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sluttywonwoo · 6 months

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instead of you [part thirty-two] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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The first time you met Jisung was at a party on campus. It was a month into your first semester of college and one of the frats had passed out fliers in the residence halls in the hopes of getting lots of the freshman girls to attend.

You had dragged your roommate with you, insisting that you needed to get out there and start meeting people since you were each other’s only friends thus far.

But the joke was on you because she ditched you not even five minutes after arriving, having recognized an ex-boyfriend from her hometown. You didn’t hold it against her, you had been the one to convince her to come in the first place and you understood the whole ex thing.

But you were a lot shyer back then, less confident. So you stumbled your way through the house until you reached the kitchen. No one had offered to make you a drink yet so you figured you might as well make one yourself. You’d need a little liquid courage if you were going to get the balls to talk to any of these people anyway.

That’s where you ran into Jisung. He was bent over the stove cooking what looked to be a grilled cheese sandwich. He turned his head when he heard you come in and nodded at you in acknowledgement.

“Want one?” he asked.

“What is it?”

“Grilled ham and cheese.”

You nodded. “Hit me.”

He finished simmering the one in the pan and slid it onto a paper plate before grabbing the ingredients for yours.

“How long have you lived here?” you asked conversationally.

“Oh, I don’t live here.”

“Are you a pledge then?”

“No.”

“You’re not… affiliated with this frat?”

“Nope.”

“Are your friends?”

“Nah.”

“So you’re just…”

“Stealing their food? Kind of.”

You shrugged. “I won’t tell.”

He cracked a smile. “Good, because I’d really regret making you a sandwich if you did.”

You hadn’t noticed until that point but he had an accent.

“English?” you asked.

“Yes, that’s what we’re speaking. Why, do you know another language?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant.”

“No, I’m from Korea, actually,” he explained after chuckling. “But my English tutor was British so I picked up a little bit of an accent.”

“What made you decide to come all the way over here?”

“A mix of things, really,” he sighed.

“You’re probably tired of that question, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I just don’t have an interesting answer or anything so conversations usually fizzle out after that.”

“I get it. It’s like when everyone in your hometown asks you what you’re going to study and what job you’re getting your degree for.”

“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Your grilled cheese is ready.”

He plated the sandwich and handed it to you, turning the stove off and depositing the pan and spatula in the sink.

“Thank you!”

“You might want to let it cool down a bit, though.”

“Yes, chef.”

He gave you a look, making you freeze in place.

“What? Should I not call you that?”

“No, it’s just- I’m a culinary major. I’m always saying that to my professors but no one’s ever said that to me before. I know you didn’t mean it mean it but it sounded weird.”

“I was just referencing Hell’s Kitchen,” you admitted.

“Just so you know, not all chefs are like Gordon Ramsay.”

“Only the majority?”

He winked at you. “Bingo.”

“So if you don’t want me to call you ‘chef’, what should I call you?”

“I never said I didn’t want you to call me that,” he clarified. “But you can call me Jisung.”

“Jisung. Nice name.”

“Thanks. Do you have one?”

You grinned. “I do.”

He gave an exasperated little sigh. “And what is it?”

You told him, leaning forward and whispering it like it was a secret.

“You have a nice name too.”

“Thank you.”

“By the way, your sandwich should be cool enough to eat by now.”

You leaned back against the island and took a bite of your grilled cheese. Jisung gauged your reaction, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“Good?”

“Great. Best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t fuck with me,” he warned.

“I’m not! Listen, I can’t cook for shit so I’m very easy to impress.”

“I’ll take your word for it. It’s better for my ego if I ignore the last part.”

“I can make a mean Moscow Mule, though. My talents lie in mixology, not gastronomy.”

“Make me a drink, then?” he asked.

“Gladly.”

You set your paper plate on the counter and made your way over to the fridge.

“Let’s see what they have in here.”

“Oh, now you’re the one stealing food?”

“Guess that makes us partners in crime.”

You fell silent as you looked over the contents of the refrigerator, gathering a bottle of orange juice and half-empty jar of raspberry jam. You checked the expiration dates before continuing because you didn’t trust frat guys and then set them on the island with a handle of tequila that had been left out.

Jisung watched as you spooned the jam into an empty solo cup, visibly skeptical. You couldn’t blame him for not trusting you, you had just met him, after all. You poured the orange juice in next and mixed the two together, finally adding a shot and a half of tequila.

“Don’t want to get you too drunk,” you explained.

He scoffed. “You think that’ll do me in? I’m Korean, remember?”

“Fine, suit yourself.”

You poured what you approximated to be another shot of tequila into the cup. You filled another cup with ice from a nearby cooler and poured the contents of the first cup into it. Instead of shaking them and risking making a huge mess, you rolled them between the cups until you were satisfied that everything was properly mixed.

You presented Jisung with your creation, eyes shining. “Here you go! It’s a makeshift tequila sunrise.”

Jisung reached for it but you stopped him abruptly. “Wait! Hold on.”

You took a sip of the drink yourself, just to make sure it was actually palatable, before passing it off to him.

“Sorry, wanted to check.”

“Not confident in your abilities all of the sudden?“ he mused.

“I’m trying something new,” you grumbled defensively, “artists make mistakes. I’m not above admitting that and therefore want to quality check my products to make sure it’s good enough for my consumers.”

“Didn’t realize you were taking this so seriously.”

“I take everything seriously.”

He eyed you suspiciously. “Something tells me that’s not true.”

That night, and all the others you spent with Jisung flashed before your eyes like some sort of sick slideshow as you stood there with him in the hallway. The fractures in the glass were beyond repair now, spindling inward threatening to shatter.

You supposed it was what you deserved, watching your relationship with your best friend crumble right in front of you.

“Why do you ask?” you said quietly, still testing the waters.

“You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking off every night?” Jisung demanded.

“Uh-”

“At first, I thought you just needed some space. And I understood because you’ve been stuck with us for over a month now, but then it happened every night and you’d be gone for so long,” he sighed. “So finally, I followed you-”

“You what?”

“I know, I’m such a bad friend for invading your privacy.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you could already feel the tears welling up.

You tried to hold them back because you didn’t deserve to cry. You’d put yourself in this situation, and you knew it was wrong, but you still did it anyway. You clutched your towel closer to your body, trying to shrink into yourself.

“I heard what I needed to,” he continued. “So how long have you been fucking my brother?”

“Jisung, I-”

“I asked you a question.”

“Long enough,” you muttered. “He found out we weren’t actually dating. I didn’t tell him-”

“That makes it better?”

“No, I just thought you should know.”

“What does it matter anyway,” he spat. “We had an agreement. You had one task and you couldn’t even do it. I should have never invited you on this goddamn trip.”

You couldn’t help but agree. “I’m sorry.”

Jisung laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I don’t believe you. If you actually felt any guilt over this you never would have done it. Or you would’ve at least stopped before it got to this point.”

“No, I am sorry,” you tried. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” he asked, eyes widening suddenly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

For a fraction of a second, you were thrown back in time. The best friend that didn’t hate you was suddenly standing in front of you, eyes full of concern. It passed just as quickly as it had come when you denied it.

“No, it’s just… I f- I’m in love with him.” You couldn’t even look Jisung in the eye when you said it, too afraid of his reaction.

It was dead silent all throughout the house after your confession. You stared at the floor where a puddle had appeared at your feet from your dripping hair.

He chuckled again in disbelief, breaking the silence.

“You’re not in love with him,” he said matter-of-factly. “You don’t even know what love feels like. You’ve only known him for a fucking month, how could you possibly love him?” You were crying now, furiously wiping away the tears that fell onto your cheeks. “You’re just lonely, y/n, and desperate, and grasping at straws for anything that feels like ‘love’.”

“That’s not true,” you insisted. You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend yourself. He was probably right.

“It is true! I’ve known you for how many years now? You’ve never had a real relationship with anybody. How could you possibly know what love feels like?”

You shook your head adamantly, convincing yourself he didn’t mean what he was saying. “You’re lashing out.”

“Is it lashing out if it’s true?” he quipped.

You swallowed hard, choking a bit.

“I can’t fucking believe this. My best friend and my brother. I went away to school to be on my own and have my own life, and somehow Minho manages to take that too.” He was mostly talking to himself now. “What if someone else had caught you two? How fucked up would that have looked? I put no flirting with my brothers on the list of rules for a reason, obviously. Although I guess it didn’t matter in the end anyway, did it? You didn’t take them or this seriously.”

“Ji, that’s not true and you know that. I’m the one who wrote out those flashcards. I memorized all that stuff about your family. I flew halfway around the world for you— I did take it seriously.”

“Until Minho offered his dick to you on a silver platter?”

“Oh my god!”

“Am I wrong?”

You sighed. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”

“Explain it to me then. When did this all start anyway?”

“Minho kissed me for the first time in, um, Italy.”

“Oh my god, I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world,” he groaned.

“But it wasn’t like that then… he still thought we were together then.”

Jisung threw his hands up. “That makes it worse!”

“I know but he was drunk.”

“That’s not an excuse. You of all people should know that.”

You let the dig slide since he was in an emotional state and you were in no position to argue anyway.

“I know.”

“So you guys have been sneaking around behind my back for like a fucking month now?”

“We didn’t sleep together until Shanghai, when he found out we weren’t together. But I feel like I should tell you I kissed him in Japan. Just so that you know everything.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Jisung deadpanned. “Thank you for being so honest.” He spat the last word at you, which again, was deserved, but hurt nonetheless. You sniffled. “I can’t believe you’re the one crying right now.”

You couldn’t believe that Jisung wasn’t crying but then again he wasn’t the type to cry when he was angry. He only cried when he was sad, and that probably hadn’t hit him yet.

You were starting to get cold wearing nothing but a towel but tried not to let it show. Of course, Jisung noticed instantly. He sighed as you shivered and pursed his lips. Even when he was furious with you, even when your relationship was irreparably damaged, he cared about you. It wasn’t something he could just turn off, though maybe with time, he’d learn to.

“Anyway, go to bed. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

“O-okay,” you mumbled.

Jisung brushed past you abruptly, muttering to himself loud enough for you to hear.

“God, I wish I’d never fucking met you that night.”

You bit down on your lip as hard as possible to choke down a sob. All you could do was stand there motionlessly and stare at the floor. You waited for him to walk away into the living room but the footsteps stopped suddenly.

“Oh, and a word of advice-”

“Hm?” You turned around to face him, trying your best to pull yourself together.

“You should try getting over your feelings for Minho as fast as possible. He doesn’t love you back. He’s just using you, babe. I know he’s pretty smooth but that’s why he’s so good at his job. Easier said than done, I know, but you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”

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little-diable · 1 year

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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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Celebs - Masterlist

Tom Hiddleston:

Series:

Take the Stage: While once again sneaking out of the Palace, you meet an actor...let’s just say there is something between you two. (Royal! Reader)

Romeo to my Juliet: You are a student and a teacher at a college in Lodon, which is the same place a very handsome acting professor is employed. - discontinued

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

New Beginning:

(Part 1) | Part 2 | Part 3

Headcanons:

HC - Tom Hiddleston x clumsy!Reader

HC - Tom helps Reader deal with anxiety and stress

HC - Tom loves Reader’s boobs

Oneshots:

Forgotten Fears - The Reader had some bad experiences with her ex-boyfriend when he was drunk and is still traumatised by that. What happens when Tom forgets about that fear of hers?

Kinky Surprise - pure smut

Application - When you loose a bet, you are forced to send an application for Loki’s love interest. Who would have thought that they actually want to meet you?

Jealousy - Tom is insecure because of your age gap. What will happen when he sees you with one of your co-workers who is about your age?

Hidden - As an artist, you find a way to tell Tom that you’re pregnant

Bun in the oven - Pregnany reveal and a proposal. What could go wrong?

Drunken Start - After a night out with his buddies, Tom calls you, neither rembering you, nor how he got your number

Trick or Treat - Halloween Special

Best boyfriend in the world - You have trouble sleeping, so Tom decides to help you out

Dance with me - Reader and Tom slow-dance in Paris

Diary - Tom finds your diary while you’re moving and reads it

Drabbles:

Christmas Surprise - Christmas Drabble

Let it snow! - Christmas Drabble

Drabble #75

Drabble #3

Imagines:

Imagine while on vacation with your BFF you catch Tom Hiddleston during a photoshoot. Your BFF makes sure he remembers you.

Imagine tagging Tom Hiddleston in a meme and actually getting a reaction.Imagine working on the set of Avengers and instantly crushing on Tom Hiddleston. You are devastated when you find out your BFF Taylor is now dating him.

Benedict Cumberbatch:

Drabbles:

Drabble #69

Sebastian Stan:

Drabbles:

Drabble #46

Shawn Mendes:

Series:

Better that way: When Shawn’s girlfriend finds out that she is pregnant, she decides that she can’t burden the superstar with a child. She makes decisions which may seem stupid, but she knows that it’s Better that way.

Surprise: Walking a Victorias Secret show was an honour already, but being able to see your boyfriend while doing so? Pure bliss. Especially when he has a little surprise for you.

Part 1 | Part 2

Fan Mail: Writing to Shawn every so often paid off when he asked you to come to one of his shows.

Part 1 | Part 2

Oneshots:

When you’re ready - Inspired by his song

Guard my heart - You are a part of the security at one of Shawn’s shows and he notices you

Nervous - Inspired by his song

One more chance - Filming an explanation video why Shawn and you broke up, leads to some interesting realisations

In my Blood - Inspired by his song (Triggers)

Late Late Show - You are present during your boyfriend’s appearance on the Late Late Show with James Cordan. Let’s just say it was disgusting.

Sad song - Shawn finds out you can sing during a very sad occasion

Tom Holland:

Migraine - rl!friend has a Migraine and Tom wants and tries to comfort her

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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.

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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memoriesoftanalorr · 9 months

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Wanna make a list of my favorite villains. Here we go!

Van Kleiss from Generator Rex

Van Kleiss is creepy, manipulative, selfish, dramatic, menacing and badass and can be soft as a threat. I wish he is really soft deep down but he prefers to rule the world or become a God.

Obake from Big Hero 6 The series

He's creepy, cunning, dramatic, patient and really clever, soft deep down so you can see how he actually gave up and decided to save Hiro.

Nai/Millions Knives from Trigun Stampede 2023

First two villains I love as cool and interesting characters but on this one I have crush unexpectedly actually. That guy is creepy, cold maniac who wants destroy humanity but loves his brother Vash. He's somewhat can be soft but only for Rem and his brother. I'm utterly believe he's never wanted to kill Rem as he reaching for her hand and asking for go with them.

Dr. Curt Connors from Amazing Spider Man

Only two actors in this movie doesn't annoying me while watching this. I remember when I'm was late on this movie in cinema and I was like it's okay, somehow I can't tell how I feel about this movie. After some rewatching some of the characters doesn't annoying me. Actor is making a great job and in love with him. He reminds me one of my college professors.

Xu Wenwu from Shang Chi and the legend of the ten rings

I'm not into MCU since first two Avengers movies but once I saw this on TV and in love with this movie. Xu Wenwu is powerful, narcissistic and brutal but he's loves his family and wanted his wife back. Better to let go. But he refuses to let go. I can understand him because my mom is in coma two years now and I wanted her back so hard but now fine, okay sometimes I'm not fine when someone talking about her but I'm ready to let go. She's always with me, in my dreams and memories. So this is why I love this character.

Quentin Beck/ Mysterio from Spider Man Far From Home

As I said before I'm giving up on MCU. I'm didn't know about Tom Holland playing Peter Parker and when I'm watching Homecoming I was like he's cute but he's not Peter for me but later on I'm watched Far from Home and I was like that's my baby and I love him and movie is so beautiful and funny. Jake Gyllenhaal as Marvel villain. I'd say it was fun and interesting. This version of Quentin is menacing, sadistic, narcissistic. Such a good liar. And that purple battle suit in the end of the movie, just wow!

Norman Osborn/Green Goblin (Sam Raimi movie & later on Spider Man No Way Home)

I'm was scared of him as 8 years old kiddo when watching Spider Man movie on VHS and then I'm creeped out of him as young adult in No Way Home movie. Oh, good memories when I was a kid and carefree before life gets harder for me, so unfair.

Darth Vader from Star Wars

I'm classic.

Magneto (X-Men Evolution)

What to say. Maybe I don't have thoughts fir a while.

Honorable mentions

Leto II from Children of Dune, God Emperor of Dune by Frank Herbert

It's really strange case. Becoming worm and telling there's more worse path to take exists. Like a villain, I couldn't be I didn't need it, it needed me

Like a villain by Bad Omens is describing him well. Oh, I need a break from this books. It's amazing but I'll never read/listen to them again, maybe but I need more time. I'm still mind blowned from this novels.

#generator rex #van kleiss #bh6 the series #Bh6 the series obake #bh6 obake #trigun stampede #trigun nai #millions knives #quentin beck #xu wenwu #green goblin #norman osborn #Soft villains #leto ii #frank herbert #dune books

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Which AU that i’ve written about would you guys live in and why?? Let me know xoxo

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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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requests:

hello!! i love getting requests because it shows that people enjoy my writing. i’m making this list to set boundaries for myself, so i can feel comfortable with what i produce.

note: if you send a valid request that i am capable of writing, i will not post the submission until after i know i’ve completely written it, so i won’t forget about it. once i finish it, i will post the request and then post the final draft later that day (will link request to fic). hopefully, that makes sense!

basically, if the request is good, you won’t see anything about it until the day i post the story lol! if you’re really curious about it, you can send a separate message in my inbox asking (which i will post) or you can privately message me!

i write for:

-> harry styles x female!reader

-> shawn mendes x female!reader

-> tom holland x female!reader

-> mcu peter parker x female!reader

-> nathan drake x female!reader

things i will not write.

-> sub!male (switch is fine)

-> sexual assault (r🅰️pe, etc.)

-> threesomes, etc.

-> no alphas, werewolves, vampires, witches, etc. (i might do demons/angels?)

-> male character x male character

-> male character x male reader

-> foot fetish

-> piss kink

-> lactation kink

-> pet play

things i enjoy writing:

-> frat!male

-> dom!male

-> forced proximity

-> dark!male

-> enemies to lovers 😍

-> hate-sex (my favorite 😌)

-> dd/lg

-> bondage

things i haven’t written, but would if requested:

-> bdsm

-> professor!male x student!reader (18+)

-> ceo!male x assistant/co-worker!reader

-> dom/sub dynamics

-> spitting

-> degrading

-> slapping

-> temperature play

if i think of any more, i will put them on the lists. to add, this does not mean i’m shaming anybody for their requests because everyone has different preferences; these are mine.

i hope you can respect this xx

#harry styles smut #shawn mendes smut #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #nathan drake smut

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notfknapplicable · 2 years

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If we get a POC racebent Professor X before we get a POC canon Spider-man in the MCU, I am going to sit on a fucking knife.

Marvel is so fucking great at pandering, but they just will not put their whole pussy behind their actual canon POC characters in live action. They’ve never known what to do with Rhodey and Sam didn’t even have a full backstory until his TV series happened (and that was after like six movie appearances).

Ten dollars says that if Esposito does get cast as Prof X it’ll be some one-off type shit - a cameo at most. They wouldn’t dare give him a real franchise to lead. Their pussy is not strong enough.

All I want is my Black boy Spider-man. I just want to see Miles in live action and full color. I am fucking DONE with PP in live action. I never want to see it again, for real. I finally saw NWH two weeks ago and they’re trying to so hard to make him into Tony Stark Jr. and milk that dynamic between PP and Strange and Happy. And I’ll say it - John Favreau looks fucking horrible and it’s laughable to think that Happy Hogan would be able to pull a brick shithouse like Aunt May. She can’t be THAT broke.

This is mostly just reactionary word vomit after reading something about Giancarlo Esposito being rumored to play Charles Xavier. I fuck with that heavily and he’s a great actor but STILL NO MILES??????????? REALLY??????? Y’all will literally racebend Professor X to pander to diversity but you won’t give us a live-action Miles Morales? They love to reference a Black Spider-man here and there but I don’t see any energy being put behind actually GIVING US live-action Miles and Tom Holland has been in like 7 movies now and this is the THIRD live-action PP and I’m fucking exhausted.

#just really mad at Marvel rn #and Disney too #shitbirds #all they want is our money!#so they throw us the tiniest bones they can #while doing everything in the world to uphold the status quo #body shaming cw #yeah that's not nice what I said about JF #but now and forever the woman is always way hotter than the guy in movies #hot women are what every man deserves amirite?

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little-diable · 10 months

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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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