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A/N : College au will always be my favorite and adding golf to the mix was fun. I've a very basic knowledge about golf so pardon me for any kind of mistakes. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : doing a coverage of the intercollegiate golf tournament for the student newspaper of your university isn’t that hard unless you’ve a love-hate relationship with the star player of the golf team.

Pairing : Frat! Golf Tom x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, fwb, secretly hooking up, idiots in love, betting, hint of dom! Tom, teasing, blowjob, face-fucking, degradation, spit play II w.c - 5.5k

It was a lovely morning with the sun shining brilliantly in the clear, blue sky. A gentle breeze blowing across the Seven Oaks golf club as you sat inside the clubhouse taking a sip of your chai tea latte. There were a hundred different ways you could have spent your weekend, but instead you are obligated to cover the intercollegiate golf tournament hosted by your university every year on behalf of the student newspaper.

The moment Debra the editor in chief of the student newspaper and your senior chose you for the coverage it made you instantly regret your decision to join the newspaper but you couldn’t turn it down either for the fact that it will be good for your resume.

In all honesty covering the event wasn’t a problem for you. The main problem was the golf team, specifically one player in the team, Tom Holland. With whom you shared a love-hate relationship. Apart from being an avid golfer he was also part of the delta upsilon fraternity in your university. Filthy rich and a notorious flirt, girls used to throw themselves at him. In short, quite a player on and off the field.

You had the chance to know him during the sophomore year when you had to tutor him and let's just say things didn’t stay quite restricted to tutoring —boundaries were crossed. That fucker knew what he was doing with that irresistible British accent and boy next to door charm, successfully marking his name on your bedpost. Both of you thought it would be a one time thing but you were wrong as none of you could defy the attraction you had for each other.

You knew Tom wasn't the committed kind of guy so a relationship was out of question and you don't want to be known as his item in the whole university either. So you both decided to keep it a secret by coming to an agreement that until one of you gets into a committed relationship you can continue with casually hooking up. And that’s how things went on, expressing your distaste for each other in public during the day and spending the nights tangled in the bed sheets in each other's arms.

Lately things have been a little weird between you two after the words I love you slipped out of your mouth accidently in the heat of the moment and you should have seen the dread in his eyes. Though you both had shrugged it off blaming the amount of alcohol you had but the palpable tension was seemingly evident when you were in the same room. That is why you’ve been trying to avoid him for a while and the thought of spending an entire day with him seemed like a nightmare to you.

Finishing your latte, you put on your hat and stepped out of the club house. Your eyes spotted your college team at the tee area. Harrison was going up first as he was busy setting up the ball on the tee. Tom joined him a few seconds later as he took off his pullover jacket and put on his baseball cap.

This tournament was very important for Tom. If he is able to bring out his A game in this he will secure a spot in the team for the state tournaments which will give his golf career a necessary boost. He was in a pretty good mood not only because he was confident about winning today’s game but also about the fact that you were joining him today after you have been avoiding him for a week and even turned down his invitation saying you find golf boring. And he was adamant to prove you wrong.

That wasn’t the actual reason if he is being honest. For some reason he wanted you to be by his side on this very crucial day of his life even though he knew the boundaries of your relationship that he himself laid down. Initially you were just another conquest for him, a name to add to his personal hall of fame but you managed to invade his heart in a way that no one ever could. He has never told this to anyone but he was whipped from the very first time he laid his eyes on you at the freshers party. You were smart, headstrong and insanely independent who never took anyone’s crap and he likes to revel over the fact that only he can make you vulnerable like the way you make him.

Tom wished he knew how he always ends up in between your legs but he was hooked on your taste. It’s the power you hold over him that how much he tries he eventually finds himself back to you. So when he saw you walk out of the clubhouse and make your way down to the tee box he couldn’t stop the shit eating grin forming on his face. After all, he was the one who told Fred the VP of the fraternity how good your writing skills are— which was true— who in turn suggested your name to his girlfriend Debra to cover the whole event to highlight the golf team’s achievements in the next issue.

“Fancy to see you here darling” he sounded chipper as you eyed him up and down and then averted your gaze, looking around the course enamored by the lush green fairways with meticulously carved acres of pine and oak trees plainly ignoring him.

“What? Not even a hello?” he raised his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling.

“This is the last place I wanna be right now and you know that very well” you grumbled with an irritated look on your face.

“But it seems like you are liking it here” he snickered.

“Me and golf? Never. Especially with you” you retorted.

“Give it a chance you’ll love it and would want to come back again just like you always come back to me” a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he gave you a subtle wink.

“Shut up Holland!” you gritted under your teeth feeling your cheeks heat up at his words as he let out a carefree laughter. How much ever you try to show your distaste for him in front of the whole world but behind this whole façade you knew very well you would always come back to him. No one gives you as good as he does and he knows that too.

Tom grabbed his golf club and positioned himself to make his first shot. He held the shaft of the club with a firm grip as the muscles of his arms flexed, veins becoming prominent on them— such a show-off you thought holding back the urge to roll your eyes. With a powerful swing of his arms he hit the ball with the club as it flew to a distance. It was a good start for him as the audience cheered around you. He went ahead to finish the round as you waited at the tee box clicking a few pictures for the article.

“You coming love?” you heard Tom now standing near the golf cart with Harrison.

“As if I’ve a choice” you huffed and followed them into the golf cart.

⛳

The college team was playing well as you gradually progressed down the course. You watched and cheered as Harrison hit an ace in the fifth hole. Tom was next as he examined the ground doing a mental calculation of how far he needed to hit.

“Hey Y/N I think my shaft is a bit long, can you get me the other club from the bag?” he turned to you with an earnest look. For any normal person it may appear like a simple request but you knew him better so you didn’t miss the hidden innuendo behind his words. Anyways you knew what you had signed up for so you decided to ignore and wordlessly went to fetch the club he asked for.

“Here” you handed him the golf club.

“Thank you, love” he said sweetly “hey don’t you have anything to ask about the game for the article?”

“Yeah well you could tell me about what are the things required for a good shot?” you suggested.

“Very well, first of all you need to be sure about your target then it all depends on your hold and how you swing the club. Grip it softly and stroke it smoothly. You would know it very well after all I taught you that already” he remarked with a smug grin as you inhaled in a sharp breath, fuming internally. Calm down Y/N you told yourself in your mind. He loves getting under your skin. He thrives off it. And in no way you’re going to give him the satisfaction as you forced out a smile, nodding in understanding.

He went ahead talking more about the game. You noticed the glimmer in his eyes as he spoke with great fondness, describing to you vividly using his hands— the hands you had an unhealthy obsession with which sent your mind spiraling into inappropriate places— a genuine smile finds your own lips this time as you listened to him. He looked adorable when he talked with his hands, a habit you found out especially when he is excited about something. He was moving his hands so vigorously that the balls he was holding in his hand fell off his grip.

“Oops. Can you get my balls, darling?” he said with a cocky smile killing your mood. You really need to stop falling for his boyish antics because he will always be an ass and nothing can change that.

You bent down to pick up the balls as Tom’s eyes lingered on your back shamelessly. Your dress was the first thing that caught his eyes in the morning. A printed pleated golf dress, the hem skimming against your mid thighs paired with white sneakers and a bucket hat to shield your face from the sunlight. And whenever you bend forward the fabric would ride up, exposing a little more of your skin. Teasing the hell out of him as he felt blood rushing down south trying to get a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath. You looked so cute and sinful at the same time and it was a shame he couldn't do anything about it. For now.

⛳

After a short tea break you were on your way to the tenth hole seated at the back of the golf cart with Tom beside you while Harrison sat with Fred who was driving the cart at the front. The revving of the engine of the golf cart pierces through the peaceful silence of the course as you enjoyed the picturesque scenery of the sloping valleys. The wind blew softly against your face and through your hair when you felt Tom place a hand on your knee rubbing it gently. Your breath hitched as you looked at him with surprise as you tried to convey with your eyes what are you doing? He gave you one of his mischievous smiles in return.

‘Keep quiet’ he mouthed, trailing his hand up your thighs, the cool metal of his pinky ring sending shivers through your body. Tom was never fond of the whole secrecy of your relationship. You didn’t even allow him to tell Harrison, his best friend. However he was quick to turn it into his advantage as he enjoyed watching you try to suppress your moans during the many times he fingered you in a classroom full of students or fucked you in the janitor’s closet and lockers room.

You had been torturing him for a week by avoiding him and now he will have his share of fun. A whimper almost escaped your mouth, heart beating inside your chest as you felt his hand inching closer to your clothed heat when Harrison suddenly spoke up.

“So what are your thoughts about the game Y/N? Tom was saying that you find it boring” you quickly swatted away Tom's hand shooting him a warning glare as he chuckled lightly.

“Uh it’s too early to tell,” you replied breathily.

“Well maybe then you should give it a try” he suggested.

“Thanks for the offer Haz but I think I would be terrible at it”

“You know what darling? Golf is just like having sex. You can enjoy both of them even if you’re terrible at it” Tom said with a half-lipped smirk, making the guys laugh out loud.

“Yeah I did hear some of the girls talking about how you’re really terrible in bed” you quipped.

“Damn!!” the boys hollered at your comeback as Tom knelt down to your ear.

“That is not what you had to say after the sociology class if I remember correctly” he whispered lowly “also if I had to dip my fingers in your panties right now I bet you’d be dripping down there” his hand was back on your thigh giving it a gentle squeeze, making your shudder. Your conversation was cut short as you reached the next spot and you couldn’t be thankful enough.

“Wish me luck babe” he murmured, stealing a quick kiss when no one was looking and hopped out of the cart, leaving you hot and bothered. It was clear he was deliberately trying to push your buttons and if that’s what he intended to do then two can play this game you thought, stepping out of the cart.

The team was finishing up with the tenth hole when the sound of your giggles caught Tom’s attention. He turned to look and his expression hardened as he saw you with a player from another team. You weren't together but he could never stand any other man near you let alone touch you. And this guy had his hands all over you as a twang of jealousy grew inside Tom.

From your little conversation you gathered that his name was Charles and he was an amateur golfer. He held your hips, correcting your position and your back pressed against him too much for Tom’s liking. You sneaked in a peek through the corner of your eyes making sure Tom was watching as you pushed your hips a little more backwards giggling as you pretended to not understand how to hold the club properly.

Tom watched with clenched jaws, grip tightening on the golf club in his hand as Charles moved his hands from your hips, bringing them to cover your hands with his. He swung the club lightly and the ball rolled inside the cup. You clapped your hands in joy, jumping a little at your spot and then threw your hands around him in a hug. You could feel the burning gaze of Tom from afar, giving yourself a pat in the back of finally getting back at him by giving him a taste of his own medicine. You thanked the guy and sauntered back to where your college team was playing.

“What do you think you were doing out there?” Tom asks through clenched teeth.

“Playing golf Tom. Harrison was right it isn’t that bad as I thought” you played coy knowing how much that irks him up.

“Well I could see that but why were you playing with the guy from another team?”

“I’m here to cover the whole event, Tom. So I need to get some comments from the other players too. I was just doing my job. That's it” you shrugged nonchalantly “moreover…” you trailed a hand down his abdomen palming him through his trousers “he seemed to have a good length. I could feel it” you added with a sly smirk painted on your lips as you feel him tense up.

⛳

Tom was known to have a short fuse and no one in the university dared to piss him off except you. You knew that no matter how angry he gets, he can never hurt you so you loved to take your chances and rile him up intentionally. So far it was working just fine. That little stunt you pulled off had him fuming from inside and it started affecting his game. At the eleventh hole he teed off badly driving the ball right into the sand pit.

You moved towards the bunker along with the team as Tom tried to drive out the ball of the sand pit but failed to do so with his second shot.

“Third time’s a charm Tom! Go for it!” you yelled standing at the uphill of the bunker drawing out a few laughs from the boys. Tom’s mouth was set in a grim line not missing the subtle taunt laced with your words as he gave you a sidelong glance and then focused on the shot. With an aggressive swing he hit the ball, blowing a gust of sand in the process yet again failing to drive out the ball from the bunker to the greens and losing this round.

“Fuck!” he cursed under his breath as he walked out of the bunker frustrated and disappointed.

“Huh I knew you were all talk no show. Don't know why everyone takes you as the star player of the team” you passed another snide remark fueling his already growing temper.

“You better watch that mouth of yours!” he warned with a baleful glare.

“Why Thomas? Did I hit a nerve?” you taunted with your sickly sweet voice and you knew you were in trouble as something flipped inside him. He stalked towards you like a predator to its prey, grabbing your arm he pulls you aside far enough so no one could hear your conversation.

“I see you wanna have some fun, darling. Why don’t we make this game a little more interesting eh?” his accent was pronounced with a hint of playfulness in his voice which you’re too familiar with particularly when you’re being a brat. You held his gaze which was soft and still daunting as if he wanted you to cross the line so that he can put you back in place.

“How’s that?” you asked.

“How about we make a bet?” he proposed.

“Bet?” you sounded a bit uncertain, unable to comprehend what was going on his mind.

“Yeah when I win this game you have to do whatever I say. Given that I think it’s been a while gotta remind you who's in charge baby” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers gently “so what do you say?” his deep gravelly voice made you feel like a puddle as you leaned in his touch.

“Uhh...I-” you were at a loss of words, staring into his deep brown orbs swirling with a mix of lust and anger being reminded of the times you let him have his way with you. You had to make everyone believe that the reason behind you walking funny was getting your hamstring pulled while doing your stretches in the yoga class and not by getting your guts rearranged by Tom. As if you didn’t like it yourself. You loved when he got rough and sometimes you deliberately pushed his buttons just to have your brains fucked out by him.

“What? Scared of losing a small bet?” a deep chuckle resonated from him bringing you out of your trance.

“No, because I'm not losing and what will I get when you lose?” you bit back.

“Well that's a big if but it goes either way so I'll do whatever you say” he shrugged with a playful smirk.

“Fine with me” you said haughtily.

⛳

It was the middle of the day with the sun at its peak. The team moved towards the next hole though this time you chose to sit inside the shade of the golf cart, fanning yourself with your hat. It was a par 5 hole, you watched Tom mess up the first two shots and barely manage to get it done with the remaining three. You couldn't help but taunt him further as he walked back to the cart.

“Why don't you quit and save yourself from the embarrassment of losing the game as well as the bet to me?”

He rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff “easy to say while sitting here in the shade” he grumbled rummaging through his bag for the packet of wet wipes. Upon finding it he shoved it inside his pocket and began to walk away towards a dense thicket situated in an isolated corner of the course as you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Running away already?” you remarked.

“Gotta take a wee” he told you, lifting his pinky finger.

“We are at our university golf course for god’s sake! What kind of savage are you?” you gave him an incredulous look.

“Can’t help, it's urgent" he snickered and strides away disappearing behind the shrubbery.

You sat there alone judging your life choices, wondering how the hell did you get yourself into this? All your life you tried to stay away from guys like him and here you are stuck in a relationship with no name. He was reckless, impulsive and had the most annoying habits but still you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of him. It wasn’t like you didn’t try dating other people but surprisingly he used to invade your thoughts every time. Guess it’s true opposites attract.

After some time you saw Tom reappearing from behind the trees with a proud smile on his face but you were totally unamused.

“You’re unbelievable” you huffed, shaking your head sideways.

“What?" he chuckled softly "when nature calls you gotta go when you gotta go and you should give it a try yourself sometimes, feels very liberating”

“No it isn’t” you gave him a disgusted look.

“Kinda felt at the Dean’s office though” he shrugged nonchalantly and a wave of shock went across your face.

“What?!” you gasped out loudly “I knew it was you guys! How could you do that?!”

“C’mon it was fun” he remarked with a boisterous laugh.

“The whole theta chi got suspended because somebody saw Ray lurking in the corridors at night and you say it was fun?!” you said with resentment in your voice.

“Well that somebody would be me” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck which left your jaw hanging.

“Now that’s very low of you Thomas. Why would you do that?!” you chided.

“C’mon everybody knows the theta chis are a bunch of jerks plus I saw Ray talking to you at the party. So whatever happened happened for good” he said unapologetically. Did you hear wrong or did he just admit that he was jealous of seeing another guy talking to you?

You could never understand Tom. From the very beginning he has been giving you mixed signals which made you never take his words seriously. One moment he acts like a protective boyfriend and the very next moment he is completely aloof from your existence in his life which always leaves you confused. Even though a small part of you hoped that he too has feelings for you because you have no shame in admitting that you’ve grown feelings for him and care for him way too much.

“So you’re saying you did what you did because you saw me talking to that guy. That’s even more lame you know that right?” you tried to be as subtle as possible with your question.

“Oh please that asshole was just trying to get you in his bed” he said with a scowl on his face.

“Isn’t that what we have been doing all this while? We barely talk except for hooking up” you pointed out.

“Ours is different,” he retorted.

“How’s it different? Kindly enlighten me Tom”

“Well because I-” he trailed away finding himself in a fix. He was never good at expressing his emotions but when he was with you he felt a surge of thousands of those emotions at one go which is indescribable. Whatever it may be love, lust or plain and simple infatuation but he knows this much for sure you weren’t just a random hookup for him. Whenever he saw your face he felt a warmth inside his heart, he felt happy, he felt like home.

“Because what Tom?” you pressed on.

“Because I…” the words were hanging at the tip of his tongue but he still couldn’t spit it out and just then Harrison called out.

“Hey Tom, it's your turn mate!” damn you Haz you mentally cursed him. You were this close to getting a proper answer to all your questions which could have given you a little peace of mind but nevermind at least the mystery of who peed in front of the dean’s office is now solved.

You went and stood at the tee box with the team as they cheered for Tom. After the last two rounds went horribly wrong he was stressed and you could sense that too.

“C’mon Tom you can do this!” you tried to boost his confidence this time. To be honest you wanted to see him win. How much ever you find him obnoxious as a person but his dedication for the sport was immense. You could always see the passion in his eyes. And seeing him in those golf attires was an added bonus. The polo t-shirts which hugged to his broad frame giving a firm outline of his toned abs underneath with the fitted trousers giving a perfect view of his cute round ass alongwith with that shining Rolex on his wrist makes you almost go feral.

Tom hit a fantastic drive down the dry and green fairway, settling a massive 310 yards away, the farthest he has ever gone in his golfing career. He was elated pumping his fist in the air and high fived his team mates.

“So what were you saying about me quitting?” he turned to you with a new found confidence.

“There’s four more holes to go, sweetie. Don’t get so overconfident” you retorted with a sly smirk.

“Oh don’t worry, darling I can easily go on for four rounds you know that right?” he remarked with a sly grin. You let it pass this time with a smile letting him have his moment. After all you’re addicted to the pleasure and pain he inflicts upon you so even if you lose the bet you are the one ultimately winning at the end of the day. Tom was back in form as the college team finished with a score of -14 therefore winning the tournament.

⛳

You were back in the club house as the team celebrated their big win by popping off some champagne and feasting on the fancy delicacies the club had arranged. You were standing at a corner sipping on a glass of champagne when Tom pulled you aside by grabbing your arm startling you.

“Come with me” his voice was commanding.

“Where?” you looked at him in confusion.

“You know better darling. You lost the bet and it's time for my actual reward” your eyes widened as you looked around the place.

“I can’t, there’s a lot too many people here” you said in a hushed tone pulling out your arm from his hold. You went to take a sip of your unfinished drink when all of a sudden Tom tipped the glass by its end, spilling the drink on your dress.

“What the fuck Tom?!” you gasped in shock.

“You ok love?” he asked, feigning concern and handing you some tissues.

“Y/N you alright?” Harrison came running along with the other guys.

“Yeah, just spilled the drink” you assured him, rubbing the tissue on the stained area.

“Let me take her to the restroom. We'll be back soon” Tom told Harrison and turned to you, holding your arm he dragged you to the restrooms at the back of the club house. Pushing you inside he shut the door behind him.

“Are you fucking nuts?! This dress was brand new!” you snapped at him instead he grabbed your jaw as your eyes met his fiery gaze.

“You think I give a fuck?” he growled, crashing his lips against yours almost knocking out all the wind of your lungs. All the pent up tension he had the whole week slowly dissipating at the feeling of your soft lips. He just wants to drink you up, ravage you until the only name on your lips is his.

Even though he doesn't want to admit it, you’re the only thing on his mind. The fact that he hasn’t hooked up with any other girl for a long time is because he ends up imagining it’s you. All those lonely nights when he can’t sleep he jerks himself off at the thought of you, your beautiful body writhing beneath him and the pretty little sounds you made while he pleasures you. And after seeing you today with another guy, a sense of possession was acting inside him.

He broke the kiss by pulling your head away, fingers weaving in your hair “you've been such a tease the whole day you know that? Prancing around in this little dress, flirting with that twat from the other team knowing how much it would drive me crazy”

“And what are you going to do about that?” you weren’t the one to back down either as you looked directly into his dark brown eyes.

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you in the middle of the greens making sure everyone knows who you belong to. But for now I’m gonna fuck this attitude out of you” he murmured licking a stripe along the column of your neck making you shiver.

“On your knees sweetheart” his voice dominating as he watches you crumble down on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes for further instructions.

“What? Have I already made you dumb?” he mocked “go on take me out” your hands went to unbutton his trousers, pulling down the zipper. You pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs, freeing his semi hard member. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft you gave it a few gentle strokes as he hardened under your touch beads of pre-cum gathering at the tip. You swiped your thumb, smearing it over his head as you gazed up into his eyes giving a long stripe on the throbbing vein running underside of his cock.

“Good girl” he hummed brushing his thumb on your cheekbone “open” he demanded and you opened your mouth wide for him without a second thought. Tom collected a ball of spit and let it drip into your mouth as you swallowed it eagerly “c’mon now put that loud mouth of yours to some good use”

Without wasting another moment you wrapped your lips around his bulbous head, swallowing him inch by inch until your nose hit his pelvis. Whispering a ‘fuck’ his head drops back at the feeling of your wet hot mouth. You slowly bobbed your head up and down his length, using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Arousal began to pool between your legs along with a low thrumming ache as you rubbed your thighs against each other to get some relief.

“Look at you all you needed was my cock to shut up” he rasped, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you down his length. His tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag and sputter.

“Come on, darling, I know you can do better than this” he tugged on your hair, pulling you back as you breathe heavily “suck on it like you mean it, dear”

You hollow your cheeks and swirled your tongue along his shaft. Your hand cupped his balls massaging them gently as Tom groaned, loosening his hold on your head.

“Yeah just like that my cockslut, show me how proud you are of me” you moaned at his words, speeding up your movements, eager to please him.

At that very moment Tom decides to take control as he held the back of your head and began thrusting in and out of your mouth at a bruising pace, fucking your face. Your jaws ached as drool dribbled down from the sides of your mouth. You relaxed your throat letting him slip deeper inside your mouth. Your nose nudges around his pelvis as his grip tightens on your head holding you there. Your hands went on to grip on his thighs, nails digging into his skin as tears pricked your eyes as you struggled to breathe through your nose.

“You look so pretty with your mouth full of me” he thumbed away your tears. Obscene gagging noises left your mouth as he snapped his hips, his balls slapping against your chin. You knew he was close as his pace began to falter.

“Fuck, I’m close” his voice comes out strained, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you felt him twitch, shooting his hot cum down your throat in short spurts. You continue to suck him off, milking the last drop from his softening cock. He tapped on the back of your head and you pulled off with a wet pop as you wiped your drool covered mouth with the back of your hand.

“God you’re the best fucking prize I can ever win” he groaned and pulled you up on your feet. He traces your swollen lips with his thumb before capturing them in a tender kiss tasting the remnants of him on you.

“Don't think I'm done with you baby” he murmured against your lips “The boys will be out celebrating, we will have the whole frat house to ourselves. Tell your roommate you are going to stay out of the dorms tonight" the corner of his lips quirk into a smirk "Gotta make sure you put out the best article”

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