#professor!tom holland fluff

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Distraction - Prof!Tom Holland (smut)

Boy, do I love prof!fics. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: After years of being professor Holland’s student, the reader finally finishes her studies and joins the team as a young professor – allowing the two to finally give into their teasing.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, office sex, oral (f), gagging, some brief jealousy but mainly fluff and smut

Pairing: Prof!Tom Holland x fem!prof!reader (3.6k words)

“Morning (y/n)!” She was greeted with a smile, unable to bite her chuckles back as she greeted him. Her steps were slow, trying to accept that the office she had visited numerous times over the past years was now hers, well, half of it. (Y/n) sat her bag down on the empty desk, sitting down in the chair she had always claimed as hers, making herself comfortable in this very room whenever he had office hours. “It’s good to finally have you around as a colleague.”

“Thank you, professor.” For a second she had pondered over the title, wondering if she should still call him “professor”, and yet it felt wrong to use his first name, at least not when he hadn’t offered it to her yet. 

“Please, (y/n), Tom’s just fine, we’re colleagues now after all.” Heat flushed through her, eyes momentarily flickering down to her bag, reaching for her laptop to place it down on her desk. It’d probably take her weeks to adjust to the new situation, still not fully realizing that she was finally allowed to teach at the university. “What’s on your timetable for today? Maybe we can grab lunch together, if you want.”

Tom leaned back in his chair, hand running through his curls as he watched her with his coffee coloured eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, hoping that he wouldn’t pick up on the giddiness thumping through her veins. (Y/n) couldn’t remember when her crush on the young professor had started, but by now it felt all too natural, one with her system, like a virus she’d never get rid of again. Back when she had been a student, (y/n) had chased any chance to spend time with him outside of his classes, finding her way to his office every single week to discuss new books, theories and problems. And Tom had always listened, sharing his own thoughts with the student he couldn’t help but marvel at. 

“I’m teaching a class at eleven, but I’m free between one and three. Does that work for you?” She opened her laptop to log into the university database, opening the course she’d teach in the next hour. He kept watching her with a smile playing on his lips, a proud smile she couldn’t help but fawn over, wondering if he felt the same bond keeping them chained together. When she had been his student (y/n) hadn’t dared to flirt with him – not like the other students trying to gain his attention – but now the tide had changed, the waves kept rolling back onto the sandy beach they’ve been walking on for years. 

“Works perfect. You know, I’m free till four, I could come watch your class.” For a moment she froze, eyes flickering down to the presentation she had prepared. Even though the mere thought of making a fool of herself in front of Tom left her heart racing, pumping hot, searing blood through her system, the thought of having him close would probably help her relax, guiding the students through an exciting class. “I remember how nervous I was on my first day, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine, with or without me there.” 

“Well, we don’t want you to get bored around here all alone, of course you can come watch. But don’t distract my students too much.” He shot her a sly smirk, taking a sip of his tea. Tom wasn’t oblivious, could pick up on gossip all too quickly, hearing the words his students murmured about him, praying to whoever was listening that they’d get a chance with the professor. 

“Me? Never.” 

……

“Here you go.” (Y/n) murmured a soft “Thank you” to the waitress, watching her place both Tom’s and (y/n)’s orders down. He had his eyes set on (y/n), interrupted on his recap of her lesson by the waitress. 

“So, I think you did really well, it won’t take long till you’ll take over my classes too, I’ll be jobless in no time.” Both chuckled, starting eating with their eyes meeting every now and then. No longer was her heart racing in uneven beats, no longer was she overthinking every word tumbling from her lips, somewhat relaxed around the smiling professor. 

“I doubt that, we both know you’re the students' favourite. But I can’t blame them.” Tom shook his head, curls falling into his face, smirk ever prominent on his thin lips. His glasses perfectly framed his handsome features, adding a professional touch to his appearance, making him appear a few years older than he actually was. 

“Can’t blame them, huh? Was I your favourite too, (y/n)?” He was teasing her, and was well aware that he had been the one to influence her back then. In the beginning Tom hadn’t put much thought into their back and forth, appreciating her for asking challenging questions, finally adding something to his classes he had always missed, but with passing months he had slowly picked up on the way she was looking at her – gazes he couldn’t help but reciprocate. 

“Oh stop it, we both know the answer to that.” Before he could shoot back with another teasing reply burning on the tip of his tongue, his name was called by a bright voice, eyes snapping towards an approaching woman. (Y/n) had seen the female professor around a few times, she had never visited her classes, didn’t even know her name, and yet she couldn't help but tense up. The woman wore a wide smile on her painted lips, making (y/n)’s insides churn as she paid more attention to the way the woman was looking at Tom, a gaze (y/n) was all too familiar with. 

“Sorry for disturbing you two, you’re (y/n) right? Welcome to the department.” The woman stretched her hand out for (y/n) to shake, eyes instantly drawn back to Tom and the uncomfortable expression he wore. “I’ll see you tonight right? They’re expecting us at seven.”

“Uhm, yes, I’ll be there.” Tom froze as the woman leaned down to press her lips against his cheek, hand holding his chin with her eyes focused on (y/n). She murmured a soft “See you later” to the two before she left them on their own, not looking back once. For a few moments Tom and (y/n) were engulfed by an uncomfortable silence, a silence Tom interrupted with the sound of him clearing his throat, reaching for his napkin to wipe the lipstick stain off his cheek. 

“Sorry about that. She’s been nagging me for months, I’m her date for a gallery opening tonight, in hopes that she’ll leave me alone after that.” (Y/n)’s gaze flickered down to her now empty plate before she reached for her phone, checking the fleeting time. She shot him a quick smile, murmuring a soft “Don’t worry”. 

“It’s almost three, I think I should head back for my next class soon. Should we pay?” 

……

“But, they aren’t dating, right?” (Y/n) shook her head, sinking further into her friend's couch, letting go of a deep sigh that begged to be released. After leaving the restaurant the atmosphere between her and Tom had been awkward, filled with a silence that was only interrupted as they ran into another colleague of theirs, joining him on his way back towards their building. (Y/n) had barely spared any attention to their conversation, replaying the past moments, unable to bite the feeling of jealousy down, tightening up her throat. 

“No, I don’t think he’s into her, why am I even thinking about that? It’s not like there’s anything actually going on between us.” Another groan left (y/n) as she closed her eyes, deeply exhaling to try and let go of the tension flushing through her. Her friend squeezed her knee, refilling their glasses with a pitiful gaze thrown (y/n)’s way. 

“I mean, from what you’ve told me, it sounds like he is very interested in you, I’m sure it will work out between the two of you.” (Y/n)’s attention was ripped from her friend’s words, hand reaching for her beeping phone. Her heart started racing as she focused on the text Tom had messaged her. It was a picture of a colourful painting, and attached was the text “I think I’m too uncultured, how can people enjoy paintings like that?” 

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Her friend shot (y/n) a grin, reading the text (y/n) showed her. It took her a moment to come up with a fitting reply, pondering over the words she should use, trying to ignore the jumps of her heart. 

“Seems like we need to work on your knowledge about art history. You should join my Tuesday class.” With trembling fingers (y/n) placed her phone down, taking a sip of her drink. She tried to stir the conversation with her friend into another direction, not wanting to hyperfocus on Tom and the text he’d shoot her way, but the second her phone beeped again, (y/n)’s hand shot out to reach for it. 

“How about a private lesson? Wouldn’t want to distract your students.” 

…… 

“It was awful, I was so bored.” Tom’s words echoed through their office, he was leaning back in his chair, feet placed on his desk. He was sipping his coffee, studying (y/n), how she typed away on her laptop, replying to emails, trying to catch up with her tasks of the day. 

“Well, it’s the price you pay for leading her on.” He chuckled into his mug, silently grateful that their teasing was finally back, replacing the awkward tension of the day before. Their eyes met for a second, forcing both to give into the smiles tugging on their lips. “Don’t you have something to work on? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do actual work, besides teaching.” 

“Mind you, I work very hard. But why should I focus on my classes, when I can enjoy being around you?” She was glad that she wasn’t taking a sip of her warm beverage, would have probably choked on her sips. Heat rose in her system, forcing her hands to momentarily freeze, hovering over the keys. All (y/n) could do was shake her head, trying to switch her concentration back on the email she had been typing. 

“You’re such a tease, are you like that with all your female colleagues?” Tom threw his head back with a laugh rumbling through him. He rolled back with his chair, sitting up straight to place his cup down. For a second he watched her, pondering over his next move before he rose to his feet to round their desks, plopping down on hers, forcing (y/n) to focus on him once again. 

“We both know you were jealous of her yesterday, right?” He didn’t give her a chance to reply, forcing (y/n) to keep on watching him as he reached for her chin, holding her in place with his thumb running over her lower lip. Her words were stuck in her throat, unable to tear her eyes away as if the roles were reversed, replaying the plot of Orpheus and Eurydice, forced to turn back around to catch another glance of his frame. “But we both also know that there’s no need for you to be jealous, I’ve always been focused on you, even when I wasn’t supposed to.” 

Her heart had stopped racing, it felt as if time had frozen, as if earth had stopped rotating, waiting for Tom to break out into a fist of giggles, teasing her for believing the words he had just spoken. But Tom kept quiet, patiently waiting for (y/n) to reply. He felt her skin grow warmer, eyes flickering between hers and her lips, not daring to move closer before a reply would roll off her tongue. 

“I,” she struggled to reply, unable to pierce the pieces together, not daring to accept that Tom had just given into the feelings (y/n) had fostered for years. “Do you really mean that?” 

Tom let go of her face to reach for her hands, pulling her to her feet to stand between his thighs. One of his hands found their way back to her cheek, guiding (y/n) even closer. With her breath hitched in her chest she started counting the passing by seconds, wondering if he’d close the gap between them, like two boats sailing into the safe haven after months at sea. The waves were guiding them ashore, laying their trust in the lighthouse that called for them to give in, to let go of the pressure that had kept resting on their hearts. 

“Professor Holland?” The sound of somebody knocking on their door ripped the two apart, forcing (y/n) to sit back down in her chair, trying to catch her breath as Tom called for them to enter. One of his students stepped into the office, shooting (y/n) a quick smile before he focused on Tom, asking the questions that have guided him towards this office. And with her eyes trained on the screen of her laptop, (y/n)’s mind started replaying the past moments, cursing the student for interrupting their moment – a moment she had been waiting for since she had started crushing on the professor. 

……

It was evening by the time Tom found his way back into the office, freezing in his step as he found (y/n) still sitting in her chair, working on a book she kept annotating. Their eyes met for a brief second, breaking contact as he closed the door, haltering in his step for a moment before he walked to his desk, placing his books down. Tom rounded their desks like he had done hours ago, cupping her cheek with one hand, eyes finding her curious ones. 

Without another warning, Tom pressed his lips against hers, finally giving into the pull he had been fighting against for endless hours. Her gasp allowed him to deepen the kiss, stabilising himself with his free hand gripping the armrest of her chair, keeping her close to him. (Y/n)’s hands found his curls, not daring to overthink the moment that felt far more intense than in her dreams. 

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking of doing that since this morning.” Tom murmured his words against her lips, chuckles swallowed by another kiss she pressed against his lips. Both chased one another, not daring to break apart, wanting to drag out their moments together for as long as possible. Lust flushed through her veins, a biting feeling (y/n) had tried to repress for the past years, but the dam had broken, there was no holding back, no need to stop her body from giving in. 

She rose from her chair, making space for Tom to take her seat, pulling her into his lap with his hands finding the back of her thighs. Her middle was ground against his, coaxing a soft moan out of them, sounds bleeding together with the sound of their lips meeting over and over again. (Y/n) felt herself dripping, silently begging him to take it another step further, and another, till she’d choke on his name with tears welling up in her eyes. 

“If we don’t stop I’ll fuck you right here, I won’t be able to hold back.” Tom’s confession left her trembling, feeling him growing hard against her. With her hands finding his curls, (y/n) pulled him in for another breathless kiss, whispering a soft “Don’t you dare stop”. 

“Alright, but you’ve been warned.” A squeal ripped through (y/n) as she was forced from his lap onto her desk, pushed back for Tom to work on the buttons of her trousers, pulling the fabric down her legs. Anticipation filled her body, wondering how he’d touch her, how he’d make her feel, clinging onto the dreams she had been forcing through her mind for the past years. The soaked through fabric of her panties was ripped from her legs, and with his eyes finding hers, Tom pushed the fabric between her teeth, “Gotta keep you quiet for now.” 

Tom’s eyes scanned up and down her frame, marveling at her as if time was fleeting, as if she’d be ripped from him any moment now, needing to burn the sight into his mind. His cold hands pulled her thighs open, eyes set on her glistening cunt, coaxing a groan out of him. She wanted to keep watching him, sounds swallowed by her panties, but the second his tongue found her folds, licking her skin clean, she forced her eyes shut, desperately trying to focus on his movements. 

“Fuck, tastes so sweet, I should mark you up, remember that you’re mine, but I’ll take my time with you later, love.” Two of his fingers were pushed into her tightness, forcing her walls to flutter around him, not used to feeling the cold metal of his rings pressing against her warm skin. It was sinful, so sinful, giving into their carnal desire in their office, a public space, and yet they didn’t dare run from the darkness that seemed to guide them, one with their desires. 

(Y/n) combed one hand through his locks, holding onto Tom as he kept sucking on her bundle of nerves, fucking her closer to the edge with skilled, curled fingers. Shudders ran down her spine, heightening her senses, unable to pay attention to her thoughts, the images flushing through her mind, trapped in dark matter, a field of energy only Tom would be able to rip her from. 

“So pretty for me, fuck, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” She arched her back off the desk, giving into the moan that roared through her, a sound so sinful not even her panties could drown it out. Her orgasm creeped closer, about to swallow her whole, forcing her to drown in the ocean she had been sailing, losing her path – forced to cling to Tom. “Gonna fuck you now, want to feel you cum with my cock buried deep inside of you.” 

He parted from her for just a second, freeing his cock with quick movements, reaching for the condom he carried around in his wallet. (Y/n) watched him with glassy eyes, sighing in relief as he pulled her panties from her mouth, allowing her to whimper his name. Tom’s fingers dug into her thighs as he wrapped her legs around his waist, cock brushing through her folds, collecting drops of her arousal before he finally pushed into her. 

Before she could release the heavy moan wanting to rip through her, Tom had kissed her, keeping her pressed against his chest. He fucked her slow, giving her a few moments to adjust before building up his pace, making her forget her name with only a few thrusts. The way Tom fucked her was ruthless, unforgiving, and yet it was more intense than what she had experienced before that, shaking against him as if she was about to pass out. 

“Feels so good, fuck, Tom.” Her words were whispered against his lips, eyes squeezed shut, allowing Tom to use her body, to mark her up. He was claiming her in the most primal way, body moulding against hers like wax formed into a candle, burned from the heat she emanated. 

Tom sneaked a hand between their bodies, fingers finding their way back to her pulsing clit, set on pushing her over the edge. His rough thrusts pushed her back into the state she had been trapped in moments ago, no longer having control over her body. Both had a hard time grasping that this was real, that they were finally allowed to give in, secretly promising one another that they’d never part ways again. 

“You’re gonna cum, huh? Can feel you clenching around me.” (Y/n) could only choke on his name, not able to hold back as her orgasm threatened to take over, rocking through her body like a bolt of lightning striking her. His pace didn’t falter, keeping a steady grip on her to hold (y/n) close as she gave in, trembling against his body. 

His dark eyes fluttered close as he came, filling the condom with a deep groan ripping through his throat. A “fuck” left Tom, slowly loosening his grip on (y/n) to pull out of her, not picking up on the whimper leaving her, feeling empty. Their eyes searched one another, unable to stop their grins from widening as another kiss was shared, chasing their closeness.

“Are you okay, love?” (Y/n) could only nod her head, taking his reached out hand to rise from her position on the table, needing to stabilise herself with her still quivering limbs. She’d struggle with walking for the next hours, needing Tom to guide her back home, not ready to part ways just yet.

“How about I take you home with me? We could cook something, take a shower, and watch a movie?” His words were met with a kiss pressed against his lips, answering his question. And with one last glance thrown her way, Tom pulled (y/n) out of their office, hands interlaced.

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CROSS THE LINE.

summary: you turn up late to class one day, and your professor takes notice and as a friendship starts to form. what happens when you're both willing to cross a line?

pairing: professor!tom holland x student!fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!! (extended warnings under the cut), fluff!! some angst??? (if you squint tbh)

word count: 10.3k (3.1k is smut <3)

extended smut warnings: p in v (unprotected, pls use protection!), fingering, oral (fem receiving), praise kink, slightly rough, back scratching, somnophilia (minor, not really). i think that's it, i could've missed something tho.

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You tumbled into your first class with him. God, it was so embarrassing. The way you were late, half-asleep, and your hair all messy. Your clothes were dishevelled and creased. Sure, half of your outfit was your pyjamas, and it was the bottom half. Pyjama pants with flowers on them and a tank top that was a little too loose… and of course, you forgot to wear a bra! This day couldn’t get any worse for you – and it was just the beginning.

The look on your professor’s face was one you didn’t desire to see again. It was a mix of confusion and surprise. Eyebrows furrowed yet eyes wide when you stumble into the room through the large doors of the lecture hall. All your peers eyes were on you, and you were too embarrassed to meet anyone’s eyes when you make your way to a seat at the front of the room.

You also noticed that this was the new professor your last professor had told your class about… so, way to make a first impression! The rest of your class was used to you being late and showing up in your pyjama’s sometimes. Most of the pupils in the room were the same from last year – who had continued to choose this class as a part of their course, but you couldn’t imagine what was going through the heads of the newer people.

Let alone, your professor for the year.

You were itching to get out of there the moment you had walked in, the moment you sat down. But your new professor looked at you with a gleam in his eyes, telling you it was okay that you were late. You had muttered your sorries as you walked to your seat.

Your professor turned back to the class and continued what he had been saying before. Choosing not to acknowledge you any further. You looked over him.

He was quite young, and he had brown curly hair. It was quite long, but not too long in the sense where he could tie it up. He wore glasses and he was in a black button-down shirt, and a pair of black slacks. His coat was over his desk, and it was a shade of tan. His wrist wore a watch, though, you couldn’t really tell what kind it was. Just that it might be a little expensive. He was also wearing a chain around his neck. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up too. He had muscles and they clenched every time he brought his two hands together.

It wasn’t long before you caught yourself ogling your brand-new professor and as you looked over to the whiteboard, you found out his name is Professor Holland.

Time flew by in this class, you were taking notes and trying your hardest to listen, but the young professor had caught you off guard and you were struggling to comprehend half the things you would’ve understood last year with Professor Hemsworth. It was a struggle to concentrate with this new professor. The way he spoke was darling, his accent so strong and unique. You found yourself staring more than listening and you could already tell you were going to have major problems in this classroom.

As the class was dismissed, you suspected that you would be held back by the charmingly sweet man. Who said goodbye to most students that walked by and were prepared to say it back. He did in fact ask you to stay back.

Tom found you charming. He found your demeanour sweet. The way you stumbled into the room caught him off-guard, he can admit. But he knew it wasn’t from a place of malice, you were simply just late.

Tom walks up to you and sits down in the seat beside you, “Nice to meet you miss…?”

“L/n, but you can call me y/n.” You smile softly, “I’m sorry about earlier. I just…I woke up late.”

“Okay, Miss y/n.” He compromises, “Do you have any excuse? I understand that you’re a college student, but this is your first day.”

He approaches the situation with care, never making you feel like you were in trouble, even though you were. He didn’t make it feel like that at all. In fact, he made you feel calm and collected. Like you could actually get your thoughts out of your brain and have a real, decent, conversation. Which didn’t happen very often with quite a few professors – you loved Professor Hemsworth for the same reason. He made you feel okay. But this was different. You were staring deeply into Professor Holland’s eyes trying not to get lost.

It was funny how quickly your crush began to start. You had only known him for one hour of your life and you were already thinking about him without him having left the room.

“Miss y/n?” He asks, calling you out of whatever trance he put you in.

“Sorry… I’m just really tired?” You question yourself carefully, “I do actually have really bad sleeping patterns, so when I do sleep it’s, like, in the middle of the day or really early in the morning and I’m just really sorry.”

Tom shakes his head, “Nothing to be sorry for. I get it’s something you can’t necessarily control, but please do try to get to class on time. Regardless, if you do find yourself in need of help or late again, my office is open during office hours and I’d be happy to help you understand, clarify, or run through things.”

You smile softly and Tom returns it, “Thank you, Professor. I’ll… try my best not to let myself be late again.”

You exit the room in a hurry, in order not to embarrass yourself further.

*

The days are long as you wait for your next class, eager.

You enjoy the class; you enjoy the content. But recently, you’ve found yourself enjoying the view in front of you. It was wrong and you knew that. You shouldn’t be ogling your professor of all people. But it was just a stupid attraction. You’d heard other girls in your class talking about it too and it’s not like you’d actually act on what you were thinking. It’s not like you would tell him.

Stuck in the library was where you were, doing your homework for your Ancient History class. Professor Holland had assigned a task on Ancient Egypt and the mummification process. Basic stuff but needed in order to continue to the rest of the course.

You were sat upstairs in a tiny booth. Books sprawled out all across the table and your glasses fogging up every so often because of how warm it was in the room. You had to keep taking them on and off to wipe them and it was getting annoying, but your angry huffs weren’t helping and the way you held your hand to your mouth breathing into it whilst you read was not helping.

You had your pen tucked behind your ear and a number of different coloured sticky notes you were using to annotate the pages.

It had been five days since your Ancient History class – five days since you walked in late and embarrassed yourself. You had a class tomorrow and you were trying not to stay up late, but time was getting away from you again. Albeit you were actually tired, you were trying to cram in as much information as possible so you’re not caught off in class again and you didn’t want to make the walk back to your dorm at the moment, but you knew you would have to tread through the dark, cold night with nothing but a flashlight.

You started to slip away into slumber on top of your hand, your book sliding underneath your elbow and you started to let yourself go. Your eyes were drooping shut and your head started to hit the book as if you had a nice, warm, pillow to keep you here. You knew you shouldn’t fall asleep in the library, but you couldn’t help yourself. It didn’t close till eleven and you knew that you could get in a few hours as it was only eight. Given, when the library did close, you would be awoken by the librarian who would be somewhat mad, but you’re in here so often that she wouldn’t be terribly angry. Only slightly.

But someone cleared their throat, jerking you awake. Your glasses were fogged as you tried to make eye contact with who was trying to get your attention and you took them off quickly rubbing the lenses, making eye contact with who you would assume was the librarian waking you up because the five minutes of sleep you thought you were getting had actually turned into the four you thought you had signed up for.

But you blinked again, as you looked up, you noticed the familiar black slacks and yet, today, he wears a spotted purple button up. The rolled-up sleeves that just touch his biceps and he wears his own glasses, his eyebrows are raised as he looks at your messy hair and tired eyes.

God, you had embarrassed yourself in front of your professor… again.

Your smile is calm and collected, as if he didn’t just catch you falling asleep over your Ancient History textbooks, “Hi, Professor,” you say softly, pushing up your glasses.

He smiles, “Is Ancient History really that boring?” He questions you.

Your eyes widen and you’re talking quickly, unable to fathom the amount of embarrassment you feel, “No, no, no, I… just, I’m so tired. Ancient History is great! I’m really enjoying the subject so far and the content is superb!”

Professor Holland chuckles, shaking his head, “I’m only messing around.”

Thank god. You forget he’s young – that he can actually joke around. He looks like he’s thirty and although you’re only twenty-three, you forget that seven years isn’t much at all.

You let out a slightly awkward laugh, “…Right, well, I’m just trying to be prepared for tomorrow.”

“I’m glad that you’re sleeping.” He comments, remembering the way you walked into class late, “Although, I’m not quite sure that the library is the best place to do so.”

You groan, “I swear I was awake a few minutes before you got here, I was only just starting to fall asleep.”

“Well, I’m sorry I disturbed your nap.” He says softly as he sits down, his features are the same, soft and watching you with careful eyes as you move the sprawled books getting them all into a pile to make space for him.

He sets down his book bag next to him, pulling out his laptop, “Do you mind if I work here?” He questions you, hesitant.

You shake your head, “Do you mind if I fall back asleep?” You chuckle.

He shakes his head, “No, but I do think your dorm would be a better substitute than an uncomfortable couch.”

“My legs are numb,” You sigh, “I think I’ll be alright.”

He laughs as you place your head back onto a book, feeling the tiredness take over you again. You were slightly self-conscious of how you might look, if you might drool. But the feeling of sleep overtook any worries you might have.

Tom hadn’t really gotten to know you. But he knew you the most out of all of his students and you were… goodness, you were just captivating. He knew he shouldn’t look at you sleeping like this. There was nobody in the library to catch him staring at you as you slept. There were people on the bottom floor, but nobody at the top and you were adorable.

You were adorable when you looked up at him. You were adorable when you were nervous. He loved making you nervous. He had only done it twice, but he wanted to keep doing it. He wanted to keep making you flustered and as he watched you sleep he found himself thinking about much more. How your lips were pursed against the book. How they might feel like the pillows you dreamt of sleeping on.

Tom cursed himself quietly, trying to keep his eyes on the screen of his laptop in desperate attempt to get you out of his head. He was your teacher. You were his student. He shouldn’t be thinking of you like this – maybe the two of you could be friends but that would only be after the year was over. He finds your company enjoyable.

When you walk into class the next day, you’re refreshed. Better yet, you’re there on time. As students filter into the room, Tom takes notice of you, and you meet his eyes. He smiles at you softly, knowing the nap you had last night must’ve helped you.

Tom had offered to drive you home and although you told him you wanted him to, you were fine walking in the dark, not wanting to be a bother to him. Telling him that your dorm was only a few minutes away. Tom wasn’t really sure, wanting to see you get home safe. But you had declined, and he wanted to respect that – he wanted to respect you.

You felt your stomach flutter as the attractive young professor looked over at you. Today, he wears brown slacks and a white button down. Today, his sleeves are pulled all the way down, and his tanned coloured coat sits on the back of his seat. But Tom stays standing, pacing around the class as he explains things. You watch the way his hands move as he talks and writes things up on the board.

You were actually taking notes when you weren’t distracted by the sound of his voice or the way his curls cascaded down his head or the way his brown eyes lit up when he got excited about something in particular. The way his muscles tensed when he got really passionate about something, or when he would push up his glasses in the cutest way because they fall down when he speaks.

You take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you watch him. His voice is like velvet and that accent just gets you every time. You don’t know what you’re doing. Why you’re thinking this way. You’re holding out for something more, and it’ll never come. You’ve known him for a week, of course it won’t.

It shouldn’t… it couldn’t.

You were distracted in class for much longer than you thought you would be. It wasn’t good. You debated leaving the class – but you loved it too much to leave. You loved the content. You love what you’re learning. But it’s so hard to focus when there are thoughts of the man you have to watch teaching you every single time you have class.

When class is dismissed, you find yourself knowing a tad bit more about the subject, but your mind still needs some refreshing. You debate going over to Professor Holland’s office after your last class of the day around six o’clock. But you decide against it. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself again by not knowing some of the content, especially after being caught in the library asleep over your books the night before, studying for what this unit of content would bring.

Tom was trying to shove thoughts in his mind about you away. You were so beautiful. When you walked into the classroom, he tried his best not to keep his eyes on you. In a pair of jeans and a cute jumper that was just a little too big for you. You kept a pen behind your ear. You had done the same thing in the library the previous night and he wonders why... You’ve got a pencil case in your hands. Maybe it’s for convivence, maybe it’s for fashion. Maybe it’s one of your little quirks – the rest he has not discovered yet, but very much wants to.

But he can’t, he shouldn’t, and he wouldn’t.

He made a promise to himself that he would stay away from you – even though you were so captivating. Even if you were drawing him in. But he also didn’t want to seem like a creepy professor that had something for his student. He wasn’t quite sure what it was. He wasn’t quite sure what he had for you. Maybe he was yearning for a new friend in a place where he was all alone. In a place where he had nobody. He had just moved from England over here to teach and all he had was Tessa – a cute dog.

A cute dog to which he walks every single morning and just so happened to cross your path while doing so.

It was one of those mornings where you had actually managed to wake up early and get a goodnight rest. You don’t know why you were suddenly getting so much sleep. But you had been happier, livelier.

You wore a scarf and a pair of leggings and boots. A Henley too, one that dipped just a little too low and two of the buttons that held your shirt together undone. You held a cup of something that had some steam coming out of it. Tom wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew that you looked beautiful.

… and Tessa must’ve thought so too because she ended up pulling herself away from her leash and running over to you. Which left a failing Tom running after her as you pet her.

“Where is your owner…” You say softly bending down, taking a look at the collar that sits around her neck, “Tessa?”

“I am very sorry.” A familiar voice speaks, and you want to run you want to hide. Tom had been your professor for four months at this point and the two of you hadn’t really talked since the library where he watched you sleep, and you fought the urge to stay away and watch him work.

You’d be lying if you said your crush on him hadn’t escalated, your roommate Zendaya knew about it, and she scolded you when she found out and it was followed by your pleads begging her to stop and you just saying ‘I know’ over twenty times. The air was still a little cold, but started to get warmer.

Your eyes grazed over what he was wearing – you’d learnt very quickly that his fashion taste was actually quite put together. That he was quite put together in himself. The watch that you couldn’t catch site of on your first day was actually a rolex and you had every urge to ask him about it, but fiend away, scared of what would happen or what could happen. A relationship could blossom.

It's not like you didn’t want to be his friend – you would love that. Many students often are quite close with some professors in a platonic way and then again, they were also the professor’s TA. Helping the professor mark. Keeping a strictly platonic relationship. Something you thought you couldn’t do.

You scoff with appreciation, “There’s no need to be sorry! She’s so cute.” You stay on your knees, scratching behind her ears as she tries to give you a kiss and you let her give you one, with a laugh.

Tom thinks you look beautiful, against the morning sun with a cup of whatever you’re having and laughing, your laugh is probably the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. All he can do is smile down at you and Tessa. He’s admiring your outfit still, trying not to let his eyes go down to your cleavage, but your laugh and smile is just too much for him. He’s trying to remain professional.

“So, where are you headed?” Tom questions softly as you stand, almost meeting his eyes. You’re just a tad shorter than him and the smile you give him is the most beautiful he’s ever seen. He begins to think you are the most beautiful person, being, he’s ever seen.

You take a sip of what’s in your cup, shuddering, the warmth, and a cold breeze hitting the two of you, “The art department.”

“You’re an art student?” He questions.

You nod careful, “Yeah, only on the side, though… I actually major in Archaeology.”

He smiles bashfully, “So that’s why you take my class.”

“That’s why I take your class.” The two of you are now walking toward the arts building on the campus.

He looks over at you, thoughtfully, “Why Archaeology.”

“God, it’s terrible, it’s so embarrassing.” You sigh and deadpan, biting back a smile, “I can’t tell you.”

He scoffs, “Of course you can. C’mon, humour me. It can’t be that bad.”

“Right, so originally, I got into it through playing Uncharted and Tomb Raider. I used to want to be Lara Croft so bad.” You laugh, throwing your head back, “But when I actually started getting into it a little more than just wanting to be Tomb Raider, I really actually fell in love with it.”

“That’s not embarrassing.” Tom concludes, “Maybe a little, but it led you to the thing you love and if I might speak on the topic, Uncharted and Tomb Raider are brilliant games.”

“You’ve played?!” You question a little shocked and Tom’s jaw drops.

“I’m not that old!” He’s slightly offended and your eyes widen to what you’ve implied – he’s flustered you once more and now you’re beginning to trip over your words.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was just… people don’t usually-”

“Relax, darling, I was only joking.” He places a hand on your shoulder.

Everything stuns you. His hand on your shoulder. The pet name he uses. It slips off of his tongue so effortlessly, as though he says it all the time. But yet, you’re still caught of guard. Tom feels your body tense and awkwardly removes his hand as you feel flush. He can see how embarrassed you just are.

“Oh.” You say softly, “I’m still sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He says with a small smile, and you meet his eyes, smiling all the same.

The two of you had forgotten about Tessa when the two of you stop, but she tugs Tom’s leash, pulling him slightly, making him jump, breaking the two of you out of this trance that was held for a short moment.

The two of you continue to walk, noticing that your classroom isn’t too far from where the both of you are, Tom notices you taking another sip.

“This might be weird, but I’m dying to know what’s in the cup.” He sighs, “I can assume it’s coffee, but with you I’m not quite sure – you can tell a lot about a person from what’s in the cup.”

You hum, “Interesting, how would you know if I’m lying or not?”

“I have faith in you.” He shrugs with a teasing grin.

You chuckle, “It’s a white-hot chocolate.”

Tom looks baffled for a short moment, “White hot chocolate?”

“Yeah! Hot chocolate but instead of milk it’s white.” You look down at your cup, feeling a little flush, “It’s sweeter than normal hot chocolate… I’ve got quite a sweet tooth. Like a terrible sweet tooth.”

He smiles, “That’s not a bad thing. It just says you’re a happier, more open person, and from what I’ve seen over the past few months in class, you are quite a happy person, but a little more reserved than most.”

You nod at the observation, “I’m not sure that’s a good thing either.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

You shrug, “I have one friend. I can’t even lie. She’s my roommate too.”

Tom chuckles, “Well, I’ve got no friends and I’ve been here for six months. Most teachers here are quite old, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but some of them aren’t that nice either.”

You scoff, “Right? Like what stick is up your ass?” You question, and immediately cover your mouth with your hand.

Tom’s laughing as he watches you do so, “No, darling, I quite agree with that statement.”

The pet name catches you off guard again, but this time you’re able to move over it a little quicker than before.

You look at him, debating your options, is this the right choice? Are you making a good decision? Clearly you weren’t quite thinking when you said this, blinded by his smile and his puffy thin lips that smiled against the cold air.

“I’ll be your friend then.” You smile.

Tom smiles, and it’s big, he’s also scared… he also doesn’t care. He’s too conflicted right now, but, regardless, he says it anyway.

“I’d really like that.”

*

Being Tom’s friend was less awkward than you expected. You practically became his TA. Scratch that you did become his TA. Which consisted of long nights in his office marking papers. Sometimes you’d fall asleep on his desk and Tom would throw his coat over you to keep you warm. He couldn’t help but watch you sleep. He just couldn’t.

You were so adorable. He could look at the sight for ages. But he’d be dammed if he let himself.

“You know, I am sorry about falling asleep every time we do these late-night marking sessions.” You say quietly as you stir awake from your tiny nap.

Tom scoffs, “Nonsense. You need the rest.”

It had been two more months since you decided to be his friends and the two of you did this two times every week, helping him catch up on marking classes that you weren’t in. There were a lot of papers, a lot of homework. Every time you weren’t quite sure what to do, he’d help you. His mouth would be close to your ear as he explained, and you could feel yourself feeling flush all the time. He awakened something in you that made you want to scream. Made you want to turn around and just put your lips onto his.

Tom felt the same. He didn’t know why he let himself get so close to you, or teach you like this when he could simply pull the laptop or stack of papers across the desk and show you like that – upside down, anything else. But you were so timid and nervous that he thought getting up and helping you would be a much better idea.

Turns out it was, for him at least. Being so close to you. It was like you were this force. You were unexplainably so beautiful, and you radiated warmth… and god, you were an addicting thought to his brain. But Tom couldn’t admit it to himself, he was so ashamed of how he would lay in bed at night and touch his cock to you, wrapping his hand around his tip imagining it was you.

You had done the same, too. Touched yourself, thinking about his tongue in place of your fingers. Eating out your pussy and licking your cunt. He was probably the most addicting drug you could possibly ever had, and you never even had him. You never would.

If you knew what Tom was doing, he thinks you’d think he was some fucking weirdo, and you thought the same. Even if the two of you were now friends, there was this line you would never even dare to cross.

He drove you home from the library now and you couldn’t decline. He just wanted to see that you got home safe. But late nights in his office, very quickly became most hours of the day. You’d join him for lunch and dinner. Even breakfast in the morning at the café not far off campus where the two of you would eat and walk Tessa.

But when you were in class, god, you were distracted by everything he did. Same thing with outside of class. But in this room, you could be obvious because his eyes weren’t on yours at all times. Your eyes would trail down to his lips and wonder what it would be like to kiss them. You wonder what they’d feel like on your clit, eating you out, for orgasm after orgasm. You also wonder what they’d feel like comforting you after you got a bad mark on an essay for another class or felt upset.

You wonder what it would be like to go shopping with Tom. What were his habits? Did he sleep with or without socks on? What’s his favourite colour of all time and he claims it’s red but you’re like eighty-five percent sure it’s blue because he owns everything he has in blue. Does he brush his teeth with water on the brush first, after, or not at all? You wondered if he lets Tessa sleep with him in his bed and what it would feel like to have her at the end of the bed whilst the two of you watch TV and cuddle.

This whole thing wasn’t just sexual desire – it was desire for a relationship. To be able to love and care for him and help him when he’s upset. To be able to comfort him. Tom Holland was living in your head, and it was impossible to get him out.

At first it was purely a sexual desire, a physical attraction to the man. But once you got to know him, you were whipped for him. You needed more than that.

But it would never happen. Because Tom Holland was your professor and your friend. You were his teaching assistant and god forbid you ever let anything happen. At least while he’s teaching you. You’re nowhere near graduating and if you did have plans to make a move, you were at least two years away and there was no way you could wait that long.

Tom’s thoughts were oddly similar. He also thought of the mundane things the two of you could do. Going shopping was one of them, no matter what – for clothes, or groceries. A random drive to some gas station to get ice cream or milk. He wanted to know your daily routine and he wanted to do face masks with you, or let you paint his nails. Anything, he’d do anything with you. In all honesty, all he wanted to do was spend time with you and obviously, he’d want to have sex with you. He’d want to make you cum over and over and over and over again. He wanted to taste your orgasm on his tongue.

But this wasn’t a sexual, physical attraction anymore. He wanted you. He wanted all of you. He wanted all your weird quirks and he wanted to tell you that he’d love you if you were a worm because he’d always love you. He always would and he couldn’t stop himself. He could never stop loving you.

You sat in his office, using the red marker to cross another wrong answer. You were marking for Tom’s third Ancient History class, and he sat across from you, doing the same. Except, for the class you were in.

Tom looks up at you, “How about we take a break?” He questions softly.

You smile, “I was waiting for you to say that.”

He matches your grin, bringing his chair to the other side of the desk where you sat, so the two of you could be just that tad bit closer, “What are you doing for break?” He questions you.

You shrug your shoulders, “Not much, honestly, everyone I know is going back home, but I don’t really have much to go back to, so I think I’m staying on campus.”

The look on Tom’s face is sorrow, hearing that you don’t have anything to go back home to. Wishing that he could be your home. Wishing that you were coming back home to him.

He chuckles, “I’m doing the same. I’ll be busy marking mid-terms. I’ve got family back at home, but they’re really all doing their own thing, mum and dad, my brothers, we only all really get back together at Christmas or for the holidays.”

You nod carefully, “That must be nice… my dad’s want me to go back home, but they got divorced a few years ago, I dunno,” You sigh drawing out a stare to your lap, “Feels like it all crumbled… they miss me, and I miss them, but we’re not much of a family anymore, y’know?”

Tom nods, listening intently, “It’s okay. You deserve to have your own feelings and if that’s the way you feel, then that is totally okay.”

You don’t notice it at first, but Tom’s hand had found its way into yours. When you did, all you could do was hold it. Your fingers intertwined. The air in the room had shifted and it was a good kind of shift. Like the two of you knew exactly what you wanted. Your faces getting closer and closer, the light of the room was dim, and a few candles sat around the room. But your eyes were focused on his deep brown eyes, the same ones you could get lost in forever. They drew you in and as Tom stares into your eyes, he feels the exact same way. He feels like everything the two of you had been trying to stuff down would overflow the bucket. Albeit he’s the first one to ask… you were both thinking it.

“Can I kiss you, y/n?” He asks softly, his breath hot on your lips.

You nod softly, “Yes please.” You mutter.

Your lips finally connect, and they are softer than you ever imagined them being. They’re careful and fit into yours. Your tongues move together carefully, in sync, both of you becoming breathless. Your lip-gloss on his mouth and your lips swollen as the two of you pull away with soft giggles.

*

Tom was taking you on a proper dinner tonight. Away from campus. Away from everyone who could get you in trouble – you had to admit, the rush of dating your professor… it was, well, it was fucking thrilling.

Tom met you in front of your dorm at seven-thirty, ready to pick you up.

…and you looked absolutely stunning, your dress was this deep shade of blue and you wore a white cardigan over it. A golden necklace around your neck. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, and he could tell the straps were thin just by the make. The material was lacey, and it was a short dress, but it also went past the middle of your thigh. It was modest and yet so fucking sexy.

You made your way into the car seat, pressing a kiss to his lips, “You look stunning, love.” He says against your lips as you pull away from him.

You bite your lip softly, “I could say the same about you,”

He was wearing a black button down, and a pair of black slacks, and although it was simple. It reminded you of the first day you met… him… “Ohmygod, is that what you wore when I first?”

He nods, “Yeah, I was feeling… sentimental.”

You chuckle pressing a chaste to his lips, “Do you want me to go change? I think I still have those pyjama pants.”

“Oh no, it’s okay.” He smiles, his eyes moving hungrily over your figure, “I much prefer you in this.”

Tom starts the car and begins to drive to the restaurant; his hand remains on your thigh, and it burns into your skin. You can feel yourself getting hot. Khalid is playing over the speakers, and you smile softly.

“You like Khalid?” you question.

He nods, “One of my favourites.” You hum in appreciation, turning back to face the window, but he can’t help but wonder, “Why?”

“Oh, no, I just thought you’d be into other stuff.” You sigh, “…and don’t ask me what because I dunno.” You bring your hand up to hide your face.

“Yes, you do.” He smiles softly, “I know you know, because whenever you lie, you get all awkward and antsy and it’s really cute, but I’d like to know.”

You groan and throw your head back, “Ugh! You’re going to think I think you’re old… which is not the case! I think you’re a perfectly appropriately aged man.”

“YOU THOUGHT CLASSICAL!” Tom gasps in horror, “You really do think I’m old!”

“OKAY I DID!” You laugh, “But Tommy, I don’t think you’re old, it just fits the whole Ancient History teacher vibe… and listening to classical music isn’t only for old people, I have plenty of friends who enjoy it… my roommate.”

He scoffs, “Okay.” He rolls his eyes and begins laughing with you, “What are other old things you think I like?”

“I dunno!” You sigh, “Classical music was probably the only thing. That and old books, but you do! So, I could only assume I would be right… you would want to go to an opera.”

He grimaces, “No… maybe the Phantom, but that would be the only exception.”

“Okay, I would go to that too.” You sigh, “I’m sorry, Tommy.” You pout softly and he looks at you, taking his eyes off of the road for a single, split of a second, just to admire you, before turning back.

“‘S alright, love.” He takes your hand with the hand that previously sat on your thigh and presses a kiss to it.

Dinner goes just the way the two of you want. Tom was a gentleman as always and you think he held one of your hands the whole of dinner – or placed a hand or touched you any way he could. He just wants to feel you.

You’ve been dating Tom for exactly three days. The two of you haven’t had a class yet, but you’re nervous, wondering if people might notice. Nobody comments on the fact that you’re his TA… and that’s probably because you’re his TA.

The two of you are walking down the streets of the inner city. A packed place far from campus where nobody can see the two of you and you can both live somewhat normally. You’re holding his hand, manoeuvring back to his car. Looking around at the lights and the people that surround you both.

There’s not much the two of you can say to each other. But him holding your hand, quickly turns into him pulling you into his side. Your feet in sync as you walk and it’s cold, but the warmth that radiates off of his body is just enough to keep you warm. You want to scream; you want to cry – you physically cannot believe this is happening and you can’t seem to grasp the concept of it mentally either.

“You wanna come over?” Tom asks you suddenly, you’re not quite sure what he wants to do, but you’re willing to do anything. Watch a movie or have him fuck the shit out of you. You truly don’t care. Though, you would prefer the second option.

You’re trying to bite back the smile on your face thinking of everything that could happen, “Sure, Tom. I’d love that.”

You finally get back to his car, sliding into your seat and Tom drives back to his place. You can tell he’s really nervous – and he is. Tom’s thinking about if he’s cleaned his apartment or not, or if Tessa’s made a mess whilst he’s gone. He’s worried and you can sense it. So, all you do is whilst he drives, tapping his fingers like an anxious mess. Is place your hand on his thigh, letting him know everything’s okay. Your finger smoothing over the surface of his skin.

When you finally arrive at his apartment complex, which isn’t too far away from campus, but not close enough. The two of you were really paranoid, it was a risk, but one the two of you were ultimately willing to make, it seemed.

You made it up to his complex and you were met with Tessa running for you, and all you could do was beam, “Hi Tess!” You cheer as she nuzzles into your neck, giving you kisses.

Tom admires you as he turns on the lights in the apartment, it finally gives you a chance to stand up and look around. He’s got a nice tv and a couch in the shape of an L. The apartment is quite modern, the windows are large, and the kitchen bench is made of marble. A white rug covers the hardwood floor and there are two doors that slide open leading to his room. There are pictures on his TV stand that you could assume are of him and his brothers and some with people you could clearly see are his parents. One of him and Tessa reading what seems to be a screenplay, and one of the two of them sitting on a lounge, just like the one he’s currently got.

He takes note of you walking around, observing the place around him, “What do you think?”

You turn to face him, “I think it’s very nice.” You’re walking over to him as Tessa jumps onto the couch, curling into the brown material.

“I’m glad you think so.” He kicks off his shoes, encouraging you to do the same, “Well, I’m not quite sure where we go from here… I should’ve thought ahead if I wanted to bring you back.”

You sit on the couch, “We could watch a movi….” You trail off as your eyes meet the PS4 sitting on the bottom of the TV stand, “Ohmygod! We are playing this.”

He shakes his head frantically, “What would we possibly play?”

You smile knowingly, “You got Tomb Raider?”

*

“NO! Tom! Ohmygod, pass me the controller.” You say furrowing your eyebrows in frustration.

He pulls his arm away as you go to grab it, “No! I can do it! I can do it!”

“No, you can’t!” You throw yourself onto him in desperate need to grab the controller, to take it away from him and complete what he was so clearly struggling with.

Lara falls to her death again as you find yourself on top of Tom. The controller on the floor.

“Hello.” He whispers as your faces are close, leaning in to press his lips on to yours, your tongue swiping the bottom of his lip asking permission to go further into the kiss. His mouth opens slightly, letting you slide your tongue inside. His hands begin to trail your body, sending a shiver down your spine, making you mewl against his lip and the two of you sit up, lips still connected as you sliver your way on to his lap, grinding your hips softly as he cups your ass in both of his hands. His kisses moving from your lips, down to your neck and your exposed chest from the dress that you wear. Your cardigan was discarded long ago and now Tom’s kisses were placed, leaving small hickies and squeezing your ass. As your hips grinded against his crotch, you could feel him getting harder and you could feel yourself getting wetter.

You could feel Tom groan against your chest as he leaves kisses, “Fuck.” You throw your head back slightly.

Tom’s groan only confirms the desire both of you are feeling. His hands still on your ass and you manage to straddle his legs as he begins to pick you up, bringing you to his room. He places you softly onto the bed. He moves in between your legs, his thigh in between yours as the two of you continue to kiss.

Tom’s kisses are back on your lips, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers, “Been waiting for this since the first day I saw you.”

Your breath hitches, “Me too,” You whisper, and Tom’s lips are back on yours, the desire is heavy but also slow and passionate yet so needy and both of you are dying to get closer and closer; closer than you’ve ever been before and it’s becoming too much.

Tom’s hands expertly remove your dress, pulling down the zipper, exposing your naked body, your tits going hard as they hit the cold air and Tom wants to drool. All you wear is a pair of panties. He wants to take your cunt; he wants to lick all of you. Have his mouth and cock on every single part of your body.

Tom’s thumb slides underneath the waistband of your panties, “Darling, can I?” He questions softly and you gulp but you nod. You’re nervous and no matter how much you want this Tom can tell, “If you don’t want this-”

“No.” You stop him quickly, “I want this. I want you.”

He smiles, pulling down your panties as you lay back down on the bed, your head falling in the soft cotton of the pillow. Tom’s head falls in between your thighs, kissing and kneading the skin. Teasing you carefully, making you eager, making you need more. You’re squirming underneath his touch. Your naked body desperate for his tongue on you, desperate for him. Eagerness grew, anticipation made you wetter and his finger grazing over the slits, over the lips of your pussy. Your head falls back against the pillows a little more.

His thumb dips a little, getting his finger wet in your juices, “Fuck you are so goddamn wet.” He speaks carefully.

It’s not a moment longer before your legs are spread apart by his hands a little, dipping his tongue around your clit, sucking, and devouring your pussy with his mouth. Your hand travels into his curls, gripping them tightly.

You can feel the way his tongue circles your tiny nub, flooding you with pleasure. Lapping over the wetness, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” His words are slightly muffled by the way he lifts his head and the skin of your thighs.

His tongue is slow at first and shifting in between a faster pace. Some of the strokes against your tongue are quick and short, kitten licking your throbbing, pulsing clit. Making you moan and mewl underneath the slightest of his touch.

His tongue is enjoying this. He is enjoying this. The way your back arches against his mouth and the way he’s making you feel so good. All he wants to do is sing your praises. Tell you how good of a girl you’ve been. How good of a girl you are being. He loves the way you taste, so sweet, and he loves how you needily grab the curls in his hair, desperate for him to go furhur. Put more pressure on your clit – and so that’s what he does. He’s sucking, licking and nipping his tongue at your clit, taking your pussy into his mouth. He can hear you becoming needy. He can hear you needing that release.

“Darling, are you going to cum?” He questions, his mouth still against your pussy as he speaks, lifting for the smallest, shortest of a second, hearing your mewls as he’s bringing you to the edge. Right to the goddamn fucking edge.

“God, Tom!” You moan as your head falls back and your back continues to arch, your legs are starting to ache. You can feel yourself cramping up slightly, but you don’t care because it feels so fucking good. You can feel that pit of desire forming deep down in your abdomen, fire, burning desperately, needing to be put out. You feel yourself getting closer… and closer… and you need to break, you desperately need to feel yourself break.

“Tom, I’m going to cum!” you moan in pleasure, gripping onto his hair, harder than ever before, pulling lightly at some of the strands.

“That’s right, darling, cum all over my face, cum all over my mouth.” Tom speaks before he continues to push you right to the fucking edge.

The moan of his name is defeating as your orgasm floods his face and his mouth and Tom groans against your pussy, against your throbbing, pulsing clit. So sensitive and attentive for everything that he wants to do to you.

Tom’s lips fall back onto yours and you can taste your sweet orgasm all over his lips and you moan at the taste of yourself – Tom smirking against your lips.

Tom doesn’t give you long before his fingers slide into the cunt, that hole that was anticipating this, that craved this. Your body folding underneath his touch, “You think you can cum for me a few more times, darling?” He questions you and all you can do is nod.

“Y-Yes,” You try not to moan at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, pressing against your g-spot, making your body feel nothing but pleasure, from your legs to your feet and you can feel your legs beginning to feel strained because of your last orgasm, but you wanted this. You wanted Tom to finger-fuck you and make you cum, you wanted Tom to fuck you and cum inside of you as you cum and feel both of you mixing together.

His lips remain on yours as he pumps, he pumps you so aggressively, as if you’re the only one in the world, as if he’s the only man for you – it’s as though he’s claiming you. He’s making you his and he’s making sure that you know you’re only his and you do. You’ve never cum like that before. You’d never had an orgasm so good and that was only from his mouth. You couldn’t imagine what he could do with his throbbing, desperate cock.

Tom’s fingers press into you, there’s only two, but when he slides in a third your body physically folds, and you’re holding onto him for dear fucking life. Your fingernails digging into his back and your mind trails to what you’d feel like if he was fucking you. If he had his cock inside of your cunt rather than his fucking fingers. But regardless of your thoughts, which he knows you’re so desperate for his cock and as he kisses you, his tongue fucks you just like that. It makes its way around yours, as if he was licking and sucking on your cunt again, travelling deep down your throat against the rough and passionate kiss.

His fingers move in and out of your cunt so slick and covered in how wet your pussy actually is and Tom is groaning as he feels himself getting tighter in his pants, forgetting that he’s got his clothes on. But the friction of his fingers and his slacks against your pussy is just so hot. The fact that he’s wearing the clothes he met you in whilst he’s finger-fucking you is something he wanted so bad. It’s everything he’s ever thought about whilst he wrapped his own hand around his own cock and imagined your tiny, tight, little cunt around it. That’s exactly what your cunt was. Tight and tiny. Needy and desirous. So goddamn fucking wet – and it’s all for him. You are so fucking wet for him.

“Fuck, Tom.” You groan as your body curls into him as you pull away from the kiss to bite into his shoulder, feeling vibrations throughout your body, Tom can feel your cunt getting tighter, he knows you’re about to cum for him again and he can’t help but smirk as you mewl into his shoulder, feeling nothing but him and only him.

Your cunt is pulsing around his fingers as he pushes against your g-spot. God, seeing you like this is fucking addicting. It’s all he wants, you are all he wants and god, your cunt, your tiny little cunt tightening around his fingers is what he wants to feel when he shoves his cock inside of you.

“God, fuck yes, fuck Tom!” You scream, pressing your head into his shoulder again as he fucks you with his fingers, stimulating all of you. You can feel Tom growl in your ear, his breath is hot and full of desire and the feeling of your tits against the material of his button-down shirt turns you on more than you ever thought it could and all you want. All you fucking need is to cum again, “God, Tom! I’m gonna cum!” You scream as you can feel that addictive, burning sensation in your abdomen, feeling that release again – you need that release… and when it comes you are shaking against Tom’s body, feeling nothing but his fingers continuing to pump you and you orgasm, all over his fucking fingers.

Tom looks up at you, holding your chin with his hand, and you know exactly what he wants from you, and you do it. You open your mouth and let his fingers slide inside.

“God, you are so beautiful with my fingers in your mouth, darling.” He praises, “You like that? You like your cum all over my fingers, all in your mouth?” He questions and you nod against his fingers as your tongue curls around them, sucking off all of your dripping wet orgasm.

He pulls his fingers out and before he can do anything else you speak, you speak words for what feels like the first time in forever, drunk on the feeling of him. Desire making your vision hazy already and he hasn’t even begun to fuck you with every bone in his body, he wants to fuck you. He wants to make you feel so fucking good that you can’t even leave the apartment the next day because it’s impossible for you to walk without him carrying you around and taking care of you… and you know that, because you know he won’t stop. You know he’s not going to stop until you’ve had your orgasm surrounding his cock, all slick and mixing with his cum in your tight little fucking hole.

“Fuck me, Tom,” You speak quickly, “Fuck me, please, fuck me, please.” You’re begging and Tom can’t believe that you are because he’ll give it to you. He’ll gladly give you his cock if you asked. You didn’t have to beg? You just needed to let him know and he would let you have it all – Tom would give you the world if he could. Tom only wants to make you feel good.

He says it out loud so you can get it in your head, “Darling, you don’t have to fucking beg, you just need to ask.” He says stern, so that you know. So that you know that you’ll never have to beg for his cock. Never.

Tom gets off of the bed and you watch him strip. You watch him take off his black button down with this eagerness, desperate to feel all of you. His chest is so toned, and it makes you drool. You’re so drunk on him that your mind is flowing to other areas of all of this, licking his abs, humping them. Desperately needing to feel your body against his chest. But all of those thoughts are out the window when you see him pull down his pants and boxers, exposing his hard fucking cock and it’s long and it’s thick and you want to wrap your mouth around it, your hand wants to touch the slit of his cock and you want to have him fucking the shit out of your hole in every single way possible all at once. You want to grind against his cock, you want him to cum inside of you and your desire quickly takes over, and you notice Tom reaching in his nightstand for condoms, but you don’t want that. You don’t want that, not at all.

“Tom, I want your cum inside of me,” You speak, desperately, needing it.

He smirks as he looks over to you, but he’s also nervous, “Are you sure, darling?” He asks you softly.

You nod, eager, desperate, “Fuck, please. Yes.” You mewl, curling underneath his touch, needing him. Needing all of him.

Tom climbs back onto the bed and his leg slides in between your thigh and it takes all your strength not to start grinding up against him, not to start fucking his leg, pinning him down and rubbing your sensitive, pulsing clit all over his thigh, but you fight the urge, you fight the need because the need for his cock inside you is much more desperate for more. Desperate for his cock.

Tom angles you in the right way, the way he knows he’ll make you cum, the way he knows your body will curl up under him just like you had when he was finger-fucking you. Making you feel good with the limbs of his hand.

Tom slowly, but surely, pressing into you and you already feel so full. He’s barely inside of you and his thick cock is already filling you up. When his whole cock is inside of you, you groan, you mewl, you moan. Pleasure is all over your body, you feel full and he starts to move and when he starts to move, you throw your head back, feeling nothing but good. Your whole body needily clinging onto his. He begins to pump in and out of you, the slit of his cock touching your g-spot and Tom grunts and moans and you swear you could just cum from the sound of his desperate moans, all needy for you. God, he was probably the sexiest man you had ever seen.

Your body is like fluid, limb and numb from the way he had been fucking you this whole night, but you were desperate for more and you know if you don’t cum, you’re going to be disappointed in yourself, no matter how badly you need Tom’s cock to cum all up inside of you. You needily kiss him, holding his neck with your arms. The kiss is hot and desirous. Needy and full of want.

He begins to move his cock quicker, and you can hear his balls slapping lightly against your skin. Your legs are hitched a little and he holds on to you. Holding you in place so you don’t escape his grasp. So that you can feel everything he’s bringing to you. So that you can feel it all. All that pleasure building up inside of you.

Your fingernails are back in Tom’s back, gripping on for some form of sanity, but it’s escaping you so slowly as you begin to see spots. You’re cock drunk and only for Tom. Needily pressing your head into the nape of his neck as you moan, your bodies so close. So close you’re not even sure where you yourself begin. You’re fucking moaning, you’re coming closer and closer to coming and the way Tom’s cock is pounding in and out of your tight little wet cunt – the squelch of your pussy turns you on. Your cunt full of Tom and only Tom.

“Fucking hell, Tom!” You moan loudly, basically screaming and your words are slightly slurred as you begin to lose sight of what’s real or not. Feeling him inside of you is something of a dream and you’re going to throw yourself away, let yourself be cock drunk. Let your mind slip loose of its hold. He pumps in and out of you so hard and yet so sweet, but so fast and the pleasure. The pleasure is just building inside of you and it’s building inside of Tom too. Both of you desperate to feel that edge to feel his cum inside of you and to feel your orgasm wrap itself around his cock. God, it was addicting, your pussy was addicting.

Your bodies are made for each other and that’s quickly proven by the way he can pound against your g-spot and make you cum with nothing but that. Your fingers do move down to touch your clit but are quickly replaced by Tom’s.

“Fuck I’m so close.” He groans softly, his moan making you want to cum right there and them. How his voice is lost of breath and how he’s trying to speak but nothing is working for the two of you and you hold on to him tighter than before. Both of you are sweating but you don’t care.

“Fuck me too.” You confirm fighting the way it comes out as a moan, needing to let it out. To let Tom know how much pleasure he’s bringing you.

Tom’s pace quickens, he’s deeper into your cunt if that’s even possible and for the third time you feel your stomach burn needing that release, needing to let go and you do, you let go.

“Fuck, darling, that’s right, cum all over my cock.” Tom speaks gently as you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, the feeling of Tom’s release; his load filling your cunt and you moan as he slows his pace, riding you both off of your high.

Tom falls next to you with a soft groan you feel your legs start to burn, “Holy shit.” You mutter carefully, standing to go use the bathroom but your knees almost buck out from underneath you.

“Need some help, darling?” He whispers coming to grab your waist helping you to the bathroom, “You did so good for me,” He kisses your temple.

*

The next day you have class and Tom wants to drive you to class, but you’re not so sure. The two of you turn up early and you’ve got your hot chocolate and Tom with his tea. You both get to class early and before students begin to roll in, you place a kiss to his lips.

“C’mon professor, let’s hand out these tests.” You smile softly, “Try not to get distracted.” You say as students roll in and your smile brightens as you hand out tests.

Tom knows he couldn’t be luckier than to have you… and he’s getting distracted.

God, you are perfect.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43402303

We wear the mask (that I cannot see through) by Goawaylife We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile _______________________________ Peter Parker (Presently known as Ben Reilly) is offered an Internship at SI through one of his Professors contacts years after what happened at the Statue of Liberty. He has to decide between saving his vague looking future or his slowly declining sanity. Words: 927, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, May Parker (Spider-Man) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Michelle Jones, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Eventual Fluff, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Genius Peter Parker, Good Friend Michelle Jones, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Alternate Universe - College/University, Secret Identity, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Peter Parker is a Mess, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Panic Attacks, Tony Stark survives Endgame, Tony Stark Lives

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What If…The First Snap Went Differently?

by ParallelUniverses_vs_AlternateTimelines

In a parallel world—Thanos snaps his fingers on Thursday, 05/31/2018. However, the end result is completely unexpected, but neither he nor the remaining Avengers know until five years later—when Professor Hulk initiates the second snap on Tuesday, 10/17/2023.

Words: 8819, Chapters: 2/3, Language: English

Series: Part 20 of Stephen Strange Loves His Family In Every Universe

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), WandaVision (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Sherlock (TV), What If...? (TV 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang, Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff, Sherlock Holmes, Eurus Holmes, May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Vision (Marvel), Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Other Marvel Characters, Other Sherlock (TV) Characters

Relationships: Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff & Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff & Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang & Christine Palmer, Cassie Lang & Wanda Maximoff, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Peter Parker & Peter-Two & Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Sherlock Holmes & Stephen Strange, Eurus Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Multiverse, Parallel Universes, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Peter Parker-centric, BAMF Peter Parker, BAMF Cassie Lang, Cassie Lang & Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Parent Stephen Strange, Parent Christine Palmer, Aunt Wanda Maximoff, Uncle Vision (Marvel), Uncle Sherlock Holmes, Aunt Eurus Holmes, Genuinely Good Eurus Holmes, Innocent Eurus Holmes, Protective May Parker (Spider-Man), Avengers Family, Avengers Team Friendship (Marvel), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Roller Coaster, Emotional Baggage, Angst and Feels, Grief/Mourning, Tragedy, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Family Fluff, Family Reunions, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Has Issues, Peter Parker Has a Family, No Incest, NOBODY HAS PERMISSION TO REPOST NOR DOWNLOAD MY FANFICS!!

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What If…The First Snap Went Differently?

by ParallelUniverses_vs_AlternateTimelines

In a parallel world—Thanos snaps his fingers on Thursday, 05/31/2018. However, the end result is completely unexpected, but neither he nor the remaining Avengers know until five years later—when Professor Hulk initiates the second snap on Tuesday, 10/17/2023.

Words: 8819, Chapters: 2/3, Language: English

Series: Part 20 of Stephen Strange Loves His Family In Every Universe

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), WandaVision (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Sherlock (TV), What If...? (TV 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang, Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff, Sherlock Holmes, Eurus Holmes, May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Vision (Marvel), Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Other Marvel Characters, Other Sherlock (TV) Characters

Relationships: Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff & Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff & Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang & Christine Palmer, Cassie Lang & Wanda Maximoff, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Peter Parker & Peter-Two & Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Sherlock Holmes & Stephen Strange, Eurus Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Multiverse, Parallel Universes, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Peter Parker-centric, BAMF Peter Parker, BAMF Cassie Lang, Cassie Lang & Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Parent Stephen Strange, Parent Christine Palmer, Aunt Wanda Maximoff, Uncle Vision (Marvel), Uncle Sherlock Holmes, Aunt Eurus Holmes, Genuinely Good Eurus Holmes, Innocent Eurus Holmes, Protective May Parker (Spider-Man), Avengers Family, Avengers Team Friendship (Marvel), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Roller Coaster, Emotional Baggage, Angst and Feels, Grief/Mourning, Tragedy, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Family Fluff, Family Reunions, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Has Issues, Peter Parker Has a Family, No Incest, NOBODY HAS PERMISSION TO REPOST NOR DOWNLOAD MY FANFICS!!

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Pokemon Atiniir and Pokemon Jorhaa'ir

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/B03cNOt

by MangoPudding9000

“Hello! Welcome to the Marvel Region!” Bruce awkwardly greeted as he outstretched his arms to present the Pokemon lab. “I'm Professor Bruce Banner and this is my partner Chesnaught,” the aforementioned Pokemon let out a grunt. “What is your name?”

Loki apathetically blinked. “Didn’t you get letters confirming who was participating in this idiotic event?” he grumbled. “Besides, you well know who I am,” he hissed.

Bruce blinked before he laughed a little nervously. “Well… I um…” he mumbled as his eyes flickered back towards his Chesnaught.

Zorua snickered in his arms. Loki would’ve too, if he wasn’t jabbed by a sharp elbow. “Fine. I’ll play along with your damn game,” he hissed. “My name is Loki.”

Loki came to the Marvel Region with Pokemon Professor of the Asgard Region, Mobius to participate in “Carpe Diem.” The program is for people to go on a journey to answer the questions, ‘What does it mean to be a Pokemon Master?’ and ‘Who do I want to be?’

He knows the answer. He’s known since he was a child and he knows he is right. He is always right.

Though his views are challenged by fellow intern, Peter Parker.

Follow Loki and Peter through their journey in the Marvel region!

Words: 5619, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Loki (TV 2021), Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker, Mobius M. Mobius, Bruce Banner, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Harley Keener, Shuri (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Clint Barton, Vision (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Matt Murdock, Carol Danvers, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Hydra Agents, Johann Schmidt, Original Legendary Pokemon - Character

Relationships: Loki/Peter Parker, Loki & Mobius M. Mobius, Loki & Thor (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Pokemon, Pokemon AU, Protective Loki (Marvel), BAMF Loki (Marvel), Good Loki (Marvel), Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, loki is a little shit, Pokemon Journey, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Teen Loki, Romantic Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationships, Strangers to Lovers, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Camping, Travel, travelling, Action/Adventure, Adventure, Friendship

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[marvelouspeterparker]

professor’s sweetheart

pairing: professor!tom holland x student!reader

summary: professor holland teaches british literature at your university. you hadn’t expected much when you signed up for the course, but the experience is everything and more than you could have hoped for. 

word count: 15.1k

warnings: there is smut in here but it’s not the main focus (wild, i know)

notes: uh yeah i’d say just don’t fuck your professor? this is purely fictional. be safe, you know how it is <3

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i listened to this playlist while writing it if ur interested :)

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“What class do you have next?” Your friend, and roommate Liz asked. You were both walking out of the cafeteria. It was 1:15, you had just finished lunch and you had fifteen minutes until your next class. You pushed the doors open together and braced yourselves as the cool late September breeze hit you, blowing your jackets open. You put both sides of the jacket together in front of you and crossed your arms to block the cold out. 

“Um,” you thought back for a moment, the cold temporarily knocking your senses right out of you. “British Literature.”

If you were being honest, you had taken this course because it fulfilled one of your requirements, but in the end it felt like one of the most rewarding parts of your college experience so far. The material was interesting, and instead of being bored out of your mind throughout the whole hour and a half of class––it was actually entertaining. You had your professor to thank for that.

“Oooh,” Liz twisted her lips to the side to suppress a knowing smile, but the look in her eyes gave it away. “With Professor Holland?” She asked, batting her eyelashes innocently. 

You rolled your eyes and bit your tongue to hide your smile. “Yes,” you shoved her playfully to the side making her step in a pile of leaves, the crunch under boots loud as ever as it carried through the crisp air. “Shut up.”

You and Liz had been roommates since your first year at university and had now spent four, coming up on five semesters rooming together. Luckily, you really hit it off, and easily fell into a routine together, forming a bond as you ate lunch and dinner together, studied in the library, had dance parties in your dorm, and more. You knew each other inside and out, often having random late night conversations while you procrastinated your work or couldn’t sleep, about literally anything and everything. Bottom line is, you trusted each other, which is why she knew about your sort-of-crush on Professor Holland. 

To be fair everyone had a thing for him, he was just that kind of guy. He was sweet and compassionate and funny. Professor Holland was one of those genuine professors who sincerely cared about their students and their well-beings. He was incredibly understanding. He’d schedule dozens of meetings with his students all in one day just because he wanted to help and make sure they were all alright. He liked to check in every now and then, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

From what you could tell he also seemed like a people person. No matter who he was with, whether it was a student, his teaching assistant Jacob, or his fellow professors––he was always attentive, cracking jokes, enjoying the conversation. Everyone seemed to love him. But you could also tell that a part of him was just a tad bit cocky, but in a joking and love-able way. 

All this goes to show that you spent way too much time thinking about him, and observing him, which could either be seen as really endearing or really creepy. 

“Look I’m just saying,” Liz shrugged, “Enjoy the class.” She nudged you, “I know I would.”

Realizing you were approaching the writing and arts center, and Liz’s next class was in the building across the street, you sent her off. “Yeah yeah, okay. Bye.” You tightened your arms around you and scurried off, skipping a crack in the sidewalk and walking up the steps to the building. You opened the door and were immediately welcomed by a rush of warm air and let out a sigh, rubbing your hands together as you made your way to the lecture hall. 

You pulled your phone out and checked the time, 1:22. You still had 8 minutes to spare. You were still walking and only glanced up from your phone right as you were about to walk into the door and were stopped suddenly when you crashed into a hard chest. You immediately felt two warm hands grasp your arms to steady you and were suddenly enveloped by the smell of tea and mint. 

“Woah! I’m sorry, love, are you alright?”

You froze as you looked up, feeling very much like a deer in headlights as you realized you quite literally crashed into your professor. “Oh––um,” you swallowed, suddenly feeling like the air was escaping you. You cleared your throat trying to save yourself from anymore embarrassment. “I’m fine––I’m sorry, that was my fault. I wasn’t looking––” You paused when you noticed the small smile on his face, his warm eyes making you forget what you were going to say.

“It’s alright, Y/N. It was partially my fault as well, I was too focused on––” he seemed to snap out of some trance, straightening himself up as his hands dropped back down to his sides and into his pockets. “Uh, well that’s not important.” He pulled one hand out of his pocket––he was wearing those blue slacks that you thought made his thighs look great, respectfully, of course. He checked the time on his watch and you had to stop yourself from ogling the veins in his arms as he did so. 

He looked up at you, brows furrowed playfully and you actually had to remind yourself to breathe. “You’re almost ten minutes early. You that eager to see me?” He ended his question with a teasing smirk and your mouth opened and closed a few times before you managed to string together a response.

“I––um, I just really like this class and you––you’re my favorite professor.” You blurted out, your cheeks heating up as you realized what you just admitted. You had to force your eyes to go back to their normal size after they practically bulged at the realization of what you said. “And I mean, I just happened to get here early so...I thought I might as well get settled in.”

Your professor cleared his throat, trying to hide his smile as he glanced down at his shoes for a moment then back up at you. “Well then.” He extended his arm, pointing towards the open door of the hall and stepped aside. “Please, after you.” 

You gave him a small smile in return along with a quiet thank you and stepped through the door. But before you could walk over to your seat, you felt him lean over behind you to talk lowly in your ear. He was standing a respectably close distance, but his presence was so overwhelming it was as though you felt him everywhere. His breath caressed the smooth skin of your cheek as he spoke. 

“I’m technically not allowed to have favorites, but I do appreciate that you enjoy having me as your professor, darling.” It shouldn’t have had such an effect on you, really, it shouldn’t have. But something about him referring to himself by his title really did something to you. You took a sharp inhale as you stood up straight, your whole body on high alert as you turned your head towards him, your eyes refusing to look at his and instead finding solace in the fabric of his navy blue button up––which he’d rolled up to his forearms. 

“And if it means anything, I rather do enjoy having you in my class as well.” You snuck a peek at him, lifting your gaze slowly and only caught a glimpse of his soft lips as he smiled before walking over to his desk. 

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you walked up the steps to your usual spot in the middle row, near the aisle. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, and the man hadn’t even touched you––well not in the way you wanted him to, anyway. But enough of that. 

You checked your phone again, trying to calm down your heartbeat as you took in a deep breath, 1:28. People started shuffling into the class, the overlapping sounds of chatter and laughter rupturing the energy the room had when it was just the two of you. At 1:32 Professor Holland started the class, getting everyone’s attention smoother than anyone should be able to. You could almost feel everyone’s eyes focusing on him, some weren’t even listening to him, they were just so entranced by how good he looked and the way he sounded––his accent was just so endearing, you had to admit it. 

The hour and a half went by rather quickly but today you were more aware of yourself, of Professor Holland––even more than usual. It seemed as though his eyes would travel to your direction more often, after he made jokes as if to see your reaction, or while he paused in his speeches. 

At the end of the class, despite there being dozens of other students moving around you, you felt as though your professor was watching you as you made your way out of the room. But it had to be your imagination, there was just no way. 

When you got back to your dorm, Liz still wasn’t back yet so you decided to take a shower and spend some time relaxing. You had already done your work for the next day and your other work for the rest of the week––well, you decided you’d do it later. 

You changed into sweats after your shower and hopped on your bed, deciding to switch between your apps for an hour or so––honestly you’d lost track of time. Liz strolled in soon after, closing the door with a loud groan, throwing her bag on the floor.

You smiled, looking up at her from your lying position on the bed. “Hello to you too.”

She grumbled in response, finally looking at you. When she noticed you were already wearing your pajamas she pointed to you, her brows raised. “Good idea!” She immediately went to her drawers and picked out a random pair of sweats and an oversized sweatshirt, changing with lightning speed for someone who was sluggishly groaning not even a minute before. 

She grabbed her phone and sat on her bed opposite yours, cross-legged, facing you. She looked at your face for a few seconds before squinting her eyes at you. “You have something to say. Spill.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face. 

She looked at you pointedly, “Well go on.” 

So you told her about your encounter with the infamous brit today, how you bumped into him, what he said to you, the glances he sent your way. When you finished recounting everything you took a deep breath, “But––this could all just be in my head you know, just me overreacting.”

She stared at you with a dead expression. “Are you fucking dumb?”

“Hey!”

She ignored you, rolling her eyes while she tried not to laugh. “Dude he totally wants to fuck you.” She said nonchalantly.

Your eyes bulged, “W–What do you––What?” 

“Oh please, it’s so obvious.”

You opened your mouth but when nothing came out, you paused and looked down at the carpet. After a few moments you looked back up at her to find her with a knowing smirk on her face. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am, when am I not?” When you were about to speak, she interrupted you. “Don’t answer that. But look, it seems like he’s into you. I think you should hit that.”

“But we––that’s not allowed!” You paused, “Is it?”

She laughed, “A ha! So you do want to!”

“Oh shut up, you already knew that. Everyone wants to, it’s not a big deal.”

She made a face, “Yes, but you’re the only one who actually has a chance at getting it.” 

You looked at her, a skeptical look on your face. “Even if that was true––he’s still my professor…”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah but it’s not like it’s in the handbook or anything. Plus, you’re both legal adults, so. There you have it. You’re free to bone.”

“You did not just say that.”

“But I did.” She smiled, lying down in her bed. “You really could, though. Just don’t tell anybody.” When you didn’t say anything else, she spoke up. “Okay I’m gonna take a nap now. You have a lot to think about.” 

You ignored the last part and went back to your phone, “Yeah you do that.” 

Throughout the rest of the afternoon and night you couldn’t stop thinking about this whole situation. This was bad...Or was it? It seemed all too complicated, that was for sure. You weren’t even sure he looked at you or thought of you that way. 

You fell asleep playing all the pros and cons of hypothetically getting with him, your mind an endless loop of your professor, his voice, how he sounded when he practically whispered that he liked being your teacher. This was all too much.

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All of your senses were in overdrive. All you could feel were the hands tracing every curve of your body, playing you like a toy they’d made themselves. The tongue, teeth and lips following and leaving marks everywhere the hands traced. All you could hear was that sweet, rough voice telling you praises and calling you endearing names as your whole body shivered from the pleasure. Your eyes locked in on the ones staring up at you with pure hunger and awe as you ground yourself down on his cock.

“That’s it darling, just like that. You’re doing so good for me.” His lips curved into that oh so familiar smirk. “I taught you well, didn’t I?”

You woke up sweaty, your shirt sticking to your torso, a wet patch on your panties, your nipples pebbled in the cool air of your dorm room. A sex dream. Of course you had a fucking sex dream about him. Fuck. You were just lucky that your next class with him was on Thursday so you didn’t have to see him today. Because that would not help you at all. 

You checked the time on your phone, squinting at the brightness before turning it all the way down, 10am. You got out of bed with a groan and took your toiletries bag and your towel to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower this morning, instead of later on at night. Lord knows you certainly needed one. A cold one too.

You were frustrated, frustrated with yourself for feeling this way about your professor––sure, he was only a few years older than you, but it was the principle of the matter––frustrated that you were overthinking this entire thing, and most importantly you were annoyed because you were extremely horny. 

When you got into the bathroom, you locked the door and set your stuff down. You put your hands on both sides of the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror. Who are we and what happened? You sighed and grabbed your toothbrush, brushing your teeth quickly and aggressively, since everything seemed to be a hassle this morning. You’d hoped that once you hopped in the shower, you’d calm down. 

When you made your way inside, you sighed contently at the feeling of the warm water pattering against your skin, freshening you up immediately. Your nipples were still hard, between your legs still wet. So you brought a hand down between your thighs, the other to your breast as you stood under the water––almost as though the water was washing away the sinful act and thoughts right at the source. You laughed at the thought, nope, nothing can wash this away. 

You squeezed your breast and tugged at your nipple, rubbing your sensitive bud just the way you liked. You were still sensitive from...your dream, so it didn’t take long for everything to build up. You couldn’t help yourself, your mind brought back the remnants of last night that you remembered, the way his hands gripped you when he steadied you, the way his arms looked, and you came with a whimper that was louder than you would have liked. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and resting your head back on the tiles as the water continued to fall on you. 

When you came back to your dorm, Liz was on her way out but she stopped, raising her brows at you, “So have you come to a conclusion?”

You walked past her into the dorm, “Go to class, Liz.” You heard her cackle down the hallway as you closed the door. 

You got dressed casually, not rushing since there was nowhere for you to go and decided to go to the local cafe near the school. You needed to clear your head and get some work done, and you definitely would not get any of it done in your dorm. Not today, anyway. 

You checked the weather and seeing that it was a little warmer today, you put a sweatshirt on, grabbed your bag along with your phone and your laptop and you were on your way. The breeze felt refreshing this morning as you stepped out of your dorm. Your walk to the cafe was only ten or so minutes but it felt good. 

Stepping into the little shop, you were immediately hit by the aroma of coffee and sweets, surrounded by the sound of light chatter and utensils clattering on the wooden tables. The warm light above you brought a sense of comfort as you made your way over to the counter. The line was rather short so you managed to order your usual drink and snack quickly. As you were waiting for the cashier to hand you your things, your eyes scanned the shop––the ambience was rather nice and the talking almost felt like background noises. You wouldn’t mind staying here to work.

As you gathered your things, you turned around in search of a free table––which would be the deciding factor in whether or not you would stay, you did not want to awkwardly share the small table space with some stranger. You took a few steps into the seating area and almost choked on your breath when you made eye contact with the last person you wanted to see today. 

He smiled charmingly at you, teeth and all and quickly made his way over before you even had a chance to think of escaping. “Y/N!” He stood in front of you, his eyes bright. He was actually happy to see you? He was always happy to see everyone, it didn’t mean anything. 

His voice snapped you out of your annoyingly loud thoughts.  “Fancy seeing you here.” He nudged you playfully, “How are you?” He was wearing a very tight white button up that was unbuttoned until the third, showing a generous amount of his chest, a grey suit and pants, along with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. It took you a few more seconds than it should have to process that there were actual words coming out of his mouth.  

You forced a smile onto your face but the more you looked into his eyes, the more genuine it became, almost impossible to wipe off. “I’m good. Was just grabbing breakfast before I start my work. You?”

He raised his cup, “Same as you. Have a bit of time before my next class.” 

You noticed that you couldn’t tell what exactly was in the cup and your curiosity got the better of you. You pointed to the cup clasped in his fingers, “Is that coffee?”

He furrowed his brows in mock offense, “I only drink tea, darling.” He leaned his upper body forward to whisper to you, his cheek almost touching yours, “I’d think you would know that about your favorite professor.” He tutted playfully as he stood up straight again, watching you, a look that you couldn’t quite pinpoint in his eyes as he watched you over his cup, taking a teasingly long sip. 

You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open, not a clue what to respond. When he pulled the cup away from his mouth he looked down at you, his gaze drifting down and you’d never felt more exposed, despite the fact that you were wearing two layers of clothing. “I like your sweatshirt.” He smiled, glancing down at it before looking directly into your eyes, his head lowered slightly.

Your eyes widened in surprise and your head snapped down to see your spiderman sweatshirt looking back at you boldly. Oh––Oh. You lifted your head back up to find him still smiling at you softly, he didn’t seem to be teasing you at all. “Um thanks.” You could feel your cheeks heating up, despite the cool air that swept your legs as someone opened the door to the cafe. “Are you uh–– a marvel fan?” 

He pursed his lips playfully, “Yeah,” his hand came up to rub the back of his neck, “Yeah you could say that.” He licked his lips and took another sip of his drink.

Your eyes, with a mind of their own, trailed down the column of his throat, following the vein on the side of his neck, the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the warm liquid. The action almost seemed provocative, in both meanings of the term. 

Suddenly you felt very hot and you knew that you had to get out of there before you made a fool of yourself in front of everyone, but most importantly him. You perked up, “I uh––I have to go professor, but it was nice talking with you. See you tomorrow!” With that you quite literally ran off, wincing as you turned around, having noticed the way his lips parted as if to speak, a furrow between his brows appearing out of confusion and concern. You really had to get control of yourself. 

You practically berated yourself as you speed walked away. God, that was so stupid. And not to mention, incredibly rude! He’d probably be upset with you now, or maybe even mad. It’s just––unbelievable what he did to you, without even actually doing anything. It took you the entire walk there to realize that you unconsciously made your way back to your dorm––so much for the library. But you’d had enough social interaction for today, so you decided you’d stay there.

You got in your bed and buried yourself under the covers, deciding you needed the comfort of being hidden in your mattress after the embarrassment you’d just experienced. You lied there just staring at the plain, white ceiling for way too long until you let out a loud huff and sat up, before grabbing your computer to start your work. 

Deciding to check your college email before you started, since they were incessant and it was easy to miss something, you scanned down the list of messages in your inbox. Your eyes skimmed through the boxes on the left of your screen, notifications that your professors left feedback on your assignments, the weekly newsletter, club events, a message from Holland, Tom––

You shut your computer immediately, eyes bulging as you held your breath. You swallowed thickly, as you stared into nothing in front of you, your eyes barely taking in anything, your mind a big ball of fuzz. 

After taking a few deep breaths, and telling your overdramatic brain to calm down, you opened the laptop again. Biting your lip, you hovered your mouse over the message, reading over the small bits of information you could see in the preview.

Holland, Tom

Just checking in

Hi Y/N, I just wanted to make  …

You could feel your heart beating through your chest. Oh God––Wanted to make sure what?? The sensible part of your brain said to just open it to figure it out for yourself. But the irrational, idiotic part of your brain was yelling at you to not open it under any circumstance. What if he wanted to make sure you didn’t get the wrong idea? Did he know how you felt about him? Were you that obvious? Maybe he thinks you’re clinically insane and wants to make sure you’re getting the attention you need? You did run off like a crazy person, after all. 

You shut your eyes tight and groaned loudly into your hands. Liz walked in and whistled lowly, taking in everything in front of her. You looked up, confused and looked at the time, realizing it had already been two hours since you first left the dorm, meaning she was done with her classes for the day.

“What’s up?” She took a seat at her desk, propping her legs on the table as she leaned back.

You waved her off, deciding it would be best to let this blow over and ignore it for now. You’d go back when you were in the right state of mind. 

She started telling you about her day and annoyingly, your brain decided today would be the day that it would not shut off. Your brows were furrowed as you tried your best to focus on what your friend was saying, but she wasn’t even looking in your direction, staring up into the air above her as she spoke animated, hands waving around, so she didn’t even notice you struggling to pay attention. 

Your eyes kept flitting back to the screen of your computer, your fingers swiping across the trackpad to turn it back on when the screen’s brightness lowered every now and then. 

Liz looked back at you and stopped her spiel. “Alright what’s up with you?” 

You sighed deeply and looked up at her. “Sorry, sorry. I just––I saw Professor Holland today––”

“Already?” She interrupted you, a goofy smile on her face. “Damn, you work fast.”

You threw the nearest pillow at her, “Shut up! I didn’t fuck him.”

“You should’ve.” She pointed out, holding the pillow to her chest. 

You glared at her until she raised her hands in surrender, then continued, your eyes bouncing from object to object in the room as you babbled. 

“I went to the cafe and I saw him and he came over to me and we started talking––and he whispered in my ear and he was joking around with me and he sipped his tea and he was super close to me and super hot, and I couldn’t handle it so I basically ran off without giving him a chance to say bye.” You took a deep breath, “And then he sent me an email after I saw him and I still haven’t opened it because I’m scared and I don’t know what he said…” You took another breath and looked at your friend, blinking as she just stared at you.

After a moment, she spoke up. “Dude just open the email.”

Your eyes widened almost in offense. “Did you not listen to anything I just said?”

“Yeah you practically fucked in the cafe then you got scared and ran away.” She spoke nonchalantly and you could tell she was fighting off a smile. “Look, eventually you have to open the email anyway, you can’t just ignore it. So just do it and rip the bandaid off.” You were about to speak up when she interrupted you, “I promise it won’t be half as bad as you think. We both know your mind is absolutely filled with the craziest ideas.” 

You huffed and fell back down on the bed, not bothering to argue since you both knew she was right. 

“Shit, I’m starving.” She looked at the time, “Yeah it’s about time for me to eat food.” She stood up, “Come on, let’s go.”

“Can you please get something for me?” She knew you well enough that you didn’t have to tell her what to get. You gave her your best smile and shrugged your shoulders.

“Are you serious.” She looked at you, deadpan, standing like the little emoji of the woman standing in place with her arms at her sides. 

You had to suppress your smile, “What if I see him?” You asked incredulously, lying further in the covers. “I’d rather stay in here and hide, for now.”

“You have class with him tomorrow––”

“That’s why I said for now.”

She cracked a smile, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her things, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Love you!”

“Yeah yeah,” she waved her hand and walked out the door. 

A few moments passed after Liz left and you sat up yet again, putting your computer on your lap as you swiped the trackpad, making the screen light up again. You checked the time, it had been almost an hour since he sent the email, you really shouldn’t make him wait any longer. Not that he’s waiting at all, he probably didn’t even notice that you hadn’t responded.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, swallowed your nerves and clicked on the email. 

Holland, Tom

Just checking in

Hi Y/N, 

I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. You seemed kind of stressed when you left earlier and I’m hoping it wasn’t because of anything I did. Can we check in tomorrow in my office? Hope everything is going well. 

Warmest Regards,

Professor Holland

He wanted to meet tomorrow after class. In his office. Alone. 

Oh, fuck. You could hear Liz in your head going Yes, fuck. But you quickly shoved her aside. 

You read over the email about five times to make sure you weren’t misinterpreting anything, because that would be even more embarrassing. You clicked the reply button and slowly wrote out your response.

Hi Professor Holland,

Everything is fine, but thank you for asking, I appreciate the concern. I’m free tomorrow after class if you’re available then.

Thank you!

Y/N

You hit send and not even two minutes later, you received a response. 

Hi Y/N,

Perfect! I’ll see you then :)

Warmly,

Professor Holland

How on earth were you supposed to focus on your work now? More importantly, how were you going to focus in class tomorrow?

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The next day, the butterflies in your stomach would not calm down. When you stepped into the class, he was talking to another student and you tried to sneak past to your seat unnoticed. You thought you’d succeeded but once you sat down and looked up, you made direct eye contact with him and you swear you stopped breathing. You barely even recognized the sound of everyone moving around you, getting ready for class to start. 

He parted his lips and reluctantly turned back to the student still talking to him, snapping out of his daze, but not after glancing back at you. You swallowed and sank down in your seat. This was going to be a long class. 

At 1:35, class started. Professor Holland stood up and clasped his hands, making his way to the middle of the floor in front of everybody, his voice reverberating through the room. 

“Good afternoon everybody. Hope you’re all doing well.” His eyes found yours and you bit your lip nervously. You could see him swallow as he watched you, before moving his gaze elsewhere. Was that because of you? Surely, it had to be a coincidence. Maybe you made him uncomfortable. Oh great––

He went on, seemingly unfazed, eyes darting back to you subtly before continuing. The discussion soon turned to the book you’d just been assigned to read. The book was rather lengthy but there were always so many things to talk about within only a few pages––which you loved, so it was taking you all a while to go through everything together in class. 

The conversations often took up a lot of the class time since Professor Holland simply loved talking and he always found everyone’s interpretations interesting and worth exploring––eager to hear our classmates perspectives. He also often said that he was not good at using technology, so he preferred to just talk and show rather than use his computer. Honestly, you found it endearing.

The conversations were always interesting to listen to, people never failed to give you insight on things you hadn’t even thought of before, but sometimes––some people were just a little stupid.

Someone brought up a slightly sexist point that made absolutely no sense but since you weren’t the one to call someone out in front of a room full of people, you stuck to your facial reactions instead of audibly responding. You turned back to the front of the class to see Professor Holland’s opinion to find that he was watching you, trying and failing to suppress his smile. 

He put both hands in his pockets which you found ironic considering they would jump out any time soon––he loved to talk with his hands. His eyes got serious, the smile on his face a little less friendly as he addressed the sophomore who made the comment. “I don’t know if you’re aware of how ludicrously sexist that comment you just made was, but now you know.” He turned to the rest of the class. “Remember to think before you speak. This isn’t to necessarily call anyone out. It’s a warning. Senseless remarks will not only affect my view of you, but your grades as well.” 

He went on and tried to shape the boy’s comment into something appropriate to discuss and you honestly couldn’t focus on anything else he said, you were just looking at him in awe and in shock. Sure, this was the bare minimum, but since it was so rare to see, it was very noticeable and even impressive when you noticed it.

God, you adored this man.

Near the end of class, he announced the next assignment, a paper you’d have to write about a comparison you made between any point in the story, a character, a theme, a hidden meaning, etc. and something in our modern reality, a social norm, a popular belief, etc. Your essays were always very open ended in this class, giving you room to write about almost anything you wanted to. Your professor knew that the assignments would be more enjoyable if there was some choice involved. He truly was good at his job. 

“Look, reading’s hard sometimes, I get it. I’m dyslexic, so trust me, I understand. But I never let that stop me.” He paused to look around the room and it was so silent you could hear each other’s inhales and exhales. The power he had over a room full of around one hundred people was insane, and in a weird way, also turned you on. “I know the book is massive. Listen to the audio books if you have to, I don’t mind. But get the work done either way. It’s not for me, it’s for you. I want you to get the best grade you can in this class.”

“Bring me interesting material. I don’t want to fall asleep reading your work.” He joked and smiled proudly when laughter filled the room. “The essay is due in two weeks. Good luck.”

There were a few thank you’s and goodbyes scattered around the room as he sent everyone off, people scurrying from all sides to the exits. 

You took your time gathering all your things and took a deep breath when the last few people made their way out, silence soon surrounding the both of you. You put your bag over your shoulder and walked down the carpeted steps, suddenly finding the dark grey pattern to be the most interesting things you’ve ever seen––and also watching your steps so that you don’t fall down them in front of him. You could barely hear the soft patter of your shoes as you walked down. When you finally got the main floor you looked up and saw him waiting for you patiently, things in his hands, a smile on his face. 

“Let’s go then, shall we?” You nodded shyly and he led the way, his office only a hallway away from the lecture hall. You found it slightly odd that he didn’t try to make conversation on your way there, since he always loved to. But you tried not to think too hard about it. Maybe he was just tired. 

When you reached his office, he opened the door and let you walk in first. Your eyes immediately scanned the room out of curiosity as you stepped inside, noticing his desk, the wood a dark mahogany which was covered with stacks of papers, picture frames, pens, and a few marvel funko pops––so he really was a fan. You’d never actually been inside of his office before. It was an intimidating thought for you to be in his office with him, alone. You just didn’t want to embarrass yourself. 

You turned to him and gestured to the chair across from his desk, “Do I just––”

“Please,” he interrupted eagerly. “Make yourself comfortable.” 

You took a seat and he set his things down next to his desk before sitting as well. His hair was coiffed to perfection today, curls sculpted nicely, a dark blue suit on his body with a black shirt underneath. He took off the suit jacket and put it on the back of his chair and you could see his veins and muscles bulging and shifting in his arms as he moved. He clasped his hands in front of him on the desk and wow he had nice fingers. You really had to get a grip on yourself––

“How was class today for you? Well, besides that one disappointing comment.”

You smiled, “I always enjoy the class, but yeah that was uh, disappointing as you said.

“I think your interpretations are always very insightful and very interesting. It’s almost a shame that you don’t share them with the whole class but part of me likes it that we keep them between us.” Oh? “Plus, I know how scary it can be talking in front of all those people. I almost shit myself first time I taught that class––”

You let out a surprised laughter and he couldn’t help laugh as well. 

“Shit, sorry! I mean––” He sighed, “Language, sorry. I’m British.” He shrugged, “Can’t help it.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. Personally I think curse words spice up conversations.” You smiled proudly when he laughed at your joke. 

His smile radiated a more nervous energy after his laughter died off. “When you ran off yesterday, that wasn’t––was that because of me? Because if I did something to make you uncomfortable I’m so sorry.”

You tilted your head, trying to think of a way to explain. “No it wasn’t, well––it kind of was?” You had no idea why you would tell him this, but apparently your mouth was moving without agreeing with your mind first. 

There was almost a pout on his face and you had the sudden urge to reach over the table and smooth it out with your lips. “It’s just, well––You make me just a little bit nervous, to be honest professor.” You looked down at your lap and back up at him timidly.

He raised his brows, “Oh––”

Your smile was strained and you wanted nothing more than to be swallowed whole by the floor. 

“Well that’s not a bad thing, is it?” He looked at you almost, hopefully?

You laughed, “No trust me, it’s not.” Your eyes widened at the realization of what you’d basically just admitted to him and you didn’t know if you should feel embarrassed or relieved when the smirk appeared on his face.

But the words that he uttered next cleared that up for you. “Well, if I’m honest, you make me nervous too, darling. And definitely not in a bad way.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, almost teasing you with how good he looked.

You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly feeling dry, crossing your legs, your thighs squeezing together, and he definitely noticed, his eyes trailing down your body as he licked his lips as well. 

The tension in the room was so thick but you found that you didn’t want to escape it, if anything you wanted to carve your way through it, stay for as long as you could until it snapped. 

Your professor spread his legs, his hands coming down to rub at his thighs as he watched you and the sound of your heartbeat pounding filled your ears. It was almost as if there was an unseen force pulling the two of you together, but before it could there was a knock at the door. 

The both of your heads snapped to the door to find it opening slowly. Jacob, Tom’s teaching assistant popped his head in. You had talked to him a few times, he was always very nice. He didn’t attend every class, but you guessed that he would be attending the next one. “Hey man.” He turned to you and smiled, “Oh hi Y/N.” You waved and let out a small hi in response. He turned back to the professor. “Your next class is starting like––” He looked at his watch. “Now.” 

“Shit, sorry man. Lost track of time.” He got up and you did too, smiling sheepishly as you grabbed your things, getting up from your seat. “I’ll be right there.” Jacob nodded and closed the door.

You both made your way over to the exit slowly, still reeling from what maybe could have happened and what you both obviously thought of. The silence was loud around you, but it wasn’t scary this time. 

“Let me know if you need any help with the upcoming assignment, alright? Don’t be afraid to stop by if you need to.” His gaze dropped down to your lips for a split second before reaching your eyes again. “For anything.” He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t describe but quickly tried to mask it with a smile as he opened the door for you, his eyes practically holding yours captive. 

“Thank you, professor. I will.” 

You stepped out and he watched you for a few moments before closing the door. You looked back, smiling as you caught his eye and as soon as he stepped back in the office, you practically ran out of the building and to your dorm, a stupid grin on your face. 

“Holy shit.”

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When you practically burst into your dorm room, scaring Liz half to death before you told her what happened, let’s just say she wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

“I fucking told you!” She flopped onto her bed, still staring at you pointedly as she did so, a smirk on her face. She pointed at you before dropping her hand down dramatically by her side. “You like, owe me a soda now or something.” 

You rolled your eyes but you were so giddy the smile still hadn’t dropped from your face. “Well I do owe you for getting me lunch yesterday, so maybe I will buy you one.”

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Over the weekend, you started working on the essay for British Literature and you were already about halfway done since the topic you chose actually interested you. But you found yourself questioning if you were writing it properly as you went on. You weren’t sure if it was because you wanted it to be near perfect since you’d found out he paid extra attention to you, or maybe you just wanted to talk to him again––you’d never know. 

After discussing with Liz, you decided you’d stop by his office on Monday afternoon once you were done with your classes. You knew he liked to stay in his office until late at night sometimes, he always said we could stop by whenever, if we needed something. So you decided to take advantage of that, shoving down your anxious thoughts and doing what you wanted. 

Liz may or may not have convinced you to wear a shirt that was––aesthetically pleasing, to put it, specifically in the chest area so you were more than eager to see your professor’s reaction. You were a little nervous, you didn’t want it to seem like you were trying too hard, but you thought you looked good in this shirt, and you had a right to feel good about yourself. Since it was a little chilly outside, you hid it under a sweatshirt for now.

You got to his office and found yourself staring at the dark wood, hesitating to knock on. After taking a deep breath you rapped your knuckles against the door. 

You heard a faint Come in! And you took a deep breath and opened the door slowly to find him sitting at his desk, “Hi Professor Holland.” He was finishing some notes on a student’s essay but his head snapped up immediately at the sound of your voice.

He dropped his pen and sat up, “Please,” he motioned to the seat across from his desk and you smiled gratefully before settling down. “What can I do for you? Everything alright?”

His eyes looked sincere and concerned and you could feel your insides melting a little bit. 

“I just––I really want to do well on this essay,” He nodded for you to continue, “But I’m just not sure if I’m going in the right direction.”

 He nodded understandingly, “Well let’s have a look, shall we?”

You reached down to grab your things when he stood up and walked past you, your eyes following him in confusion. He gestured to the couch, a somewhat impish smile on his face. “Just thought it would be more comfortable––and easier for us to look together, of course.”

You nodded, a small smile on your face as you picked up your bag and sat next to him on the couch. “Right, of course.” It was a loveseat so there wasn’t much room for either of you to distance yourselves.

You got out your computer and opened up the essay. You had already opened it before you got there, not wanting to have to awkwardly wait for it to load. Yes, you overthought things but––it helped sometimes. “I see you came prepared,” he joked and you couldn’t help but smile. He really did notice everything, didn’t he.

“Well I’m really confident about the topic of my essay, I think it’s interesting. But I feel like I may be adding too much into the paper, and I’m not sure if I’m overthinking things or if I should take some things out.” 

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. I meant it when I said I appreciate having you in my class, you know. I always love reading your work. You write well.” 

“Thank you, professor.” Though you saw his eyes darken at the title, he commented on it.

“You can call me Tom when we’re alone, darling. No need for formalities.”

“But I like calling you professor––” Your hand shot up to cover your mouth and you spoke before he could, ignoring his smile, “I mean um. Tom––Okay I can try that.”

His tongue passed under his teeth, a devilish smirk on his face as he watched you squirm under his gaze. “No you know, now I think professor is growing on me.”

You pursed your lips, rolling your eyes. “Prof––Tom.”

He raised his hands in surrender, “Alright alright.” 

“Why don’t you read it to me? It’s easier to see where you can improve when you hear it out loud.”

You swallowed nervously, nodding your head as you brought your laptop closer to you. “O––Okay.”

You started reading your paper out loud, voice becoming slightly steadier as you went on, two fingers scrolling up the trackpad. He made comments as you read, only praise––and with each compliment you felt yourself getting hotter. Very good. Always write so well. Nice point there. Mhm. Good girl, that’s an excellent point. He shifted his way closer to you gradually as you read on and when his thigh touched yours, you had to tell yourself not to jump from the contact.  

He placed his arm on the back of the couch, basically around your shoulder and you had to smush down the urge to throw your computer and climb into his lap. His thighs did look very inviting with the way he was sitting, though. 

He moved closer to you and you could feel his breath cascading down over your shoulder as he brought his hand to the trackpad, his arm over your thigh, fingers scrolling through to where he had a few suggestions. 

When he finished his few remarks, you could hear the proud smile in his voice. “See, I knew it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. You’re a good writer...” He paused and you turned your head slightly to find his lips mere inches from yours, his eyes trained on your mouth. His words were barely a whisper when he spoke up again, “A good student.” You both leaned in slowly and his hand came up to hold your cheek lightly. “Bet you’d be a good girl for me too.” 

You gasped lightly and leaned forward, giving in and finally pressing your lips to his, both your hands grabbing his jaw. He moaned immediately, his body pressing into yours as you twisted to face him, his other hand coming around your waist to pull you in. You felt your laptop slipping off your thighs and squeaked, making the both of you laugh and pull away, flustered. 

“Careful, love.” Tom grabbed the computer and put it down on the floor gently, confirming that you saved your work before pushing the lid closed. 

The air in the room was hot, thanks to Tom in general, but also thanks to what you just did. So you pulled away and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Tom’s pout when he thought you were getting up to leave. Since there wasn’t much space on the couch, you stood up to take your hoodie off and you heard his breath hitch when his eyes fell upon the shirt you were wearing. “Christ-”

“Now what’s this?” Tom said almost to himself, his eyes staring at you in wonder and awe. “Never seen this little number before.” He noticed the clothes you wore? His hands were already aching to feel you again, reaching out for you subconsciously and you bit your lip to calm your smile as you sat back down, letting your sweater fall to the floor softly. 

“What, this old thing?” You joked, looking down at the shirt––yeah, you looked good. “You like it?” You looked up at him, a cheekily innocent look in your eyes.

He put his hands around your waist and pulled you into his lap, enjoying the gasp it elicited from you. You put your hands gingerly on his shoulders and the way he was looking up at you made you never want to leave this position ever again. You tilted your head and licked your lips and Tom couldn’t take it anymore, he kissed you again, hands gripping you firmly, anchoring you to him. He pulled away after a good while, wanting to look at you again, his lips parted, practically panting like an animal. You really had an effect on him, but he did the same to you. 

His eyes were taking you in, basically capturing a mental image for later. “God, you look heavenly, darling.” You squirmed in his lap and bit your lip when you felt a bulge growing underneath you. He leaned forward and left a trail of kisses on the tops of your breasts, leaving a few teasing nips and sucks here and there. You squealed, your hands coming up to run your fingers through his hair. You pulled his head up by his hair and the look in his eyes looked absolutely feral––like he wanted to eat you. 

You were about to lean in and kiss him again when a knock at the door surprised the both of you. You both jumped off of the couch as Tom threw out excuses. “Yeah just a second!” You straightened out your shirt as Tom did the same to his pants and you picked up your things. 

When he saw that you were settled, he took a deep breath and answered the door. His colleague and best friend Professor Osterfield, was standing there, a grin on his face. “You div, are you ever going to be on time for our monthly meetings?––” He stood up straight when he noticed you standing behind Tom. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company.” He looked between the two of you and it seemed as though he pieced everything together. Maybe Tom had told him about you? If he did, you wouldn’t be worried Tom didn’t seem like the type to tell unreliable people his business––and they were best friends after all.

You smiled at him in acknowledgement as moved aside to let you pass. “Sorry,” you looked between the both of them, “I’ll let you get to whatever you have to go to.” You looked at Tom once you were out of his office, “Thank you for the feedback, professor.”

You could see him fighting off his smirk before he replied, “Of course.” His stare was impenetrable as he looked at you, “Feel free to come by whenever.” You could see the hidden meaning in his words and let the hint of a smile show, before nodding and walking off.

Harrison looked at him, a pitiful smile on his face. “I hope you know what you’re doing, mate. You should be careful, for the both of you.”

Tom sighed, not wanting to have this conversation. “I know, man. Let’s go.” 

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You found yourself missing Tom as soon as you left. God, this was kind of pathetic. But at least your feelings weren’t necessarily one sided––he did say you made him nervous too after all. You doubt he’d say that if he just wanted to fuck you––he was better than most men. And sure you might be a little biased, but at the end of the day he had a good heart and he was educated. So bonus. 

When you stepped into your dorm, your roommate was sitting on her bed, snacks in hand as she looked at you expectantly. “Now these,” she gestured to the food on her bed, “are either for a story time, to rebuild your energy or both.” 

You laughed and changed into your pajamas, starting to tell your best friend about everything that just happened. She often interrupted with her reactions and comments.

Oh. My. God.

Shut. Up.

You’re fucking lying! 

“But we didn’t fuck.”

“Boo––”

“Yes, boo.” You laughed, “Professor Osterfield knocked at the door and dragged him off to a meeting so.” You shrugged.

“Professor Osterfield...is that the hot blond one?” You nodded and she continued expressing her feelings for the man. “I’d let him teach me a few things––”

“Literally bye.”

She laughed, “What? Come on have you seen him––”

“I’m a little preoccupied with another professor to be honest.”

She nodded, handing you a bag of chips as you settled in your bed. “True. And oh how lucky you are.” You smiled in agreement. 

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Today was the day the essay was due and though you normally handed it in at the beginning of class, for once, you didn’t and you could feel Tom’s gaze following you as you walked up the steps to your seat without so much as a glance in his direction. You’d stopped by his office a few times over the past two weeks since Harrison interrupted you, but you never did anything more than kissing and grinding. You were both too scared of getting caught, but that doesn’t mean you hadn’t thought about doing more in there.  

Tom liked to have physical copies of the essays, just in case technology decides it’s against him (his words), so everyone had until 8pm tonight to drop it off by his office. You were definitely going to use that to your advantage. 

You didn’t wear anything provocative to class, you didn’t really want that kind of attention today, plus you knew that Tom’s interest in you wasn’t solely based on your appearance. So you put the revealing items on under your clothing. And honestly, the thought that no one knew what you were wearing underneath it all only excited you even further. 

You crossed your legs, relieving your tension and biting your lip as class went on, enjoying how flustered Tom would be every time he looked at you. You felt so submissive when you were alone with him, but when you were in public like this? Free to tease him subtly from a distance? That’s where you had all the power. 

You had him blushing and stuttering throughout the whole class, though it wouldn’t have been easy for everyone else to notice, for you it was so obvious. He kept rubbing his hands together, pacing around as his eyes darted to you every few minutes. At one point he went over to sit down at his desk, which he rarely did while teaching––and you were fairly certain it was to hide a bulge in his pants. All thanks to you. 

In the middle of the class, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag and pulled it out just to see if it was an emergency. You were pleasantly surprised and could feel your whole body react when you noticed who the message was from.

Tom: Having fun, are you?

Your eyes shot up to the front of the room and you bit your lip to contain your smile when you noticed him glaring at you.

Y/N: I always have fun in this class, professor ;)

You put your phone away afterwards and focused on the class, knowing it was killing Tom that you weren’t giving him more attention. Your heart was racing and your panties had a wet patch by the time class was over. You had a feeling he was going to try to keep you after class, so you hurried up and gathered your things, sighing in relief when a few students went up to his desk to talk to him. 

You smirked to yourself and headed straight for the door, your head high on your shoulders. But just as you were about two feet from the exit, Tom spoke up. 

“I assume I’ll be seeing you later, Miss Y/L/N?”

You turned around, eyes slightly widening as you noticed him, the group of students near him.

He smirked slyly, “To turn in your paper, remember?” His eyes were giving you a knowing look.

You swallowed, nodding as you smiled at him innocently. “Of course, professor.” You enjoyed the way his eyes darkened only slightly, only noticeable to you. “See you then.” With that you walked out.

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You practically skipped to his office at around 7:45, before knocking at the door, four knocks in a specific pattern––the code you’d made together. 

“Come in, darling!”

You walked in and quickly shut the door, a chuckle escaping you. “You know someone could hear you from the outside one day, right?”

He shrugged, “I’ll just blame it on my accent. Could call everyone darling, they don’t know any better.”

You laughed. “Okay well––Professor Holland,” you said, loving the way he looked at you when you uttered his title. “I brought this for you.” You took out the printed essay and placed it on his desk.

He pushed his chair out, his eyes following your every move as he spread his legs. “Oh is that right?” 

You took the invitation and took your reserved seat in his lap, linking your arms around his neck as you looked down at him. “Mhm, still want a good grade in this class you know. You are my favorite professor after all.”

He smirked smugly, licking his lips. “And you,” he kissed your lips before pulling away briefly, “Are my favorite girl.” He brought his hands up your back and pulled you into him as he kissed you again. This time, longer and deeper, wanting to feel you as much as possible. “Teased me so much in class today.” You smiled into the kiss and he continued, “Almost wanted to take you over my knee right there in front of everyone.” 

You moaned audibly and he brought his hand up to your neck, gripping you softly but firmly, giving you room to pull away if you didn’t approve. When you leaned further into his grip, he grinned and pulled you closer. You started grinding down on him, basking in the desperate groans and sighs you were coaxing out of him, the way his movements became more frantic as he bucked into you. 

After debating with yourself in your head for a moment––struggling to think properly with his hands all over you, you got off of his lap and smiled at the small whines of protest he let out before reaching for his belt. You made eye contact with him and noticed how wide his eyes were, hopeful, hungry, but hesitant. 

His hands reached for yours, “You don’t have to, darling. If anything I should be doing this first. God knows I’ve thought about it.”

You pouted, trying your best to ignore his words and focus on the task at hand. “But I want to,” you kissed his cheek, “I wanna make you feel good, professor.” He nodded, barely able to speak.

“Yeah? You wanna be a good girl for me?” 

You nodded eagerly, licking your lips as he pulled himself out of his trousers. “More than anything. Wanna make up for earlier.” You got down on your knees, mouth practically salivating at the way his member stood tall against his abdomen, his tip leaking with precum. 

Your hand wrapped around him just as a knock sounded at the door. Professor?

The both of your eyes widened, the both of you looking around for some sort of answer before he ushered you under the desk, tucking himself back in hastily, pulling his chair as much as he could and sitting at the edge, hiding his unbuttoned and unbuckled pants. Luckily for the both of you, the back of the desk reached the floor, so whoever it was wouldn’t be able to see you hiding underneath. “Uh––Come in!”

The person walked in and you recognized the sound of her voice, she often spoke up in the lectures. You couldn’t remember her name, though. You do, however, remember that she often spoke up only to get Tom’s attention. You’d heard her gush about him in the halls just outside his class in the hopes of him hearing her. You couldn’t blame her, but the thought still irked you. “I just wanted to give you my paper. I hope it’s not too late.” 

Tom checked the time on his watch, 7:58. “Nope,” he laughed breathlessly, trying to compose himself, “Not too late at all, in fact just in time.” 

She handed her paper to Tom and he gave her a tight-lipped smile, trying his best not to think about the fact that your hands were trailing up his thighs and that he could feel your warm breath hitting the exposed part of his member––he really hadn’t payed attention when he tucked himself back in. 

Before he could send the girl who’s name you still hadn’t remembered off, she took a seat across from him and he swallowed nervously, a little frustrated since he was so close to getting his cock in his girl’s mouth. 

It seemed that you somehow read his thoughts because as soon as the girl kept talking for another two minutes, you pulled his member out and stroked him, licking up his shaft and he tensed, taking every ounce of self control he had not to look down at you. His hand reached down and held your cheek gently, just wanting to feel you. You nuzzled into his palm and he had to bite his lip to suppress his smile, not wanting the student across from him to think his endearing expression was meant for her. 

You honestly completely tuned out all the words she was saying, your sole focus pleasuring Tom. But you didn’t miss the flirty and falsely innocent tone in her voice. You couldn’t see her but she was no doubt batting her eyelashes at him as well. 

When she made a comment about how good his shirt looked on him, you couldn’t help yourself, you sucked his tip into your mouth with no warning, making him groan unexpectedly. You paused, eyes wide and playful as your mouth stayed around him.

“Are you okay professor?” 

He let out a strained smile, “Yes, Emma, Sorry––” So her name was Emma. “I just uh banged my knee on the desk.”

She hummed a small okay and went on.

He caught your eye, trying his best to keep his expression neutral, but boy was it hard. Especially when you were looking up at him like that, with his cock in your mouth. You licked around his tip and lowered your mouth around him and he had to force himself to focus on the girl who was still talking to him.

You were not playing fair but quite frankly you didn’t care. You were making him feel good and yourself too. Your hand was pumping him, your tongue swirling around him as quietly as you could, while your other hand found its place between your thighs. 

In the middle of Emma’s speech, Tom’s eyes drifted down and widened, his breath getting caught in his throat when he noticed your other hand, moving between your legs. He stuttered out an excuse, unable to tear his eyes away from you for a moment, “Uh, Emma I’m so sorry––I just have so much work to do, but feel free to come back––” he paused to swallow when you sucked harder around him in reaction to his invitation. “Come back next week if you have any problems or anything else you’d like to discuss.”

She hesitantly but respectfully said goodbye and was on her way, closing the door behind her.

Tom’s hands immediately shot down to hold your head, his mouth dropped open as he watched you, approaching his high. “Shit, that’s it darling that’s it. So fucking good for me.”

“I’m gonna cum––” he warned. You simply hummed around him and sped up your movements, feeling yourself clench as he panted, his hips bucking slightly as he came into your mouth. You unfortunately weren’t able to cum but you were sure there’d be other chances. You popped off of him and swallowed his load before licking up his length teasingly slow. “Fuck, such a good girl.”

He pulled his chair out and brought you up to stand between his legs, tiling his head to look up at you, his hands rubbing up and down the backs of your thighs absentmindedly. “Was someone a little jealous?”

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but failing to fix your annoyed facial expression. “Maybe.”

He tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, chuckling as he squeezed your cheek. “I’m yours.” He pecked your lips, before looking in your eyes, “And I’m most definitely repaying the favor when we get home. I mean––if you want to, of course.” Home. 

You couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah––Okay.” 

You’d never been to Tom’s house before so this felt like sort of a big deal to you, but you were going to try and calm your racing thoughts and heart. You and Tom agreed that you would go around the corner of the building for him to pick you up in his car, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you.

As soon as you were settled in, seatbelt on, Tom drove off and honestly the thrill of having to hide was exciting to the both of you. His hand was gripping your thigh throughout the whole drive and you could tell it was meant as a reminder that he was there for you, but also that he could barely contain himself. 

Seeing Tom drive you, the flashing street lights illuminating his face, highlighting his jawline, his hand gripping your thigh––this was a sight you knew you wanted to see more. The intimacy of it all made you warm inside and the feeling of Tom’s fingertips digging into your skin only riled you up further.

You leaned over to kiss his cheek and he smiled at the feeling of your soft lips drifting over his skin. “Darling––” His words were cut off by a harsh moan when you trailed your lips down to his sweet spot, the noise almost too loud for the quiet, tense air in the car.

You teased, licked and bit at his skin, not afraid to leave marks. It was Friday now, if anyone saw them on Monday, they would just assume he’d had an eventful weekend. Honestly, the thought that no one would know that you were the one who left those marks excited you––it would be a secret between you and Tom, a thing for the two of you to share on your own.

Tom’s hands were now gripping the wheel and your thigh with force, trying to get his bearings. “You’re being very naughty today, love. Can’t say that I don’t love it though.”

You smiled sinfully into his neck, continuing your actions. Your hand slid over his thigh teasingly slow to rest on his bulge, fingers squeezing ever so softly and he practically jolted in his seat. “Christ––love unless you want me to crash this car I suggest you stop.”

You pulled away, satisfied with how much you’d riled him up. He almost whined at the loss of contact, subconsciously upset that you’d actually stopped. But as your hand reached back down to find its place between your thighs, his tone shifted. 

“Don’t you dare touch what’s mine. That’s my job.”

You actually felt a shiver pass through your body and you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of his dominant voice, excited for what was to come.

When you made it to his apartment, you barely had time to take in the scenery and take off your shoes and jackets before he dragged you to his room. But from what you saw, the decor was simple but elegant, much like Tom. His bedroom was the same, but again, you weren’t too focused on it.

He turned on the dim light in his room, wanting to be able to see you as he pleased you. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your waist, looking deep into your eyes. “You still want this?” 

You nodded absolutely certain. “Want you to take me.”

His pupils dilated and he pulled your shirt up and over your head, licking his lips, eyes widening when he noticed what you were wearing and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Christ, were you wearing this all day?” 

You nodded again. “The underwear’s matching too. Wanna see?”

He got down on his knees, a teasing but desperate tone to his voice. “You’re a smart girl, don’t ask stupid questions.” He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down along with your socks, mouth dropping open as he got to see the full set. 

You ran your hands up and down your body teasingly as he stood up. “Do you like it?”

He shook his head, smiling in disbelief, “Again with the silly questions, love.” He leaned in to kiss you, pulling away to take off his clothes. “You look like a goddess, darling.” You could feel your skin heating up from his words and his stare. He pulled you in for another kiss before bringing you onto the bed.

You lied down in the middle and spread your legs, waiting for him eagerly as he lied down between them. “Can’t fucking wait to taste you, love.” 

He pulled your panties over to the side and licked into you, his tongue softly swiping through your folds. His eyes rolled back as he moaned into you, “Taste just as perfect as you look.” He slid his hands around your thighs and pulled you in closer, smiling at the small squeak you let out.

His tongue was exploring you, finding all the spots and all the tricks that made your toes curl and your breath hitch. He was keeping this all to memory, memorizing the way you feel, the way you look. When your breaths quickened and your fingers tugged at his curls, he locked his arm around your stomach, slid one, then two fingers inside of you and sped up his movements, moving his head from side to side as he hummed onto your clit. 

Your body tensed and you held onto him for dear life as the knot in your stomach gave out, the pleasure spreading all throughout your body. Your mouth dropped open in ecstasy, your neck craning back and Tom couldn’t look away from you. You looked like a painting and he wanted to commit it to memory. 

He let go of you and kissed his way up your body, soothing you with his lips. Your legs were still twitching slightly, your stomach clenching and unclenching when his kisses reached your cheek. “Look so pretty when you come for me.” He kissed along your jaw, “Can’t believe you’ve deprived me of such a beautiful sight for so long.” He kissed your lips and tugged your bottom one between his teeth, before looking at you, eyes wide, “You gonna give me the privilege of seeing it again?” 

You smiled, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks. “You can see it whenever you want. As long as you’re the one making it happen.” You pulled him to you and kissed him, the both of you moaning into the small gaps between your mouths. 

He started to pull away but you whined and pulled him back making him smile. “I’ve gotta get a condom, love.”

He tried to get up again but you pulled him back down, “M’on the pill Tommy.” You looked up at him, pouting and he almost gasped––the effect you had on him was insane. “Just fuck me please.”

He didn’t need anymore convincing, grabbing a hold of his cock and swiping it through your folds, groaning out loud at how good your wetness felt. You bucked your hips and realizing you were getting desperate, he finally slid into you and all your senses immediately tuned into him. 

Just like your dream––All of your senses were in overdrive. All you could feel were the hands tracing every curve of your body, playing you like a toy they’d made themselves. All you could hear was that sweet, rough voice telling you praises and calling you endearing names as your whole body shivered from the pleasure. 

His eyes were watching your face, taking you in as he thrusted into you, making sure you were enjoying everything he was giving you. You felt absolutely amazing and so did he. “So perfect for me, darling. That’s it.” He bit his lip and sped up, making your jaw drop as you stared into his eyes, completely open and vulnerable to him. His touch was tantalizing, even better than your fantasies which only meant you’d become more addicted to him and what he could do to you.

He grunted, angling his hips when he found your spot, hitting it over and over, bringing his hand down to play with your clit. “Told you I wanted to see you cum again, pretty girl. So you’re gonna cum then I’m gonna fill you up. That sound okay?”

You nodded eagerly, eyes watching his every move as your hands gripped his arms, your thighs burning invitingly as they stretched around him with every thrust. Then you uttered that one word that always had him almost inappropriately weak for you. “Want to be full of you, professor.”

His jaw slacked and he paused for a slight moment before picking up his pace, faster than before, hips chasing after both your highs, fingers still rubbing you just the way he learned, just the way you liked. “Fuck-–”

A few more thrusts and flicks of his wrist and you were tensing under him, your pussy clenching around him as he let out broken curses and moans, losing his rhythm and releasing into you with a groan. 

He rested some of his weight on you for a moment, the both of you smiling and laughing breathlessly as you took in the moment. Your hands came up to play with his curls and he sighed, leaning into your touch. He lowered his head into the crook of your neck and left a few soft kisses, coaxing some sighs from you as well.  

After a moment, he rolled over and took you with him, making you nuzzle further into him, his arm wrapped around you, your leg slung over his waist. His hand was rubbing up to your ass and down to your thigh, lulling you to sleep while simultaneously riling you up again. 

He kissed your forehead and you kissed his chest in response. “That was fucking amazing, love.”

You nodded and hummed in agreement, “Even better than my dreams.”

He pulled back to look at you, you could hear his heartbeat quicken and you tried to hide your face in his chest. “You had dreams about this too?”

That made you lift your head up to look at him. You could see in his eyes that he wasn’t joking but you were still slightly shocked. “Too?”

He smiled, licking his lips, “Well maybe we should discuss them, and try them out for ourselves.” His hand found its way between your legs again, making you moan but that didn’t stop you from responding.

You nodded, “For research purposes, of course.”

“Of course.” He grinned, “See, I knew I taught you well.” He leaned in to kiss you deeply, “My girl’s the perfect student.” 

You spent hours exploring each other's bodies as you reenacted your dreams, both exceeding each other's expectations every time. By the time you fell asleep in each other's arms, it was late at night and you were sweaty, and tired, but overwhelmingly pleased.

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The next Friday, it was halloween. Liz had somehow convinced you to go to a halloween party with her. On top of that it was a frat party. And even worse, you dressed up as a school girl because it was all last minute and you didn’t have any time to get a costume. 

“Oh come on Y/N, you look hot!”

You turned in the full length mirror to look at your ass that was almost visible in this mini skirt. “You think so?”

“Duh.”

And that’s all the convincing you needed to go out. You needed a little college fun. You hadn’t been to a party in who knows how long because you were always focusing on your work. You deserved this. Also Liz said it was a celebration of your “lay”, yes, she said lay. 

“I’m just saying you cannot let me get with him again.”

“Liz it’s literally his frat house that we’re going to and we both know you have little to no self control.”

“Well damn. You couldn’t have sugar coated it?”

“What, you want me to throw a packet of splenda on you?” You joked.

She shoved you, “Dude shut up,” she laughed.

You looked down at your bare thighs that were only partly covered by your thigh high socks and rubbed your arms, regretting not bringing a jacket when Liz spoke up again. “Oh shit, is that Professor Holland?”

Your eyes shot up and made direct eye contact with him. He was wearing a hoodie and some sweats but he still looked great as usual. His eyes trailed down your body and soon your shivers were no longer because of the cold. 

“I’ll just wait here.” Liz said suggestively and you walked over to Tom. 

“H–Hi.”

He put his hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to touch you, he didn’t know who was around. “Well hello to you too.” He looked into your eyes, a smirk on his face. You rubbed your arms quickly for warmth, and Tom had to control himself to not look at your chest, even though he could see your nipples hardening from the weather through your shirt. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and take you home. 

“Any plans?” You asked.

“No, I'm just about to go home. I’m uh guessing you have somewhere to be?” His eyes traced your figure again.

“Yeah um me and Liz are going to a frat party.” You pointed back to your friend and gave him a small smile and shrug. “She convinced me.”

He wanted to kiss you so bad but he had to restrain himself.

“Be safe tonight, yeah?” His eyes were comforting, as they always were, but this felt almost more personal? Almost like he didn’t want you to go. And honestly, after seeing him, you almost didn’t want to either. You never defined your relationship with him, so honestly right now he was like a friend with benefits––professor with benefits, if you will. 

You nodded, licking your lips nervously. “O––Okay. I will. You be safe too!”

His eyes followed you as you walked off, your friend pulling you along, obviously whispering to you, probably about him. You looked so fucking good and everyone else was going to see that too. It’s not like he owned you or anything, but part of him really wished he could claim you, openly care for you and be affectionate. His thoughts were a mix of wholesome and raunchy and he had no idea how to act.

He almost felt wrong but he couldn’t get the thoughts out of his mind, the way you looked up at him sheepishly, the innocent look in your eyes while you were wearing that mini skirt. His cock was bulging in his boxers ever since he first laid eyes on you. When he got home, he made his way to his bed, undressing almost immediately. Lying down in the middle of the bed, just where you were days before brought a flood of memories into his mind, only making his member throb even more. He tugged at his cock, spitting in his hand to make it slick.

Images of you were flashing in his mind as he sped up his movements, desperate for a release. 

He was dying to get a taste of you again. The memory of the way you felt under his fingertips, the way your muscles clenched when he hit the right spots. The way you tasted when you were dripping onto his tongue. The way you looked at him when you came, your lips parted to release broken moans and whimpers. The way your fingers gripped his curls as your body tensed. It was all enough to make him spill over his hand, his breaths coming out in quick pants as his head dropped back onto the pillow.

“Fuck.” He really had it bad for you. 

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Tom had texted you during class on Tuesday to meet him in his office when you were done with classes for the day. When you stepped into the room, he locked the door immediately, bringing you over to his desk, his lips chasing yours. Screw worrying about people hearing you, he wanted you. Now. 

“God, just seeing you in that tight little costume––you have no idea how badly I wanted to ravish you. The thought of all those dumb frat boys seeing you in all your glory like that––I was absolutely beside myself.” So that’s what this was about. His hand came up to hold your cheek, his eyes fiercely staring into yours and you nuzzled into his touch, your hand holding his wrist softly and his eyes softened at the sight of you.

“I’m gonna absolutely devour you.” You gasped and he smiled, pulling your pants along with panties down. He sat you down on his desk and got down on his knees, licking his lips. “As soon as I got a taste of you, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go without it ever again.” He kissed your thigh, looking up at you. “You gonna let me have a taste again? Wanna make you feel good, lovie.”

You nodded, swallowing roughly, “Y––Yeah. Yes please.”

He chuckled breathlessly, “Such a polite little thing you are.” He kissed his way from your inner thigh to your center before licking a torturously slow stripe from your hole to your clit. You let out a sigh and gripped the desk, your fingertips becoming lighter at how hard you were already holding it.

His hands held your thighs open, putting them over his shoulders, holding you in place. His tongue was languidly licking you up and down, savoring your taste and your moans, coaxing them out of you one by one, nonstop. He looked up at you and your breath got caught in your throat, the look in his eyes fierce, almost as if he could see your bare soul and he clearly liked what he saw. He brought his lips to close around your heat after every other swipe of his tongue, passionately kissing your heat. 

“So fucking good, angel. Always the best for me.”

You nodded, licking your lips, one of your hands coming to grab at his curls, making him growl into you. “Only for you, Tommy.”

He didn’t stop his tongue or his lips until you came, your back arching, fingers frantically grabbing for whatever you could hold, lip trapped between your teeth to muffle the moans that so desperately wanted to escape into the quiet air of the room. He kept going until you had to pull his head away from you, overwhelmed by all the pleasure and scared that you would scream and alert everyone in the building about what you were up to.

His hands were caressing your thighs, eyes looking at you in awe, almost too innocently for what you’d just done. He stood up between your legs and leaned in to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and his lips. 

He pulled away to look at you, hands holding your hips as your legs wrapped around his waist. You brought your arms up to link around his neck, looking up at him appreciatively and absolutely spent. “So do you think I should wear school girl outfits more often?”

He laughed, his hands holding you tighter, “If you do, my head is never leaving between your thighs.”

You smiled cheekily, batting your lashes at him. “Promise?”

He’d never gotten down on his knees quicker in his life. Let’s just say it took you another hour before you left his office.

 ❊❊❊❊

Over the past few weeks it had become a routine for you to go over to Tom’s office to seemingly “work on your assignments and review,” so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to show up unannounced Friday afternoon. Without meaning to, though, it seemed you showed up a little too early, and ended up overhearing part of Tom and Harrison’s conversation. 

“I can tell Y/N means a lot to you, mate. Don’t lie.” Your heart dropped to your stomach as you skidded just in front of the door, about to turn the corner inside. You backed up and stayed pressed to the wall. Luckily no one really stopped by this side of the building at this time on a Friday, so no one would find you snooping around in the middle of the hallway. 

“No I just––”

No. He said no––Okay you weren’t going to freak out. This always happens in the movies, and then the main character runs away before hearing the most important part and they overreact. So you decided to just...wait it out. 

So you waited and waited. And the more the silence overwhelmed you, the louder it got. You could feel the tears starting to form in your eyes because you really thought your feelings were mutual. But just as you inched your foot backwards to walk away, he spoke up again, his voice quiet. 

“She means everything to me, man. I––It scares me, honestly. I just don’t want to mess it up.” 

This time the tears fully formed in your eyes, but for the absolute opposite reason. You smiled and wiped at your eyes, not even bothering to hide anymore as you turned the corner, surprising Tom, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance. Harrison turned around to see you and his gaze filled with concern as well. 

“Tom––” your voice was quiet but there was a smile on your face. 

“Darling––” He rushed over to you and grabbed your hands, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs to catch the few tears that escaped. “What’s wrong, are you alright?”

Your hands came up to hold his wrists as you looked into his eyes, “I heard you talking.” 

His face dropped in realization and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 

Harrison cleared his throat and subtly made his way out, “You guys have some things to discuss.” He put a hand on your shoulder and you both smiled at each other appreciatively before he walked out, shutting the door behind him. 

Tom took your hands and brought you over to the couch. “I hope I didn’t scare you off, love.”

You shook your head immediately, even climbing in his lap to prove him wrong and he smiled gratefully. “No! It’s just that we never really talked, you know, about us.” He nodded and you took that as a sign to continue, enjoying the way his hands subconsciously slipped under your shirt to rub at your skin soothingly. “I like you Tom, obviously. But I like you a lot.” You linked your hands behind his neck. “I think I might be falling for you.”

His eyes started tearing up as well, as he smiled, “Yeah well, I think I’ve already fallen for you, darling.” 

You looked into his eyes and your smile brightened, “Okay maybe I lied––I’ve definitely already fallen for you as well.”

You both laughed lovingly, pulling each other in for a sweet kiss.“Look,” Tom started, licking his lips. “I don’t know what this means for our future, but all I know is I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.” 

You kissed his lips softly, “Well I don’t plan on leaving any time soon either.” 

“Good.” He looked at you and you felt as though your soul was out and open for him to hold and love. “Cause you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N and I don’t ever want to lose you.” 

You could feel your eyes tearing up again. This felt good. This felt like home.

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[tomhollandfics]

Teacher!Tom

* = smut

* Adore - @duskholland

your history professor is remarkably attractive and you can't quite seem to kick the crush that you've managed to develop on him

* Under The Table - @duskholland

professor holland has a special assignment for you...

Here Comes The Sun - @waitimcomingtoo

teacher!tom has an unruly elementary class to put up with but things change when the new music teacher shows up - eventually feelings develop between the two and only their students are willing to do something about it

* After Hours - @cornacopicimagines

it’s wrong, y/n tells herself, she can’t help it though, she can’t help fantasising about him - at the other end of the class, tom tells himself to stop staring at her, it’s creepy, he thinks - neither one knows of the mutual pining that is until tension bubbles over

All Thanks To A Projector - @tomsteaandbiscuits

there’s a new teacher at the high school you teach at and he is very attractive

Little Cupid - @loserholland

what happens when your five year old tries to set you up with her kindergarten teacher?

* Teachers - @marvelouspeterparker

your colleague is insufferable, really - the way he’s so cocky, so lenient with his students, so nonchalant, so attractive with no effort whatsoever - you hate him, really

* Office Hours - @screamholland

you’re more than nervous for your first year of being a teaching assistant, but you have the help of your professor, dr. thomas holland - after spending late nights in coffee shops or his peaceful study, a chemistry blossoms between you two that slowly becomes more than teacher-student - it leaves you to make a choice; to leave your relationship professional or take it a step further

Gold Rush - @spideyspeaches

he taught british history and you chastise yourself for not auditing for that subject earlier

Mr. Holland - @quacksonhq

y/n's son attends kindergarten for the first time, and it just so happens that mr. holland is the teacher

Monday Mornings - @blissfulparker

you and tom like to keep your relationship private - but when he leaves his laptop charger at home you only want to be a good girlfriend and give it to him but accidentally expose everything

My Rapunzel - @farfromharry

being a college professor means tom’s working from home in these difficult times, spending a lot more time with his angel of a daughter and his beautiful girlfriend, who by the way is definitely his favourite princess

Stay With Me - @evermoreholland

tom has been overworking himself and you take care of him

* Behind Closed Doors - @hollandcrush

your mind paid no attention to his words only to the way his hands clenched, extenuating his veins under his rolled up sleeves - this little affair between you and your english professor had been going on for a while

Handsome Man - @hoodieofholland

you think your professor is a really good-looking man and let it slip out of your mouth

Caught In The Act - @ptersmj

you and tom are dating but their students don’t know it, until they see one of them walk past the others zoom class

* Professor 'Fuck Me A Lot' - @deepika-padukone

you catch tom in a compromising position

* Dear Teacher - @sam-hollandsgirl

professor tom takes a liking to you

* I Wanna Wear Your Tie - @tom-holland-parker

tom takes a liking to one of his students for being so smart - he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears until one day, after class, he asks her to hang back

Boys Have Cooties - @illicitlimerence-writes

you and tom are both middle-school teachers

Art And Drama - @fics-for-my-heart

everyone can see it but the two of you

* Of Pubs And Profs - @creme-bruhlee

you have what you consider the best night of your life, but discover that it was with the worst person possible

Temptations (Series) - @spideyssunshine

what happens when a sexy literature professor and student fall for one another over zoom?

All Nighters - @pparkersbitch

tom helps you with your homework

Give Me A Week - @tomhollanddaily

tom's your professor but there's an underlying mutual crush

My Office - @hllandstom

it was the end of the semester at the johns hopkins - she was a brilliant student and was used to be on the top 3 of all her classes, except his - tom didn’t understand how an amazing with that much of merits could fail just one single class, but she did

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fanfic #teacher!tom #teacher!tom holland #professor!tom #professor!tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine

[little-diable]

Tides of Drowned Affections - Prof!Tom Holland

Since it was such a close tie between prof!Tom and fake dating I decided to just combine both options. I simply had to use this very picture of Tom – like, Jesus Christ. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has never been close with her family, but when she's ordered to come home for her sister's wedding, (y/n) is in need of a helping hand. Or: When a panic attack is the reason Professor Holland takes on the role of the reader's boyfriend.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), panic attacks, the reader's family is awful, lots of fluff, fake dating to real lovers, profxstudent relationship (6k words)

Pairing: Professor!Tom Holland x TA!fem!reader

Panic. An emotion so blinding, one couldn’t help but feel like they’ve lost their grip on their surroundings, arms not strong enough to keep on guiding them through the rough waves of an ocean so dark even creatures of the night feared the thick blanket they’d end up in. A sensation so strong one's body couldn’t help but let go of whatever forced them to keep on moving, giving up with their heart racing, their lungs aching, and their limbs quivering. A word so simple, yet filled with letters that needed too much time to roll off one’s tongue.

(Y/n) was all too used to this very sensation, body quickly adapting to the waves of panic that would roll upon her, drowning her before she could snap into motion, finding a calm and quiet place to hide. Ever since she had been a young girl, (y/n) had struggled with the sudden attacks her mind pushed her into, forced to endure the physical and mental pain, and now, years after her first ever panic attack, she still hadn’t picked up on her triggers, wondering what set the attacks off. 

“Mom forced me to invite you, so I expect you to turn up.” Her sister’s voice rang through the speakers of (y/n)’s phone, words she no longer picked up on, eyes struggling to stay open, breaths shallow and uneven. With her trembling legs guiding her through the hallways of the building she knew better than her childhood home, (y/n) trusted her body to find shelter in a quiet place. “(Y/n)! Don’t tell me you’re panicking again.”

Before her mind could even begin to form a reply, her thumb had ended the call, cutting off her ranting sister. Tears welled up in her eyes, momentarily making it harder for her to see, pushing past students that didn’t spare the young woman any attention, though scoffing at her whenever she collided with their shoulders or bags. 

The familiar building had always felt like home to her, the warm atmosphere lingering in the air, cosying her along, stroking her limbs like an invisible hug, but today the white hallways had nothing calm and quiet to them, making her feel trapped, uneasy, and confused. Her feet came to a sudden halt in front of the office she had been in numerous times before, finding her way to this room every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday morning and afternoon, holding onto the essays she was supposed to grade, the prints she was supposed to hand out. 

With trembling fingers (y/n) tried to unlock the door, miserably failing as the first of many tears to come rolled down her warm cheek. A silent “Fuck” left her lips, skin graced by the marks of her teeth, desperately trying to keep her cries bottled in. She was too focused on the cold key her fingers kept clinging to as if it was her lifeline, to notice the approaching figure. Her breath hitched in her chest as a warm hand gently pushed hers away, grasping the key to unlock the office.

No words were spoken as she was pushed into the room, all too gently. Before (y/n) could even try to blink away her tears, two hands cupped her cheeks, forcing her eyes to get lost in the dark ones staring at her, rich of a colour so brown one couldn’t help but think of autumn evenings, clinging to the smell of coffee, to the warmth that would spread through their system. 

“Deep breaths, love. You can do it.” Professor Holland’s voice rang in her ears, forcing (y/n) to breathe with him. It wasn’t the first time the young professor guided her through one of her attacks, wasn’t the first time he had stumbled upon her in a state like this. “That’s it, you’re doing so well. C’mon, let's sit down.”

With one hand placed on the small of her back, Professor Holland guided her towards the black couch, helping her sit down before he let go of her. Deep breaths were inhaled into her lungs as if she was about to take a dive, preparing her body for the upcoming moments. She watched him fill a glass with water, pushing it into her hand before he finally sat down next to her. Professor Holland’s hand kept stroking her back, drawing shapes onto the fabric of her shirt, not daring to speak up just yet.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) cringed at the croaky sound of her voice, eyes directed onto the wooden flooring of his office, counting the spots and marks she could find. His hand didn’t stop moving, eyes searching her features for a few seconds before he broke the silence that had followed her words. 

“Nothing to apologise for, love. I’m glad I found you, I don't want you going through this alone.” A smile began to widen on her lips, finally able to look at the professor, taking in the handsome face she’d see in her dreams, living a life where they weren’t forced to stick to the hierarchy they were forced to live with. “Want to tell me what set it off this time?”

“T’was my sister, she’s about to get married.” Professor Holland didn’t know much about (y/n)’s family life, yet he had gathered enough information over the past months to understand that she wasn’t close with her family, an outsider those she had grown up with had never accepted. “I won’t survive this, I don’t even know why they want me to come, it’s not like I’ve been invited to other gatherings.” 

His heart clenched in his chest, feeling the pain that dripped from her words, a pain (y/n) was all too used to yet had never managed to get rid of. It had taken her years to accept her fucked up home life, wondering why she had ended up in this very mess, forced away from home, from the parents that have never given her any of their love, from the sister that has always taunted her. As a young girl (y/n) had found herself growing jealous of her friends and the relationship they had with their parents, a blinding pain that had grown rather dull over the past years. 

“You don’t have to go there, don’t force yourself to go through this.” His calm voice managed to rip her out of the ocean of sadness she was swimming through before another wave could drown her, eyes snapping up to meet his. (Y/n) slowly nodded her head, trying to think through the choices she had, and yet she knew that she’d go home either way, a desperate try to find her way back into the family home she hadn’t stepped foot in in years. 

“Is it wrong of me that I kind of want to go back? I don’t know why, but it feels like I have no choice here.” His hand stopped moving, forced away from her back into his lap, but his eyes never strayed from her features, from the trails her salty tears had left behind on her cheeks. 

“You do have a choice, (y/n). But if you really want to go there, I would be happy to accompany you.” She choked on her breaths, wondering if her mind was playing a trick on her. He intensely studied her, waiting for his TA to speak up, and yet she couldn’t. (Y/n) stumbled over her words, not expecting the young professor to offer her a chance like this. 

The two of them had never spent any time outside of his office and classroom together, a strictly professional relationship that had somehow turned into a friendship throughout the past months. He had been right there for her whenever she needed him, helping her through her attacks, helping her with questions about other courses, a guiding hand she was clinging to, scared to ever let go. 

“No, I wouldn’t want you to endure this, I’ll manage. But thank you.” A tight smile was shot his way before her eyes broke contact, focusing on her bag and the essays she still had left to grade. She reached for the stack of papers, hands wiping her cheeks clean in order to distract her racing thoughts, not daring to focus on the offer he had spoken moments ago. 

��Give yourself some time to think about it, my offer still stands.”

……

With her eyes focused on the screen of her laptop, (y/n) found herself rereading the email she had received last night. Her sister’s wedding invite, emailed to her, while the others had probably received a letter, once again proving to (y/n) that her sister didn’t even know where she lived, where her life had guided her to. 

Professor Holland’s voice kept ringing in her ears, weighing her options, trying to paint a picture of the upcoming weeks. How would she even explain to her family that he was her professor, the man she was working for? How would she explain to those that wanted to see her fail that she was still single, preferring to focus on her studies rather on men that would eventually break her heart? 

Her fingers itched, wanting to reach for her phone, wanting to call him, to take him up on his offer. And as (y/n) reread the simple “I expect you to turn up” her sister had added to the email, she finally gave in. It took the professor a few rings to pick up the phone, speaking her name all too brightly.

“I, uhm, do you still want to go to the wedding with me?” A chuckle left the man, forcing her lips to give into the smile wanting to widen. 

“Of course I do. It’s next weekend, right? Email me the information you have and we'll figure it out together.” 

……

“Thank you, professor.” He had taken her bag from her, stuffing it into his boot before he opened the passenger door for her. Both were about to leave their city, driving through the country to make their way to (y/n)’s childhood home, to the family she didn’t want to see, to old memories she had buried six feet under as if the old (y/n) had been killed by her own hands. 

“I think we can switch to first names now, Tom’s just fine, love.” Heat filled her body, a warmth so unfamiliar her heart couldn’t help but skip a few beats. She whispered his name as Tom rounded the car, checking his phone one last time before he started his car. It would take them a few hours to make it to their destination, forced to spend time together with no way out, allowing the two to learn more about one another. 

“Tell me about your family, what should I know about them?” Her eyes were focused on the road ahead, on the passing by buildings, and the unfamiliar faces she’d never seen again. An all too familiar nervousness began to spread through her system, making her tense in the comfortable leather seat of his SUV.

“There’s not much to know, I don’t even know the man my sister’s marrying. I last saw them when I left home to study. But I think my parents will like you, they are quite good at faking our relationship when others are around.” His hand found her knee before (y/n) could even begin to understand what he was doing, eyes finding the slender fingers of his. Tom squeezed her knee, silently encouraging her to keep on talking, promising her that he was right there, that he wouldn’t let go. “I don’t know how to explain to them why you’re coming with me, but I doubt they’ll start a conversation with me.”

(Y/n) watched his eyebrows furrow, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, pondering over his words for a few moments before he spoke up. His hand didn’t dare move away from her knee, breaking every law and rule the two were supposed to stick to, breaking the professional barrier they’ve built over the past months. 

“We can always tell them that I’m your partner, they don’t have to know anything else. If you’re comfortable with that of course.” Tom tried to pull his hand away, seemingly picking up on the unprofessionalism of his gestures, suddenly panicking deep inside. (Y/n)’s hand darted out to find his, placed on top of his warm fingers, slowly interlacing hers with his. 

“I’d like that, thank you, Tom.” 

……

“Welcome, come on in.” (Y/n) had a hard time focusing on her mother’s piercing eyes, filled with a bleakness so familiar, she felt herself being hauled back in time, stuck in the body of her younger self. Her body screamed at her to hide, to duck her head – a desperate try to escape her mother’s wrath. But the hand Tom had placed on her waist gave (y/n) enough reassurance, faking a smile. “You didn’t tell us you’re bringing someone, (y/n).”

(Y/n) had to bite down the “We haven’t spoken since last year” that threatened to leave her, only murmuring a small “Sorry”. 

“It’s good to meet you, I’m Tom, (y/n)’s boyfriend.” Her mother seemingly froze, eyes flickering between the two of them before she slowly took the hand Tom had stretched out for her to shake. Before either one of them could speak up, (y/n)’s sister appeared, eyes wandering up and down (y/n)’s frame, unable to bite down the annoyance flushing through her system. 

“If we had known you’re bringing a date we would have prepared a bigger room for you, but I’m sure the guest cabin will do just fine.” (Y/n)’s mind got stuck on the first part of her sister’s sentence, unable to stop herself from asking the question rolling off her tongue.

“What happened to my room?” Her mother’s and sister’s laugh echoed through the entrance hall of their mansion, eyes finding one another’s features. Tom tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer with a sigh leaving him, already fed up with the way (y/n) was being treated. 

“Oh please, (y/n). You’re never home, you didn’t expect us to leave it for you to return, did you?” No reply left (y/n), struggling to breathe through the sadness that once again found its way back to her, the only emotion she could clearly identify, stuck in an overwhelming mess of different sensations. “Anyways, you remember the way to the guest cabin? We will eat dinner at six.”

With a nod shot their way, (y/n) started moving, pushing past the mother-daughter-duo with Tom hot on her heels. No words were spoken as she guided him through the mansion, finally finding their way outside. She had her eyes focused on the small cabin that had been built on the other end of the big garden years ago, following the stone path. 

“Are you okay?” Tom broke the silence the second the door to the cabin fell shut, allowing the two to finally breathe. He pulled her into his chest the second he noticed the way her shoulders were slumped, heavy breaths leaving her aching lungs. (Y/n) couldn’t help but deeply inhale his scent, the mixture of cologne and tea she loved all too much, a scent that managed to still her racing heart. 

“I’m sorry about them.” She murmured her words against the fabric of his shirt, eyes fluttering close once again as Tom’s hand found the back of her head, cradling her even closer. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s not your fault they are treating you like this. We’ll have our fun, I promise.”

……

Her eyes couldn’t find something to focus on, wandering through the room that had nothing familiar to it. She was surrounded by a few familiar though mainly unfamiliar faces, people that were getting lost in conversations with one another. (Y/n) was sitting next to Tom, vis-à-vis her father and mother. Years ago their dining room had been (y/n)’s favourite place in the big mansion, a room filled with quietness for most parts of the day, allowing the girl to eat her meals on her own, while the others stuck to a routine different to hers. 

“So, Tom, what do you do?” Her father’s gruff voice ripped (y/n) out of her trance, eyes flickering back to the features of her father. The man had clearly aged, and yet (y/n) had never seen much of him to tell what had changed about him, besides the now grey hairs of his. 

“I’m a professor, I teach and do research at the university (y/n) works at.” Tom’s voice had an all too friendly undertone to it, a sound (y/n) was all too used to. She had always admired the kindness he exuded, the way he took his time to explain subjects to those that clearly struggled, and yet he always made his students feel important, giving them enough reasons to do well on their homework, on his difficult exams. 

“I assume you’re not working in the same department as (y/n)? We wouldn’t want people to think our daughter is sleeping around for good grades and a well paid salary.” Tom choked on the sip of wine he had just forced down his throat, eyes changing to an even darker tone, filled with anger, disgust, and confusion. While (y/n) was used to her parents' demotions, Tom clearly struggled to accept the way they were talking to her. 

“Your daughter is one of the brightest and most hard working students in the faculty, it’s a shame you don’t seem to pick up on it.” His eyes didn’t dare leave her parents' surprised features. “It’s been a long day, I think we need some rest, don’t we, love?” Tom rose from his seat before (y/n) could reply, taking his outstretched hand to follow him out of the dining hall without looking back once. Her heart was racing, pumping hot blood through her veins, forcing her to tremble. Not once had somebody dared to defend her in front of her parents, not once had somebody stood up for her, a new sensation she’d probably never get used to. 

The two came to a halt in the garden, engulfed by the orange and pink colours of the setting sun, leaving a mesmerising shadow on their features, nature’s finest spectacle even those fighting for ancient cities had been fortunate enough to admire. Tom cupped her cheek, forcing (y/n) to look at him, “Don’t let their words get to you, I meant every word I said. And deep down you know they are true, right?”

Her throat felt tight, unable to speak up, only able to slowly nod her head. The pull inside her chest grew stronger, moving even closer towards Tom, closing the small gap between them. She was searching his closeness like Hades had searched for Persephone, making flowers bloom in springtime, rebirthing their love every month they got to spend together. A tragic fate only Orpheus and Eurydice could understand, the ancient couple lost in the depth of the Underworld. 

Before (y/n) could pick up on the small movements, Tom had dipped his head down, lips ghosting over hers, not closing the gap just yet. No longer was (y/n) able to breathe, stuck in the nervousness that had taken her body and soul hostage, begging the man to finally give in. The sound of Tom’s ringing phone ripped the two out of their trance, eyes wide as they broke contact, chasing the distance that left their hearts aching. And while Tom picked up the call with annoyance filling his every word, (y/n) found shelter in the cabin, finding rest on the bed they’d share for the upcoming night. 

……

“Good morning.” Tom’s raspy voice left (y/n) smiling, eyes fluttering open to find his. He was standing at the foot of their shared bed, upper body bare, curls held back by a thin hairband. With two cups of coffee in his hands, he rounded the bed, gently setting her cup down. “It’s almost nine, thought you’d like to have enough time to get ready.”

“Thank you, when did you wake up?” Her eyes couldn’t help but wander, taking in his chiselled figure, the abs that tensed whenever he moved, the back muscles that flexed as he turned away from her, reaching for his phone. 

“About two hours ago, I went for a run. It’s a beautiful area around here.” A hum left (y/n), taking a sip of the warm beverage before her eyes fluttered close once again. Today was the day of the wedding, forcing her and Tom to put on their best act, trying to bite back any comments that threatened to leave them. She felt his eyes on her, studying her for a few moments before he moved towards the bed, sitting down next to her. (Y/n) tried to keep her eyes shut, relishing in the calmness they were engulfed by, the quietness that would break any moment now. 

Tom’s hand found her shoulder, pulling her into his chest, careful not to spill her coffee. His warmth forced goosebumps to rise on her arms, making her tremble in his grasp, and yet she didn’t dare flee from their shared body contact. It had taken her a while to fall asleep yesterday evening, mind not daring to let go of the moment that had been interrupted by Tom’s ringing phone, the kiss that had been broken apart before it could happen. Even as Tom had found his way to bed, minutes after (y/n), her heart hadn’t been able to stop racing, pumping blood through her body, hot blood that made her tense. 

“I don’t want to get up.” Her words left Tom chuckling, hand stroking her head in a calming matter, not daring to break her out of her state just yet. “But I also know we can’t miss breakfast.”

“Grab a shower, take your time, and then we’ll get some food.” With a huff rumbling through her, (y/n) slowly rose from her position, setting her cup down before she stretched. Tom’s eyes didn’t leave her frame once, following her around like a shadow sewn to her boots, appearing the second the sun managed to break through the thick blanket of clouds. She found pride in the way Tom looked at her, momentarily letting go of the roles they had to take on back home, of the job she had to fulfil. 

With the hot water cascading down her back, (y/n) allowed her mind to wander, her thoughts to race, painting a picture so clear it felt like she was reliving a memory. (Y/n) could almost feel Tom’s lips pressed against hers, could imagine how he’d touch her, hands running up and down her sides, slowly disappearing underneath the fabric of her shirt. Fuck, it’d be so simple, and yet so wrong. 

Heat began to thump through her veins, forcing its way down between her thighs, making her body burn with pleasure. Her hands wanted to move down to her aching core, desperate to get rid of the need she found herself guided by, wanting to feel Tom pressed against her. But her mind managed to rip her out of her body’s call before she could touch herself, forcing her to step out of the shower, very well aware of the fact that today’d be stressful, not allowing her to rest. 

“I hope the day will pass soon.” (Y/n) murmured the words as they walked towards her parents mansion, picking up on the sound of chatter filling the air, mansion once again filled with friends, family members, and colleagues that paid the young couple no attention. Tom didn’t dare leave her side, hand holding hers, making her heart jump in her chest whenever his thumb began to stroke the skin of her hand. Those were the moments that left her forgetting that this was just a charade, a fake relationship she’d leave behind tomorrow afternoon, forced to return back to their normal lives. A game she was losing, giving into the call of her heart, rather than following the warnings her mind spoke.

(Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t help but wander through the crowd, studying her parents, her sister, and the man she was marrying today. They seemed to fit in perfectly, giving off the feeling of a perfect match of two happy parents and their only child, with (y/n) long forgotten. She tried to ignore the sadness simmering inside of her, tried to let go of the longing she felt, wanting to be included in the routine they have mastered over the years. 

“Hey,” Tom murmured the word, fingers finding her chin to force her face back towards him. Their eyes met, his glistening with anticipation, hers filled with tears, tears Tom desperately wanted to get rid of. His eyes flickered down to her lips before they found their way back towards her eyes. “They’re not worth it. You don’t need their love, not when they can’t appreciate the love you want to share.”

And then he kissed her. Just a peck. Lips meeting hers for a way too short second. A touch (y/n)’s mind would never forget, clinging to the memory that was now etched into her mind. With a smile tugging on his lips, Tom turned away from her, focusing on his plate, a moment (y/n) mimicked, with her teeth buried in her grinning lowere lip and her tears long forgotten. 

……

“There you are, I was looking for you.” Tom sat down next to (y/n), finding rest on the comfortable wooden bench placed away from the tables filled with guests. Soft music echoed through the air, somewhat managing to drown out (y/n)’s darker thoughts. She had her eyes focused on the sky, filled with stars, planets her eyes couldn’t make out. 

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.” Throughout the day Tom and (y/n) had tried to make conversations with the guests sitting close to them, a few friendly faces that asked questions, that showed interest in their connections to the family. Tom had been engrossed in a conversation with another professor, sharing stories of students, of their research, allowing (y/n) to disappear before anybody noticed her leaving.

“You wouldn’t have interrupted anything, you doing okay though? It’s been a long day.” It had been a long day indeed, filled with running from one place to another, while trying to avoid those neither (y/n) nor Tom wanted to share any words with. Nevertheless, the wedding had been beautiful, hours Tom had used to hold her close, fingers fumbling with hers, eyes taking in every inch of her gorgeous features. And yet, (y/n) wasn’t tired, wasn’t exhausted enough to search for the comfort of their shared bed. 

“Mhm, thank you for coming here with me.” Their eyes met, sharing a gaze so intense Tom struggled to reply. Ever since he had kissed her this very morning, both hadn’t been able to think of anything else, the short contact both wanted to chase again, needing to close the gap. Her heart called out to his, desperately hoping that he’d give in. 

Tom’s body seemed to pick up on her desperateness, slowly dipping his head down, giving her a few more moments to pull away before he closed the gap between them. The kiss was slow, at least at first, allowing the two to get used to the contact, eyes closed to purely focus on one another. Tom’s hands pulled her into his lap, needing to feel every part of her body pressed against his, hearts pounding as the kiss grew more heated. 

“I,” the syllable rolled off Tom’s tongue, forehead pressed against hers as both tried to catch their breath. 

“Don’t say we can’t do this, please.” Her words left him smiling, slowly shaking his head before he kissed her again, and again. (Y/n)’s fingers tugged on his curls, holding onto him as she ground her middle against his, feeling his hardening cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers. Both were panting, clearly riled up, guided by the passion that kept thumping through their veins. 

“Let’s move this inside, huh?” Tom’s eyes flickered back to the crowd of guests, dancing to the slow music, enjoying meals and drinks on the other side of the garden. His hand didn’t dare let go of hers as they made their way to their shared cabin, cherishing the quietness that lingered in the wooden home. Their lips found their way back together, hands tugging on their clothes, desperate to touch one another. 

“Fuck, we really shouldn’t do this.” Her heart skipped a few beats, wondering if he’d pull away, if he’d stop touching her, but all Tom did was stare at (y/n), getting lost in her dilated pupils. “But I’ve been fucked the second I met you, I’m too selfish to stop.” 

Her chuckles were drowned out by the gasp ripping through her, body colliding with the mattress of their shared bed. Tom nestled between her thighs, fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress before he managed to pull the fabric off her body. His wide eyes wandered up and down her frame, giving (y/n) enough time to unbutton his shirt, exposing his upper body to her eyes, the abs she had wanted to touch since this very morning. 

“Touch me, please, Tom. Let me feel you.” With a growl leaving him, Tom worked on her bra, fabric finding its way to the ground. He undid his trousers before he joined her on the bed, hovering over her, cock pressing against the fabric of his underwear, desperate to be freed. Tom’s thin lips kissed their way down her body, hands cupping her breasts, enjoying how her body reacted to his every touch. 

“Need to taste you, fuck, been thinking of doing it for too long.” He sucked marks into the skin covering her hip bones before he tugged her panties down her legs, marvelling at the sight of her cunt, of her arousal covered folds. “All for me? Look at you, so desperate for me.”

“Just for you.” (Y/n)’s whispers left his heart racing, eyes fluttering close as he brushed his tongue through her slit, collecting drops of her arousal. (Y/n)’s hands couldn’t help but tug on his locks, trying to push him even closer to her cunt, needing to feel more. His thumb circled her bundle of nerves, wanting to see and feel her tremble beneath him, a pretaste of their upcoming moments together.

Their bodies worked perfectly together, searching their closeness like drowning soldiers clinging onto the last pieces of their destroyed rafts, begging to the gods above to rescue them. But there was nothing left to rescue, the waves had already swallowed them whole, filling their aching lungs with the pleasure that was now guiding them. 

“Your fingers, please.” (Y/n) mewled her words, back arched off the bed, legs trembling against his arms. Tom’s eyes flickered up to her pleasure drunken features, unable to bite down his smirk as he pushed two fingers into her cunt, forcing her walls apart, allowing a heavy moan to roll off her tongue. Her breaths grew shallow, unable to breathe through the new sensation, needing to adjust to the feeling of his curled fingers, of the way he pushed her further and further towards the edge.

The eventual fall would rip her from this very life, transported into another dimension she was still unfamiliar to, getting to know her body and the feelings she wasn’t used to yet. 

“I want you to cum around my cock, but I won’t push you any further if you don’t want to.” His voice had an unfamiliar seriousness to it, making her lift her head off the pillow, eyes finding his. A simple “I want it all” left (y/n), leaving Tom chuckling, letting go of her to pull his boxers down his legs. His cock was throbbing, tip dark red and beaded with drops of precum. 

(Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t stop taking in his frame, mouth watering at the sight of him, needing to explore every inch of the body she had been dreaming of. While she was stuck in her trance, Tom reached for his bag, rolling a condom down his cock before he rejoined her on the bed. One of his hands found hers, linking their fingers together before he positioned himself at her entrance. Their eyes didn’t dare break contact as he pushed into her, moaning at the tightness that engulfed his cock, walls squeezing him just like he had imagined they would.

“Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you on every surface, to fuck you dumb, till you forget your own name.” His words left her gasping, mind struggling to focus on anything but the way he fucked into her, slow strokes that grew rougher with every passing moment. Tom wasn’t taking it easy on her, pushing the limits with a smirk glued to his lips. Both had imagined this moment numerous times before, hands taking care of their longing, wondering if they’d ever be fortunate enough to experience this together. 

With her legs slung around his waist, (y/n) forced her heels into the small of his back, allowing Tom to fuck deeper into her, needing to feel her tremble. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears of desperation, tears of relief, finally able to give into the longing she had felt for months. With her toes curled and her eyes rolling back into her head, (y/n) was close to giving in, close to letting go, praying that Tom would follow her down the edge.

Tom’s eyes didn’t stray from her features, admiring the gorgeous woman beneath him, thanking whoever was listening for pushing her into his life. He felt her walls flutter around him, forcing his thumb to find its way back to her pulsing bundle, circling her clit to give her the final push. 

(Y/n) came with a cry of his name, fingernails clawed into his skin, leaving marks he would admire in his bathroom mirror for days to come. He fucked her through her high, only letting go as he felt her relax, limbs quivering against his body. Curses rolled off his tongue, ringing in her ears, too loud to be drowned out by the soft music that still filled the air.

Carefully Tom pulled out of her, disposing of the condom before he found his way back to her, pulling (y/n) into his chest. The both were heavily breathing, minds racing to try and understand what had just happened. Silence engulfed the two, a silence that was eventually interrupted by (y/n)’s chuckles, head buried in the crook of his neck. 

“I can’t believe we just did that.” His laughter rumbled in his chest, hand forcing her to lift her head, pressing another kiss to her lips. Their eyes studied one another, hoping that the moment would last forever, not interrupted by her family, by the call of their homes. 

“It’ll take us a while to figure this out, but I’m willing to try, if you are as well.” She could only nod her head, finding rest with her head placed on his chest, getting lost in the tune of his racing heart. 

Their ships had left the harbour months ago, sunken to the cold ocean, their crews had drowned in waves of pleasure, filling their lungs like poison swallowing one whole. But the soaring waves would eventually calm down, allowing them to make it back ashore, guided by the tides of drowned affection.

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[tom-holland-parker]

I Wanna Wear Your Tie

Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, she’s of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?

Warning: 18 + SMUT (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)

Pairing: Professor!Tom x Student!Reader

Word count: 4081

Masterlist

Tom knew from the first time you walked into class he was going to have a hard time. Not because you were a trouble maker, he heard from your other professors that you were an extremely bright and well rounded student, but because you liked to wear the shortest sundresses he’d ever seen. Tom knew he fucked up by developing a crush on his student. It was immoral and he could lose the job he worked so hard to get. 

Tom had been staring at the email all weekend, debating all his choices. He knew the right thing to do was to report it and let the school handle everything, but a big part of him told himself to do otherwise.

Dear Professor Holland,

I want to wear your tie while you fuck me

Love Y/N

Tom let out a deep breath as he rubbed his eyes, refreshing his inbox once more in hopes you had sent another email, an explanation or maybe even an apology, anything that would avoid him having to send the response that he had drafted Friday night after he received your message. Of course as the hours passed he knew that hoping was pointless, Tom sighed looking over his drafted email for what seemed like the 100th time before hitting send. 

Ms. Y/L/N

In regards to your last email I have no choice but to report it to the school. I do, however, acknowledge that you are one of my highest scoring students so it is only fair that I give you a chance to explain yourself. Please meet me in my office Monday after class

Professor Holland

Little did Tom know you were freaking out, spending Saturday nursing your hangover from partying Friday night. It was a drunken mistake, you would’ve never sent the email had you been sober but leave it to the vodka to let you do something stupid.

You had one day to come up with some apology and still couldn’t find the right words. Countless drafts saved in your notes app, but none good enough to express the regret you felt by sending that email. Of course time wasn’t on your side and the hours moved faster than usual. Finally it was Monday afternoon and you sat in your door waiting for your final class of the day, his class

“Maybe if you just tell him it was a mistake he’ll understand” Your roommate Kendra laughed as she looked at your computer, you’d been rereading the email for hours, hoping it would go away. Glancing at the clock you sighed, “I have his class in an hour, how am I going to face him”

“You could skip”

“I’m already in enough trouble as it is I can’t skip class” You sighed, closing the laptop as you moved to put on your shoes, “I’ll just give the best apology he’s ever heard of and hopefully it’ll all work out”

Kendra chuckled, “who knows maybe you’ll get exactly what you wanted”. You rolled your eyes, “I’ll text you after class”

///

Tom watched as you entered class, his eyes trailing over your outfit, you were wearing his favorite dress, white with blue flowers. He chuckled at your innocent appearance but frowned when he noticed you taking a seat in the back instead of your usual seat in the front.

You showed up to class right on time, looking at your feet to avoid any eye contact with Tom. It was hard to concentrate when all you could think about was that stupid email. It didn’t help that he was wearing a tie today, the same tie you’d imagine him gagging you with on most nights. You shook your head trying to focus on forming an apology that wasn’t absolutely pathetic

“Alright class is over, If you have any questions about the assignment you can” his gaze shifted towards you, “email me”

Your eyes widened as you distracted yourself by putting your things in your bag. As if the universe wanted to see you completely embarrass yourself in front of the teacher you’d been crushing on all semester, you piled out the class with the rest of the students, trudging down the hallway towards his office. You stood outside the door for a few minutes, pacing back and forth as you tried to compose yourself. You took a deep breath, gathering all your courage as you knocked on the door 

“Come in” You heard his muffled voice from behind the door. You took a deep breath as you twisted the door knob walking into the well lit office. 

“Hi Professor, you said you needed to see me” You say trying to seem innocent. He cleared his throat pointing to the leather seat in front of his desk, “Please have a seat” 

Slowly you make your way to the seat, placing your bag on the floor as you stare at him. Tom took a deep breath, opening the email as he passed you his laptop, “When I get an email from my brightest student I expected a question about her latest essay not this”

Your face heated in embarrassment as you handed him the laptop, “Professor I’m so sorry I was very drunk Friday night and I know that isn’t an excuse but I didn’t mean to send that. If I could take it back I would just please don’t report this”

Tom watched as tears slowly began to trail down your face, “y/n I’m not going to report you”. 

You looked at him in disbelief, “Seriously”

“but you’re not getting off that easily” He closed his laptop, “You’ll be spending the week and your weekend helping me grade papers”

You let out a sigh of relief, “thank you professor I’m really sorry it ever happened”

Tom chuckled, “You’re one of the smartest girls in my class. I would hate to see you get in trouble because of one drunk mistake” You wiped your tears away, feeling yourself relax now that you knew you weren’t going to be in too much trouble. “After all you’re only young once, just try to keep your thoughts in a diary and not your emails”

You chuckled, picking up your bag as you got up to leave, “will do professor”

///

Tom instantly regretted his decision. Don’t get him wrong, having the extra help was amazing but it was hard to concentrate when all you wore were short dresses. He spent all week sitting at his desk, too afraid to get up for fear that his body would betray him and you see the hard on he was trying desperately to get rid of. Seeing you in class was hard enough but when he watched you in what seemed like your natural element it changed something in him.

He watched as you sat on the couch in his office, your hair tied back and your glasses slowly sliding down your face, every once in a while you had to push them back in place. Tom couldn’t help but smile at the faces you made while reading the essays, a look of annoyance when you read over an obvious mistake or the way your eyebrows furrowed when you wrote the feedback. He tried his hardest to keep his laughter inside whenever you got distracted and drew little faces in the margins. He hated to admit it, it made him feel terrible, but he was a professor falling for his student

“Professor I’m not sure about this” You said getting up from the couch as you walked towards his desk. Your voice knocked him out of his trance as he watched you hand the paper to him, “See the evidence goes along with the topic sentence but the explanation is still choppy” 

You watched as Tom took the paper from you, your breathing hitching when his hands grazed over yours. You shook your head reminding yourself that you were already here because your stupid feelings and if you kept letting yourself indulge in what was supposed to be your punishment you were going to end up in the deans office.

“I see what you mean,” Tom said looking over the paper, “just circle the paragraph and place it in the pile and I’ll look over it later.” He looked up, surprised to see how close you were to him, your chest inches away from his face. It was just his luck that you decided to wear a low cut dress today.

“Okay” You replied, taking the paper from him as you slowly moved back to the couch. Tom glanced at the clock noticing how late it was getting, “Well it’s getting late and you probably want to spend the you weekend somewhere way entertaining than here so you can leave, punishment over”

“Are you sure? I still owe you two more days and it doesn’t feel fair to end my punishment early” You said, grabbing another paper. You weren’t sure if you wanted to stay because it actually felt unfair or if you really just wanted an excuse to keep spending time with him. 

“Well if you insist, '' he chuckled, a part of him happy that you weren’t eager to leave, “But we can finish this tomorrow afternoon, I’ll walk you out”

You gathered your things, meeting Tom at the door where he waited for you, his hand resting on your back as he guided you out the room, locking the door behind him. “It’s dark, I’ll walk you to your car, Where are you parked?” Tom said looking at the parked cars on the street

“I don’t drive” You said awkwardly, “But my dorm is only a few blocks away from here I don’t mind walking”

Tom shook his head, “No way I’m letting you walk, it's too dangerous, I’ll drive you.” You watched as he took his keys out his pocket unlocking the black BMW parked across the street.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to get in the way” you looked down on your feet, here you were again too flustered to even look at him. Tom chuckled at your nervousness, “Don’t worry about it. I insist on it.” Your breath hitched as he placed his hand on your back again, guiding you towards the car.

It only took a few minutes for him to get to your dorm building, “well here we are” He said, parking his car before looking at you. You glanced at him nervously, “Thanks Professor”

“Call me Tom” he chuckled, “But only when were alone”

You wanted to punch yourself for feeling butterflies but you couldn’t help it. “Well Tom” You laughed, calling him by his name felt weird, “thank you”

He watched as you moved to grab the door handle but froze, “Oh I forgot to ask you about your assignment”

“What’s up?” he shrugged. “Well I know you wanted us to write about how the author uses the women in his novel to display power but I can’t write about that. The author clearly doesn’t see the woman as symbols of power he sees them as sex objects, which is shown multiple times throughout the text so I can’t write about something that isn’t true”

“So you don’t believe sex is a form of power?” Tom questioned trying not to smile at the way your brows furrowed in concentration

“Of course I believe sex is a form of power but for the author to display women having sex as a symbol for powerful femininity the woman would have to own their sexual desires and wants”

Tom chuckled, “If you really feel so strongly about that then write about it, I’d love to hear more about what you have to say about owning your sexual desires. Seems to me you know a lot about that” 

“Oh my god” You hide your face in your hands, “I didn’t even realize-”

“Don’t be embarrassed, if you can’t joke about it then you’ll let it eat you alive” Tom chuckled

“Well” you smiled, “I should probably get to writing”

“Yeah you should”

You both didn’t even noticed the way you both began to slowly lean into each other, the tension in the car growing thick

“Goodnight professor”

“It’s Tom” He said with a smile

You scrunch your nose, “Goodnight Tom”

Your faces were inches away from each other. He couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at your lips before looking back at your eyes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same, “Goodnight y/n”

You both stayed silent, letting the tension take over. Your lips grazing over each other. The kiss was slow at first but it soon progressed into passionate open mouth kisses, both of you giving into your desires.

Your hands reached to grab his face, shocked at how soft his cheeks felt. “Wait wait wait” Tom said, pulling away slowly. 

You caught your breath, wiping your lips as you moved back into your seat, “I should probably go”

Before Tom could say a word you were out the car rushing towards the dorm building. “Fuck” he said to himself as he leaned back into his seat. He knew he’d fucked up, but he couldn’t help the way he felt when he kissed you.

///

When you knocked on Tom’s office door the next day you were even more nervous than you were Monday. You were too embarrassed and instead of facing the problem head on you did what you did best, ignored it. 

You spent the afternoon on the couch, headphones on as an excuse to block out Tom. If you had a question you didn’t ask it and when you had a comment you didn’t say it. It was pure torture for you and Tom, yet you both chose to ignore the elephant in the room.

As the hours passed and the sun began to set Tom’s patience was growing thin. He couldn’t pretend like the kiss never happened, and if he was being honest with himself he wanted more.

You sighed in frustration, as hard as you tried to concentrate on the papers in front of you, you just couldn’t. Thoughts about last night flooded your brain making it hard to concentrate on even the simplest sentences. You threw the paper on the couch, ripping your headphones off, “I’m sorry but this silence is killing me, can we just get this awkward conversation over with”

“Alright well” Tom stared at you, unsure what to say. Yes he felt wrong but he also didn’t care. He got a taste of you and now he wanted more, “I apologize for what happened, it was completely unprofessional on my part”

You cleared your throat trying to find the right response, “yeah, well, I'm sorry too, we were both in the wrong and it shouldn’t have happened and I’m really hoping we can just move past this” 

“Yes I agree” Tom nodded his head, “So how are those papers coming along?”

You shrugged, sitting down in the exact leather chair you’d sat in on Monday, “There needs to be a study group or something, I mean if this is the writing skills of our future world leaders I’m honestly a little concerned”

Tom chuckled, his hands instinctively reaching for his tie, something you noticed he did subconsciously. Your heart skipped a beat as your stomach fluttered, “god get a grip girl” You thought as you blinked your lust filled thought away.

Tom smirked, noticing your reaction to the way you reacted to him, “Yes well not everyone has an easy time with writing as you do”. He touched his tie again, this time tugging on the knot a little.

Your breath hitched as your brain went foggy. A low chuckle leaving his mouth as you shook your head, “Well I’m not that great of a writer, I mean I have countless drafts that no one sees”

“Really?” Tom played with his tie, loving how much the simple habit affected you, “How many drafts did you make before you sent that email?”

Your eyes widening in surprise, “no drafts. Drunk me is the best writer”

Tom smiled, getting up from his seat as he moved to stand in front of you. You watched as he leaned against his desk. You bit your lip as you leaned back into the chair, enjoying the way that Tom seemed so much taller than you.

“You know you probably shouldn’t say that to your professor”

You smirked, “There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t say to my professor” You were playing with fire but the heat felt too good, it made you want to know what the burn felt like. “Fuck it, what’ve you got to lose” You thought to yourself as you smiled.

“Oh yeah?” Tom’s eyebrow raised in question as he leaned down towards you, his face only inches from you, “things like what?”

You smiled bringing your lips close to his ear, “Like how much I want you to fuck me”

The groan that left Tom had your thighs clenching together, “Yeah you definitely shouldn’t tell me that.” You chuckled as you leaned back in the seat, Tom’s eyes moved over your body like you were a work of art, “but then again as a teacher I probably shouldn’t want to fuck my student so badly”

Your lips parted in surprise as Tom smirked, his fingers gently trailing up your thigh. Your breath hitched in anticipation but a disappointed sigh left your mouth when his hand didn’t move past the hem of your short dress. “If this happens no one can know”

You nodded your head as his hand grabbed your chin, keeping your head in place and forcing you to look into his eyes, “Words darling”

“No one finds out” You gulped, your body frozen. You could feel yourself getting wet from the power he held over you. The feeling of his having control over you was intoxicating

“And you understand that I will never use this against you? You can leave right now and I will forget this ever happened and we can go right back to our normal professional student-teacher relationship”

“I understand professor” You nodded, wanting nothing more than for his hands to be all over you. 

“Good girl” He smiled, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, “Now go sit on my desk and spread those legs”

You smiled, quickly doing as you were told. Tom chuckled, amused by your excitement. You watched as he got on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as he places kisses up your thighs, occasionally leaving a mark that would stay for days to come. “You’re so wet, all this over a couple of kisses?” He teased

Before you could answer Tom moved your underwear aside, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. You moaned, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. “I knew you would taste good,” He said, licking his lips. He ate you like you were his last meal, licking and slurping you like a starving man. 

You’d never been more thankful that the school was empty on Saturdays, no one around to hear the moans that Tom was coaxing out of you. “Oh god” Your hips shamelessly bucking against his face as he pulled your legs onto his shoulder.

“Tom please” You whimpered as his tongue slowed down to a teasing pace. He groaned, his large hand slapping your thigh, “It’s professor.” His voice was demanding and powerful. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers stretched you, toes curling as he effortlessly found your g-spot. “Professor please I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me baby” He moaned, “I want your cum all over my face”

His fingers moved faster as you reached your breaking point, loud moans leaving your mouth as your back arched. You could feel Tom smirking against your clit as your legs began to slightly shake. 

“You sound so pretty when you cum” Tom said as he stood up, your cum making his face glisten in the last bits of light that came from the windows of the office. You couldn’t help yourself, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer as you licked your cum off his face. 

“Someone’s eager” He joked as you kissed down his neck. “Hmm I can’t help it, you just look so sexy with my cum on your face. Plus I’ve been wanting this all semester so are you gonna give me what I want or am I gonna have to get it from someone else”

Tom’s jaw tightened as he grabbed your wrist, “Don’t be a brat or I’ll edge you all night and leave you with nothing”

You whimpered as Tom pulled you off the desk, “Now if I remember correctly,” you watched as he loosened his tie, “You wanted to wear this.” You nodded your head, watching as he took off the blue and white tie, taking a deep breath as he placed it around your neck. 

“And as much as I love you in this dress, I think I’d prefer for you to be out of it” He smirked. You chuckled, turning around so he could unzip the dress, letting the fabric pool at your feet. Tom’s arms snaked around your body he pulled your back into his. His fingers playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling the sensitive area. You bit your lip, rubbing your ass against his hard on, your pussy desperate for more attention.

“Professor” You wined, “I want you”

“So needy baby” He chuckled against your skin as he kissed up your shoulder and neck, “Don’t worry, you’ve been a good girl I won’t tease you too much”

Your head rested against his shoulder as his hand twisted the tie, making it tighter around your throat, “Is this okay?” You nodded, wincing when his hand roughly slapped your ass, “Come on sweetheart you're smart enough to know that when I ask a question I expect an answer. Now use your words”

“Yes Professor” You said moaning as his hand gently rubbed the area he’d just hit. Tom quickly unbuckled his pants, pushing them down as he aligned himself with you. He teasingly rubbed the head of his cock on your clit, loving the low whimpers that escaped your mouth as your hips jolted up. 

Tom’s grip on your hips tightened, pushing you down into the desk as he bottomed you out. You moaned loudly as he began to thrust into you, “This is what you wanted right? Your professor fucking you like a slut”

You gripped the desk, trying your best to keep your balance. Tom gripped the tie again, the fabric pulling your head back. “Faster please Professor” You begged as you moved your hips. 

His hips sped up as his hand moved in front of you tracing figure eights on your clit. You became light headed from how tight the tie was but you couldn’t care less it all felt too good. “Sir Please It’s too much I’m gonna cum”

“Go on baby cum on my cock, give it to me” Tom sped up, becoming needier as he came closer to cumming. He pulled your body into his, fucking up into you as he kissed the harsh line where the tie met your skin. The sensation was too much for you as you came, your walls squeezing Tom, milking his cock of all his cum as he came shortly after you.

Your body went limp, leaning against the desk so you didn’t fall to the floor. Tom sighed, pulling out of you, groaning when he saw his cum leaking out your abused hole. “You did so good” Tom whispered as he kissed up your spine, “Such a good girl for me”

You slowly got up, turning around to face him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom smiled, picking you up and moving you to the couch, where you sat cuddled in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked, still placing kisses all over your body

“I’m cold” You said, your head resting against his shoulder. He chuckled, quickly grabbing his jacket from his chair before returning to your tired body. You laid in his lap with his jacket wrapped around you, Tom’s hand running up and down your spine as he kissed your forehead.

You glanced at the clock, “it’s getting late”

Tom sighed, “let’s just stay like this for a little while, then we’ll get you dressed and I’ll drive you to your dorm”

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[farfromharry]

My Rapunzel | Professor!Dad!Tom fic

Summary: being a college professor means tom’s working from home in these difficult times, spending a lot more time with his angel of a daughter and his beautiful girlfriend, who by the way is definitely his favourite princess.

Word count - 6k

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Harrison paused right before he turned the handle on the door, turning to the girl with a sheepish, shy smile.

“Just a heads up, my best friend is probably teaching a class in here,” He warned. He’d told the girl before about how he lived with 3 of his friends, and one of them was a uni professor. So of course he’d be teaching from home in the current situation. “And, his daughter may also be running around somewhere.”

He noted the slightly surprised look that crossed her face. He’d tried to hold off bringing her to the apartment for as long as he could, specifically because he didn't know how she was with kids and he didn’t want to burden her with having to entertain Scarlett while they were meant to be hanging out.

Harrison absolutely adored Scarlett, he had from the day he met her and he never hesitated to help Tom out when he needed his help. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a handful at times, especially more recently when Tom hadn’t been able to give her his undivided attention.

He unlocked the door while making quiet conversation with the girl behind him, pushing on the wood and guiding her into the apartment.

Harrison knelt down on the hardwood floor in preparation for the incoming attack, hearing those tiny, sock covered feet padding towards him.

“Harrison!” she squealed, practically launching herself into his arms. He was happy to scoop her up, holding her against his chest with a smile. Her tiny arms wrapped around his neck, giving him a small hug as best she could.

The man noted the eerily quiet flat, worried that the girl had accidentally been left alone by her, at times, slightly irresponsible father.

Of course Harrison thought his best mate was an amazing dad, especially after he just had it dropped on him that he was a single father, but there were occasions where Tom did some pretty questionable and embarrassing things, the stories basically banned from being told within a 10 foot radius of the male.

“Where’s your dad, huh?” He gently pinched her cheek, making her giggle adorably and bury her face in his chest. He heard the quiet mumble, even if it was muffled by the material of his shirt.

“Working.”

Harrison rolled his eyes. “Is Uncle Harry home?”

She shook her head, looking over his shoulder at the pretty girl standing there awkwardly. Scarlett waved her little hand, flashing her a smile.

“Uncle Tuwaine?” He asked. She shook her head once again, finally receiving her wave back from the pretty woman. Harrison thought for a minute, deciding that he’d have to interrupt whatever Tom was doing to discuss this.

“You just take a seat, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he promised the girl. He carried Scarlett into her dad’s bedroom, a swift knock on the door making Tom’s head shoot up. Thankfully, it didn’t look like Harrison was interrupting a class or anything, meaning that Tom had no way to deny him time to talk.

“Can we talk?” he asked, motioning to the toddler in his arms. Tom nodded, pressing a few keys before halting his movements at his computer as he gave his best friend his full attention.

“Go ahead.”

“I was kind of counting on you not to be teaching today,” he stated. “So, I brought a girl over and now-”

Tom interrupted. “Now you don’t want to watch Scarlett.”

Harrison felt bad. It’s not like it was her fault, Tom was simply just a workaholic who never knew when to stop and that oftentimes meant he had to get his friends or his family to babysit. There were many times where Harrison had wanted to physically hit some sense into Tom so he’d spend more time with his daughter.

Ever since he began working at home it’s gotten even worse for the poor girl. She can see Tom, but she can’t see Tom and sometimes all the girl wants is a cuddle from her dad. There’s been a lot more temper tantrums due to her not being able to get any love from her dad when she wants it.

“Look I’m sorry, but I’ve been watching her everyday this week,” he complained. Scarlett didn’t know where to look, watching them both as they conversed.

Tom didn’t know what to do. He knew he’d only get distracted if he let her stay with him, but he didn’t want to put any more responsibility on Harrison, cause it wasn’t like Lettie was his kid.

Safe to say he was torn.

“Y/N should be here soon, can’t you just watch her until then?” he begged. Tom knew it probably wasn’t Harrison that was the problem, it was his lady friend. His best friend would look after the tiny angel in a heartbeat. She clearly came over to get some private time with the man and he could tell she wasn’t exactly thrilled when she learned she’d have to babysit for a few hours.

“Fine, fine, but don’t expect us to be playing dolls with her or anything.”

Tom grinned widely, placing a sloppy kiss on his daughter’s cheek, playfully hitting Harrison’s arm. The girl giggled, tucking her head in her uncle's neck.

“You’re a lifesaver man,” he said. “I have a class soon but if i’m done early then I’ll take her off your hands.”

The younger male nodded, looking at the child in his arms with a small smile, the same as the one Tom had while watching his little creation simply exist; he was utterly in love with her.

“Are you ready to go and spend time with your uncle Haz, Lettie?”

She cheered, nodding her head rapidly. Tom looked at his best friend with a ‘see’ kind of look and the blonde simply rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go.”

»»——⍟——««

“Okay so, you just need to write that out. I’ll give you around twenty minutes and then we’ll move on. Is that okay?” He received a few nods from some of his different students, flashing them a smile as he checked the clock so he knew when to tell them to stop typing.

“Do any of you mind if I just nip out to grab a drink?” He once again received a few nods from more or less the same people as last time. He smiled, excusing himself and heading out of his bedroom to the kitchen.

On his way he walked past the living room, scoffing at the sight in front of him. Scarlett was falling asleep on the chair while the tv played some disney film she’d seen a hundred times, one that Tom knew she didn’t really like all too much.

But there on the couch was Harrison and the girl engaged in what looked like an intense liplock. Tom had a right to be angry, but he didn’t know if now was the time to say anything. The blonde was more or less already annoyed with his friend and he didn’t need to give him any more reason why he should be.

He cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the three in the room. His bub just looked up at him through her long lashes, rubbing her eyes tiredly. While Harrison and the mystery girl just stared at him.

“Really? While Scarlett’s in the room too.” Harrison didn’t try and defend himself, but the look on the girl sitting next to him’s face, told him everything he needed to know. The sleepy girl in the armchair didn’t even know what was going on, having just seen the angry look on her dad’s face and the sheepish one on her uncles.

“Come on, angel.” He carefully picked her up, her head tucking into his neck while he held her on his hip. She shifted in his arms, whining tiredly at all the sudden movement.

“Daddy.” Tom kissed her cheek, his feet taking him to the kitchen to get what he originally came for. He opened the fridge with his free hand, grabbing a water bottle for himself and placing it on the counter, before grabbing the juice he’d put in there earlier for Scarlett.

“Bub?” he asked. She slowly lifted her head, looking up at her dad with her large brown eyes, the same ones that resembled his. “Can you hold your juice for me?”

She held the sippy cup in both of her tiny hands, letting her dad carry her back to his room. He sighed when he closed the door, realising he’d have to have her with him during the rest of his class. He sat back down and it turned a few heads, the teens furrowing their eyebrows at the sudden sight of a young child in their professor’s camera view.

He placed the water bottle and juice on his desk, adjusting Scarlett on his knee so she was more comfortable.

“Is it okay if my daughter sits in for a bit everyone?” There was a chorus of agreement, some students cooing over the little girl sitting on their professors knee. Scarlett grew shy, tucking her head into her dad’s chest so they all couldn’t see her blushing face.

Tom smiled, hand coming up to hold her head to his chest. He mindlessly played with her curls while he explained how to get started or gave a bit of influence on what to put to some of them that were struggling.

Scarlett was beginning to get fidgety, her hands clutching at her dad’s shirt. Tom knew these were all signs of when she got sleepy, wanting to take a nap.

“You tired bub?” She nodded her head, tiredly rubbing her eyes with her fists. Tom kissed her head, grabbing a loose hairband from off his desk to tie her curls back.

Some of the girls in the class swooned when Tom started to brush the girls hair back with his fingers, tying it into a loose ponytail at the back of her head.

“Take a nap, s’okay.” She nodded, asking her dad to grab her teddy bear for her, the one she always seemed unable to fall asleep without. It was sitting on the end of Tom’s bed, the man easily reaching over the desk to grab it for her.

She happily clutched it to her chest, snuggling further into her dad’s warm chest. He placed a quick kiss on her hair as he watched her eyes flutter shut, a small smile lingering on his lips.

“Ten more minutes everyone.” His hand was still resting against Scarlett’s head, his thumb rubbing the area of her temple gently. People had begun finishing, starting to ask Tom the most random questions about Lettie and more specifically why they’d never met her before. “She’ll have to join us more often then.” He placed a quick kiss on her head before announcing he was going to end the lesson early, let his students go do whatever they wanted for the rest of their afternoon.

“Have fun, goodbye all.” With a wave and a few clicks of his mouse, the call had ended. Tom sighed, watching as people began handing in the essays they’d just been working on, the ones that Tom needed to grade and give improvements on before Friday, today was only Tuesday.

Tom’s phone suddenly pinged with a text notification, making him startle for a second, the man reaching over to grab it to see your contact name lighting up his screen.

Chinese for dinner? Can pick it up later on my way back x

Yes please, you’re a delight love x

He smiled as he set his phone back down, planning on finishing marking the rest of his class’ work before he finished for the day. Now you and Tom didn’t actually live together, yet, but you often stayed over to help with anything, including the toddler you adored.

Scarlett was still pleasantly sleeping in her dad’s lap, for how much longer he didn’t know, but her breathing was steady and even, as she dreamed about whatever three year old’s dreamt about.

She eventually shifted a little while later, letting out an adorable tired sound from the back of her throat as she stretched with a sleepy yawn.

“Hi dove, did you sleep okay?” He brushed some stray hair out of her face, letting her take a minute to wake herself up. She eventually nodded her head, letting out a little sassy huff as she looked up at her dad.

“I don’t like uncle Haz’s friend,” she complained, jutting out her bottom lip into the cutest little sad face. He had to refrain from giggling at her, hiding his smile by faking a pout, but his eyes held so much amusement. “Why not?”

“I wanted to watch Tangled a-and she made us watch chicken little,” she ranted.

She was clearly getting worked up over this, more than she needed to anyway, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of the movie that had given her nightmares before. Tom fully knew how much she hated that film, he was the one who’d had to hold her when she cried, and he was slightly frustrated that Harrison hadn’t said anything against watching it.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around her small frame, giving her a big squeeze. “I’m sorry, bub, she does sound like a meanie.”

That made her giggle, making Tom’s heart flutter.

He glanced between the ungraded work on his computer screen and the small girl in his arms, deciding that making her happy was more important than marking someone’s work early, he had days before it had to be done anyway.

Scarlett clung to him like a koala when Tom abruptly stood up from his desk chair, “Where are we going?” She asked.

“You’re going to sit here,” He said, emphasising his words by placing her down on his bed. “While daddy gets changed, and then we can watch Tangled together.”

She squealed excitedly, finding it hard to sit still as Tom grabbed some clothes and headed to his bathroom to change.

A few minutes later he was done, heading back into his room to find his angel bouncing in anticipation as she very incorrectly sang the words to her favourite Tangled song.

“Woah, is that Rapunzel singing?” he teased, poking one of her chubby cheeks as she giggled.

Tom set the movie up with a very impatient three year old beside him, constantly rushing him telling him to hurry up.

He seated himself against the pillows after he’d pressed play and let her get comfortable against his chest, making sure she had her Pascal teddy in her arms ready to watch; something she had to do every single time they watched the movie.

Scarlett had sang to every single song that had played so far, even coaxing Tom into singing a few with her when she decided he must be flynn.

Near her favourite scene, which was obviously the boat scene, Tom’s bedroom door was opened and Harry waltzed in with a greeting.

He stood there for a few minutes just watching the movie with them, the same movie he’d seen a countless amount of times and he probably wouldn’t admit it but he did actually love it.

He found it a little strange that they were watching it in Tom’s room, when normally they’d have it at a high volume in the living room for everyone to hear, even the neighbours.

“Why are you in here?” he asked, pointing to the smaller tv than what was in the living room. Tom sighed, trying to whisper so he wouldn’t bother the angel watching the film, because there’s no doubt she would have some kind of sassy remark to shut him up.

“Harrison was with a girl, she terrorised the munchkin with chicken little.”

Harry found that sentence quite amusing, and to be fair to him the girl was scared of a cartoon chicken, letting out a loud laugh that had Scarlett aggressively shushing him. He apologised sheepishly, biting his lip to contain his smile at the bossy child.

“Well if my favourite girl isn’t going to love me, I guess I’ll go then,” he pouted, making grabby hands at her to try and get a hug.

She looked between the film and her uncle Harry like it was the hardest decision in the world, solved by Tom simply pressing pause.

“Thank you, daddy.”

She ran across the bed until she was standing in front of Harry, throwing herself into his arms so he had to catch her. He chuckled, holding her tightly and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“How are you, munchkin?”

She buried her head in his neck. “ ‘m good.”

With a teasing growl Harry pried the girl off of him and dropped her on the bed, listening to the way she giggled loudly, her cheeks hurting from how wide she was grinning at her uncle. Harry would of course argue her favourite uncle, but Sam, Paddy, Tuwaine and Harrison would all have something to say to that.

“Will you watch Rapunzel with us?” she asked. Harry could never say no to those big doe eyes, nodding his head with a small sigh.

“Only if I get to sing Flynn’s parts,” he bargained. Tom scoffed, turning his head towards his younger brother with evil eyes.

“Deal,” Scarlett whispered.

“But I thought I was Flynn?” Tom pouted, pulling his bub into his lap with puppy dog eyes to try and guilt trip her. She rolled her eyes, catching Tom slightly off guard for a second. She giggled at him, poking his cheek like he always did to her.

“He’s not really daddy, don’t be selfish.” Harry snorted, covering it up with a cough when Tom sent a glare in his direction.

“Yeah, don’t be selfish Tom.”

»»——⍟——««

“I’m here and I have food,” you announced, carrying the bag in your left hand while you carried your phone and keys in the other. Harrison was the first one in the kitchen. You thought he was taking the bag from you so you didn’t have to struggle carrying it, but it turns out it was only to start rummaging through the food.

He laid out the different containers on the counter, grabbing his and popping them open like he was a starving man.

“Hello to you too.” He flashed you a smile, eating something from inside one of the boxes before he pressed a friendly kiss to your cheek as his greeting. He scattered away back to his room almost as quickly as he came out of it, taking his food with him with a quick thank you.

A grin grew on your lips as you watched your boyfriend enter the kitchen, unlike Harrison, heading straight to greet you, his lips puckered already.

“Missed you.” He pecked your lips softly, your lips lingering for a little bit longer than they normally would and that pretty much told him all he needed to know.

He pulled back from the kiss, lifting his hand to rest on your cheek, slowly stroking just under your eye where he could clearly see how tired you looked. They fluttered shut with a sigh, allowing yourself to embrace the feeling of Tom’s gentle touch. “You okay?”

You hummed unconvincingly, a frown growing on Tom’s face. His hand slipped into your hair, gently pushing your head forward until your cheek was resting against the soft material of his turtleneck.

“D’you want to talk about it?” He asked, swaying the both of you as you embraced each other. He felt you shake your head, tightening your hold around his torso. The two of you paid no mind to the food for a few minutes as you hugged, deciding that it wasn’t going anywhere.

Only did you pull away when you heard two lots of footsteps heading in your direction. Light ones that were much quicker in their steps, obviously Scarletts, and then heavier ones that were much calmer and slower, probably Harrys. Tom was reluctant to let go of you, kissing your forehead when you were no longer in his arms.

He busied himself with getting everyone’s food dished out onto the correct plates, taking much more time with Scarlett’s than he did anyone else's.

He had to make sure it was on her designated kiddie plate that she always used. The one that was divided into different sections for her different bits of food.

“D’you want some help?” You asked, noting the way Tom was more or less doing everything himself. He shook his head, motioning to the doorway with a grin. You followed his gaze and locked eyes with the three year old who looked completely ecstatic to see you.

“Y/N!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around your legs. You grinned, bending down to her height to wrap your arms around her tiny frame. Her presence was enough to lift your mood, a smile growing on your face as she hugged you back. Tom watched with heart eyes, absolutely adoring the way his daughter loved you so much and vice versa. You stood up back to your full height and lifted her onto your hip, letting her see over the counter that was now decorated with countless items of food for the household.

“I missed you today, love.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Of course,” you kissed her cheek. “You always brighten my day, bubba.”

She hid her head in your neck with blushing cheeks, making your heart flutter with the utmost amount of love. You kept Tom company for a few minutes, just holding Scarlett close to you while she watched you both talk.

She may be only three but she knew her daddy was truly in love, it was obvious with the way he looked at you, even to her.

“Almost done?” you asked him, noting the way he was just finding drinks in the fridge. He nodded his head, flashing you both a quick smile that told you you could go get yourself comfy.

“Why don’t we go pick a movie, Lettie?” She perked up and rapidly nodded her head and you already knew what was going to come out of her mouth before she said it, but Tom interrupted before she could even form the words.

“No, we’ve already watched Tangled today.” You giggled as her bottom lip jutted out, her sad eyes shifting to glare at her dad who playfully glared right back. She eventually gave in under his stare, not wanting to get herself into accidental actual trouble.

“Fine.”

“What about Frozen?” you asked, knowing it was also in her top five disney films, even though she would claim most of them were her favourite while you were watching them. She was almost just as excited about your suggestion as she seemed to be about her own, mainly because you had no issue joining her in singing the songs, because God knows Tom could be a lot more stubborn when it came to Frozen songs than he was with Tangled; He wasn’t particular a big fan of this one.

“You two go ahead, I’ll be in in just a minute,” he said. You nodded, helping her carry her drink while you carried yours in your other hand. Once they were both safely placed on the side where you wouldn’t spill them, you began making aeroplane sounds to get her laughing again, finally sitting her down on the floor next to the spot you were planning to sit in. Her adorable toddler laugh never failed to make you feel all warm and giddy inside.

Tom came in no more than five minutes later, bringing yours and Lettie’s food out first so you could get started on eating while the intro of the movie played. He had to make another trip to the kitchen in order to get his, coming back with his plate and phone in hand.

He could’ve cried when he saw the way you and Lettie were laughing and singing along to one of the first songs. You were making her giggle uncontrollably with the way you were doing the different voices, and Tom wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you with a bigger smile.

After the day he’d suspected you had, he was sure you would be more and glad that you had such a lovely distraction.

He pulled up his phone and started recording the two of you, wanting to keep this moment forever so he could always look back and rewatch it. The song finally ended and so did his recording, luckily neither of you noticing he’d recorded that. He was certain you’d be embarrassed if you knew.

He cheered for your performance, taking a seat at the other side of Lettie on the floor.

“That was quite a show,” he teased, shooting you a wink too.

With flushed cheeks you took a bite of your food, trying to busy yourself with anything so you didn’t have to look at your very amused boyfriend. “Shut up.”

»»——⍟——««

After spending the evening watching countless Disney films, all used to cheer you up and take your mind off of whatever day you had, Tom noticed that both you and Scarlett were beginning to drift off together on the couch.

You had moved from the floor to the couch quite earlier on in your second movie, Hercules to be exact, as you deemed it much more comfortable than the hardwood you were sitting on.

She was now curled up into your side, her head managing to dig itself deeper and deeper into your chest as Mulan played in the background. She wasn’t paying attention to the film anymore, letting her eyes flutter closed as she planned on taking a much needed nap in your arms.

However, by the looks of it you were also planning on taking a nap, your head resting on top of the small girls with heavy eyes. Tom awed inside, taking a quick picture of the two of you, sneakily changing it to his lockscreen.

“I think we need to get you two to bed, huh?” He heard you hum, watching as his much smaller bub began making grabby hands at her dad. He smiled, easily scooping her up like she weighed as much as a feather. He placed a kiss on your forehead, telling you not to fall asleep while he got settled Lettie in bed.

The girl was more or less completely limp as he carried her from the living room to her room, carefully setting her in her bed. He made sure she had the teddies she always slept with, tucking her in tightly to keep her nice and warm.

“Can you read me a story?” she asked, voice so quiet and soft that there was no way he could say no, he was just hoping you’d be able to hold out and stay awake.

“Course, which one?”

He spent the next ten minutes reading through a story he’d probably read to her hundreds of times, but somehow she managed to love it even more each time. His voice was low to try and keep the sleepy energy in the room, not wanting her to get too excited, although she would giggle every time he switched his accent to do another character's voice.

“Daddy?” she whispered, drawing his attention away from the next chapter of the book. He hummed quietly, leaning down and placing a kiss on her head to let her know he was listening.

“Are you in love with Y/N?”

He felt himself grow nervous, a stressed chuckle slipping past his lips before he could stop it. He wasn’t sure what to say, he’d yet to actually tell you he loves you, even though he knew it right from your first date. Admittedly, part of him was scared that if he got that vulnerable with you that you would;t love him back and it’d break his heart, even though the more sensible part of him knew you would never do that to him. He just couldn’t find the right time or his guts to tell you.

“What do you know about love, hm?”

“I know that Flynn loves Rapunzel, and you look at Y/N like she’s your Rapunzel.” Tom’s heart melted. He always heard from his friends and family how whipped he looked for you all the time, even when he didn’t realise he’d been looking at you with heart eyes. Hearing this from his own daughter told him basically all he needed to know: He loved you, and he was going to tell you.

“Goodnight baby.” He pressed a kiss to Scarlett’s head, avoiding her question and switching off her light. He closed the door, leaving it slightly open like he did every night just in case she needed him for anything. Tom headed back to the living room, watching the way you were half asleep, your eyes trained on whatever random show had begun playing on the tv.

“Hey, you ready for bed?”

You hummed tiredly. “Don’t want to get up,” you whined.

He chuckled, adoring how cute you got when you were sleepy, often rambling about things that didn’t even make sense. He made his way over to you, shifting your position so he could slip his hands under you and pick you up. You squealed quietly when you were more or less hoisted into the air, a breathy laugh coming from Tom.

You were gently laid on his bed in the blink of an eye, granted your tired eyes were blinking very slowly. Tom left you for a moment, going who knows where to do who knows what.

“Need to take my makeup off,” you moaned to no one but yourself. Tom seemed to have already thought of that, actually he’d already thought of everything as it seemed. Not only was he carrying your makeup remover but some of his clothes for you to change into after your decision not to earlier on.

“Come here, pretty girl.”

The first swipe of the cotton wool against your cheek had you flinching, your sleepy body not expecting the jolt of cold on your skin. Tom chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips as his form of an apology.

You could feel yourself blushing as he handled your face with such care, soft strokes to your right cheek to remove all the makeup, occasionally meeting your eyes with a small admiring glint in them. The simple act felt so intimate to you and it made your heart grow so much fonder for the curly haired brunette.

“All done.”

You smiled, starting to help him in undressing you to change into his much baggier and comfier clothes. Another wave of exhaustion hit you spontaneously, making you want to just crawl in bed and stay there forever, but here you were just making it more difficult for your boyfriend to slip the shirt over your head.

“No, don’t fall asleep on me yet, angel.” He cooed at you quietly, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb until your eyes fluttered open again. He held up the shirt in his hands.

“We’ll just put this on, yeah? We can forget about the joggers.”

You agreed, assisting him by raising your arms. You were rewarded with a few kisses after he managed to slip the plain shirt on your upper half, bringing a happy grin to your lips as he pulled away from the last kiss. You were over the moon to be slipping under the covers of your boyfriend’s bed, burying your head in his pillow while being engulfed by his calming scent.

He watched you with a smile as you got comfortable, practically purring like a kitten as you finally got comfortable. He slipped the tight, dark turtleneck off from over his head, followed by his dress pants that he put on to feel fancier, despite the fact his class wouldn’t be able to see them.

“Hurry up,” you whined, craving the feel of your boyfriend’s warmth against you. He thankfully didn’t make you wait too much longer, slipping in beside you with a content sigh.

The two of you laid in silence for a while, and although Tom didn’t know whether you’d fallen asleep already or not, he spoke up and asked the question on his mind anyway.

“What happened today?”

You groaned, burying your face deeper into Tom’s chest, trying to avoid the topic altogether. He gave you all the time you needed though, stroking his fingers through your hair while you thought about where to start.

“Everything just went wrong, got yelled at by my boss too,” you explained simply. “Couldn’t wait to come home to you and Lettie.”

He frowned, planting a kiss on your head. He mumbled a quiet apology, apologising of course for the fact you had a bad day.

“I hope we were able to cheer you up.”

You tucked your head into his neck, a dreamy smile making the corner of your lips twitch.

“Of course you did, my two favourite people.”

He thought about your last three words over and over again in his head. Now was the time, it was the perfect time.

“Y/N?” He didn’t get a response this time from you, but he also knew if he didn’t speak up now then he’d probably back out again. “I-I love you, so much.”

From the angle he was laying at he was unable to see the expression that had overtaken your face. Tom, always assuming the worst, guessed that you had heard him but he’d just ruined everything and there was no way he could take that back now.

You could feel his rapid heartbeat in his chest underneath your head, your hand coming up to gently rub the skin with your thumb, hoping to soothe him a little. You placed a kiss beside your thumb onto his chest, lifting your head so you could look him in the eye. “Calm down you goof, I love you too.”

»»——⍟——««

Tom didn’t know what time it was when he heard the noise near his ear. Assuming that it was just a noise he buried his face deeper into the back of your neck, tightening his arm around your body. He heard it again, this time he recognised the voice as belonging to his angel bub. She placed her tiny hands on his arm, trying to roll him over on the bed.

“What’s wrong, dove?”

“Nightmare,” she whispered. Tom frowned, rolling onto his back to scoop her up and let her cuddle into his chest. His other arm was still tucked underneath your head, the male hoping that he hasn’t woken you.

He pressed a kiss to the girl’s head, rubbing his hand across the back of her hair to try and soothe her. He could feel her tiny frame shaking from whatever rattled her in her dream and it broke his heart.

“Lettie,” he whispered. She sniffled quietly, looking up at her dad. As selfish as it sounds, Tom was still extremely sleepy so he didn’t really know what was happening right now, which meant he wasn’t exactly able to talk his bub back to sleep like he normally would. He also didn’t want to accidentally wake you up because you were equally as tired, if not more than him.

“I told Y/N I love her.” She gasped, bolting up to look at her dad to see if he was telling the truth. He grinned, nodding his head. Little did they know that you were currently listening to everything the pair was saying, and your heart was already melting at the reaction coming from Scarlett.

You didn’t know why Tom was telling her this, or why Scarlett seemed so excited about it, but you were curious to know where he was going with this.

“What happened, daddy?” she asked, her big doe eyes watching him closely.

“Let’s just say, she’s definitely my Rapunzel.”

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[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43402302

We wear the mask (that I cannot see through) by Goawaylife We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile _______________________________ Peter Parker (Presently known as Ben Reilly) is offered an Internship at SI through one of his Professors contacts years after what happened at the Statue of Liberty. He has to decide between saving his vague looking future or his slowly declining sanity. Words: 921, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, May Parker (Spider-Man) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Michelle Jones, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Eventual Fluff, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Genius Peter Parker, Good Friend Michelle Jones, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Alternate Universe - College/University, Secret Identity, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Peter Parker is a Mess, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Panic Attacks, Tony Stark survives Endgame, Tony Stark Lives

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[ao3feed-friendsofspiderman]

What If The First Snap Went Differently?

by ParallelUniverses_vs_AlternateTimelines

In a parallel world—Thanos snaps his fingers on Thursday, 05/31/2018. However, the end result is completely unexpected, but neither he nor the remaining Avengers know until five years later—when Professor Hulk initiates the 2nd snap on Tuesday, 10/17/2023.

Words: 2834, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of Stephen Strange Loves His Family In Every Universe

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), WandaVision (TV), Sherlock (TV), What If...? (TV 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang, Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff, Sherlock Holmes, Eurus Holmes, May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Maggie Lang, Kate Bishop, Other Avengers, Other Marvel Characters, Other Sherlock (TV) Characters

Relationships: Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff & Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff & Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang & Christine Palmer, Cassie Lang & Wanda Maximoff, Sherlock Holmes & Stephen Strange, Eurus Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Multiverse, Parallel Universes, Dimension Travel, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Spider-Man: Far From Home, Canon Divergence - Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Peter Parker-centric, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Big Brother Peter Parker & Little Sister Cassie Lang, Protective Cassie Lang, BAMF Cassie Lang, Parent Stephen Strange, Parent Christine Palmer, Aunt Wanda Maximoff, Uncle Sherlock Holmes, Aunt Eurus Holmes, Good Eurus Holmes, Innocent Eurus Holmes, Protective May Parker (Spider-Man), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Emotional Roller Coaster, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Family Reunions, Grief/Mourning, Tragedy, Peter Parker Has a Family, No Incest, NOBODY HAS PERMISSION TO REPOST NOR DOWNLOAD MY FANFICS!!

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[ao3feed-scarletvision]

What If The First Snap Went Differently?

by ParallelUniverses_vs_AlternateTimelines

In a parallel world—Thanos snaps his fingers on Thursday, 05/31/2018. However, the end result is completely unexpected, but neither he nor the remaining Avengers know until five years later—when Professor Hulk initiates the 2nd snap on Tuesday, 10/17/2023.

Words: 27583, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of Stephen Strange Loves His Family In Every Universe, Part 2 of Good Eurus Holmes

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), WandaVision (TV), Sherlock (TV), What If...? (TV 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang, Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff, Sherlock Holmes, Eurus Holmes, May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Maggie Lang, Kate Bishop, Other Avengers, Other Marvel Characters, Other Sherlock (TV) Characters

Relationships: Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff & Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff & Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang & Christine Palmer, Cassie Lang & Wanda Maximoff, Sherlock Holmes & Stephen Strange, Eurus Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Peter-Two & Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Wanda Maximoff/Vision

Additional Tags: Multiverse, Parallel Universes, Dimension Travel, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Peter Parker-centric, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Big Brother Peter Parker & Little Sister Cassie Lang, Protective Cassie Lang, BAMF Cassie Lang, Parent Stephen Strange, Parent Christine Palmer, Aunt Wanda Maximoff, Uncle Sherlock Holmes, Aunt Eurus Holmes, Good Eurus Holmes, Innocent Eurus Holmes, Protective May Parker (Spider-Man), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Emotional Roller Coaster, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Family Reunions, Grief/Mourning, Tragedy, Peter Parker Has a Family, No Incest, NOBODY HAS PERMISSION TO REPOST NOR DOWNLOAD MY FANFICS!!

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[hollandsmushroom]

Head Scratches || Prof T.H.

 Summary: Soft funny witty Prof!Tom just wants you to scratch his head while he grades papers. Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: a student teacher relationship, both parties consenting and of age. Lots of mentions of sex but no sex. 

Word Count: 937

Read more here and request something here

The couch was where you and Tom always seemed to end up. The end of the day when you were both exhausted you curled into each other, in the safety of each other's hold. In this time you would do the things you didn’t want to do alone, a show that you were both barely invested in playing quietly in the background as you did your separate tasks. It was typically you doing your school work, often something for Tom’s class, all the while teasing Tom relentlessly about how much you hated the assignment, and Tom would sit next to you, grading papers and reading discussion posts. That was exactly the situation that you were in right now, your legs crossed underneath your thighs with your laptop perched on your legs, Tom next to you, legs crossed as he still wore his slacks, the linen tightening around his thighs in a way that you were fighting not to be distracted by. His hands cradled a pile of papers, a red pen in hand as his eyes traced the words that lined the paper. 

“Tommy” you whined, throwing your head back against the ledge of the couch, thudding softly at the force of your disdain, your voice drawing Tom from where he was lost in a student's amazingly written paragraph and making him turn his head towards you. 

“Hmm?” a soft hum exits his thin lips, curled in, a habit something he had a habit of doing when he was concentrated. 

“Why did you assign so much goddamn required reading?” you groan, twisting your head to look at him with your eyes in a playful squint, eyeing how his look of concentration broke into a bright smile. “And why did I fall in love and move in with you, only putting me in a situation where you can actually observe if I write it or not?” you add, leaning over to poke Tom softly in the middle of his forehead before letting your hand press back, pushing through his gelled hair, breaking up the stiffness as your nails begin to scratch over his scalp softly, Tom’s brown eyes fluttering shut. 

“That ‘goddamn’ reading, as you called it, is for your education, love” Tom mumble softly as he cranes his neck, pressing his head harder into your hand like a cat when you pet its head. 

“Fuck education” digging your nails slightly deeper into his skin, hoping it would pinch just a little but it resulted in a contented sigh that quickly turned into a disgruntled noise as Tom’s eyes shoot open. 

“Fuck education?” he sounded affronted, as if you had wounded him but his face quickly changed. “More like fuck your educator!” He looked so pleased with himself and you couldn’t help but laugh at how witty he thought he was. 

“Dr. Thomas Holland, how crass of you!” you shouted jokingly, pulling your hand away from his head and bringing it to cover your mouth in feigned shock. 

“What? It's true!” Tom pointed out, and it was, it was indeed true, and it was good, but that was beside the point right then. 

“Though it is true doesn’t mean you have to say it like that!” you were keeping up the act, having fun with the banter that you and Tom always seemed to slip into. 

“Well just to bring this conversation full circle, I don’t know why you fell in love with me, but I am glad you did, the thing I do know, is, you moved in with me to fuck your educator even more” he murmurs, leaning in further and brushing his lips over yours in a tender kiss, but you pushed him back ever so slightly. 

“You’re not as funny as you think you are” you once again emphasize by poking his forehead, an action that Tom spotted and acted accordingly, ducking his head so that your fingers landed on his scalp, scratching over his skin once again, a small moan of contentment rising from his chest. 

“I think I am pretty fucking funny” 

“Nah, you’re a pretty fun fuck though” you tease, drawing your hand from his scalp and returning your attention to your computer screen leaving Tom with a shocked look on his face. 

“Um, I will have you know that I am the love of your life, much more than just a fuck” Tom affirms, pressing his lips to your cheek as you restart your reading. 

“Fine, fine, yes, you’re the love of my life who is also a fun fuck, now let me get back to work, my professors got a real hard ass” you smile to yourself at your words. 

“I think the phrase is ‘hard ass’ actually” Tom couldn’t fight the smile on his lips as at your complimentary joke. 

“I know” you shrug, finding the sentence that you had left off on and starting your reading again but you couldn’t help but notice that Tom was still staring at you intently, drawing your attention away from your screen to look at him. “Can I help you?” you inquire softly. 

“Yes, yes you can, you can keep scratching my head while I grade papers, it feels really good and I like having you touch me, even in the simplest of ways.” Tom mumbles, looking away, slightly ashamed of his request. 

“And I like touching you in the simplest of ways” you smiled softly, burying your hand in his soft hair, dragging your nails of the skin, returning to your work as Tom returned to his, much more content with the situation or grading than he had been before. 

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[blissfulparker]

Monday mornings→professor!tom

Pairings: professor!tom x professor!reader

Warnings; fluff only!(also extremely unedited)

Summary; you and Tom like to keep your relationship private. but when he leaves his laptop charger at home you only want to be a good girlfriend and give it to him but accidentally expose everything.

A/n; A little blurb/fic literally no one asked for...too short to be an actual oneshot or anything but hope y’all like it💗

For many, Monday mornings were the worst. The start of the week after a beautifully long weekend. You and Tom were no different from the others who hated this day.

With different schedules, him working early in the morning and you trying to take advantage of sleeping in as you had worked afternoons, he was always trying to get out of the house before the sun rose and you tried to value the bits of sleep you could get.

“Turn that thing off Thomas!” You whine as his alarm blared next to your face as he was rushing to get ready for his 8am history class.

“Gotta go darling.” He leaned in to kiss your sleepy figure. You groan as you open your eyes seeing your boyfriend dressed in his button up and glasses. The attire that made you do a double take in the hallway in the beginning of the year.

“Gotta go darling.” He leaned in to kiss your sleepy figure. You groan as you open your eyes seeing your boyfriend dressed in his button up and glasses. The attire that made you do a double take in the hallway in the beginning of the year.

“Mmh,” you pull him by the tie closer. “Have a good day, professor.” You kiss. Saying with a more seductive voice to keep him in. The title almost making tom stay in bed as he loved when you called him that.

“Love you.” He kissed.

“Love you more.” You try and get him to stay but he doesn’t. He only kisses your cheek again and leaves.

As you start to shut your eyes, you look over to see that Tom left his laptop charger on the bedside table. A part of you wants to stay in bed—only get up for your 1pm classes taught and let him come home on his own. But the girlfriend side of you tells you to run the charger over to work for him, how he doesn’t deserve the dent in his day all because of a charger.

And so you had time, you quickly threw on some Pants thinking that you could make it early enough to his class to where no students could see you. It would be fine, dropping off his charger would only take two seconds and you would get one last chance to kiss him again.

But as you rushed into the classroom, the room was already filled with students ready to learn the next part of the French Revolution.

“Babe You left your—“ as you start you turn to see half the class filled and Tom turn away from the whiteboard to look at you with rosy cheeks.

“Mr. Holland,” you try again. “You left your charger in the meeting room.” You clear your throat. You recognize some of the students as your own, you felt like you were lucky to put on proper jeans instead of sweats but his old band tee you wore to bed still remained.

Too stunned to say a word, you place the charger on his desk and turn to face some of the students.

“Mrs. (y/l/n)?” One of the boys spoke, a few of them already growing smirks as they figured out what was happening. Some give jealous glares as they wished Tom was single for how attractive he was. Everyone wanted to be with tom.

Already calling tom babe, you panicked needing—trying—to clear the air with the pet names.

“Sweetheart, hi!” You smile at the frat boy who stares at you in shock.

“Hey Angel!” You smile at another girl who waved at you. You quickly make your way out of the class, shutting the door leaving tom all alone with the young adults anxious to know this relationship status.

“Professor (y/l/n)? Nice!” One of the frat boys calls out and Tom feels himself grow red again. The room fills with chatters and giggles as Tom clears his throat.

“I know and she’s got huge—“ before the other fratboy could finish what he was about to say tom gathered the class together.

“Alright that’s enough! That’s enough!” He waved his hands and rolled up his sleeves. “Open up to chapter 4 section 3.5!” He called out and the chatter turned into pages flipping as the class got prepared.

So sorry! Thought I was early! Love you!

Your text read as he looked at his phone real quick.

It’s fine :) next time just don’t call the boy who’s always talking about your ass ‘sweetheart’

He texts back as the pet name towards the fratboy was not liked by Tom. For that kid always seemed to have a new focus and took your class just for you.

You're the only one who gets to have it though ;)

He swallows hard at your text and shoved his phone into his back pocket.

“So do we call her professor Holland now too or…” one of the girls asked in more of a jealous way.

“No, no, enough of this. Let’s just get started okay? Let’s hope you all did the notes I assigned last night?” He claps his hands and the class let’s out a groan.

Plugging in his charger he lets out a laugh to only himself. It would be the first and last time you would come in early in the morning to drop anything off but certainly not the last time you would find yourself barging into His classroom to give him something.

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