by the calf, he hummed, slipping your underwear from around your feet and standing, wrapping his arms around you and showing you the brand name at the inside of them, "I did buy you those right? That was me, correct?" You nod, "Piss off Holland. Don't be rude." Clicking his tongue, he tosses your underwear with your other clothes and tears a condom open, tossing the wrapper into the trash and smoothing it down onto him. Jerking himself harder, he licked his lips, spitting onto his shaft for lubrication. He hummed as he lined himself up with your entrance, a hand running along your back to hold onto your shoulder, rings gently nipping at your skin as he gently glides inside of you. He glances up at your face in the mirror as you moan, his own features twisting up in pleasure, "Fuck. God I'm inside you like every other night and you're still so tight." You giggle, "Its not every other night. The last time we've done this was... what, almost a week ago?" He chuckles, "That's too fucking long for me. That's how long it's been." Smiling, you gasp, your head dropping forward as he gently holds your hips and thrusts in and out of you, "Fuck... God Tom you... fuck..." Tom chuckles at your broken statements, watching you bite your lip, and your eyes roll back in your head, his lips turning up in a wide smile, "Still so fucking stunning." The metal of his three rings, a matte black Lashbrook E8D, a meteorite and whiskey barrel band, and a platinum Cartier D'amour band and the cold leather of his stainless steel, Master Ultra Thin Moon, Jaeger-LeCoultre watch that he'd spent a good amount of time this morning debating if he should wear, presses against your skin and he listens to you hum. Pulling back on your hips, he leans in and presses his palms over both breasts, "I want... to buy more lingerie for you. I want you to have... more for special... occasions." He practically pants as you reach up to press your hand to his own. You buck your hips back against him, "Tom... you're wearing... four pieces of jewelry right now... and all of them total up... to nearly fifteen thousand dollars. I can't... imagine how much... the lingerie you want to buy me costs." You rasp out between moans. He chuckles in your ear, "Around five hundred but... who's counting?" "Me... what have I told you about... buying for me?" He forces himself deeper, his hand snaking up to your throat when you cry out, your head falling forward. Leaning in he growls through grit teeth, "Didn't hear you complain when a box of sex toys arrived at your door all those months ago." His smile in the mirror is devious when your cheeks and clavicles flush a deep red. You could remember that day. He hadn't answered the phone immediately, having to sneak into a bathroom during his internship and answer with a whispered hello where he'd practically got you screaming at him, wondering why there was a box of various colored and sized dildos, vibrators and even a few fleshlights for him, meticulously packed in a black, unmarked box and laying on your bed before you. He'd just smiled, chuckling out a reply about the two of you having fun before demanding that you give him twenty minutes before he went on his lunch break so you could use a particularly long and thick dildo, a cum tube included for the first time over the phone. And that was the first time the two of you had had phone sex. A harsh slap to your ass brought you from the nostalgic memory, "Naughty girl. Did you just grow wetter thinking about the contents of that box? You quite liked some of those toys huh? Loved the way my eyes sparkled when fake cum dripped from your pretty little pussy. Loved the way I pounced and fucked it back up into you, huh?" He doesn't mistake your nod, squeezing your throat just the slightest before his hand slides down your chest and back to your hip, his eyes locked on his cock, now glistening in your slick. His heart stutters in his chest when you whimper, his hand slipping down to your thigh, lifting it up onto the counter, "The way you had... no shame in fucking that fleshlight that first time. Like you'd... done it before." "I had." He leans in to whisper in your ear. Leaning back into him, you can feel his fingertips dig into your hips, your eyes locking over your shoulder, "In front of another girl?" You pant out. He hums, "Well no." "Good. I better be the only girl you do that for." You reply sternly. Reaching around, he strokes your clit, nipping at the shell of your ear, "Always. Only for you my girl." Reaching up, you stroke his cheek, moaning for him. After a few more heart pounding moments, he reaches across to hold your bottom, drawing back until his tip slips out of you before pressing back in. He does it a few times, loving the way your slick sounds each time your pussy clenches down around him and then releases him. He loved the way you whimper and whine, his name thrown into the mixture before he completely pulls back, grabbing your arm and careening you back into the handicap stall, your back pressed against the tan, brick wall. Placing your hand at his shoulder, you both glance down to watch him guide his cock back inside of you, Tom drawing your knee up into the crook of his elbow, his hand placed at your hip. You meet eyes when you gasp, Tom giving a loving smile, "I can never get over you. You're fucking stunning." Giggling, you bite your lip and moan when he starts to thrust into you again, "Can't keep your hands off of me. What are we gonna do with you?" Grabbing your ass in both hands, he pulls you closer to him, your arms falling around his neck, hands pressed between his shoulder blades. Leaning in, his teeth sink into the skin of your neck, "No lovebites. I have to go back to work Tom." "I'm almost there." He grunts, reaching around to stroke you clit, continuing to nip and suck at your neck, "No lovebites Tom. They'll send me home." You gasp. He growls, "You can come back to mine. Finish this." "I can't Tom..." he groans, drawing back and kissing up your throat and under your jaw. Pulling your hips more firm against his, he grunts, "Tell me again." He whispers in your ear again. You moan, "What?" "Tell me again. Tell me what you told me that day." "What day?" "That day in the boutique... after I told you I wanted to fuck you." Your brain is filled with all the things you said to him, the rude and less. All the things you did to him. The angry fuck that ensued after you'd walked away from him and got lost only for him to find you and lead you back to his car where your clothes were abandoned for half an hour in his backseat. But you know exactly what he was talking about. "If you can shut up long enough and put those hands to better use than dishing out your money I think I can manage to open my legs for you." His skin breaks out in goosebumps beneath your hands, his hips stuttering for just a moment before they speed up, his fingers pinching your clit. When you whimper, he leans in, his lips pressed to yours in a rushed, hungry kiss, "Oh fuck... Tom." Your high is building and Tom knows. He can feel you clenching down around him, your legs starting to shake. Rearing back and swatting at your bottom, grunting as your head falls back against the wall, "Tom-" "I know baby." Drawing your other leg up into his arm, he lifts you, carrying you back to the counter which he sets you on. Dropping your legs, he holds your knees to his hips, pounding into you. You squeal and bury your face in his neck, digging your nails into his arms. He groans, "Fuck. Cum for me." He growls in your ear. "Baby-" "Cum for me darling. Just like you did in the backseat of my car. Say my name." Curling your toes and clutching him tight in your hands, your head falls back, flopping as he continues to thrust up into you, his tip gently skirting along your g-spot, "Tom." You gasp out. He hums, leaning in to suck at your skin again, just over your collarbone where he knows no one will see. "Tommy." You press, fingertips on one hand digging into his shoulder while the other hand slips down to hold his bottom, the coil in your belly so close to snapping. Tom watches your head fall back again and you cry out, reaching up to give his hair a harsh tug when he reaches around to toy with your clit again. When you scream, his name slips past your lips and your legs quake in his hands. He spirals over the edge, spilling the contents of his orgasm into his condom with a growl, his chest pressed against yours nearly knocking you into the sink. "Fuck baby." You pant out, leaning in to kiss his cheek when your haze is gone. He hums, binding his arms around you, "Yeah... fuck." His lips press into a tight line when you reach up to brush fallen curls from his eyes, "You're good. Really good." He nods, "So I've been told. Hey... that reminds me... ive been meaning to ask you something." Gently drawing back, he pulls out and slides the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the small bin while you start to pull your bra back on, "Ask me what?" He turns, taking his boxers from your hands and stepping into them, "I'm headed to Seychelles to accompany my dad on a business conference. We're staying in separate rooms on the beach and I..." You look up at him, his eyes finding yours, "I want you there with me." You nod, "I could go for a beach week or... however long. You gotta let me know when it is so I can ask for it off." He nods, "I think it's just a little over two weeks. I'll text my dad, give you an answer by the time your shift is over." You nod, buttoning your skirt and smiling when Tom's arm bind around your middle, "Love it when you scream my name pretty girl." You giggle, placing your hands over his arms, "I know you do handsome. I love you." He smiles, leaning back when you turn your head, "Love you too. I wish you'd let me buy more for you. I find some beautiful things and I'm cut off... ya know?" You nod, finding the right end of your work shirt, moving out of his arms to slide over your head, "I know, I know. I just... I want us to be in love without material things. There's no need for all these fancy things in life. I feel like I'm being bought into loving you and I don't want to. I love you more than anything and all these numbers being thrown my way on price tags... the dresses, the necklaces and promise rings, the trips and souvenirs and all... its nice to have memories... yes, it's nice to be spoiled every once in a while but you don't have to buy me." "I know baby, I know I just... sometimes I see things that I know you'd love but I can just see myself getting yelled at for buying them. I just wish you were more blinded by my money." Taking hold of his face, you bring it to your own, the tips of your noses touching, "I wouldn't yell at you. I'd scold you but... I have lingerie on that you bought me and my nails are done with your money. I enjoy it sometimes but... I gotta stay humble... and keep you down to earth. Can't have you bein an airhead with that ego." He smiles, holding your hips. He nods, "Yeah, I get it. I love you." "I love you too." You coo, leaning in to kiss him, "But I got a job to do. My half is almost over and if I'm a minute late I'm gonna get in so much trouble." He chuckles as you pull the small bag from the trash can, "Disposing of the evidence eh?" "Hey I’m just looking out for you. Someone use this to try and frame you for child support and all." He follows you out, still buttoning his shirt and crinkling his nose, "Gross." You giggle, tossing the bag into the dumpster and trailing further to the open double doors of the banquet hall, "Hey but uh... who do I have to bribe for you to serve dinner to our table?" Fixing his collar and helping his tuck his short in his slacks, you tsk, "Me, I'm already serving you guys." Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out his money clip, counting out a hundred and offering it up. He chuckles when you roll your eyes and swat at his hand, "One, what did we just talk about? Two, you should not carry that much cash. Three-" He cuts you off with his lips against your own again, "Lemme guess, you're not a whore that can be paid for." "Exactly." He nods, "I was kidding." You nod back, smoothing his shirt down, "I'll see you in like an hour and a half okay? Just in case I don't pay attention to you." He nods, placing his hand at your lower back and holding you close as he pecks your lips, "Yeah, I love you." "Love you too rich boy."

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