Cuddling with frat-tom instead of going to a party? And Tom telling his girl "better stay here in the warmth, what do you think princess?"
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You smile at the sight of your frat boy in your tiny dorm room bed. You glance over your shoulder at the frat house, looming over the other buildings on campus, a strobe light out front, reflecting different colors off of the house itself.
When you turn back, Tom glances up, eyes sparkling in wonder at what you’re doing. His head cocks slightly, hand still buried in the popcorn bowl. He presses the spacebar on your laptop, pausing the movie playing on it,
“What?” You shake your head,
“Nothing… you just look… very domesticated. It’s nice.” You tell him, drawing your curtain, cutting out the sight of toxicity just the other side of campus. He hums, shoving his handful of popcorn into his mouth. His eyes drop to the screen again as you near him, slithering between you and the laptop, head coming to rest over his bicep. He sighs, kissing the back of your head and wrapping his free arm around your body. He hums,
“It is nice. I don’t have a splitting headache from the music and I don’t smell like alcohol and I can go to bed at a decent time if I so like to.” He explains to you. You smile, kissing his wrist, snuggling down into him as you watch the opening credits persist,
“Oh yeah? Your priorities are so in line.”
“Hey… at least I’m not the one wearing a skimpy dress in below freezing weather. Rather stay in here where it's warm, watch these movies and cuddle with you.” He murmurs in your ear. You smile, titling your head back to look at him. He smiles, leaning in to kiss his nose,
“That’s really sweet T.” You tell him. His smile widens before his lips are on yours. You kiss him back, and before you know it, he’s sitting up a little straighter, your body perched between his legs, back to his chest. He drags popcorn from the bowl between your legs, reaching over his head to flip the lightswitch off. You rest your head against his shoulder, holding your bowl up before you’re dragging the blanket across the two of you,
“Why are you in the frat if you hate it so much?” You ask him softly. He hums,
“It didn’t used to be so bad. The older brothers when I joined a year and a half ago weren’t terrible like they are now.”
“You think you’ll leave?” You ask, glancing up at him when he doesn’t respond. He sighs,
“No… I’m gonna tough it out. Greek life looks good on resumes. I’m just gonna keep my head down and go to all the fundraising events and such… but I’ll avoid the parties, the toxic shit. And in another two years or so… it won’t matter. I won’t have to talk to these guys anymore.” He defends. You nod,
“I’ll be glad when that day is here.”
“You just hate frat boys.” He jokes. You smile, glancing up at him again,
“Despise them.” You bite back. He chuckles before he’s kissing you again,
“Such a little hater.” He whispers, brushing his nose against yours. You smile, holding the back of his neck and dragging him in for another kiss. He hums,
“I’d always rather be here with you than there.” He admits softly. Staring up at him, you play with his hair,
“Me too.” Relaxing back against him, you watch the movie unfold before you, Tom’s lips pressed in your hair, his arms wrapped around you tightly, and comfort seeps in.
frat!tom having the top room in the frat house and its an old house so the heating sucks and its the middle of the winter and you and Tom are in the room and trying to study but its just too goddamn cold and it just devolves into fucking sensually to keep warm...now that is a concept that I have had in my brain forever.
(Loving slutty sunday, babes Ily)
Even though this was sitting in my inbox, from an event night…I’m still going to write it now on this random Monday 😩
Warnings; heavy smut, fratboy!tom being cocky, praise kink,
“Turn up the heater please?”
It didn’t matter how many sweaters you wore, how many layers of socks, how many of anything, the brisk snowy winter swooped in and the frat house had nothing to prepare for it other than a lousy heater that would break down if turned up too high.
“I’m sorry babe,” Toms hands meet your shoulders, giving them a squeeze as you study for the last final. “I can’t turn it up anymore or else the power will go out.” He kissed your cheek, then neck, then the clothed shoulder.
“Ugh.” You groan, you couldn’t go back to your own dorm for your roommate never respected you, the library was closed due to the storm that happened outside and so the frat house was your last option.
“Take a break, you can’t work while frustrated.” He kissed at your temple. Although a break sounded nice—was much needed too—the last thing you needed was a failed final.
“Tom I—“ you already start to lecture.
“Break. Bed. Now.” He sternly tells you and you sigh as you get up from your laptop, leaving a blinking doc of notes open as you snuggle under the covers with him.
At first he starts off soft, his hand rubbing up and down your back. He gently kisses at your neck telling you how proud he is and how much work you’re doing. His words themself make you warm. But then his hand trails farther down, finding it’s way under all the layers you wore.
“Your hands…” your voice a mixture of a breath and a hiss, “they’re cold.” Your eyes fall shut as his hands go up further.
“But you’re so warm,” he breath hot against your neck. He knew the game he was playing and was going to play it flawlessly. “Why is that?” He lets his hands trail down until they are stopped by the elastic of your sweatpants.
He pushes past the elastic and slides his hands down. there were two layers you wore, first being the sage green sweats and second being the leggings, he thought maybe there would be the third layer of underwear but—
“Not wearing panties? Whatever happened to staying warm?” He teased and you grow hotter. He notices that immediately and kisses some more over your exposed neck.
“I…I need to do laundry.” The words make you mentally palm yourself for the last thing he wanted to hear was your dirty clothes and you knew that. You were just stressed.
“Oh baby,” he laughed a little. “You need a break so bad.” He moves you to where you’re facing him, laying you flat on your back as he climbs on top of you. You didn’t know how he did it, wore one sweatshirt, wore one pair of pants, it was fucking cold.
“Not fair,” you say as he’s already stripped you of the two top layers, now being faced with only the bra you wore that was like a wall between him and what he needed.
“What’s not fair Angel?” He kissed over the exposed chest and you let your hands tangle in his hair.
“You’re wearing all your clothes.” You breathe out and he smirks against your skin before moving off and stripping of sweatshirt.
Once he was stripped of his shirt he quickly worked on the sweats. He loved the color on you but he desperately needed them off. He took no time in going down, your head thrown back onto the pillow as his hands grip your thighs, keeping them apart as he starts with gentle kisses along your thighs.
He had a rule, you cum twice before he cums once, that was one of your favorite rules. You swore once you became President you would make that a law, you would make it the most important one too.
And that’s exactly what he was doing now. His fingers sliding in and out, his tounge keeping the same rhythm. He moans in a low hum which he knows sends vibrations through your body. And he was—he was fucking the bed while fucking you to get himself ready for you. You couldn’t believe him.
“Warm yet?” He teased as he felt you get close, moving faster and you grip the sheets for support but Toms one free hand finds your hand and slides his fingers in between.
“Oh god please I’m gonna—“ the brushing of his nose against your clit was enough to send you over the edge. Barely even finishing your sentence as your whole body exploded.
“Oh darling, don’t give up yet, we’re doing so good.” He smirks.
He gave you no time to recover, your body still aching as he grabs the condom from his bedside table and slips it on before slipping into you. Your hands grab onto his arms for support, getting use to his size even though you’d done this so many times.
His forehead falls onto yours as he finds a pace to keep at. He tries to press sloppy kisses to your lips but fails as he runs out of breath. Your bodies now the warmest they’ve been all winter when suddenly—
“No fucking way.” Tom stills inside you, the sound of a hum of electricity lowers as the house is pitch black and the heater stops. Your body heat was too much for even the heater.
“Did we just…” you hold onto him and he lets out a low laugh before letting out a heavier one.
“Yup.” He kisses your cheek before finding his pace again, a electricity shortage was not going to stop him anytime soon.
When the two of you are out of breath, barely making out each other’s faces as the room was only lit up by your laptop that was soon to die, you laugh at what happened.
“Holland! Fix the heater!” He hears one of the boys calls and he looks in the direction of the heater then stares back at the ceiling. Then his eyes trail to yours before saying,
A/N: Um, this is pure filth and it came to me when I watched How To Get Away With Murder and Asher said that was hot like i want you to sit on my face hot and I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Warnings: Drinking, Drunkenness, unwanted Sexual advances, jealousy, face sitting, oral(fem receiving), cum eating, cum play, dry humping, frat boys.
You weren’t drunk, tipsy? Sure, but drunk? No. Your words were clear as ever but your aim was a little wonky as you stood across the table from the two frat boys who you recognized but did not know the name of. You saw your boyfriend walking up to you, always loving to watch you do literally anything and destroying his frat bros at beer pong was one of his favorite things. The boys you were up against were blatantly waisted, their aim probably already off with how much alcohol was coursing through their veins, you were confident that you were gonna win.
“We so got this” One boy slurred to the other, putting a hand up for a high five, receiving nothing but a brush of pinkys as his teammate almost entirely missed his hand.
A smile grew on your lips as you watched the interaction, and untamed laughter passing your friends lips causing you to follow suit, hunching over as laughter gripped your sides, it was a drunk laugh, messy and uninhibited. Tom’s eyes were trained on you as he watched you fall apart, he knew your reaction was overstated but he didn’t care, he just loved seeing you happy.
“What's so funny?” one of the boys inquired incredulously, his words prompting you to eye your friend again, still biting back laughter at the boy's childish response and lack of self awareness. You both knew how this was gonna go, both confident in your ability to win, so why not have some fun while you're at it.
“Just you guys thinking you’re gonna win” you taunted, only riling the rowdy frat boys up even more. You held the ping pong ball, flicking your fingers, tossing the feather light ball up and catching it without even looking, it was your silent tease, a taunt of challenged masculinity. One of the boys leaned forward, placing his stubby nailed hand on the beat up ping pong table, which at this point seemed to be held up together with duct tape and the spite of broke college students. There was a snarl wound tight on his lips.
“If you’re so sure that you’re gonna win, why don't you back up your words then,” his voice was angry, and in your periphery your could see Tom about to come over and tell the guy off for talking to you like that but with a quick glance you told him that you got it, and he respected your wishes, maintaining his stance but a little more defensive now. “If I win, then fine, you beat us, but if we win, you have to do something that you really don’t want to do” You almost cackled, his inebriation limiting his ability to even come up with something to torment you with.
“Kissing you it is then” you spoke, your voice a sugar coated venom. You tried to hold your persona but you knew that you had bothered Tom, his body tensing even more than it had after the boys taunts. You felt his hardened gaze training on you, his face twisted into the visual representation of and angry “What the fuck?” not thrilled with even the slightest possibility of your lips on someone else's. But you both knew that if you did lose the fame, a fist would sooner come in contact with that face than your lips on his. You knew that even though his eyes conveyed anger there was part of him that was proud, a small smirk tugging on his lips, appreciating the witty remark that belittled his frat brother. You turned all the way to him, giving him a warm smile, bringing your hand to your lips, placing a kiss on your palm before pursing your lips and blowing it Tom’s way, winking as his anger melted entirely and a soft smile replaced the smirk. Turning back to the boy you spoke up again, ignoring the angered look on the boy opposite yous face “I’ll play better if I am playing not to kiss you, let's get this over with” acting like you were exhausted by the notion of actually playing the game, you weren’t, in fact you were excited, thrilled by the idea of of crushing these boys machismo.
You tossed the ball, watching as it floated through the air, barely denser than the atmosphere that surrounded it. The tension evaporated as you sank the first shot, a groan sounding from the boys mouths as you and your friend cheered. One of your opponents took the ball out of the cup, drinking down the tepid beer before setting up his shot. He over shot any of the cups by at least a foot, you caught it easily, placing it in your friend's hand so she could make her shot, and she did, easily landing it in the cup and leading the other boy to have to drink as well. The game continued this way, you and your friend absolutely obliterating the two boys.
You held your breath as you took the final shot, knowing that you would still have opportunities to try again but you really just wanted to get it over with so you could return to Tom’s arms. The shot sinking into the cup, an excited shout leaving your lips as you jump up and down, high fiving your friend. Tom smiled as he saw your true joy, thrilled that the simplest possibility of you kissing someone else was no longer on the table, the only thing left being most of the cups of beer on your side of the table.
“Hey” the frat boy that you would have kissed if you lost spoke up, quickly moving to your side of the table and standing all too close. His breath was hot and sticky, heavy with the alcohol that was tainting every pore in his body. He reached out moving to touch your face but you stepped back. “I know we lost but I still want that kiss” he was pressing you up against the table.
“Um, no thank you, that was the punishment” you spoke fiercely, trying to hide the fear that was growing in your chest. The boy went to open his mouth again but was cut off as a hand was placed on his chest, pushing him away from you.
“Back off mate, leave with whatever fucking dignity you got left, and don’t you fucking dare try to touch my girl again, we clear?” Tom's voice was harsh, every word he spoke he pushed the boy farther and farther away from you, poking him in the chest with his final words to emphasize the point.
“Um, yeah, yeah we clear” the boy exclaimed, tense under Tom’s piercing gaze.
“Good, now fuck off” Tom growled, stepping back to let the boy scuttle off to where ever the fuck, you didn’t care and Tom only hoped that it was far away. Turning back to you, Tom cupped your cheek with his hand, letting you nuzzle into his palm. "Fucking cunt" he muttered under his breath.
“You okay, baby?” his voice was much softer than it had been when he spoke to the frat boy, it made you feel cherished.
“Yeah, baby, I am okay” you hummed “I just kicked ass at beer pong, I’m feeling pretty good” he leaned in, kissing your nose softly.
“You did so good baby, it was hot watching you beat them, like I want you to sit on my face hot” his words were heavy, laden with libido and the promise of a good time. Your eyes widened at his brashness, sending a jolt straight to your core, a rushed nod seizing your neck, prompting him to grab your hand, guiding you through the muddle of people, up to his room, passing couples with tongue in each other's throats, messes of red solo cups and lust. The final flight of stairs was short, not intended for the attic to be a room, but here you were, your hand wound with Tom’s as you stood in the A slanted den.
There was a pull on your hand, dragging you down onto the large mattress, the wooden frame creaking at the sudden weight of two tangled bodies on it. You landed on top of him, the soft unkempt blankets shifting beneath your knees as Tom’s hands gripped your ass, pulling you as close to him as possible, your clothed core dragging across his covered cock.
“Tommy” you moaned into his mouth, his hands on your ass continuing to rock your hips against his, the friction not something you knew you needed. Right as you thought things were getting to it Tom pushed you back, a confused look cementing on your face as you watched him.
“Take your trousers and pants off, Love, was serious about wanting you on my face” he smirked at your lust stricken features, immediately removing your bottoms leaving you bare, the dim light from Toms’s bedside lamp catching on the slickness between your thighs, glistening and making Tom’s mouth water. “C’mere” he elbowed himself up, grabbing you by the ass and pulling you back onto him, this time your core ending hovering above his eager tongue.
“Tom, I need you” you whimpered, feeling his breath on your heat. He didn’t dignify you with a response, simply shoving his face between your folds, lips wrapping around your clit eliciting a moan from you. You found yourself beginning to grind against his mouth, feeling his cheeks move against your thighs, presumably into a smirk
His hands wound around your waist, pulling you down on top of him, the added pressure of his hold pressing you farther onto his tongue, his nose nudging your clit as he lapped at your core, drinking you up like he hadn’t had a drink in years. His teeth grazed your folds, a shiver running up your spine, grinding farther down onto his face, fingers wound around his curls, tugging at it from the roots, a moan escaping his lips and vibrating through your core. He ground helplessly into the heated air, his hard cock begging for friction, the tip poking out of his waistband, leaking precum onto his lower stomach. He needed something.
Tom twisted his hips, holding you tight against his face, he flipped you over, your back landing flat against the worn sheets, your head delving into the pillows. Tom now laid on his stomach, immediately grinding his hips against the bed, giving his dick the friction it had been yearning for, wanting to feel any kind of touch, desperate for release. His hip bones became exposed as the gyration of his hips pulled his jeans down a little more, exposing his shaft further. The harshness of the fabric against his contrasting to what he normally felt, it was nothing like the velvety muscled lined walls of your tight cunt, not comparing to the tight grip of your hand, and subpar compared to your mouth, but then again, everything that wasn’t you was a downgrade in his mind.
“Fuck” he moaned into your heat, pressing his cock farther into the mattress, knowing that the feeling was building up more rapidly than he would like to admit. He knew he shouldn't. He knew that it would push him over the edge to look up at you but he couldn’t resist. His mouth not leaving your pussy he dragged his eyes up your body, toffee colored eyes widening as they fell upon your face twisted in pleasure, your hands gripping at your breasts and pinching your nipples. It broke something animalistic in him, bringing a hand from your ass and smacking yours away, aggressively groping the soft mounds of flesh and pinching your nipples.
“Tommy, I’m go-gonna cum” you cried, your back arching helplessly off the bed, your thighs clamping shut around Tom’s heads, only resulting disappointment was that he couldn’t fully hear your moans, but he say your face as you fell apart under his tongue and it sent him with you. He moaned loudly into you, cock twitching against his shorts as he came onto his stomach and the bedsheets.
Once you had both ridden out your highs he pulled away, looking up at you eagerly, meeting your gaze, your eyes carrying a similar longing to the one that was in his.
“Fuck Tommy, you felt so good,” you panted, your praising words causing a smile to take his thin lips. “I want you in me Tommy” your voice sultry, having maintained more of your breath.
“I want that too love but I um,” he scratched the back of his neck, tearing his gaze from yours and down to his cum smeared abdomen.
“Oh, I see, you got off on eating me out, didn’t ya baby boy” you teased, grinning at your bashful boyfriend, pride awakening in your chest that you had caused him to cum without even touching his cock. You were amused with the embarrassment in his red cheeks.
“Uh, yeah, I’m really sorry, love”
“Hmm, that's okay I guess, I’ll just have a different kind of treat” you shrugged, knowing what you were about to do would have the repercussions you so desired, it would leave you full in more ways than one, cum dripping down your legs as you slept, you knew what you were doing.
Your fingers dance on his flushed skin, gathering his cum on you fingers and bringing them to your lips, sticking out your tongue like he had done earlier, smearing it across your taste buds before leaning into his face, licking at that slickness that was dripping down his chin, the combined taste of your cums in your mouth making you hum. You licked over his lips, giving him a bit of a taste of the treat that resided between your lips before closing them, swallowing the rest. He licked his lips eagerly, eyes rolling back as your spunks mixed together, feeling the blood already starting to rush south once again, his refractory period dramatically shortened by your actions.
“On second thought, I think I can go for some more” he growled.
warnings: slight angst. smut. fem masterbation. car sex. possessive protected sex? idk. fluffy ending.
a/n: this is kinda a part two to uncharted territory (for the person that asked ily). um yeah kinda switched it up. sorry if it sucks. I’m not a good writer, I just want to procrastinate my college work. :) enjoy.
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“What the fuck?”
Thursday evening in the library was usually a quiet one as most people were attending a frat party somewhere. Tonight was different. You were minding your own business working away on your assignment when the one and only Tom Holland strolled in.
Your mouth dropped in disbelief. Tom Holland in a library? The world was obviously coming to an end. You shook your thoughts out of your head, placing your attention back on your laptop.
Since that night a few weeks ago, you and Tom had hooked up once. It was at another party that you went to, for the sole reason to hook up with him. Which was successful. However, nothing more conspired and you thought best to forget it all. You continued your assignment, typing away but sudden laughter that grabbed your attention.
There sat Tom beside some pretty brunette, his arm wrapped snuggly around her. His lips daringly close to her ear, whispering sweet nothings. He looked happy. The girl obviously enjoying his company giggling into his side.
The sight made you wanna throw up.
You had enough for one night. You packed your things and got up to leave. Tom’s eyes darted towards you. A smug smile sat on his face. You exhaled sharply, strutting towards the exit not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Your blood boiled. Tom went out of his way just to piss you off. Why? Because you ignored a few ‘you up’ texts?
You exited through the library’s revolving glass doors, the fresh air calming your racing mind. You began the trek home, clutching your books close to your chest.
“Y/N! Wait up.”
You stopped, rolling your eyes before turning on your heels. “Surprised to see you here. Didn’t think you even knew what a library was.”
“Woah, okay miss attitude. Hello to you to.” He said shoving his hands in his back pocket straightening his posture. “How are you?”
“Um I’m just fine. I’ve to go, things to do.” You mumbled before dropping your head to turnaway. You didn’t want to confront him about the situation. You understood your position in the fratboy’s life. Just a fling.
As you continued to walk away, Tom ran up beside you. “Look, it’s late and dark. Let me walk you home at least.”
You glared at him. “Tom what are you doing. What is all this?” You asked flaring your arms, confused by the encounter.
“Y/N, you’ve been ignoring me.”
“Yeah, so why can’t you take the hint.” You sassed strutting off. He grabbed your wrist pulling you back.
“No. Let’s be mature here. I didn’t do anything wrong so why did you stop talking to me?” His grip remained strong preventing you from escaping
“Tom, I just wasn’t interested. I’m sorry for once in your life a girl isn’t begging for you. And this is how you react? Stalking me? Following me into a library to flirt with another girl in front of me. Pathetic.”
Tom released you as he laughed loudly. His hand grabbing his chest exaggerating it all. “You think I followed you into a library to flirt in fron– oh shit. Is someone jealous?” He teased.
“Pfft who? Not me that’s for sure.” You protested, a little too quickly.
“I know you like me. Admit it. You were jealous that I was talking to another girl.”
“That definitely wasn’t talking.” You mumbled as you looked away. You weren’t going to let Tom Holland win.
“Admit it, you like me.” “I don’t Tom.” “Yes. I think you do. That’s why you huffed and puffed your way out of the library like a little girl.”
You rolled your eyes. How ignorant. Yes, it was true, but he could never know. His ego already too inflated for his own good. You zoned out, ignoring his rant about how you had feelings for him.
The rant came to a close once droplets came down from the sky. “Well, thanks Tom. I would’ve been home by now. Shit.” You said running to find shelter before the heavens opened. You shoved the books you held under your jacket not wanting them to get wet.
“Y/N come on I’ll drive you home.” Tom offered. “Did you not just offer to walk me home? Oh wait, I think you are the one with feelings. Offering to walk me twenty minutes across campus knowing you’ve to walk back for your car. Oh Tommy.”
He scoffed. “Me? No, you’ve it twisted. I was gonna go to a party so parked the car on campus. Now c’mon and shut your mouth.”
You smirked knowing he was lying. But then you realized. The Tom Holland likes you. Your eyes widened in shock. Tom grabbed your hand pulling you towards the back of the library car park. By the time you got there, your clothes were soaked. Tom immediately turned on the heater. No matter, your body was shivering. You huffed taking your jacket off your body and throwing it at the backseat.
“I’ve some spare clothes in the back. You could get changed? It would help you warm up faster?”
You looked at him dumbfounded. “I’m not getting changed in front of you.”
“Oh come on! Like old times!” He bashed jokingly making you bite your tongue. ‘Dick’
You sat there in silence for a few minutes watching the rain patter down on the windshield. The noise was soothing. You smiled to yourself just enjoying presence. No matter how annoying he was, Tom was a good guy. Just you’d have to look deep deep down to find it.
“Y/N. Talk to me. Please.”
You fluttered your eyelids, thinking of whether or not to play civil. You pursed your lips turning to him. “What is there to talk about? We both know you had your fun. I just don’t want to go down the complex rabbit hole that you create. I’m not going to be one of your psycho, obsessed, oblivious, stupid–“
Tom cut you off with a kiss. His warm hands cupped your face, allowing you to melt into his touch. His lips wasted no time getting into a rhythm. His tongue pressed through your lips, easily. He explored every centimeter like he owned it. One of his hands moved to hold your lower back.
‘Fuck. I suppose one more time couldn’t hurt.’
You finally responded, throwing your hands around his shoulders. Your fingers played with his wet locks. The kiss became more heated, both of you fighting for dominance.
Tonight, Tom wasn’t gonna have his way with you.
You climbed over the console that separated the seats. You adjusted yourself so that you were straddling him. In complete control as your hands roamed his body. They made there way down to his shirt, quickly stripping it from his body. You only pulled away for a second before attaching your lips again.
Tom’s hands played with your ass, loving the feeling between his grip. Light spanks made you moan and grind into his member. It was at times like these you were gratefully for wearing a skirt. Your soaked underwear teased his tented pants.
Tom growled before striking his hips upwards while his held grip pulled you down. He was getting impatient. You smirked into the kiss before pulling away to remove your jumper. Tom’s eyes hungrily scanned your body. A guttural groan left his throat.
“Y/N I reall–“ You placed your finger on his lips, hushing him.
“Hush. You are going to ruin the moment if you open your mouth. Now let me make you feel good.” You said unclasping your bra letting it expose your hardened nipples.
Tom bit his lip before latching them around the needy bud. You leaned forward pushing him back against the seat. Your hand maneuvered to the side of the seat, adjusting it to lie flat.
Tom moved his lips up to your neck. Biting at the tender skin. “Tom.” You moaned as his hand trailed down your sides.
He continued the assault on your neck, loving the sounds it caused. You reached between your bodies palming at his hard cock. He groaned releasing your skin from between his teeth.
That’s when you decide you were going to be in charge.
You moved your lips to his sweet spot on his neck. He threw it back giving you more access. You swiftly unzipped his pants taking him by surprise. He gasped.
You began to palm him through his boxers. You could feel his veins pulse as you did. His cock throbbing for relief. “Shit Y/N. Please.” He begged.
“Is Tommy begging for me? Why don’t you text one of your other pieces I’m sure they will satisfy you.”
“No!” He exclaimed.
Your teeth tugged your lip, concealing the smile. He looked so desperate under your touch. You felt so powerful.
You took this new found confidence to lean back against the dash board pulling your skirt up. Legs spread showing Tom how wet you for him. Your fingers travelled their way to play with your aching clit.
Tom’s eyes glued to your actions. Watching you circle and play with the sensitive bud through the cloth. His hands went to touch but you slapped them. “Watch.”
He gulped allowing you to continue. His hands rested on your thighs. Your moans filled the car bringing music to his ears. His hands rubbed your thighs waiting patiently. You could see his cock throb through his material.
You decided he’d had enough as you pulled his boxers down. He held his cock, letting it stand tall. You drooled at little at the sight. “Condom?”
Tom immediately reached for the glovebox to grab one. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would have condoms in his car.
He ripped it open eagerly. You grabbed it from him, slowly rolling it down his thick member. Tom moaned at the sight. You quickly positioned yourself over him moving your panties to the side before easily gliding down due to your slickness.
You both moaned harmonically. “God Tommy.”
You stayed still, adjusting to his size. “Fuck I missed you.” He moaned holding your hips for dear life, resisting the urge to rut his hips into you mercilessly.
You started to move up and down, coating his length in your wetness. His eyes switched between watching your heat take his length and your tits that bounces with each movement.
Tom was loving the sight, his moans and groans confirming it.
You started swirling your hips, changing up the pattern. Tom knew he wasn’t going to last long. His fingers went to work on your clit. You screamed his name out in pleasure, loving the feeling of him grazing your g spot constantly.
You began to clench around you. He gritted his teeth trying to compose himself. “You close Y/N- shit you feel so so good. so warm. so pretty.”
“Yes Tommy, cum. I’m right there.” You panted.
Tom couldn’t hold it in any longer. He came with a loud groan. His hands pulled you down to the base of his cock. He held you tight, throbbing inside you as he came undone.
It was only a matter of seconds until you reached your climax. You tucked your head into his neck trying to muffle your moans. Tom held you tight as your body twitched in his arms.
You sat there until your body finally relaxed. You laid your head on his chest. The only thing heard was the sounds of your heartbeat. You traced patterns in the condensation on the windows, enjoying the moment.
“Well I’ve never seen that side before.” Tom laughed trying to break the silence.
“Yeah sorry I don’t know what came over me.” You blushed.
“Maybe it was the jealousy.”
You hit his chest before throwing yourself over to the passenger side. “Really Tom? Have we not gone over this? I wasn’t jealous.” You huffed grabbing your jumper to cover your body.
“Oh come on Y/N. Let’s not deny it. You were jealous. Just like I was jealous every time you didn’t text me back and I saw you were hanging out with friends.”
You snapped your head towards him. Unable to comprehend the statement. Tom jealous.
He laughed. “I’ll admit it. I like you. So let’s quit playing around. I want to be with you and you want to be with me. Admit it.”
You were stunned. Completely taken aback. You never thought those words would ever leave his mouth. You grabbed Toms hand, lacing your fingers together.
Miss Sugar Pink ➸ Enemies To Lovers AU (FratBoy!TomHolland)
🍰 Intro ↬ Apple Pie 🥧
➽ SYNOPSIS: Ever since Tom became a frat leader, he has always had an ideal type of girl: tall, detached, and mostly older. Tom always hated cats; he would rather die than share space with one of those furry creatures that, in his conception, came straight out of hell. Tom hated to compromise. Tom hated the very idea of being in one of those cliché things, where everyone claimed to feel their heart pounding and the adrenaline rushing through their veins overwhelmingly just by being face to face with their beloved. By contrast, you are an incurable romantic, president of several college clubs, and a familiar face on campus; it is impossible not to notice your intoxicating aura and your clothes that look like they came straight out of a cute folder on Pinterest. Oh, you also own Evie, a white kitten who is constantly in your Instagram photos. Anyway, you and Tom end stuck in a fake relationship. You hate each other; he is constantly making fun of your height and you are constantly judging his crooked way of treating girls. At some point in this story, feelings get mixed up and hearts can be broken.
MISS SUGAR PINK: PROLOGUE
✫ Rule number one: Those involved in the agreement may not, throughout this fake relationship, become lovingly involved with any other people.
✫ Rule number two: You two must appear to be a happy couple on this campus, so no bickering or childish teasing.
✫ Rule number three: PDA in general are welcome and absolutely recommended. Remember: You will be watched for much of the day by curious, gossipy, drama-hungry students, FAILING IS NOT AN OPTION.
✫ Rule number four: Those involved in the agreement should serve as companions at events that are considered important to the other.
✫ Rule number five: Dates should take place at least three times over the weeks preceding the trip.
✫ Rule number six: Instagram is key. Post pictures of each other, share dates and don't be shy about showing the world what an enviable couple you are. As UPL celebrities, you have a duty to deliver content for the tea of the week.
✫ Rule number seven: Social media should still be updated during the trip to Europe.
✫ Rule number eight: Only Maria, Leslye, Harrison, and Brad can know about this arrangement.
✫ Rule number nine: The deal will end two weeks after the "couple" return to the american continent.
✫ Rule number ten: Under no circumstances fall in love with each other.
ps: if any of the above rules are broken, the liar involved must immediately report it to the other liar.
❧ synopsis: after the collapsing of an unhealthy relationship, each side begins to improve and thrive, one for the other, one for themselves. coincidentally, they meet at the same dreaded party that led to the breaking of their relationship. will this unfortunate series of events lead them to opportunity?
❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader
❧ genre: fluff
❧ warnings: mild angst, fluffy-ish ending, exes to friends to lovers, one or two curse words, lil bit of crying, mentions of alcohol
❧ a/n: it’s finally over. thank goodness. this also is so long it can be considered a second part fuck. i know i took a whole month to write this, but i barely have free time to write nowadays and the times i do, i don’t have much inspiration. anyways this came out better than i expected so hope you guys enjoy.
in order to understand this ending, please read this first: her hidden crystal tears
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In the first month you spent broken up with Tom, you, for once, felt at peace, with no burden of hiding relationships and denying feelings. You had forgotten how free living singly was. Within that month, you were able to reshape your life. Your grades began to improve, and your mental health had phenomenally developed for he better. Your friends had even gone out of their ways to help you with a "glow up."
Tom, on the other hand, had tried to shape him into a better person in hopes of salvaging your crumbling, if you could even call it that, relationship. He worked harder in class, and every time he saw you sitting in the lecture hall, you were surrounded by other classmates, giving him no place to fit in. He also started to distance himself from his old group of friends, looking for a better, influential group.
Tom couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart when he saw you walking with one other friend to class, laughing at something they said. He saw how your under eye-bags turned bright and how you shoulders straightened up after the breakup. It broke his heart to know the negative impact he had on you, which you never complained or spoke out about.
The brunette wanted to improve for you and himself.
How you ended up in a pair of high-waisted, black, denim shorts and a black bandeau with a sheer, cropped, long-sleeved shirt overtop you didn't know. After much begging and bothering, your friend had convinced you to go to the afterparty of the football game. You tried your best to deny their attempts but failed when they baited you with money.
This would be your first time attending a party, for you were always driven home and away from them. You couldn't deny, though, the chills that snaked down your spine at the mention of it.
Stepping into the house, you noticed how similar it looked to a fraternity. People were dancing, pushing their bodies against others and grinding their hips onto drunk partners. Other students were playing beer pong, stripping on tables, or resting on couches with a red, plastic cup in their hands. It smelled terribly of sweat and oversaturated body spray, making you gag on your breath.
"How do so many people like this?" You shouted over the pounding music and loud voices.
"How do you not?" You friend giggled, dragging you through the crowd.
Dodging and pushing people off of you, you gripped your friend's hand tightly, afraid of losing them.
"Where are we going?" You asked, eyes darting all over the place in uncertainty.
"Before we party, we've got to get drinks," they pushed the door of the kitchen open, revealing the alcohol infested space.
Scrambling over to the bulky cooler, they grabbed a can of beer, popping it open and downing it.
Flinching in disgust, you commented, "Don't you want to wash that, first?"
"What d'you mean? It looks perfectly clean to me," they shrugged, throwing you a can.
You clumsily captured the condensated drink, before putting it on the counter behind you, "I don't drink."
They groaned, "Why are you such a doormat? Come on," they nudged your shoulder, "Live a little."
You laughed, "I can "live a little" just fine with water."
"Ugh, fine. I'm guessing you also want to sit in a corner and become a hermit," they spoke, sarcastically.
"Actually," your eyes lit up, "I do."
"You," they pointed at you unsteadily, "annoy me, but since I already brought you along," their finger moved to point at an idle seat in the corner of a calmer room, "There."
You nodded, eyeing the isolated spot with glee. However, before your friend could escape into the crowd, you told them to stay safe and slipped away to occupy said seat.
Although Tom no longer associated himself with his old group of friends, he couldn’t avoid them forever, as they were his teammates. Also, as the captain of the football team, it was practically an obligation for him to attend the after parties.
Honestly, ever since you had broken up with Tom, he had developed a small fear of being whisked away by his fangirls and teammates, constantly thinking you were waiting in his car for him. His guilt had piled on top of his conscious, leaving him an insecure wreck.
Nevertheless, he stepped into the filled building, nodding and waving at familiar faces. One face he wasn’t expecting to see sat in the corner of the room was yours.
He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, he murmured to himself, “She’s not there, you idiot.”
“Tom, buddy,” a familiar voice hollered.
Through your peripheral vision, you swore that you saw his chocolate curls, but when you looked up from your phone, he had disappeared. Your eyes began to dart through the crowd of people, looking for the man you supposedly had gotten over.
Quickly realizing your mistake, you shunned yourself for willingly wrapping yourself around his little finger. You returned to scrolling through your phone, distracting yourself with the illuminated screen.
Tom watched as his teammate, and former friend, grabbed at a girl swaying her hips, pushing her ass against his friend’s crotch, into a grind. Suddenly feeling highly uncomfortable where he stood, he moved into the kitchen to grab a drink.
The room let in muffled sounds but ultimately was the quietest room in the building. The white LED lights left the room bright and easy to navigate, albeit the clusters of finished drinks and used cups littered on the counters and in the sink and overflowing out of the trashcan.
The brunette drifted over to the fridge, locating the fresh water bottles hidden from other partygoers.
Feeling quenched, you stood up from your seat, unwillingly. You looked for a quick and precise path to the kitchen, though you failed to do so. Deciding to extemporize it, you awkwardly squished your way through the crowd, mumbling “excuse me” and “sorry” periodically.
Pushing the white-paint clad, wooden door open, you stumbled your way into the room, glaring at the sudden brightness engulfing your vision.
Hearing the music and sound of people cheering grow louder, Tom turned around to see the oh-so familiar girl he had fallen infatuated with many months ago.
You stood, blinking your eyes as they tried to adapt to the sudden change of lighting. Groaning, your hands began massaging and harassing the poor skin of your eyelids.
Your unnoticed ex, still stood in front of the fridge with a cool bottle of water in his hand, smiled at your adorable behaviour — widely contrasting your provocative outfit — watching as your cheeks puffed out in frustration.
Feeling the haze leave your eyes, you looked ahead of you to see a silhouette emerging. Embarrassed, you blushed, looking down at your shoes.
You felt a cool presence resting beside your cheek, and quickly looked at the item.
Water? You thought, confused.
Eyes trailing up the arm holding the bottle, your met with the sight of your former boyfriend smiling at you.
“Tom,” you breathed.
After avoiding and ignoring the boy for so many weeks, you already had forgotten how sweet he looked with a smile and soft blush grazing his cheeks. Maybe you hadn’t forgotten; you were just rarely, if ever, given the opportunity to admire it.
“Hey,” he responded, shyly rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.
You glanced at the bottle then back to Tom, silently asking what he was doing with it.
“O-Oh, I just thought you’d want a bottle of water, since you don’t drink, but if you do now, that’s totally cool too,” he rambled nervously, like a little boy talking to his crush on the playground.
Although you had only broken up with him a bit over a month ago, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust taking the drink from him.
“Thanks, but I can get one myself. I’m sure you wanted to drink that too.”
You gave him an awkward, tight-lipped smile before walking past him to the fridge. Reaching into the cool container, you pulled out a frosted water bottle.
The situation was strange. Everything felt so familiar but so different. It didn’t feel right to talk to each other like you knew how they slept in bed at night or how they loved warm cuddles on the couch as they binged shows and movies.
“Look, Y/N,” Tom spoke up, breaking the tension with a breath, “I know that I was a jerk we were together. I also know that I neglected you. I shouldn’t have cared about what everyone else thought about our relationship.
“Looking back, I understand why you were so frustrated with me, and you had every right to break up with me. I was a wuss that used protecting you as an excuse to keep you under covers. I reveled in the popularity and attention I got, back then.
“I’m different, now, though. I’m not saying you have to take me back. You don’t even have to consider it. All I want to do, right here, right now, is to apologize to you, so, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the anguish and sadness I caused. I’m sorry you had to waste your tears on me. I’m so fucking sorry, and if I have the slightest chance to even be your friend again, please let me take it.”
You felt a churning in your core, and tears prickled the corner of your eyes. You didn’t understand where your emotions arose from. You thought that you had moved on from Tom. You thought you had left him behind, left him in the shadows of your life.
You turned around, hand reaching up to quickly wipe your tears away. That is, until a calloused hand grabbed your wrist.
“Don’t,” the accented voice choked, “It hurts me as much as it does you.”
Your words were caught in your throat. You tried to say something, anything, but nothing but sobs slipped your lips.
Everything became a blur. You could only feel warmth enveloping you.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, darling,” Tom murmured into your hair.
After the encounter at the party, you and Tom went on with your life as normal.
Although, nothing that happened that night could be considered normal. You cried while he held you tightly in his arms. He apologized for his faults and asked for a second chance, as a friend or more. You forgave him and gave him the chance.
Will you ever want to have the same relationship you had with Tom as before? No.
You and Tom are working on building a better, healthier relationship for the both of you: an open and honest relationship that won’t be hidden from anyone, especially not his “fangirls.”
“Don’t ever hide your tears again,” Tom whispered into your hair, “Let them flow.” His pointer finger gently lifts your chin, locking his eyes with your tear-filled ones. He brings his thumb to your cheek, wiping away the shining streaks of pain, sadness, desperation.
“Let them flow because I’ll be here. I’ll be here to wipe them away every and any time.”
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Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, usual typos
You were sitting in your classroom reading through your textbook and waiting for the professor to come, when all of a sudden the sound of whispers followed by an eruption of laughter coming from the group of frat boys caught your attention. You raised your head and look at them through the frames of you glasses only to see all of them looking at you making you even more self-conscious
Shifting your attention back your book you heard an even louder sound of laughter erupt from them; of course they must've been talking about you, there was no doubt there. If anyone had handed you a surprise test you would have aced it, but if you were put at any social event you would pass out just at the thought of, that is why college was a nightmare. You had no idea how these bozos could go to a party every second day and yet be alive at this point.
Soon enough the lecture was over and you were collecting your things to head to your next class, you realized that the only way to do so was to pass the group of boys. Clutching on to your things you successfully passed their posse, or so you thought.
"Hey Y/n!" One of them called out, you grimaced before turning, "We're having this party today would you like to come?" He teased. No one had ever seen you at any party and now it was just a teasing game to them, but you hated being a goody-too-shoes. "Knock it off guys," A certain brown haired said as he himself tried to hold back his laughter, "I'm sure she doesn't time to let loose, she must be having a tea party with her stuffed animals." He teased as they all burst into fits of laughter making you storm out in anger, you had enough of it and now it was your turn to have your fun.
Walking up to the door of the frat house in you blue dress that barely reached your knees, a shiver running down your spine as the wind began to pick up. There was no need to knock on the gigantic doors of the house they were already open. Entering the house it looked like every typical frat party you had seen in movies and tv shows, butterflies interrupting in your stomach as you walked around.
There were many students from your classes who were there and were shocked to see you; of course it was your first ever party because you had no idea what you were supposed to do. The music boomed around the house as you walked deeper in, hoping to find someone you know, and you did but not in the position you expected to see them. The same mope of brown curls that teased you earlier, Tom, he had his hands wrapped around some girls waist and making out with her. You internally gagged at the site and began to walk away thinking it was a bad idea.
You were almost out the door when the faint calling of your name reached your ears over the music. It was the same boy who was just pushing his tongue down that girls throat moments ago, "Hey you made it!" He exclaimed and pulled you into a hug, hesitantly you were in his embrace and inhaling his cologne mixed with alcohol.
"Sorry I was just about to leave."
"What why?" he asked.
"Isn't it kind of obvious? I don't belong here." You said wrapping your arms around your self.
"That's because you haven't given it a chance, come on!" He stated and took your hand, dragging you back in. "Wait here." He said, leaving you stranded in one corner. Moments later he came back with a red solo cup in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other, "Here." He said handing you the cup. "What's this?" You asked.
"Well I'm assuming you've never had alcohol so I got you coke."
"I thought you would be corrupting me." You raised an eyebrow. He smirked and lowered his head, his lips near your ear, "Baby steps darling." He whispered, your cheeks turning into a tint of red at the sound of that nickname. And that's when you thought, 'Screw baby steps'.
You caught him off guard by snatching the beer bottle from his hand and downing almost half the bottle in a go. "Woah, woah slow down there!" He coaxed, your face scrunching up when the bottle left your lips. It might have been little but your head was already spinning a bit.
"You okay?" He chuckled at the sight of how adorable you looked, you nodded and reached again for the bottle when he stopped you, "Normally I would allow this but I'm cutting you off."
"What? Come on, let me have it!" You whined, he tried to stop you by putting his hand behind his back, trying to reach out for it you realized how your arms were around him; standing chest to chest as you stared into his chocolate brown like eyes. "Tom!" His friend called him causing the two to brake eyes contact. Taking the opportunity you took the bottle out of his grip, and making a run for it. He chased you, pushing himself through the sea of people, this is the first time he's ever done anything like this, being secretly glad that you came.
You downed the entire bottle and waited behind a pillar waiting for Tom, when suddenly his strong arms wrapped around your waist, your back was pressed against his strong chest as he spun you around; a giggle escaping your lips. "I'm cutting you off." He laughed putting you down as you turned and faced him, wrapping your arms around his neck; you were clearly drunk.
A surge of confidence came over you, "Kiss me." You whispered.
"No."
"Why not?" You whined.
"This isn't like you."
"Then what is like me?"
"Being a cute nerd is like more you."
"You think I'm cute?" You furrowed your eyebrows as he shrugged, a small smile crept on his lips. "You should get home y/n."
"What aren't you going to bed me?" You asked him, "Isn't this what you do? Get a girl drunk and then sleep with her?"
"Yeah, but you're not the type of girl to have one night stands with." You gave him a confused look, "You're the type of girl I'd take on dates and stuff." He confessed, okay so maybe he had been harboring a crush over you and that is why he acted like a dick and teased you. "Did I make you go all soft?" He nodded answering your question. "Then kiss me." He did smiling into the kiss as did you.
Who knew just a kiss could make him a changed man, and he even proved you by asking you out the next day, and taking you on cute little dates further on. He paid no mind to the teasing of how soft he went for you by his friends as long as he was with you, nothing could get to him.
