#rich!tom holland

[youandtom2]

Little Birdie Part 2

Summary: You always thought you hated Tom more. But after a wild night that has now led into a confusing situationship you start to question who you should be hating more: your nightmare brother Andy, or his best friend Tom? w/c: 8.8k TW: just brothers being horrible A/N: Wow wow wow okay here it is. Please be kind as I am still easing myself back into this. And I know compared to the first one, it's barely anything, but writing 8k was actually a REAL struggle for me. There's probs mistakes and horrible writing but hey! i did it. And also DO NOT WORRY THERE WILL BE A PART 3. I DON'T INTEND TO LEAVE THIS STORY AS IS BUT I THOUGHT YOU GUYS SHOULD AT LEAST HAVE SOMETHING. okay okay okay all forgiven? Enjoy :)

LITTLE BIRDIE PART 1 // MASTERLIST

There was a book you once read years ago exploring the relationship between humans and dreaming, and it captivated your mind from the instant your fingers turned the first page. You were thrilled by its language, its storytelling, its theories and explanations to the point where you were absolutely obsessed by the enigma that is dreaming. The leading theory intertwined with its words was that dreaming was a human’s way of analysing their memories, learning from situations with hindsight and acting as a rehearsal for future challenges. 

It was a book you rarely forgot and a book you rarely shut up about. You remembered the moment you finished it and the profound imprint it left on your mindset. Your hands didn’t want to let go of it. From then on, it prompted you to question every dream you ever had since then.

The dream you had last night certainly fulfilled that theory. Images of your own troubled memory involving your own troubled brother flashed before you. Aside from the unstable, hostile relationship, there was actually another reason why you tended to stay away from Andy. And for some reason, your mind decided to remind you just last night in the form of a dream. 

Ten years ago, when you were eleven, you had just finished reading Matilda for the first time, one of the few books that occupied a home on your shelf as one of your all-time favourites. The storyline was almost an uncanny retelling of your life and because of that you immediately fell in love with it. You found so much of yourself in Matilda; a lonely girl with a love of books living with a family that didn’t quite understand her. Admittedly, your parents were much kinder to you than Harry and Zinnia Wormwood, but you couldn’t say the same about your brother. Andy resembled Matilda’s menacing brother, Michael Wormwood, in every way.

Prior to reading the book, you had had an awful week dealing with your brother who was in the early stages of his teenage years and you had yet to find a way of escaping his torment when your parents weren’t around. That was until you read Matilda, sitting on your front in a pillow fortress, swinging feet and unblinking eyes with the book perched so close to your face. One of your favourite moments was when Matilda had cleverly pieced together a very daring prank involving bleach hair dye, originally intended for her father but you took inspiration from it in any way you could and decided to replicate something similar for your brother. With the confidence given to you by Matilda, you found your mother’s bleach and concocted a mixture that was poured directly into your brother’s shampoo, cackling as you had finally gained a way to get back at your brother. At the time, you thought it was enough to keep him off your back, that with enough time he would realise the error in his mistakes for ever having mistreated you like Matilda’s brother Michael did. 

It was the biggest regret of your life. 

Things didn’t go your way. In the end, it was Andy that made sure you realised your mistake and a day later, you had suffered more than you ever had before. 

Enraged, Andy had stormed into your room, hair blazing with a tinge of orange that originally had you in fits of giggles, but when you realised the true extent of his anger, you weren’t laughing for long. He had fought to grab you by your ankles and vigorously drag you from your bed whilst insults and slurs passed through his lips. You had kicked and squealed but your parents were out for dinner with business partners. You were left by yourself, left to suffer the carpet burns up the length of your spine as he pulled you out of your bedroom, to defend yourself when he had pulled you to the edge of the half flight of stairs and sent you tumbling down the steps. Being a carpeted staircase with fewer than 10 steps, you got away with what could’ve been worse but it didn’t mean that the injuries you sustained you didn’t ache from. So blinded by anger, unprecedented for a fourteen-year-old, Andy couldn’t explain to your parents how you ended up with a split head that needed stitches. He couldn’t explain how you had ended up with carpet burn blisters on your back. He couldn’t explain why he did what he did simply because your parents didn’t need an explanation. They knew what had prevailed. 

It was a night you realised just how far Andy was willing to go to show how much he hated you and you vowed to never risk provoking him again. It was also a night Andy vowed to never risk hurting you again after the trouble he got himself when your parents arrived back home. 

Well, at least not physically. Little birdie would already have scuttled away before it escalated to that point.

The dream had fizzled out into a dark void as the memory turned blank. As you arose from your slumber, you wondered why, of all nights, would your conscience decide to resurrect such a memory. Again, you reminded yourself that no one really knows exactly why people dream and what messages they carry, but if you were to guess; perhaps knowing what transpired last night between you and Tom, it was your deeper conscience telling you to consolidate an old opinion of yours; that Andy was the truer evil you should be hating more. Not Tom. Not after how Tom looked at you with a soft glazing of affection in his eyes just before you fell asleep, tenderly caressing the skin of your thigh with a grounding squeeze, the very feeling that made your heart jump with giddiness. 

Longing stare, gentle touch, soft whispers. 

Maybe it could be a feeling you could get used to. You were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt just to feel more of it. 

The soft cotton of your black suite caressed your skin as you tossed and turned. The early morning sun streamed in through the small square window in the corner, illuminating the entirety of the shed. You had never slept on the couch before; it felt so out of routine. You were much more used to the bed upstairs hidden behind the blackout curtain, so you weren’t accustomed to waking in the bright morning light. It was somewhat uplifting. Albeit, the cramp in your neck was less so. 

You basked in daylight’s glow for just a minute before acknowledging how bare you were sandwiched between a blanket and the couch. Despite it being a foreign feeling, it was hardly startling compared to the savagery your body endured last night. Your ass stung, your pelvis throbbed and your head pounded. But nothing hurt more than the tightness in your chest, a pressure so suffocating that your heart was almost murmuring to be free. The pain of solitude was a bitter one. 

You, along with the black cinders of a dead flame, a raggedy towel and bottle of half-empty whisky lying by the side of the couch, and a broken promise were the result of what happened when Tom Holland got his way.

He didn’t stay. 

You wanted him to stay and he knew that, but he didn’t stay.

Your pain tolerance had been worn down to its last thread and you wanted nothing more than to be cocooned in comfort and warmth. You sought recovery under the thin blanket, grasping it in fists and pulling it tightly over your shoulder as you turned on your side while a sigh deflated from your lips.

It was too good to be true. Tom was never going to change and now, neither will you. You should just keep hating him like you did before.

~~~~

Andy also seemed to be a no-show when you eventually entered through the back patio doors into the living room. Although the air was still and calm, there was still a feeling of unease crawling up your spine when you walked past the mess left behind by Andy’s friends. Without thought, your eyes subconsciously landed on the settee where Tom had placed himself last night before he came to you, where he had sat with fire in his eyes as you bravely threatened to expose his misdemeanours. You remembered feeling like you had achieved something, like you were the victor of a battle that seemed impossible to overcome. Little did you know it was a threat he was going to face head on, and suddenly last night’s…punishment instantly flashed in your mind. 

Upon the thought, a sudden flash of realisation coloured your mind and your hand whipped to clamp over your neck. You almost forgot. The bruise on your neck. Shit, was it bad? 

You shifted nervously in front of the sheen of the oven door, seeing not one but multiple red splotches staining the skin of your neck in its reflection. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How could you walk around here so brazenly with that on your neck? Trust Tom to be an issue even when he wasn’t here. Bastard. 

“You got nerve comin’ back in here after your little stunt last night.” Andy’s groggy voice along with shuffling bare feet entered the kitchen. Fuck, you were hoping for a little reprieve to wash, change and lather your neck in makeup before Andy even had the chance to leave his bedroom. Between the dream you had last night and the bruise to your neck, Andy suddenly being here caused your heart to thump a little harder in your chest, but it was his tone that made your blood run cold. 

He sounded…pissed. Well, that was nothing new. But aside from his usual abhorrence towards you, there was something about his expression that resounded a little deeper. Grumpier. His eyes also looked at you a little differently, like he knew something about you that he hadn’t before, something contemptible and there were no second guesses as to what it was. He can’t know. How could he know? Tom--he wouldn’t…would he?

Your hand stayed resting against your neck out of pure guilt while Andy roamed the kitchen, searching fridges, cupboards, drawers.

“What?” 

He froze in his tread and turned to look at you expectantly with a deep scowl. “Uh, the whole Tom thing? How can you not remember what you did? Are you that fucking stupid?” 

You swallowed thickly, quickly preparing words. “It…it wasn’t my fault! I didn’t know what he was going to do!” 

“Well, what did you expect? You were pretty much asking for it!”

You took a hefty breath, body shaking with anger. “Fuck you, Andy. Just fuck you. Why can’t you just be on my side for once? That’s what brothers are supposed to do!”

Andy scoffed and turned back to the measly bowl of cereal he poured himself. “Well if you had just given me a slice of pizza like I asked then none of it would've happened! That’s what sisters are supposed to do, right? Do you know how pissed he was after you blackmailed him? He was blaming me for it, saying that I told you everything and how I betrayed him and how he can’t trust me anymore. I mean, how the fuck did you even know all of that?” 

Oh. He’s talking about that. 

Your hand remained casually resting against your neck, under the shield of your hair as a sigh blew past your lips. With quieter subdued words, you mumbled, “you guys aren’t exactly the quietest when you’re drunk and high.” 

“Well mind your own business and put some headphones on next time!” 

“Whatever.” 

“Why are you holding your neck like that?”

“I slept on my couch last night. Got cramp in my neck.” Ready to leave with your secret still undisclosed, you turned to make your exit from the kitchen, heading towards the bathroom. 

“Weirdo.” 

The shower was a degree or three colder than you would usually have it. Something about the freezing cold water inflicted a feeling of clarity upon your skin, like a breath of fresh air, cleansing the stains of the debauchery of last night’s secret. Even as you stepped out, you exited with a new mentality and left the promiscuous past to drain away with the water. However, in its place frustration took over. Typical that whatever relief was to be had from the refreshing shower was only to last mere minutes, because now the heat of loathing had consumed you. Of course, your inner-consciousness blamed it on Tom, but there was a small minority that was self-loathing too for even letting it happen. You should’ve known better. 

You stopped, frozen to the spot. The thing was…you did know better. You passed him off as a womaniser, the ‘selfish player’ who strives for nothing but his own satisfaction and only chases girls that share the same intent. You read him like one of your books, exposed everything you knew about him directly to his face and he confirmed it all without hesitation. So was there really anything surprising about what he did? No, of course not. You knew how sharp the blade was before you let yourself get cut by it. 

So why were you still bothered by it?

The thought still followed you as you mindlessly dabbed concealer over your neck. You watched yourself in the mirror and for just a moment tried to avoid looking at yourself as just a reflection and rather how others would see you.

It was obvious you had never been adventurous with your appearance, your virgin locks hung around your usually make-up free face, adorning wise but inexperienced eyes. What you saw was what you got. Nothing you wore represented your family’s wealth; plain, basic clothing and lacking the expensive accessories that your brother might choose to wear, but it showed that you didn’t need money to be content and preferred a simple life. The more deductions you pointed out about yourself, the more you regretted ever reading Sherlock Holmes, because fuck, you were so readable. So transparent to the eye that you assumed it was why Andy knew how to push your buttons, that your parents knew exactly what books to get you for your birthday, and possibly how Tom was able to win one over on you. 

The epiphany hit you hard and fast. Perhaps knowing Tom wasn’t the issue. After all, it certainly didn’t cause any vulnerability on his part. Perhaps the issue resided with never considering what others saw in you. Tom knew you would grow curious despite how adamant you were of opposing the idea. He knew that even though he was everything you hated about your brother and more, you would still fall into his trap. He knew how he made you feel when he was near, dissecting every sign until they were raw and unfiltered. He just knew. He even fucking told you!

“You’d be surprised at what I know about you.” Because you were so fucking readable.

Your head sunk deep into the caverns of your hands, quietly swearing an oath to yourself to stay away from Tom Holland until you figured out how not to be so transparent. 

“Hey, dude. I’m sorry about last night. You up for comin’ round again tonight? I’ll get dinner and beers. My treat. Cool, dude. See you at about 7.”  

As the words of an invitation echoed through the hall, you realised it was going to be much harder than you anticipated.

~~~~~

You spent most of the afternoon fretting over how you could avoid Tom’s inevitable return to the house. Your eyes gazed out of your bedroom window to see your shed exactly the way you left it. You couldn’t face going back there tonight. Tinted with Tom’s presence, it now served as a constant reminder of last night so it wasn’t exactly the best place to be if you wanted to avoid him. Being in the house was too risky which meant the only option you had left was to simply leave.

As 6:45pm ticked by, you tied your shoelaces, grabbed everything you needed and descended down the stairs, ready for your walk. You weren’t exactly sure where you were going to go, maybe you would find a Starbucks somewhere and read, but right now, your priority was to leave the house first and foremost. 

“Where you goin’?” Andy had asked, his lips already sealing around a bottle of beer. You were surprised he even cared enough to ask. 

“Out.”  

“Good. Can finally give me some peace.” 

Never mind. “Whatever.” 

“Scuttle away, little birdie,” he chimed, seconds before you slammed the front door. 

The pebbles clicked loudly underneath your feet as you marched your way down the private driveway. The sun had already begun to set beyond the horizon leaving behind orange remnants to colour the sky. Despite the day creeping into night, it was still warm and you praised yourself for leaving behind the jacket you considered wearing and indulged the feeling of having a warm breeze gloss over your arms. It was the first time you had seen outside of your house in a while and with that came the realisation that there was as much beauty in the real world than there was in your books. You should’ve done it sooner. 

No, really. You should’ve. Because Tom’s Lamborghini was slowly rolling up your driveway towards your house. You checked your watch; 6:49pm. Fuck. He was early. Why was he early? Why couldn’t he have turned up when he was supposed to? Why must you have to go through this again? 

Heartbeat accelerating, you looked back towards your front door calculating whether you had enough time to run back, but it had seemed you had walked too far and he had driven too quickly. There was no turning back. You had to face him head on.

Sweaty palms sunk deep into your pockets as you continued your stroll towards the gates, head down and ignorant of everything around you. Naively, you hoped for him to simply drive past you and pay you no mind, but of course, it was Tom Holland. Any opportunity to be a pain in your arse he was going to take it. You just wanted to be invisible, and despite the tinted windows and the pounding music coming from within, there was no way he wouldn’t see you and there was no way you were going to be able to avoid him. 

You expected a slow stop, a rolled-down window and a witty comment to leave his mouth before making the rest of the journey towards your house. And in all honesty, you would’ve preferred it that way. In fact, you would’ve preferred anything over what actually happened. 

The bubbling rumble of the engine stilled just a few yards ahead of you. The door opened and slammed shut again seconds later where a hearty silence followed. Quietly desperate to know what he was doing, you couldn’t resist the urge to lift your head to see him casually resting against the side of his car, waiting for your approach with his hands deep into pockets. Dark eyes latched themselves onto you as you neared and they instantly ignited a flame inside you, one that you hadn’t learned to tame yet. 

In the split second you had before anything was said, you reflected back upon your earlier epiphany about how readable you were to him. Although you hadn’t found a solution to it as of yet, you decided to play into it, letting your brows sink into a scowl, writing the words ‘fuck off’ across your features with as much ambition as you had. 

His head cocked to the side, purposely exposing the blemish you had regrettably left on him last night. You seethed at the sight. “Hey, little birdie. Where are you headed?” 

Fuck him and his patronising, mocking tone. “Out.”

“At this time?”

“Maybe I would've liked it to have been at least thirty seconds earlier, or if you were ten minutes later. Either way.” You had intended it to be a clear insult to him, but yet you couldn’t fathom why he was chuckling with that stupid grin on his face. He took a step closer and folded his arms, his eyes examining you head to toe. Even in a different light, his eyes still contained the same lascivious quality as they honed in you. You really wanted to shiver but you also didn’t want him seeing what those eyes did to you, not when you were supposed to be pissed at him. 

Longing stare…

Wordlessly and without warning, his hand reached out towards you allowing his fingertips to glaze over your jawline, purposely tilting your head to expose the part of your neck you doused in makeup. Your body burned at his touch, a violent act of betrayal of your own conscience as it pleaded with you to hate him rather than quietly yearn for him. 

Gentle touch…

He watched the hidden bruise carefully, twitching under the bob of your throat from swallowing nervously and perhaps with a twinge of guilt for having concealed it. Why you felt guilt, you weren’t quite sure. It had been estranged from your emotions all day, and if anything, you felt empowered by concealing what he left behind. But under the scrutiny of his disapproving glare, you were far from the feeling.

The click of his tongue spiked in your ears. “Andy doesn’t know, does he?”

“No. But I guess that doesn’t matter, does it? I suppose you’re just going to go and tell him anyway-”

“He won’t believe me. Not unless he sees what you’ve covered up.” 

“It’s better that way.” 

“And why’s that? I thought we agreed that little birdie’s free to do what she wants--” 

“And I thought you agreed to stay.” The words had fallen out in a trice before you had a chance to stop them. Tom wasn’t a fool to miss the anger behind them, and had he been a straight-up idiot, he would’ve missed the sadness in your eyes too. 

His hand retracted the moment you continued. “That’s why Andy doesn’t know; because I got played by your game even though I know what you’re like, and it’s fucking embarrassing. I didn’t want Andy to find out that I was that stupid and naive to think that maybe for once, you wouldn’t be an asshole. It’s like it’s all some sort of prank for you, isn’t it? Because after all, you’re the one that comes out on top and I’m the one being humiliated. It’s always been that way, I should’ve been fucking smarter to know it was never going to change.” 

Tom swallowed every word and embraced the silence for a moment before muttering your name in a voice quieter than normal. 

Soft whispers…

“Just…do me a favour and leave me alone. Shouldn’t be too hard for you. God forbid Tom Holland spends more than one night with the same girl.” 

Not sparing a second look, you turned towards the gate and quickly walked further from Tom who was left with nothing else to say. Although you were already fully convinced, you had secretly given Tom one last chance to explain himself. Just one chance to stop you and explain why he didn’t stay like he said he would, and still as you walked away and exited through the gates, he didn’t take it. 

Each step you took was harder and quicker than the last. You drove your heel into the ground as that same frustration pumped through your veins, constantly abasing you for being so caught in the humiliation of it all. 

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself when you noticed your hands shaking. For a while, you spiralled into your own subconscious questioning why his absence this morning hurt you in a way you didn’t expect it to. No matter how profound your own self-analysis of what you were feeling was and why you were feeling it, you couldn’t find a remedy for it.

And like with every other problem in your life, instead of confronting it, you ran away from it.

~~~~

“Hi mum. How’s the holiday?” Your tone was chirper than usual as you spoke into your phone. It didn’t at all reflect how you were feeling inside, but you couldn’t let your mum worry about you. It would ruin her holiday. 

“Hi honey, it’s nice hearing from you. It’s amazing; weather’s sunny and warm, the food’s great and all is relatively stress-free, well, except from when your dad dropped his passport at the airport and nearly lost it--” 

“Jesus!” 

“I know! I told him! The moron. Anyway, how are things with you and Andy? You sound like you’re outside. Oh God. Is the house still standing? It hasn’t burnt down has it?” 

An airy chuckle fed through the line. If only she knew that Andy was just half of your problems. “Yes, it’s still standing so no need to panic. And I’m out for a walk. Decided I needed to leave the house for a bit to get some peace and fresh air. Andy has…been his usual self. Don’t get mad but he had a party the first night.” 

“Ugh! I knew it! Truthfully, I always knew he was going to throw a party but I didn’t think it was going to be as early as the first night! Great. Now I owe your father a grand. It wasn’t too disastrous, was it? You must’ve spent the night in your shed. Did you get pizza delivered?” 

You opened your mouth but no words came out. You never told her you were going to be staying in your shed, nor did you ever tell her about ordering pizza, regardless of the fact they happened on separate nights. She was still, in some aspect, right. 

“Y-yeah, I did.” A long sigh broke the pause in between your words. “Hey, can I ask you something? And be honest with me.” 

“Sure. What’s up?” 

“Am I predictable?” 

Your mother somewhat spluttered through the phone as she tried to find her words, obvious enough that if she had just said the first thing that came to her head you would’ve already had your answer. 

Yes.

But of course, she was your mother, and in her sweet, maternal manner, she decided to answer delicately. “Well, you were always set in your ways, even from a young age. Very much a creature of habit. Routines and tendencies, you know?”

“So…I shouldn’t have a routine?” 

“That’s not what I’m saying. Everyone has a routine. For example, your dad and I get up at 7 every morning, we’re at work by 8, we come home at 5, we make dinner, we watch TV. Every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, I go to the gym. Yes, I have a routine but that doesn’t mean you’re going to know whether I’m in the mood for tea, coffee or vodka and it’s the same with you. I know you spend your evenings reading, but that doesn’t mean I know whether you’re going to read romance, mystery or horror. My point is; just because you have a routine, doesn’t mean your personality is predictable too, just the likelihood of your next steps. I’m just making it apparent that yours hasn’t changed since you were young. What’s got you asking?” 

The truth sat on your tongue.

Andy’s best friend, Tom, whom I’ve hated most of my life, said he was going to fuck me even though I didn’t want to fuck him, but I still let him fuck me, and now I’m angry that I let him fuck me because it proved that he knew I was going to let him fuck me. 

Obviously, that wasn’t what you really said. “Lately I’ve been feeling like everyone seems to know what I’m going to do before I even know what I’m going to do.” 

“Well, change up your routine. Read in the afternoon and take a walk in the evening. Spend time in the living room instead of the shed.” 

You hummed quietly, deliberating her advice. You remained quiet for just a second too long for her liking.

“Honey?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I can’t help but wonder if this has something to do with Andy. He hasn’t said or…done anything hurtful to you, has he? You know it would break me if he was to repeat what he did ten years-” 

“No, no, it’s okay. He hasn’t done anything in particular, at least nothing I can’t handle myself. Now go and enjoy the rest of your holiday. I’ll text you soon, love you.” 

She sighed, unconvinced, but replied back with the same familial passion she had always shown you. 

As the hours drifted late into the night, you made it to your local Starbucks and sat with your hot chocolate encased in your hands. While your book lay unused beside you, your old habits drove you to blankly stare out of the window, casually watching other people as they continued on with their life while you reflected on your own. The conversation you had with your mother still ran circles around your mind, and as ever the insightful person she was, you thought it best to heed her words carefully. Change your routine, she said. 

What was your routine? What was a guarantee in your life? Well, for one, you had to look no further than your own memory of Tom’s words not too long ago. ‘It's hard enough that the sight of Andy makes you scuttle away so easily…’. As much as it pained you to admit, he was right. It was the only cause-and-effect Andy and his friends could rely upon. The longer you thought about it, the more and more of your little tendencies surfaced in your head. 

So you decided to change them all. 

When your mother said to change your routine, when translated into your mind it read along the lines of ‘when Andy comes along, don’t scuttle away. When his friends are invited over, stay in the house. Throw them off, don’t let them know your next steps.’ Although it was going against your human nature, you were going to put your mind to it. Do not let anyone have a higher power over you. Do not let anyone know what you might do next. It was going to be a real test of your mental and emotional stability. 

~~~~~

As it had appeared, that test arrived sooner than you anticipated. Not two days after your mother had bestowed you with her advice, Andy had organised yet another party at your house. There wasn’t exactly a strategy in place per say, but you had already pre-emptively taken everything from your shed because you didn’t want to dangle the temptation of retreating to your sanctuary in front of you. You wanted to remain strong in your ambitions no matter how you were going to do it or how difficult it was going to be. 

As night fell, you watched from the upstairs office’s tall windows as people started to flood into the house, just to get an idea of what to wear. You wanted to look the part, wanted to look like you belonged there and not just a lost ghost floating around the house like you had been before. Most girls you saw were pretty casual, thankfully swapping the short dresses and skirts to jeans and a nice top, choosing comfort over style, nevertheless still maintaining that expensive price tag. That shouldn’t be an issue; you pondered over the choice of Balenciaga shoes you had in your wardrobe. 

Once the party had started, you gave yourself a generous 45 minutes to psych yourself up for the night ahead, throwing back a few drinks you had brought in from the shed, fixing up your hair and makeup with a little more detail, and spending many, many minutes staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes fell to your neck, the deep purple of the bruise had simmered to just a faint wash of pink that it wasn’t completely obvious to the eye, almost invisible in the dark. The foundation brush in your hand hovered a few inches above it, wavering between covering it up and leaving it be. 

No. Leave it. Who cares who sees it? Not you. Not anymore.

The brush rattled against your vanity desk as you dropped it, turning towards your bedroom door and walking downstairs before a second thought could cross your mind. 

With each step you took, you counted the number of things that were a guarantee for tonight: drink, drugs, games, chaos, debauchery, gambling, a mess. You had always seen the result of those things when you stepped onto the scene the next morning, but tonight, you were going to see them happen in action. A little daunting if anything, but if you were trying to look on the brighter side, you were fulfilling an unsuspecting part of your curiosity that had always wanted to see what exactly Andy got up to during these parties of his. 

The crowd was once again split between the open living room, the kitchen and the veranda. There was no doubt that in time other rooms would eventually be used for other things, but the night was still young, sober and relatively innocent. You wanted to grow with it. 

You couldn’t help but notice how you caught a few eyes with your entrance; a group of girls in the corner whispering between each other, a few of Andy’s friends turning their heads to catch a glance; shock, confusion and curiosity evident in their pregnant stares. It was attention you weren’t used to receiving, but that was the whole point of tonight. Change your routine. Be unpredictable. Be unreadable. Take control. 

There was a pair of eyes you had yet to see, though. 

Longing stare, gentle touch, soft whispers. 

Stop it. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” It was Andy, lips pursed, teeth gritted. It was obvious your sudden appearance was startling to him, and it was no surprise to you that he wasn’t taking it well. His control was slipping…

“Here? As in my own house? What could I possibly be doing here?” The sarcasm dripped from every word as you yanked back your own arm from Andy’s fist. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.” 

You smirked. “Says who?” 

He opened his mouth again, at a loss, but was interrupted by louder, higher-pitched voices as they swarmed in from behind him. “Oh my God, Andy, is this your little sister?” It was Morgan, the girl Andy had brought back to your parents’ bed on the first night. She seemed to be engrossed with you, introducing herself animatedly and already inviting you to get drinks with her from the kitchen, much to Andy’s dismay. Despite being a little dumbfounded by Morgan’s sudden interest in you, you decided to not question it with the sheer satisfaction of knowing that you were stealing his attention. 

“She was just leaving.” 

“What? No, come on, let her join. You said tonight was going to be chill. ‘The more the merrier’, you said. Remember?” 

Morgan whisked you away by the curl of her arm wrapped around your shoulder, bearing nothing but her pearly whites as she escorted you to the colourful array of expensive vodka bottles, mixed amongst the fat, golden champagne bottles on the kitchen counter, every second one uncorked. Morgan helped herself to the champagne glasses stacked up in the tall cupboard like she had done it so many times before, grabbing one for herself and one for you. God, it was like this wasn’t even your house and she was the hostess. 

“It’s so nice to finally talk to you. You know you’re like a myth to us.”  

Your laughter was loud and abrupt. “What?” 

“No, seriously. We all knew Andy had a little sister but, like, we never see you.” 

She handed you a glass of bubbling champagne and you took it delicately between your fingers, twirling as you reflected upon her words. “Well, I’ve decided to change that.” 

“Good for you. I’m sure there’s plenty of people who want to meet you--oh! Talia! Over here! It’s Andy’s little sister!” 

A slender body circled around yours and facing you was Talia, the girl you once fantasised over replacing. She greeted you with a smile on her face against the backdrop of her long, blonde hair as a red hue crossed yours. It was a smile that seemed genuinely welcoming and a sly thought spawned in your mind; maybe she doesn’t know about you spying on her that first night…

You couldn’t imagine her being so welcoming if she did.

“Oh hey! I can’t believe you’re here. It’s so strange seeing you outside your shed.” It was so strange to see her not latching onto Tom. Speaking of, where was he? “By the way, thanks for letting me use your toilet that first night, I don’t think I would’ve made it if you hadn’t. I was just so drunk and I literally couldn’t hold it.” 

“Sure, it was no problem.” 

“Really? I kept thinking that I had pissed you off.” 

Well…“Don’t worry, it wasn’t you. It was…um, Tom. Didn’t want him in, honestly.” 

A look of disgust contorted her features at the mention of his name. It didn’t make sense in your head albeit it was something you could resonate with. Perhaps you weren’t the only one to be foolish enough to lose at his game. Her eyes rolled widely and the click of her tongue conveyed a message that didn’t need words. She apparently despised him. Both a sucker for gossip, Morgan filled you in on the details with Talia giving extra snippets of insight every ten seconds or so, and after an unnecessarily long and dramatic build up, you found out that Talia and Tom used to have a little friends-with-benefits-no-strings-attached situation going on over a number of months. Talia had been using Tom in the same way he was using her; to alleviate boredom. It wasn’t news, honestly. In fact, it was hardly discreet. But the shock came from what Talia told you after. 

“He texted me like three nights ago saying he wanted to end it.” 

He would’ve been with you when he texted her. You must’ve been asleep by the time he did. A nervous glance to your left gave away your paranoia, regardless you probed for more. “Why?”

“Something about maturing or growing up or whatever.” She flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder with a short, unbothered sigh, her phone now perched in front of her face. “Oh well. I mean it wasn’t like we were exclusive. I can get my fun elsewhere.” 

Stuck in thought, your eyes mindlessly gazed over Talia’s shoulder where your focus pulled your attention to the living room, full of bodies sitting, standing, conversing, drinking, all blurring into one amalgamation of movement. But there in the centre of the room was one motionless figure, a solid rock amongst the waves and it caught your attention immediately.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. 

Adrenaline was fed through your veins at the sight of Tom, just like it had done before. His stature was strong and confident as he faced you, clutching a beer in hand while the other burrowed into his pocket. He had you in his sights and with a glare so firm from eyes so dark, you found yourself being ensnared by them. You couldn’t put a name to the expression on his face and it left you wondering what his intentions were. Several ideas coursed through your mind but none had any semblance of plausibility.

With slow and careful movements, Tom tilted his head in a smooth motion to crack his neck. Only then, did you figure out what was going through his head.

With a breath caught in your lungs, you stayed vigilant as he subtly raised his beer just inches into the air with the neck of the bottle tilted slightly in your direction, dedicating a small, personal toast with the gentle nod of his head. What the hell did that mean?

You swallowed, cautious. You turned your attention back to Talia. “So…um, you haven’t heard from him since?”

Her eyes looked at you from the phone. “No. Knowing him, he’s probably moved onto someone else. Lucky bitch whoever it is. Tom was kinda my favourite to fuck around with. He knew what he was doing if you know what I mean.” 

“No.” You deadpanned. “I don’t.”  

Oh yes you do…

Having that very enlightening conversation with Morgan and Talia was just the first of many. Every second you spent around the house, the more people began to realise that you were here to stay and took the opportunity to find out all about Andy’s mysterious little sister. As introverted as you thought you were, you were actually enjoying the conversations, realising that not every one of Andy’s friends were as conceited as he was. At first it was the girls, watched by many begrudging boys as you single-handedly stole their attention, a problem that could only be resolved by joining them, chatting to you, finding out more about you and lure out the embarrassing stories of Andy they knew you had stored away somewhere. You were more than happy to oblige as it passed that point in the night when people had estranged themselves from sobriety, opening up with every drop they drank, including you. Although, you told yourself you didn’t want to take things too far, not on your first night of liberation from Andy’s silent clutches of which he was struggling to retain. 

You had chatted to all but two. Two boys who had cowered to the far ends of the room for the majority of the night, watching, observing, refusing to follow the crowd. There was no attempt to patronise you, manipulate you, mock you in any way because, like your mother had suggested, you were completely out of routine. So out of character that the boys didn’t know what to do and unlike what you were dreading earlier, the party had developed into something you were happily embracing. It had actually pained you to take a break from the party when your phone had completely drained of its battery, so overused from adding multiple people on socials, adding numbers, taking photos that it had actually died. 

Quietly excusing yourself, you made your way up to your bedroom believing you hadn’t been followed. It wasn’t until you tried to close your door behind you that a foot had stopped it from sealing you in. You barely made it to your charger when the intruder grabbed your arms and violently spun you around.

“What are you doing, get the fuck out my room!” Alcohol fuelled your anger as you spat words at your brother who was far from pleased. 

“You little shit. You told all my friends about Mexico?!” 

Mexico was your biggest weapon against Andy. It was a time where you and your family went on a summer holiday to Cancun a couple of years ago; an amazing time for you, but for Andy, it was his most embarrassing memory. Just days after arriving, Andy had an unfortunate incident involving the sea, lost swimming trunks, and a very awkward interaction with a lifeguard. Andy was absolutely mortified and the rest of the family giggled uncontrollably as they vowed to him to never tell a soul. It didn’t stop them from talking about it when the family got together, and while they kept their promise to never tell another soul, you had been embarrassed one too many times by Andy to solemnly keep that vow. 

“Serves you right for embarrassing me in front of your friends all those other times-”

“That’s not the fucking same!” 

“In fact, you’re right. Mexico doesn’t even begin to cover the amount of times you’ve embarrassed me. Now get off me before I start telling all your friends about everything else.” 

His grip tightened, containing your struggle. “You’re not going back downstairs,” he ordered. 

“Face it, Andy. You’re just too scared to admit that all your friends actually prefer me over you. That’s why you never ever let me near when you have them round.” You knew all too well that you were provoking him, something that you promised yourself never to do again, but you’ve lived so many years cowering from him. Just for once, you wanted to give him what he deserved. 

“Shut up!” Enraged, Andy shoved you, and you landed just short of your bed, your spine landing onto the wooden bedframe with a clatter. With the door being closed and the music blasting downstairs, no one could hear the fight ensuing in your room. Once again, you were left to fend for yourself. But you were older and stronger than what you were ten years ago, surely you could stand a better chance against him. 

In a tanlge of limbs, punches and kicks were thrown where and when possible, the two of you caught up in a careless fight with no clear winner. It lasted several pain-inducing minutes until the final, winning blow was taken by Andy who had managed to get you pinned to the ground. You weren’t sure what to expect from him as he forced you to the ground. Of course damage had already been done, but what else could Andy do to ensure you would stay here like he wanted you to? He knew as well as you did that at the first chance of escape, you would take it, so with every second that passed, the worry and fear in you increased. He was stuck for options, having nothing to keep you pinned. 

There was an intense moment of anticipation. Your eyes remained locked in place with his as you internally battled it out with each other, waiting for either to have the chance to do something. 

You clocked the moment his eyes wandered to your neck and heat rushed to your cheeks because you knew exactly what caught his attention. 

“What’s that?” 

“None of your business,” you spat. “Let go--” 

“Is that…is that a hickey?” His voice was incredulous as he brushed a harsh finger over it, expecting it to be make-up but when it didn’t disappear, his eyes locked back onto you and his hand remained around your neck. “Who?” He demanded. The fire inside him roared ferociously. For a moment, the thought that he could potentially suffocate you crossed your mind. “Who?!” 

To both of your surprise, the door swung open. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Get off of her!” 

Andy’s weight was alleviated from you very swiftly, and your eyes caught on to the soft brown curls of Tom as he hauled him away from you, giving you just enough time to catch your breath and find your feet. By the time you came to stand, Tom had Andy shoved against your bedroom wall, a look of confusion riddling his face. He still didn’t know why his best friend had sided with you, and it made him all the more angry to think about what you had said earlier. He wasn’t ready to admit anything. 

“Are you fucking crazy?” Tom yelled, face reddening by the second. “She’s your sister?!” 

Andy glared at him through furrowed brows. Defending you was so uncharacteristic of him so it felt like a stab in the back for Andy. “Why are you taking her side in this, man?” 

“How could I possibly take your side when you just attacked her?” 

The two boys continued to argue in front of you while you stood silently behind them. The novelty of having Tom openly defend you against Andy had yet to wear off, so you were curious to see how far he would go and how it would play out.

“Dude, she told everyone about Mexico!”

“So? You’ve embarrassed her in front of all of us before.” Damn, right he has. “You told us all she was a virgin--”

“Was?” There was a brief silence in the argument, the gears winding in Andy’s head. His eyes twitched, stealing a glance of you behind Tom’s shoulder but contempt drove them back to Tom. “You know, don’t you? Who did it? Huh? Who left that thing on her neck?” 

“Probably someone who can do a better job of looking after her than you can--”

You decided to finally cut in. You mustered the confidence and spoke firmly. “Tell him.” 

Tom turned to you, a little surprised, almost as if he wanted confirmation of what you just asked him to do. With his eyes gazing over your features like they had done so many times before, he was able to clearly see the resolution written in your eyes and the confidence he saw as you stood your ground, unblinking. A small smirk tugged at his lips. He could read you so well. 

Little birdie’s free to do what she wants. 

“It was me.” 

“You…no, you’re lying. I don’t believe you.” 

“He’s telling the truth.” You came to a stand in front of Andy. “The night you had all your friends round for sports night. Tom left early, didn’t he?” 

“How do you know that, you were in your shed…”

“Because he didn’t go home. Did you not think it was weird that he came back the next day with a hickey on his neck? That it’s just as faded as mine is now?”

An epiphany soon glossed over Andy’s eyes. “You were holding your neck…but you-you said you had neck cramp.” 

“Or I was covering something up.” 

Andy looked to you, to Tom and then back to you, betrayal and anger riddling his features. Between you and Tom, neither of you could quite tell who he was going to lash out at first and as a precaution, Tom took a step in front of you, curling his arm around your front. You initially thought it strange that Tom felt the need to protect you given what your brother had just found out, especially since you knew that you were considered ‘off-limits’ to your brother’s friends. Then again, it wasn’t out of brotherly-protection, it was out of greed and possession, and knowing Andy and his lack of familial compassion, you realised that you were just as much in the firing line as Tom was. His next words attested to that. 

“You…whore.” 

Now Andy had called you a lot of things, but a whore was never one of them. It had your blood boiling, your skin crawling with absolute disgust, and your molars grinding together. What did you do to deserve a brother as rancid as him? 

The moment he uttered that word, you pounced for him in a blinding rage. What stopped you from actually hitting him was Tom, making a very mature decision to collect all of your flailing, swinging limbs and calmly escort you out of the room. Andy attempted to retaliate but with a swift and threatening ‘do not fucking touch her’ from Tom, he retreated and sulked his way to his room. Regardless, you refused to relent until you were safely out of his sight, out into the front garden and trailing towards the front gate with the music of the party dulling behind you. 

Once you reached the gates, Tom turned to you once to ask you if you were okay and in your alcohol-adrenaline-induced state, you simply nodded. That was good enough for him. 

Wordlessly you followed Tom, having little to no idea what he was doing or where he was taking you. All you knew was that he had your hand in his and you were walking out of your driveway. You shook your hand lethargically to test whether or not he would let go but his grip only tightened, apparently adamant on his decision to take you away from here.

“Where are we going?” 

“We’re going back to my house.” 

“Why?” 

“So that this time, you’ll know I’ll stay.”

All things considered, you should’ve said no. You should’ve reminded yourself exactly why you were trying to avoid Tom. You should’ve stopped him and given him a ‘what-for’ for all the hurt he had caused you like you did with Andy. But you didn’t because you couldn’t stop reminding yourself of why you wanted to say yes.

Rough hands, dark eyes, desperate moans. Longing stare, gentle touch, soft whispers.

You were tired of the reasoning, tired of the tension, tired of constantly battling, and tired of trying to decipher what every little minute detail meant. You just wanted to say yes and get on with it. 

So you did. 

Part 3 coming soon

#why am i nervous to post this??? #i rlly hope you guys like it #i know its just a filler #this shit will have a part 3 #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #smut #dom!tom holland #rich!tom holland #tom holland imagine #enemies to lovers #big brothers best friend #little birdie #tom holland x you #peter parker fic

[everyonesannoyedwithme]

i feel like the majority of british male celebrities are proof that people who like men don't actually care if they're buff and conventionally attractive like i have seen yall thirsting over guys who could be in a live action flushed away with no cgi or makeup. no one cares how much they bench.

#british men are a whole other species i swear #tbh this also might have to do with the fact that they're mega rich too #but usually people have to like them to make them rich in the first place? #idk it's kinda a brain fuck so we'll just leave it at the little jokey joke and not actually read into it #benedict cumberbatch #timothée chalamet #he's not british but in my heart he is #tom hiddleston #dont come at me for these btw im guilty of obsessing over plenty of men like this #eddie redmayne #andrew garfield #cillian murphy #david tennant #matt smith #robert pattinson #tom holland #harry styles #liam payne #louis tomlinson #matty healy #and many many more

[toshkakoshka]

:) my taste over the years

#letra #jjba #the boys #mads mikkelsen #bryan dechart #joji #rich brian #jake gyllenhaal #melone #tom holland #alex hoegh andersen #hades #beastars #jack frost #cod mw2 #undertale

[flightlessinsect]

Random haters constantly asking Tom Holland to "prove himself" as though he hadn't already:

1) Received multiple good/raving reviews about his acting in multiple projects, INCLUDING HIS VERY FIRST FILM AS A 13/14 YEAR OLD. This also includes his acting in works that are not as well-received by critics/the public btw.

2) Consistently brought in the numbers for his spidey films AND Uncharted, which let me remind you all, PEOPLE EXPECTED AND WANTED TO FLOP. Hell, even TCR got unexpected numbers on apple TV.

3) Sold out tickets to his return to West End play, in which he is the only announced cast member so far, and which he made ONE post about on his instagram, in mere hours. (WHICH HATERS ALSO EXPECTED WOULD FLOP)

4) Gained the love and respect of pretty much everyone he has ever worked with in the industry.

5) Used his considerable money and clout to do good in this world through his charity.

Like, he has already proven himself over and over again for his acting AND his ability to sell tickets, and he is well-loved in the industry and by the general public. Haters simply cannot handle all that power.

#tom holland #I will defend one (1) rich white man #okay 2 but hank green doesn't really get dragged anymore

[mrs-hollandstan]

Richkid!tom as tue reader'sugar daddy?

👀 decently dirty

"Daddyyyyy!" You call. You watch Tom fight his smile before he's spinning, 

"Darling… what is it now? What would you like?" He poses. You hum, moving towards him. He fucking loves the sway of your hips, could get lost in all of you. You shrug as you lean on his knees, sinking to your own between his legs, 

"I dunno… there's this really gorgeous dress at Saks. Could be useful for all your galas." You tell him, cocking your head. He chuckles as you cross your arms across his thighs, 

"Yeah?" You nod, 

"And there's this really nice lingerie set at Honey Birdette. I think you'd like it. It's blue just like you like." He hums, 

"I don't exactly get anything out of that baby girl. What's in it for me?" He asks, eyes hooded. You giggle as you stand, sliding into his lap to straddle him,

"Well why would I be buying the lingerie unless I let you peel it off me?" You purr, leaning in to kiss just below his ear and across his neck. He purrs low in his throat, 

"Tell you what…" He starts as he stands, dropping you onto his bed and crawling over you, "I'll up your allowance to ten thousand this month. Surprise me with whatever you'd like, and then we'll spend the whole weekend right here in this bed." He reasons. You chew your lip, 

"How 'bout Switzerland. It's gorgeous there right now. We can fuck with the windows open, listening to the waterfalls." You try to negotiate. His smirks sinisterly down at you, 

"You are so fucking spoiled." He growls, dragging your shirt up to kiss your stomach. You squeal as he leaves wet kisses along your skin, 

"You didn't say no though. Can't resist me can you?" You chide. He growls, nipping at the skin of your belly button, 

"Yes… we can go to Switzerland. And the Netherlands, and Paris, wherever you want." He confirms. You slide your fingers through his hair as he kisses your lips softly, 

"Regardless of how much money you give me… nothing is more important to me than your love and these moments." You tell him. He smiles down at you,

"I know… me too. But… I like having you at my beck and call." He responds. Kissing him again, you roll him onto his back, 

"I'll get the most gorgeous red bottoms for you baby." You tell him, caressing his cheek. He chuckles, watching as you start to leave the room, hips swaying again, 

"I like the strappy heels too." He murmurs. You giggle, turning to look at him, 

"Don't worry… you'll get a decent surprise." You promise. The smile that he carries never leaves his face as he resumes what he was doing. 

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #my writing #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x oc #richkid!tom #rich kid!tom #tom holland blurb #tom holland blurbs

[niallsdaya]

Zendaya & Tom Holland photographed in Venice.

#it's giving ✨rich✨ #they look sO GOOD #zendaya #tom holland #tomdaya

[mrjoeshiesty9]

W E L C O M E // INSTA AU

Summary; Y/N and Joe have been together for 4 years, way before this LSU days. Y/N has always been there for Joe and suddenly she goes MIA until…..

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lahjay10_ here we go boys!!

User2342 yesyesyes!

User37493 where was y/n?!

             ↳ user 232 can you just stop looking for her and congratulate the boy?!

bengals this is the new normal 😎

kingjames let’s go!!!!

Mamaburrow so proud of you all! On to the next one!

tombrady see you at the Super Bowl!

User9382 but for real, where was y/n? Where has she been for the last 6 months because?!?!

lahjay10_ back to back baby! We coming for the ring!

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Bengals who dey!!!!

User92384 this is our year boys!

sam_hubbard_ LETS GOOOOOOOO

teehiggins ayeeeee who day nation where are you!

User8173 underdogs who?!

Y/b/f happy birthday to my best friend, my rock, my soulmate. You make everything better 🤍

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Zendaya happy birthday baby! Can’t wait to see you later!

Selenagomez happy birthday gorgeous!

User9342 happy birthday mother!

User29734 it’s the queens birthday!!! 

User92382 where have you been girl!?!

User1212 is this a new pic or?! Girl! It’s been 6 months since anybody has seen you!

Y/u/n ✨ birthday shenanigans ✨

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Y/b/f I’m so proud to call you my best friends🤍

Taylorswift happy birthday baby! 

Mamaburrow happy birthday ma cherie, know I’m always here for you 🤍

yourmom happy birthday darling, I’m so proud of the person you have become 🤍

User2983 mother?!?!?!?!

User9382 we miss you y/n!!! Happy birthday queen!!!

Bengals happy birthday queen y/n 

lahjay10_ happy birthday sis! 

Sam_hubbard_ happy birthday lil sis! 

User1872 nope, no way they have broke up because, do you all see the comments?

          ↳ user323232 right?! Mama burrow, ja’marr and sam? Even Bengals?! No way! They’re still together!

User9283 how did the rumors of them breaking up start anyway?! 

Joey/nupdates so joe’s family, y/n;s family, bengals family, their friends and other celebs like zendaya, taylor swift, tom holland, kid cudi and more, shared THIS EXACT SAME PICTURE. What is going on!? 

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user231 so they’re not separated after all?!?!?

User39 maybe it’s a dinner party for their arc championship guys. chill. 

User932 where is this? If anybody knows? 

       ↳ user2 it seems like y/n’s house in Malibu?        ↳ user932 didn’t the bengals just play today?!

       ↳ user2  yeah but I mean….they’re both rich so…..they can easily fly everybody back and forth in 1 day hahah

       ↳ user232 also, y/n owns a private plane…. So you know….

User9232 this is random but her place is so cute!!!

      ↳ user838 right?! They’re both pretty private for people who are very much in the spotlight, so little things like these is so nice to see. 

joeyb_9 Baby Burrow coming soon.

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Y/u/n this was the hardest secret we had to keep. Thank you joeyb_9 for being the greatest partner anybody could ever ask for.     ↳ joeyb_9 I should be thanking you for everything and especially for giving me the best gift ever. I love you my girl. 🤍

   ↳ y/u/n I love you more 🤍

taylorswift ahhhh! It was so hard keeping this secret! But I love you both so much, auntie Taylor will always be here 🤍

Bengals baby burrow we are ready for you 🤍

Mamaburrow can’t wait to meet the little one 🤍

User2374 SCREAMING

User293842 mother is really a mother now!!! Queen mother!!!!

User02834 I knew it!!!!! i knew they were never broken up this whole time!!!!!!!!

lahjay10_ can’t wait to meet my little bud, gotta start them early

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Joey/nupdates after the announcement that Joe and y/n were expecting (CONGRATULATIONS BY THE WAY) many of their families and friends started posting the gender reveal on their stories. I’m guessing that’s what the dinner thing that they all posted about earlier.

User2342 TEAM BOY!!!

User2384 imagine having a boy and it’s the exact same copy of Joe

      ↳ user29834 imagine having a girl and it’s the exact same copy of y/n

User92374 this kid gonna be gorgeous that’s for sure.

User0283 the genes!!!! Having the perfect parents!!!

User392 baby burrow!!! Ahhh!!

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Y/u/n my happy boy, so thankful 🙏🏻

joeyb_9 so grateful for you and baby j 🤍 thank you for the best gift ever

Mamaburrow can’t wait to cuddle him!

Yourmom we’ll see you all later! Can’t wait to meet him!

Y/b/f baby j! Cutest baby ever! Auntie will spoil you like crazyyy

User93784 baby j?!?

user9283 I love the privacy but I’m so curious what his name is!

    ↳ I doubt we’ll know his name until 10 years later hahaha

User3934 this is the cutest thing ever I’m crying 

User0210 they really have a baby 😭 so jealous, happy and proud!

a/n: this is my very first fanfic/insta au so... I hope you guys like it. If you want to request anything feel free to do so. I have a few more ideas so hopefully I'll get the chance to start writing them soon. :)

#joe burrow #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow au #joe burrow instagram au

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

On the Seas

Charles Leclerc x Yachtie Reader

**I've been watching a lot of Below Deck which is how this came about - Enjoy:)**

Part 2

F1gossip

Is there a new WAG on the horizon? Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc was spotted chatting to a pretty woman on a boat ride, then later on a larger yacht, Monaco Grand Prix weekend. After a little bit of digging, we found that the woman was yntakestheseas. She appears to be based on the south of France/Monaco and the same age as Charles but we can’t quite figure out what she does. Her instagram is full of scenic, party & boat pics. Do we think trust fund baby? Gold Digger?

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Ferrrari4657 y’all are ridiculous. He was spotted with a woman, he must be dating someone. sure jan

F1fan19 You saw one blurry picture & found all of that? Thats such an invasion of privacy but I’m kind of impressed. 

Fan58 do you not see the uniform? She clearly works on the boat, it’s not like they were making out of something. 

Fan856 god forbid, a single man talking to a pretty woman 🙄

F1083 saying she may be a gold digger is so out of pocket. Maybe she’s just rich and honestly if she is, good for her. 

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas It's the Grand Prix, I never miss the Grand Prix

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Bestfriend1 did Red Bull win?

yntakestheseas you can fuck right off

Bestfriend1 rude

Fans57 thats the same club the driver were in 👀

yntakestheseas along with half of Monaco babes, its not that deep

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas Yes, I Cannes, finally walk the carpet at the film fest! 

📍Cannes film fest

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Bestie finally seeing what its like on the other side

yntakestheseas I don’t like it mom come pick me up

F175 Charles is there, coincidence?

yntakestheseas Pierre, Max and Lando are somewhere here too. That mean I’m fucking them? Hell, Tom Holland is here, maybe I’m

Bestfriend1 You mean to stop there?

yntakestheseas no, I just realized that that might not be the best example because I would fuck him so…

Fan0237 Oh shit 😂

Fan477 She definitely gives off socialite energy, but how have we never seen her before

F1946 she must be new money, seems a bit tacky

yntakestheseas babes the 24 euros in my bank accounts say I’m no money

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas people jumping to conclusions in my comments 

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Fan466 What does this mean!!! bestie3 ooh girl 

MaxVerstappen Why you gotta do me like that?

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas when the captains away, the crew will play 

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BoatCapJoe you know I can see this right?

yntakestheseas Sir yes sir, its a joke. We are actually working very very hard right now folding your underwear into roses. 

BoatCapJoe youre lucky I like you

Bestie babe…..

yntakestheseas I’m coming to live with you if I get fired

Bestie no youre fucking not, I've seen what C's apartment looks like when youre there

CharlesLeclerc do you ever actually work?

yntakestheseas No, my daddy pays for everything thanks for asking

CarlosSainz55 ew 

yntakestheseas what? All I said was my dad pays 

CarlosSainz55 You & I both know what you meant 

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas You can call me captain #8 years 

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PierreGasly your mental age? Yeah we know

yntakestheseas I think you have me confused with lando

LandoNorris or himself

Bestie only took 8 years

yntakestheseas you know what, at least I did it

Charlesleclerc did what?

yntakestheseas bag someone rich enough to own the boat

CharlesLeclerc that all I’m good for?

Bestie you have a nice car!

yntakestheseas no, you have a decent dick too

PierreGasly 😲

yntakestheseas oh shut it mr 🐶

Charlesleclerc Decent isn't what you were saying yesterday

LandoNorris My EYES MY EYES Jesus guys 🤢

PierreGasly yeah I dont want to know that 🥴

Ferrrarifan3 Things I didnt expect to see today. This comment section 

yntakestheseas you should see the group chat

Fan4646 THERES A GROUPCHAT?????

xx

#jjs insta edits #charles leclerc x reader #f1 instagram au #charles leclerc #f1 imagine

[ai-yo]

The amount of foolishness I have seen on social media relating to Jamie Lloyd's Romeo and Juliet and then Rapunzel is so annoying/funny weird that people making fun of older people believing everything they see on Facebook and WhatsApp group chats need to shut up.

They believe everything they see on tiktok and twitter getting their info from people who don't read and/or spread misinformation intentionally.

White People getting upset over the casting of Avantika Vandanapu as Rapunzel in the Tangled live action. But wait a Tangled live action was never announced. Meaning white people and others were getting mad that a Avantika Vandanapu fanpage I think made a fancast video and photo edits of her as Rapunzel

Now with Romeo and Juliet so many people think that it's a movie, and a remake and are talking about Hollywood. When it's actually a stage play happening in London West End and is set to go to Broadway too I think.

Even the ones that do know it's a play are still doing the most, they don't care about theatre because they are unaware that colourblind casting and even genderbent casting in Shakespeare plays happens all the time look at the posters for upcoming productions at the globe theatre

Twelfth Night in central park starring Anne Hathaway and Audra McDonald

The only reason they are paying attention is because of the stunt casting of Tom Holland and the only media they consume is superhero movies. People from different countries saying they won't watch, you don't live in England and you're not rich you ain't flying here to watch a play. You do not even watch plays.

So much racist stupidity over the past few days I had to rant

#francesca amewudah-rivers #avantika vandanapu #racism #romeo and juliet #Rapunzel #misinformation #go outside and see if it is raining dont take someone elses word for it #tom holland

[scoutingout5]

I hate danganronpa i hate hazbin hotel i hate helluva boss i hate valorant i hate harry potter i hate sports i hate black metal fans i hate marvel i hate superhero movies i hate tcc YouTubers who get everything wrong and use words like unaliving and sewerslide i hate eating i hate not eating i hate my mom i hate people i hate baked beans i hate tom holland fuck you tom holland i really hate tom holland i hate billionaires i just hate rich people in general but i hate tom holland especially

[vivwritesfics]

One of my series only has a few chapters left so I wanna know what you guys want next (poll at the bottom, give each description a read)

Seb x Ferrari!reader

Her last name is Ferrari and she hates it. She hates everything about F1, even if she has to attend races. But she doesn't hate him, the young, talented Red Bull driver who was winning races left, right and centre. So why the Fuck did he have to join Ferrari?

Mafia!max x bianchi!reader

Charles couldn't help but feel protective over her. With her brother dead, he stepped up to the role, and became a vicious beast whenever anyone approached her. He kept her well protected, though. So much so that Max shouldn't know who she is. But he does and he wants her

Rich kids club (carlando x stroll reader)

Daddy's girl gets everything she wants. Daddy's girl has more money than anybody could ever need at her fingertips. Daddy's girl wants a ferrari driver and a mclaren driver. Daddy's girl doesn't know the mean of the words 'can't have both'

Norstappen x Holland!reader

Tom Holland. The word thought they knew him and his siblings from interviews and social media presence. But they didn't know her. Maybe because she didn't go by Holland. Max and Lando didn't know her as Holland when they fell for her. So why the hell was Tom introducing her as his sister (musician!reader)

Mafia!Lance x babysitter!reader

She was sweet and kind and good with kids. That was why Lawrence had hired her to take care of his grandchild. And, in part, to take care of Lance. But Lance was never supposed to fall for her. He was never supposed to put her in the world of danger that came with that.

THE CHOICE IS YOURS MY LOVES, VOTE BELOW

#vivi speaks

[destinyc1020]

Poor Tom Hollander talking about how they accidently sent him the wrong email with an Avengers bonus check amount listed, instead of Tom HOLLAND who was actually in the Avengers. 🤭😅😂

All I'm thinking is: 7 FIGURES for just a bonus for his FIRST box office check bonus, and he wasn't even in the film for that long??

Chiiiiilllle.... Tom, you are RICH RICH rofl 🤣 😆 💰 🤑

Even with paying uncle Sam and having to pay your team, 7 FIGURES just for a bonus!??

Chiiiiilllle!!! Lawwwd I can't even imagine that amount of money rofl 🤣 😂

Tom over here counting his Marvel checks like....🤭

"Money money money money.... money!!"

Idk why fans worry so much about Tom tbh lol. He's doing JUST FINE LOL 😆

#thanks Anon!! 🥰 #Tom Hollander #Tom Holland #money money money.... #Youtube

[inyourwildestdreams22]

I don’t know how to share a tik tok but moviemaniacs posted one which is Tom Hollander talking about Tom’s bonus for avengers. I wonder what the bonus for NWH was if that’s the case since it was his movie.

It’s this I guess lol insane that the bonus for the avengers was a 7 figure sum lol we call him middleclasscore but damn he rich, he probably got an insane number for NWH

[growingexjocks]

Outgrowing Spiderman - Tom Holland x Andrew Garfield: Ch 3

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 3.5, Ch 4

An Ex-Jock Can’t Deny His Love of Food

Tom keeps eating and the pounds begin to creep in. Andrew decides to let him fully indluge and see how he fits into his Spiderman suit...

(edited photo creds: https://www.tumblr.com/chubbycelebs85)

As Andrew and Tom's passion for each other deepened, they found themselves increasingly consumed by their shared desires. The excitement of teasing and indulgence created an intoxicating atmosphere in their relationship, and they couldn't get enough of each other.

One evening, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, Tom proposed a daring idea. "Let's make tonight unforgettable, Piggy," he whispered seductively into Andrew's ear. "I want you to feed me until I can't take it anymore."

Andrew's heart raced at the thought, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal. He nodded eagerly, and they headed to the kitchen, their lust-filled eyes locked on one another. Tom sat down at the table, his dick already throbbing in anticipation. Andrew gathered an array of decadent treats and began to feed Tom, one delicious bite at a time.

As Tom's belly grew more and more bloated, Andrew couldn't help but notice how his lover's face flushed with pleasure. He gently rubbed Tom's distended stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin and the firmness of his bulging abs beneath the layers of fat. The sensation sent shivers down Andrew's spine, and his own dick twitched with excitement.

Tom's moans grew louder with each bite, and he could feel his pants tightening around his waist. Andrew, unable to resist any longer, moved closer and began to grind against Tom's thigh, his dick aching for release. Tom responded by wrapping his arms around Andrew, pulling him in for a searing kiss.

The taste of the rich, sugary treats still lingered on Tom's lips, and Andrew found it intoxicating. Their tongues danced together, sharing the remnants of their indulgence. As their kiss deepened, Tom's hands found their way to Andrew's ass, gripping it tightly and encouraging him to grind harder.

Andrew could feel his dick throbbing, desperate for friction, as he pressed against Tom. Their breathing grew heavier, and the room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the rustling of fabric. As Tom continued to eat, his belly was straining against the waistband of his pants.

One night, Tom found himself incredibly horny and decided to share a fantasy with Andrew. "I want you to tie me up and not stop feeding me until I rip out of my own Spider-Man costume," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Andrew was more than happy to oblige. He gathered a cake, a box of donuts, three cupcakes, and a pint of ice cream to feed his hot boyfriend. As he prepared the feast, he couldn't help but notice that Tom's abs were still barely visible. He wondered if they'd disappear after tonight's indulgence, and the thought sent a shiver of arousal down his spine.

With Tom now tied up and wearing his Spider-Man costume, Andrew began to feed his handsome ex-jock. Tom's belly started to expand, his once prominent abs slowly fading from view. Andrew found the sight of Tom's belly spilling over his waist irresistible.

As Tom continued eating, he became more and more out of breath, the suit growing tighter across his swelling midsection. His belly was now as tight as a drum, and Andrew couldn't help but feel a thrill as he watched the fabric strain against Tom's growing form.

Andrew, unable to resist any longer, began slapping Tom's belly, sending ripples through the taut flesh. He also took turns slapping Tom's ass, eliciting moans of pleasure from his lover. Their dicks throbbed in response, demanding attention as Tom continued eating, his hunger seemingly insatiable.

Finally, the sound of ripping fabric filled the room as Tom's Spider-Man suit gave way, his belly bursting free from its constraints. Tom let out a loud, satisfied burp as he took a moment to catch his breath.

Andrew, unable to contain his excitement, pressed his own belly against Tom's, feeling the warm, soft flesh against his own. They began grinding their dicks together, moaning in unison as the sensation of their bodies pressed close drove them wild with desire.

As they continued to grind their bellies, their breathing grew heavier, and the room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the rustling of fabric. The intensity of their desires was palpable, and they knew that they were on the brink of an unforgettable experience.

Outgrowing Spiderman - Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 3.5, Ch 4

More WG Stories by me - Tumblr, Wattpad

Other stories by me with Tom Holland:

Stuffing on Set - Ch 1, Ch 2

#Outgrowing Spiderman #tom holland #andrew garfield #ex jock #ex jock story potential #fat male celebrities #gainer stories inspo #fit2fatcelebrity #exjock #weight gain edit #fat #fat belly #chub #gaining

[sadisticsongbird]

stargazing ~ tom holland

summary: request given by anonymous - ““Frat Tom Holland is super cocky and arrogant and y/n can't stand him. Over the summer, they're at the same beach, so in swimsuits of course, and Tom is wearing a short suit that leaves little to the imagination, especially when wet. And his muscles are glistening and all that. He keeps flirting with y/n and she resists as much as she can, even though she is definitely getting turned on. He eventually finally wins her over, and then goes fully dominant and cocky. He commands her to her knees and makes her beg to suck him off, and while she's choking and gagging on him, he's talking dirty and and boasting non-stop. :D”

warnings: smut (oral m & f, unprotected sex) 18+, a decent amount of swearing

word count: 9.7k

You absolutely hated the beach. More importantly the certain attire recommended for it. If you were able to, you would keep your fuzzy pajamas slipped on and your favorite hoodie and curl up in a blanket with a book in hand. Alas, the sun and heat made that near impossible. Every year, your family ventured on a vacation to your grandparents' beach house. You rarely saw your grandparents and weren’t sure why they even owned the beach house in the first place. Even in their old age, they enjoyed traveling, seeing the world. They were home once a year, if that and this was the way that they apologized to your parents for not being around more. Hey, you weren’t complaining. 

Because they traveled often, that meant they didn’t have to pay a mortgage. And that meant money. The beach house was nothing like your own home. While your parents weren’t poor, per say, they weren’t rich either. You lived in a decent home and once a year, on this vacation, you were allowed to live in the riches your grandparents provided for you. 

Your mother had announced that your family would be spending the day on the beach or the water this morning at breakfast. Despite your complaints, your mother demanded everyone be there as the one ‘family activity.’ Right now, your brother and parents were on the boat, sipping drinks on the water. You kept yourself on the beach, laying on a towel on your stomach. While you weren’t fond of sticking a bathing suit on, you still loved sitting outside and soaking up the sun. Maybe you could take a nap. The flight here had been long and you were running low on sleep as it was. 

Sleep had about caught up to you when you heard a group of people cheering a few hundred meters down the shore. Keeping one eye closed, you peered at the group across the beach. Sure enough, he was among them. Tom Holland. The cockiest frat-boy that ever lived. God, he got on your nerves. You don’t think you’d ever had a conversation with him that didn’t end in him hyping himself up. There were only spare conversations, but still. At first, you didn’t think he was that bad. 

You guys met three summers ago. He and a bunch of his friends and family had crashed at one of the houses a few down from yours. You were walking down the beach one evening and he was sitting out on a guard chair near the surfing area. Something had happened that day and you needed some time alone to clear your mind with your bare feet in the sand. You had almost missed him, and you would’ve if you didn’t notice the small splashes in the shallow water. He had been throwing stones from up in the chair with a sour look on his face. You were going to ignore him, letting him mope in his own little world, but he had a different idea. 

“It’s late, you know. Shouldn’t be walking on the beach alone.”

You stopped to look up at the chair, getting a better look at the boy. He was in swim trunks and a red unbuttoned shirt with a beer in hand. Sunglasses took a place on top of his mop of brown curls. They obviously had been wet only a little while ago as his hair laid messily. 

“You’re on the beach alone,” you remarked. 

“Yeah,” he said, sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees and keeping his hands folded. “But I’m not a young girl.” 

“I am not young,” you bit back. “And I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can.” There was a glint in his eyes as he took a swig of his beer. “What’s your name?”

“I’m not so sure I should be telling that to a stranger.”

He chuckled before pausing. Tom hadn’t seen you here before even though he had been crashing houses here every summer since he was a kid. Moving himself down the chair, he waited for the bottom step to jump into the sand in front of you. 

“Tom,” he said, holding his hand out.

“What?” 

“Tom. That’s my name. You said you wouldn’t tell your name to a stranger.”

God, he just had an answer for everything didn’t he. 

“Y/N,” you said, grabbing his hand. 

“What’re you doing out here anyways…Y/N?”

“I’m taking a walk, clearing my mind.”

“Sure,” you said, walking away from him. He followed shortly behind you, but close enough so that you could still see his face. Tom didn’t want to invade, even though you agreed to let him come. He wasn’t sure why he wanted company either. He had left his rented house to get AWAY from people. 

“Dare I ask why your mind needs clearing?” You didn’t say anything. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get this stranger involved in your drama. “Not telling. Got it.” He was silent for a moment. “Well, would you mind if I tag along? Throwing stones is getting boring.”

You laughed quietly, trying to conceal it, but Tom noticed. He found it adorable how your nose crinkled like a bunny’s and how you looked down shyly trying to hide your smile. 

You both walked in silence, listening to the seagulls calling from far out in the water and for the waves to crash up on the shore. The sun was going down now, leaving the beach almost dark and quiet. There were few houses with porch lights on and couples sitting out, enjoying the sunset. You hoped that you and Tom didn’t look too strange walking the shoreline, but to any bystanders, you two just looked like a couple out for a stroll. 

“So, might you tell me why YOU’RE out here?”

“My brother’s are driving me up a wall,” he said flat out. “We’ve only been here for two days and I already want to pull my hair out.”

“My brother’s the same way! He does certain things that he KNOWS annoy me. Like yesterday, we were out on the lake. And, for the love, when I am dry and trying to enjoy some time out on the water, he HAS to jump in and splash me when I’m not looking.”

Tom didn’t stop you as you continued on your rant about your brother. He knew what it was liked, constantly being picked on, even though he was the oldest. Tom wasn’t the brightest of the bunch and his twin brother’s loved to point that out for him. He probably wasn’t defending himself on that front either, though, choosing to join a frat either. All he did was nod along, knowing EXACTLY how you felt. You were cute when you were passionate about something. 

Both of you were surprised with how dark it had gotten on your walk. The sun had disappeared completely and now the moon was the only thing lighting up the calm waters. You had no idea how far the two of you had walked. It wasn’t an island, however, the shore seemed to stretch forever in both directions. Neither of you had brought a cellphone to call someone or a flashlight to light up a path, so when you stumbled upon a few palm trees, Tom suggested you both find rest there. He took the last sip of beer and pondered what to do with it. It wasn’t like there were recycling bins just lying around. The two of you had walked far beyond where the houses were now, so it was just the beach and you. Tapping the empty bottle against his thigh, he came up with a fun idea for the both of you to do. 

“You don’t happen to have any paper on you…”

“Yes, just let me grab some paper, along with my jar of pencils and pens that you’ve seen me carrying around.”

“Sarcasm. Got it, no paper.” Abandoning his idea, he threw the empty bottle towards the water as hard as he could. There was a faint splash in the distance as his empty bottle floated away. 

You had already found a spot up against a tree, your arms wrapped around your knees as you leaned your head up to look at the stars. Tom came to sit next to you, mimicking your position. The stars were really pretty tonight, not being drowned out by the moon all the way. They were faint, almost appearing as if they were sparkling. 

“I love it when the stars are out.” It was true. Living in a busy city, you often forgot about stargazing because city lights made it hard to do. “The moon’s not bright enough to drown them out and they can finally be appreciated by those that see them.”

Tom understood the underlying metaphor, even if you didn’t yourself. He moved his gaze from the stars down to you. You were still looking up at the sky, lost in your own world. There had never been a person that Tom was so curious of before. You were so different from the girls that he was surrounded with. You weren’t shy, but you weren’t outgoing either, from what he could tell. The stories that you told him on your short stroll told him that you liked to keep to yourself, but part of that was just the way that you were conditioned. Your parents weren’t ones’ to recognize your accomplishments, keeping themselves occupied within their own lives and only paying attention when you were ‘causing problems for your brother.’ But you didn’t seem to be aware of just how bright you shined to him. 

A shiver brought you out of your thoughts. Not planning on being out this long nor this late, you had only put on a small tank top and pair of shorts. The night winds were starting to breeze through the beach and you weren’t sure if you could last being out here all night if that was what was going to happen. 

“You want my shirt?”

You looked over to Tom, already pulling off the red beach shirt, leaving him shirtless as he held the piece of clothing out for you to grab. 

“Won’t you get cold?”

He would. “I’m a warm person by nature. Trust me.” 

With hesitation, you took the shirt from him, wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling it close to your chest. He was right. Despite the cooling temperatures, it was warm as a blanket fresh out of the dryer. 

“Thanks,” you finally mumbled, leaning back against the tree.

Tom stayed sitting upright, keeping his eyes on you. You looked at him and smiled, but he kept staring at you, small flickers from your eyes to your lips. Before you knew it, you pressed your lips against his. You had no idea what you were doing, and not just because this was your first kiss. Tom seemed to guide you, though, keeping his hand on your chin and disconnecting when you needed to breathe. But then, you were pushing yourself off of him as quickly as you had pounced on him. 

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I had no ide-”

“Hey,” he assured. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand still hadn’t moved from your face. Your faces were still close and even under the moonlight, you could pick apart his features. Freckles littered his nose and under his eyes. There was a certain sparkle to his brown irises, one that flashed unclear emotions. 

“It’s late,” you muttered, pulling your head back so as not to make the situation any more awkward than it already was. “We should maybe head back.”

“Can’t we stay a little while longer. We’re probably gonna get in trouble anyways. Why not enjoy our last moments of peace?” he joked. 

“Okay,” you agreed. Sitting back against the tree, Tom followed suit. Before you knew it, your head was placed on his shoulder and you had fallen asleep. 

The next morning, you had woken up in the lifeguard chair you had found Tom in earlier that night. You figured that he carried you that entire way and felt bad, especially since you still wore his shirt over top of your own clothes. You were going to return it when you found him and your brother chatting it up on the docks in a few houses down. 

Your brother turned around when he heard someone else on the docks. 

“Y/N/N, how’s it going? Someone may have let it slip that you were out late on the beach last night. Oops, my bad. Mom says you aren’t allowed out after dark the rest of the trip or she pulls your phone for a month.”

“Devon, what the fuck?”

Your sibling only laughed, raising his beer to Tom, who also had a bottle in his hand. Tom raised his beer before taking a long swig and finishing the bottle. 

“Mate, you got another one?” Tom asked. 

“Tom, Y/N. Y/N, Tom. This is my little sister, the champion complainer.”

“Plenty more where that came from.” Your brother reached beside himself and grabbed a beer out of a cooler, handing one to Tom and setting one down for himself. “Don’t believe you guys have met,” your brother started.

“Actual-” you began, but your brother interrupted. 

You expected Tom to correct your brother, but instead he looked up at you and raised his beer. “Nice to meet you,” he said slurred. 

You had no idea how long he had been on the dock with your brother, but if the five empty beer bottles between the two were any context, you’d say too long. 

“Tom, you shouldn’t be drinking so much in the morning,” you scolded. 

He just scoffed. “You weren’t kidding about the complaining. Get your sister off my back.” 

What was going on? You and Tom had just talked about your siblings last night. You confided in a complete stranger about the way you felt in your own home, but that was your first mistake. Storming away from the dock, tears threatening to spill, you wanted to curl up into a ball. That was not the boy you had spent time with last night. 

You never gave him his shirt back, kept it around your body until you fell asleep later that night. That was your second mistake. You couldn’t bear to take it home with you, but a part of you also wanted to return it to him. So you left it in your closet at the beach house, only to return and spot it hanging in your closet every summer. 

It was common knowledge to you that Tom returned every summer. The year you met, you vowed to not talk to him at all the rest of your trip. He had come up to you a couple times, trying to talk to you, but you ignored him. You didn’t want to listen to a word he said after what he did. The years after that, you both would run into each other on the beach. He would arrogantly flirt and attempt to make conversation, but you didn’t want to hear it, dismissing him rudely any chance you could get. 

You sat up on your elbows, still laying down, trying to get a better look at the group of guys he was with this year. There were only a few guys out with him and you recognized a couple as his brothers. They almost all had girls hanging on their shoulders and had a fire started in the center even though the sun had just started to go down. You wouldn’t have had the urge to walk over there until they started pounding loud music through a set of speakers, one of which was aimed at you. It obviously wasn’t on purpose, but it pissed you off none the less. You didn’t own the beach, but you definitely weren’t the only one annoyed. You saw a woman on her porch yelling at the group, but they didn’t notice her. She finally waved them off, going back inside her home. Getting up from your somewhat relaxing spot, you groaned internally and wiped the sand off of your front. You had been laying on a towel, but this was the beach. And sand gets everywhere. 

The trek to Tom’s beach house wasn’t that far from yours, but your feet still felt heavy as you dreaded having to talk to Tom. This was the third day of your trip and so far, you had managed to avoid him. But you guessed it was inevitable. Even though your relationship wasn’t as friendly as it once was, there was still something pulling you to one another. 

“Could you guys maybe turn it down a little? Some people are trying to relax.”

Harry, one of Tom’s brothers that you didn’t have a strong aversion to and actually treated you like a human being, greeted you with a side hug. 

“Y/N, how’s it going?” he asked. 

At the sound of your name, Tom turned his head away from the girl that had her lips latched onto his neck. She pulled away, giving him a look, but his gaze was only on you. With a smirk appearing on his face, he jumped off of the rock he had been sitting on and made his way over to where you and Harry were standing. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the lone wolf. What, did your family leave you behind again?”

“No,” you shot back. “I chose not to go.”

“I forgot how considerate you are. Choosing not to spoil people’s time with your sour mood.”

“It’s only sour around you, Holland.”

“OKAY!” Harry interrupted. “We can turn it down a little, Y/N. Can’t we, Tom?”

“Sure,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “Guess, I’ll see you around.” He smirked as he walked off. God, he was such a dick. 

You watched the way he walked back to the girl, swinging his arm around her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her cheek, though you ignored the way it made you bubble up with jealousy. And you didn’t miss the glance over to you after, either.

“You’re turning green.” You looked at Harry, not exactly understanding what he meant. “‘M just saying. You two throw around all this talk. Maybe if you did a little less of that, you’d actually enjoy each other’s presence more.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “The day that Tom Holland and I act cordial with one another is the day civilization has fallen. See ya, Harry.” You turned around to go, but decided to leave one last comment. “Oh, maybe consider telling him that the music melts his brain down already more than it is. I know he hates being pointed out as the idiot he is.”

With that, you made your way back to your spot on the beach. The boat was yet to be docked and the sun was starting to set. You had no idea when your family would return, but you weren’t going to wait up. Picking up your towel, you shook off the sand before gathering the rest of your things and heading over to the back door. Before you got yourself inside all the way, you heard a yelp from one of the guys back at Tom’s party quickly followed by the music being turned down. You smiled to yourself before shutting the sliding door and relaxing yourself inside for the rest of the evening. 

It felt like you had barely been asleep for more than an hour when you heard the clicking of pebbles on your window. Looking over at the clock, it read about two a.m. You had watched a short movie before sleeping, unsure when your family would come home from the boat or if they were planning to stay out all night like they often did without you. No text message from them wasn’t a shocker either. 

You had given it a minute, thinking you had imagined the sharp sound at first. But when another hit your window, you got out of bed to walk to your window. You were on the main floor, tucked into the corner of the house in the room that used to be a library. Your mother had made you move out all the shelves of books, but you had taken it upon yourself to dig through them and keep the best reads for your own bookshelves at home. When you looked out into the night, there seemed to be no one there, so you opened it to stick your head out. You hadn’t even opened it all the way before a figure pushed you out of the way and hopped into your room. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!?” you whisper screamed. It was the middle of the night and a visit from Tom was the last thing that you wanted. 

You could smell the beer on his breath, but you said nothing. Seeing him without a drink in hand was a rare occurrence. 

“Love the room. Very…you.”

“Tom, get out.”

He made his way over to your bed, plopping down on the edge. “You really got this whole…beach vibe going on. The seashells and starfish.”

“Tom, what are you doing? If my parents-”

“Your parents aren’t here. They won’t know.” How did he know? If they were gone, the boat probably wasn’t there, but still. Had he been watching for them? Tom obviously took your confused silence as an invite to keep talking when he spoke up again. “Harry made me.”

“Harry made you what?”

“Come and apologize,” he slurred. “Says I was dick to you and I should say sorry. But I told him that I’m only mean because you are.”

“Really? Cuz that’s not how I remember it.”

He stood up from his spot on the bed, making his way over to you, still by the open window. “I said it’s because you’re just. So. Damn. Aggravating.” With every word, he inched closer until he was chest to chest with you. Suddenly you were self conscious about everything. Why had you gone to bed in only a shirt? Did you smell? Was your hair a mess? Shit, why did you care what Tom thought? Had he been shirtless this whole time? “What, got nothing to say now?”

Fuck, you hated how he was affecting you. It took everything in you not to comb your fingers through his curls, not to reach up and touch his chest, not to kiss the lips that were mere inches from yours and recreate a memory from three summers ago. 

“I-” you mumbled quietly. 

“Yes?” he asked, lifting his fingers under your chin, to raise them to meet his gaze better. 

“I-” You cleared your throat, finally getting a grip. “Y-you need to go.” Well, a partial grip.

“If you say so.” He backed away from you. “So what do I tell Harry? Since I, you know, apologized and all.”

“I don’t remember hearing an apology.”

“How’s this for one?” he asked, inching closer to the open window. “There’s a group bonfire happening tomorrow night. You can come if you want, so you’re not alone in the house if your parents go on a trip without you again.” You opened your mouth for a quick rejection, but it was like he read your mind. “If you say no, you’ll just be proving me right to Harry. It’s rude to reject an apology.”

He got under your skin like a painful sliver, a constant pain until it was plucked out. But every time it seemed to disappear, another one would worm its way back in. “Fine. I’ll go, but the invitation is closed to Devon.”

Tom seemed happy with your agreement and barely had to ponder your terms. “Deal.” He held his hand out for you to shake. There was little hesitation on your part, meeting his hand in the middle to seal the deal. Once he had his hand wrapped around yours, he pulled you closer to him. You collided briefly, hands placed on his chest and he bent down to whisper into your ear. “Oh, and wear that little bathing suit you had on today. Was a good look on you, Y/N/N.” 

He let you go, slightly shoving you off of him. You were left there standing, watching him climb back out the window and leaving your heart pounding. He had you wrapped around his finger. And he knew it too. 

You only let yourself wear the swimsuit to please him if you were allowed to wear something to please yourself. At first, you thought it would be stupid, not sure if he would even remember, but you got more comfortable with the idea as soon as you slipped the red shirt over your shoulders. It hadn’t seen the light of day since that morning on the docks and you weren’t sure if you were trying to prove a point with this. You hoped people at the party wouldn’t recognize the shirt. Of course, it had been years since he had worn it, but if someone were to point out that it was his, you would curl up into a ball and die. What message would it send to Tom by wearing this tonight? That he couldn’t touch you and this was your way to fight back? Or would it enforce what he already knew? That you belonged to him?

The closer you got to the fire on the beach, the more you worried. You shouldn’t have agreed to this, but you didn’t want Tom to get the satisfaction of knowing that he was right. You sometimes did start it, and you weren’t sure if it was to protect yourself or just for the sake of picking on him. 

Harry was the first to find you. He had two beers in hand and offered one to you. You took it and sipped on it while he showed you around. There were games set up on the back deck and a volleyball net set up a few meters from the fire. The crowd was bigger now then it was yesterday on the beach. While it wasn’t forgotten to you that Tom belonged to a frat, you didn’t know how one person could have this many friends, especially over the summer. Other rich families crashed this beach front property during the summer, but there were tons of people you didn’t recognize as common vacationers. Those that were greeted you briefly, recognizing you from being acquaintances or hooking up with Devon. 

You were yet to see Tom and you were surprisingly thankful when you spotted him playing beer pong at one of the tables. Harry wandered off on his own, leaving you to find your way among the crowd of people. He was in a shirt similar to the one you were wearing, unbuttoned to show off his bare chest, and the swim trunks he was wearing earlier last night. Or this morning. You didn’t know. However, you could feel the heat from the fire radiating onto your skin as you walked by, making your way to the steps that led to the back deck. The small group of people surrounding the game made a small cheer as Tom had sunk a ball into his opponents second to last cup. With a string of curses, the other boy brought the red solo cup to his mouth, finishing it in one swallow. You watched from a distance as the opponent wound up to throw the ball into Tom’s last remaining cup. Everybody seemed to exhale in sync as the ball bounced off the rim of the cup. Tom was about ready to throw his last ball when he spotted you watching him. 

“Y/N/N, you made it.” He waved you over to the table as everyone turned to see where Tom’s attention had redirected. With your feet delaying slightly, you inserted yourself into the group right next to Tom. He yanked your wrist toward him and placed the ball into your empty palm.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

He laughed at your response. “Throw it,” he said, gesturing to the other side of the table. 

“You sure you wanna do that?” the guy questioned from across the table. “We got money on this, Holland…”

“Shut it, Haz. She’s got this.” 

He stepped back, leaving his previous spot empty. You slowly moved into place, not exactly sure how to do it. You raised your hand awkwardly, preparing to throw when you heard giggles coming from the girls on the side of the table. 

“Here,” he started. Placing one hand on your waist and the other over the hand holding the ball, he guided your throw. But you couldn’t think straight with his hands on you. It was last night all over again. Your wrist flicked wrong, leaving the ball bouncing on the table not even close to the cup. 

Haz let out a sigh of relief at your failure, grabbing your ball as it bounced toward his hand. As swiftly as he caught it, he threw it, sinking right into your cup. Everyone let out a loud cheer, leaving you, pausing on what was actually happening right now. 

“That’ll be two hundred bucks. Shouldn’t have put your money on the girl, Holland.” He moved over to you and Tom. The red solo cup laying in front of you was picked up and shoved in your face. “Drink up,” he said. 

You took the cup from him and hesitantly brought the drink up to your lips. The beer was stronger than you would have liked, but you drank every last drop, setting the empty plastic down on the table. Tom watched you with careful eyes while he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, taking out two large bills. Your eyes followed the cash as Tom set it into the palm of Haz’s hand. 

“You owe me money, Y/N/N. But don’t worry, I know how you can make it up to me.” Tom pulled you back towards the fire. Haz let out a whistle as he watched the two of you run away from the game. 

You could barely keep up with him as your feet hit the hot sand. Weaving through people, you kept muttering apologies as Tom whisked his way towards the giant bonfire happening by the shore. There were only a few people sitting there, however a guitar player was sitting playing songs to keep those sitting occupied. When Tom sat down on a log, he picked up a blanket and offered it to you. You took it, sitting down next to him. 

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

You should’ve known he’d remember. Embarrassment flooded your face, wrapping yourself tighter in the material and looking down at your feet. “Yeah,” you muttered almost silently. 

“Surprised you haven’t given it back by now. I’ve been wondering where you stuck it.” 

There seemed to be a permanent smile stuck on Tom’s face, one that hadn’t left since he’d first seen you at the party, wrapped up in the fabric he’d given your years ago. You probably figured you were being smart about this whole situation, but it only made Tom warm inside. 

“Honestly, I haven’t touched it since…since, well, that night,” you admitted.

Tom was quiet. You thought maybe he would say something about it. Neither of you had addressed the elephant in the room about what happened that morning. It wasn’t exactly a happy memory for either of you, but it seemed to be the center of your problems. 

“Well, it looks better on you than me,” he finally said. Tearing his gaze away from you, he glanced at the other couples across the way, some cuddled with one another and some making out. Realizing that you two were the only ones not participating, he wondered if he should do something. The conversation was already awkward as it was. You hadn’t REALLY talked to one another besides that night on the beach, but he didn’t know what else to say. “Why’d you wear it? You know, if you hadn’t worn it since…” he cut himself off. 

“I don’t know.” You let out a heavy sigh. “I thought maybe, I don’t know, it’d piss you off. That sounds ridiculous, though now that I’m saying it out loud,” you revealed, laughing to yourself. 

Tom laughed along with you. “Well, it did the exact opposite of that, darling. Made me actually quite happy to see you in my clothes.” He nudged you on the side with his arm, making you curl your side over and away from him. 

“Do you want it back?” you asked, beginning to take it off. “You probably miss it,” you joked. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I got plenty more shirts.”

“You know, I think this is the first civil conversation we’ve been able to have in a LONG time.”

“And why do you think that is, Y/N/N?”

“First off, don’t call me that. Second, you always cause problems. I can’t even have a conversation with someone else without you barging in and making a scene.”

“Well excuse me, Y/N/N, if you interrupt my party, I have a right to kick you out. Especially if you’re talking to my brother.”

“I could say the same.” You were starting to get pissed off now and you could hear it slightly in the tone of Tom’s voice too. “Maybe if you weren’t too busy drinking it up with my brother, we wouldn’t be in this position in the first place.”

“Maybe if you actually tried to have a relationship with your family, your brother wouldn’t hate you so much,” he yelled, causing you to fall away from him. 

You were ready to cry. That was twice now where you trusted Tom and twice where he had used your family problems against you. Standing up abruptly, you practically ripped the beach shirt off and threw it into Tom’s face. 

“Here,” you said, voice threatening to fail you. “You can have it back, you prick.” 

Not bothering to look back, you took the blanket and ran off down the beach, away from your home, away from the fire, away from Tom. You could hear him yelling for you as you ran, but you wanted nothing to do with him. The both of you had caused a scene, making everyone at the fire look at the two of you as you ran down the beach. 

“Y/N, wait!” he screamed. “I’m sorry!”

As sincere as he sounded, you didn’t think that there was anything that could get you to stop or turn around. You had managed to keep your tears at bay, but they would spill if you looked at him again. You glanced behind you briefly, seeing that he was catching up with you. Between the fact that he was fast and your legs were getting tired, you didn’t know how much longer you’d make it. When you spotted a structure in the distance, you pushed yourself as much as you could to out run Tom. But the closer that you got, the more you recognized it. The lifeguard chair, sitting empty with the umbrella closed where you two had met. You practically broke down in front of it, your legs collapsing underneath you and making your knees dig into the sand. 

“Y/N!” Tom screamed as he saw you fall. He pumped his legs to try and catch you, but you were already on the ground. He set a hand on the small of your back, trying to see if you were alright. “Are you okay?” 

You flew away from him the moment you felt his skin connect to yours. “GET OFF!!!” you yelled. There was no attempting to push it down anymore, letting yourself cry and whine. You backed up until you were leaning against one of the legs of the chair. Tom didn’t move, staying in the same position, kneeling in the sand next to where you were moments ago. He looked hurt, you pushing yourself away from him when he only wanted to help. He let you be on your own, cry until you were done, scream at him if you needed to. You heard him get up but you didn’t dare look. The sound of his footsteps were getting closer and you half expected him to grab you and pull you up. But when nothing happened, you moved your head to see him holding a hand out to you with the newly sand covered blanket in the other. 

“Come on. We should talk.”

You just stared at his hand, unmoving. But Tom didn’t falter. He kept his hand out for you to grab and he would stand there all night until you took it. You slowly reached up and laced your fingers with his. He pulled you up from your place in the sand, hand not leaving yours even when you were on your feet. He opened his mouth to say something to you, but closed it shortly after. You half expected him to spew out some half-assed apology, but he said nothing. Only turning to the water and beginning to walk down the shoreline. You weren’t sure why your feet didn’t move, but when you two got too far apart, Tom squeezed your hand, signaling you to move. 

The two of you walked along the beach in silence. Maybe it was better this way. You got to spend some time together, but couldn’t say anything to mess it up. Tom’s strides were wider than yours, however, he didn’t let you drag behind, not wanting to lose you in his peripherals. He began to rub his thumb on the surface of your hand, sending goosebumps up your arm. You tried to move your hand out of his at the sensation, but Tom didn’t want to let go. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

You pulled your hands into your body, crossing your arms in front of your chest. There was the urge to rub your hands on your arms to get some sort of heat in your body, but Tom was quick to notice. He slung the blanket that he had been holding around your body and wrapped it towards your front. You both said nothing as he uncrossed your arms to search for your hand again. There was silent agreement between the two of you as you returned to walking down the beach. 

The scene was familiar and you could vaguely see the small collection of palm trees up a small hill  in the distance. “Is that…” you trailed off. 

Tom shook his head before taking off running. His hand slightly slipped from yours, but it didn’t matter you were right behind him, curiosity getting the best of you. It didn’t look any different other than the new collection of plants forming a small circle around the area, but you remembered it. The spitting image from three summers ago. Tom was standing in the middle with his back turned to you, looking up at the stars. 

“I come back here every summer, you know. It’s my favorite place on the beach.” He could feel you walking up behind him, but continued to look at the sky, admiring the stars that you loved to gaze at. “I’m really sorry…about everything. I shouldn’t’ve said what I did on the docks. You had just confided in me and I took it and used it against you. You have every right to hate me.” There was hurt and regret in his voice. It’s what made you finally look at him closer. If you weren’t standing in the spot you were, you would’ve missed the small drop falling out of the corner of his eye. “When I brought you back to the lifeguard chair earlier in the morning, Devon saw me out there. I was gonna come back after grabbing a small snack so I could wake you up, but he offered me a beer and I…couldn't say no. He took me out to the docks and my drunken mind forgot about you. But,” he said, finally looking back down at you and turning to face your body, “there is absolutely no excuse for what I did. I tried talking to you, but you would avoid me.” Taking your hand from your side, he laced it with his again. “You wouldn’t even let me get within a few feet of you and, fuck, that hurt. I know we had just met but I swore to myself that you were it. There’s just something about you, Y/N/N…”

God, you hated it when he called you that. 

He was flickering between our lips and your eyes, dying to kiss you again. You wanted to beg him for it, beg him to just lean in, but he didn’t move a muscle. Tom wasn’t going to cross that bridge without knowing that you two were okay again. So you moved in first. Standing on your tippy toes, you kissed him again. It was quick and sweet, but you had to make sure he knew. “I forgive you.”

A smile panned across his features, the biggest one you’d ever seen on him and a change from the normal smirk he used to wear. He let go of your hand and grabbed onto your waist. In his actions, the blanket fell off your shoulders, leaving it to fall back into the sand. He leaned down toward you and you happily met him in the middle. His lips were slightly cracked from the heat, but they were a nice contrast to your soft ones. There was a gentleness finding its way into the kiss as you both tried to get into the perfect rhythm. But before you could settle in, you pulled away to catch your breath, a small giggle leaving you. 

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, unsure whether to be offended or laugh along with you. 

“I just can’t believe this is actually happening,” you breathed, leaning your forehead against his. 

“Me neither. Fuck, Y/N/N, I forgot how good it feels to kiss you.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased. He began to lean in again as you turned your head, making him miss your lips and instead kiss your cheek. “Well, you’re going to have to earn those kisses.”

Replacing his gentle smile, a smirk grew on his face. The next thing you know, you were up in the air, legs wrapped around his waist and your back up against a tree. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes. Just want you.”

Fuck. His forehead was still up against yours and he was letting out shallow breaths. You could feel his dick hardening in his thin swim shorts, rubbing up against your core. You were trying to keep quiet, not get yourself worked up so quickly, but it didn’t seem to be working as you wanted to egg him on, pushing your heels into his back and shoving him closer. Little moans snuck out as you threw your head back to the bark of the tree. His head followed, burying it in the crook of your neck, beginning to mark the skin below your jawline.

“Tommy,” you whimpered out.

Fisting the shirt he currently had on, you had the urge to rip it off of him. You took one sleeve off of his shoulder, trying to push it down his arm as he remained buried in your skin. When you got it down to his elbow and began struggling, Tom stopped. 

“We can stop,” he finally settled on. 

“Need help, darling?” You nodded as you unhooked your legs from around him and he set you down. Taking the rest of his shirt off, he noticed you watching. You didn’t move, only watching as he reached for the waistband of his swim trunks. “Y/N/N, I can’t be the only one getting undressed…” He stopped with himself, reaching up behind your neck and grabbing the ends of your swimsuit tie. Your eyes trailed his fingers as they began to pull and you could feel the fabric loosening around your chest. Before it could fall, you reached up to catch it, keeping yourself concealed. He quit pulling at your suit and put his hands on your arms. “Are you nervous? Have you ever…”

Of course you hadn’t. Tom was your first kiss, your only kiss. Too shy to say anything, you just nodded your head. Shock filled his face at your response. You were so confident only seconds ago. Being siblings with Devon, he assumed that maybe you had experienced a thing or two. Little did he know that he had stolen a lot of your firsts. First kiss, first enemy, first…love. If you could even say that. 

“No!” you shouted, way too eagerly. Clearing your throat, you spoke up again, quieter. “No, we can keep going. I just…may need a little help.”

Your shyness was cute, but made Tom more nervous. This was your first time and you were doing it on the beach. You didn’t have any expectations for it, however he felt the pressure to give you a good time. You watched as he knelt to the ground to pick up the blanket yet again. He shook it out, letting the loose sand fall, before laying it out on the ground as smoothly as he could. Taking a few steps around it, he came back towards you, still with your arms crossed. Hesitantly, he let his hands find your arms and fall to your elbows. There was a squeeze of reassurance as he began to walk backwards towards the blanket. In silence, Tom sat down on the blanket, pulling you down into his lap. Your swimsuit top finally fell, but you couldn’t care in the least anymore. Your core collided with his again, making your arousal grow. You let your arms find a place around his neck, pulling at the small baby hairs as he began to settle in. Did he know the effect he had on you? When his hands settled to your hips and began to move them over his lap, you knew the answer. You let out a sharp inhale at the sensation while he kept a slow speed, letting you get used to the feeling. One hand moved to your breast, slowly massaging the skin. Silent encouragements left his lips as you began to move on your own, growing used to the pleasure of his body rocking against yours. 

“You’re doing so good for me, love. Fuck, that feels amazing…” Warmth bubbled in your chest as his praise, self consciously moving your body slightly fast over his. He let out a loud groan before tightening his grip on your hips, forcing you to stop. “Stop, stop, stop,” he hurried out. You were worried for a moment. Had your confidence taken you too far? But Tom seemed to sense your unease. “I just don’t wanna cum yet. Want your mouth first.” There was a sparkle in your eyes at his suggestion. You’d never done it before. All of this was uncharted territory, but you wanted to try. “Is that okay?” he asked. 

“Y-yeah. What do I do?” 

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just kneel on the blanket.” Getting off of him, you moved onto your knees and watched him stand up. Slowly, he got out of his swim shorts, letting his cock spring out from the fabric. His hand encircled his length, pumping it a few times before spreading his thumb over the tip. You could hear little moans and his breath quickening every second of his movements, making yourself eager to be the one causing those noises. Tom must have noticed, making his way closer to your kneeled figure, cock still in his hand. 

“Ready, darling?” You nodded. “Open up for me. Stick your tongue out.” You did as he said when he leaned over and spit into your mouth. This was really happening. He tapped his tip a few times on your tongue before encouraging you to close. When you began to move up and down his head, his hand moved toward the back of your skull, grasping at the hair. “Oh my God…” he moaned.

 Every stroke, you would gain confidence to take more of him in your mouth. Soon enough, you could feel his dick prod the back of your throat. At that, Tom jolted his hips forward, making you gag. He pulled out, not letting go of the back of your head, but releasing his tough grip. Once you could breathe again, you let out a few short coughs while he made sure you were okay. He was apologizing, worried he had hurt you, but you only reassured him. 

“I’m okay. Just need a second.”

Within a few moments, his dick was back in your mouth. You let him take control slightly, moving your head up and down to his pleasure while keeping your hands on his thighs for support. You could tell he was close, his grip on your hair tightening and little movements of his hips that he was attempting to hold back. 

“That’s it,” he dragged out. “Atta girl, taking me, shit, so fucking well.” 

Groaning once, he pulled out, pumping himself before cumming all over your chest. You were so worked up over the sounds he was making, but the second you swiped your fingers across your chest and stuck them in your mouth, you couldn’t help it. You let yourself sneak your hand down to rub small circles on your clit over your swim bottoms. 

The sight of you sucking on his cum and touching yourself made Tom throb all over again. But he needed to take care of you first. When you closed your eyes, distracted by your own ministrations, he took his chance to kneel down on the blanket and flip you onto your back. He was quick to pull your swim bottoms off while you were still trying to regain your breath. You could feel his fingers tickling your sides as he dragged them down your legs, slow as ever. But the second his lips attached to your clit, you couldn’t have given a care in the world how slow it took. Writhing under him, you didn’t think there was a place better than this. He was giving you more pleasure than you had ever experienced in your entire life, pleasure you didn’t know was possible. In no time, his tongue began to dive in and out of your fold, making you reach down to grasp on his brown curls. When he moaned in reaction, the vibrations traveled through your body. 

“T-tom, p-please,” you whimpered. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly you were asking from him, but he hoisted your legs on top of his shoulders. When you pulled on his hair tighter, he got the hint he guessed correctly. Now from a different position, it made it easier to keep your jolting hips down on the ground, wrapping his arms around your legs and pressing down on your lower stomach. He couldn’t have you moving away from him. Now that he had a taste of you, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to stop. But when he felt you clenching around his tongue, he knew that you were close. Pulling away from you, keeping you from tipping over the edge, you gasped at the sudden movement, both angry and thankful he had stopped. 

“What was that for?” you asked, attempting to sit up on your elbows. 

The only response you received was his lips on yours, pushing you back down into the soft fabric below. You could feel his hard cock, rubbing through your wet folds as he ground against your lower half. 

“If you're gonna cum, you're gonna do it while I’m inside you,” he growled. 

He leaned over you again, supporting himself with one arm, hand next to your face, and using his other to help prod his tip at your entrance. It was like your heart was ready to jump out of your chest when you grabbed his wrist. 

“It’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”

Giving you a sweet smile, he laid his forehead against yours. “Yeah, but I promise I’ll be gentle. We can take our time.”

He took a moment to breathe, but you were comforted when you felt his hand rub circles on the inside of your thigh. “Okay.”

At your readiness, he looked back down in between the two of you and began to push in. This pain hurt terribly and your tenseness made it worse. “Love, you have to relax. I promise, only as much as you can take.” 

He let himself brush a piece of your hair back that had fallen in front of your face in your squirming. With that distracting, he pushed in the rest of the way before staying still and letting you adjust. After a few moments, you let him know he could move, but the pain still wouldn’t go away. Every time he pulled out, as much as you hated to admit it, you were relieved at the feeling of being empty, but when he pushed back in, the hurt repeated all over again. Tom felt a tear slip from your eye and onto the hand that was still cupping your face. Too distracted by the feeling of you around him and your nails dragging down his back, he finally noticed the pain you were in. He knew that it was going to hurt for you, but he couldn’t help wanting to stop. He didn’t want to see you in as much pain as you were in. 

“Y/N/N, do you want me to stop?”

“N-no,” you said, voice cracking. “Just…C-can you rub my clit?”

“Yeah,” he said, pressing a short kiss to your lips. “Just promise me we’ll stop if it’s too much.”

You nodded as he began to move again, placing his thumb on your clit and making slow circle motions. When he felt you relax a little more, his thrusts sped up. As he built up a slow but steady pace, one hand remained fisted next to your head and the other, grabbed your leg to wrap it around himself. Subconsciously, the other followed, pushing him in closer. With time you could feel the burn dissipate, letting warmth fill its place. He finally kissed you again, longer this time, letting yourself get lost in the taste and feel of him. It was almost hungry, the way that he was clinging to you and you to him. This was finally happening. Although you would never admit it to him, you dreamed of having a better relationship with the boy. Arguing was growing tiring and you just wanted to be friends with him, if that was all he would offer. But you had never thought it would go this far. 

As Tom tucked his head into your neck, moaning close to every movement of his hips. You let yourself watch the sun setting, just peeking over the top of the waves in front of you. This was perfect. The moment couldn’t have occurred better. Just you and Tom under the night sky, just where you had started. 

It hadn’t taken long for you to get worked up again and Tom was still sensitive. Clinging to his shoulders and digging your heels into his lower back, you were chasing your high, trying to help him as much as you could. His thrusts were growing sporadic, telling you he was close, but that was the last thing on his mind. 

“Come on, Y/N/N, I know you’re close. Just let go….Let go.”

And you did. Nearly screaming into the night, you clenched down on his cock and you felt euphoric, your body shaking to the tips of your toes. Every nudge of his hips lengthened the feeling until you felt him stop, biting your shoulder slightly as he roughly pushed himself into you further. He groaned with every jolt, relaxing with each one. You both stayed in that position, sweaty bodies cuddled into one another for a few more seconds. 

You must’ve fallen asleep briefly because when you next opened your eyes, Tom was using his shirt to help clean you up. You were sore, no doubt, but he was sure to be soft, not wanting to cause more pain. When he was sure everything was taken care of, he tossed the shirt off to the side and laid next to you. Moving onto your sides, he encircled you in his arms, lying naked on the blanket. 

You let yourself lie with him, but you knew that it wouldn’t last. “Tom, we’ll need to move soon,” you said, rubbing your hands on his arms. 

“I know, let’s just lay here for a while longer. Stargaze for a little.”

You didn’t say anything, letting out a short hum of tiredness. You brought your eyes to the sky again, watching how each star seemed to pulsate and sparkle at a different time. They were beautiful in their own way. Tom started to pepper kisses on the side of your neck, sending shivers through your body. 

“That’s not stargazing, Tom.”

You could feel his breath as he laughed against your skin before returning to what he was doing. He trailed up behind your ear, whispering to you as you stared at the stars. “The moon may be bigger, but the stars shine brighter, Y/N. Just like you.”

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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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