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marvelouspeterparker · 3 years

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just can’t get enough

pairing: fwb!tom holland x reader

summary: you and tom have been doing this friends with benefits thing for a while now, repressing your feelings, playing this twisted, toxic, jealousy fueled game. but when will you both just accept the truth and be honest with each other?

request: tom tying you up and edging you because you were flirting with other guys and then after he make you come until you can't take it anymore–– by anonymous

word count: 10.3k

warnings: smut, spanking, overstimulation

notes: i got the idea to make this a friends with benefits story then i started writing this and two sentences in, i knew i wanted to make it a full fic dfhskjh + so there’s more than just smut in this + the title is inspired by the song by the black eyes peas

You and Tom weren’t exclusive, you weren’t even really together. But that doesn’t mean you guys didn’t get jealous. The both of you got really jealous. You liked bringing it out of each other––it was the only emotion you weren’t afraid to show to each other.

Your relationship, or lack thereof, was complicated and most likely the textbook definition of toxic and immature. You and Tom were definitely into each other, in a loving type way, you just didn’t know the other felt the same. Typical. Even though you would ask each other to stay over after hooking up. Even though you would hold each other after every night you spent together. Even though you looked at each other as if you were the other’s world. You had no idea.

Part of you wanted to deny your feelings. This was Tom. He could have anyone he wanted, it wasn’t safe to get attached. Your feelings for him were borderline scary because of how strong they were––and you weren’t even sure he felt the same way about you which only added more issues into the mix. He thought the same things about you, but you of course, didn’t know that.

So your go-to response to each other was to deny, deny, deny. Even though it hurt you. It was safer.

Although you didn’t show each other your true feelings, you liked to get a rise out of each other. And you’d like to say it’s because of the sex it leads to––but deep down, you know that’s not true. You like to feel wanted the way that you want him. You like to see him angry on your behalf, to see him upset because of the way some other guy is looking at you, kissing you, holding you. Just like he loves to see you annoyed every time he has a girl attached to his hip at a party, her teeth leaving marks on his neck the way you like to, the way only you should be able to.

––❊––

The music was blaring through the speakers when you walked in with your friend Mia, the both of you were ready to get fucked up and have fun. You quickly made your way to the kitchen to get some drinks, eagerly sipping from your red solo cups as you started to sway lightly to the music. The house was packed, sweaty, drunk bodies everywhere, shouting and dancing on each other. The couches were filled with people, passed out and making out, either or.

Just as you finished your cup, you felt a pair of eyes practically burning through your body. You turned and immediately caught his eyes, looking you up and down with a smirk on his face as he barely listened to Harrison and Harry having what seemed to be an intense conversation––but knowing them it was probably just banter.

You and Tom were friends, since it is in the title of what you guys supposedly are––friends with benefits. But were the benefits supposed to come with mixed feelings and overwhelming amounts of repressed emotions?––So far, that’s unclear. But you and Tom and Harrison and the whole bunch were all friends. You and Tom were always a little bit closer than you were with the others, but not by an obscene amount. This whole arrangement between the two of you had started by accident, basically. You slept together one night after a party, you were both only a little tipsy so it wasn’t a mistake––and then again after he spent the night at your place for one of your usual sleepovers, and then it just kept happening.

But along with this intimate cycle came this push and pull you and Tom would do with each other. It seemed that every time you got closer, you would end up taking a thousand steps back away from each other afterwards. It was tiring, but you never let it show.

You saw Tom walking towards you, a glint in his eyes. But right when he was about ten feet away from you and you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest, he swerved to the side, his eyes lingering on you while he talked to some other girl. You felt your heart drop to your stomach but you swallowed and picked it right back up, not letting his antics get to you. This was what happened every time. It was a game. But neither of you seemed to ever win.

You filled your cup again with something a little stronger and gulped it down, wincing as it burned it’s way down your throat.

“You okay?” Mia asked, looking at you slightly concerned. “That was a pretty aggressive swallow.” She joked.

You shook your head, “I’m fine.” You turned to her and plastered a smile on your face, ignoring the stares of the brunet who was only a few feet away from you, a blonde girl’s hand on his shoulder, sliding it’s way up to his neck. “Let’s dance.”

You marched your way into the scattered group of people in the living room, finding a nice spot for you and your friend. You easily got comfortable, having danced with Mia many times before. She stepped behind you, swaying as you grinded on her, losing yourself in the music. Soon you were sweaty just like the rest of the people in this party and you could feel Tom sending glances your way every now and then, despite the girl trying to climb him. You were dancing seductively but freely, only barely paying attention to the other people in the room. Sure, you were hoping that Tom was watching, but you were also dancing for yourself. You just wanted to have fun.

You managed to dance for about two songs until someone came up to you. He was attractive, a little taller than Tom, dark brown hair, and what seemed to be hazel eyes in the dark lighting of the room. He seemed nice enough. He approached you with a sincere smile on his face. “I don’t mean to bother you. I just couldn’t help but notice you and I’ve been watching you for a bit––in a totally non-creepy way.” He prefaced, making you laugh. He was cute. “Do you wanna dance, maybe?” He held his hand out. “If not, I totally understand.”

You paused for a moment, looking at him. You weren’t going to mess around with someone if they seemed like a total dick––but he seemed genuine. You turned your head to check with Mia to find that she was already walking off with some girl. She gave you a thumbs up and a wink and you laughed, looking back at the boy.

“Okay,” you smiled. “Let’s dance.”

He smiled and you took his hand and pulled him behind you, continuing the dance you were doing before with Mia, grinding on him lightly. He placed his hands on your waist, his fingertips digging into you softly. This next song was more sensual and you couldn’t help but feel yourself a little bit. You knew you looked good. You turned your head over your shoulder to get the boy’s attention. “I should probably know your name since we skipped the formalities and went straight to third base.”

He laughed, his hands still on your waist. “Liam. And you?”

“Y/N.” You lifted one of his hands and shook it, making him chuckle and step closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“You’re cute.”

You smiled, “I know. So are you.” You took his hands and brought them up to your breasts, making him squeeze them just as you looked straight ahead and made eye contact with Tom. His jaw was clenched as he squeezed the girl’s ass, her lips marking him up. You smirked and tipped your head back, biting your lip. You could feel yourself getting turned on, from the dancing, from Liam, from Tom.

He looked mad and it was only spurring you on even more. He practically snarled before grabbing the girl’s hair and pulling her head back. You could see her moan even from several feet away. He looked at you as he licked along her bare neck, his eyes teasing and taunting you. He knew you would rather it was him standing behind you, holding you, feeling you-–just like you knew he would rather you be the one moaning in his ear. He bit the blonde’s neck and grabbed her ass roughly, pulling her into him as he marked her up.

You were in a room full of people, but when you looked at each other, it felt as though the whole room went dark, a spotlight on the two of you, your shadows behind you hiding all your hidden truths about how you felt for one another. The both of you were just waiting to see who would snap first. Last time it was you, and the time before that it was him. You were determined for it not to be you this time.

You brought a hand up and slid it along Liam’s neck, making your way to his hair before tugging it softly and bringing him down to kiss your neck. You tilted your head and he eagerly took the hint, kissing and sucking softly. His touch was more gentle and more hesitant than Tom’s, you couldn’t help but compare the two––not when Tom was staring you down.

You turned your head and pulled Liam up, looking at his lips then back up to his eyes, grinning when you saw his gaze was focused on your mouth. You pulled him close and crashed your lips together, leading the kiss. It was bold for a first kiss, and you hoped he didn’t mind, but by the way he was grabbing you and pressing into you, you figured he was fine with it.

By the time the song was over, your mind was far from Tom. You were facing Liam, your hands around his neck as he grabbed your thigh, pressing himself into you as you made out. When he pulled away from you, you looked up, confused as to why he stopped. You saw another boy talking to him. He let your leg down gently and you let your hands slip down to his chest.

“We gotta go man, the uber’s here. We said we’d be back by…” he checked his phone. “Two hours ago.”

“Shit, alright.” Liam looked at you then back to his friend, “I’ll meet you outside.” He turned to you, apologetic. “Looks like our time is up.”

You smiled a little sadly and let your hands fall to your sides. Sure, he wasn’t Tom. But he was alright, you liked him as a person. “Seems like it.”

He sighed, seemingly thinking about something. After a moment he spoke up. “Can I get your number?”

You looked up at him. “You know what? Sure.” He smiled and handed you his phone. After putting your information in, you handed him back his phone.

He held it up. “I will be sure to use this.” You smiled and he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek before leaning to whisper in your ear. “See you soon hopefully, Y/N.”

He walked away, still facing you and you laughed when he bumped into someone, almost falling and looking back at you, embarrassed. He waved and was soon on his way. You found yourself smiling absentmindedly at the door he’d just exited and were soon snapped out of your daze when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Your date ditch you?”

You turned to face him but your smile soon dropped when you noticed he wasn’t alone. The girl was still on his arm, smiling up at him, clearly wanting all of his attention.

“No.” You said as a matter of factly. “I actually got his number.” You couldn’t help but smile when you noticed his eye twitch. “He just had to go home or something.”

“Hmm that’s a shame.” He licked his lips, shamelessly checking you out.

You easily forgot where you were with the way he was looking at you until a voice pierced through your bubble.

“Can we go find a room? Please Tommy?”

You noticed Tom wince and look over at you when he heard the nickname and you couldn’t help but grimace. That was your name for him. You were the only one who called him that.

He swallowed awkwardly and turned to her. “Babe.” He lowered his head to look at her, talking to her like a child and you scoffed. “You’re this close to being plastered. You need to find your friends and go home.”

She pouted like a child throwing a tantrum. “But you said you––were gonna fuck me.”

Your brows raised and he looked at her, confused. “What? No I didn’t––”

She nodded her head, “Uh huh, you said–––” She mimicked a posh british accent. “M’gonna fuck you so hard, love.”

He cursed silently when he realized he’d said that out loud when he was watching you grind on that boy. “That––That wasn’t,” he looked over at you and you smirked, crossing your arms. “You were just hearing things.” He spotted one of the girls she came with and pushed her towards her. “There you go, run off now.”

You laughed but it quickly died off when he turned back to you, his eyes dark. You bit your lip and his hand came up to hold your jaw, his thumb running over your lips. You parted your lips and took his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him as you would his cock and he groaned, “Fuck, love.” You bobbed your head and popped off of him, biting the tip of his finger gently and winking at him.

He slid his hand down to grasp your neck and tilted your head up, leaning in closer to you, his lips barely grazing yours. “My place or yours?”

You had a feeling Mia would be coming home tonight with that girl. And the girls she brought home were never quiet, not with her. “Yours.”

He nodded and took your hand in his, pulling out his phone as you both walked out of the house. “Uber should be here in two minutes.”

You raised a brow and he could practically hear you watching him quizzically. He looked up at you and you asked, “Was that uber for the blonde?”

He rolled his eyes. “Called it as soon as I saw that bloke leave.”

You smirked. “How ambitious of you.”

He stepped closer to you, “Love don’t act like you don’t say yes to me every time. I always have you begging for my cock and we both know it.”

Your jaw dropped but before you could even think of a response, he walked forward, pulling you along. “Let’s go.”

When you both got settled in the car, you greeted the driver and Tom subtly pulled you closer to him. He placed one of your legs over his, his hand rubbing along the inside of it teasingly soft as he made small talk with the driver, because, ever the charmer, he had to talk to everyone.

You looked out the window, tuning out their conversation as you focused on the lights outside as the car drove by. You were honestly so out of it, you almost jolted when you felt Tom’s hand slide under your skirt to graze your panties.

You turned to him in shock, and he simply smiled, still talking to the driver. Were they talking about golf? You grabbed his hand and he turned his head, looking at you with a look that said don’t test me. You let him go and he rubbed you through the fabric, pleased to see how wet you were. But when he remembered what you’d been doing all night, his face quickly formed a grimace.

“Who’s this for, baby?” he licked his lips, whispering to you as the driver went on. “Me? Or that div you were grinding on for show? Hm?”

He was jealous. Good.

You shrugged, enjoying the dark look that overtook his features. “What if I said both?”

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, his lips grazing your skin. “Then I’d say that’s the wrong fucking answer, love.”

You shivered from the tone of his voice and when he pulled away, the smirk on his face was anything but sweet. He slipped his hands into your panties, audibly gasping to himself when he felt how wet you really were. He wasted no time, rubbing your wetness over your clit and you gasped, letting out a whine louder than you would have hoped to. Luckily he spoke over you, but he pinched the bundle of nerves, silently scolding you and you whimpered quietly, leaning into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed his cheek to your forehead, making it seem as though you were simply cuddling in the backseat. If you weren’t distracted, you would have thought about how nice it felt to be in his arms like this, but then again, you had other things on your mind.

He rolled his fingers over your clit, kissing your forehead when you let out a shaky breath. He slipped his fingers inside of you and you arched into his touch, rolling your hips to fuck his hand. “Such a needy little slut.” He whispered to you, only making you roll your hips harder. He let out a small fuck and tried his best to focus on his conversation with the lovely man who was driving you both home, but the way you were breathing heavily into his neck as you grinded onto his fingers was making it hard for him to even breathe properly.

He sped his hands up as best he could in this awkward and compromising position, pressing his thumb down to your clit, making you sigh as you bit into his neck, quickly approaching your high.

“You gonna cum all over my hand, baby?” He whispered into your hair. You nodded desperately, but your heart dropped when he chuckled. “Funny how I didn’t give you permission to.” You lifted your head and looked up at him, begging him not stop to but he simply stared you down and pulled his hand away from you and out of your panties, making you almost buck forward from the loss of stimulation.

Your eyes were wide and hopeful and he simply kissed your cheek, bringing his hand up to his mouth to suck on his fingers. Luckily for him, his conversation with the driver had died off gradually, so he was free to tease you as much as he wanted. “Fucking delicious.” He licked his lips, “You want a taste?” You nodded, already leaning into him, but he brought a hand up to your hair and tugged your head backwards, exposing your neck. “That’s too fucking bad. You don’t deserve to taste my pussy yet.” He leaned forward and kissed your neck possessively, somehow picking the spots that were already sensitive. You soon realized he was covering the marks that Liam had made and making them his own.

He spent a good while marking you up, only pulling away when the car came to a stop. Realizing you’d made it to his place, you both thanked the driver and got out, quickly making your way into the flat.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were stripped naked, Tom on top of you as he kissed you possessively as if someone were watching. His tongue was tasting yours, sucking and licking it’s way into your mouth, making you lose your breath. He pulled away and grinned when you whined, helplessly trying to pull him back, biting your lip sensually.

He got off of the bed and pulled out the box from underneath and your breath hitched, knowing exactly what was in there from all the times you’d spent over at his place. He pulled out the padded handcuffs and the trusty vibrator he’d used on you and watched you use many times, setting them on the bed as he closed the box and shoved it back to it’s spot.

He looked at you steadily, “You up for this?” When you nodded he smiled. “That’s my girl.” Though you knew he most likely meant it sexually, you couldn’t help how flustered it made you feel. And was it just your mind playing tricks on you or did it seem more sincere when he said it this time?

You put your hands in front of you and he put on the restraints, raising your hands above your head, attaching the cuffs to the bedframe and settling down between your thighs. He ran his hands up and down your torso, his fingers lightly grazing your nipples and your breasts, down your stomach and then back up again, making you squirm in anticipation.

He pressed a lasting wet kiss to your lips and trailed his lips down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as his fingers tugged and teased the other. Your back arched under his touch but he was quick to pin you back down, smiling as he continued to tease you.

He slid further down the bed, grabbing your breasts then spreading your thighs wider as he settled between them, finally seeing the mess he’d helped make. Without saying a word, he watched the way your walls clenched around nothing, clearly aching to be filled. He spread you open and buried himself in you, your moans and gasps only spurring him on even more. He could tell you were still sensitive from earlier, your pussy practically pulsing under his tongue.

He licked through your folds, sliding his tongue in and out of you teasingly as he properly made out with your pussy, moaning and groaning into you, enjoying himself in the pleasure he was giving you, as he thrusted his hips into the bed absentmindedly. It wasn’t long before your hips started bucking into his face and he had to press them down with his hands.

Your wrists strained against the restraints as you buried your face into your arm, your brows furrowed, your lip caught between your teeth.

“So close, Tom.”

He hummed and sucked your clit harshly, waiting until whines started spilling from your lips, your tell that you were about to tip over the edge, to pull away completely.

You let out a broken no and looked down at him, a pout on your face.

“That’s what you get for teasing me all night.” Yeah, he was being hypocritical, but as we established before––toxic. “Grinding up on that idiot right in front of me.”

You lifted your head to try and look at him properly. “His name is Liam.”

Based on the look on his face from your response you could tell––that was the wrong answer.

“You see darling,” He thrusted his fingers into you abruptly, making you drop your head back and moan loudly in surprise. “Look at me.” His voice was sharp and you lifted your head immediately, your walls clenching around him from the tone of his voice. “I don’t give a fuck what his name is. All I know is that I’m going to have you screaming my name until it’s the only bloody one you know.” Your mouth was open as you looked at him, clearly turned on and in utter shock. “Got it?” You nodded almost mindlessly and he clenched his jaw, taking his fingers out to slap your pussy, making you whine and buck your hips. “Got it?”

“Yes, Tommy.”

“Good.” He slid his fingers back into you and leaned forward to suck on your clit. “Now moan for me like a good little slut.”

He put his mouth back on you, licking and slurping you up like you were his last meal, pulling a gasp from you. One of his hands was holding your hips down, fingers splayed out across your abdomen, the other thrusting into your wet opening, while his mouth lapped and sucked your clit.

You felt like you could barely breathe or even process anything but his touch as he pleased you. He edged you three more times, each time, your whines becoming higher pitched, longer and breathier. Your whole body felt like it was floating, every time you were dragged away from the edge before you could tip over it, it felt as though you were being pulled down from the air, roughly, just for the cycle to restart all over again.

Tom licked his lips as he watched you, your body completely spent as you lied there, panting, desperate to cum. He swiped his fingers through your folds before bringing them up to your lips. “Think you’ve earned it.” You opened up eagerly and his eyes were hypnotized as he watched you, his lips parted. “How’s my pussy taste, darling, hm?”

Your eyes fluttered shut from his words and you moaned around him, making him smirk. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out before thrusting them back into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him and sucking him eagerly. He took his fingers out of your mouth and passed them over your lips, smearing your spit over them.

“Such a messy little thing, aren’t you? All for me.”

You nodded, your throat croaky. “Only you.”

He hummed. “You wanna cum now baby?”

You looked down at him, your eyes pleading. “Please Tommy. Wanna cum for you.”

“Yeah?” he cooed. You nodded as fast as you could, tired from all the edging. “Okay love. You can cum.”

He wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking just the way you liked as his fingers pressed against that special spot inside you. Your body lurched forward as best it could, your mouth dropping open as your eyes rolled back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck––”

Tom’s eyes were focused on your body, one hand coming up to play with your nipples and squeeze your breasts making you moan loudly as your body convulsed under him. “That’s it. Let go for me, darling.” He kept sucking on your clit and thrusting his fingers into you as you came, your body tense as your breaths came out short and hard.

“Oh my god––” You gasped when he didn’t stop, his lips and his fingers still going after you reached your high, going even faster than before. He was humming into you, his movements frantic but calculated as he pushed you further. Your eyes rolled back as you came for the second time, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

When he sat up on his knees, you thought he was finally done, but you were sadly mistaken. He simply got into a more comfortable position, licking his lips clean to savor your taste as he brought his hand down to rub at your clit quickly, his other hand still furiously fingering you. Your eyes were wide, mouth hung open in shock, overwhelmed by the stimulation. Soon, you felt yourself approaching the edge again, but this time felt more intense, almost like you needed to––

“Fuck––” Tom groaned in awe as you squirted all over his hands, his fingers still going at it, trying to prolong the feeling for you and maybe even make you do it again. He was mesmerized by you. Your hands were restlessly pulling at the cuffs, your body trembling and shaking as you came, overstimulated. Tom pulled his fingers out of you and rubbed over your pussy quickly, making you let out a mix between a moan and a yell. He switched from thrusting his fingers into you roughly, to rubbing your clit, slapping it quickly as you kept squirting all over him. “So fucking wet, oh my god.”

Your eyes were shut as you panted, your head turned to the side, tucked into your arm, your stomach flexing and tensing every few seconds as Tom tortured you. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, you heard your toy switch on and without warning he pressed it on to your sensitive clit, making you scream.

As he promised, you were screaming his name, your body shaking under him as he slid himself inside of you, the vibe still on. He was thrusting into you fast and hard, moaning and growling obscenities like ‘my fucking pussy’, ‘that’s it take that cock just the way you like,’ which only made your head spin even more. You were barely able to function, only saying his name over and over again while he used you like a toy.

With all the time he spent playing with you, teasing you, edging you, making you cum––which he was still doing, he was super sensitive, so it didn’t take long for him to get close. “That’s it baby. M’gonna cum in my fucking pussy and you’re gonna clench around me while you cum one more time, okay?”

You whined loudly, your head thrashing from side to side as he held your thigh, fucking into you roughly while he pressed the toy to your clit, putting it at the highest setting. “Tom!––”

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock. I know you can, that’s it. Gonna cum in this perfect pussy. Fuck.” He grunted as he released into you, your walls clenching around him tightly as you came again, your eyes shut tight as you trembled around him.

He switched the toy off and threw it aside, thrusting into you a few times slowly to see your releases mixed together on his cock. He bottomed out, filling you to the hilt and you whimpered, your legs still shaking. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, reaching up and undoing the straps of the restraints. You sighed softly and let your hands fall down to his shoulders, barely able to move them yourself.

He looked down at you, fondness in his eyes. “How was that, darling?” You simply mumbled a few sounds in response, the only intelligible word being his name. He smirked, kissing your forehead. “That’s what I thought.”

You both stayed like that for a while, you tucked into Tom’s chest while you caught your breaths, his cock still inside of you. After a while, he pulled out, earning a whimper from you and got up to get a towel to clean you up, since you definitely couldn’t walk on your own. You’d just wait to see how you felt in the morning.

When he finished cleaning you up and settled under the covers with you after giving you one of his shirts, he pulled you back into his arms and you sighed happily, nuzzling into him. His hand was tracing patterns on your side, lulling you to sleep as you listened to his heartbeat.

“You know,” he whispered. You hummed quietly in response. “I really liked tonight. With you.” He winced, realizing that sounded stupid but he held his breath when you responded softly.

“Mm I did too. Always do Tommy.” You were practically mumbling into his shirt, you were really fucked out.

He waited a few moments before speaking up again, but you had already drifted off halfway through his sentence, only hearing a faint I really like––before you fell into a deep sleep.

––❊––

When you woke up, Tom was out of bed and you could smell tea boiling in the kitchen, along with breakfast cooking. You rubbed your eyes with your knuckles, squinting from the sunlight that was peeking into the room. You sighed and sat up, raising your arms for a much needed stretch. You then reached for your phone that you’re guessing Tom must have put to charge sometime last night or this morning since it was at 100%.

You grabbed it and tried to stand up, yelping at how sore and wobbly your legs felt. Tom walked in just in time and laughed, rushing over to your side, “Woah love. You alright?” You let out small mhm signalling that you really weren’t alright. You couldn’t walk properly for Christ’s sake. “I really fucked you good didn’t I?” He smirked smugly and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah yeah. To the bathroom please.” He nodded and helped you along, his hands delicately holding you.

“Do you need me to set you down on the toilet too?”

You turned to him about to scowl, when you noticed the sincere look in his eyes. Oh. “Um––No I’m okay.” You turned to hold the door. “But um, can you wait until I’m finished.” You looked up at him sheepishly and smiled.

“Sure. I’ll just wait on the bed okay?”

You nodded and closed the door.

You peed, brushed your teeth and washed your face, refusing to look at your disapproving reflection in the mirror. Yeah, this was a little fucked up that you slept with your best friend all the time and basically acted like a couple until you stepped out in public––but what else is new. Well for one, Tom had never been that intense before––he was really determined, possessive last night. Was it because you got Liam’s number?

You guess it was an unspoken but unofficial thing between the two of you, but you never went past making out with other people, let alone getting their numbers and hanging out with them afterwards. Should you feel guilty? No, if he wanted to say something and tell you how he feels, he would, right? Funny.

You sighed and waddled over to the door before opening it and Tom perked up immediately, eyes finding you. You walked out of the bathroom and he watched you take a few steps, a small pout on his face. “You know I think I can walk better now.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

You frowned. “Does it look that bad?”

He looked up at you, a cheeky but hesitant smile on his face. “No I just want an excuse to hold you while you walk.”

You rolled your eyes but let him hold you anyway as you made your way over to the kitchen. He helped you sit at the counter and went to the stove to continue preparing breakfast.

You crossed your legs at the ankle and sat up, fiddling with your phone in your hands as you remembered last night just before you fell asleep. It sounded like he was confessing something to you and you couldn’t help but be hopeful. It sounded like the next word in his sentence started with a Y and you wanted to clarify, to assure what you heard, to soothe your heart.

“I um.” He turned, when you paused, looking at you curiously, a small smile on his face. “Before I fell asleep last night,” You noticed his eyes widened slightly but he quickly tried to mask it. “I think I heard you say something?”

He just looked at you, mouth closed, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I think I heard you say you really like...and then I passed out.” You laughed quietly to ease the tension, “Um, what––what did you say?”

He took a moment before biting his lip, obviously nervous, looking down at the floor. “Uh nope––Sorry I uh don’t think I said anything.”

Your shoulders drooped. “Are you sure?” You pressed, not even hiding the disappointment in your tone.

He laughed awkwardly, turning to put sugar in his tea. “Nope I uh––Didn’t say anything. Must be hearing things.”

You nodded tightly, pursing your lips. “Right.” You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your notifications to distract yourself from the metaphorical sharp pain in your chest, seeing the dms from your friends on insta, twitter notifications, random game updates, but your eyes paused when you noticed a message from an unknown number.

Hey :) told you I’d put your number to good use

You smiled.

Maybe: Liam: It’s Liam, by the way. From the party.

You laughed at how awkwardly cute he was and sent a reply. Not even two seconds later, you saw the three chat bubbles appear.

Tom perked up from the other side of the counter, thankful for a topic change and came up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you tight. “What’s so fun––” His brows furrowed as he read the text, his arms loosening their hold around you.

You tensed and you could feel the air around you shift. You swallowed nervously, straightening yourself out in your seat. It’s not like you and Tom were dating or anything. You didn’t owe him anything.

“It’s Liam––”

“Yeah I can read.” His tone was sharp, but unlike yesterday, it didn’t have a positive effect on you.

You both looked at the phone when a new message appeared.

Maybe: Liam: So I was wondering if we could get food or just chill tomorrow afternoon? I’d really like to see you :)

You took a sharp inhale, feeling butterflies in your stomach. With all the frustrations you’d been feeling and with how lackluster and clearly dishonest your last conversation was with Tom, maybe it’d be good to have a distraction. Try to move on.

Just as you thought this, he spoke up, bursting your Tom-free bubble that you were forming. “You gonna go? On the date?” His voice was almost accusatory, offended, even.

You sighed and he stepped away from you, looking at you in disbelief. “Yeah I think I will.”

His jaw clenched as he stared at you. Come on, Tom. Say something, anything. He nodded and walked back to his tea, making you roll your eyes.

You called an uber and waddled off to the room, feeling his eyes watch you as you walked off. You quickly got dressed, in your own clothes and grabbed your things, not wasting a single second. When you stepped back into the kitchen, you grabbed your phone and made your way to the door. You spared a glance in Tom’s direction, noticing that he not only looked upset but hurt?

You looked down at your phone, seeing that your ride was approaching and shook your head, “See you, Tom.” You didn’t wait to hear a response before you stepped out of the door, but you’re not certain that if you had stayed longer, you’d have gotten one anyway.

––❊––

The next afternoon, you had agreed to meet Liam at a cafe halfway between your place and his. You both also agreed that this was a casual hangout, maybe not even a date, just a time to see what happens, how you vibe together. So you dressed comfortably but nice, you weren’t going to go so far as to show up in sweats. That would be rude.

He got there a little earlier and insisted that you tell him your order so it could be ready for you when you got there. This boy was really sweet. You met him about ten minutes later. He looked up from his phone when he noticed you walking towards his table, a smile on your face. He kissed you on the cheek after making sure it was okay and even pulled out your seat for you.

“I’m really glad you wanted to meet up.” He seemed shy, it was cute.

“Me too.” You smiled, taking a sip from the drink he got for you. “It was nice of you to order for me by the way, thank you.”

He waved you off, “My pleasure.”

The conversation progressed gradually, staying in the typical small talk stage for a while when you first meet someone. How was your day? Tell me about yourself. And you wanted to be present, you really did. But your mind couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong you felt to be out with someone else that wasn’t Tom. You were shifting and fidgeting as you stared at the boy in front of you, a strained smile plastered on your face as you tried to focus.

Ever so perceptible, he noticed that something was off and looked at you concerned. “Everything alright?”

“Sorry,” You looked at him apologetically. What was wrong with you? You had a perfectly sweet boy sitting in front of you but all you could think about was Tom. “I just can’t focus today. There’s just––some things on my mind.” More like someone.

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with that brown haired guy from the party, would it?” He asked gently.

Your eyes widened slightly. You briefly thought about denying it but wasn’t that what got you in this mess in the first place? You weren’t going to lie to him. You grimaced. “How did you know?”

“He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.” He laughed. “Which I understand. But it felt like there was some tension.”

You nodded, swallowing, trying to process everything.

He shrugged, “I hoped it was nothing, which I’ll admit was a bit selfish of me.” He gave you a kind smile, pausing before going on. “Were you guys together or is it complicated?”

“Definitely that last one.” You groaned and hid your face in your palms, resting your elbows on the table in frustration. “I’m really sorry.” Your voice was muffled behind your hands. You slid your hands off of your face and looked at him, giving him another apologetic smile. “I really wanted to hangout with you and move on because you seem really sweet and like the perfect guy, honestly.”

He waved you off again, clearly flustered, only proving your point.

“I just don’t think it’s fair for me to try and pretend I’m fully here when you deserve nothing but honesty and someone who’s able to give you all their attention.” He nodded, disappointed but understanding.

“Well I hope he figures his shit out because he has no idea what he’s missing.” You sighed, you and me both.

“Thank you, Liam.”

You both got up and hugged. He kissed your cheek again, this time as a friendly and comforting gesture. “Don’t be afraid to call me okay? As friends.” You smiled gratefully and you both went your separate ways.

––❊––

That night, there was a pounding at your door. Mia was out, so you were left to see who it was yourself. You got up and looked through the peephole to find Tom standing there. You sighed and opened the door, blinking when he stormed into your apartment without saying a word.

His fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides, his brows furrowed as he tried to contain his emotions and prevent an overwhelming outburst in your otherwise quiet apartment. The whole way walking over here, he could feel his stomach drop, his throat ready to hold back the bile that was threatening to come up.

“Did you fuck him?” He spat out venomously and you glanced up at him in shock as you closed the door. Normally he’d joke about it, make a few passive comments, but he was never this direct.

“Well hello to you too Tom. Nice to see you.”

“Answer the question.”

“That’s actually none of your business.” You bit back, your brows furrowed.

“Bullshit. Did you or did you not fuck him?”

“Again. None of your business. But you really think I’d do that on the first date? You must think really highly of me.” Your voice was sharp and clearly offended. He opened his mouth again but you spoke before he could. “Why does it even matter?”

He looked taken aback. “I––It just does.”

“Why do you care, Tom?” your eyes were piercing him, begging him to say what you both wanted to. You were sick of playing the same game, hoping for a happy ever after when you kept seeing the same outcome every time. You were tired of being hurt and disappointed. So you finally just decided to give him a chance. To see if what he felt for you was the same––to see if it was real.

When you were met with silence, your eyes started to water. “Why?” Your voice was small, aching for him to put an end to all of this, to be honest for once.

His eyes lowered to the ground and he bit his lip nervously, his arms limp by his side. When you spoke up his eyes jumped to yours, wide and scared.

“I––I can’t keep doing this.”

“What––What do you mean?” His voice was frantic and a part of you felt guilty, but you shut your eyes, frustrated with how much of an effect he had on you.

“This, Tom.” You gestured between the two of you. “Whatever the fuck this is. We––We’ve never even talked about it! We just fuck with each other and then fuck each other like everything’s okay but it’s not! I’m tired of it!”

He reached a hand out but you took a step back and he dropped it back to his side.

“Unless you have something worthwhile to say, just go.” Your voice was small, tired as you looked down at the floor. Your shoulders sunk when you were met with silence again.

“Get out, Tom.”

“Darling––”

“No, you don’t get to call me that.” Your eyes were glued to the ground.

“Darling look at me. Please!”

You could hear that his voice was shaky, and if you looked up, you’d probably see tears in his eyes. But you knew that if you did that, you would just give in like you always do. And you couldn’t keep doing that to yourself.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “Get out.”

He scoffed, sniffing as he backed away. “Right.”

You stayed in your spot, stiff as a statue, wincing as you heard the door slam on his way out. You waited for a moment. A long, painful moment. To see if he would come back. To try and fix things. But he never did. Sure, you had told him to leave, so maybe it was a good thing that he respected your wish. Or maybe he just couldn't bear to be in the same room as you anymore. Either way, a part of you wanted him to fight for you. To want you enough. But he apparently couldn’t tell. Once you accepted that, you let out a deep sigh.

Only then did you sluggishly make your way to your room. Once you turned off the lights and got under the covers, the tears started to fall and it felt like they would never stop. Your breathing was uneven, hiccups jumping from your throat as you wet your pillow with tears. Your eyes were blurry, your body shaking, and your heart felt heavy.

You cried, your tears flowing down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut, your whole body feeling like it was aching from the inside.

––❊––

As soon as Tom closed the door to your apartment, he cursed, shoving his face into his palms as he leaned against the wall of the hallway, trying not to scream. His whole body felt unstable, uneasy and unsatisfied with the way things ended. After letting out a shaky breath and straightening up, he took the elevator down and sulked all the way home. He was frustrated and upset. Couldn’t you see what he was trying (poorly) to say? Couldn’t you see that he just wanted you to himself?

When he got home, Harrison was lounging on the couch, his eyes concerned when he noticed Tom’s demeanor. “What’s wrong with you?”

Tom stepped further into the flat, silent, still processing everything.

“Mate what happened? Didn’t you go to see Y/N?”

He swallowed, his brows furrowed as he looked down at the ground, making his way over to the couch. He slumped down in the seat, leaning his elbows on his knees as he hunched forward, rubbing his face listlessly. “Yeah, I uh––She kicked me out.” He still wasn’t looking up, his eyes not even focused on anything in the room. Sure, he was present, but his mind was far from it.

He could hear the confusion and concern in Harrison’s voice. “Shit, man. What did you do?”

“Well uh…” Tom explained, his head hanging in his hands as he recounted everything––how he was so wound up he could barely breathe as he burst into your home, immediately asking about the date, how you put him on the spot, how he froze up, how devastated you looked when you looked him in the eye. When he finished, the room was silent for a good while, the only sound heard being Tom’s shaky breaths.

“Are you fucking dumb?”

Tom looked up at his best friend incredulously. “Dude?––”

“You basically called her a whore!” Harrison practically shouted, getting more and more aggravated.

“There’s nothing wrong with fucking on the first date! And I never called her a whore! I just––” Tom countered, getting frustrated as well.

“Well that’s what you implied, dipshit!” Haz took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, resisting the urge to slap his best friend. “Why were you so upset in the first place, Tom?”

Tom opened his mouth and closed it immediately. He swallowed, suddenly feeling small and unsure of himself. “I––I don’t know.”

Harrison looked at him deadpan. “Mate, you know why.” His eyes softened as he looked at his friend with pure intentions, wanting to give him honest guidance. “You need to be honest with yourself and her. It’s not fair to her that you keep playing this game, man. I’m surprised it lasted this long, honestly.” He shook his head, lying back in his seat. “You need to go fix this.”

Tom sighed, “I know.”

Harrison looked at him expectantly. “Like immediately.”

“Dude, it’s late.” Tom looked at the time, it was almost eleven.

“I sincerely doubt she’s asleep after what you did.”

Tom winced, slowly letting out a puff of air as he gathered his thoughts, getting up from his seat. “Right. O–Okay. Shit.”

Harrison got up as well, eyes focused on his friend. He could practically see the thoughts flying around his head as he processed them all.

Tom looked up at him, his eyes suddenly clearer. “Thanks man.” He stepped closer to his best friend and wrapped his arms around him.

Harrison immediately reciprocated the gesture and patted him on the back a few times. “Go get her, mate.”

––❊––

You groaned when you saw the notification from the absolute last person you wanted to hear from right now––at least that’s what you told yourself, anyway. You couldn’t sleep, obviously and understandingly restless with your thoughts. So you picked up your phone to distract yourself, but of course, he found a way to intrude your thoughts again.

Tom: open the door please.

Are you serious––

You turned off your phone and put it face down on the bed as you stared at the ceiling. Fuck.

You slowly got out of bed, throwing the covers off of you, though your body was almost dragging you back down, as if it was warning you to stay put, to preserve your heart. But your mind pushed through and took control of your body, you had to know why he was here. You padded over to the front door, your socked feet cold against the hardwood floor. You looked through the peephole to see Tom there, desperately waiting for you to open the door. He looked as though he would stay out there no matter how long it took.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. Time froze for a few seconds as you just stared at each other, taking in each other’s appearances. Tom’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes and nose red as well, and you could tell it wasn’t just from the cold. You were sure you looked just as fragile as he did. He looked scared, but also like he had something that he was aching to tell you.

You cleared your throat and even that small sound felt too loud for the space around you, for the silence you were both clinging too. You stepped aside, “Come in.”

He gave you a quick smile and moved past you, his actions way more hesitant than when he first came over tonight. He really was nervous.

You closed and locked the door and turned around to face him after taking another deep breath, this one more shaky than the last, your heartbeat starting to race. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shifting from side to side as you both stood there in front of each other. You had both calmed down since you last met, both your energies very different. He was anxious, desperate, aware. You were tired, hopeful but wary. But there was a distinct feeling of longing between the two of you.

“I um––” He swallowed, rubbing his hands nervously. “I have something I need to tell you.”

You bit your lip and looked up at him before moving past him and sitting on your couch, your knees pulled up to your chest as you watched him come over and take a seat as well. “Okay.” You muttered, eyes wide as you watched him.

He sat down on the other end of the couch without taking off his jacket, the distance between the two of you seemingly getting larger and larger. He scratched the back of his head, looking down at the carpet and taking a deep breath to prepare himself to speak. “I just––I’ve never been good at...communicating when it came to you and––I was never really sure why. Or at least I was scared to admit the reason. I would just watch you and hold you when you let me and then get jealous when you walked away. I always felt empty when you left me, Y/N.” He looked up at you and you sucked in a breath, suddenly realizing how intimate and vulnerable he was being.

“For some stupid reason I found myself pushing away the one person I wanted closest in my life. I was just so scared by how much I care for you, for how much I––love you.” He licked his lips and looked down again and you shifted on the couch, your heartbeat now pounding in your ears.

“I acted like a dumbass. I’m sorry. And I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness, hell I don’t even deserve you––” He sniffled before making eye contact with you again, a small smile on his face. “But I just wanted to tell you the truth for once. I’m in love with you, darling. Have been for a while now.” You could see his eyes tracing your face, almost as if he were taking it all in, preparing for if this were the last time he would get to see it. “That’s all I wanted to say.”

There was a small silence between the two of you once he finished. You took a deep breath and slid over to his side of the couch, making his eyes widen curiously as he watched you. His breath hitched and he looked up at you, without a word.

“You’re an idiot.” You whispered. But before he could retort you grabbed his face with two hands and pulled him in for a kiss. At first he was in shock, but he soon reciprocated, his hands finding their way to your waist as he held you, your lips moving together in sync the way they should.

You pulled away and when you opened your eyes you saw him looking at you in awe. You ran your thumbs over the soft skin of his cheeks gently as you looked into his eyes. “I love you too Tom. Always have.”

He laughed and you both sighed, happy, relieved as you finally got what you wanted. “I guess we’re both idiots then, huh?”

You tilted your head, a small smile on your face. “You’re definitely the bigger idiot.”

“Hey!” He pinched your waist playfully making you yelp and climb into his lap.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked down at him with an adoring smile, but your expression became serious for a moment. You bit your lip nervously, looking between both of his eyes. “Don’t ever hurt me like that again. Okay?”

He answered immediately, not hesitating like he was before. “I promise, love. I never want to hurt you again. Ever.”

You kissed delicately and pulled away. Once your eyes met, there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, you needed each other.

Your lips reconnected more passionately this time, but still gentle. Soon you were slowly pushing the jacket off of Tom’s shoulders, letting it lay on the couch. You both got up and made your way to your bedroom, still sharing kisses as you walked through your apartment, your hands holding each other along the way.

Within no time, your clothes were off. Your body was resting comfortably as you lied in your bed, Tom hovering over you, his lips slotting with yours as his fingers stretched you out. You were moaning and sighing into his mouth, and he could feel the blood rushing through his body from the sounds.

His touches were tender, and familiar as his fingers worked you up gradually. His thumb rubbed at your bundle of nerves and your lips pulled away from his to let a breathy sigh part through them. He smiled fondly as he watched you get close, your hips starting to buck into his hand, but you brought a hand down to hold his wrist, making him halt his actions, eyes searching yours.

Your eyes were closed as you breathed out, trying to calm yourself down. You looked up at him. “Want––I want you, Tom. Wanna feel you.”

Tom nodded, biting his lip at the whine you let out when he pulled his fingers out of you. His eyes were taking you in as he slipped the two fingers, wet with your arousal into his mouth, sucking them clean and letting them go with a pop before positioning himself at your entrance.

You were spread open for him, legs around him as he slid himself in slowly, inch by inch. “Wanted to feel me, love. So I’ll let you feel all of me.” He bottomed out and the both of you moaned as you clenched around him.

You brought your hands up to his shoulder and pulled him into you, letting him rest some of his weight on you as you held each other, every part of you that could be touching, doing so. Your lips met again, the two of you still moving languidly, but desperately as you yearned for every part of each other. Tom bit your lip softly, slipping his tongue past your lips to tease yours.

He pulled his hips back and pushed them back into you deeply, making you let out a breathy moan and he trailed his kisses from the corner of your mouth, along your jaw to your neck as he started thrusting in and out of you. One of your arms slid across his back, pushing him into you, as the other hand found comfort in his curls, tugging and making him groan into your neck, his lips not letting up.

His hips were slowly pounding into you, gradually picking up the pace. Everything about this was soft and loving, like a brand new start for the both of you. In a way, it felt like your first time all over again.

Tom squeezed a hand between the two of you to play with your clit, his hips still thrusting into you relentlessly with purpose. His face was buried between your shoulder and your neck, his lips leaving soft kisses, and sucking marks onto the smooth skin. You were both breathing heavily, consumed by the feeling of one another.

“Fucking love you darling.” He was grunting as you both approached your highs. “Love how my pussy feels too. My good girl.”

Your hands were desperately clawing and grabbing at his back and his hair as you felt yourself moving towards the edge, your body aching for a sweet release. You needed that relief. You needed to let go now that you knew Tom would be there to catch you, to hold you.

“M’Yours, Tom.” You whined breathlessly as you whispered into his ear. “Make me yours. Cum with me.”

He groaned loudly and bit into your shoulder, the two of you soon releasing together, your bodies curving in on each other as you held each other tightly. Your back arched underneath him as his thrusts slowed, his hips pulling almost all the way out before he slammed back in, reaching the hilt, making you gasp as he came inside you.

He raised himself up on both hands and you pulled him in for another kiss, your tongue finding its way into his mouth, your teeth tugging at his bottom lip. The kiss was fierce and wanton as you pulled each other impossibly closer, almost as if you wanted to merge into one.

When you both pulled away you were breathing roughly, panting into the quiet air of your room. You bit your lip and brought a hand to his cheek to hold him lovingly. He turned his head and gave your palm a lasting kiss, pouring all his emotions into the small gesture. You smiled up at him.

“I love you.”

He kissed your palm again, then your wrist, and made his way down, kissing along your arm, then your chest and finally looked into your eyes, responding before kissing your lips yet again. “I love you too. So so much. I don’t think I’ll ever stop saying it.”

You laughed warmly, pulling him closer so that your lips were grazing his. “Good. Because I don’t ever want to stop hearing it.”

He smiled, licking his lips. “Deal.”

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pairing: rich kid! fuckboy! fwb! tom holland x rich kid! fem! reader au | request | original | prompt summary: no strings attached was the agreement. word count: 4,700 warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of mary j, mentions of friends with benefits relationship, & sexual and strong language used. a/n: this is, as requested, fuckboy tom but kind of with a twist. i hope you enjoy this, nonnie!

Going to a party wasn’t really a part of the agenda for today, it was quite the contrary. She had been stressed from working as an intern at her father’s company in Northern London and was going to spend her night unwinding to the newest Bachelorette episode while doing a face mask and sipping on the wine her mom bought her earlier in the week. She wasn’t too sure why, but she appreciated the thought. But the night turned around when her best friend, Cheryl, aka Cherry, had told her that Tom was going to a party, one that she didn’t know about. She didn’t originally want to come, she knew how it would look, and it wasn’t her favorite look. It made her look obsessive in a way, but she didn’t think she was. Cherry was the one who asked, not only because of Tom, but because a few of their mutual friends were there. So, Y/N agreed.

Y/N: hey, i’m going to be at a house party tonight! if you see me, text me! :) x

She wanted to keep it casual and like she wasn’t going to be in the same place as him. But she knew that 217 Liberty Avenue was exactly where he was. She felt wrong for being here. Wrong for letting Cherry bring her to the same party Tom was at. Y/N sighed as Cherry interlinked her fingers with Y/N’s. They stood outside for a moment, the loud rap music pounding the walls.

“Did he reply?” Cherry asked, big green eyes looking up at her.

“No clue.” Y/N replied honestly, moving her free hand to her back pocket of her black ripped skinny jeans and pulling out her phone. She went through the Face ID and pressed on the light green icon to see her messages. She saw his contact and her message, biting her lip. She pressed his contact, darting to the Read at 9:45pm tag. She felt a pang in her heart and a helpless breath of air leaving her lips, her shoulders slugging and fingers unlinking as she locked her phone again. “No. He didn’t.”

“Oh sweetie,” Cherry’s hands touched her shoulders and she laid her head on Y/N’s arm, which was partly covered by the dark green, silk Gucci shirt she was wearing. It was much like Tom’s and she hated that it matched, especially when they’re going through whatever they’re going through.

“I’m sorry. He’s not worth it anyways. We can go drink and have the time of our lives, alright?” She smiled, eyes growing large as she began to drag Y/N to the door. It was white and large and was pushed open with very little force. The music became louder and the lights were dark with pink and green disco lights. It was fucking fantastic and she wished so deeply she had a gram of ouid on her or something. But, she didn't, so whatever.

Cherry dragged her through the crowd of people and into the kitchen where the liquor sat out. Cherry immediately got a recyclable shot glass and one of the bottles, pouring 2 shots out.

“One shot for you,” she pushed one glass to Y/N. “And one for me.” She smiled and picked up the shot glass, raising it. Y/N did the same and clinked theirs together. Y/N pressed the lip of the shot glass against her strawberry red lips and tilted her head back, allowing the nail polish remover to run down her throat.

“Gross.” Y/N started and sat the glass down, looking at Cherry.

“Oh, whatever!” She laughed, “I’m going to make you a drink.” And with that, she bounced off, heels clickity-clackiting across the floor. Her blonde curls bounced over her shoulders and she made sure she was known to be there, such a big personality for such a small human. Y/N sighed and leaned against the counter, fingers tapping on the wood. She was bored but she didn’t want to look at her phone. It reminded her of Tom, weirdly enough. Being reminded of him wasn’t bad, oh God no, it was quite nice. She couldn’t help wonder what he was talking about and how the words would look forming across her lips. If he was thinking about what it would be like to completely destroy her in the closets bathroom. Maybe taking her in the back of his car, again, before taking her back home to properly do the job. She definitely thought about it and it made her miss him more.

Y/N bit her lip as she battled with herself on actually looking at her phone. Another huff and suddenly her phone is up and being unlocked with Face ID. Y/N admired her home screen for a moment, a picture of her, Tom, Harrison, and Cherry at the Eiffel Tower in París. They had gone on vacation a few months back together after she officially graduated with her Bacholors. The photo was bright and they each held a champagne flute. Tom’s fingers were interlocked with hers and they both shared bright smiles. Y/N loved the picture and she often wondered if Tom knew that was her home screen.

Y/N tapped on the yellow Snapchat icon, swiping left immediately to see the stories posted by her friends. Cherry was first, a few snaps from before she had left her apartment to meet with you. Then a video of her doing a shot. Typical. Then it was Y/N’s younger sister, Charity, a 16 year old who was basically Y/N’s younger twin. Charity and a few of her friends had gone to the country club today. Playing golf and going swimming, the typical things. Tapping on, was Harrison’s story. There was a video of Harrison and Tom taking a shot, Tom’s face scrunched up and he stuck out his tongue.

“Gross.” Tom said disgustingly as Harrison laughed.

Y/N giggled and with another tap she was at Tom’s story.

He had posted a shirtless picture to his private story, a bulge very prominent in his grey sweats. Was this in the story only meant for her? Yup! Fuck. He looked absolutely delightful, but with another tap, she saw a photo of him with a girl in his lap. She rolled her eyes and swiped down and off of the stories before swiping to the camera. She sat her phone against one of the many bottles, stepping a few feet back to take an equally hot picture of herself. She made sure to accentuate her hips and her chest, throwing her head back, the way she knows Tom likes. Her hair draped loosely over her shoulders and then, the picture was done. She checked it, made sure that it was up to her standards before adding a GIF to go along with it.

Before she knew it, a hand clasped over her shoulder, making her jump out of fear. She turned around quickly, stabiling herself with the counter, mentally readying herself to start swinging but it was only her best friend who was standing in front of her with a large grin on her face.

“Try it!” Cherry smiled and pushed the red solo cup into Y/N’s hands. Y/N looked down at the brown liquid in the cup, raising an eyebrow at Cherry before bringing the edge of the cup to her lips and taking the smallest sip of it. It tasted like the drink she almost always gets; fireball and coke. Y/N could laugh at the way Cherry whispered a soft “How’d I do?”

Y/N smacked her lips and smiled at Cherry. “You did perfect.” Y/N complimented. “Fireball and coke is a good choice.”

“Well, I know that it’s usually what you get and you told me explicitly that you could not have anything other than fireball, which I still don’t understand because fireball makes you angry sometimes and I don’t know if you’re looking for a fight, but all I’m saying is to let me know before you start throwing down with some bitch because I need to make sure I get it on video.” Cherry rambled, leaning onto the counter to try and leverage herself.

“I’m not going to fight anyone.” Y/N responded, sipping on the drink again. Cherry laughed a pitiful laugh.

“You say that and then someone's going to look at Tom wrong an-” Cherry paused and with wide eyes, looked at her best friend. “Oh no, I'm so sorry I-”

“You're right. I promise I won't fight anyone tonight.”

Cherry smiled and lept onto Y/N, arms catching her neck in a hug, one that Y/N was all too familiar with. She wrapped her arms around Cherry's waist and squeezed her for a moment.

“I love you.” Cherry whispered into Y/N’s ear.

“Ditto.”

And with that they separated. Cherry smiled up and her before kissing her cheek and removing herself completely.

“Do you mind if I go find Charolette? She said she was going to be here.”

“Yeah. I'll stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If anything changes I'll text you.” Y/N smiled and Cherry returned it, skipping away as her heels clacked against the hardwood floor.

And there Y/N was, once again, alone. Y/N sighed and turned so her back faced the archway, unlocking her phone again and going to respond to a few of the messages she had ignored. This wasn’t her best idea, by far. She didn’t want to be here and knowing that Tom was with someone else and didn’t tell her, made it a bit worse for her. But, Cherry wanted her to have a good time and she would. Especially when they get to go to a breakfast diner later, which was all Y/N needed to be convinced to come out tonight, other than her friends, of course. But she was just tired. Annoyed.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice sounded, causing Y/N to jump again. Damn. She turned on her heel quickly, looking at the blonde man standing in front of her. Harrison Otwrfield. Tom Holland’s best friend and one of her most seen friends. He's not a close friend of hers, not even a “friend”, some would say. More of an acquaintance, if anything. But he was always with Tom and she saw Tom regularly, making Harrison a regular with her. But she didn't trust him. Not for a good reason, she just doens’t trust blonde men, just something about them screams WRONG WAY!

No clue why, they just do.

“Hm?” She hummed, hiking one of her eyebrows up. She lifted her drink and took a large swig before titling it to point at him. “Go on, what do you need?”

“I didn't know you were going to be here.” He simply stated.

“I could say the same.” She looked him up and down. “Daddy’s money” screamed from the Rolex on his wrist and the Gucci belt he wore. “Want a shot?” Y/N asked, turning her back to Harrison, taking the closet vodka. Blue raspberry. How cute.

Taken aback, Harrison chuckled. “You already have a drink.” He mentioned.

“So? Is that a no?”

“Your limit is like 2. Plus, Tom would kill me if you got too drunk.”

“Oh, so now you're watching out for me?” She scoffed, turning around with both shots in between her fingers. “It's one shot compared to the drink I have.”

“Which is?”

“None of your business.” She snapped. “If you're asking for Tom, you can tell him he can ask himself.” She sat the extra shot glass down before tapping the remaining one, throwing it back in a swift gulp.

Y/N grabbed her drink, palm over the opening just so no one can easily slip anything into it. She didn't know where she was going, but it was going to be the next less crowded space in the house. She had to push past bodies, some would give her looks and others would call out her name to get to stop and talk. But she never did, she just continued walking past and towards a corner on the other side of the room. It was small but there weren't many people and it was still in view of the dance floor, so she could give Cherry an exact location. Y/N much preferred to be reliable when they go out and drink. She's had one too many times of over drinking and needing a sitter and not having one, that's when Cherry came into the picture. She was somehow a saving grace and Y/N just wanted to offer that back to her.

Y/N let out the air she had been holding, relaxing her shoulders for a minute. She reached and grabbed her phone and opened her messages, going to Cherry’s contact

Y/N: i'm over by the backyard door. it's close to the DJ area. had to move bc of Haz.

She knew this wasn't the best type of buddy system but it's always worked for them. They have their location for one another on everything and they share their location at all times. Y/N wouldn't let anything happen to Cherry and vice versa. Neither of them ever wanted to overstep when they partied so having a system where one person can drink a little bit but not enough to inhabit them to walk home. The other one on the other hand can drink as much as they want. Sometimes if they had rides, usually Tom and Harrison, they both would drink. But only them would they both be wasted together.

Y/N lifted her drink and repositioned her hand before taking another large swig. She watched over the party, tapping her fingers along to the music. It wasn't good but it was okay. She knew exactly what she wanted to listen to so she unlocked her phone, pulling up Cherry’s contact again.

Y/N: come meet me over here im going to put on Majesty and we HAVE TO DANCE TO IT!

She quickly went to the phone on the chair, the phone was unlocked and already on Spotify. Nice. Um… Search… Majesty… Nicki-Aha! Y/N swiped left and queued the song, going into the already queued and moving it up to the 4th song. Enough time for Cherry to text her back.

Y/N finishes her drink by the time Cherry shows up. She’s alone, unlike many of the times before, but her pink lips still wore the cheekiest smile.

“Missed you!” She said and Y/N repeated the words back. “When's the song going to play?”

“After this one.”

“Okay!” Cherry clapped, taking one of her hands and grabbing Y/N’s, taking them close to the center of the dance floor. Cherry stood in front of her, her hips beginning to move and her arms rising above her. “Let’s move, baby!”

The song started a minute later and Cherry took Y/N’s hands again, moving them so that Y/N would begin moving her hips a bit, and it worked. Time stopped for a moment as they dance and sang together, Cherry turning to dance against Y/N, giggling as they danced with one another. Their hands interlinked as Y/N helped spin Cherry a bit, dropping low with her and following the lead of her best friend. The song naturally fell from their lips; one of the most listened to songs for both of them and the movements were rehearsed in their kitchens, bedrooms, bathrooms and anywhere whenever the song came on.

They even had specific parts they would sing in the car with one another. Y/N and Cherry took turns rapping Eminiems words as they danced with one another as the highway’s went by. The world all melting together while they drove down with the sunroof open and with the windows down, the world all becoming a memory. A memory that she cherished every day of her life.

“Like I'm a meteorite, and motherfuck the fucking media / Right in the behind, I'm a human encyclopedia / I must be like pie crust because I was bread to rise like I was yeast.” The girls screamed to one another and as the next words came up and the syllables left Y/N’s lips, there was a voice she knew all too well.

“And you're never gonna reach these heights / They're just too high to reach / And I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest / You better pick another game / try hide-and-seek-” Thomas fucking Holland rapped in her ear. His voice was low and one of the sexiest things she’s heard him do. He always said he hated this song and he just comes out here bang rapping? Y/N deeply swallowed as Tom’s rough hands touched her bicep, squeezing softly.

Y/N turned and looked at him. She could feel Cherry’s hand on her shoulder as well. Tom’s face was stone cold, red with frustration, she assumed. His eyes held so much annoyance that she was concerned about whatever was going on because he didn't have a right to be angry at her dancing with Cherry, right?

“Hi.” Y/N greeted.

“We're going home.” Tom said sternly. Y/N went to fight back but Cherry squeezed her shoulder.

“I think he's right.” She agreed.

“What?”

“We're going home.” Tom removed his hand from her bicep and instead draped his arm over her shoulder, guiding her to the front door. Dumbfounded by Cherry's agreement and Tom's sudden intimacy that he refused to ever show in this sort of public eye. The hand holding pictures are only some that are taken, they always take some holding hands and then some where there's no touching.

She bumped into people as she was led towards the door, which Tom opened for both of the women he was leading out. Harrison was standing at his black matte BMW, arms crossed as he watched the three of them walk out. Cherry walked from around them and towards Harrison. Was this planned? Y/N’s eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

Tom led Y/N to his car, not saying anything. It was a white Lexus, one of the newer models. It had red leather seats and matte black accents. She absolutely fucking loved his car, for more than one reason but she couldn't imagine him wanting to fuck after they've both drank. They both agreed a long time ago that we won't sleep together if we're drunk, at least right now.

Tom opened the passenger side door and Y/N ducked in. Settling on the warm leather that summer brought . Tom walked over to the driver side, settling in before looking over at Y/N, eyes looking over her body. The black sheer lace hugging her torso like none other, and the ripped black jeans looked fantastic. Not to mention the black heels she wore. Her hair fell perfect around her face.

“I thought you didn't like Majesty?” Y/N murmured, a hand buckling the seatbelt before crossing her arms.

“I don't.”

“Oh whatever.” She kicked and looked out the window. Tom huffed and pressed a few buttons, a woman's voice saying “bluetooth'' spoke up and he did a bit more. She didn’t watch him, she just knows from all the times before when she did watch him. Tom would do this every time they left somewhere, he refused to listen to the radio. “What playlist are you putting on?”

“Does it matter?”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning her head to look at him. “Why of course it does. You know it does! I don’t want to sit in whatever this is without a good playlist at least.”

“What don’t you want to sit in?”

Y/N took a deep breath before releasing everything she’s wanted to say. “Everything that’s been happening over the past few weeks. You’ve ignored my texts and my calls, you never come over anymore and everytime you post on your story it’s something suggestive and all I want to do is tell you how good you look but I don’t feel like I can because you’re not even talking to me.

I don’t understand what’s changed because I would tell you how fucking good you looked and you always responded. Not just to those texts but you responded to every single one. Showing up to parties, wanting a cuddle buddy or just need someone to talk to. You’ve always been there so what fucking happened?”

Tom stared at her for a moment before smiling and shaking his head, pressing the start button and putting his left hand on the wheel. Tom looked over his shoulder and began to pull out from his spot, completely ignoring Y/N’s question. She scoffed and leaned her head back dramatically, rolling her eyes.

“What’s wrong now?” He asked.

“Answer my question.”

“Why?”

Another scoff from her lips. “Because I don’t understand it! You ignore me one minute and then you’re taking me home planning…” she gestured with her hands “...something! I don’t understand what’s happening, Thomas! If you want to end this, then fine! It’s ended, no worries because no strings attached right?” She ranted, tears swelling in her eyes, choking back tears.

“We’re not going to talk about this right now.” He huffed out, falling back into the driver’s seat. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“When’s later? A month from now when you get off your high horse?”

“No, I just want to be parked.”

There was a moment of silence while the soft music from their Fast Approach, a classical playlist. She’s so frustrated but she knows he’s right for wanting to be safe and she couldn’t blame him. “Fine.”

Tom rolled his shoulders and sighed, turning up the volume so that 4 Romantic Pieces played over their thoughts, which were consuming her mind. She felt so much adrenaline, not really knowing if she was in the right but goddamn she was sick and tired of him not answering her. He never acted like this before, all touchy and quiet about how he felt. He always let you know when he didn’t like something. Anytime some guy would begin to dance with her, he always seemed to fuck her like no other had, jealous would rush through his veins and he would make sure that everyone knew she was supposedly his. Leaving bite marks and bruises up and down her breasts and neck.

The drive back to her apartment was long and drewey. She didn’t want to hear his reasons for not talking to her. She was afraid of her heart being broken like time and time again. She would never admit the crush on Tom that she gained with their relationship. No one truly understood that it wasn’t purely just a flirtatious or sexual relationship and it was hard for her to accept the romantic feelings that she slowly began to develop.

They saw each other almost every single night. They would binge watch shows or make playlists and drive around the city. They would get take out and go to bookstores and they made each other one too many things. Too many to throw out, that’s for sure. Fuck, Tom had a drawer at her apartment! He always kept a nice suit at her apartment, gray joggers, a hoodie, a few shirts, changes of underwear and his toiletry products. She had much of the same at his apartment, just adding in some make-up. She found so much peace in his touch, love in his kiss and releif in his words. She couldn’t imagine him going away.

She couldn’t imagine this going away. She’s upset, sure, but the world was everything to her because of him. He took her on drives around the city, always pointing out things. Always taking her somewhere new, whether it is to a new bar or some high class restaurant. She would tell him about the little things, what she appreciated out of life. She would tell him everything and anything he wanted to know, amazed by her mind. She had a Bachlors in Buisness Management from New York Univerity. She wanted a Masters and possible a PhD. She was beyond smart and he couldn’t imagine how her brain works and that’s what he loved most, he told her everytime she said something he didn’t know. The words always followed with a sincere smile.

He’s everything she ever imagined. He’s everything she’s ever needed and the way her heart began to break over the idea of losing him was a lot. Too much in some ways.

She watched the streetlamps pass and took a deep breath as Tom pulled into the parking lot next to her apartment building, bringing the car to a stop in one of the open spots. Y/N didn’t watch him as he turned off the headlights and still didn’t budge when he turned to look at her, a hand gripping the stearing wheel.

“So,” Tom pursed his lips. “Want to talk about it?”

“Fuck you, Tom.” She laughed and tilted her head down as she tongued at her cheek. “I just want to know what happened. It’s fine if you want to end it. I don’t care, okay? I just want to understand and have a solid ending.”

Tom sighed and turned to face the front again. He stared through the windshield, at the bushes in front of them. It was silent with only Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven and Luke Woodapple playing in the background. Y/N sniffled once or twice as she tried to control the intense emotions of frustration begin to welt up in her eyes. She just wanted answers and once again, he’s not answering. He’s leaving her hanging again.

“What changed, Tom?”

The question was much quiter than everything she had said before. Finally letting the tears roll down her cheeks as a flood of emotions hit her all at once. Everyone felt like it was falling apart and the world wasn’t going to stop turning for her. She had never felt such heart break. Not even when she was stabbed in the back in college or when her “high school sweetheart” cheated on her. Nothing could compare to this pain that her heart felt.

“You.”

The world paused for a moment as the words registered in her brain. What does he mean her? There’s no fucking way. She stared at Tom, arms unfolding as tears continued to fall down her cheeks and onto her chest. So many dots felt like they still weren’t connected, but at the same, so many were connecting. Y/N wanted to protest, but Tom beat her to speaking.

“Haz has been on my arse about this for the last month, okay? He’s known forever and Cherry started hopping on the train. I don’t want us to end, I just don’t know what to do because this wasn’t the plan. The plan wasn’t to fall in love with you. You just… changed everything for me. You bring me soup when I’m sick and you let me come over when I can’t bear to be home. There’s no one with a touch like yours and…” a huff as Tom pushed his loose curls back. “...I didn’t know what to do than to get other girls to replace it and no one did and then you just because home and you just became everything I needed. I don’t even know when it happened or how, it just did and now, here we are.”

Tom sighed, giving Y/N the softest smile as he gestured as a way to say ‘there you go.’ And there it was. Her questions were answered, in a way. The worries she had before were now gone and although her heart still ached, she also felt calm. He felt the same. Y/N laughed softly as she wiped the tears, sniffling as she continued giggling.

“What’s funny?” He asked. “You can’t just laugh at me when I’m telling you there are strings attached.” He whined, making Y/N laugh a bit harder, looking over at him.

“Just kiss me, loser.”

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hollandsrecs · 3 years

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friends with benefits masterlist (1)

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all the ways to love you by tomhollandeu (ao3)

summary: you need help to get yourself off and decide to call your best friend for a favor. tom becomes more than just a friend for a night.

arcade by angelic-holland

summary: being friends with benefits can be tricky, especially when one person catches feelings before another does.

are you jealous? by eeyore101247

summary: tom and reader are friends with benefits and tom is sick of constantly having to watch men flirt with her.

dare you to move by starksparker

summary: friends with benefits is supposed to be just that. friends with the benefits of fooling around and not having anything more than platonic feelings. easy, fun, thrilling, no one gets hurt…right?

effortless by hilllsnholland

flicker by toms-gf

summary: they’re roommates, but one night (with lots of vodka in the picture), they write up a list of rules. rule one being no strings attached. they made sure to write it large, underline it twice, and highlight it with her favorite blue highlighter. some say that rules are bound to be broken, for better or for worse. but, that’s something they have to decide.

gone wild by angelhaz11

summary: one thing was certain–you were one hell of a p.a.

just can’t get enough by marvelouspeterparker

last summer by blissfulparker

summary: you and tom meet during a summer vacation in hawaii, you both find yourselves tangled up in each other but didn’t realize how serious it was until the both of you break paths and go home. but what if your summer fling was far more than a summer fling?

leave by selfcarecap

mine by touchmethomas

summary: when a familiar face is back in town, y/n and tom make a dangerous bet to see who can bed her first. haz is worried, y/n gets a massage from a pretty girl, and our two protagonists knock boots more than once (in a variety of locations).

more than that by softspideys

summary: looking back on it, you wondered why you thought that you and tom could ever be just friends.

philanthropy by museinmind

summary: things seemed to be going too well in your life when you became your sorority’s president. so of course something has to go sideways somehow, and you end up having to take a chemistry class if you want to graduate next year. so what better person to tutor you than tom, the frat ultra hot boy who hides the fact he has textbooks nearly memorized?

rebound by sovietghoststories (ao3)

summary: tom and the reader reconnect with a rebound hookup at a party.

study buddy by evanstan-hoe

thirsty by hollandbaby

this side of heaven by screamholland

summary: you’re both stubborn as hell, but you can’t get enough of each other either.

‘tis the damn season by geminisholland

you are my home by aimerriarkle

summary: you and tom have been fwb for quite some time now. you’d like to think that your relationship has evolved past that, but does he think so?

“you don’t know what’s good for me, because if you did, you’d know it’s you.” by hollandandi

summary: in this moment, his mind raced with memories of you, similar to this one. where you would lay peacefully, silently mostly, and yet, the room felt full. it felt warm, and calm - it was where tom wanted to be all the time.

your love is forbidden by tomhollandeu (ao3)

summary: tom realizes he’s in love with you and wants to be more than friends with benefits.

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland series #tom holland x reader #masterlists #masterlist #au:fwb #fwb masterlist #fwb masterlists

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uglypastels · 3 years

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Can I please request a Tom Holland x reader + nice to meet you by Niall??

once again challenging myself to try and write to different fics based on the same prompt one after the other <3 okay, let’s go (friends with benefits au - kinda smut, so for 18+)

> Spotify Wrapped Blurbs

Song: #6 - Nice To Meet Ya by Niall Horan __________________________________

Tom woke up feeling groggy. His head hurt as a side effect of having too much to drink the night before. The sun was already poking through the curtains and he felt that sunlight over his eyelids in a red brightness. He didn’t want to open his eyes.

He didn’t because he knew what awaited him when he did.

Nothing but an empty bed, sheets losing their warmth, a mattress that just a few hours ago held the shape of you on it.

The night had started out like any other. He had a little too much to drink, meaning he had forgotten the promise he had made himself. Not to call you. It wasn’t a good idea to keep doing what you did. It only ended up in pain, his own. It hurt him to spend such amazing nights with you, only for you to leave each time. Even when he begged you to stay, just this once. You always denied the offer. No matter what Tom said or did, once the morning came, you were gone.

He tried to think back on what had happened that night. The way you looked underneath him, then on top. It didn’t matter at what angle, you were always gorgeous. Like a fucking angel, bringing Tom his own little taste of heaven. Then the moans were like the most amazing instrument that only he could play so well. Others had the luck to try, but it was never as good. You knew that.

Images flashed through his mind, quickly. The way your dress slipped down your body on to the floor. How he pinned you down on the bed. The second that intense feeling of pleasure had finally fallen over you, and your lips parted just that tiny bit and your eyes closed, even though he told you to keep them open. He loved your eyes. He loved everything about you.

He should not have remembered anything from the previous night in the state that he was, but with you, everything seemed to be on a different memory card. It was of more importance. He couldn’t help himself but remember every single detail about you. Just so he knew how to make your short-lived night together, worth the while.

But it didn’t matter, did it? He could try anything and you still wouldn’t stay. You’d slip through his fingers, like any other time. Still, if this was the only way to be with you, it would do for Tom.

Tom turned around and was about to open his eyes, ready for disappointment once more. Except, he heard two words instead.

“Good morning.”

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aimerriarkle · 4 years

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you are my home | t.h.

pairing: fwb!tom holland x reader

word count: 1.2k

a/n: so uhm, this is probably gonna be bleh because this is my first time posting a fic lol. i don’t usually write, but when i do, it usually just stays in my drafts in google docs hehe. anyway i hope whoever reads this likes it :) also it’s not proofread and i wrote this at like 2am so pls be kind hehe,, but i’d really appreciate some feedback lool, so my asks are open if you have any!!

warnings: very minimal nsfw material in the beginning, angst, heartbreak

summary: you and tom have been fwb for quite some time now. you’d like to think that your relationship has evolved past that, but does he think so?

part one —> part two —> part three

masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧

The warmth of his hovering body radiated onto you. Every touch and grip from his calloused hands was like the press of a hot iron onto your skin. Soft lips hungrily leaving a trail of rough kisses down your neck. You let out a light moan when his palm pushes against your clothed slit. His hot breaths blow against your neck, the feeling sending contrastingly cold goosebumps around your body.

It had been six months since you began your deal with Tom. Six months filled with absolute pleasure, bliss, and ecstasy. All it took was for a stupid game of truth or dare at one of your college parties for you and him to cross paths. Little did you know that eventually, each and every single one of your salacious escapades and rendezvous would have left you with a lingering feeling of loneliness.

After a couple of weeks, every late night post-sex goodbye kiss had turned into a parting kiss when you both went off on your way to class after a small home-cooked breakfast together; every 1am “you up?” text message had evolved into mid-afternoon “coffee?” text messages; dates to frat parties became dates to the movies; your weekly scheduled ‘study sessions’ to help one another relieve stress turned to legitimate study sessions. Because of this, over time, you grew to have feelings for him. And over time, you thought he would too.

Yet here you were, body trapped by his, hair in a ruffled mess, arousal collecting in your underwear. It was as if nothing had actually evolved between the two of you.

Shaking your head, you tense up and push his chest away from yours, signalling that you had wanted to stop. He becomes puzzled but obliges anyway.

“Wha— is something wrong?” he asks, his cute, red and puffy lips forming into a pout.

You stutter incoherent sentence starters for a few seconds, unable to compose the words you needed to say. You came to his flat with a plan to express to him how you felt, but so far, all you had managed to do was crumble into yourself.

Tom reaches over and places one of his hands on top of your fidgeting ones, and that in itself was enough to bring some comfort. To you, the sweet gesture had felt a little reassuring—it showed that he cared, that he was present and ready to be your much needed support from whatever was troubling you. Maybe he might feel the same, you thought. The gesture and thought sparked a herd of butterflies to erupt in your stomach, and usually, you’d cave in and retreat into yourself, but at that moment, it was definitely the confidence booster you needed.

“I—I think I’m in love with you...”

You bite your bottom lip, anticipating for him to say something, anything. You stare at him with hopeful eyes as he hadn’t reared away from you yet, and you didn’t sense that he would anytime soon. But a few minutes went by and all he had done was look at you and then down at his lap, mouth opening and closing like your earlier on.

Then he finally looks up with a frown on his face, he hand jolted up from yours for a split second before it hesitantly moved to land on yours again—an action he didn’t think you’d notice but you had.

“Y/N I-”

You quickly retract your hands from his grip and stand up.

“No, it’s fine. Uhm, I-I should go…” you say in a broken whisper, smoothing down your shorts and grabbing your phone from the coffee table. You make your way over to the door but stop in your tracks midway. Part of your body was telling you to not walk away and just leave it at that, you had come too far to leave it unresolved. But the other part of your body was telling you no, that by keeping quiet, Tom had made it crystal clear as to how he felt. You knew you should have listened to that part of your gut, but against your better judgement, you turn around to confront him.

“Tom, look I’m in love with you okay? You’re literally all I think about, every goddamn song I hear just reminds me of you! Everytime I think of you, hear you, see you, my heart just feels like it could soar the sky forever, and my days just become instantly better. All the smiles, the laughs, the moments we share just makes me feel like I’m at home, that you are where I’m supposed to be, that you are my home.”

“We’re just friends, Y/N.” Tom says, a saddened look glossing over his eyes.

“Tom, please don’t do this, I know you don’t really mean that…” You plead.

Your vision quickly blurs as it fills up with tears. You hated crying and he knew that, but even as he slowly tore your heart into shreds, you dared to walk closer to him in an attempt to find some much needed comfort. He slowly backs away and that’s when the tears came raining down along your cheek.

None of it had made sense to you. You were sure he felt the same, or at least that felt something. What you started with in the beginning was just platonic yes, but you knew that the way your relationship was now, was nowhere near the word. You cuddled not just after sex, but during the study sessions where you were just too exhausted and drift off into sleep. When you watched movies you curled up next to him, his arms enveloping you in warmth, making you feel protected and safe from all the dangers of the horror movies you’d typically watch. He made or bought your food when you were too stressed and busy just to make sure you;d eat, he brought you to restaurants after every exam you had just to celebrate you completing it, regardless of whether you even passed or not.

Tom looks at you solemnly, his eyes welling up on their own because he hated to see you like this, and he hated being like this.

You let out a sob, “Tom please… L-look, I know I should walk away right now, b-but I can’t…”

…

“If you really meant what you said, j-just tell me to walk away and I will.”

Enough tears had flowed from your eyes to make two small patches of wet carpet beneath your feet. And at that point your legs were just so weak that they began to violently tremble, so much so that if any small force was worked against it, you would’ve been knocked straight toward the ground.

Tom shaked his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, in an attempt to stop his own tears from falling. He quickly rubs his eyes and looks at you with a cold glare, “Please leave.”

#tom holland fic #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #fwb!tom holland #tom holland imagines

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hollandbaby · 4 years

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thirsty - fwb!t.h smut

warnings: fucking, spanking, choking, fwb. based on that pic.

You bit your lip when you saw his instagram story. He sure knew how to tease you, posing shirtless in front of the mirror with his broad shoulders and toned body on display for the world to see. A part of you wanted to believe he’d posted it just for you to see, but you knew that wasn’t true. That didn’t stop your fingers typing a direct message to Tom in response to his story though: yo, chill. You don’t expect an instant response, Tom was a busy man and you knew he was at the gym. But your phone buzzes almost instantly with his response; whatever do you mean ;). You roll your eyes, biting your lip again as you look at his story one more time.

your thirst is showing, holland :)

And with that you lock your phone, not wanting to get too caught up in the butterflies in your stomach. You carry on with some online work which you were doing before Tom’s instagram story got the better of you. Tapping away at your keyboard you distract yourself, immersing yourself into your work, until your phone buzzes again. Your eyes flit down to your screen, doing a double take when you see the notification is from Tom, who had just sent you a photo. And you just about combust there and then; he’d sent you another mirror selfie, this time in nothing but a tight pair of Calvin’s, the lighting better so you can see every muscle on his stomach, the dip of his v line disappearing deliciously into his boxers, making you want to kiss along his skin. His hair is messy and curly, wet from a shower, and he’s biting his lip. You feel your thighs clench as you continue staring at the image, thumb on the corner to keep it from disappearing. God, he’s going to kill me. You let the image disappear, but it’s engrained in your mind, and message him back: someone’s cocky ;). And before you can get back to your work, you see that he’s already typing so you wait until he’s done. What you don’t expect is another photo, this time with his hand gripping his hard on through his boxers, jawline sharp and broad shoulders on full display, his face covered by his phone but his abs on full display. You notice a droplet of water on his chest, presumably from his hair, but the way it glistens on his skin is so immensely sexy.

He’s captioned this one; what was that about my cock? and you swear your panties are soaked. You tell him to come over, now. before saving your work and closing your laptop. As you freshen yourself up, you get a text: already on my way. You change into something less comfortable, a black lace number that Tom’s mentioned he loved on you before. You smirk to yourself as you pose in front of the mirror in the bathroom, sending Tom a picture of yourself captioned don’t dm and drive. Your features are perfectly accentuated by the set; the black lace complimenting the curve of your boobs, your hips appear full and your skin looks smooth as silk. Tom types back a fuck, and before you know it there’s a knock at the door. You pull on a robe, heading to the front door to open it, when you do you’re instantly pulled into Tom’s arms, lips crashing together in a kiss of pent up sexual frustration. That’s the reason you started this agreement in the first place; neither of you wanted a relationship but you both missed having sex. When you got drunk and fucked that one time, it’s been that way ever since.

Tom lifts you off the ground, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he kicks the door closed behind him, not caring that it slams shut. You continue kissing as Tom walks you to your bedroom, you can feel his hardness through his joggers and you groan into the kiss, hands moving to tug on his messy curls. He growls at that, nipping your bottom lip before pulling back to catch his breath, both of you are panting, desperate for air. Tom throws you on the bed, your robe practically off at this point, before climbing on top of you, reconnecting his lips to yours. You run your fingers through his hair before gripping tufts of his curls, Tom’s own hands running down your body to your hips, his index finger moving to your inner thigh, caressing your skin and inching closer and closer to your underwear. You lift your hips up in response to his teasing, moaning against his lips. Tom’s tongue runs along your lower lip as his finger dips into your underwear, feeling your wetness as his tongue caresses your own. You whine against his lips, having enough of his teasing, Tom taking the hint, pulling back and chuckling at you as he undoes the tie on your robe, sliding the silk fabric further open and exposing the rest of your skin and the lacy set you’re wearing. He bites his lip looking down at you, you lift up and slide your robe fully off, throwing it across the room before pulling him into you for another fiery kiss.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Tom groans against your lips, your legs wrapping around his waist and his hips grinding into yours. One of his hands moves to your ass, squeezing the skin before spanking you. You moan against his lips, Tom pulling away to kiss down your jaw, your neck, your collarbones, your chest. “You know how much I like this set on you, don’t you love?”

“Yes, Tom, now fuckin’ get on with it,” you shoot a look at him as he stops his ministrations, causing him to smirk and wink at you. Tom goes back to kissing along your chest, your head rolling back against the sheets, one hand wrapped in his curls as Tom’s own move to your breasts, cupping them as he sucks a hickey on your skin.

“Someone’s needy today,” Tom laughs breathily, reaching behind you to unhook your bra. When he slides the lace fabric off your body his tongue circles your nipple, making you moan.

“Wonder why,” you retort, moaning as Tom’s hand wanders down to your underwear. He rubs your clit through your panties as he continues kissing and sucking the skin on your chest. Tom moves further down your body, cool lips meeting hot skin as he kisses down your torso, along the hem of your panties. He looks up into your eyes as he takes your underwear between his teeth, pulling them down your thighs. You kick them off, Tom kissing your inner thighs as you do so. You feel his hands move to your hips, then in a swift motion, Tom flips you so you’re hovering above his face, his hands still on your hips. You let out a gasp, and Tom pulls you down to his awaiting tongue, immediately licking a strip through your wet folds.

“Already so wet for me?” Tom smirks up at you.

“Shut up,” you groan, one hand reaching for the headboard as your other hand moves to Tom’s hair. He runs his tongue through your folds again, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your hips grind against his face, his hands squeezing your ass cheeks, giving each a slap for good measure. You’re a moaning mess above him, moving with his tongue as he continuously flicks your clit, your hips picking up their pace as Tom’s own increases. He looks up at you, your head rolling back as your back arches and your thighs quake, hips juttering as you get closer and closer to that sweet release.

Tom pulls away just long enough to say, “cum for me, darling,” before his tongue is back on your dripping pussy, tasting all of you as he coaxes you to your orgasm. You let out your loudest moan of the evening as you cum on his tongue, hips moving rapidly and hand gripping the headboard so tight your knuckles turn white, whilst your other hand grips Tom’s curls keeping his head in place. Tom’s hands are gripping your ass so hard you’re sure he’s going to leave a mark, and he gently licks through your folds as you come down form your high, your grip on the headboard releasing. You lift up off of Tom’s face, leaning down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. You let out a moan against his lips, your kiss a mess of tongue and teeth as you move down his body to straddle him, feeling the material of his joggers under you. Your hands move to the hem of Tom’s t shirt, he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to take his t shirt off, pulling you back in by your neck. Your hands fiddle with his joggers as you pull them down just enough so Tom can kick them, and his boxers, off. The kiss is sloppy and rushed, a passionate clash of teeth and tongue as you focus on what your hands are doing. When Tom’s clothes are completely off, you move your hips, gliding your wet folds on his hard cock, Tom letting out a whimper into the kiss. You continue teasing him like that for a while, getting him worked up and ready for you.

“Please just ride me, now!” He groans as he bites your lower lip. You chuckle, kissing him again before reaching behind you, gripping the base of Tom’s cock and lining it up with your pussy. You lower your hips down on him, your hands come to rest on Tom’s toned chest. You sink down fully on his cock, biting your lip as your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of him inside you, finally. You lift your hips up before lowering them back down, getting into a steady rhythm. You can feel Tom’s hard chest covered by his smooth skin, and you’re reminded of the picture again. You’re here, riding Thomas Holland; something many people could only dream of. And that gives you a sense of cockiness. You begin to ride him faster, your wetness perfectly lubricating him, and Tom moans at your tightness.

“Feels so good, Tommy,” you moan, mouth agape as your hips move faster. Tom’s hands are gripping your hips, helping your movements. The room is full of lewd noises; your wet pussy and the moans from the two of you accompanying, skin slapping skin as you ride Tom. He’s moaning, his eyes on where your hips meet his own, and when you clench down on him his head rolls back, letting out a loud moan.

“So tight and wet, fuck, baby,” he groans out, completely in bliss at the feeling of your cunt around him. Tom decides he’s had enough of your teasing; your switching of a fast pace to a slower, more sensual one. He wants to make you cum again, so he grips your hips, pulls you in for a kiss and flips the two of you over. You yelp, giggling as Tom smiles down at you; but it soon turns into a moan when he slides his cock back deep inside of you, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his tip hitting your g spot. You bite your lip, a quiet ‘fuck’ leaving your mouth as Tom quickens his pace, hips slapping against your own as he fucks into you, his eyebrows furrowed as he does so, hair messed up and sweat dripping down his chest. He looks like an adonis. You pull him down by his hair, kissing him to keep yourself quiet, but it’s no use, Tom’s cock feels so good inside you that you’re moaning more frequently than ever; you grip his shoulders, nails digging in as Tom’s pace never falters, only egging him on further.

“Fuckin’ amazing pussy, jesus,” Tom’s breathless, his orgasm fast approaching. You bite his earlobe, causing his eyes to roll back as he hisses. “Get on your stomach for me, babe.”

You do as told, Tom pulling out so you can reposition. You lay on your stomach, hips up and arms out in front of you. You feel Tom move behind you, his hand slapping your ass cheek as his other grips your hip, guiding his cock back into your soaking cunt. You moan as he bottoms out, cock hitting deeper than before. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you as Tom picks up his pace, fucking you from behind in a fervour. Your raspy moans, along with Tom’s deep groans, and the sound of your wetness fills the room.

“Fuck, Tom!” Is all you can say, and all you can do is moan.

“Gonna cum, shit,” Tom’s pace never falters, hitting your g spot repeatedly he snaps his hips against your own. Reaching down he grips your hair in a fist, pulling your body up against his. You moan again, eyes rolling back as Tom’s hand snakes around to choke you, his other moving to rub circles on your clit, his voice in your ear as you both breathily moan, Tom’s cock fucking up inside your tight cunt. You’re close; you feel your thighs shaking and your pussy clenching.

“You gonna cum for me, love?” Tom whispers, voice raspy and taut. He’s fucking you so well, you can barely find the words; your own hips fucking back to meet Tom’s as you moan out; “yes, Tommy! I’m coming!” Tom’s lips are on your neck just below your ear as you cum, his hand holding you up against his toned torso. You clench on him again, Tom’s own orgasm following shortly after, he lets out a strained groan as his hips sloppily thrust up into you. “Fuck, gorgeous, you’re so good.”

You collapse forward, Tom chuckling as you do so. He gently pulls out, fingers reaching between your legs to collect his cum. He brings them up to your lips, letting you wrap them around his digits and tasting him, you twirl your tongue around his fingers to clean them. “So hot,” he bites his lip, you smirking up at him, winking. Tom makes his way to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up. When he comes back into the room you’re on your side, hand under your pillow as you snuggle into the sheets. Tom admires the sight for a moment, before shaking himself out of it, moving to kneel on the bed beside you. He’s wearing his boxers again now, hand moving to clean up the mess between your thighs. Tom gives your ass another slap for good measure, noticing there are marks all over your body from his lips and hands. “Sorry about that,” he nods to the hickies littering your chest and the marks on your ass. You smirk up at him, and judging by the look in his eyes, he’s not sorry at all.

“You should thirst trap on instagram more often.” You wink.

“I will if it leads to this.”

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How Could I Not? | One

Playlist | My Masterlist | Prologue (I DEFINITELY reccomend reading this first) Series masterlist

Tom Holland x Reader | Fwb with an unexpected pregnancy added in the mix. Inspired by an ask that I recieved.

Summary: Tom surprises you and you surprise him back, except maybe your surprise is a little bigger.

Warnings: pregnancy and a FWB relationship. This chapter includes some making out and cursing.

Words: 4.1k

Deep, rich chocolate and a black cherry scented candle.

An odd mix, really. But somehow you could pick up both scents as they floated around the room barely lit by the candle. Cherry and chocolate with a hint of milky tea. You didn’t know if it was just early pregnancy hormones or you just really hated the combination. A soft buzzing comes from your fridge and the tap dripped every now and then but besides that, you were engulfed in the utter, awkward silence of your apartment.

You don’t move from your seat on the couch where you were sure you’d now made a semi-permanent indent. It seemed to be the most comfortable place since you’d forced yourself to put your bedsheets out to wash– only thanks to morning sickness. You grimace at the thought, hair still wet after being kept up since your shower nearly six hours ago.

The coffee machine on the other side of the room (the kitchen to be exact) taunts you and considering it’d been around four days since your last coffee, you were nearly ready to give in but with no knowledge on whether or not it’d affect your unborn, newfound baby you shove the thought to the back of your mind, reaching for a cup of tea instead. A singular row of decedent chocolate sits next to where the mug previously sat, adorned with golden wrapping.

If you were any younger then you would’ve made a joke that correlated to Charlie and the chocolate factory but you didn’t feel as if you’d just won some kind of lottery, that much was for sure. The chocolate was your guilty pleasure, your comfort snack after a series of hardships that were yet to be over.

Bringing the tea to your lips, you want to grimace upon tasting the flavoured drink. It had nothing on coffee but you were sure you’d cope. With the help of chocolate, you could do anything. So hesitantly, you take the chocolate and dip it into your drink.

Everything had seemed to be about the baby since you’d found out. Your google history was filled with questions about what foods were safe to eat and the safest way to sleep. You had even dared to try and work out how far along you were. You knew a doctors appointment was needed and one was coming. Soon. But not now.

The mug of tea warms nimble fingers and your phone buzzes beside you, jolting you out of your thoughts. You hardly need to look at it to know who it was but glance over anyway, sliding the screen across to reveal a series of texts from the same boy that you’d been trying to avoid. It’d been two weeks and four days since you’d last seen him in person. Blunt texts barely counted for anything.

It hadn’t been intentional at first, because at first you’d believed that you were just ill and you hadn’t wanted to get him sick too. But after seeing two little lines on the test you were almost more tempted to keep your distance. Distance, a stupid fucking word.

Maybe you missed his hands on yours in a little less then gentleman-like fashion, and lips pressed against bare collarbones, legs intertwined in a mess of sheets or couch cushions with some kind of show neither of you was too interested in paying attention too on the television, far too busy with one another, muttering small reassurances that you wanted this. You missed the buzz as you come down from a high. On your neck were fading purple and blue painted marks from the last time you saw him, telling stories of your most recent– but not so recent night with him.

But a little more then you missed the sex, you missed his company. From pizza at two am to natural pick up lines through text that didn’t come with ‘are you feeling any better?’ texts and ‘do you need to see a doctor?’ messages that reminded you of the little treasure building a home inside you. You missed your best friend.

Two weeks and four days since you'd last seen him, a long time for too close friends who had spent almost every aching second together up until this point.

Tom: Can I come over?

Tom: I miss you :( x

Tom: Y/N?

Tom: Read receipts, c’mon. I know you’re there.

Tom: You good?

Tom: I’m coming over

The last message comes through while the phone is still sitting in your hand and you quickly type out a response, the phone heavy and weighing you down as you struggle to type with one hand, a mug of tea hot in the other hand.

Y/N: coping. don’t come over, it could be contagious.

You highly doubted that your pregnancy was contagious.

Tom: Wow, are you really trying to get rid of me? 🤪

Tom: come to the front door x

The text makes you groan because he couldn’t have– he couldn’t be, but of course he would. You’re proved wrong by a harsh knock at the front door, three all too close together, the same way Tom always knocked when he came over and you’d forgotten to leave the spare key under the hallway plant or tucked between the ragged, old welcome mat.

It’s a struggle to force yourself up off of the couch as you drag woollen covered feet to the front door and it’s a struggle to make yourself unlock it because In a way you’d lied and Tom had a tendency to see right through you– for you weren’t contagious and you definitely weren’t sick in the way he expected. You tug the door open with a rattle, revealing the face of your best friend with a tangled mess of brown, curly hair and crinkles beside his lips where a semi-permanent smile made way on his features. In his hands sat two movies and a share pack of popcorn and behind his back, yes, he went there, was a packet of marshmallows.

And yeah, you want to dive right into his chest. You want to throw your arms around him and let go of the waterfall of tears building inside of you but you simply pull your hoodie closer to your chest as well as the secret you were keeping, shrugging off the urge to smother your best friend in affection.

“For someone who’s really sick, you’re glowing.” He remarks first, stepping into your dark apartment. The first thing Tom notices besides the fact that you looked somehow great for someone with a rotting stomach bug was the smell of cherries and the candle that lit up whatever you’d been doing at the coffee table.

“I guess I should say thanks?” You tilt your head, closing the door with a thud as Tom steps in, dumping the gear and keys on your smaller than most kitchen table. He practically classed your place as home now, seemingly spending more time there than at his shared flat. “I told you not to come, I feel like shit and I don’t want to get you sick too.”

His face falls slightly and guilt worms its way into your stomach.

“We always make each other feel better when we’re sick and besides, I was seriously starting to miss my best friend.” He musters up a smile post frown, holding up the things he’d bought around. “I thought you’d like it if I got you your favourite movies and snacks– I know you always have hot chocolate powder but never the marshmallows so I got those too.”

Your mouth waters at the sight of sweets. “Was Harrison busy tonight?”

“No, I just wanted to see you.” Tom frowns again, reaching for your forehead. “If you’re really that sick then I think we need to call a doctor. How high is your temperature?”

You step back before you can touch your forehead, trying to bury yourself in your sweater as if you’d mould into the thing if you tried hard enough. Tom stares, looking fairly concerned and if it were the other way around you’d admit that you’d be worried out of your mind too. You were clearly distant and you couldn’t keep hiding behind a false stomach bug, not when it came to Tom anyway, who knew you better then he knew the freckles that littered his nose.

You should've known that he was going to give up on waiting eventually, this was Tom for crying out loud. He was always the first one at the doorstep of your tiny, one bedroom apartment when the slightest of inconveniences occurred. Once you called him only slightly tipsy and he mistook your giggles for sobs and was there in record time, huffing and puffing on your doorstep with open arms.

“Okay, okay, I’m fine now– recovering.” You lie right through your teeth. “I guess movies and junk food sounds good. Want to get the popcorn on and I’ll set up the movie?” You offer, taking the films from the bench where they sat. You smile upon seeing the old school Disney movies he’d picked up instead of the sci-fi movies he tended to pick when you gave him the opportunity.

“Yeah, I’ll make the drinks too.” He bids. But then Tom can’t help himself. Because you look comfortable tucked up in the sweater, but your hair hangs in tangles and you look only a little sick with bags beneath your eyes that tell him you haven't been sleeping as much as you should be. Carefully, Tom tugs you into his arms because he missed you– he missed his best friend and despite something feeling wrong in the way you hold him back, he shoves it away, yet to question the distance.

You pout but silently admit that being close to him again is nice. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Don’t care if I get sick, I haven’t seen my best friend for ages.”

It’s then that you relax into his arms, leaning on him for comfort for a quick moment or two. He’s so warm, smelling largely of his favourite cologne and somehow now yours too. You feel protected and safe in his arms and it’s not something you tended to admit– because you didn’t feel that you needed him around to be safe, but there was something about being held that settles your rapidly beating heart.

And Tom’s unaware as he rests his arms around you that you’re holding a secret yet to change both of your lives, so you take in every second of comfort while you still could.

When he finally decides to let go, Tom gives you a side smile and you recuperate. You were always a sucker for his warm brown eyes that reminded you of melted honey and a cheesy smile that seemed to appear on your lowest days.

“Go get the stuff ready–, oh and, Tom?”

He waits a moment, yearning to hear what you have to say next. “Yeah?”

“Thank you for coming over, seriously. I’m sorry if I was cold before.” You smile warmly, resting your hands at your side and give him a small glance. “And can you please get me extra marshmallows?”

Tom snorts. “Loser.” Taking your hand lightly, he gives it a squeeze to prevent the growing distance. “You’re lucky you’re sick or else you wouldn’t get off the hook so easily.”

It’s a joke, you know that much. Tom was practically incapable of being angry at you for longer than five minutes and you were nearly incapable of doing anything that you knew would upset him. The two of you just fit together, neither wanting to do anything to harm or affect the other in a bad way. You only wanted the best for each other, even if sometimes the best meant being brutally honest- or sometimes withholding information.

Maybe that’s why your little arrangement worked so well. It was something you both so desperately wanted and neither of you could explain why you craved the other as much as you did. Tom didn’t know at first why he’d wake up in warm sweats after dreaming of your nails raking down his back despite only having you earlier that day, and you didn’t know why you’d crawl into his lap at the simplest of times and go to town on one another.

You constantly used the excuse that your friendship was just stronger than most. To the two of you, it was just one of those things.

And for a moment you think. You take a deep breath and hope that you threw the pregnancy test in the bin instead of leaving it scattered across the bathroom table. You hope that he doesn’t question your nerves or the fact that you were distant and you hope that he doesn’t flip when he finds out. Because he had to find out.

You were worrying, but how could you not?

The movie draws on. The two of you finish oversized mugs of hot chocolate and you savour sweet, half melted marshmallows with a thick undertone of chocolate. You even share a blanket and at times he would pop pieces of popcorn in your mouth.

Every now and then, you’d steal quick, secretive glances at him. You’d catch Tom at the smallest of moments where he’d crack a smile at something that happened in the movie, or his brows would be drawn together in concentration or he’d be wetting his lips carefully. He looks almost carefree and at the same time, you feel almost too much weight on your shoulders to cope.

One hand– your own, lightly rests on your stomach, fingertips dusting over your clothed abdomen. In a way, you felt torn. But just as quickly, your eyes are cast back on the movie.

Maybe you feared telling Tom because it made it all too real. Maybe that’s another strong reason why you feared telling him so much. Because it wasn’t the positive pregnancy test sitting in your bathroom or the morning sickness that made it real but him knowing, Tom being aware of the life he helped create.

It’s around thirty minutes into the film when he gets closer, breaking barriers that wouldn’t be broken by two people who were just friends. A hand rests on your upper thigh, drawing circles over your clothed leg and tugging on the drawstrings. It’s innocent at first, touches gentle and he seems distracted enough as coffee brown eyes remain on the television.

Your living room isn’t all that dark anymore, besides the candle that had long burnt out both of your features were highlighted by the television. Gentle hues paint your faces bright, fluorescent colours.

Then his warm breath is fanning across the side of your face, fingers lightly gripping your chin as he guides your face towards his, inching closer but not yet pressing his lips against yours. Not yet giving you the satisfaction you secretly craved.

“Fuckin’ missed you, ya know?” He says softly, lips brushing against your own. “You weren’t answering any of my messages, blocking all my calls. Harrison told me that if I didn’t stop talking about you then he’d throw me out but what else was I meant to do when my best friend had dropped off the grid?”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of closing the gap, so you allow his lips to ghost over yours and respond without hesitation. “I was tired.”

“Thought you were sick, huh?” He teases. The hand that was previously sitting on your lap runs up beneath the sweater. Naturally, you lean into his touch. Naturally.

“I was tired and sick.” You defend yourself, however lying was growing old and you were growing guiltier by the second. “Stomach bugs take a lot out of you. I hate the damn things.”

With that, he closes the gap, silencing you but not your racing thoughts. It’s soft at first, two best friends with benefits warming up to one another after a week or so with little to no contact. But your body recognises him almost instantly, succumbing to the desires.

“What’re you doing?” You breathe out.

You feel him smirk against your lips, “Kissing my best friend, what does it look like I’m doing?”

“I’m sick, Tommy, I don’t wanna get you sick too.” You whisper hastily between messy kisses. He travels down your neck, slowly making his way down, only stopping to highlight fading purple coloured splotches. They were the ones you’d trace your fingers over at night when he couldn’t make it over and the ones you’d desperately try and cover with layers of makeup when it was hot out.

He shakes his head, messy curls brushing against your neck and you bite your bottom lip to prevent a breathy moan from escaping as warm lips trace patterns on your collar bones.

“Don’t care, just need you right now.” He speaks, words competing with the television in the background. You were unsure what part the movie was even up to currently, too wrapped up in the boy that you’d somehow found on top of you, legs on either side of your own and hands roaming your body, exploring every inch he had access to. In any other circumstance, you would’ve allowed your eyes to flutter shut and take in every little action and pleasure. You would’ve been begging him to continue, body reacting to every touch.

But you can’t let him go any further while you knew what he didn’t. The little secret had been eating away at you, picking your brain apart piece by piece until not even the feeling of his hands riding up the front of your old school sweater can get you going and you’re more focused on the smell of a burnt out candle then the beating of his heart that’s nearly pressed against your own.

“I’m pregnant.”

There’s an awkward silence, a moment of hesitation as all actions halt and you can’t breathe. You don’t want to breathe. Breathing seems nearly impossible.

Tom moves back, clearly shocked and his face morphs from amusement to confusion and disbelief. “You know, there are other ways of saying ‘I don’t want to have sex right now,’ right?”

You swallow harshly, clamming hands falling from his biceps to your lap where they fall together, fingers locking together like magnets and you mutter the same words, like a record stuck on repeat. “I’m pregnant.”

Tom grimaces, forcing himself to sit up beside you and in a hurry, he straightens his shirt out, removing the evidence of your previous endeavours. “Now’s not the time to kid around about that–”

“I’m fucking pregnant, Jesus, how many times do I have to tell you?” You sit up too and despite Tom long moving away and in result, putting a fair amount of distance between the two of you. You can still feel his fingertips against your skin. Hot, gentle.

Somehow it feels like a weight has been lifted off of your chest but still, you feel suffocated and struggling to come to terms with it yourself so it’s no shock when tears of pure frustration well in the corners of your eyes. Toms reaction didn’t seem to be helping diminish your fears but it wasn’t like you expected him to shower you in reassurances straight away.

“And it’s mine?” When you don't respond, Tom gapes like a fish, eyes widening. “I thought you were on the pill?!”

“I was you fucktard, it doesn’t always work! You never should’ve cum inside me. Have you never heard of pulling out?” You scoff, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. “I can’t believe you.”

Tom wets his bottom lip, feeling himself calm down from whatever confusion and temporary anger had previously been clouding his brain and sighs. He knew that this wasn’t your fault, as well as that you were both in this together.

“I mean, you’re hot and it was good… how could I not?”

You choke. “Now is not the fucking time for you to say things like that!” However, his remark makes you laugh lightly between sniffles. “I’m pregnant and the baby’s yours, that much I’m sure of.”

The baby’s yours.

Tom stares off into the distance, the words sitting in the front of his mind but he couldn’t work out if they were taunting him or if that small, spark of something in the pit of his stomach was excitement. Nerves were evident and shock? That too. In fact, there was a ton of that. Almost too much to accept.

“I’ll take your word on that,” Tom utters, admitting to himself that he knew you well enough– and long enough to trust you on that statement. Harshly, he chews on the inside of his mouth for a moment before looking down at his nails. “Are you scared?”

You nod your head, lips trembling. “I’m terrified.”

Breathing in the fading scent of cherries and hot chocolate, the smell of buttered popcorn regretfully forgotten he comes to a realisation and sighs.

“And you’ve known about this all week?”

You nod but more hesitantly this time, being careful as the news settles. “I didn’t want to lose you.”

I don’t want to lose you. Six words were spoken a rare few times in your few years of friendship. There was the time you were in a club and it was shouted over partygoers, the two of you being tugged either way despite wanting to stick close. There was the time you got in an argument about your new boyfriend (now ex) that he despised and then there was the time you started sleeping together.

‘I don’t want to lose you’ was always followed by ‘you won’t’ and that small ‘you won’t’ was always filled with promise.

“You won’t– You can't lose me, I’m your best friend.” He promises.

Tom sits back, still feeling some kind of way that he wasn’t able to comprehend. Taking your legs and kicking them over his lap, he relaxes, knowing that stressing wasn’t about to do anybody any good. “We were so careful…”

You agree, but only to an extent. “What are we going to do?”.

“I don’t know.” He stops, hesitating for a moment before he opts to continue. “I really don’t know, but I do know that you’re not in this alone and we’ll sort this out together, whatever it takes.”

That’s all the reassurance you need to visibly relax. The tension on your shoulders loosens and you allow your head to fall against the side of the couch, far too close to his shoulder but you steer clear. There’s still a weight larger than life sitting on your shoulders, almost resting on your chest.

He licks his bottom lip, tasting what was left of your lip balm and allows himself to draw patterns on your legs over your clothing, allowing the silence to simmer for a few moments.

Both of you knew it wasn’t exactly meant to happen. It was merely a small incident that involved the two of you that now had a huge effect on both of you but neither of you want to get onto the gritty topics yet. Like what you’d do after the baby was born, or how you’d tell your friends and family. So you stick to making jokes and laughs about of the situation, something the two of you did oh so well. Suppressing the looming topics you both wanted to avoid for as long as possible. It was why you got along so well, you tended to distract each other– sometimes with sex, and sometimes with witty jokes.

But maybe the reality of the situation hadn’t kicked in yet– for either of you. The reality of pregnancy was more than a little morning sickness and sleepless nights.

It was making the best decision, and from there it was raging cravings and hectic mood swings, appointments and scares and even more decisions. For the two of you, it’d be telling people that you were bringing another life into the world before you'd even sorted your own out and admitting that you’d probably been a little less than careful.

It’s losing all selfishness and learning to love and be loved in return.

“Whatever it takes, huh?” You question, shifting your gaze. Tom stares back and there’s clear fright in his eyes, surely you wouldn't expect anything else. You were both thrown into the deep end here. But you had each other and sometimes that was enough. However, in this situation, whether your friendship was enough was unclear.

He smiles, though he looks slightly unsure. “Whatever it takes.”

PART 2

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tomhollandthing · 5 years

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I Want You [Prolog]

Paring: FWB!Mob!Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Reader

Word count:

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, smut

Summary: Having a fun night with someone you know, and you never want it to end.

Authors note: This idea popped into my mide as I was reading @starksparker fic Dare You To Move, it’s amazing so go check out her story. I hope y’all enjoy this. Lemme know what you think, I always appreciate feedback. ENJOY

Music was playing in the club your family owns. Lights blinking in all different colors, people dancing on the dance floor. People you knew and complete strangers who knew who you were. Everyone did.

Originally you didn't want to be here. You wanted to be at home watching a movie or something. But Harrison wanted to celebrate his 23th birthday at the club, so you had to join. Sitting in your usual booth you, Sam and Harry and your best friend - Amelia - enjoying a cocktail watching the boys ordering some snacks at the bar.

Looking around the club you could see a lot of people. Some were dancing, others were talking to their friends (or at least you assumed they were friends), someone was sitting in the corner alone with a drink, and ofcourse a lot of people who were making out with strangers.

Tom and Harrison came back to the table with a tray full of shots and some snacks, sitting down Harrison handed Sam and Harry a shot, and Tom handed Amelia and you a shot each and raised hi own glass.

“Happy birthday mate,” Tom said with a smile planted on his lips downing his shot. Harrison followed and downed his shot, so did you and Amelia. The strong liquide burning in you chest as you swallowed it, but you loved the feeling of it burning in your chest for a few moments before the liquide took control over you body.

“Planning on fucking someone tonight Haz,” Amelia asked laughing already intoxicated. Harrison chuckled at her shaking his head receiving a look from your brother.

“Are you saying your not going to fuck anyone tonight, mate?” Tom mocked Harrison who seemed to look around the club to see if anyone was worth his time, but he only shook his head smirking to himself.

“I’m want to dance,” you whine to Amelia who suddenly is just as eager as you to dance.

You both make your way to the dance floor and start to move your body to the rhythm of the music. Swaying your hips, moving your armed, shaking your head. You and Amelia had fun together, you always did.

You had known Amelia as long as you could remember. She was one of the only persons who were allowed in to the Holland mansion who were not a Holland. She was one of the only persons you had an opportunity to get to know growing up.

Growing up in the mob isn't easy for a child. Being a child you weren't able to go to a normal school like a normal child, you were homeschooled, you were pretty much locked up in your house with your brother's. You weren't complaining thought, because you hated school. Always wanting to play hide and seek with your brother's.

When you and your brother, Tom, were told how your family makes money you were only seven years old (Sam and Harry only being six and therefore not allowed to know), and Tom was nine. You only knew this life. So when you were allowed to let Amelia know what your family did for a living you were ecstatic. The only problem was her parents. They didn’t want her to be friends with a criminal so they tried to keep her away from you, but with the help of your father she basically moved in, and now she is one of the best drug dealers in the city. Her parents are not proved of her, but she doesn’t care on bit. Amelia grew up to become a beautiful, confident young woman, and you cared for her with your entire heart. So when you guy were out on that dance floor having fun together, it felt right.

You was dancing when you suddenly felt some arms on your hips guiding you to grind up against someone's crotch. Turning around you see this really handsome boy so you just let it happen. You hadn’t planned on having a one night stand tonight but you never know what will happen.

Looking up your eyes connect with Harrison’s. You expected him to look away when your eyes meet but they didn’t, he kept looking at you and the guy you were grinding up against. You can see him saying something to Tom then getting up and leave for one of the VIP rooms. Never breaking the eye contact.

Leaving the strangers embracement you follow Harrison into the VIP room. Looking around you see the door to one of the bathrooms closing. Walking up to the door you feel like a stalker and a creep for following someone to the bathroom. Opening the door you can see him sitting on a couch in the bathroom scrolling through his phone. Why is there a couch in the bathroom? Why was he here all alone on hi birthday?

“Haz, you okay?” You ask. He puts his phone away and looks up at you.

“It’s your birthday… why aren’t you out having fun,” you ask. He gestures for you to come over to him so you do. When you are about to sit down next to him he pulls you into his lap which surprises you. Resting your arms around his neck you look into his beautiful ocean eyes that look darker than usual.

“You look stunning, you know,” he asks you only making you more confused. You can tell he has had a few to many shots, but that's your life's.

“Why thank you,” you respond to him. He reaches his hand up and pulls a hair strand out of your face. His eyes looking into yours and you feel lost in his embracement.

“You don't look to bad yourself,” you had always had a thing for Harrison. He has always been so genuine with you. Only problem he was off limits. So you always pushed the thought of him being hot to the back of your head. In the beginning it was easy, but as you grew and he started building muscle and look really good it started getting harder.

“I really wanna kiss you,” he says. You stare into his eyes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, when the sudden urge to kiss him comes over you. Shaking your head you try to look away, but finder yourself unable to until it's too late.

His lips moved against yours and you could taste the whiskey that he drank earlier. It started slow and sweet, but quickly escalated into something heated and messy. Hands roaming each other's bodies trying to feel everything from the other. You moan into the kiss as he grab your butt squeezing the flesh. Lifting you up he walks over to the sink and puts you down on it. Holding him close to you you try to deepen the kiss even more, before he pulls away and starts to kiss your neck.

Something so wrong had never felt so right before. That's your brother's best friend. Tom would go mental if he knew what was happening, and still you let it happen. But you didn't give two shits about what Tom would think. All you could focus on was Harrison who was kissing your neck.

Grabbing his face you pull his lips back to yours and kiss him like you never have kissed someone before. Your hands moving down he's clothes chest down to his dress pants you start to unbutton his pants and pull them downwards. You can feel his throbbing cock as you work on his slacks and you can't think straight in that moment.

His hands on your hips he pulls you towards him. He holds his hard cock in one hand and the other pulls your underwear to the side as he slides into your wet folds. You both moan at the feeling of your walls around him, loving the pleasure you got from it.

He started to thrust into you slow and hard. All that could be heard was the moans and grunts that left you guys lips. Leaning your head back against the mirror as he moves in and out of you at a slow pace. Too slow.

“Please, go faster,” you say out of breath. His hips start to move at a much faster pace and you scream as he hits you g-spot perfectly. You hold him into your chest as you both moan in sink. He brings his hand up to your chest and pulls down the top of the dress and frees your boob. He immediately starts to kiss and suck on your nipples making you moan his name. The feeling of him pounding into your tight pussy and sucking at your tits make you feel your high approaching fast.

“I'm close Haz” you moan feeling his thrusts becoming more sloppy.

“Me to babygirl, me too.” He pant out feeling ready to snap. You try to buck your to meet his thrusts. The both of you chasing your highs. He starts to rub your clit with his thumb and that's all it takes for you to cum, and cum hard. He fucks you through your orgasm, and after a few more thrusts you can feel his warm strings of cum inside you. You rest your forehead against his as you both come down from your highs.

He pulls out his now soft cock and watches his cum spill out of you. Grabbing some paper he clean himself and you. When you both are clean you pull him into one more kiss loving the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

“What happens now?” You asked generally not sure what to think. He peaks your lips one more time and smirks up at you.

“This is between us… friend with benefits,” he says smirking up at you.

“Friends… with benefits,” you confirm, pulling his face closer to your and kiss him one more time.

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duskholland · 5 years

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A Rose - Tom Holland

Warnings: Angst.

Word count: 1.9k

A rose.

Perfectly sculpted, tender and delicate, rich and red. The petals feel like silk through your fingertips as you trace your touch around the bud, the thinness wavering beneath your thumb. Your eyes sting as your other hand grasps the thorny stalk, the curved rise of the pincers digging into your skin as your grip slowly grows stronger, your fist clenching, tears dripping down your cheeks. It’s beautiful and painful, and you don’t think there’s anything more pretty than the rose held between your fingers.

Except for maybe the man in front of you. The one holding the rest of the bouquet.

“I... I thought you’d like them,” he murmurs, voice quivering with nerves. You can feel his eyes on your cheeks, see his eyebrows pulling together as he notices the way you sniffle. “Can I- Could I come in?”

You slowly unclench your fist, feeling the thorns release your flesh. “If you want to,” you mutter. You quickly step back, turning around to shift away from the doorway as Tom enters behind you, closing the door with a quiet thud. You gravitate to your sofa, the bright ugly yellow one you’d found at a charity shop forever ago, and you sit on your side, Tom finding the other.

For a few moments, you just sit there. A painful silence fills the space on the sofa between you. Tom’s mouth occasionally opens as if to speak, but he quickly closes it when he sees your face. Despite your best efforts, you can’t stop your eyes leaking hot tears, can’t stop your thumb pressing around the curve of the rose petals. You can’t stop your heart thudding in your chest.

“Can we talk about this?” Tom finally asks. He looks at you until you meet his eyes, and you almost shudder when you meet the stormy chocolate depths. His gaze holds you, steadying your shivering, sending rods down your spine to stop you falling apart, but you know it won’t be enough for long.

You swallow. “There isn’t anything to talk about,” you mumble. “You’ve already said everything- I’ve already said anything.” You glance down at your hands, seeing the faint dent from clutching the thorny stem too close. “Nothing either of us can say will fix this.”

He sighs, an inch of exasperation replacing the tender tiptoe he’d been playing ever since appearing at your door with the bouquet. “This wasn’t ever supposed to happen.”

“What, Tom?” You quickly bite. A hot spike of energy fills your heart, burning away the dull cold that’s been resting over the organ like a clamp. For the first time in days, you feel heat return to your cheeks, feel your blood reach the tips of your fingers, and it’s as though your body is on fire.

“This- this mess was never supposed to become a mess,” he mutters. He drags his hand through his brown hair, his watch grabbing at a few of the unruly strands. For the first time, light flitters down onto his face and you catch a glance of the deep circles rounded out beneath his eyes. “We talked about this, Y/N. At the beginning. I don’t... I don’t understand how this could happen.”

You bite your lower lip as your chin begins to quiver. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, Tom,” you mutter adamantly. The rose petal beneath your thumb is beginning to break apart, so you loosen up the pressure. “We said no strings attached. Fuck, I even suggested we start it like that. Do you think I wanted things to end up like this?” Your eyes shine as you stare at your friend, trying to forget the way his lips felt over your collarbones, trying to erase the image of his curls nestled between your legs. A shiver passes down your spine, and with your free hand, you wipe furiously at your eyes. “I didn’t want this.”

“You should’ve told me when you started feeling things for me,” Tom murmurs. He’s not trying to be unkind, but his voice still clips the corners of your heart as he speaks. The hushed tones are so similar, but the words so different from what you’d usually hear from him on a Saturday night. “We could’ve- you could’ve- I could’ve-”

“You don’t love me, Tom. Not like I do you.” Your hand goes back to the thorns, tracing over the sharp peaks. “You could never feel half of what I feel. This was just fun, to you, and I understand, because that’s all it was for me at first, too.” Your eyes are really stinging now, your voice a whisper. “I didn’t mean to fall in love. It- It’s just ruined everything, hasn’t it?”

He wants to say no. He really wants to say no. You can see it in his eyes, feel the words on the end of his tongue. But he can’t quite say it - can’t let the syllable roll over into the air, can’t let the lie fill the space between you. So he sits in silence, his own eyes welling as he watches you fall apart on the other side of the sofa, his rose between your fingers.

“I spent so long trying to deny it, trying to pretend that I didn’t love you. You’ve always been my best friend, Tom, I didn’t... I didn’t think things would grow like this." You pause to breathe deeply. “I wasn’t even sure it was love until I told you, and heard you say no. It was only then that I knew I loved you.” You draw your eyes back to his face, meeting his sad stare. “Only love can hurt a heart like this.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice cloudy. He reaches out, wanting to touch you, comfort you, but you shift back. “I wish I could feel that for you, Y/N, I just... You’ve always been my best friend.” He releases a watery chuckle. “You are my best friend. It kills me to see you like this.”

You slowly begin to get up from the sofa. “It killed me to open the door and see you standing there, holding a bunch of roses, acting like a conversation could fix this.” You begin to drift towards the door, gesturing weakly for Tom to follow. “You don’t feel the way I do, and that’s okay. But what isn’t okay is for you to waltz in here and assume I want to fix things.”

“But- Y/N, we’re best friends, why wouldn’t you want to move past-”

Your hand closes around the stalk. “Tom,” you say. “Tom, I am in love with you.” You’re angry now, your face warm to touch. He shies away from your gaze. “I look at you and I see weeks and months of falling in love with your smile, and your eyes, and your touch. I look at you and I see the promise of forever. You on one knee, you at the end of the aisle, you loving me. But it’s not real. I built up a fantasy in my head, created some alternate universe where you do love me, and I have to disentangle myself from that now.”

“I do love you-”

“Not in the way I love you.”

Above all, you’re humiliated. You told him your deepest fears, your darkest desires, and he held you through the night. You felt like he loved your heart when he touched your body, but now you realise he only loved your skin. His heart is large and warm and welcoming, but you fell too deeply into it. You told him how you felt, and he laughed at you, incredulous. You told him you were in love with him, and he rejected you.

You haven’t dealt very well with it. Not at all.

The petal beneath your finger feels less like silk, and more like sandpaper.

“I think you need to go now, Tom.”

“No, Y/N, I still want to talk about this.” His eyes are wide now, face a picture of desperation. You pull his coat off the peg on the wall and force it into his hands.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you say through gritted teeth. “I love you, and you don’t love me. There’s nothing else to say.”

“Please...”

The door is open, and he’s stood on the threshold. You’re just in front of him, eyes red and puffy, fingers shaking around the stem. You’re absolutely still, feeling so fragile that it’s as if you’ll fall apart if you move even a step.

You’re quiet as he reaches up, his hand cupping your cheek. A weak hiccup mixes with your sniffs as his warm fingers tend to your face. His thumb brushes over your coarse skin, flicking salty tears away, nursing your view, instilling a calming numbness to the heat trapped beneath the surface. He touches you, and it’s as if your heart can breathe again. He touches you like he loves you.

“I will always love you,” he murmurs. “I can give you time. I can give you anything you need.” His thumb finds your lower lip and he gently levers your teeth out of the flesh. “You deserve love. You deserve so much. I just can’t be the one to give it to you.”

He gives your face a final squeeze before moving his hand back, leaving your face dull, cold and numb. You squeeze the rose.

“Goodbye, Tom.” Brittle. You’re hard and cold and brittle.

And he looks pained. He looks so indecisive as he flounders around the threshold, not knowing whether he should cross back in and wrap you in a hug, or turn away and let you piece yourself back together. His vision is blurry, much like yours, and for a moment, you think he’s going to come back. You can almost feel his arms around you, almost feel his lips on the side of your head, almost smell his scent as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

Instead, he turns back and walks away. He doesn’t want to go - that much is obvious in his posture and the slow pace of his steps - but he does. And he takes most of your heart with him.

The petal tears away from the rest of the bud. You stare at it for a moment, eyes fixed on the bleeding lines painting the red silk, and feel the rose slip from your fingers. You stare at it, the way it lies against the grotty corridor floor, but don’t give it a second look as you turn away and go back inside, shutting the door forcefully behind you.

You want to cry. You want to rip your hair from your skull. You want to scream.

But instead you sit there on your sofa, plucking a new rose from the discarded bouquet every few minutes, and you gently pluck away at the petals. With each flower you strip away, some of the darkness seems to slip from your heart. Some of the pain disappears. There’s space in your chest for something other than the churning burn of unrequited love; there’s space for something much warmer.

On the other side of your door, Tom sits against the wall, twirling your discarded rose between his fingers, wondering how he ended up here. The thorns dig into his skin, and he feels a weight settle over his heart.

Maybe when he was busy loving the feeling of your skin, he should’ve paid more attention to the pattering rhythm of your heart. Maybe he should’ve listened to the hope shining in your eyes. Maybe he should’ve seen this coming.

It’s too late now. You love him, and he doesn’t love you, and there’s nothing he can do to help the situation. Now he’s simply alone in your corridor in the middle of the night, his fingers stained from the rose and his skin aching from playing with thorns.

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