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#tom holland x reader smut
modernstoner · 2 years
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on his desk | p.parker
teacher!peter fucks you on his classroom desk.
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader
warning: smut. not proofread!
w/c: 0.7k
a/n: ye, what the synopsis says.
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peter was having a stressful day.
not only, did most of his students fail his test, but he has an overload of tests he needs to grade. he sighed, pushing the front of his hair with his fingers, he leaned against his uncomfortable chair.
he looked at the papers he needed to grade and mentally screamed inside. he felt a buzzing sensation coming from his pocket, knowing it was a message from you.
you always text him during his lunchtime.
peter got his phone out of his pants; "hey, i'm coming over." it said, shrugging, he thought nothing of it.
after few minutes, he heard a polite knock coming from his classroom door. "come in." he says, grading another failed test which earned an annoyed groan from him.
"whoa, there." you enter, holding a disposable container stuffed with sushi.
peter turned to you and gave you a weak smile. you walked over, kissing his cheek. "you okay?" you ask, placing the food on his desk.
he said nothing, grabbing your wrist, pulling you down, towards his lap. his lips immediately started to attack yours. you smiled against his desperate lips as your lips moves in sync with his.
a low groan came out of your mouth when peter started to kiss down your neck. "someone's eager today." you tease, pulling his brown curls as you threw your head back in utter bliss.
peter sucked harshly on your collarbone, making sure to leave a small dark bruise later. "gosh, (y/n), you looked so fucking hot this morning." he smiles at you.
"could say the same thing about you." you reply, leaning down to kiss his soft but chapped lips.
"hmm— i missed you— so— so— much." he says between kisses making you giggle. you slowly started to grind on his very obvious boner.
he lets out a low groan, pulling away from the kiss. you grind a bit faster, "no teasing." he warns before getting up, which made you warp your legs around his waist.
he gently puts you on his desk, shoving the paperwork away, some falling to the ground, but he didn't care.
peter wasted to time, swept your sundress up while you desperately unbuckle his belt. he pushed your panties aside, pulling down his boxers to reveal his hardened cock.
the red tip was already leaking precum.
he lines his cock with your aroused cunt before slamming into you, earning a loud moan from your mouth. your hands fly to his brown curls, pulling them a little.
peter lets out a low groan, and starts his fast and harsh thrust. he had no mercy, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you shut your mouth in order to stay quiet.
peter kept moaning and whimpering in your ear, his each thrust hitting your sweet spot making you squirm beneath him, knowing that you can't make a loud noise.
even though, his thrusts were getting sloppy, peter didn't stop. pumping in and out of you like a crazy maniac, the desk moving with him.
the sound of skin slapping filled the room. you felt a familiar knot forming in your stomach, realizing that you are close, you clench around peter which made his hip stutter.
"oh— fuck, (y/n), just like that." he grunts in your ears. you do as he pleases, clenching around him. peter throws his head back, closing his eyes before looking at you.
your face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth agape as you felt peter hand cup your cheeks. he leaned in you, capturing you into a kiss while his thrusts never stopping.
"p-peter, i'm so close." you whispered against his lips, a small string of saliva connected between you and peter's lips.
"cum, fuck, please cum with me." he practically begged and you nod, releasing it all along side with him. his warm liquid shooting inside you as peter slows his pace.
both of you out of breath, covered in sweat. taking a moment to breathe. "best sex ever!" he says in joy, extending his hand for you to high-five him.
you laugh, slapping his palm with yours, obviously out of breath. "we should do it in your class more often."
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lnfours · 1 year
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First time doing doggy with tom plssss
when did this become a WHORE HOUSE?!
just kidding, it's always a whore house here on toms-gf ;)
❗️ A LOT OF SMUT, 18+ ONLY PLEASE
i need holy water...
send me tom asks !
you felt peppered, wet hot kisses down your bare back, tom hovering over you with your face pressed against the pillows.
obviously the two of you had sex before, but not in a number of positions. and of course, your friends thought it'd be funny to get the both of you a book of 300 different sex positions. you weren't opposed to the idea of changing things up in the bedroom and neither was tom.
which is how you ended up face down, ass up in the bed on this particular night.
he was taking it slow, hands traveling over your soft skin as he pressed kisses to your shoulder blade. you smiled back at him as he leaned in closer, his lips capturing yours in a quick kiss.
"ready?" he asked and you nodded back him as his hands squeezed at your ass.
he pushed inside of you slowly, your face falling back down into the pillows as he grabbed at your hips, his head falling into the crook of your neck. he panted softly in your ear, letting a soft moan escape past his lips.
"fuck," he let out causing a small whine to come from your own lips, muffled by the fluffy pillows.
he started pushing in and out of you slowly, head rolled back in pure bliss as he took in the view of your ass pressing up against the bottom of his stomach.
you turned your head to the side to speak, "faster, tom. please."
you let out a gasp as he happily obliged. the only sounds in the room were the sounds of skin clapping together and his and your moans. he gently slapped the cheek of your ass, causing you to let out an even louder moan. he already knew that you liked to be choked and that you liked your ass slapped from the amount of times you've ridden him. everything else was the same, just a different view.
he leaned down, his fingers making their way to your clit as he rubbed tight, small circles. you whined into the pillow, hands gripping at the comforter that was slowly becoming out of place from it's previous state which was tucked in and perfectly made. now it was disheveled and a mess.
but you really couldn't complain.
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Peter helping reader thru dream by making her ride his thigh
Here you go anon dear, sexy little request for you. I hope you like it, I didn’t edit so sorry for any errors! Also feedback in the format of reblogs or comments are really really appreciated! They help me stay motivated and know if I'm writing good stuff! Especially with smut since I'm so new to writing it still
Wet Dreams
Paring: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Smut, wet dreams
Summary: Peter wants to help make your dreams come true
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Peter hated coming home after you’d gone to bed. One of his favorite parts of the day was when the two of you fell asleep snuggled up together, and he hated to miss that. Most nights you stayed up until he got home because you liked to make sure patrol went well and he made it home safe, so it was pretty rare that he missed out on his snuggle time. Unfortunately tonight was not one of those nights, and when he came home he found you passed out, clutching his pillow to your chest.
Peter sighed and stripped his suit. He was too tired to put it away properly so he just kicked it to the side of the room and crawled into bed beside you. He carefully wiggled his pillow out of your arms, smiling to himself as you started to whimper and stir. He placed the pillow back at the head of the bed and wrapped his arms around you. You snuggled back into him, tangling your legs up with his. He buried his nose in your hair, sighing happily before he closed his eyes.
“Love you snuggle bug,” he mumbled with a yawn.
Sleep started to overtake Peter quickly, you were warm and cozy against him and it was easy for him to relax and drift off. That was until you started to stir again. You started to whimper and shift around, he figured you were just uncomfortable or having a bad dream and started to try and comfort you.
“Hey, it’s alright baby, it’s just a dream, wake up,” he shook you lightly.
You rocked your hips back against his leg and let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. You repeated the action, this time moaning out name. Even though it was a bit muffled by your pillow, it was still clearly his name. Peter flushed as it became clear what was happening, you weren’t having a bad dream, you were having a dirty dream. Of course it wasn’t weird for you to have a dirty dream about your boyfriend, and Peter had certainly had his fair share about you, but he never really thought about the fact that you probably had them too.
You continued to rock yourself gently against his leg, and in an effort to help you out a bit, Peter pulled you back against him, allowing you to rock more directly against his thigh. He set a hand over your hip to help guide your movements, causing more and more moans to tumble from your lips. As much as it seemed like you were enjoying yourself, Peter was sure you’d be happier if he actually took care of you so he started trying to gently shake you awake again.
“Snuggle bug,” he cooed against your ear, “Wake up baby, you’re having a dream.”
You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, like you were fighting to stay asleep. Peter couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Come on, wake up,” he tried again, “(y/n), time to wake up.”
“No,” you whined.
He smiled, “Yes, come on, wake up.”
You whined again and started rocking your hips harder against his. One of your hands reached between your legs but Peter was quick to grab it and bring it back to your stomach. He pressed a couple of quick kisses to your neck before pressing his lips to your ear again.
“(y/n) wake up,” he spoke louder this time, and it was just enough to break the sleeping spell you were under.
Your eyes fluttered open and you mumbled, “Peter?”
“I got you,” he pressed another kiss to your neck, “Were you having a good dream baby?”
You flushed, “Yeah, it was pretty nice.”
“Seemed like it, you were grinding on my leg and making all these pretty noises,” he pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth, “Tell me about it, tell me what we were doing.”
Your lips curled to a lazy smile, “I don’t know if I remember right now, maybe you can jog my memory?”
He grinned and started to rock his hips against yours, directing you to grind on him the same way you had been, “Is that helping?”
“Hmm,” you pretended to be thinking hard while he started kissing your neck, “It started with us on the beach.”
“The beach?” he hummed against your skin.
You nodded, “Yeah, the beach, and the sun was going down.”
“Sounds romantic,” he said, dragging a hand down towards your core, barely grazing the edge of your underwear.
“It was very romantic. We were playing at the edge of the water and we decided to sit down and watch the sunset,” you bit your lips as his hand dipped into your underwear, “But we started kissing instead, and then you-” you gasped suddenly as he ran a finger over your wet folds.
“Keep going,” he ordered.
“You started kissing my neck,” you screwed your eyes shut, struggling to call the exact details of the dream, “Then you untied my bikini top…”
“That sounds fun,” he purred, circling your clit with his finger, “I bet I can guess what’s next,” his free hand pushed up your shirt, pinching one of your bare nipples.
You whimpered and nodded, rocking your hips even harder against his leg, “Yeah, and then you started taking off my bottoms.”
“Did I take off mine too?”
You shook your head, “No, you were just using your hands…”
“Like this?” he slipped a finger into you, you moaned loudly and grabbed his wrist.
“Yeah, sort of like that, except you were using two,” you were breathing heavier and heavier with every move he made.
“I see,” he added a second finger and curled them in you.
You gasped again and he returned his thumb to your clit. Peter was happy to work you up, loving the way you squeezed his fingers and rocked against him. He had grown hard too, but he only cared about getting you off. He continued to rock his hips against you and kiss and suck at your neck. You started panting as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, as much as Peter wanted to get you off he couldn’t resist teasing just a little.
His movements started to slow and you whined, “No.”
“You stopped telling me about your dream,” he nibbled at your earlobe while he spoke, “I wanna hear about the ending.”
“I didn’t reach the ending, you woke me up,” you whined.
“Make something up then.”
You bit your lip, trying desperately to think of something, “W-Well you’d probably keep going,” you sighed in relief when he picked up speed again, “And you’d start talking.”
“And what would I say?”
“T-That I was a good girl,” you groaned, his fingers curled into you perfectly. You were nearly overwhelmed with pleasure, it was hard to think of the things he usually said to you, “Probably ask if I felt good.”
“No, I’d ask if I was making you feel good,” he corrected.
“You are Peter, it feels so good,” you reached back to lace a hand in his hair, “I-I’m so close Peter, please.”
“Gonna cum on my fingers good girl?” he cooed, “Tell me how I would have got you there baby.”
“Y-You would pinch my nipple a little harder,” you stuttered, “A-And go a little faster.”
He did exactly as you said, pinching your nipple a bit harder and moving his fingers faster. You continued to rock your hips against his leg, moving faster and harder against him as you tried to get yourself off. The combination of his thigh and fingers was overwhelming. You could feel he was rock hard against you, obviously turned on by the way you were clenching around him.
“I want you to finish on my fingers baby,” Peter purred, “I bet that’s how your dream would have ended, with you falling apart for me.”
“Peter,” you moaned loudly, “Please, please.”
“Are you gonna cum for me baby? You gonna make a mess all over my thigh?”
You nodded eagerly, “Yes, please, I wanna cum for you Peter.”
“Cum for me then, be a good girl for me,” he nipped at your neck.
The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter before suddenly bursting.
“Peter,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you came around him.
Peter worked you through your high, smiling wide as you pulsed around his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers from you and let you roll onto your back. You smiled lazily up at him and pulled him down for a quick kiss.
“That was much better than the dream,” you complimented.
He chuckled, “Good, I’m glad,” he laid at your side with a big smile, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you cooed back, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay away, I really tried to.”
“It’s alright, at least you were dreaming about me.”
You giggled, “I always do.”
“Yeah, me too,” he stared adoringly back at you.
“Really?” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in close, “Why don’t you tell me about some of your dreams then?” your eyes flickered down to the tent in his pants.
“You don’t have to, we can just go back to sleep if you want,” he insisted, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“I want to,” you dragged a hand down his chest, “Come on Peter, tell me about your dirty dreams.”
He hummed, pretending to debate it before his lips curled to a smile, “Okay.”
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jahayla-parker · 1 year
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Hey 💜💙 I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader fanfic with #19 from the kissing prompt list? The scenario can be that Tom and the reader are in a secret relationship because the reader is his personal assistant. Tom and reader have had sex before with other people in prior relationships but this will be their first time with each other so this will start with kissing and end with a good amount of smut if that makes sense at all lol
Getting Personal: Tom Holland x Reader Smut
Description: 13.5k wc smut where Tom falls for his personal assistant y/n and the heat between them is palpable but he struggles given their professional relationship.
Warnings: 18+ smut content, jealousy, p in v, unprotected sex, riding, mentions of orgasm, cum, masterbation, etc. teasing, and similar sexual content.
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“So Tom here are the posters you need to sign for the fans” y/n says, setting the papers down on his desk as he looks up from his script.
As she pulls back, her hand brushes against his bare arm, sparks shooting through her as a result.
Tom seems to feel it as well as he tenses but smiles up at her as she stands behind him.
“Thank you y/n, do you mind grabbing me a new sharpie for them?” He asks kindly.
“Do I even want to know what you did with the last one?” She laughs, shaking her head as she walks to the door.
Tom secretly watches her hips as she walks away from him and mentally yells at himself for fantasizing about his personal assistant.
“Harry lost this one, I swear” Tom defended, making her laugh again before exiting the room.
“Girl” y/f/n gushes, coming up to her.
“Hmm?” Y/n asks already knowing where it was heading.
“You’ve gotta act on this. Look at the dumb grin on your face each time you leave his office” y/f/n smirks.
Y/n rolls her eyes, “there’s nothing to act on”.
“He can’t stop staring at you regardless of where we are, gives you secret smiles across the room, always checks to see your thoughts on projects you have no business giving input on, and you’re saying there’s nothing there?” Y/f/n groans, following y/n to the supply closet.
“That’s what I’m saying, yes” y/n says as she hides her now red cheeks behind the shelf.
“So oblivious” y/f/n scoffs before walking back to whatever she should actually be working on.
“Tom?” Y/n asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
He shook his head rapidly as he began blinking to stop staring at her, “sorry”.
She giggled and shook her head, “it’s okay, are you alright?”.
“No” he admits, sighing.
“What is it? What do you need me to do?” She asked quickly.
“It’s not that….I'm afraid I can no longer keep this professional situation going” he muttered.
“Oh” she whispers, “okay. What did I do though? If it was because I came in three minutes late last Wednesday, I-“.
Tom smirked and shook his head as she rambled an explanation due to misunderstanding his statement.
He grinned to himself as she tucked her hair behind her ear as she continued talking.
Tom felt a strong pull and instantly wrapped his arms around her waist to get her closer.
He looked down at her now closed lips before looking back into her eyes to see if she was okay with where this was going.
When he felt assured she wasn’t against it, he pressed his lips against her’s softly.
Tom smiled as he felt her lips start moving in sync with his after a few seconds of surprise.
He rested his forehead on her’s when they pulled back.
She blinked slowly up at him, “You kissed me."
"You kissed me back” Tom pointed out with a smirk.
“And I'm not here to apologize." She smirked back, tangling one hand in his hair.
“You need to stop doing that” he purrs, closing his eyes.
“Hmm, why?” She asked, and while he hadn’t opened his eyes yet he could hear her teasing tone as he tightened her hold on his hair.
“I think I wanna do a little more than just kiss” he admitted with a groan.
Before y/n could respond, there was a knock at the door, making the pair separate instantly.
Tom rubbed the back of his neck as he walked to answer it.
“No, no, let me. It’s my job “ y/n laughed nervously, desperately trying to find ways to ensure the guest didn’t know what had happened seconds before.
“Oh, Uhh.. right “ Tom agreed, sitting back at his desk.
Y/n straightened herself out before she opened the door and let Tom’s brother Harry in, offering him a kind welcome.
From that day on, y/n decided she had the upper hand and would utilize it.
It was not her first rodeo teasing men with their desire, so she knew just what to do.
As she walked into his office again, she smirked as she saw him reading his script.
He looked up and gave her a shy smile before going back to reading.
She sat down in her chair across from him, making minimally provocative sounds as she rubbed her neck as if it hurt.
Tom glanced up from his script as he tightened his grip on the packet.
He forced himself to focus back on the next line he had to memorize.
But he soon found himself distracted yet again as y/n moaned as she stretched.
“Y/n” Tom warned, seeing the teasing shine in her eyes.
She raised an eyebrow at him In feigned innocence as she raised her arm to stretch more.
As she moved her arm across her body, it pressed her breasts up further, exposing more skin, as she made another moaning sound.
Tom glared as his grip crumpled the edges of the papers in his hands, “Would you be quiet? l'm trying to work"
“I’m not doing anything Tom “ she said quietly.
He rolled his eyes, “don’t tease me”.
“I would never do that” she scoffed with a faint smirk as she let him get back to reading his script.
“Are you ready?” Y/n asked, stepping into his office as she tugged her dress down a bit.
“Yeah, I just need to g-“ Tom choked, his eyes widening as he faced her.
He couldn’t hide the way his eyes lowered to her chest, then to the slit leading from her thigh to her hip, then back to her lips.
“I'II take it that you like what you see” y/n winks, spinning so he can see the low cut back.
Heavily breathing, Tom whispers “I am not affected..."
Y/n giggles, walking to him and placing her arms on his chest, “no?”
Tom glares at her before he caves and pulls her to him, his lips aggressively moving against her’s.
He pulls back suddenly, his eyes scanning her features, “Do you want to do this?”
Instead of responding, she simply pulls him against her, her lips passionately pressing on his as she licks his bottom lip.
When they pull back, y/n smirks at him, “not affected huh?”.
He groans, looking away from her eyes, “fine, I’ll admit the dress is making this hard.”
“This or you?” She teases, biting her lip.
“Ha. Ha. You know, I would prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you” he admits, his hand resting on the dress material right above the slit on her hip.
She bites her lip harder as she stares at him, unable to speak.
"I can't wait until we're done with this event. There are so many things I want to do to you right now” he mumbles, eyes tracing her body again.
“Y/n?” Tom grinned, as she silently stared at him.
“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind” she whispers.
Tom chuckled, pulling her hip closer to him and leaning down to press a teasing kiss to her neck just below her ear., “Want to find out what we can get away with before someone comes looking for us?"
She took a shaky breath, “I will get in trouble if you’re not on time”.
Tom hummed, interlocking his hands behind her back, “fairly certain I will not get you in trouble love”.
“No trouble? Not even a little?” She teased, licking her lips and playing with his tie.
“You know l'm holding back from fucking you over this desk, don't push your luck” he grumbled, pressing his face into her collar bone.
She ran her hand down his chest with her bottom lip in between her teeth.
Tom groaned, grabbing her hand with his, “Stop being so hot please, l'm trying to get my work done”.
She chuckled, stepping back to give him some room, “Says the one who was just trying to get me to allow him to skip the event”.
Tom sighed, “You said the fans won’t be there for another hour yes ?”
Y/n nodded, playing with the necklace resting just above her bust.
“Well if we won't be missed for awhile, we should take advantage of that." Tom winked, stepping closer to her.
Tom’s hands went around her again, this time grasping her hips as he lifted her slightly off the ground.
She gasped and clung to him as he carried her to his couch.
Tom gently laid her down before hovering over her.
Y/N’s eyes lowered to his button up shirt, her fingers playfully toying with the buttons.
Tom dipped his head and began placing open mouthed kisses along her neck.
He started at the bottom, just above her collar bone and worked his way up, savoring the feeling of her skin and scent of her perfume.
Y/n began unbuttoning his dress shirt just as his lips pressed on a sensitive spot just below her earlobe.
Tom smirked against her skin as he felt her body twitch under him and a small gasp left her lips.
He opened his mouth more and began to suck on the tender point.
“T—Tom” she moaned, tugging on his hair to pull him back before he could leave a mark.
However, that only made him even more turned on, his lips now buzzing against her skin as he hummed.
As his cold fingers pushed up the hem of her dress, he lifted his gaze to look at her face.
He nearly moaned as he saw the lust in her eyes, “love, your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."
Y/n grinned and whispered “yes, now.”.
Tom smiled, holding her waist, “Turn over, love."
Y/n complied, Tom’s hands assisting her spin around.
Tom delicately lowered the zipper on her dress, his lips coating the newly bare skin.
“God, love, you’re so soft” he breathed against her skin.
Y/n smiled into the padding of the couch under her as Tom lowered the shoulder straps off of her body.
She reached back, her hand blindly finding his upper thigh.
Tom groaned, glancing down at her hand before going back to the task at hand.
Y/n stretched her arm until her hand cupped his bulge through his dress pants.
He moaned loudly and dove his head down to her shoulder, his lips pressing hard against her upper spine.
“Shhh, you gotta be quiet or we're gonna get caught" y/n warned, moving her fingers to undo his zipper.
Tom quickly helped in removing his pants, lowering them enough to be out of her way before towering over her again.
He gasped as she blindly searched his waist for the hem of his underwear, her soft fingers tickling his skin, “I want you. Now”.
She smirked into the couch, before spinning around to stare up at him.
“Settle” she teased, rubbing his hip before slipping her fingers between his underwear and bare skin.
Tom growled lowly as she stroked his length, twisting her fingers to squeeze his balls.
He threw his head back in pleasure, his eyes closed as he moaned her name.
“Feel good?” She asked, letting the tips of her fingers dance along his already twitching tip.
He moaned again, looking back down to smile at her.
“How good?” She asked, licking her hand before wrapping it around his length and sliding up and down.
Tom gritted his teeth as he tried to be quiet, “fuck, reality is even better than my dreams”.
“You’ve dreamt of this?” She questioned, massaging random spots.
Tom was certain his face somehow became even more flushed at the confession but nodded, “of us. All the damn time, I just- ahh”.
Y/n smirked, her own cheeks brightening, “and this is better Hmm?”
“Still just as damn gorgeous as always” he hummed, his hand lowering to her waist as he finally came back around to the task at hand.
“But- hhhhh- your hand feels much better than my own” he admitted, smirking as y/n blushed over the idea of him masterbating to the idea of her.
Tom grinned wickedly as y/n moaned when his pointer and middle fingers suddenly pushed past her underwear and dipped into her.
“Quiet, baby, the others will hear." Tom teased, his fingers roaming her walls gently.
“Please, keep going!" She begged, squeezing his length as her body convulsed faintly.
Tom moaned and felt himself twitch in her palm but complied with her wishes, pressing slightly harder against her as he trailed every inch inside her.
He noticed her smirk disappearing as she gave in to the feeling, her hand slowly sliding down his erected penis.
Tom decided to take advantage of this and flip the situation on her, hoping to make her feel as desperate as he had been with all of her teasing as of late.
“Is it good when I touch you here?” He whispered, his voice deeper as he danced his fingers over a warm patch inside her.
She closed her eyes and nodded faintly, hips lifting to his hand.
“Or maybe here?" He asked, turning his finger to the side and prompting her leg to shake slightly.
She hummed, prying her eyes open to look at him lazily, “d-don’t stop”.
Tom nodded with a wink, slowly pushing another finger into her.
He licked his lips as her hips bucked upwards against his hand, “stay still, don't move your hips."
She groaned, “I c-can’t Tom. I need more”.
Tom nodded, glancing at her questioningly.
Once she nodded back, he pulled his fingers out easily due to her arousal.
Tom drunkenly glanced up at her before he brought his fingers to his mouth, seductively licking her arousal off of him.
She fluttered her eyes as she smirked up at him.
“Shit, you taste amazing” he complimented, his eyes unconsciously dropping down to her exposed core, “I want it. I want to taste you."
Y/n hummed, as he peered back up at her for permission she dragged her eyes slowly from his face to her waist.
Tom grinned excitedly and quickly lowered his face until his nose was pressed just above her mound.
He felt his heart beating out of his chest as he rubbed her thigh comfortingly before his tongue slid down her throbbing lips.
“I knew you looked good enough to eat” he mumbled against her.
“Thomas, you take any longer and I'II do it myself” she groaned, her hip twitching as his breath teased her skin.
His wide eyes flashed up to hers before he smirked and complied, his tongue finding her entrance.
Tom hummed as his tastebuds became coated in her.
She clenched at the vibration from his pleasure and tugged on his hair.
He moaned into her, causing her to buck her hips again.
Tom firmly set his hands in her hips and pushed them back to the couch, his words muted from their proximity to her skin but never less demanding, “don’t move”.
His tongue danced around her as deep as it could reach.
As she got comfortable, Tom moved his left hand towards her chest.
He squeezed her breasts through her bra, pleased by her shared moaning.
She kept her hips in place but hooked her legs around his shoulders, using her legs to pull him closer to her center.
Tom chuckled to himself, bringing his right hand up and pressing his thumb onto her clit.
Y/n gasped loudly, slamming her hand over her mouth.
“Ahh, you like it when I fuck you like this?” He asked, pulling his mouth back to breathe.
She nodded faintly, staring at the ceiling.
“Yeah you do” he agreed, rolling his thumb in a circle, feeling her clit harden slightly in arousal.
Y/n all but screamed into her own hands, Tom smiling proudly as he watched her swollen core drip onto the couch below them.
Tom left his hands where they were but contorted his body so he could kiss her lips quickly, “what pretty noises you're making for me... am I making you feel good?"
“Tom, no one's ever touched me like this, fuck” she cried out, reaching one hand towards his waist.
He felt an immense amount of pleasure and pride at her statement, his head lowering back down to her until the tip of his tongue replaced his hand on her clit.
“Fuck- T-Too-Tooomm” she moaned against her palm, scratching at his back with her free hand.
Tom groaned, palming her warm labia.
“I need you” she muttered, tangling her hand in his hair.
Tom nodded, leaning up from her waist enough to speak, “I’m here”.
“No, not enough” she argued, pushing him back slightly.
Tom slid back, looking at her in confusion.
She grinned and placed her arms behind her to push herself up slightly, before reaching for his waist and tugging him to her.
Tom smiled but bit his lip, “I do-don’t have a-“.
She nodded, “I’m on the pill. And, I trust you”.
Tom nodded, hands resting on her hips once again as he lined himself up.
Once he heard her whispered approval as he stared at her, he desperately slid himself in.
He moaned as her tight walls opened enough to let his girth inside, “you feel so good!"
Y/n tried to giggle but it came out more as a grunt from the pressure her lower half was under.
“Are you okay baby?” Tom asked, restricting himself from entering her further until he knew she was okay.
She nodded, “jus-…ahh”.
Tom stroked her cheek, tilting her gaze towards him, “need me to stop?”.
Y/n shook her head, taking a deep breath and Tom felt her walls loosen around him but he stayed frozen until he was sure.
“You’re, yo-you’re just big Tom” she praised, hand pressed against his chest.
Tom closed his eyes and squeezed her ass with his right hand as he moaned, thanking her for the compliment.
Y/n knew he always enjoyed getting praise, so it wasn’t surprising to learn he did in fact have a praise kink in the bedroom too.
She grinned innocently up at his heavenly sculpted face, her arm aggressively dragging his waist towards her, shoving his erection further into her, “it’s incredible”.
Tom was certain he was going to die in that moment.
He’d been dreaming of this moment for longer than he’d ever openly admit.
But the way she felt was far better than anything his mind could have imagined.
She tasted so unbelievably delicious, making him crave her instantly.
And the way she would take control when he practically melted in her arms only made him even more aroused.
Not to mention that he noticed she’d picked up on his praise kink, already driving him wild.
He threw his head back so far the back of it touched the base of his neck.
“I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot." Tom admitted when he came back around, his eyes instantly finding her face.
He wanted to just freeze the moment, being able to feel her while taking in every beautiful detail of her face.
Y/n smirked, and opened her mouth to say something but only gasped loudly as Tom pressed himself on her until he was completely inside her.
Tom moaned as her walls clenched around him shakingly, her frantic legs moving so much it drove him upwards a little.
As she tilted her head backwards in ecstasy, Tom dove and began sucking on the sweet spot he found minutes before.
She circled her hips against him, moving his dick with her as she let him have his way with her neck until she felt a bruise might be forming from the suction.
“Tom” she moaned, nails digging into his back as he hit her favorite spot.
Tom moaned back, his hands playing with her buttcheeks as he pushed into her more; all without stopping the suction on her neck.
“Y-you’re going to- fuck-“ she breathed, intentionally clenching her walls around his length and grinning as he moaned so loud she could hear it despite his mouth being covered by her neck.
“You’re going to leave a mark” y/n warned, dragging her nails across his sweaty chest.
“Mmmm” he nodded, sucking harder.
“I want to give you a hickey” Tom explained, licking her skin to relive some of the pain he figured she’d feel.
“So everyone can see how I feel about you” he added quietly, his arms firmly pulling her ass towards him, her hips slamming upwards into his.
They both moaned loudly, forgetting they needed to stay quiet.
Y/n shook her head, politely pushing his head from her neck, “we have an event tonight”.
Tom shrugged, a side smile and wink being sent her way.
Y/n rolled her eyes, “people will talk. Besides, it’s my turn”.
Tom sighed at her argument but lifted an eyebrow at her last remark.
She grinned and lowered her hips, shoving him off of her by his chest.
Tom’s back hit the edge of the couch, his arms slamming into the seat to stable himself.
As his eyes widened and he licked his lips, y/n stood up and walked to that end of the couch.
Tom’s eyes traced her entire body, his length twitching against his stomach as he waited to her next move.
She grinned down at him, towering over him and giving him a soft kiss which he desperately followed, his head moving towards her as she pulled back.
She reached over and grabbed his underwear from the floor, flirtingly tossing it back at him with an evil smirk.
His mouth dropped and he audibly scoffed.
“We have to get going” she winked, grabbing his pants next.
Tom growled, reaching for her, “Get back down here, we're not done yet."
Y/n chuckled and bit her lip to suppress the moan trying to escape her lips at his orders.
She turned to look at him, more than pleased by the desperation in his eyes as he laid there before her in the corner of the couch in his office.
Never did she think she’d be in this situation.
Sure she’d been with other coworkers before, but not Tom- her boss- and not in his office.
She wished for this many times, but never imagined he’d be sitting there looking so drunk off of her and like he’d give her the world if she asked for it.
She bent down, her ass just out of reach, as she put her heels back on after having kicked them off earlier.
Y/n watched his eyes plead with her as he palmed himself aggressively, his facial muscles struggling to keep an authoritative expression.
As she rose back to standing, she licked her lips and strutted closer to him.
She stopped just before him, smirking at his eyes snapped to her’s and silently screamed for her.
She kneeled over his waist on the couch, her calves pressed against his outer thighs as her feet and heels dangled loosely off the edge.
Tom moaned, rubbing himself so hard the skin burned.
Y/n smirked again and tore his hand away from himself, “that’s not your’s”.
Tom eyes froze and stared at her as his hands reached for her waist.
She curves both hands around his swollen dick, one thumb rubbing the tip and the other rubbing his base.
Tom whimpers under her touch, his back pressing into the couch cushion more.
Y/n proudly smiles to herself before tilting her head down and kissing his collar bone, her fingers still pleasingly teasing him.
Tom rested his head against the couch and closed his eyes, squeezing the couch material in his fists.
Y/n lowered her head in a tauntingly slow pace, Tom visibly squirming for more friction.
She moved one hand from his dick to his thigh, holding him in place.
“Faster! Please, let me cum!" He begged, cupping her face as her tongue danced between his tense abdominal muscles.
She smirked against his chest, twisting her hand that was still on his cock, “soon”.
Tom moaned, throwing his head back again as she tasted more of his chest while his hands tangled in her hair.
He nearly jumped out of his seat as she placed an open mouthed kiss against the skin just above his dick still in her hand.
His eyes shot open and he bit his lip hard as he looked down at her, not wanting to beg her to suck him off, especially this early into their real-whatever this was to her.
However, he could have sang her praises when he noticed she was already planning on doing that.
She licked her lips as she examined his cock, his sperm already dripping faintly from the tip in anticipation.
Y/n hummed, peering up at him as she slid off his lap and onto the floor, her hand moving to pull his hips towards the edge of the couch.
Tom eagerly scooted his butt to the edge of the couch, his legs opening wider as her hands trailed up his inner thighs.
Y/n looked at him through her eyelashes before licking her lips again and looking back down.
Tom moaned louder than he recalled ever having done before as her swollen lips surrounded his cock.
His hands found her hair again but he tried to hold back from tugging her closer to him, wanting her to take whatever time she needed to adjust.
Y/n resisted the urge to gag as she pressed her head into his lap further, his dick hitting her tonsils aggressively.
Her lips quivered slightly but she quickly recovered, her tongue licking lines up his length as she pursed her lips together.
Tom moaned, slamming his face into the cushion beside his head to silence himself.
Y/n laughed, the action shaking his cock in her mouth, making him moan again, his hands tearing at her hair now.
She pursed her lips into a tighter hold, sucking in air, his cock throbbing against her tongue as Tom sank into his seat.
“You like that?” She asked, pulling back just as she felt he’d cum.
Tom assertively nodded, stroking her cheekbone, “so damn much darling”.
Y/n smiled proudly, her fingers trailing over his wet lap teasingly.
“Mmm, come on love” he begged, his eyes heavy
“I like you begging” she admitted, Tom groaning as he pulled her closer by the grip he still had on her hair.
“Open your mouth for me, baby" he asked, tilting her head towards his lap.
She looked up at him, her mouth wide open.
Tom groaned and shook his head at her painful teasing, “fuck, please”.
Y/n laughed at him but nodded, her hand moving his dick until it was in the spot she wanted.
Without any further warning or teasing, Tom found himself in her mouth again.
He moaned as she let her tongue explore him as her hands held his testicles.
When she began bobbing her head, her lips and suction moving around his dick fearlessly, he felt himself tense.
“Love, I’m.. I’m going - darling-“ he rambled, incoherently.
But y/n knew what he was trying to say and nodded, her head not leaving his trembling cock as she began sucking harder.
Tom leaned back as he let himself relax knowing she was okay with him cumming in her mouth.
However, he soon desired to be able to watch her pretty face suck him off; and found himself pushing himself up enough to see her.
She lifted her head, her lips moving to the top of his dick and let just the edge of her teeth glance over his tip before aggressively slamming her mouth back down his length.
Tom moaned loudly, his previously broken record shattering as he felt the most intense orgasm take over his body.
He let himself explode inside of her mouth, pleasantly impressed as she simply licked it from his cock without choking.
Tom hummed as she swallowed around him, his hands holding her hair again, this time pulling it out of her face so he could see her.
“Holy fuck y/n” he praised as she finished licking him clean.
She grinned at him as she rocked herself back from his open lap, licking the few drops of his semen from her lips without breaking eye contact.
Tom shook his head, his heart beating out of control, “god you’re amazing”.
She winked, “thank you, Sir.”
Tom froze at the nickname leaving her mouth, his grip in her hair tightening in reaction.
Y/n noticed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, “amazing enough for a raise?”
Tom saw the playful look in her eyes but nodded affirmatively, “whatever raise you’d like, fuuuck”.
Y/n laughed loudly, standing up with a shake of her head, “how about we get to that event Hmm?”.
Tom furrowed his eyebrows at her as he watched her grab her underwear from the floor.
“You didn’t cum yet” he stated simply, pushing himself off the couch.
She shrugged, stepping into her panties as she tried to reassure him “I did have an orgasm though, so it was better than most hookups”.
“Hey” Tom whispered, spinning her around by her waist.
She finished raising her underwear before looking up into his eyes and nodding.
“Love, you know this-“ he said, looking around the room, rubbing his neck shyly.
“Tom, it’s okay, it doesn’t have to mean anything” she told him, his lips curving into a frown.
“What?” He asked, grabbing ahold of her wrist.
“This isn’t my first one night stand Tom” she giggled, kissing his cheek, “I know it doesn’t mean anything to you. It’s not a big deal”.
Tom wanted to scoff and pull her to him, kissing her until she understood just how wrong she was.
Instead he sighed, scolding himself for acting on his feelings so primally that she misinterpreted what the moment meant to him.
He had wanted to ask her out and take it slow, letting her have time to be comfortable dating her “boss”.
But when she walked into his office the way she did, he couldn’t think clearly any more.
She smiled at him softly and kissed his cheek again as she stepped back and grabbed her dress.
Tom stood frozen as he watched her slide the dress back on, the material instantly clinging to her body.
His mouth watered but he swallowed and opened his mouth to try and explain.
However, she spoke before he could, “can you zip me?”.
Tom nodded slowly, carefully sliding the zipper up from her tailbone.
“Wait, one more” y/n giggled, wiping the tissue against Tom’s neck as she removed another lipstick stain.
Tom silently let her work, his frown still present.
Once she knew he looked fine and there were no more signs of their scandalous behavior on his body, y/n stepped back and sighed.
“Why are you so pouty?” She groaned, rolling her eyes, “if it wasn’t for your cum painting my esophagus earlier, I’d think you didn’t enjoy what we did”.
Tom blushed deeply, “it’s just… you… you didn’t-“.
“Cum? I know, you said that already Tom” she laughed, “but again, I’m fine. Besides, I promise if that changes I’m more than capable of taking care of myself later”.
Tom shook his head in frustration over the fact she misread what he was going to say but then scoffed as he realized her second statement.
“If that happens, I deserve the chance to make up for it” he argued, “let me take care of you if that happens”.
“There’s nothing to make up for Holland” she rolled her eyes, resting her hands on his chest as she adjusted his tie, “most guys don’t make me cum”.
“Your boyfriends have never-?” Tom gasped, looking into her eyes to see if she was simply trying to make him feel better.
She shrugged with a small laugh, “they have Tom. Never thought I’d have this conversation with you, but yes my exes… well, most of them, have made me cum at some point. I just meant it’s not that often”.
Tom huffed, “then they need to be putting in more effort. You deserve-“.
A knock came from the door, making both of them freeze.
“Tom? Y/n? What’s taking so long? The guests are waiting” Tom’s friend Harrison shouted through the locked office door.
“Coming!” Y/n assured him, dropping Tom’s tie into place and stepping back.
“Well that’s ironic” Tom joked, grabbing her hand.
Y/n gasped and smacked his arm, shaking her head as a small laugh left her lips.
Tom smiled and pressed his lips to her temple, “one last thing before we go”.
She paused and turned to him in confusion.
“You really do look divine y/n” he complemented, squeezing her hand.
She cursed herself for actually blushing over the compliment given what they’d just finished doing.
Tom smiled and tugged her towards the door.
“Mate, god, could you stop for like one day?” Harrison groaned, shaking his head at Tom.
“Stop what?” Tom asked, glancing over at his friend.
“Eye-fucking her” Haz laughed, nodding towards y/N’s direction as she talked to one of the guests.
“I-I’m not eye fucking her Harrison” Tom defended.
Harrison rolled his eyes, “the hell you’re not. Mate, you’ve had a crush on her forever. You’ve been in love with her for at least a few months now, everyone can see it”.
“Really?” Tom asked, his eyes darting back to y/n, his heart speeding up as Kolby put his hand on her back.
Kolby was one of the guys Tom knew y/n had seen.
He wasn’t sure if they dated, her never wanting to discuss such matters in the office, but he knew they’d at least been together.
Tom knew he shouldn’t care, especially since he had now been with her as well.
But Tom wanted more than that.
He wanted to be the last one she was with, the only one she was with.
Tom knew this much to be true even before tonight.
But she made it clear she did not see tonight’s events the same way he did.
So all he could do was toss back his drink as he tried to calm himself down.
“Yes really. Fuck even when I point it out, you don’t stop staring” Haz laughed, shoving Tom’s shoulder.
“Everyone can tell?” Tom clarified, his heart pounding in anticipation.
“Duh” his friend teased.
“Even… even y/n?” Tom asked, breaking his eye contact with the scene across the room from him.
Harrison stopped laughing and set his hand on Tom’s shoulder, “mate, I don’t know. Probably, I don’t see how she couldn’t by now”.
Tom shook his head, “I need a drink”.
Harrison sighed, stepping around his friend to block him from moving, “you’re already drunk off y/n, so nice try”.
Tom groaned, his eyes flickering to y/n across the room; her smiling as she looked his way.
He forced a kind smile in return but it fell instantly as Kolby dropped his hand lower on her back as she talked to some woman.
“Mate” Harrison laughed, waving his hand in front of Tom’s face as his eyes traced where he was looking.
“We-we-“ Tom muttered, his conscious stopping him from confessing, but his predicament and lack of focus fighting to blurt it out.
“You what? Tom just make a move, she’s probably interested in you too. Just ask her out” Harrison encouraged.
“I can’t “ he argued, the tension in his chest doubling as Kolby’s hand dropped to y/N’s ass.
Harrison began talking but Tom’s attention was stuck on y/n.
He watched as y/n turned to Kolby with a confused look on her face, politely stepping out of his embrace until his hand wasn’t on her butt anymore.
Tom smirked to himself as Kolby froze in surprise.
However, Kolby wasn’t giving up.
So he moved forward when the woman they were talking to left, his hands grabbing y/N’s hips.
Even from across the room, Tom could see Kolby’s thumb intentionally resting on the exposed skin of her thigh.
Y/N’s eyes flickered as she looked back to where she last saw Tom, her eyes locking on his before she faced Kolby and picked his fingers off from her.
“Excuse me” Tom murmured, moving in her direction, not having heard any of Harrison’s comments.
“Mate!” Harrison laughed, blocking him again, “just ask her out so you two can date already”.
Tom glanced over and saw y/n was okay and back to talking with guests so he returned his focus to Harrison.
“You said you think everyone knows, even her” Tom sighed, “if that’s true… I already know her answer”.
“Shit Tom, why the low confidence?” Haz scoffed.
Tom shook his head, he wasn’t having low confidence.
In fact, he felt on top of the world after the moment earlier.
Especially considering it had been with y/n.
But despite his confidence, he allowed himself to realize if Haz were correct, she only wanted to sleep with him.
If she knew Tom liked her the way he did and was interested in him the same way, she wouldn’t have called their lovemaking a one night stand.
“Thomas” Harrison complained.
“We slept together” Tom blurted causing Harrison’s eyes to nearly spike up to his hairline in shock.
“Shit, tonight huh?” Harrison grinned, “that’s what you looked so happy about this event! You weren’t happy, you were satisfied”.
Tom growled but nodded, “but she called it a one night stand”.
Harrison sighed and nodded slowly, scratching his neck, “oh… geez… I’m sorry mate…”
Tom bit his lip and sighed, “it’s fine. Don’t get me wrong, I love that she even looked at me that way… I just…”.
“Wanted more” haz concluded for him.
Tom nodded once in agreement, letting his eyes roam to where she was, “so much more”.
“I mean normally one has to push their mates to keep finding ways to try and hook up with someone, but since you’ve already done that” haz smirked, earning a shoulder punch from Tom, “in this case I’m going to push you to keep trying to get her to be interested”.
Tom glares at him protectively, “I’m not going to force her to date me and I’m certainly not going to trick her into it or into being into me”.
Haz smirked at Tom’s sudden change of tone, glad he wasn’t sulking anymore, “just saying you should let her know how you feel”.
Tom stared at Harrison silently.
“I know, but maybe she didn’t see it the way everyone else did. Maybe she just thought you wanted to simply sleep with her” haz shrugged, glancing over at y/n, “can you blame her? Most of the guys here want to get with her just to say they did”.
Tom grumbled to himself and while Haz couldn’t make out what he said, he was sure it was something about y/n being worth more than the sexual target of the office complex.
It wouldn’t be the first time he made such a remark, Harrison often laughing and positioning out they were in an office building with a ton of stuck up celebrities and their assistants so it shouldn’t be a surprise.
“How about a drink for confidence?” Haz asked, grabbing a glass from the waiter who roamed by them.
Tom took the glass from him, tossing it back and letting the alcohol burn his throat.
He sighed as he realized he could still taste her, so much so he could hardly taste the alcohol; as if his mind was stuck on every lingering detail of her.
“Okay” Tom mumbled, shaking his hands loose at his side’s nervously.
“Hey Tom…” y/n whispered, appearing behind him, Haz smirking at Tom as he turned around.
“Y/n, love, you alright?” He asked, setting his glass down on the nearby table and reaching for her hand.
She smiled softly, raising her hands until he grabbed ahold of them both and squeezed.
Tom stared at her silently, looking over her stressed features as he allowed her time to breathe before explaining why she looked so worried.
“I’m okay, I…” she mumbled, glancing behind Tom’s shoulder at Harrison.
Haz got the hint and smirked as he shuffled out of the area when Tom followed her eyesight.
“What is it?” Tom asked, tugging on her hands so she stood closer to him.
She glanced up at him before hesitantly letting go of his hands and snaking one arm around his waist.
He watched intently as she looked up at him for approval as to if she was okay.
They’d been closer than colleagues before tonight, practically best friends, minus the big secret desire between them.
So this behavior wouldn’t be unusual to the guests present but Tom suspected she was uncertain where they stood after what happened a few hours ago.
He nodded and smiled down at her, his hand softly resting on the covered area of her hip as she relaxed into his side.
“Did you tell Makayla?” Y/n asked lowly, biting her lip.
Tom shook his head instantly, “course not, why?”
Y/n glanced across the room towards the woman in question who was about a year older than y/n.
Y/n knew that Tom and Makayla had slept together at some point in the last year, and suspected the woman’s behavior towards her tonight was out of jealousy after hearing what y/n had done.
“Love? Are you alright?” Tom asked, rubbing her hip calmingly.
“Sorry, yeah” she laughed breathily, “it’s just Jake and her are being assholes more than normal tonight”.
Tom glared over in the direction of the two in question, his hold on y/N’s waist tightening and pulling her closer unintentionally.
Y/n felt her heart surge at the behavior, mentally questioning if it meant he cared for her more than just a one night silt and or if he was just being possessive after this evening.
“What happened?” Tom asked her, turning back to look at y/n.
“Jake hasn’t left me alone tonight, being far more interruptive than normal” y/n rolled her eyes before looking over towards Makayla, “and she seemed jealous or something tonight is all”
Tom nodded, “there’s nothing between us. It was one drunken night after I lost that audition. That’s all, so I doubt it. She told me she is trying to make her way through the office”.
Y/n laughed loudly, covering her mouth with he free hand, making Tom smile.
“She actually said that to you?” She laughed.
Tom nodded and shrugged, “it’s fine, I didn’t have any feelings for her. But I’m just saying she’s not likely jealous about that, plus I didn’t say anything”.
“Hmm” y/n hummed “crazy she actually is doing that, whereas I have a few office flings over the years and suddenly I’m the office sl-“.
Tom stiffened, stepping back to stand in form of her, holding her in place before him as he looked into her eyes, “ don’t finish that”.
Y/n blushed but gave him a soft laugh and shrugged, “it’s what everyone thinks”.
“No it’s not. Not me” he argues, eyes staring into hers.
“Thanks Tom, but I don’t really care. Plus, it doesn’t say anything about you, even after tonight” she assured him, rubbing his bicep kindly.
Tom glares at her, removing his hands from her shoulders to cross his arms against his chest, “stop “.
Y/n raises an eyebrow at him, confused by his serious demeanor, “I promise. I’ve been with like two others here, most people know that but it just gives them something to gossip on without Makayla trying to slander them in revenge. But, it won’t taint your image or-“.
Tom groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, “my god. I don’t fucking care y/n”.
She froze and stared at him in shock, him never having used that kind of language with her in such a serious way.
He noticed her body language and sighed, dropping his arms to his side as he took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I just mean, I don’t care love. Okay? I’m pissed they’re gossiping about you, especially when I’m the one who slept with more people”.
Tom looked across the room, glaring at each of their semi-coworkers he suspected participated in the rumors.
He turned back to y/n, delicately grabbing one of her hands, “but I don’t care what it says about me. Even if it were true. I don’t care because I… tonight was….”.
Y/n looked at her heels and nodded slowly.
Tom felt hopeful it was a signal she misinterpreted his words, wanting to take it as a sign she was secretly disappointed when thinking he didn’t take tonight seriously.
As such just as she began to mumble something about understanding, Tom took a chance and held up one fingers pressing it against her lips.
Y/n slowly closed her lips, her top lip staining his finger red as her lip brushed against it.
Tom glanced around, hating there were so many people present for a moment he envisioned being private.
However as he looked back at her and saw the hope and fear fighting in her eyes, he ignored that thought.
“I was not done” Tom states, lowering his finger back down and tugging her closer with his other hand.
“I was going to say, I’m…” he took a deep breath, focusing his gaze on her eyes in an attempt to communicate his sincerity, “I’m in love with you. I was going to say tonight wasn’t just a hook up for me… or at least I hopped it wasn’t”.
Y/n froze in place her eyes boring into his as she took shallow breaths.
“I know it’s a lot. You don’t have to respond, nor do you need to feel the same” Tom mentioned, softening his hold on her hand.
“I apologize for making our profession relationship complicated and I.. oh god, I totally overstepped. I know I asked if you were consenting beforehand… but as your technical boss, I should’ve handled it differently “ Tom rambled, squeezing his eyes shut, “I mean I never saw myself as your boss, rather as a friend. I mean Haz is my friend and he was my personal assistant for awhile… oh fuck, I’m making this worse”.
Y/n pulled herself together as Tom kept rambling about him being sorry and that he should’ve made his feelings clear before sleeping with her and that he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable or violated.
She smiled as she digested his confession of being in love with her; shocked he felt the same way she had for months now.
“Tom” y/n whispered, Tom shutting up instantly and fearfully looking back at her.
“I’m in love with you too. Not because you’re my boss, but because you’re you” she admitted, slowly placing her hands on his chest so he could move away if he wanted.
Tom’s bottom jaw parted from his top jaw slightly before he broke into a wide smile as his cheeks reddened.
“Seriously?” He laughed, “shit I should’ve acted sooner then. I’ve been in hell for nearly a year”.
Y/n gasped, tugging on his tie to bring his face down to her level more, “a year?!”
Tom shyly looked away as she bit his lip.
Y/n smirked, pulling him the rest of the way to her by his waist, his chest now pressed against hers.
“Yes, you should’ve acted earlier” she whispered so lowly he struggled to hear her over the background music and surrounding conversations, slinging one arm over his shoulder.
Tom bit his lip aggressively, his hands on her waist as she pretended they were dancing but he knew better.
She smirked at him as she lowered one hand to his waistband, “I mean seriously, you had to keep me waiting this long?”
Tom chuckled, moving one hand to pull her head against his shoulder as he whispered into her ear, “I’ll make up for it”.
Y/n smiled into his shoulder, walking her fingers over the middle seem on Tom’s pants.
Tom moaned quietly into her ear, “easy now love”.
She shook her head against him, sliding one finger in between the flaps of fabric buttoned together over his crotch, “you love me, don’t you?”
“If you don't stop darling, I've no other choice but to take you right here and now against the wall there” he warned, looking to the closest wall.
Y/n lifted her head from his shoulder, slyly removing her finger from its place over his underwear.
She looked around and smiled at him before walking away.
Tom sighed, his eyes glued to her shifting hips and the way her ass moved as she strutted away from him.
He nearly headed her way when he saw Kolby approaching her.
Sure she admitted she was in love with Tom, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the idea of her ex being all over her.
However he stayed where he was when he saw Y/n shake her head, say something to him, and he sulked off.
Tom smiled to himself, burying his hands in his pockets as he waited to see why y/n left his side suddenly.
He laughed as she grabbed a brownie from the dessert table and spun back.
She grinned at him as she bit into the dessert on her way back.
Tom rolled his eyes playfully, removing his hands from his pockets and resting them on her hips when she was close enough.
Y/n shrugged, taking another bite and smirking as Tom stiffened when she licked the crumbs from her lips.
She spun the last bite in her fingers for a second, glancing up at a confused Tom.
She wiped the frosting off the top of the brownie, slowly chewing on the remainder.
Tom glared as she smirked at him knowing how hard he was getting already.
She began to lick the frosting from her finger teasingly before she ran the finger across his white dress shirt.
“Oh, I’m sorry” y/n smirked, “Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we go take it off?"
Tom smirked, his eyes glowing as he firmly grabbed her hand, leading her out of the event center.
“Tom, where are you going? The fans are just arriving” Harry stated as the couple entered the hall.
Tom groaned, “y/n is.. I got my shirt dirty, I need to change”.
Baz sighed, shaking his head, “fine, you’ve got probably five minutes anyways. If that. Y/n please ensure he actually hurries, Harrison said he was already late tonight”
Tom blushed, his fingers dancing over the back of y/N’s hand at his side.
“Of-“ y/n began but Harry cut her off.
“You know, he’ll kill me for saying this, but normally when you’re here he’s actually on time, probably trying to impress you” Baz smirked, “so maybe now he’ll arrive when the fans get in”.
Y/n giggled, “Harry!” biting her lip to keep from smirking instead of pretending to brush off Harry’s comment the way she normally would prior to Tom’s confession, “I’ll take care of it”
Tom griped to himself as y/n got a shirt out of the closet in his office.
She always had at least one extra suit and one extra set of standard clothing in the office closet so that if Tom had a sudden meeting, event, or wanted to go for a walk without being noticed, he could without having to go back to his house first.
He pouted as she tossed him the other dress shirt, not turning to look at him as she requested the dirty one so she could put it in the dry cleaning bag.
“Y/n” Tom whined, making her turn around and laugh at him.
“Tooomm” she teased, hands on her hips as she walked to him.
“We had plans, screw Harry” Tom stated.
“You want me to screw Harry?” Y/n joked, “what weird ass situation did I get myself into”.
Tom glared and scoffed, “not like that, and you know it”.
She giggled, grabbing the shirt he finally removed, kissing his cheek before she left.
“People will know if you’re late again Tom” she warned, tossing the shirt into the bag and zipping it closed.
“So, let them. I’ll tell them myself, I told you I’m in love with you” he reminded her, buttoning up the fresh shirt she gave him.
Y/n set the dirty dry cleaning bag on the back of his desk chair so she would remember to take it in for cleaning later.
She smiled over at him, tucking hair behind her ear, “doesn’t mean they need to know we’re fucking in your office”.
Tom nodded in agreement, not wanting the other men to be thinking of her in that way.
Y/n approached him, helping him with the rest of his buttons and then his tie, “not saying I don’t want to fuck in your office”.
Tom chuckled, pulling her waist to him as he pressed his lips against hers in a needy manner.
The kiss got heated just as y/N’s timer on her phone went off.
Y/n groaned as she and Tom pulled back.
He grinned at the way her eyes still held his with a burning passion.
“I will take care of you soon love” he promised, kissing her softly before departing from her arms.
Tom smiled at the fans as he autographed the headshots his agency had printed for him for the event.
He glanced over at y/n, trying not to laugh teasingly as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably.
“You alright love?” Tom whispered in between fans.
Y/n glared over at him, wordlessly sliding another print his way to sign.
He grinned and placed his spare hand on her thigh under the table.
Her eyes snapped to his with a warning stare but he ignored it, rubbing her inner thigh slowly.
“Ello” Tom greeted the next fan casually, as if he wasn’t trying to edge his personal assistant under the table.
The fan squeaked and thanked him for signing the picture.
Tom smiled innocently as he thanked her for attending, his hand secretly never leaving y/N’s leg.
Over thirty minutes passed this way, Tom’s hand taunting y/n under the table as she tried to keep her composure.
Tom painted on yet another fake innocent smile when a fan asked for a photo.
However, his eyes darkened and widened as his fingers hit something wet this time.
He instinctively curled his fingers, causing y/n to grip the sides of her chair firmly in an attempt to stay still as her thighs shook under his touch.
Tom closed his eyes, claiming it was him blinking When the fan took the photo.
He removed his hand slyly, needing to compose himself for the photo.
Once the fan left, he glanced over at y/n, a faint smirk showing more in the glimmer in his eyes than on his lips as he whispered a warning , “y/n”
She looked away in annoyance and slid another paper to him.
Tom laughed and signaled for Harry to let the next fan approach.
“You alright love?” Tom chirped as he rounded the corner.
Y/n had stepped away from the table several minutes prior so once the last fan left, Tom sought her out.
She ignored him as she shifted her thighs, rubbing them together to relieve the tension between her hips.
Tom smirked, walking over and grabbing a hold of her hips firmly, “what is it you’re doing Hmm?”
Y/n rolled her eyes, “as I said early, I’m able to take care of myself”.
Tom shook his head, pushing her backwards until her back was supported by the wall, “still so horny? Even after I fucked you so well earlier?”
Y/n moaned as his warm breath hit her ear and his erotic words echoed in her mind, “yes”.
He pressed a firm kiss to her neck, just to the side of the spot he knew she desired, “I said I'd take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?"
She shrugged, making him glare as he tightened his grip on her, one hand dropping to squeeze her ass as it pressed against the wall.
“Hmm, well maybe I’ll just have to show you I’m a man of my word then” he whispered, moving his mouth to her sweet spot.
Y/n moaned, gripping him desperately, “We're really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?"
Tom laughed, “you’re the one who can’t seem to wait love”.
She took a shaky breath, “I can too”.
He shook his head at her stubbornness, “the grip you have on my shirt, and the placement of your other hands says differently darling”.
Y/n glanced down and blushed as she registered her hand roamed down to press against the bulge in his pants.
Tom licked her neck slowly, “don’t be embarrassed love, it’s hot how needy you are for me”.
Y/n fought to compose herself, not willing to be so submissive immediately.
She leaned back against the wall, making his lips separate from her neck, much to her disappointment but she knew it was needed.
“I’m not needy” she remarked, crossing her arms to increase the distance and allow herself to be more believable when the tempting contact broke.
Tom raised an eyebrow at her, “please, darling, you were basically begging”.
Y/n glared weakly, “I don’t beg”.
He smirked at the challenge, “wanna bet?”
She smirked back and nodded, “Loser pays for the date tomorrow”.
Tom agreed despite knowing he was going to pay regardless, especially since he’d suggested the date to begin with.
“Who is the one begging?” Y/n teased as Tom’s eyes roamed her exposed body, lust taking over his normally kind eyes.
“I never said I was too blind to appreciate your gorgeous body, my love” he argued, stepping back from the couch as he lowered his pants.
She shook her head, “what’s your plan then hmm?”
Tom rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips, licking them quickly, “I don’t need a plan. You’ll be begging soon, love”.
Y/n laughed but nodded, waving her hand over her body tauntingly.
He bit his lip as he undid his tie, getting an idea as he watched the way her hands went down to her core.
Tom tsked and grabbed her hand just as the tip of her fingers touched her outer lips, “no. There will be no touching. That’s cheating love”.
Y/n groaned, tugging her arm from his grip with an grin, “good luck stopping me”.
He smirked as his idea echoed in his mind, his hands lowering the tie from his neck, eyes flickering between the tie and her hands.
She seemed to catch on at that moment, eyes widening.
Tom smirked, but let his eyes soften as he looked for her consent when he grabbed her wrist.
She smiled at him and shrugged, “not going to help get me to beg, but sure”.
He scoffed and shook his head.
It wasn’t the end of his plans with her, but he suspected it would help more than she thought.
If nothing else, it would keep her hands off him which would help him not cave in to her touch before she began to beg for him.
He needed her, but he desperately needed her to beg him the way he had begged her earlier.
“Hands behind your back." Tom ordered, unbuttoning and pulling his shirt off as he waited to her to turn around.
She nodded and stood up, intentionally taking her time as she dropped her hands behind herself.
She made sure to let her hands smack against her ass as she waited to him to tie her hands.
Tom gritted his teeth as his eyes locked on the bounce of her butt under her soft hands.
Composing himself, he assertively gripped her wrists with one hand.
He watched as she squirmed slightly, her thighs rubbing, as he tightened his necktie around her wrists; pleased at how soon it had started to work.
“Now, I have work to finish” he told her, walking to his desk.
He tossed the garment bag off into the corner before settling into his seat, grinning at her across his desk.
She glared at him, “really? You’re not going to even touch me?”.
Tom smirked and shrugged, “how bad do you want me to?”
She scoffed at his pleased expression as she contemplated her situation.
“You know, you can touch me without it meaning you lost the bet” she told him.
He nodded, pretending to consider her idea.
She pouted over at him, walking over and sitting on the edge of his desk.
Tom gulped as his eyes noticed the way her bare ass was pressed against the desk, the corner making an indent in her skin the way he wanted his hands to.
Utilizing his turn on, she pressed her butt against his desk harder as she told him, “you can grab my ass Tom, you can even spank it if you want”.
Tom groaned as he saw her notice the way his cock visibly twitched.
He shook his head, ignoring her comment as best as he could as he pushed down his underwear to relieve the force compressing his erection down.
She wanted to cave as his enlarged dick flung up to his stomach, so she did the last thing she could think of in her current predicament.
“Kolby would do it” she whispered, not looking at Tom.
He instantly stood from his seat, grabbing her bound arm and pulling her up.
“What?” He asked firmly, staring at her.
“Bet or no bet, Kolby would smack my ass” she pushed.
Tom immediately gave in and brought his hand back before slamming it hard against her butt.
Y/n gasped at the contact, Tom watching as her eyes widened before being coated in a look of pleasure.
He shook his head, spanking her again, “don’t say his name again”.
Y/n nodded but when Tom sighed in relief, she added, “I’ll try… Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you."
Tom glared at her, one hand smacking her ass again while the other gripped her inner thigh.
She arched her back as she moaned, her hands twisting in the restraints.
“I don’t want to hear his name” he replied, and while he was hiding it well, she could sense some sincere jealousy there, not just the teasing way she meant it.
“Tom,” she said, lowering her tone to a soft sound, “you don’t need to be jealous of him. Or anyone”.
Tom nodded, his hand squeezing her ass and pulling her closer.
Noticing some apprehension in his attempt to fully believe her, she bent her head to rest on his shoulder, ”I don't want anyone else. It’s you I’m in love with. Besides, no one else can make me feel like you do."
Tom grinned to himself, his grip on her ass cheek tightening as he tried to get her closer to him.
She groaned as his erected penis pressed against the outside of her outer lips in the process.
He smirked despite the growing desire in himself that risked him caving to her unspoken demand.
“Beg for it." He ordered, his thumb rubbing her mound before lowering his hand to his cock to pump it.
She took a shaky breath but remained bratty, “And if I don’t?”
Tom sighed and sat down again, “then, It's my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off."
She furrowed her eyebrows at him in annoyance but took a seat on his thigh, her legs on each side as her privates rested on the muscles of his thigh.
He leaned back and watched her silently, keeping his face stoic.
Y/n scoffed and began rocking herself on him, Tom feeling her warm up against him.
He stretched, reaching his hands behind her to keep her from falling off as she increased her speed as he let out a seductive moan to entice her.
Tom’s stoic expression shifted to a taunting smirk as she moaned, her eyes closed, as she aggressively rode his thigh.
As he felt her arousal drip onto his thigh, he placed a hungry kiss to her collar bone while her head arched back.
“Fi-fine” she whimpered, tugging her restraints and whining as she tried desperately to increase the pressure on her core with his thigh.
“What’s that?” He asked, biting his inner lip to keep from touching himself or scooping up her juices.
“Fuck-“ she groaned, slamming her head forward onto his chest as his hand slipped to her and slapped her mound.
“Okay. I give in” she cried, “please give me more”.
Tom smirked, holding her head up as he looked into her pleading eyes, “I’m not sure I understand”.
She whimpered, shaking her head, “please Tommy. I can be good, I swear. I can be so good”.
Tom nodded, his head lowering to her neck as she leaned into him, “who would I be to deny you my love? But I just need to know what it is you need.”
She pushed her shoulder against him, Tom responding by helping her sit upright on his leg with her head up.
“Please! Give it to me!" She begged, the desperation clear in her voice and eyes by now.
Tom grinned in relief that he didn’t have to resist anymore.
He nodded sweetly, stroking her cheek and letting that hand trace her skin as he lowered it to her waist.
“Of course my sweet girl” he encouraged, pleased with the shock and intense pleasure that rushed over her as his first three fingers pushed into her without warning.
She gasped as he curled his fingers and moved around inside her, “oh god, yes”
He moaned, jerking himself as she clenched on his hand, “let yourself go beautiful”.
She nods once weakly before throwing her head back as she screams, Tom’s fingers firmly pressing onto her g spot.
Tom groans in discomfort as he tries to increase his own pleasure with his spare hand as he guides her through her high.
She rocks her hips against his hand, prompting him to improve the tempo and pressure of his fingers.
“Holy fu-“ she shouts, digging her nails into her own hands due to the tie, “god damn Tom”.
He removes his hand from himself as he feels her walls loosen, not wanting to finish yet.
Tom smiles proudly as she cums over his fingers, not stopping the tapping of her g spot.
She moans throughout the rest of her orgasm, leaning back as she stops cumming on him.
He quickly braces her back to keep her from stumbling backwards, “that’s it love”.
She glances down at him, lifting her legs off of him.
Y/n looks down shyly as she sees the mess she made of his fingers and thigh.
Tom winked, “you cum so beautifully my dear”
She blushed and moved towards his chest, using her thighs to push his apart.
“Words” Tom ordered, seeing the glint in her eye.
She chokes out a whine, “Tom, please, I need you”.
Tom bites his lip, his hands securing her hips as she stood before him.
Knowing he demanded more, she dropped to her knees, looking up at him.
And fuck, Tom thought that position, would be the death of him.
And a blissful death it would be.
The way her messy hair stuck to her flushed face, her hands tied behind her back with his necktie, kneeling before him, eyes begging with him, as she lowered her mouth to his crotch.
Tom threw his head back as her lips gripped his dick in desperation, her moaning vibrating against him.
It took himself several seconds into the blowjob and a near orgasm before he snapped back to his goal.
As she licked his member teasingly, he gripped her hair, pulling her back.
She groaned as she looked up at him, “I told you I could be good”.
Tom moaned, free hand pushing on his dick at her words.
“Not right now. As much as I love you letting me fuck your mouth “ he confessed, tugging her hair, “you mouth needs to be doing something else”.
She chuckled softly at his rambling prior to his order but nodded.
She lifted her thighs off her shins and pushed herself back to a standing position.
Y/n glanced down at Tom and whimpered, her eyes locking on his cock.
“How can I help you y/n/n?” Tom inquiried, dragging his hand down her shoulder.
She shivered under his touch, “please, I need you Tom. Just please help me, I’m begging, I can’t get myself off, I need you. Tom, please, please, please”.
“I told you, you would eventually start begging." He smirked, mockingly stroking her face with one hand, squeezing her ass with the other.
She arched her back slightly and moaned, “I know. You win, okay. Fuck-… Tom you win, just…”
Y/n gasped as Tom smacked her ass and pulled her hair while his eyes scanned her body.
“Please Tom, just fuck me already. I need you “ she sobbed, “I need your dick, I need you in me, please”.
He smirked and removed his hand from her tangled hair, dropping it next to his other one as he firmly cupped her ass, “god I love it when you moan my name”.
Y/n moaned as he gripped her cheeks tightly, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her butt, “Tom, please”.
Tom grinned and used the grip on her ass to pull her to him, firmly guiding her until her core was against his dick.
She gasped as his warm penis touched her.
Y/n glanced up at him with thankful eyes before she gently shook her arms.
Understanding her wish and also personally desiring her hands to be free, he whispered, “Be good for me and I’ll untie you”.
She nodded, “I - I will be good”.
Tom moved his hands to her wrists, grabbing the ends of the necktie restraining her, “promise? How good will you be for me?”
She whimpered, batting her eyes at him, “so good, Sir. Fuck, I’ll be so good”.
Tom moaned at the nickname, his fingers rapidly undoing the tie on her wrists.
Y/n sighed and tangled her hands in his hair, her lips pressing kisses all over his face.
He hummed, leaning his head back as he let her hands rover all of his skin, relishing in her touch.
“Sir, I want more, please, give me more!" She pleaded, her hands pumping his cock as precum dripped from it.
Tom’s heavy eyes met hers, “show me what you want, and beg for it, like you promised”.
Y/n nodded immediately, her hand squeezing his dick, “I need this, your enormous cock Sir, I need it in me. I need you railing me, please”.
His eyes flashed open, one hand tugging her hair and the other back on her ass again, “fuck y/n… no more sir, I need you to beg me. Not your boss. Me. Tom”.
She stepped back and pushed his legs together, straddling his waist within seconds.
“As you wish, after all, can’t disappoint the best I’ve ever had” she winked, playing into his praise kink.
Tom moaned, resecurring his grip on her and tightening his hold.
“Tom, handsome, I need you” she exclaimed, rocking her hips closer to him, “so so so badly”.
Tom nodded and groaned as he leaned against his desk chair.
“Please Tom, help me out, I need you, I can’t handle this anymore, I’d do anything “ she whimpered.
He immediately caved, hand leaving her hair to grab his girth and line it up to her.
“Me or you?” He asked her, giving in.
She grinned and sighed in relief, “I don’t care right now”
Before he could decide, she tore his hand away from himself and replaced it with her own as she aggressively pushed his dick into her opening.
They both moaned scandalously as their hands trailed each other and lips roamed the other’s body.
Y/n rode him as Tom audibly sucked on her neck, “you’re so good for me y/n”.
She hummed, making cursive letters with her hips as she lowered herself onto him further.
Tom cursed and aggressively slapped her ass as he bit her neck.
“Oh fu-“ she gasped, tugging his hair, “motherfucking hell Tom. Do that again”.
Tom smirked and repeated his actions and let out a hellaciously loud moan as she spelled his name in cursive with her hips as he kept spanking her butt.
Just as he noticed what she was spelling with her movements, he felt himself let go and finish inside of her without notice.
“Fuck, I’m s-“ Tom mumbled, leaning up and his breath hitching as his cock trembled against her walls.
She held one hand over his mouth, the other pushing him back down in his chair, riding him as he went through his high.
Tom was acutely aware of the insanely erotic sounds he was making, but kept squeezing her ass in his hands as if his life depended on it.
When he was done, his hands held onto her waist to keep himself inside her, “my turn”.
She gasped as Tom lifted them both up, her legs wrapping around him as she felt herself clench around him as he walked with his dick inside her.
“Tom” she moaned as he approached the table, them unknowingly having moved away during their erotic activities.
“Let me hear you love, no one else is here” he cooed, stroking her hair as he reached the desk.
“I don’t even care anymore, they can hear” she gushed, “I can’t help myself, you’ve ruined me Tom. I need you, please, I can feel another one”.
Tom chuckled, “oh I know. Don’t worry love, you’ll cum again”.
She whimpered at his words but moaned loudly as he slammed her back onto his desktop, his lips traveling her chest instantly.
“G-“ she gasped, scratching his bare back as he hovered over her, his dick still inside her.
“Gah, fuck Tom, no” she cried as he started to remove himself from her.
He smirked as he kept bringing his hips back for a few seconds before suddenly throwing his hips forward, making her scream his name.
“You like it when I fuck you on my desk Hmm?” He asked, grinning as she nodded wordlessly as she gasped for air.
“You just love it when I pound you like this don’t you y/n?” Tom teased, lowering his lips down to kiss her breasts as he thrusted his hips into her again.
“Fuck yes” she screamed, “please Tom, please don’t stop”
“Shit love, Your thighs are shaking so much” Tom commented, rubbing them delicately, “just let go baby”.
She whimpered, tugging on his hair, “I need your lips, kiss me please”.
He nodded within seconds, but backed his hips up, pulling himself out making her frown.
He laughed and smirked, leaning his lips down until they were mere millimeters from touching hers.
Tom thrusted his hips forward with as much force as he was sure she could handle, his mouth connecting with hers as he absorbed her loud moaning.
Tom groaned as he felt her warm cum engulf his dick in the already tight space he was working with down there.
As she continued to cum, her walls stretched, allowing more room for both him and the ongoing cum.
She kept moaning in his mouth as he sucked on her nipple, using his other hand to flick the other nipple.
When he felt her cum stop but walls remain flexed and wider, he pressed a kiss to her sternum before ramming her again.
“Tom!” She screamed, her eyes glazing over as she moaned loudly, “fuck, yes, oh my god. Again Tom! Please! Again!”
Gripping her hips to keep her in place so her movements wouldn’t mute any sensations, he removed himself from her.
He sunk his fingers into her core, grinning at her as he removed them and sucked her cum from his fingers, “I need some room”.
She moaned at his teasing and closed her eyes in pleasure as Tom delicately used his fingers to clean her out.
Once he felt confident he got most of it out without causing a significant amount more to release, he licked his fingers clean, moaning before lining himself up.
“That’s it, that’s my girl” he praised as she reached down and pulled his cock into alignment with her entrance in desperation.
Tom held her hips firmly again as he brought his ass backwards and arched up to the ceiling.
She whimpered as she watched his length quickly slide through the air and crash into her, feeling his length fill her as she screamed into his shoulder.
Tom smirked as he felt her cum even more this time, so much so he could feel his cock sliding out of her from the slippery fluids pushing against him.
“So good for me, look at how much you came” he cheered, squeezing her ass as he praisingly gazed at her dripping cunt.
She threw her head back against the wooden desk as she took a shaky breath, a pleased smile on her lips.
Tom kindly stroked her face, brushing the hair off her skin and placing sweet kisses in their place.
He gave her a passionate but gentle kiss to her lips, “y/n my love, you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?"
She took a deep breath and nodded, fingertips dancing over his jaw.
“I’ve got you love, don’t hold back” he said, dropping to his knees before his desk.
“Tom?” She asked faintly, in a bit of a blissful daze from her last orgasm.
He softly tugged her legs towards him, sliding her until her butt on the edge of the desk, “I’ll do the work, you just relax”.
She mumbled an agreement and relaxed her muscles as he rose himself up until his mouth was at her entrance.
“You taste so fucking good love” Tom commented seconds before his tongue licked her outer lips.
“Mmmm Tom “ she whispered, pushing her hips and butt closer to him.
“Settle dear, I’ll take care of you. I promise” he encouraged.
He leaned back into a different angle, using the empty chair area of the the desk to position himself just below her cunt.
Tom took a moment to memorize every detail of this intimate part of her.
Then, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as a courteous warning before he dove back in.
He swore he came again as he used his tongue to drag the cum out of her sensitive center and swallowed her.
Tom moved his mouth to her clitoris and pressed a soft kiss first, watching as she trembled under his delicate touch.
“Doing okay love?” He checked in, knowing he’d already given her several orgasms tonight.
“Great” she murmured, squeezing his hand that was still holding hers, “your lips feel so good”.
Tom smirked and pressed his mouth back to her clit, this time swirling his tongue around it and watched as she twitched over and over.
He sunk a finger into her vagina, curling it as he instantly found her g spot as if he knew every inch of her already.
Tom removed his tongue and began to suck on her clitoris needily as he tickled her g spot before pushing his knuckle against it.
As y/n screamed, her throat burning from the intensity of the force she was using, Tom moved his mouth to her opening and pulled out his finger.
Tom shouted her name loudly as he lapped up the cum dripping from her onto his mouth below her hips.
“Sorry” Tom panicked, pulling his hand back from her as she flinched.
She laughed faintly and shook her head, “I’m okay Tom, just a bit sensitive”.
He nodded, slowly lowering the wet towel back to her legs.
“I promise, you did good Tom. So good” she assured him, squeezing his arm.
Tom blushed and glanced up at her with a shy smile, “I didn’t go too hard?”
She shook her head, “I would tell you. You know, you don’t need to do the aftercare thing Tom, you’ve done more than enough for me tonight”.
He chuckled, leaning down to place a soft kiss to her forehead, “shh, I’m always going to take care of you and clean up my mess, love. It should only take a few seconds”.
She smiled as she watched him focus on cautiously cleaning their fluids from her body, seeing him double check each location to make sure he didn’t miss any.
“I suppose we don’t need to wait for the standard protocol of the third date to initiate sex now huh?” Y/n teased, her head resting against Tom’s chest as he held her to him as he laid on the couch.
Tom chuckled, kissing her cheek, “I hadn’t planned on it happening this way, but I’m not sure I can hide my physical desires for you after today”.
Y/n rubbed her head against his chest as she got more comfortable under the blanket he had draped over them, “that’s not quite what I asked”.
Tom laughed, tickling her sides, “I won’t tell you sleep with me before our third date, but I’d appreciate it”.
Y/n busted out laughing as she snuggled into his embrace, “god I love you”.
“I love you too y/n, I’m more than pleased we got more personal” he winked, stroking her hair to encourage her to sleep.
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You & mob Tom fell out over you not wanting to move in with him or being part of his mafia crew
I changed this a lillll bit to fit one of my fave tropes of leaving when y/n is pregnant and Tom doesn’t know sooooo I hope you still enjoy hehe
You tried your best to pretend you didn't see him but he demanded all attention. Especially with that gaze directed towards the little girl in your arms. You'd seen Harrison around recently and you just knew that your baby girl looked just like her father and that he'd reappear, demanding you finish the conversation you refused to have nearly three years ago, settling instead, for walking out and never looking back. He'd never been fine with the decision, but now he was upset about the decision, seeing as your shared little girl was here and he'd known nothing about her. 
You'd only told him you didn't want to move in and that you didn't enjoy his career. He'd just shrugged it off, but what hurt was when you'd collected your things and disappeared in the night, blocking his number and moving out of town. But he'd found you anyways. He approaches, your eyes hooded as you stare at him, hoisting the three year old higher on your hip. He licks his lips, 
"So… when were you gonna tell me?" 
"I wasn't. And that right hand man of yours had no business doing it either." You spit. He hums, 
"Right… because it's totally acceptable to keep my daughter from me." The urge to fight him, tell him she's not his is strong, but you ignore it. You look to Evelyn, 
"You're staying with me." You scoff, 
"Yeah. I'll pass." He shoots daggers,
"Would you like me to take full custody Y/N?" He threatens. You swallow as he turns to you, staring down into your eyes, "Give me a reason to take my daughter from you." He growls. The whimper you release, at least, isn't loud enough for him to hear. He grips your arm, dragging you after him while you cradle your daughter to your hip. He practically shoves you into his car, a car seat being slid in before he climbs in beside you. He gestures to it, 
"Teach me how to use it." You don't necessarily do as you're told, you just buckle her into it, glancing up when she's settled. His eyes linger on her for a moment before they flick up to you ans then ahead at the road. You buckle yourself in, sitting quietly as his driver drives you back to the mansion you escaped from years ago. You sigh as you stare up at the dismal house, quickly unbuckling Ev from her carseat the second the car is parked. Tom moves around the car, pressing a hand to your lower back, leading you towards the front door. He gestures up the stairs once you're inside, 
"New stuff in the guest bedroom for the both of you. If you need anything, let me know." 
"Yeah, extra bedsheets and a basket." You murmur. He frowns, 
"Yeah… I'd love to see your daughter from a third-story window." He grumbles back. He turns on his heel and heads for the kitchen while you head upstairs. You inspect the guest bedroom, smiling as Evie immediately gasps and goes for the drawing table in the corner. It's easy to lose time when you're watching her create things like she always does, and before you know it, Tom comes into the room, glancing down at the little girl in the corner, 
"Look at that… didn't need the basket after all." You roll your eyes as he sits beside you, shrugging his suit jacket off. He sighs, 
"She's beautiful Y/N." He murmurs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod, 
"I know. She looks just like you and you've always been beautiful." He smiles,
"And yet I can't seem to keep you around." You glare at him, 
"And yet here I am being held hostage." He gestures to the door,
"I didn't lock you in. You could've strung your sheets together and made a run for it into the forest. But yet here you are, watching her have the time of her life." Glancing back at Evelyn, you chew the inside of your lip, 
"Yeah… I always seem to do that." There's a moment of silence before he speaks again, 
"I could've helped you." You shake your head, 
"I was not subjecting her to the same fate I had." You mutter. He frowns, 
"What's that supposed to mean? You let me get you pregnant. I couldn't have been that bad." 
"It wasn't you Tom, it's the fucking job. It would have killed me to have her used against us so your goddamn enemies could've gotten to you." You tell him. He frowns, 
"So… you don't hate me…" You shake your head, 
"No." He scoffs,
"You still fucking love me." 
"That doesn't matter anymore-"
"Of course it matters! I spent all this time thinking you hated me. Ans then Harrison finds out you have this little girl and I was heartbroken. That," he gestures to Evelyn, so much vulnerability in his eyes, "That's my little girl. I don't even know how she became this person because you left me." He has tears in his eyes now as you stare up at him. You swallow, 
"I can't have her used against me-" 
"I can give you a detail. Protection 24/7. I just… I hated feeling like the one person I was supposed to trust was double crossing me. I thought you hated me. Please… please, don't take her from me again. You think I liked not having you around? I fucking loved you." He explains. You blink up at him, 
"I'm scared." 
"You don't have to be. Trust me." He tells you. Glancing at Evelyn, you swallow, 
"I just don't wanna lose her." He takes your hands, 
"I… have you both." Finding his eyes, you sigh after a moment and nod, 
"Fine… but the second something happens to her, that's it. I'm done." He nods,
"You're not gonna have to worry. Anyone that touches either of you… dead on the spot." He tells you. You sigh, 
"And I don't wanna stay in this house. I've always hated this house." You admit. He nods, 
"Done." Moving in, he drags you in, his lips covering yours in a searing kiss. He drags you into his lap, stroking your hair back, 
"Fuck I missed you." He grumbles." You smile, staring down at him. He swallows, 
"What'd you name her?" Glancing over your shoulder, you smile,
"Evelyn Nicole." You admit. He smiles, 
"My mum will be… you've just inflated my mum's ego so hard." You giggle, 
"She's the best part of you." He shrugs, 
"She was… that little girl over there is the new best part." You stroke curls from his forehead, 
"This is true. Hence the name. Passing it from one to the other." He smiles, 
"She deserves the world." 
"And you know what… her father can give it to her." He nods, 
"And he intends to do so." You smile down at him, "starting now." He practically dumps you onto the couch, moving towards your daughter. When he crumbles onto the floor next to her, crossing his legs beneath him, you remember why you've loved him for so long. 
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vendettaparker · 2 years
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The Art of Scraping Through
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Summary: Twelve hour work days, events every night, and constantly having a camera shoved in your face—your life in the spotlight was all you could ever dream of, with the person you dreamed of it with by your side, but all that changes with one call from back home. With a new little girl in your life, your forced to confront the demons of your past and learn to put family first in your heart once again.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of drugs, minor character death, possible smut, typos
Status: Ongoing
Chapters that include smut are marked by *
a/n: i can’t wait to start this new series! this is inspired by “Someone New” by Hozier
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➳ Prologue: There’s an Art to Life’s Distractions
Summary: Working is what brings you joy, and ever since you left home, seven years ago, that’s where you found your comfort and your people, but one shocking phone call from Maine has you racing back to it’s quiet streets.
Word Count: 4.3k
➳ Chapter One: In Love with Every Stranger
Summary: The pain of the past and the uneasiness with the future weigh on you, but in the end, you realize what’s best for yourself and the new stranger in your life, and of course, Tom is with you through it all.
Word Count: 6k
➳ Chapter Two: The Stranger, The Better
Summary: Everything seems to fall into place as Octavia becomes a constant in your life while Tom continues to search for the perfect time to pop the question. However, his efforts may be in vain when he realizes how different your paths truly are.  
Word Count: 5k
➳ Chapter Three: Strange Perfections
Summary: You and Tom finally get a moment to yourselves, leading to a much needed calm. Though after a calm, always follows a storm.
Word Count: 7.8k
➳ Chapter Four: Would Thing’s Be Easier If There Was a Right Way?
Summary: With the premiere right around the corner, you and Tom decide to finally make it clear what Octavia is to you; family, but nothing good ever stays.
Word Count: 6.4k
➳ Chapter Five: Honey, There is No Right Way
➳ Epilogue: Someone New
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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years
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DANCE LITTLE LIAR.
summary: you and Peter are enemies, but something happens one night. It's the night that everything changed between you and Peter. You're trying to forget what happened. But Peter won't let you run... not anymore.
pairing: enemies to lovers! peter parker x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT (extended warnings under the cut), mentions of blood, mentions of cheating, fluff, mostly angsty?, i probably missed something so sorry if i did :(
word count: 10.1k (2.4k is smut <3)
authors note: hi! sorry for the lack of fics :( writers block has been on my ASS, but i managed to pull this through <3 AND IT'S ANOTHER ENEMIES TO LOVERS FIC, so i hope you enjoy :)
inspired by DANCE LITTLE LIAR by ARCTIC MONKEYS.
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extended smut warnings: PROTECTED sex (p in v), fingering, oral (fem), minor praise kink, idk this is pretty vanilla JKSDFKJSDF.
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Your days had been long and strung out – there was nothing exciting. There was nothing there for you to grasp. There was nothing there for you to take or be excited for. You had no goals, and your life was basically the definition of mediocre. Maybe that’s why you were friends with someone you hated. Maybe that’s why the two of you were in the middle of this constant game of cat and mouse. It was confusing and it was addicting. The two of you flirted and the two of you argued and nobody would ever dare to stand in the way of that. People had just gotten used to it.
There wasn’t a reason for the hate. It sort of just happened. Like you took one look at Peter and decided you were going to hate him for the rest of your life. Never let there be a waking moment where he wouldn’t think about your next quip. Never a moment where he would catch a blink of sleep because he was thinking about something you had said to him. It was hopeless and the two of you were pathetic for it, but that’s the way your relationship had just panned out to be. You were in the place you had wanted to put Peter and Peter was in that place for you.
When your boyfriend cheated on you, he told you in spite that you had deserved it and when his girlfriend had done the same with your boyfriend you told him that it was karma. Somehow the world just keeps taking things away from you and pitting the two of you against each other, but also bringing you closer.
You wouldn’t say you’d trust Peter with anything. But there was a layer there the two of you had yet to unpack. It was vulnerability. You would never let Peter Parker see you fucking cry. You’d never dare to let that happen and if you did it would be over your own dead body. That vulnerability would open you and Peter up to so many things – if you stopped hating Peter you wouldn’t be sure what would get you excited for the day or what would happen to your relationship and it scared you, because as fucked up as it is, he is the one constant in your life that just keeps you going every day. He is the reason you wake up every morning and for all the wrong reasons.
Your breath hitches as the club lights flash around you all. Harry had dragged you to this new nightclub and you were already on your fourth drink, drowning out everything Peter had said to you the night before. You wanted to forget what happened with him and you wanted to move on... but how could you? He’d said something last night that would change everything... but if it had, he wasn’t letting it show.
Your dress was tiny and black. Your boobs were on display, and you were fucking plastered. Your body moving with the music, against another man’s body. You didn’t know who he was but the drunk version of you didn’t give a fuck, because you were dancing and forgetting, forgetting everything that happened.
You turn to face the man and he is a handsome stranger. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a daring smile that your lips are begging to kiss. You don’t know where your friends have gone, and this stranger you’re dancing with is paying you all the attention you need. You sling your arms over his shoulders and your lips intertwine as the two of you continue to kiss, his hands trail down your body and you can feel eyes on you – except for the fact that they’re not the eyes of the man you’re kissing, but from a far. You drunkenly pull away and look around the club, searching for any sign of who was watching you. Maybe you’re imagining things or maybe they knew that you were going to look for them. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter anymore. This man had moved on to someone else.
You pouted your lip and turned toward the bar, stumbling over your own feet ordering another drink and placing it on Harry’s tab. Michelle had found you and pulled you and your drink to the roof. You saw all your friends sitting there around a table and the air hit you, making you sober up a little bit, but the sip of your drink took you right back to where you had started.
You made eye contact with Peter and his jaw was clenched as he watched you sit down. This was a typical move for you – getting plastered like this. He wanted to snap you out of it. You were an annoying fucking drunk, and he was always left to take care of you because everyone was always in the same position as you and the fucking spider-bite had graced him with the ability to not be able to get anywhere near drunk. Not tipsy. Not drunk. Nothing. Sometimes he wished he could be like you. Drink to forget. But he envies the fact that he can’t so he wishes you would just stop.
As all of you sorted out who would be in what car, you were in Peters, Harry was sober enough to take home Mary Jane and MJ was good to take Felicia and Betty back.
How had you always gotten stuck with him? He wasn’t sure. Maybe everyone was still trying to create a friendship between the two of you, even if you both avidly spoke out against it. You didn’t want to be his friend and he didn’t want to be yours, yet they kept pushing the two of you together as if one day that would magically change.
You sigh, brushing your hair out of your face as the window sits open, it’s too hot not to keep it open and the air con in Peter’s car was broken. Something you’d learnt one of the first times you’d been in here. You looked over at Peter and the water bottle he’d stopped at a gas station to buy for you, slowly, but surely you were somewhat sobering up but the window being open helped release some of the tension for you throwing up all over Peter and his car.
You took a sip of water as the song changed. It was a familiar tune, and you didn’t know Peter listened to Arctic Monkeys, assuming it was from his playlist. You went to turn it up, but Peter had beaten you to it. His fingers tapping on the wheel.
You were relaxed. For the first time around Peter, you were actually relaxed. Maybe it was because you were still plastered. Maybe it was the wind. Maybe it was the song. But you didn’t really know. Last night had changed things for the two of you. You didn’t want it to. God, you didn’t want it to be like this. But it was. Right now, it was, and you were seeing the Brightside.
*
You woke up the next day with a pounding headache. One that could absolutely kill you if it tried and it was nothing short of pain. You had thrown up when you got back to your dorm and MJ had held your hair back. Michelle was a good friend, and you were grateful that you were a part of this group of friends. Despite the way Harry pressures all of you to party all the time. You can’t really complain though, it’s not like you’re spending your own money.
You sighed as you looked at MJ’s door. Her and Harry were probably in there. The lot of you were placed into a suite. Suitemates. Which meant you also lived with Peter. It wasn’t your first choice of roommate, but MJ had said it was cheaper for all six of you to live together so you said okay. A good decision? Maybe. But you hated the fact that you had to wake up to Peter in the kitchen every morning making food for everyone. Sure, it was a nice gesture, and maybe that was the problem. That he was always nice. He never had a break. The only person he took all of his shit out seemed to be you.
“Morning Penis Parker.”
“You smell like vomit.” He comments with a grimace.
You roll your eyes, “Thanks for making me remember.”
Peter hands you a plate of pancakes, drowned in maple syrup – just the way you like them, you narrow your eyes, “Is this poisoned?” You question him.
He scoffs, “Right, because I’d make a whole batch of pancakes and waste food just to poison you. Don’t be so conceded.”
You take a bite of your food, “Tastes good, Parker.” You give a sarcastic smiles, “I think the trash would like it even more.”
“Maybe you were right, though, maybe that’s why it tastes funny.” He smirks, “Or maybe you’ve just got fucked up tastebuds because of all the shit you drank last night.”
You scoff, throwing the pancakes into the bin, “I don’t want your food anyway.”
“Uh-huh, sure.”
Your eyes meet Peters and as much as you tried to forget the night. You couldn’t. You couldn’t forget that night. The air was shifting between the two of you. This morning’s banter was shit when it was usually full of fire. Your insults weren’t as hard hitting, and it made you gulp. You were nervous and scared and all you ever wanted was to have it back. Before that stupid night. Because it would change everything if you hadn’t known.
BEFORE
You skipped the party. Like an idiot you skipped the party. This would’ve been avoided if you had just gone. Tonight, was a rare night where you had actually not wanted to go out. Stay in and focus on the work right in front of you so you could get to graduating. You picked at your fingernails as you stare at your laptop and it’s blank document. Trying to figure out what to write. You had to write a creative story as an assignment for your course and it was killing you. You were drowned of inspiration and better yet, your head was pounding from a killer headache that just wouldn’t leave you alone.
Maybe you were stressed. Maybe everything was just starting to finally get to you. Maybe it was starting to eat you up and staring into the void of your blank white document in silence wasn’t helping you at all. Sure, the antibiotics hadn’t kicked in, but even so, if they did, you were sure you wouldn’t notice.
Peter hadn’t gone to the party tonight either. He usually goes and leaves halfway through, coming back at the end. He’s usually the one who takes you home. You’re not sure what he does in between the time he leaves and you’re not quite sure you really want to know.
Your fingers began to type, and you had only realised a few seconds in that you were typing random words from slapping your hands over the keys. Writer’s block wasn’t a great look for anyone.
You stood up from your desk and made your way into the kitchen. A glass of water ought to help, you had thought to yourself. Desperately looking for any excuse to procrastinate. But that’s when you heard a thump from Peter’s room and a groan afterwards. Peter hadn’t been here. His door had been open, and you saw he wasn’t in there so why did he come through the window and not the front door, if that even was him. You wanted to assume it was but maybe you were being burgled.
You went over to Peter’s door to see him lying on the floor in red and blue spandex. Your eyes went wide. Either he was doing this for his own pleasure, or he was actually spider-man. You’d hoped it would be the first option but the cuts on his face and the way he was clutching onto his abdomen for dear life was concerning so you rushed by his side. Any thought of hate flying out the window. You were making a mistake. He didn’t see you till now.
Maybe this was all your fault. Maybe the fact that everything changed had been on you. It was on you. Peter looks into your eyes and groans again. But he chooses to ignore the blind hatred the two of you share. Desperately he points to his closet.
“There’s a first aid kit in there, I- fuck!-” He groans in pain as you watch him turn over once more, tears running down his face, “Fuck, there’s gauze and bandages in there.”
You don’t say anything, all you can do is make your way to the closet – your mind isn’t filled with hatred. No. No. No. It’s filled with worry. What would’ve happened if you weren’t here? What would’ve happened to Peter if you weren’t here to patch him up?
“Fuck, Peter, what? What happened?” You ask as you grab the first aid kit from the closet as Peter tries to lift himself onto his bed, his spandex was now off, and he was left in a pair of boxer briefs. You didn’t care right now. You didn’t care that he was basically naked on the bed because there was a gash. A large fucking gash over his stomach.
He throws his head back keeping his hand on his wound. His hand is covered in blood and his suit ruined. He was Spider-Man, and you were using his name. You were saying Peter and neither of you had caught onto it yet but you were desperate to help him. As he groans in pain unable to answer.
“Okay Peter, this website- it says we need to get this wound under running water, because if I use antiseptic, it’ll damage your skin.” You inform him and he shakes his head.
“No. The skin will heal fine.” He says through his teeth, “The spider-bite, it gave me the power to h-heal tomorrow this’ll be gone, but I can’t handle this right now so just patch it up. It hurts, please, y/n.” He begs you, “Please.” There are tears down both of your faces at this point and you nod.
“Okay, this might... it might hurt, okay?” You say through your tears and Peter can only nod at your words.
As you take an alcohol wipe and begin to wash the wound in it, he groans and hisses through his teeth, letting out a groan of pain that keeps your own tears coming and you’re so desperate for him to be okay because you’re not sure what you would do without him. He told you he’d be okay so why were you still worried?
Out of all the things to happen tonight something was stripped from you two. Something you told yourself would never happen between the two of you and you hadn’t realised your mistake yet. You had let Peter see you cry, and he had let you see him cry. There was vulnerability now. One of his biggest secrets was now revealed to you and it was because of  chance. It was all up to chance... and god, were you wrong about him. But you didn’t want to stop hating him either.
Because this night changed everything. As you look at the way his back arched when you pressed the alcohol to his skin and the way his eyes looked into yours, desperate for your help and desperate for you to stop hurting him and although you knew you couldn’t you didn’t want to hurt him anymore. But he was going to hurt with or without you right now and you wanted to ease his pain. You wanted to help him stop hurting for the first time in your life and you were clutching onto the fact that he has to be okay. He needs to be okay.
All you want for him is to be okay.
Taking a bandage out of the first aid kit, you help him sit up as he groans when he does so. You place some gauze onto the wound and wrap the bandage around his waist. He sits back and the two of you are in silence. Your hands are covered in his blood and there’s not much he can say to you right now. There’s not much anyone can say. You were just worried for Peter Parker’s life.
Something you had threatened multiple times. Something you hadn’t really cared about before. You were worried. You were in pain because he was in pain.
Your both still sitting in silence and Peter opens his mouth to say something and you turn to face him, speaking before he can, “Pete.” The name comes out like a whisper – something only his friends would call him, “Are you okay?”
He shakes his head, “Not currently... but I- I will be.” He nods carefully, “I know you probably won’t, but can you not say anything about this to anyone? You and my aunt are now the only people who know about me being Spider-Man. Coming home like this almost every night... well, not every night, I can usually avoid this kinds of wounds but, y’know, tonight clearly wasn’t my night.” He chuckles.
You join him and smile softly, “Of course I won’t... I still- I still don’t like you, by the way.” You feel like you have to say it now because what happens if you don’t clarify it? What happens if you don’t actually hate Peter anymore?
He nods, “Right, yeah, of course.” He looks into your eyes, “What if I don’t want you to hate me anymore?”
It catches you off guard and you freeze, “Please, Peter, don’t be ridiculous.” You scoff.
“C’mon you care about me. You could’ve left me here to fend for myself. You cried. You hoped I would be okay.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t leave you to die, Peter. I’m not a bitch like that, okay. But we hate each other, and I don’t count on that changing anytime soon. That’s just the way we are.” You don’t get up from Peter’s bed, but he moves closer to you.
For the first time tonight, you actually see what’s underneath that suit of his, the way his abs are still defined even if covered by bandage. How his collarbone is as sharp as his jaw. His brown eyes melting into your own.
He’s close enough that his breath hits your lips, “What if I don’t want to be your enemy anymore. We can be friends. We don’t have to live in this constant cycle of anger... of hate.”
You shake your head, “Peter...” You trail off, but you don’t move away and you’re not sure who moved in first, but your lips are pressed to his. You’re careful to avoid the wound that sits in between the two of you but he swipes your lip for entrance, and you allow him to kiss you. You allow him to kiss you.
Then they’re not. You pull away and sigh, “I’m- I’m sorry, Peter. I can’t. I can’t let this happen.” You say softly getting off of his bed and walking away.
NOW
As you look at Peter you can still feel the ghost of his lips on yours. Everything was different now. You found it harder to hate Peter. He was a good person and you had helped him. You were there for him when he needed that. You look around to make sure nobody else is awake.
Your face contorts and it’s venerable. Something the two of you aren’t meant to be and you don’t know why you’re asking because you promised yourself you wouldn’t. But it’s kept you up at night, wondering if he was okay. Even last night when you were trying to forget. Kissing someone else to make yourself forget all about Peter. He was still engraved in your mind. Regardless, you ask anyway. Your eyes are soft and your voice barely above a whisper.
“How’s the wound?” You ask him, placing a hand on his forearm.
He looks down at you, those chocolate brown eyes piercing into yours once more, he nods, lifting his shirt to show you. It’s not fully healed yet. But most of it is gone. There’s a scar there but you know as much as he does that it’ll be gone in the next few hours or the next day.
You’d avoided him till now and you were adamant that you’d only wanted to hate Peter. That you didn’t want anything else. But yet, you still did care and Peter wanted to show you that he did care about you. That this thing the two of you had was far beyond hate.
You don’t know what compels you to do so, but you run your fingers over the scar. It sends a shiver down Peter’s spine. Your touch, it was doing something to him, and this was a weirdly intimate position you’d put the two of you in. But he didn’t care and oddly you didn’t either. Not until you heard the door to MJ’s room begin to open.
Your eyes flashed with anger, and you took your hand off of Peter’s wound and he let his shirt drop over it. His eyes still soft as he watches you. His features in awe of the way you mauver away from him. How you’re able to turn your hate on so easily. Even though it looks like you’ve betrayed yourself. Your eyes are still on him, yet your anger is a façade.
“Fuck off, Parker.” You speak viciously. Your tone is far from nice. It’s like his name is poison. Like his name is something so disgusting it should be banished.
You turn your back to him, taking a moment to collect yourself, but it doesn’t seem to work because as you enter your room slamming the door behind you. All you can even think about is him. The way his lips were on yours. The way his hands had been on your waist when he kissed you so needily. The way the kiss had changed everything about the two of you. It wasn’t helping that he wanted you as much as the next person. He made it evident to you that he wanted to put this all behind you, but you just couldn’t you couldn’t. You can’t.
Maybe moving forward with Peter would be better for you. But you aren’t thinking. Of course, you’re not because any logical person would forgive him. Any logical person would want to move forward... and it’s killing you that you can’t seem to let yourself do exactly that.
“What’s up with her this morning?” Harry asks his best friend as he takes his own plate of pancakes.
Peter shakes his head, “Dunno, man.” He shrugs, “Same shit as always. She’s bein’ a bitch.”
Peter looks over at your door and all he can think of his you. He sighs looking down at his own plate, mulling it over. Harry knows he’s got a lot on his mind – especially about you. Because Peter is so conflicted. He wants you. He wants every part of you and that kiss you shared with him was probably the best kiss he’s ever had in his whole entire life. But there’s also the fact that the two of you have said so much to each other in spite, blind hatred, and anger.
When your boyfriend had cheated on you, Peter wanted nothing more than to wrap an arm around you, pull you close. Be there for you. But as always, you continued your spite for him. You continued to be mean and rude and hate every part of him. You continued to be sick and tired of him. So, he continued too. He told you that you deserved it. He told you that he never loved you.
But when he sees you with someone else’s tongue down your throat after the two of you had kissed the night before, Peter wanted nothing more than for time to go back so he could say something else because as much as that kiss the two of you shared meant everything it also meant absolutely nothing. The two of you weren’t friends. You weren’t the one Peter was allowed to call his. You were nothing but his enemy. The thing you had deemed yourself all those years ago.
*
The next few days were a blur, yet again everyone else was at a party when you stayed back, and you were secretly hoping Peter hadn’t left. MJ was the only one who spoke to you before the group left.
You don’t know why you were hoping Peter would be here when you were too. You didn’t know why you wanted Peter to get hurt maybe? No. No. No. That’s the last thing you wanted. That’s the last thing you wanted. The last. You were shocked at yourself for even thinking that. Maybe you wanted to help him. Maybe that’s what it was. Regardless, you didn’t ever want to see him like that again. That was some of the scariest shit you had ever been through, and you couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like for Peter.
That’s when you heard the thump. You got up from your desk and made your way to Peter’s room, throwing the door open to see him in his room perfectly fine. Perfectly okay. God, you felt stupid. Yes, he was in his suit. Yes, he had just come back. But you had let yourself into a world of care for a boy you shouldn’t care about. You were angry at yourself for believing Peter couldn’t take better care of himself. Regretting the fact that you had stumbled in on him not too long ago.
“You alright?” He asks you.
“Are you?” You brace yourself for impact, not ready to hear if he’s not okay.
He nods, “Yeah, might have a slight concussion, but I’ll be, yeah, I’ll be fine.” He nods again, you stare at him for another second, “We should probably talk about that night.” His voice is barely above a whisper.
You shake your head, “We don’t. We don’t have to talk about anything, Peter. I told you I still hate you. I don’t like you. We’re not friends. We’re not anything, okay? You and I aren’t meant to be anything.”
He sighs, “Stop avoiding it, things changed, okay? You and I? We’re not the same anymore, y/n. Whether you like it or not, we are not the same.” He runs a hand over his face, “We’ve been like this two times. One the first time I met you and Two the other night?”
“Been like what, Pete?” You question him, “What have we been?”
“Venerable, y/n. We’ve been venerable and as fucked up as it sounds, I trust you more than anyone in this fucking house. Maybe it’s because you know I’m Spider-Man. Maybe it’s because we kissed, maybe it’s because we have been through so much together even though we hate each other and all those times we’ve flirted with each other intertwining it with our anger. I can’t do it anymore. You and I? We’re changing.”
You shake your head, “I don’t want to change, Peter.”
“Why not! Let us change! There’s something here between me and you. We need to grow because we can’t keep hating each other. It’s getting old. It’s getting boring. Stop ignoring this. Stop running away from it.”
You’re in denial because of all of this. Because this isn’t the way you need this to go. This isn’t what you want. Everything is pointing to the signs that he’s right. He’s always fucking right. You shake your head; you think about the first time you met. Maybe that’s the reason you decided to hate him. Maybe it was the beginning of everything. Had you really started all of this? You honestly forgot about it.
BEFORE
Yet again you were sitting in the park crying over your roommate, who seems to have been a bitch this whole time. She lied to your face constantly, much like everyone else in your life. You have yet to find a group of honest people who will give you exactly what you want. Attention. Good attention. Love, and kindness. You have hope that you will one day. You might. Who knows? But it’s not like you can really complain. You put yourself into this situation and now you’re crying in a park like some lowlife.
He walks over to you. He’s got brown hair and brown eyes that lurk over you, and he debates if he should talk to you or not. You want to tell him to leave but instead you come out with fire, “What’re you staring at?” You ask, wiping your eyes of your tears, “Deciding if you should tip me? You think I’m homeless?”
He shakes his head, “No. I didn’t think that but now I’m quite sure that you’re just projecting your issues and you really are homeless.”
You roll your eyes, “Well I’m not... I’m not homeless. I’ve got a dorm... I think.”
“So you’re borderline homeless?” he questions.
“What’s it to you?” You ask him, “Unless you’ve got a place for me to go... and forgive me if I’m wrong, you wouldn’t even want me there because I’m a stranger.”
“You’re not though... a stranger.”
“What do you mean?” You furrow your eyebrows at the boy.
“You’re in my English class.” He sighs, “You sit right in front of me.”
“Right.” You nod slowly, “Because you know my name, then? If we’re not strangers.” You rub your eyes, a couple more tears falling down your face. Probably what’s left of them anyway.
He sighs, “Let me help you.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t need help.”
“Clearly, you do.” He’s getting aggravated now and the way the two of you are looking at each other is something other worldly. You want to kill him for nothing. For suggesting he help you which is exactly what you needed so why are you pushing him away? Why aren’t you letting yourself get help.
You stand your eyes burning because of your tears and you’re denying help that’ll probably be the best thing for you in the next while. What if this is what you need? What if this can reset your life? What do you have to lose? Absolutely, nothing. Nothing at all. You want to keep crying but you also want to move forward.
“What do you get out of helping me then...” You wait for his name.
“Peter Parker.”
“Parker? What do you get?”
“Dunno, good consciousness?”
You laugh, you genuinely laugh. He’s helping someone for the sake of helping someone, it’s not every day you run into someone like this. Not at all. You shake your head; he has to be joking. Maybe your faith in humanity has been lost after all. Because you’re pissing yourself at someone who’s just trying to help you. Your walls are up high. Higher than they ever have been because of your ex-roommate now, especially. This was the first time you’d been cheated on and he did it with her and then they both lied about it. They both led you on. You thought you were making friends. Turns out you were wrong.
But accepting his help reluctantly? It was the best thing you ever did for yourself.
NOW.
To this day Peter still doesn’t know that you’ve been cheated on twice. Just the one. But you didn’t need to tell him. As you looked into his eyes you didn’t need to tell him anything at all. You didn’t owe him that so now why does it feel like you do? He’s unwillingly shared a secret about himself with you all because of circumstance. It’s not everyday things like that just happen. It’s not everyday someone who lives with you is a superhero, vigilante, border lining on both? You are standing across from watching as he pulls off his suit and you have to remind yourself that you’ve seen this before but now it feels different. He’s in a pair of boxer briefs and it’s exactly like summer. Where he would walk around shirtless in a pair of shorts. So why is this different? Why is it fucking different?
You want to run but all you can do is look at Peter. Watch him. You shake your head, pulling yourself away from watching Peter’s body. Pulling yourself away from any thoughts you were beginning to have about changing things. Pulling yourself away... like you always seem to do. It’s funny how things have changed so drastically in the past few weeks. It’s as though you and Peter have been fighting this for a long time, even though it’s nothing such. You thought you hated Peter till you found him half dead in his room.
Peter, though? Peter wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt the day he met you. That’s all he ever wanted to do. But you made that hard for him. You made it so hard because you keep pushing and pushing and pushing him away. From the moment you met him that’s all you did. Constantly and now, Peter was getting tired. It’s not like Peter never hated you, but it’s not like he did. He did dislike you, but he also loved what he hated about you. How stubborn you were. How funny you could be. How nice you were to everyone but him. How you were a genuinely nice person, but he hadn’t been on the reciving end of that. Not at all.
None of your friends knew about this whole situation between you and Peter. MJ had no idea that your feelings for him had been morphing into something else over the past few weeks and you had no intentions of her finding out because all her, Harry, Felicia, Gwen and literally everyone else in your group had wanted. For you and Peter to be friends.
Yet, the two of you were in a constant battle of hate and love and as you can feel that battle beginning to end. That battle getting closer and closer to the finish line. You can’t help but wonder... why are you running?
You shake your head at Peter, “I’m not running, Peter.” You’re lying – you both know this is a poor attempt at lying because you have nothing to run from... not anymore.
Sure, Peter had said things to you. But you had said things back. It was a war and a battle, and those things are going away. There have been less fights over the last few weeks and everyone’s noticed. Yet, nobody has said anything. Your heart is telling you that everything is okay. That’s it’s okay to accept Peter as your friend... or something more.
As fucked up as it is, you might love him. It’s a thing you can’t really explain. A feeling that has been burning in your chest for a while. You don’t know whether you should be upset with yourself for allowing yourself to fall for someone you’d been arguing with for a long time. A person who’s said nasty things to you out of spite and anger and jealously. Because if anything Peter had been jealous and when you saw him with someone else you wanted to be that other person. You had been jealous too. Maybe it field the hatred even more.
Maybe the two of you actually deserved each other. Maybe you should stop running from him. Maybe you need to stop running from him. As he looks at your eyes, he moves closer. He’s stalking closer and closer and closer to you. Towering over to you. You can smell the mint in his breath. He brings his hand up to your chin, bringing your eyes up to his. His breath hot on your face.
“Yeah... you are, y/n.” He sighs, “I don’t care anymore. I need you to know that I can’t hate you anymore. I can’t do it anymore. But if that’s what you want. If that’s what you need, I’ll do it. As long as I get to speak to you as long as I get to be near you.” His eyes are brimming with tears now and so are yours, so desperate for you to know that he’s done with this.
“If that’s what you need... I will continue to hate you. I will never speak to you like this again, but I need you to be sure that you want that. I need you to be sure. I need you to tell me you’re sure you want that.”
You don’t wait for another second before standing on your toes and pressing your lips against Peter’s. They’re soft and plump and you can taste some of the salt from his tears, but he presses against your lips harder. Even though he’s pressing against you, he’s still gentle and careful with you. He’s still treating you like china. The way you needed to be treated. Gentle and loved.
His hands move down to your waist as he moves you towards his bed. Shutting the door behind him. His kisses are softer and there’s more of them. But his lips make their way to your neck, trailing soft kisses down your jaw first, moving lower and lower and lower and you moan gently as they touch your sweet spot, the space at the bottom of your neck and in the dip of your collar bone. Your heartbeat quickens as he brings his lips back up the same path. Probably giving you a hickey somewhere in that vicinity, but you didn’t care because Peter’s lips land back on yours and he pulls away for a moment.
“What do you need tonight, y/n?” He asks you, gently, softly. His eyes full of love and care and everything you’ve ever wanted and needed since the first day you met Peter. Since the first day you met Peter Parker, you’ve hated him and despite all odds he is the one giving you the love and care that you’ve always needed and desperately wanted.
You’re on the brink of tears as you look up at him as he hovers over you and you bite your lip trying to hold them back, “I just... I just want you, Pete. I need all of you, please.” You mutter softly and he smiles, nodding.
“I- yeah, I can do that.” He presses another kiss to your lips as his hands reach for the hem of your shirt, “Can I?” He questions you, requesting your permission.
You nod, “Yeah, you can.” You smile, you try to hide the fact that you’re excited to be doing this with Peter. Because so much has changed in the past few days and it’s killing you, it’s killing you that you didn’t do this sooner because this is everything you want. This is what you want.
You don’t want some stranger. You don’t want some guy from the club that you danced with for five minutes while plastered drunk. You want someone you can trust. You want the boy who stares you down in jealously as you dance with someone else because he wants to be that person with you and now that he is dancing with you in this intimate and hungry way that the two of you both desperately wanted. You couldn’t imagine it any other way. You don’t imagine how you could’ve hated Peter because he’s making you wet to your core and somehow, he’s been on your mind 24/7 since you’ve found out that he was Spider-Man. He’s been a constant thought in your brain because you really do care about Peter Parker and you didn’t believe it then, you couldn’t believe it then. But things were changing well off before that you and you were just too blind to see that.
You are wet. You are so wet for Peter it’s embarrassing. Your core is dripping, and you think if he takes off your panties it might drip down your inner thigh and he’s done absolutely nothing but kiss your neck. He’s not even come close to even touching you.
You sit up a little so he can take off your shirt properly. He discards it onto the floor, and you forgot you weren’t wearing a bra, he stares down at you, his eyes widening before he gives a little smile. His warm hands caressing your waist, sending a shiver down your spine.
“God, you are so beautiful.” He murmurs against your lips, and you smile against them. Why is he the one making you feel this good? Why did you wait so long for this to happen? You’re regretting everything you’ve ever said to Peter. He’s treating you like you’re the only person in the whole entire world. As though you are the person of his dreams... and that’s because you are.
Even when Peter hated you, you were a part of every single thought. The number of times he had thought about smashing his lips against yours to get you to stop talking were astronomical. The number of times he had dreamt about you regardless of what the context of the dream was were other worldly. He had always thought about you. There were things that reminded him of you daily and it was something of these dreams that he was having.
Your hands run down Peter’s body, finally feeling where the gash had once been, scar gone, he was completely healed and as he continued to press his lips against yours, your hands were cold and daring against the warmth and heat of his body. You were addicted to the way his warmth radiated off him. Everything about him was intoxicating to you. How he smelt like cinnamon and wood. Your lips are still on his as his hand cups your breast. Fondling with your nipple as it goes hard. It’s all you’ve ever wanted to feel. Good.
Because most men aren’t good at sex. But Peter hasn’t even started to fuck you and he’s already going to make you cum just by touching your boob. You’re getting drunk on him already.
Sadly, his lips come off of yours, and he trails kisses down your body, in between your boobs, his hand coming off and moving down to your waist, making you shiver once more. His lips end up at the waist band of your tiny shorts.
“Can I?” He questions you and you’re embarrassed. You’ve never been eaten out before. You’re not so sure why he’s focusing all his attention onto you, but you also want to make him feel good.
“Peter, you don’t have to do that. I want you to feel good.”
“But this will make me feel good.” His fingers slide underneath your waist band and you grab his hands.
“Look you don’t, I want you to do whatever will make you feel good and-”
“Have you never been eaten out before?” He questions once he realises how scared you actually are, and you shake your head.
“Let me show you how good you can feel, y/n. Those other boys, they didn’t treat you right. They used you. Let me show you how good both you and I can feel.” He says softly.
You nod and smile, unsure but willing, “Only... only if, you’re sure.”
“I’m very sure... if you need me to stop. If you don’t like it. Tell me.” He says stern, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
You smile and nod, “Okay, I want this, Peter. I want you to feel good.”
Peter pulls your shorts and panties down, his finger running against the slit of your pussy, his eyes flick to the clock beside you, worried that his friends are going to come home and catch you in this compromising decision. He doesn’t care but he knows you do and all he wants is for you to feel okay. Peter decides that you have enough time for this. That you both have enough time for this.
“You’re so wet, baby.” He mutters quietly, pressing a kiss to your slit, getting just a garner of your taste, how you taste so sweet and delicious against his tongue. He could remember this. He wants to remember this. He doesn’t want to live off anything else but you and how sweet you are.
Peter dips his tongue inside of you, your legs spreading slightly and his head in-between your thighs. You watch him as he devours you. His tongue doing laps around your clit. How he’s circling it with his tongue. How he sucks on it lightly and other time a little harder than before. He’s moaning as he tastes you and so are you. Throwing your head back, biting your lip, tiny pants coming out of your mouth making this better than Peter ever thought it could be as he continues to stroke your pussy with his tongue. There are kitten licks and then long and slow strokes that only leave you begging for more. Begging for him so completely, needing him so fully and whole. Your whole body jerking forward as he makes you ever so sensitive against his tongue. You want to scream as your back arches against his face, your hand running into his curls as though there is nothing you need more than this. As though you could never feel this good again. He slides a finger into you without warning and you don’t care at the point because you’re drunk.
Fuck being plastered on vodka shots – this is better. This is what you needed. You’ll remember all of this. You’ll continue to remember this and hopefully get this again so many more times. The squelch of your pussy filling the room is not missed. He’s kissing your pussy, his tongue moving faster and faster and you feel like you’re going to reach your breaking point at any moment. That hot feeling burning the bottom of your stomach and your pussy getting more sensitive as he continues to suck and lick and kiss your pussy. Lapping and drinking all of your juices, fucking feral for you. Devouring you like this is his last meal and all you need to do is cum.
“Fuck, Peter!” You moan softly as your back arches once more, his fingers pushing you against the edge as they press onto your g-spot, pushing deeper and deeper against you guiding you to the orgasm you so desperately needed from him.
When he pulls away you can see this mouth is glistening with you, his lips are red and plump, his hair a mess, a goddamn fucking mess and he presses his lips to yours, letting you taste how good you are. You moan against the kiss as you feel Peter’s cock in his boxers slide against your pussy. You groan softly.
“Peter, please.” You beg carefully, “I want you to fuck me, please.” You murmur against his lips. Your hot breath against his mouth as both of you are now panting. You palm his cock through his boxers, “Please, Petey.”
The nickname turns him on. God, the nickname turns him on, and he presses a hard kiss to your mouth before standing and taking off his boxers. Grabbing a condom from inside his drawer and that’s when you finally get a look at his long and thick cock. You’re not sure how long it is but every thought that had ever entertained you about the size of his cock was derailing your expectations, because whatever you expected? It was not this. He slides the condom on and joins you back on the bed.
His lips falling back onto yours in drunken heat, both of you are totally plastered on sex. The smell of the room is arousal. The air is thick and all you need is him inside of you at this point. You’re not quite sure if you’ll survive if he doesn’t stick his cock inside of you.
Peter’s finger runs against your sensitive clit again, but he slowly lifts your legs onto his shoulders, as he sits on his thighs. He looks down at you, and how your face contorts as he sticks his cock inside of your anticipating hole that’s still reeling from your last orgasm. But even so you are desperate to cum again and again and again as long as it’s Peter giving it to you. He’s slow at first, moving carefully as though he’s going to hurt you, but when you moan it’s the green light to go a little faster, to move his body against yours. His hips bucking against yours, he groans as he continues to move into you. The slit of his cock presses against your g-spot as he starts dripping pre-cum into the condom. His finger runs over your clit as he continues to pound into you. Your bodies moving like fluid. The way the two of you are so in sync of what you want and how you want it.
“Faster, Peter, please.” You throw your head back and close your eyes, your mouth open as you moan, your tits bouncing right in front of his eyes as he watches how beautiful you are. How you are both so raw in this moment. You’re all he’s ever needed – all he’s truly ever wanted.
Peter does as you say and moves his cock in and out of you faster and faster. Pressing into you, his cock covered in you and all Peter wants to do is taste you again stick his tongue in you and devour you. God, he remembers the taste on his tongue so fucking well. He keeps fucking you senseless. His cock pounding in and out of you and you’re almost numb from the feeling of his sex, you’re drunk, definitely fucking drunk.
Peter’s fucking you so hard, shoving his large cock inside of you, filling you. Filling you so deep and so much. You’re going to cry because of how good you feel, and Peter can feel how your pussy is starting to pulse around his cock. Starting to tighten, around his cock. Your pussy throbbing because of him as you feel your stomach fill with the same fire.
“Fuck Petey, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You moan loudly as he continues to fuck you so endlessly.
“That’s right, baby, cum for me, c’mon.” He says and it’s enough to push you over the edge as you reach your final orgasm. Your body curls in slightly and jerks forward slightly, Peter can feel himself getting close and as he rides you off of your orgasm, you can feel it too. His cock twitching inside of you, desperate to cum. He pants softly as he continues to pound into you. Feeling that same fire as he watches your tits still bounce and the way you look right now sends him over the edge as cum fills the condom. You’re sweaty, your skin glistening in the soft light of his room. The lamp in the corner amplifying all of your most stunning features. Peter gently takes your legs off of his shoulders as you yawn, snuggling into his sheets.
“Y/n, you gotta go pee.” Peter mutters softly as he presses a kiss to your forehead, “You did good, baby. So good. I hope I made you feel good.”
Peter cleans himself up and you shake your head, “Too tired...” Another yawn escapes your lips and Peter smiles down at you.
How did he ever hate you? Against all odds, he never thought this is where the two of you would be tonight. Peter thought he’d be asleep, and he thought you would be slaving away at your creative writing project. He’s heard you talk about it, but he’s not sure how that’s going for you.
You feel a strong pair of arms lift you up as Peter puts you in one of his nerd shirts, and he’s got a pair of pants on now, regardless, he slides his arms around you and carries you to the bathroom. You never realised how strong he actually was... then again, he is Spider-Man. Peter places you down as you reluctantly go to pee.
It’s funny... how he cares for you after all of this. How despite all the arguments the two of you are now something strange. But one thing’s for sure, you definitely do not hate Peter Parker anymore and he doesn’t hate you.
When you stand and finish peeing those same arms are carrying you back to your room... but that’s the thing, you don’t want to go back to your room, you want to stay with Peter, “Peter, can you... can I? Can you stay with me?” You mutter into his chest.
Peter freezes for a moment, the unusuality of the situation is finally setting in, but he obliges. He doesn’t know exactly where this puts the two of you. Over the past few weeks hate has left you. Jealously had taken over Peter at some point and the two of you had kissed twice – not to mention just had sex.
“You don’t have to.” You whisper into the warmth of him, “But I want you to.” You say meek. Your voice is tiny, and Peter wants to keep cradling you in his arms.
“I’ll stay.” Peter decides, before continuing, “I’ll leave in the morning, so nobody finds out, okay?”
You nod, “O-okay.” Peter sets you down on your bed, before joining you, his arms sliding around you.
When your roommates get home your door is closed and so is Peter’s they think you’re sleeping as far apart as possible. Never did they think or know what would be going on behind your door. If they found out, they’d think they’d enter an alternate reality.
*
It’s a few weeks later and Peter is making pancakes in the kitchen. You wear one of his shirts to bed. Nobody’s really noticed because it’s plain and white, but you sneak up behind him. Wrapping your arms around his torso, engulfing him in a hug. He laughs as you do so, kissing your hand before tending back to the food.
You kiss his back, the way his muscles shine in the morning, so defined. Peter feels this as he cooks, placing some more batter onto the frying pan before turning to you, pressing his lips on yours – it’s still early in the morning so the two of you are able to get away with this. Peter lifts you up by your legs and places you on the kitchen counter. The smell of pancakes and the taste of your lips are stimulating his senses.
“Petey, what if we get caught?” You laugh against his lips as his hands pull you closer. He’s tucked in between your legs as the cold of the counter sends a shiver down your spine.
He shakes his head, “We won’t, either way ‘s okay.” He continues to press his lips onto yours and your hands make their way into his hair – the pancakes are long forgotten as he pulls you closer to him if that’s even possible at this point.
Peter’s mouth begins to move down your jawline, down your neck, leaving kisses everywhere he possibly can. His hands moving from your waist to your thighs, underneath that large shirt of his that he just loves to see you wear. How you look so sexy in anything you wear will forever be a mystery to Peter. How you look so beautiful all the time will also be a mystery to the boy. Peter’s hands move into your hair and your tongues finally intertwine, the warmth of his hands pressing against your cold skin underneath his shirt as he finally reaches the sides of your boobs, gripping onto your sides. You moan against his lips, so desperately needing more than this. Your core beginning to drip.
How does he always do this to you?
You thought the morning would go differently. You didn’t think you’d be making out with your boyfriend as he cooked breakfast. Something was so nice about how domestic the situation was, as though the two of you were living a life together alone.
As you felt Peter just touching you. Being with you. You smiled against his lips, and he pulls away for air, “What’s wrong he questions?”
You laugh, your arms falling over his shoulders, as you tug on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, “Nothing... I just- I really like this, Pete. You and me.”
He nods, and you finally get a good look at him. His lips are plump and red. His hair is a mess. He’s stunning – beautiful and he’s yours. He’s your boyfriend. It overwhelms you and it overwhelms him, but you place your lips on his after your short confession. He smiles against your lips.
The pancakes are now burnt and the two of you don’t hear the door to Harry and MJ’s room open as you laugh against his lips in happiness. The two of you completely and totally in abyss, pulled away from the world and absolutely in your own. If you got told you’d be in this position a couple months ago, you’d probably laugh. But now you were laughing for all the right reasons.
... and you worry about him. You worry about Peter every night that he goes out. You worry about Peter when he doesn’t text you good night or knock on your window to tell you that he’s home from being Spider-Man. You worry about Peter when you go to these parties, and he disappears in between. You’ve stopped drinking as much so if you need to you can go home and tend to his wounds. Because you care about him. You care about Peter Parker.
Part of you thinks you always cared. If he did die who would be there to make fun of you? Or say some nasty shit that would send you reeling? That’s what it was before. The worry that your greatest enemy would be gone. But now it’s different.
Who will make you feel better about yourself? Who will you tell good news too? Who will kiss you better? Who will help you get rid of your writers block because this story? It’s a story worth sharing. Who will hold you when you’re crying in the middle of the night? Who will make fun of you as you cry at a stupid animated movie (or Revenge of the Sith, which against all odds, Peter had gotten you into Star Wars)?
These things... Peter. He’s changed your life. Sure, for the worse. But that was before. That was before you let yourself fall for him in every single way possible. He was someone who lit up your life and everyone could see that you had been happier... that you had been changing.
... and Harry Osborn had just figured out why. As he watched two of his close friends kiss, who had still been throwing weird insults at each other over the past two months, he finally realises why your banter has been off. Why you in particular, have been happier. Because you’ve found someone.
You found someone that’s made you love and it’s a weird sight to see his best friend making out with the girl who supposedly makes his life hell. It’s so fucking weird. But he can’t blame you. He can’t blame Peter either. The two of you were bound to let this happen. There was always a weird tension around the two of you and Harry was happy that the two of you got rid of it.
MJ wakes up, stirring as she walks over, almost falling because of how dizzy she is and as Michelle looks over at the kitchen counter, she looks to her boyfriend, with a soft groan, “Am I still dreaming?”
He shakes his head, “No... you’re not.”
You laugh against Peter’s lips as he finally notices the burnt pancake on the stove, “Shit!” He says softly and you throw your head back laughing once more. Watching him as he tries to save what’s been long gone.
Harry and MJ aren’t sure what’s going on but what they do know is that there are two people in love in their kitchen.
... and they’ve overcome so much.
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A different ride
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paring : Tom Holland x reader
summary: You and Tom spent the day together outside in London.
warnings: smut ( oral f receiving, unprotected sex[ don’t be silly wrap your Willy],public sex, kissing), swearing ,guess that’s about it.
word count: 2.7k
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“Let’s do something”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, I just want to do something fun. We’ve been in the apartment all this time.” You whined.
“We’ll it has been raining the past two days, what were we supposed to do, love ?”
“Yeah I know that,” you rolled your eyes,” but now we can do something. Like go for a really long walk or visit the market or have breakfasts in a cafe!” You exclaimed utterly excited about the fact that it had finally stopped raining.
Tom admired the look on your face when you were talking about something with such zeal and enthusiasm that you appeared to be shining. "We can do all of these," he replied, chuckling.
He then came up behind you, threw his arms around your waist, pulled you to his chest, and softly kissed your hair.
Your heart fluttered and your mouth stretched into a love-filled smile at the simple act of affection.
"Let's get dressed then," you exclaimed cheerfully.
"I think I have something else in mind for us to do prior," Tom said, a devilish grin on his face as he grabbed your waist and tossed you over his shoulder.
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You were sitting in bed, waiting for Tom to finish getting ready in the bathroom.
The occupation of the last hours got you two a little sweaty and after freshening up you were ready to go out and savour the nice weather.
Tom’s hand intertwined with yours. You you were walking trough a nearby park and stopping every now and then to just sit down on a bench and enjoy the beauty of the day.
There weren’t many words spoken.There wasn’t the need for it. You just savoured the closeness to your partner, the feeling of your hand perfectly fitting into his and the slight warm breeze of the wind announcing that spring was coming soon.
Tom followed every single movement of yours with his eyes, noticing the smile that erupted on your face when you saw a little kid gifting it’s mother a snowdrop, the love in your eyes when your gaze finally shifted back to him and he leaned in to kiss you softly. His hand caressed your cheek lovingly and when he pulled away to look at you smiling, you couldn’t help yourself and had to dive back in for another kiss. This time with more passion.
Tom breathed a little heavy when you eventually mustered up the will to break the love filled kiss.
After some seconds your boyfriend stood up and grabbed your hand to pull you up to him.
“What do you want to do next?” he asked you.
You didn’t need to think about it for too long before you replied giddily “let’s go to this sweet little cafe I told you about” Tom looked at you questioning “ the one with the delicious cupcakes and that is owned by the sweet old lady” you reminded him of what you had told him weeks ago when you found the beautiful shop.
Frowning Tom tried to remember you telling him about this place.
“Doesn’t matter if you remember baby, but I’m really hungry so let’s go?”
Nodding the two of you begun walking to the café not far from the park.
The little bell at the top of the door announced yours and Toms entry and the temperature difference caused his glasses to steam up.
While it felt warm and cozy inside the shop, it was still cold and brisk outside.
The air in the cafe smelled like vanilla,roses and cinnamon. A weird but oddly nice combination.
With taking a deep breath of the sweet air you pulled Tom with you to the shelves that displayed all the types of cupcakes, muffins and cakes you could buy here.
“Hello loves, what can I get you today?”
Tom greeted the lady and held friendly small talk with her while you were salivating over the delicious looking pastries.
“Something you want, darling?”
“If I could, I would try everything. These all look and smell like heaven.” You sighed.
“Oh thank you dear.” The sweet women tapped her cheek in thought, ”Why don’t you two sweethearts go sit over there and I select and bring you some of my baked goods?” The lady, Mathilda, suggested.
“That would be great, Thank you.” Tom said and you gave her a sweet smile. The two of you walked to a nice table a little more in the back of the shop.
Not long after you made yourself comfortable, Mathilda made her way towards you a tablet full with pastries in her hands.
“Here you go lovebirds. I hope you like ‘em.”
“I’m positive that we will.” You replied smiling.
As soon as she left the pair of you, each of you grabbed some of the baked goods. The first bite had you moaning” omg this taste so good.” You closed you eyes enjoying the different flavours.
“Not as good as you though,darling” Tom said winking at you and a blush coated your cheeks.
Images of Toms hands roaming your body and settling to spread your legs for him while leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth popped up in your head.
A position you were in a few hours ago.
“You okay love?” He asked with faked innocence.
“Yeah, ahem just a little hot.” You couldn’t get the image of him hovering over you out of your mind.
His scent like jasmine, musk and men, was filling your nostrils and made you all dizzy. His smirk told you that he know exactly what he was doing to you.
Tom’s eyes twinkled with mischief when he suggested “ let’s savour the afternoon hours in here with some nice tea and then go out to enjoy the evening and see London by night from above. It’s really beautiful to see London in the dark I promise.”
“Form above?” You asked clueless.
“Yup, the London eye offer’s a great view of London.”
“That sound incredible.” You answered happily and played perfectly into his cards.
„Perfect“
Tom ordered tea for you and you two enjoyed the presence of each other, the hot liquid warming you from the inside and the sweet atmosphere in the shop.
“So lovebirds, how long have you cuties been together?” Mathilda asked when she unexpectedly sat down besides you.
Tom immediately smiled and told her proudly that in a few weeks you would be a couple for three years . You looked over to him lovingly and were met with his eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you.
“And we are planning on taking a trip together to celebrate this.” He added.
“And where do you want to go?” Mathilda asked curiously.
“We thought about Italy, precisely Verona.” You responded smiling.
“Oh! How wonderful the city from Romeo and Juliet. How beautiful.” The sweet old lady exclaimed exited.
“Yeah, only that our love story won’t have a tragic ending.” Tom said and gave you a kiss to the forehead what made you smile more and your heart fluttered.
“Well, sweethearts, I need to go. Those muffins don’t bake themselves,” she laughed and stood up” I hoped everything was to your satisfaction and that I see you two here again.” With that Mathilda turned her back to you and Tom and left for the kitchen.
You faced Tom and asked ”Shall we go too?”
“Yeah I think it’s time, we should come back sometime soon though.” You agreed and got up.
Toms hand intertwined with yours the two of you made your way to the front, paid, gave Mathilda a tip and then walked out of the shop and into the fresh air of a cool London night.
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As Tom said you were going to the London eye.
There was a long line and you groaned at the idea of waiting in that line, but Tom didn’t stop. He skipped the line. You raised a brow at him in confusion but he just smiled.
The security guards let you in without any issues only asking Tom for an autograph.
He smiled kindly and asked them what to sign.
The guard, who now had the autograph of Tom Holland on his shirt, guided the two of you to the next empty capsule.
Tom followed you inside and placed his body behind yours, hugging your waist, his chin on your shoulder while you looked out taking in the beautiful view.
“Did I promise to much?”
“Gosh no, this is amazing.” You said with a big grin and turned around to face him.
Your bodies were pressed against each other’s, your breath mingled with his, his eyes fixated on you.
The proximity made you shiver.
You leaned in to kiss Tom, thanking him for the beautiful day you had and were still having. When you wanted to pull away though he stopped you with a hand on you neck. He pressed his lips against yours with more force, more passion. His tongue darted out to lick your lip silently asking you to open your mouth. You invited him in and he depended the kiss immediately. Toms hands begun to wander. Sliding from your waist to you backside and you lower back giving it a good squeeze. You moaned into the kiss. When you had to pull away to breath, Tom went to your neck, skittering your skin in kisses, sucking and nipping on different spots he knew were gonna drive you crazy. Your hands,that had gone into his hair at some point, were now sliding down his chest, you stopped at his waist and pulled him back in by his belt loops. He chuckled but didn’t stop you. Your action secretly turned him on, a lot.
Then Tom was kissing you breathless again, you were aroused, the wet patch in your panties proof of that.
“Tom” you said breathing hard,”We have to stop”
“No we don’t, darling.” His answer was muffled due to his face in your neck, lips pressed to you skin, making you whimper.
You could feel him smiling against your skin, he loved how you reacted to him.
“I wanna devour you,love.” You gasped.
“In here? Are you insane?” He chuckled and came face to face with you.
“Only crazy for you darling.” You rolled you eyes, but couldn’t hide the smile that was creeping onto your face.
“Come on. Sit on the handrail, baby.”
“But what if someone sees?” You mentioned worried.
“No one will see. I asked for privacy. The cameras are turned off in our capsule and the people in the capsule before ours are occupied with the view. And as you can see no one is in the one behind us.”
You looked to your left seeing that in fact the capsule behind yours was empty.
“I can’t believe this” Tom smirked and winked at you before saying “Love we both know this gets you going. We both know that your little heart is beating so hard right know just at the thought that maybe we could get caught. And as for me I’ve been longing for you the whole day, this morning just wasn’t enough.” Your face heated up in a heavy blush and you bit your lip warily before sighing and sitting on the rail.
“Good girl.” Tom murmured his hands on your thighs parting them for him while he sank on his knees for you. You glanced to the occupied capsule and noticed that they were more interested in the lights of London than what was happening in the other capsules.
Tom used the time you were distracted to get rid of your panties, the sensation of his tongue on you made you gasp, it had been unexpected. Tom moaned at your taste. “God you taste like heaven.” Your hands wandered to his hair tugging on its roots making him groan into you, the vibration drew a whimper from you in return.
While one of your boyfriends hands was busy holding your thighs apart the other went to join his tongue. He traced figure eights around your clit,ever so often lightly pressing down, building up your orgasm torturing slow. “Mmh Tom. Please.” You moaned. “What is it love?”
“Please I need more.” You begged.
“As you wish”
His tongue and finger swapped places, his finger now pumping into you furiously and his tongue stimulated your bundle of nerves.
The moans you released made Tom groan, and he can feel his dick throbbing in his trousers.
He fucked you with his fingers, bringing yo close to the edge. The final push over the brink and into the sweet abyss of pleasure was his lips sucking on your clit teasingly.
You moaned out his name, your thighs trembling and closing in around his head.
Tom laps up every last drop of your orgasm. The slight overstimulation making you whimper.
Still in a haze from your previous orgasm you didn’t notice that Tom had stood up and pulled his pants down, releasing his cock. When the dizziness in your brain eased your eyes focused on Tom's hand stroking his dick. Precum already leaking.
You let out a moan when you felt the head of his dick nudge your center. “Tom, please.,” you said breathy,” Fuck me already.”
His response was a smug smirk before he pushed into you completely in one thrust. “Fuck. I love how you feel around me. So good.”he muttered.
Mewling and whimpering you hooked your legs around his waist meeting his restless thrusts.
One of his hands was one the glass beside your head. He leaned down to capture your lips in a deep kiss while the movements of his hips and the tempo of his pumping into you, increased.
“God you’re so fucking tight. I could spent every fucking second of every fucking day between your legs. This is heaven, darling.”
“Tom” you moaned desperate. His words making your walls flutter around him, resulting in his thrust growing sloppy.
“Come for me darling.” He said while rubbing your clit vigorously.
“Mmh Tom, yes right there. God don’t stop.” You moaned when he continued to hit that spot. One last thrust sent you over the edge. Stars exploding behind your eyelids and clenching so hard around Tom it triggered his own high.
With a long moan of your name he released into you.
You both were breathing heavily when you pulled Tom in for a kiss. Breaking away he rested his forehead against yours. His lips brushing over yours whenever he spoke.
Your attention was brought back into reality when you heard cheering coming from the capsule before yours. Snapping your head into the direction of the sounds you were relieved when you found them still staring out the window. Clapping and cheering at the fireworks.
“Tom.” His eyes were closed and he was enjoying the feeling of you, your body in his arms and your sweet walls still around him. “We gotta get dressed, immediately.”
With a displeased groan he slipped out of you, pulled his trousers back on and went to put your panties back on you.
Before he pulled them all up though he used one of his fingers to gather his cum and pumped it back into you.
“Gotta keep something of me inside you, darling.” Then he pulled your panties up and went to stand in front of the window to fix his hair.
You were so startled from his actions that you could do nothing but stare at him with shock written all over your face and a heavy blush was coating your cheeks a deep type of red. “No need to get shy on me now, pretty girl.”
You chuckled and muttered “unbelievable” under your breath before you also turned to the window to fix yourself besides Tom.
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cupidsmoonlight · 2 years
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like a book - tom holland
A/N: new post bc its rosh hashana and im blessing u bitches <3 ALSOOOO not tom not saying he loves y/n back...🤚 anyways pt 2?
(tom holland x actress!reader)
summary: why y/n loves tom
word count: over 1000
the day started off normal. well, as normal as your days could possibly be. with the new thor movie coming out, you had a lot of interviews to do. your career took off after being cast as the winter soldiers long lost daughter, created to continue the HYDRA empire. after your “villain era” as you liked to call it, you worked with the heros and became a prime member of “the revengers”. that's actually where you met your best friend and longtime fuck-buddy, tom holland. 
you were in your last interview of the day when you heard the stupid interns from “vogue” talking about you.
“i just don’t get it, she's obviously using him”
“you don’t know that”
“come on its tom holland. who wouldn’t want a relationship with him. i know you’ve seen the pictures”
“what if it’s him?”
“what does he have to gain from being with a girl like that? I mean he could have Zendaya if she wasn’t a heartless which” 
you quickly finished the interview and rushed out of the building as fast as possible. you found yourself falling into a deep depression. did tom think you were using him? you loved tom. in fact, you were in love with him.
wait.
hold the phone.
you were in love with tom holland. 
as if fate was on your side, you heard your phone buzz. 
hey
the text plain and simple, yet, effective. with those three letters you knew that he wanted you. he craved you. he needed his fill. at least, you told yourself if was him who needed the fill. even though no other human, man or woman, could touch you like he did. could feel you like he did. 
hi
you responded so quick you almost felt desperate. you knew he liked you, god everyone on the planet knew, not only because both of your lives basically belonged to the public domain. No, it was because of the way he talked about you, the way looked at you, posted about you in front of millions of fans, the names he called you, tom holland was head over heels. 
too bad, so sad, you thought to yourself. 
a psychiatrist would call you delusional. so would all your friends. they could tell you wanted him, they could tell he wanted you, so what were you waiting for exactly... 
can you come over?
tom loved the way your words made his heart squeeze. he knew that you didn’t truly realize how deep your own feelings ran. tom knows how your brain works, because he had been paying far too close attention to you, for far to long. you thought he only knew how your body worked but he knew it all. body. mind. soul. he had memorized you like a book. 
he would wait forever. he would play a million of your stupid little games if that made you believe you were control of the situationship that you both had found yourselves in. he would do anything for you. and that unconditional love was something you were never ready to accept. 
until today. 
already on my way. chinese or mexican?
chills ran down your spine as you saw his response. you hated the way your heart clenched. the way you could feel an endless amount of goosebumps take over your long, exposed legs. 
this was where everything started to feel a bit more... fuzzy. you could fuck any guy you wanted. lord knows you’d experimented with your fair share of teenage heartthrobs as soon as your acting career launched. but no one, ever, treated you like tom did.
tom wasn’t the first person to make you cum, but lord he had to be the best. sometimes he would torture you with orgasm after orgasm. other days, he’ll deny you of that remarkable finish until you’ve almost passed out. but, the innumerable amount of  “finales” he’d oh, so, generously provide, were not the problem. 
the problem was that he cared. tom holland cared to stick around after the sex was done. he stuck around through everything. the sicknesses and health. the forplay and the aftercare. the awkward fan questions to your first award show. tom holland was always there. 
fucking dick. 
mexican please
tom thought he knew what you were doing. if he had known you were contemplating your entire life simply because he asked you if he should bring over mexican or chinese food, he would have gotten the food and b-lined to a ring shop. because, of course, tom holland knew your ring size. if it would ever come up, he would simply say something stupid like, “it’s better to be prepared” with a wink and a smirk. 
you heard the three loud knocks on your wooden door and immediately ran to great the young spiderman. 
“hi,” you couldn’t contain your grin as you saw the brunette standing in your doorway with a big brown bag in one hand and a huge smile on his face. 
“hey sweetheart, how you been?” he greeted you as he kissed you on the cheek and made his way into your giant kitchen. as he placed the bag down onto your dinner table and began unpacking the delicious cuisine that you would be eating very soon, you found yourself with the undeniable urge to hug him.
you quickly wrapped your arms around his muscular torso. you could feel him instantly relax as he let you hold him. you rested your face in between his back muscles and let out a content sigh. 
he reached his arms up to cover yours and quickly turned around so you two could be face to face. he pulled you in close. he was worried about you. to be fair, he always worried about you. but this... this was different. In the past, you’d denied any physical intimacy other then sex. now, here you are holding on to tom like he would disappear if you let go. “what's wrong darling?”
“nothing.” you responded shortly as you hid your face in his chest. squeezing him tighter, trying your best to avoid eye contact. tom could feel his hands becoming clammy as his worry grew. he looked down at you as he removed one hand from around your waist to gently grab your face. he squeezed your cheeks as he moved your head up to look at him, you loved when he pinched your cheeks. 
“don’t lie to me y/n” he spoke sternly. you pressed your lips together. you finally looked him in the eye as you felt the adrenaline begin to fill your body. why did he have to be so goddamn sexy. 
“i  love you” he let out a chuckle as you frowned. he noticed your pouty face as he let out a dramatic sigh, “baby i love you too, you know that” he explained. you pushed him away dramatically as you let out a sigh. “tom, listen to me-” you walked back over to him and grabbed his face in your small palms. 
you looked him in the eyes as you chose your next few words very carefully, 
“tom fucking holland, i’m in love with you”
he stopped. the world stopped. 
“what?”
it was as if the world had finally been rightfully been put on its axis for the first time ever. as if the colors became a little bit brighter, simply because these two soulmates had finally interconnected.  
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silkylovey · 2 years
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texting your boyfriend Tom as a roadman
a/n: i found this too funny to not write or post
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modernstoner · 2 years
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ghosts| p.parker
peter tutoring you has it's perk.
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader
warning: smut.
w/c: 0.9k
a/n: inspired by this twt link [here]. let's ignore the act that i disappeared for like 6 months lmfao, enjoy ♡
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"you don't believe in ghosts?" you ask peter, watching as his breath hitched at how close your face was to his.
you grinned at him, waiting for a response.
never in peter's life had he thought that you would be in the same room as him. let alone, on the same couch with him.
after finding out you were almost failing chemistry, the teacher recommend getting tutored. that's when you got the brilliant idea to ask peter for help.
"n-no, not really." he awkwardly shrugged before chuckling, looking down, not daring to make eye contact with you.
you made him nervous, like really nervous, it's not every day that peter is with a pretty girl. "why not?" you grinned, waiting for a response.
the tutoring and homework were all forgotten by now, the only thing the two of you focused on was, whose going to make the first move
the tension danced in the air as you waited for peter to answer instead he turned to you, hesitantly leaning in, seeing how nervous peter was, you decided to make the move first.
your lips touched his, and the butterflies in his stomach exploded. you moved your lips, waiting for him to follow your direction, he immediately took the sign.
your lips synced with his. it was gentle, tender, and sweet but quickly, something in peter changed. his lips became desperate, he hopelessly moved his hip a little, getting it closer to yours.
you smirked between the kiss, peter took the opportunity to slide in his tongue, earning a soft groan from you. tongue crashing into each other, your hand flies to his brown curls, pulling them.
you finally pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath. peter whined when he lost contact with your lips, seeing how swollen and wet his lips were, made you feel some type of way.
you started to kiss and lightly suck on his neck, earning a low moan from him. "what do you want, peter?" you asks, kissing his jaw before nibbling on his earlobe.
"i-i want you." he struggled to say, his fingers fidgeting with the hem f your loose shirt, asking for a silent request to take them off.
"how?" you hum, kissing down his neck, slowly and teasingly.
"your h-hands, i want your hands, so so bad."
gosh, he was so desperate.
your lips curved into a smile. "your wish is my command." that's all you say before tackling his belt, pulling down his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers and his star wars shirt.
"mind taking that off for me?" you gently ask, narrowing your eyes at his shirt.
he gulped and nodded. he ripped his shirt so fast that it made you giggle. "you're adorable." you say, your fingers caressing his abs.
you groaned at the sight in front of you, but more importantly, his hardened cock in front of you. you let your hands caress down his thighs and where he wanted you the most.
his cock was so hard, that it outlined through his boxers. your index finger tracing him, obviously teasing him. peter squirmed beneath you, impatiently waiting for you to do something.
finally, you decided to pull down his boxer, letting his cock spring out. you admired how it looked, the red tip already leaking precum, begging to be touched.
"please, (y/n)." he sighed, looking at you in awe.
you started off slow, moving your hands up and down, slipping your thumb over his tip when you pass it. you use his precum as lube, the steady movements were killing him, taking matters into his own hands.
he begins to thrust into your hand, surprised at his sudden action but seeing him, desperately fucking himself with your hand made you aroused.
you formed your hand into a fist, slightly pressing it making him moan out loud.
he closed his eyes in utter bliss, his whole world was euphoric. loving the way your hand felt around his twitching cock, "(y/n), i— ugh, i'm gonna c-cum—"
"no."
peter's eyes widen in surprise. "w-what?" he asks, thinking he heard you wrong.
"you heard me. you will not cum until i say so." a devilish smirk creeps up on your face.
you push peter's hip down, his cock still in your hand. you bobbed your hand, faster than before. taking your other hand, rubbing your palm on his red tip as he tried his best to stay quiet.
you noticed it, frowning, you leaned in, smashing your lips with his. guiding his mouth towards your tongue, tongue clashing in with each other.
peter kept moaning, whining against your lips as you swallowed all of it. you pulled away due to the lack of oxygen, your hand still repeating the same movement.
"(y/n)— i can't t-take it." his hips stutter into your hand. smirking, you go faster, earning the loudest moan from him.
he was reaching one of the best orgasms he ever had, twitching and jerking beneath you. you attacked his neck, sucking harshly, making sure to leave a dark purple mark the next day.
"hmmph— (y/n), i—"
"come on, cum like the little slut you are." you whispered in his ears, now using both of your hands to fasten the pace.
and there he was, cumming all over your fingers, some even landing on your shirt but you didn't care. peter lets out the most angelic moan, his tensed muscles finally calming down.
eyeing him up and down, you went to the bathroom as peter relaxed down. you arrived back with some tissues and some hot water, handing him the cup of water, you cleaned the mess that you created.
you hear him place the cup next to the table before cupping your face and kissing you. you smile into the kiss, embracing this short intimate moment.
"so, how about i return you the favor?"
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lnfours · 1 year
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Hey I was hoping that maybe you could possibly do one where y/n and Tom haven't been able to see each other for a long while because he is away filming so y/n surprises him by showing up at his hotel room/temp apartment wearing lingerie and smut ensues😉
heyo! i'm sorry your request got deleted before, lovie :( i hope you enjoy! <3
❗️ smut!!!
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when tom had told you he was going to new york to film a new tv show, part of you was upset. he'd just gotten home from doing no way home press, but you knew what you had signed up for when he had asked you to be his girlfriend a while back. you couldn't be upset, but damn did you miss him.
when harrison gave you the bright idea of surprising him in new york, you tackled the blonde into a hug. he was going to new york to see tom, but he was sick of you moping around the house complaining about how bad you missed him. ever since then, you both had made it a mission to keep it a secret from tom that you were joining haz on his flight to new york. you couldn't help the smile on your face as you sat at the gate in the airport at 4:30 in the morning.
yes you were tired, but you missed your boyfriend so much you were willing to wake up at 1am to get to the airport to go see him.
so when you landed and got to the hotel, you couldn't help the excitement you had. you looked in your bag, pulling out the matching set of underwear you had packed as a little extra surprise. you quickly changed, knowing he'd be back any minute.
and when you heard the beep from tom entering his hotel room key into the slot, you couldn't help the smile as you laid on the bed. you wore one of the complimentary robes the hotel had placed in the bathroom over top of the baby blue lace, heart beating a little faster as you heard him make his way to the bedroom.
"yeah, haz," you heard tom's voice, knowing he was on the phone with his best friend, "yeah, i'll get cleaned up and meet you at the restaurant at like 8:30, mate."
you smiled as tom opened the door, freezing in the doorway as you let out a soft chuckle. his eyes were wide, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as you sat there.
"yeah, mate... i gotta go. i'll see you there." he rushed his words, quickly hanging up the phone as you got up out of the bed. as soon as he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around you and smiled. you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifted you off the bed.
"you're here. you're really here, right? like i'm not dreaming?"
you laughed, "no, tommy. i'm right here."
the smile was still big on his face as he kissed your lips sweetly. you melted into his touch, hands gripping the curls at the nape of his neck.
"i love that you surprised me 'n all," he started, his nose bumping against yours, "but can i just ask why you're in a robe?"
you smirked, untying the robe and letting it fall to the floor. his eyes raked over your body as his fingers traced the baby blue lace that sat against your skin. he chuckled to himself, pulling you back in for another kiss.
"god, i missed you."
"missed you too, tommy."
he groaned at the nickname, walking backwards to the bed as his legs hit the edge. you climbed on top of his lap, one leg on each side of his hips as his head hit the mattress. you smiled down at him, his hands grabbing at your hips.
"you're so pretty, y'know that, love?"
you leaned down, your lips brushing against his as you spoke, "you tell me everyday."
"gotta make sure you know."
you giggled as the two of you kissed once again, his hands moving to flip the both of you over. you tugged his shirt off, hands meeting his warm skin as he tugged his jeans off. his lips traveled from your lips to your neck, kissing your sweet spot as you let out a soft moan at the contact. you raked your nails down his back gently, careful not to leave any marks.
"i love this set on you, darling, but i gotta take it off." he said as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. you lifted your hips up off the bed as he pulled them down your legs. he threw them behind his head, letting them hit the floor. he hooked your legs around his shoulders, kissing and nipping at your thighs.
you let out a soft whine as he slowly reached to where you wanted him the most. he smirked against your skin.
"yeah, baby? tell me what you want, love."
you let out a shaky breath as his eyes met yours, "i want your tongue, tommy."
he placed a gentle kiss against your folds. you moaned softly as his tongue flattened against you, licking and sucking at your most sensitive parts. your hands found his curls, moaning against your core as you tugged.
"fuck, i missed this... missed you. so much.
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Peter giving reader back rubs amd things escalate bcz the sounds coming from her r such a turn for peter
Hope you like it babe, it's like a little baby smut. I just typed this up real quick and didn’t edit so let me know if you find and errors please! Thanks for sending this in, love you xx
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Warnings: sexual situations, smut
Summary: Things get a little heated when Peter tries to help you relax
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“Why don’t you take a break? You’ve been sitting here all day,” Peter grabbed your shoulder, massaging them gently as he tried to pull you away from the table.
“I’m really worried about my econ final,” you sighed, unable to resist leaning back into his touch.
“I know, but you’re just wearing yourself out,” he kissed the top of your head, “You’re not gonna get anywhere if you don’t take a break every once in a while.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right...”
“I’m definitely right,” he squeezed your shoulders, “Why don’t you come lay down for a little while? I could give you a little massage and then we can study together.”
“That sounds really nice, thank you Peter,” you smiled while he pulled you out of the chair, gently tugging you towards your room.
“I thought it would,” he held your waist while you walked. He tugged gently at the bottom of your shirt when you sat down, “Wanna take this off?”
You nodded and lifted the shirt off your head, Peter blushed at the sight of your bare chest. It didn’t matter how many times he saw you naked, he always made you bashful. You laid down on your stomach and Peter crawled behind you, straddling your lower back.
“I can’t promise it’ll be great, but I’ll do my best,” he promised while he started to work over your skin.
“That’s okay Peter, it feels great already,” you assured him.
You were much more tense than you though you’d be, and Peter’s hands felt amazing. He applied just the right amount of pressure to relax the knots in your back, making you whimper under him.
“That feels amazing Peter,” you moaned happily.
He blushed at the sound, suddenly his throat felt dry, “Thanks, I’m glad it does.”
You continued moaning and whimpering under him while he worked. His whole body felt hot, every sound you made sent more of his blood rushing south. When he reached your shoulders you let out a particularly erotic sounding moan  and Peter bit down on his cheek. He tried to will himself to stay calm but he couldn’t help growing hard. He shifted above you to try and hide his arousal from you so you wouldn’t think he’d dragged you away just to have sex.
“Peter,” you smirked under him, noticing how fidgety he had become, “Are you alright?”
“O-Of course,” he cleared his throat, “My leg was just falling asleep.”
“I see,” you hummed, “That’s funny because I swore I felt something poking my back.”
“N-No! No, you didn’t feel anything, it was just my knee,” he lied.
“That was so not your knee,” you giggled, “Come on Peter, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I just don’t want you to think that I was just trying to have sex or something, I really want to help you relax,” he pursed his lips, continuing to work at your shoulders as he spoke, “It was just that you were kind of moaning and stuff...”
“I can’t help it, you’re just making me feel so good Peter,” you purred, “So, so good.”
He swallowed and took a long breath, “Come on.”
“But you are,” you insisted, “And if you let me roll over I’d like to make you feel good too.”
Peter climbed off you right away, his whole body buzzed with anticipation. He slammed his lips against yours the second you rolled over, his hands began to wander your bare torso. You tugged his shirt off and he attached his lips to your neck.
You moaned as he nipped at your skin, he smiled against you, “God your so sexy.”
“Mmm, so are you,” you grinned as he tugged your shorts and underwear off your hips, “So, so sexy Peter.”
He moaned loudly when you started palming over him. His lips returned to yours while he struggled out of his sweats. With both of you left in only your underwear you rolled over so you could straddle his hips. You ground down against him before separating again.
“You so fucking gorgeous,” he grinned up at you, one of his hands grazing over your breast.
You whimpered when he pinched your nipple, grabbing onto the edge of his boxers, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his lips to yours again.
You helped Peter out of his boxers and took him in your hand. He moaned happily at the feeling and let you push him back onto the bed. He was hard already so you hovered above him, he held your hips to help keep you steady. Gently he pulled you down onto him, pushing his hips up and moaning at the sensation. You whimpered as you sank down onto him, he massaged your hips encouraging you to relax against him.
“Just tell me when your ready,” he brushed the valley between your breasts with the back of one of his hands.
You nodded, “Yeah, just a second,” you rocked your hips lightly against his while you adjusted to him.
“I wanna hear more of those pretty sounds you were making for me baby,” he smiled lazily up at you, moving his hand down towards your core.
His thumb grazed over your clit, working slowly to make you feel as good as he could. You inhaled sharply before you moaned. You started to rock your hips a little harder against his before you started riding him. Peter rocked his hips upwards to meet your movements. He started to rub your clit harder and faster, drinking in your pleasured moans with a big smile. 
“Fuck baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he warned.
“Me either,” you gasped as he thrusted up into you, “Fuck, right there Peter, please.”
“Yeah? Am I making you feel good baby?” he squeezed your waist.
You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut, “Yes Peter, I-I wanna cum together.”
“Me too, are you close baby?” he panted as he felt you clench around him.
“Really close,” you confirmed. 
Peter pushed himself up so he could kiss you again, smiling while you moaned into his mouth. You squeezed his shoulder and tried to pull away so you could tell him you were about to finish, but he pinched your clit and all you could do was gasp. Peter groaned as you clenched down around him, falling apart just a second after you did. He continued rocking his hips against yours, helping to work both of you through your highs.
He pressed his forehead against yours as you both started to come down. Both of you were panting and smiling. You let out heavy, breathy laugh that Peter couldn’t help but copy.
“So how was the massage?” he teased.
You laughed, “It was great, I really appreciated the happy ending.”
“Me too,” he kissed you deeply and fell back onto the bed, “You wanna lay down for a little while?”
You nodded and climb off of him, instead opting to lay down with your head on his chest, “I wanna snuggle.”
“Me too,” he wrapped both of his arms around you and kissed your head, “But you should go pee first.”
You groaned, “Can you stop being responsible for five minutes?”
“Not when it comes to your health,” he smiled at you while you dragged yourself out of bed.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, you’re the best boyfriend in the world,” you padded over to the bedroom door and looked back at him, “Don’t more a muscle until I get back.”
He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting right here for you.”
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tomhollandstea2 · 2 years
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Can we talk about how there are ABSOLUTELY NO MORE TOM FICS!! Like there are some but barely any anymore😭 when Tom left so did the fanfics😔
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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year
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okay now that ik we’re doing this fr LMFAO def gonna need a labor and delivery blurb w y/n & tom i can def see it being chaotic and hilarious 😭 & then all the girls + the boys meet baby mia 🥺🥺
Missin this series 🥺 check out Make Me Love You in my bio for more of this ☺️
"Shit…" Tom stumbles, eyes still puffy from sleep, hair still a mess, and you're pretty sure the shoes he just put on are reversed but… he's ready for this baby and with the pain you're currently in, so are you. He grabs your hand and the baby bag by the door before he's heading out, unlocking the car. He takes a deep breath, 
"Can't believe we'll be bringing our baby girl home in the same car we fucked in in college." He murmurs. You groan, 
"The thought of sex right now makes me want to give you a vasectomy myself." He swallows, not responding before he's helping you into the car. It's deep breaths all the way to the hospital and you can hear Tom's phone vibrate with the texts from the group chat, following his announcement that you were in fact, in labor. 
Tom let's you squeeze his hand, coaxing you through the pain as you push. He strokes sweaty strands of hair from your face, 
"Doing so good darling. You're almost there." He tells you, kissing your cheek. And he's right. In two more pushes, a wail cuts the air, and Tom glances up to see his baby girl being laid on a towel. He's quickly handed scissors to cut her umbilical cord before she's ushered away to be cleaned and have her vitals taken. 
Soon enough, the three of you are left alone, Tom watching you drag your top down, your little girl latching to your nipple without a hitch. He worms his way behind you, resting his chin over your shoulder. He watches Mia suckle, your head coming to rest back against his shoulder, 
"You two are so beautiful." He murmurs, kissing your jaw. You hum, 
"I don't feel beautiful. I feel gross." You murmur. He chuckles, 
"You could never be gross. You'll always be beautiful. And look at this." He reached out and strokes Mia's head, "How could you feel gross when you just brought this into the world?" He poses. Glancing up at him, he stares down at her for a moment longer before his eyes meet yours,
"She is pretty perfect huh?" You pose. He nods,
"Almost as perfect as her mother."
"No, she's much more perfect than her mommy. Look at that little face." You trail a finger across her cheek. He smiles, 
"She is very beautiful darling." He mumbles. Laying your head back against his shoulder, you sigh, 
"That was… the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I am so tired." You murmur. He kisses your bare shoulder, 
"You deserve the world ya know." You hum, 
"I deserve sleep. You can have your skin to skin because I'm about to pass out." He chuckles, 
"Once she's done feeding, I'll take her." He tells you. You nod. 
It doesn't take long for her to finish and stare up at the both of you so inquisitively, it makes your heart heart. Tom takes her once he's shed his shirt and once you've snapped a few photos of the two of them, it's easy to slip into peaceful, much needed sleep.
A few days later, you're discharged, watching Tom strap your little girl into her carseat. You smile down at him, 
"Look at that Mia, mommy isn't the only girl that can crumble your daddy to his knees." He grumbles, sighing when you brush your fingers along his shoulder,
"I'm kidding love. Promise." He nods before he's standing straight, hoisting the car seat up. You coo down at your baby who stares up at you with gorgeous, sparkling, chocolate eyes. Tom slings your baby bag over his shoulder, worry flashing in his eyes at the backpack you sling over your own shoulder, 
"Tommy, it has stupid stuff in it. It's light." He swallows and nods, 
"Fine…" He takes your hand and leads you out of the room, keeping a close eye on you until Mia is strapped into the middle seat, and you're buckled in beside her. 
Of course he drives way under the speed limit, but it's fine because with Mia's fingers wrapped around one of your own and her eyes blinking in the light while she suckles her pacifier, you're lost in her. Soon enough, he's parking, taking her carseat and the duffel up the stairs to your apartment. He toes the door open, leading you inside. Once you set foot in the door, you gasp, 
"Surprise!" The group yells, Tom's smile somehow widening. You gasp, 
"Guys…" Ivey giggles before she's trotting forward, pulling you into her arms. She spots Mia, cooing as she crouches in front of Tom to see her in her little carseat. Keaton has moved to pull you into his arms, kissing your temple, 
"How are you feeling?" He asks. You nod,
"Fine. Sore but… she's worth it." You explain to him. He smiles and drapes his arm over your shoulders as Cole's hand slides across your lower back, 
"Oh my goodness… hi sweet girl. She is gorgeous guys." Ivey says. Tom smiles before he's setting her down and unclipping her from her carseat, 
"Would you like to hold her?" He asks Ivey who looks up at him, teary eyed,
"Really?" Tom nods,
"Course." Tom can tell that the hormones from being so early into her own pregnancy has her weepy. Harrison comes to stand behind her as she takes your baby girl into her arms, cradling her close, 
"Your mommy's bump was so big but you're so tiny baby girl." She tells her. Tom chuckles, watching his best friend's wife, and his wife's best friend coddle his first baby, 
"She really is. My biceps are bigger than she is." Harrison murmurs, 
"And that's why she's small." Tom tells him. He reaches out and smacks your husband, 
"Asshole." Keaton sits down on the couch with you still under his arm. Cole takes the seat next to you, gesturing to Tom, 
"How was he?" You nod, 
"Good. He was a great partner to have. Super supportive. And whenever I needed sleep, he took her." He nods,
"Good." You nod, watching Tom stroke little tufts of hair from your daughter's forehead as she rests her head over Ivey's shoulder. You smile, 
"He's gonna be an amazing dad." You murmur. Keaton nods, 
"I believe it." 
"Yeah… he's decent enough." Cole murmurs. You giggle, resting your head over his shoulder. He sighs, 
"Mom would be… so proud of you." He tells you. You smile, 
"I know." Scarlett comes to sit in Cole's lap, his arms binding around her as she leans in and hugs you, 
"You and Holland made the most beautiful little girl. She's so perfect and we're all obsessed and I wanna know when it's my turn to take her and love her." 
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's a lot all at once. Don't you think the new parents should have their fill of her first? Besides… all she'll do is sleep, you wait until she's like two, fill her with sweets, and then drop that ticking time bomb back off here." You glare at your older brother who shrugs,
"Strictly to her father though. Not her mother because I'd like to keep my balls." You roll your eyes, 
"It'll always fall back on me." 
"Hey, that's not true. We're a team." Tom mumbles, nearing you. You stare up at him as he leans in and kisses you softly, 
"We're a team." He reiterates. You nod, 
"Yeah, fine." Ivey and Harrison share the chair in the corner, one of his hands pressed to her belly, the other cradling Mia's head. You smile at them,
"Speaking of great parents." Tom nods as he slides down to the floor. You run your fingers through his hair. Cole nudges your side, 
"And just like that, you're a mom." You smile,
"And just like that she's got a protective little crew." Cole nods, 
"Three step moms and four step dads." You giggle and nod, 
"The best." With everyone crowded into your living room, pawing all over your new baby girl, it's just like old times. It's just like college, add a baby girl. And it's perfect. 
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vendettaparker · 2 years
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The Art of Scraping Through: Prologue—There's an Art to Life's Distractions
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Summary: Working is what brings you joy, and ever since you left home, seven years ago, that’s where you found your comfort and your people, but one shocking phone call from Maine has you racing back to it’s quiet streets. 
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: swearing, slight angst, minor character deaths mentioned, typos
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The tension was palpable as you and Tom’s silverware clinked against your plates, the dinner you made clearly going to waste seeing as neither of you had much of an appetite. Both you merely pushed the food around into mush. 
He was late coming home again, and of course, on the night of your birthday, the one night you truly just wanted him to be there. No gifts, no lavish expenses, just him, the way it used to be. Before all of the fame and all of the scandals. 
“This is delicious, sweetheart,” he looked up from his plate to tell you. 
“Thank you,” you set your fork down. Here goes nothing, “but it’d be more genuine if you actually tried at least one fucking bite.” 
“Excuse me?” 
“I’m so sick of this,” you sighed, taking the napkin from your lap and throwing it on the table, “I’m sick of playing house with you. I don’t even like this stupid fucking Malibu-Barbie life you’ve coaxed me into.” 
“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re the one that picked this house—”
“It’s not about the house!” You snapped, “It’s everything! You’re never home anymore. You don’t care about me, you walk out that fucking door every morning and leave to do God knows what and you just hope I’m waiting for you when you get home. Like I’m some—some—” 
“What? Like you’re my bitch?” Tom bit at you, causing your face to drop at the word, “Well, guess what, darling,” he overemphasized the term of endearment, “you are my bitch, and you have been ever since you said, “I do”.”
“Fuck you, Marcus,” you spat, taking the rest of your wine and throwing it at him, “Ho buttato via tutta la mia vita dietro a te! Quel tempo non lo riavrò mai indietro! Non ti amo più!” You began to cry as you screamed at Tom and pointed an angry finger at him, punctuating each sentence with it. 
Tom groaned and flew out of his chair, “You know I don’t understand you when you talk like that!” He yelled, “and this suit? Two thousand dollar Armani that you just ruined. So fuck me? Fuck you, darling!”
“And cut!” The director, Cherry, yelled from behind the camera and the blazing lights on the set, “that’s a wrap for the dinner scene.” 
You took a deep breath after getting so worked up. Today’s scenes had been especially hard, seeing as you had to fight it out with Tom all day, and with Tom being so into method acting, he decided to really hone that relationship tension by avoiding you all morning and all last night. Of course, the end result was well worth it. The smile you saw on Cherry’s face when the lights turned on said it all. 
“Darling?” Tom brushed his thumb underneath your eye to catch any stray tears, “you okay?” 
“Mhm,” you hummed, looking up at him with a smile, “just a rough scene.” 
Tom pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I know, but you did amazing,” he murmured against your skin, “you always do.” 
“Tom,” Cherry called from her chair, “could you come here for a moment? I have some notes I want to go over with you for the next scene.” 
“I, on the other hand, could use some work,” Tom joked, squeezing your shoulder before pulling away and walking off towards the director’s chair. 
“(Y/N),” Emily, your assistant and best friend since senior year, beamed as she walked over to you, “you are on fire today.” 
“Thanks, Em,” you smiled, as she handed you a bottle of water, “I was actually a little worried about this scene. You know I hate being such a bitch to Tom.” 
“Oh, he can take it,” Emily assured you, “besides, you get to make it all up to him later,” she sing-songed in your ear, grabbing your shoulders and swaying you with her. 
You and Tom were coming up on your two-year anniversary, but due to scheduling conflicts, you wouldn't be in the same city on that day. So you and Tom decided to celebrate while you were still filming. Even though you had work on your mind and Tom understood how focused you wanted to be on that, you both decided that it was also important to be together for such a significant milestone. 
“Dude,” you scrunched your nose, before taking a sip from your water bottle, “anyways, do I have any calls I’m missing?” you asked. 
Emily shook her head, “Just some stuff from back home, but you know I always send those straight to voicemail.” 
“And I love you for that,” you said seriously, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 
“You trying to steal my girl again?” Tom asked as he came up beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist. 
“No, but I totally could,” Emily smirked, biting your cheek. 
You looked at Tom and nodded, “She totally could. Especially after you ignored my calls all day yesterday and just called me your bitch,” you chided him, though it held no malice, you understood how that extra tension added to the scene and helped you both out. 
“Just doing my job, darling,” Tom defended before pressing a kiss to your cheek and wrapping his arm around you, “I didn’t even think that would work,” he admitted, “I only ignored you for one day.”
“Yeah, but talking to you is the best part of my day,” you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Emily gagged over-exaggeratedly and walked off. 
Tom wrapped his arms fully around your waist and looked lovingly into your eyes, “You’re so whipped,” he smiled. 
You let go and pulled away from him, “Nope,” you shook your head, “See, now you’ve ruined it.” 
“What? Darling?” Tom laughed, keeping his arms tightly around you as you tried to squirm away, “I was only joking.” 
“You ruined the moment, Tommy,” you huffed, “and if anything, you’re my bitch. 
“You’re right,” Tom conceded, “I’m such a bitch for you.” 
“Shut up,” you laughed. 
“Come on lovebirds,” Cherry eyed the two of you, “I need you both in hair and makeup and then I need to go over the next scene.” 
Tom finally released you and was about to run off to get his hair touched up, but you grabbed his hand before he got too far. “Wait, give me a kiss,” you said. 
“I thought I ruined our moment?” Tom smirked. 
“You can redeem yourself,” you offered, puckering your lips for Tom to peck. 
Tom chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, “Love you,” he whispered as he pulled away. 
“I love you too, bitch,” you smiled before running off to your own hair and makeup station. 
Emily was already there, tapping away on her phone. She had a chai latte in one hand, while her thumb furiously tapped the device in her other. 
“You two of disgustingly cute,” she said as you sat down. The hairstylist began taking bobby pins out of your hair as you and Emily talked. 
You smiled and eyed her, “Sounds like someone’s a little jealous,” you joked, “did your date last night not go well?” 
“Don’t even get me started,” Emily rolled her eyes, “first she showed up nearly thirty minutes late, and then she made this weird fucking joke about doing it with her dog, at least, I hope it was a joke.” 
You laughed, “you’re kidding?” 
“Nope,” Emily shook her head, “and to top it all off, she made me pay.” 
“You’ve gotta stop using that dating app, Em,” you chuckled, “I swear nobody’s even heard of it. You’re better off just trying Tinder or Bumble at this point.” 
“Hey, I may have had a few bumps in the road, but I like Magic Molly’s Mystical Match Maker. At least all of the people are interesting. Like this girl, Bobbi, she runs an underground circus in Brooklyn.” 
“That might be code for drug empire, but whatever you say,” you laughed, grabbing your phone from the makeup table. 
“Oh, don’t forget about the appearance you’re making tomorrow.” 
“Right,” you nodded, pulling up your calendar. It was completely packed, multi-colored squares filled each day of the week for the next sixteen weeks it seemed, “what’s it for again?” 
“The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon,” Emily looked up from her phone, “he talked to you about it right?” 
“Oh, yeah, I remember. Yeah, he’s been in touch.” 
“Okay, good,” Emily nodded, “I have Sasha scheduled to meet you at the studio with your outfit. Do you want Hermes or Gucci?” 
“Is that even a question?” you asked, “Gucci, of course.” 
“Of course,” Emily rolled her eyes playfully. 
“(Y/N),” Tom came up with an apologetic frown on his face. You were just about to get out of your chair when you saw the look he was giving you. You let out a sigh and slumped back into your seat. 
“Oh no,” you said, “what’s wrong?” 
“The basement in the townhouse flooded,” Tom informed you. 
“What? But it hasn’t even been raining that hard.” 
“I know, darling,” Tom sighed, “but these old houses are tricky like that, I guess.” 
“Well, what do we do? We can’t just leave set—”
“Don’t worry, I sent Harry over there to make sure it gets taken care of, I just needed to let you know because I’m also going to have him take Chowder to a daycare for the night.” 
“Okay,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead, “that’s fine. Can you also have him grab my folders from the basement? They should be on the table down there. They have all my brand deals and I don’t want to lose track of that.” 
“Okay, I’ll let him know.” 
“Do you need anything from me?” Emily asked, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. 
“No,” you shook your head, “I’m all g—” you were cut off by your phone going off again, which wasn’t particularly uncommon, seeing as you did have hundreds of calls a day, many from people you’d never even met. But what was keeping you on edge was the location of the calls: Stonington, Maine. 
“I can try to block that number for you,” Emily offered, reaching for your phone. 
You handed it to her, “How many times have they called?” 
“More than twenty today,” she said, making a sense of dread wash over you. 
The buzzing stopped as you thought it over, finally deciding, “Just answer it if they call again and find out what they want. It’s probably nothing.” 
“Okay,” Emily nodded. 
Tom looked confused between the two of you, “Is everything alright?” 
“Mhm,” you look up at him from your chair, “of course, now come on, Cherry will have our heads if we’re late to set.” 
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The phone rang again that evening, just as you and Tom were getting your final notes from Cherry. Emily was at the coffee station getting another cup for you to take on the road. The phone started buzzing in her pocket, she pulled it out and took one look at the location with no caller ID and answered. 
“Hello, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s assistant, she is unavailable right now, can I take a message?” 
You were just walking up while Emily was in the middle of the conversation, Tom's arm slung around yours. 
“Are you sure?” Emily asked, biting her nail as she saw you walk towards her. She waved you over and pointed to the phone, mouthing one word: home.
You pulled away from Tom, who was nonsensically talking about what restaurant to go to that night. 
“One sec, babe,” you said quickly, jogging up to Emily. 
“No,” Emily said, “she doesn’t have any. Mhm, yes, I understand. Um, here she is right now actually,” she handed the phone to you. 
“What?—” you held the phone to your ear, “Hello?” 
“Hello,” a woman on the other line said, “is this (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” 
“Yes, this is she.” 
Emily looked nervously around, picking at her nails as you took the call away from her and Tom, back towards your dressing room. 
“Who was that?” Tom asked. 
“CPS from Maine,” Emily looked at where you just walked off to. 
“What? Why would CPS be calling (Y/N)?” 
Emily sighed and shrugged, picking up her own phone and beginning to rearrange your schedule. 
“Ms. (Y/L/N), I’m really sorry to inform you about your brother’s passing,” the lady said, “but he left his daughter to you. I need to know when you can be back in town to sign these papers.” 
You were sitting on the couch in your dressing room with your head in your hands and your phone pressed tightly to your ear, “I-I can’t,” you said, “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to find other arrangements. I haven’t talked to my brother in years—”
“Honey,” the woman’s tone softened. You cringed at the nickname, “I know this is a lot for you right now, but there is a little girl here waiting for you. She just lost her dad and you’re the only family she has left.” 
“I’ve never even met her,” you argued, “you can’t just tell me that I’m responsible for her all of the sudden.” 
The woman sighed dejectedly, “Well, you’ll still need to come in and sign over your rights then,” she said, “and then she'll be moved into the system.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose and squeezed your shut, the frustration of the situation giving you a migraine, “Yeah, fine,” you sighed, “I’ll be on the next flight out.” 
“Okay, I’ll have the papers waiting for you at our office in Brooksville,” the woman said, sadness in her tone, and maybe even a bit of disappointment. “We’ll see you then. Buh-bye now.” 
“Bye,” you hung up with a sigh. 
You tossed your phone onto the table and held your head in your hands for a moment. 
You hadn’t been back home in seven years. You hadn’t even heard from your brother in at least that long. You left as soon as you could, running into the next gig you could. Job after job after job, until you clawed your way to the top. You didn’t have time for home anymore, or the people you used to associate that word with. You had new people. Like Tom, he was your person. He was your home. Since you met him, you didn’t even think about what happened in your past or what made you run. 
The last time you heard from Chet was one odd text you got, about a year after you left; 
I know I messed up, and I’m sorry about that, more sorry than you can even imagine. But I just became a dad, and I’m turning myself around. It would mean a lot to me if you could come home, just for a little while. Love you. 
You honestly didn’t even believe him at the time. You read the text one night after you’d finally gotten back to your hotel after hours and hours of filming with no break, you just scoffed. You took one look at that message and deleted his contact. 
Chet was notorious for trying to get money out of people. It started small, a couple of bucks here and there for gas and food, maybe even a few hundreds when he needed textbooks for school, back when that was still an option. Then it escalated, three thousand dollars in one purchase from your parents' account, taken right from under their noses. 
Your parents were saints though. They never thought their little baby boy could do any wrong. They saw his flaws, of course, they couldn’t ignore things like that, but in the end, they decided the best way to help him was the reassure him that everything was going to be alright. So even after he flunked out of college, they opened their arms and their home for him. 
Your parents were stretched so thin at that point. Your mom split her time between taking you to auditions and to school and also helping Chet find a job. Your dad ended up doing a lot of overtime to cover the cost of the life Chet wanted to live and the money he took out of the joint account they shared. Your parents were saints still, they never blamed him. Even when they found where the money was really going. All the drugs and the booze he stashed in his room. Your mom always told you not to judge him; he was going through a rough patch. 
“He’s not ambitious like you are, honey,” your mom sighed as she cleaned up the beer stains from the carpet, “you should be grateful. You’re so talented and charming, you can really make it in this world.” 
And then one night, when you were seventeen, your parents decided that they deserved a break—and they were right, of course—so Chet, drove them to the airport. It was three in the morning when you were woken up to the sound of banging on your front door. And when you met the eyes of the policeman who greeted you there, you just knew. 
You try not to think about it too much. Part of you even thinks you blocked it out so much that you simply can’t remember. Chet was taken to the hospital and he stayed there for two weeks before being taken to the county jail. 
You planned the funerals on your own, with the help of Emily and her family. And the minute every in their black attire left the cemetery, you left too. You went back home and got all of your bags packed. Emily’s parent’s paid for your ticket out of there, and you haven’t looked back since. 
Emily met up with you a few years later, and when you said you needed an assistant and she needed a job, it seemed like a no-brainer. By then you had to prominence and had made a name for yourself. You had never been happier. 
“Darling,” Tom’s thumb under your eye, caressing your cheek and wiping the remnant of tears is what snapped you from your thoughts, “what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” 
You hadn’t even realized you were crying. The news must’ve hit you harder than you thought. 
“Y-Yeah,” you wiped your tears yourself, pushing Tom’s prying hands away, though his touch was usually comforting, “I just—” you shook your head and sniffled, “did you make reservations yet? For tonight?” 
“No,” Tom sat next to you, “I didn’t get around to it yet, why, darling?” 
“We’ll just have to reschedule,” you shrugged, looking at Tom with an apologetic frown, “I have to go back home to Maine tonight.” 
“What? Why?” 
Emily came into the room, eyes glued to her phone as she tapped away, “I already have to plane booked, (Y/N), but if you’re going to make this flight then you need to go now.” 
“I—,” you picked your phone up off the table and huffed, “fuck,” you sighed, “I don’t have time to explain, Tom.” 
“You can’t just leave,” Tom grabbed your hand, “we’re in the middle of filming—”
“I just have to get this done. My brother died and I have to settle some things, that’s all. I just have to sign a few papers—” 
“Your brother? Darling, wait—” Tom tightened his grip even as you tried to pull away, “you said you didn’t have any family.” 
“I-I didn’t,” you mumbled, “at least, not any that mattered to me.” 
“(Y/N),” Tom’s voice held concern. Concern that you had been hiding things from him. Concern that you had been dealing with things on your own. Concern that you were dealing with this on your own. You had always been the strong one in the relationship. Tom was the more sensitive one between the two of you, and now with the news of your brother passing, though it was completely shocking, considering he didn’t even know you had any family, he was ready to hold you through it like you’d held him so many times before, “just wait, take a breath, please.” 
Tom held both of your shoulders in his hand, “What’s going on?” 
“I got a call from the CPS in Maine,” you explained, “my brother left his daughter to me so I have to go to Maine and—” 
“You’re taking her in?” Tom questioned as his eyes lit up, a small smile present on his face. The situation wasn’t ideal, not by any means but he had always wanted kids. He’s always wanted a family with you, and though his heart was broken with sympathy for the poor girl, losing her father, he felt honored to be able to help you through this. This was all happening so fast and so suddenly, but somehow it felt almost right. 
There had been something missing in your relationship lately, Tom thought. It was almost as if the two of you had reached a stand-still. Tom still loved you, beyond anything words could describe, so he figured this was just the feeling that meant it was time for the next step. So in his dresser, back at the townhouse you rented, was a little black box he was going to whip out at dinner. But plans changed, and now something new was coming into your lives. Someone new. 
“No,” you shook your head, “I’m signing my rights away.” 
“Why?” 
You looked at Tom like he was crazy for asking that, “I can’t raise a kid, Tom,” you shook your head, “with my schedule and my lifestyle, I just don’t have time or-or any interest—” 
“You wouldn’t be doing it alone though,” Tom said, “and what about in the future if we wanted kids?” 
“That’s a discussion for the future,” you began to pull away from Tom, “but this discussion,” you motioned between the two of you, “is over. I have a plane to catch.” 
“But, what if—” 
“Tom, just drop it!” you snapped, “Okay? I’m also so stressed out right now, I don’t need you questioning every fucking move I make, especially a move this fucking big!” 
Emily finally looked up from her phone, mouth agape at the way you just blew up at Tom, the dam of emotions in you finally breaking. She tucked her arm in yours and led you away out into the hall as she began telling you the plan for the next day and how she rearranged the schedule. She knew it helped you best to destress by making sure you knew what was going on and when. 
“I spoke to Cherry about the situation and she said she can continue filming without you for a day or two, and as long as we’re back in town by tomorrow at six, you should be all set for The Tonight Show, but worst case scenario, I have Jimmy’s producer on speed dial.” 
“Okay,” you sighed, “thank you, you’re the best.” 
“Well, you don’t pay for mediocrity,” Emily smiled, “now, I have a car on its way. I had it stop at the house and get your things. Harry is there now, so I had him pack you a quick bag.”
“What about your things?” 
“My mom still lives back home,” Emily waved her hand dismissively, “I’ll just stop by there for a change of clothes.”  
“Okay then, well then I guess let’s get going.” 
You were just about the walk past security when you heard rapid footsteps behind you, running after you. 
“Wait, (Y/N)!” Tom stopped you.
“I’ll make sure everything is in the car,” Emily said as she walked off, flashing her ID to security as she left. 
“Tom,” you sighed, “I gotta go.” 
“I know, I know,” Tom nodded, “I just wanted to say sorry, okay? I love you and I didn’t mean t-to make you stressed or anything, I just wanted you to know that you aren’t alone in this and that I love you and care about you—” 
“Tom—”
“No, I was out of line,” Tom shook his head, “just, the idea of a family with you really makes me so happy and I know that this is a lot right now so I just—I’m sorry for overwhelming you, seriously. I love you so much, okay,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I just wanna be there for you.” 
“I know,” you nodded, “I love you too, Tom. I’ll see you when I get back, okay?” 
Tom wrapped his arms around you, “You’ll call me when you land, right?” 
“Of course, but I gotta go, Tom,” you pulled away and let out a sigh, “I really do love you.” 
“I know, baby.” 
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The plane ride was only a little over an hour long, and with Emily already having an Uber booked and a return flight ready, you were supposed to be back in New York by the next morning. 
“Are you feeling okay?” Emily asked, resting her hand on your arm. 
“Yeah, I just want to get this over with.” 
Emily nodded, “I know it’s hard coming back here for you, but, maybe this’ll be good for you? Like, maybe it’ll be nice to take a break a come home for a bit.” 
“This isn’t me ‘coming home’, Em,” you sighed, “this is me fixing another one of Chet’s mistakes and making sure that girl gets a good life.”
“Good life? In the system? And at her age? That’s unheard of,” Emily said honestly. 
“I can’t take care of a kid,” you looked at Emily sternly, “you know my schedule wouldn’t allow for it.” 
“Fuck the schedule,” Emily said, “although I did spend days perfecting it,” she joked, “life is about more than just going from one event to the next. An you wouldn’t be doing this alone,” she pointed out, “Tom was right, you’d have him and me and his entire family.” 
 “Emily…” you warned.
“I’m just saying, I feel like you have a lot of love to give, (Y/N). You blocked part of your heart out a long time ago, well maybe it’s time you open it up again.” 
You shook your head just as the seatbelt overhead light turned on. “The plane’s about the land,” you said, “let’s just get today over with. We have a lot of work tomorrow.” 
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A/N: wow guys! already on to a new series :) i have this series super heavily mapped out, so hopefully it won’t take too long to update it. but i also just wanna say how excited i am for this series. i planned it our as i was finishing bty, and one of things that pushed me to finish bty was the possibility of starting this series, so i really hope you all enjoy it!
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