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tom-holland-parker · 3 years

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Champagne Problems

Summary: Tom asked you a life changing question but you can’t give the right answer.

Pairing: Tom x reader

Warning: Themes of mental health issues such as depression and Eating disorders

Word count: 1481

Note: Inspired by champagne Problems by Taylor Swift.

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You sat on the uncomfortable cushioned seats waiting for the train to move. The thoughts in your head found their way to the hallowed out pain in your chest. Your throat dry, but your face still wet from the tears. You knew this feeling too well. Numb

As the train began to move you watched the bustling crowds on the platform become small. The train wasn’t full and if you were being honest you preferred it that way. It gave you time to think. Time to sit and feel hurt. You fought with yourself trying your best to stay awake. Every time you close your eyes it’s the same face.

His face.

Funny how in a few short hours you can find your whole life turned upside down.

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“My family is really excited to see you” Your boyfriend said as you wrapped his red flannel around your body. The November breeze was colder today, setting the tone for the terrible thing you were planning to do. You put on your best smile as you walked to the passenger side of his car. “Yeah I can’t wait to see them again. It’s been so long”

Tom was nervous. You didn’t know why but you kept telling yourself it was nothing. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he knew you were planning on breaking his heart. Maybe he was just waiting for it to happen.

The second you reached his parents party the guilt inside of you multiplied. How could you be cold to someone so warm? “Y/N I’ve missed you” Tom’s mother said as she pulled you into her warm embrace “I keep telling Tom to bring you around more but he always says your busy”

“Yeah well my new job has really kept me on my toes” You lied. Truly your job schedule wasn’t busy but you didn’t want to make things awkward by telling her the reason you hadn’t come around in 3 months was because you’ve been in the biggest depressive episode ever. “Well at least you’re here now” She smiled as she moved back to talk to the guest.

You felt Tom's hand meet yours again squeezing it tightly before he leaned it placing a small kiss on your cheek. “You look lovely tonight” He whispered. You chuckled looking you into his soft brown eyes, “Not as lovely as you” You joked as Harry walked towards you.

“Y/N You look great” He complimented looking down at your black dress, “Do you mind if I borrow Tom real quick?” You nodded your head grabbing a glass of champagne from the table next to you. Him and Tom walked away whispering among themselves.

“Do my eyes deceive me or is that really Y/N?” You turned around when you heard Harrisons voice. He smiled taking another sip of his beer. “Hi Harrison” You rolled your eyes leaning in for a hug.”

“I see you're enjoying the champagne. Sam and Harry picked it just for tonight. It broke their wallets” He chuckled putting his empty beer bottle down to pick up a glass of the Dom Pérignon. You talked for a while catching up on the small things. He learned about your new promotion and you learned about the girl he’d been talking to. It was the small things like this that really kept you grounded.

Tom returned shortly with a huge grin plastered on his face as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “Care for a dance love?” He asked shyly as Harrison chuckled. You put down your glass and grabbed his hand as a slow song began to play.

“Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight darling?” He pulled you in closer as you rested your head on his shoulder, unable to hold eye contact. The lump of guilt in your stomach grew bigger. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Tom. You loved him with your entire heart. He was truly the love of your life. It's just you didn’t love yourself. You felt that you were holding him back from all that he could accomplish.

While he tried his best to be supportive when you couldn’t leave your bed, or when you didn’t eat. Even when you spent most of your day sleeping. He was always by your side. It made you feel terrible every time he cancelled plans to stay with you. You could see the slight sadness in his eyes every time you had your ‘bad days’. It was unfair. That’s why you were doing it

“About 100 times since you first saw me tonight” you chuckled.

“And I’ll tell you 100 more times” He kissed your temple softly as you swayed side to side. One by one couples left the dance floor until it was just you and him. Tom shifted his position pulling away from you gently. “Tom?” You asked unsure of the sudden change in his mood.

He grabbed your hand gently looking to his left to see his family staring at you both before turning back to you. “Y/N I want to ask you something” He cleared his throat as his grip on your hand tightened. Your eyes widened as he began to bend down, getting on one knee. “Y/N Y/L/N I have known you for three amazing years. You’re the love of my life. I love you and I want to make you a part of my family”

He paused for a moment reaching in his pocket to pull out a small box. Tears flooded your eyes as he opened it exposing the ring his mother always wore. “This ring has been in my family for generations and I want you to have it. Will you marry me?”

The lump in your throat prevented you from talking. You stood there frozen as the rest of the crowd waited for your answer. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see the pain in his face when he hears your answer. “Tom I love you but I can’t marry you”. Your voice was barely above a whisper but in the quiet room it was heard everywhere.

You opened your eyes when you heard him gasp. The look of sadness and shock on his face when you gently pulled your hand away. It was unbearable. Your instincts told you to walk away but your feet stood planted on the grown as he slowly got back up. “I don’t understand” His voice cracked. “Did I do something wrong?”

A second wave of tears poured down your face as he moved to touch your cheek. You looked away staring at anything else except him. Harrison and his family stood there in shock. Your stomach dropped when you realized this would be the last you ever saw of them. They wouldn’t want you in their lives after what you’re doing tonight. “Can we talk somewhere else?” You say quietly looking down at your shoes. He nodded his head grabbing your hand to move you into the other room. “Baby what’s wrong? Did I do something?” He had tears forming in his eyes.

“No Tom you didn’t do anything wrong” You took a deep breath trying your best to put your feelings into words. “I just can’t marry you because it wouldn’t be fair to you. You deserve so much more than I give you”

“What are you talking about?” He sounded baffled at what you had said. You wiped your tears from your cheeks as more slowly came down. “Tom one day you’re going to find someone who will be able to give you the same amount of the love that you give them. And they’ll make up for the hurt I’ve caused”

“I don’t want anyone else, I just want you. Why can't you see that?” His voice was filled with pain as he moved closer to you grabbing your hand, “I love you”

“Tom I love you too it's just-” You were at a loss of words. “It’s just what Y/N?” His voice grew louder but still had hints of sadness.

“I’m holding you back. I know you don’t think I am but it’s true. You’ve missed so many opportunities because of me and my problems. It’s unfair to you. I need to work on myself alone. I love you but I can’t marry Tom” This was gonna be hard to do but the proposal made it even worse. “I’m sorry”

He stood there frozen as you grabbed your bag and walked out the room. A whisper broke out through the crowd as you walked to the front door.

She would’ve made such a lovely bride.

It’s a shame she’s fucked in the head

By the time you reached the front door Tom had walked back into the crowded area. His family comforting him was the last image you had as you walked out the door.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Idea for mob!tom being this big bad boss bit when he gets home his 20ish son bakes him a cake and tom is like what did i do to deserve an angel like u

Cute

He was livid. A business deal had gone sour and he'd had to beat the shit out of him only to get him to agree to a half assed deal.

Before he even got to the door, he could smell vanilla and heat. It suddenly brightened his mood knowing exactly what it was. He huffs his last little bit of anger before shouldering the door open and closing it behind him, finding the kitchen warm and smelling heavenly. Greg stands at the oven in your bright pink, polka dotted apron, that same tuft of hair Tom sticks back at the front of his hairline bobbing in a frizzy mess when he looks up at his father,

"Hey." Tom nods acknowledgingly,

"Thought you didn't bake if I was out?" Greg shrugs,

"Got a sudden urge. It's your favorite by the way. Vanilla with chocolate frosting. Just gotta let the… cakes cool." Greg mumbles, glancing up when Tom approaches,

"What's up? What's the matter?" Tom shakes his head, dragging his son in, for a hug,

"Nothing. Just… been a rough day."

"I can tell. Your knuckles are all busted. You know mum'll kill you if she sees that." Greg says. Tom nods, looking at his hands over Greg's shoulder,

"Yeah I know." He sighs. Greg frowns,

"Are you really this upset about this gross as mobster you went to meet with?" Tom shakes his head, pulling back,

"No… I was pissed but… you're always here to remind me that you and your mother are the most important people in my life. I don't know what I did to deserve either of you but… I'm glad I did it. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." He tells Greg who blinks for a moment before nodding with a sly smile,

"You're so cheesy. You're lucky I love you too dad." Greg mutters. Tom snorts,

"I'm cheesy. Says the one wearing his mother's apron."

"Hey, the suit is Gucci. I was not getting anything on it." Sitting at the island table, Tom chuckles,

"Mum has said for years she saw so much of me in you and I told her I didn't see it… now I can't stop seeing it." Greg chuckles again,

"You say that like it's a bad thing." He murmurs looking to his father. Tom can't help but smile, proud of the little family the two of you had made.

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parkeraul · 5 years

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For the smut blurb night: teasing mob!Tom during an important call I-

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warning: smut | masterlist.

“no, we cannot,” in the moonlit bedroom, tom says to his phone. y/n rests her head on top of his bare chest, receiving a light head–rub that’s definitely not even close to where she wants his hand. “because i said so, because i’m the owner of this fuckin’ shit!”

y/n stirs a little bit, drawing random figures along his warm flesh. her fingers wander lower and lower as tom waits for a response. his breath is already faltering but when she turns her head to plant a wet smooch on his skin, he feels the need to breathe deeper.

“i don’t think you’re understanding,” tom speaks more firmly, ignoring the hot caress on his body so he can think straight. too bad she had other plans for the moment. “you don’t do shit unless i tell you to. this fuckery you just pulled up is gonna have a huge price for you and your partner, that’s for sure,” nonchalantly, tom responds and y/n moves her body languidly, cradling him so discreetly that tom barely notices. “but at the end of the day, i’m the one who gives the rules, not otherwise.”

y/n clenches her thighs at his words and rubs her bare heat against the fabric of his boxers, where his member twitches inside of accidentally.

“kitten, not now,” whispering, tom says to y/n covering the mic of his phone briefly. “this is important, wait a second.”

his face is serious and it doesn’t help her at all — it only seems to increase the desire running through her being, making her give him not–so–innocent eyes as she pouts, fixing her frame on top of his to purposely rub his clothed length again. she can feel the way it hardens and tom widens his eyes towards her.

“i’m not gonna tell you again,” he says to both — the person on the line and his girlfriend, massaging his cock as she rocks against him and he can feel her wetness soaking his underwear. “ah–” tom slips out and immediately clears his throat, his free hand flying to y/n’s thigh where he squeezes the inner part. she knows it means that she better not walk on thin ice, and he knows how much she loves danger. “you better obey if you want me to be the nice guy.”

he quirks an eyebrow to his girlfriend, giving advices for both people once again. at this, y/n can’t help but pull down the fabric just past his groin for their heats to touch. tom hisses and she bends down, trailing kisses along his torso. she licks her lips and leaves pecks along the side of his neck before reaching his ear, where she lets out a teasing sigh. y/n reach for his throbbing cock and pumps tortuously slow twice, leaning it up to her dripping entrance soon after.

“carl, i don’t fuckin’ c–” then she slides in, burying his length deep inside of her as he stretches her wet walls and gasps in surprise. “wait, hold on.”

tom sits straight, putting the call on mute for a moment. he shoves the phone onto y/n’s hands and uses his own to grab a handful of her ass as the other one grabs her by the neck.

“you’re gonna hold the phone for me and be quiet,” tom growls, pounding into her strongly, making their skin slap together loudly and earning a broken sob from y/n. “gonna take what a brat deserves and i don’t want a fucking sound out of you. understood?”

y/n only nods while tom drives his hips up again, his member hitting a sensitive spot effortlessly and making her mouth part in a desperate soundless whimper. he touches the screen, setting the call on the speaker.

“carl? yep,” tom says, voice raspy as his cock slides in and out so delightfully. “let’s talk about your punishment.”

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belovedholland · 2 years

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Happy 1k! Hi! Could you pls write a blurb where the reader overhears her boyfriend Tom Holland talkin on the phone to his friend about his manager always calling him&how she won’t leave him alone &he calls her clingy. Y/n thinks he’s talking about her. She starts distancing herself to be less clingy& eventually Tom breaks down in tears bc she is being so distant&thinks she’s gonna break up with him &then they talk things out &realize it was a misunderstanding& they cuddle &it’s all cute&stuff🥺

This one became really really long, but I still kept it a blurb. I loved the idea, that's explains the lenght. I hope you like how it turned out!!

Miscommunication || th.

W/c – 971

"Mate, she's so annoying at this point." You were making your way to the bathroom, and as you passed the door to yours and Tom's bedroom, you heard him on the phone.

"I don't know what to do or say." You didn't mean to listen in on his conversation with his friends, but his statements took all your attention.

"No, she won't leave me alone." You wondered who Tom was talking about, but as he continued talking about how "she" was so annoying and clingy, you couldn't help but wonder if he was referring to you. You hoped not, but the more he talked, the more insecure and scared you got.

"Yeah. Well thanks for letting me rent to you, I better get going now anyways," Tom said his goodbyes, and as you heard the silence from the room, you rushed into the bathroom, as if you hadn't just overheard your boyfriend talking shit about you.

If someone had asked how you and Tom were doing, you would in a heartbeat have said that everything was perfect and amazing – No hesitation. But things are never as perfect as they seem. You thought Tom was happy, but you were proven wrong by that phone call.

You were obviously too clingy. So the next few days, you tried to distance yourself, hug him less, text less, and you let him be by himself when he was sitting on the couch with a script in hand, normally you would have joined him, and cuddled into his side until he gave you the attention.

Thinking back to all of these different moments, you began to understand where he came from. Maybe you were too clingy. And that's why you stopped. You would do anything to save yours and Tom's relationship.

"Darling," Tom called out for you, as he entered the living room where you were sat watching a random show on Netflix. "I'm going out with the boys." He gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

"What's up?" Tom asked a minute after he had pulled away. He knew you very well, and was always the first to know when something was wrong, he just didn’t know what.

"Nothing," you answered immediately, giving him a small smile. "Go have fun."

"Something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure?" He asked one last time.

"Yeah, go have fun." Tom knew he wouldn't win this argument, nor would he find out why you were this distant. So he left the house with no other comments.

Tom had felt your absence for a time now, but he had no idea what had caused it, he also didn't know how to bring it up to you. He felt as if you purposely ignored him, and went on with your days as if he wasn't even there.

He couldn't pinpoint the last time you had spent some private time together, other than sleeping and eating of course, but there wasn't much interaction there either.

If Tom was being honest, he was scared that your absence was a sign of your boredom with him. And he couldn't help but wonder if you would break up with him, and that was the last thing Tom wanted.

Tom had been sitting on the couch for more or less the whole day, and then at some point in the evening, you had decided to join him – well in the living room at least. You were sitting on a chair with a book in hand, and hadn't even looked at Tom as you found comfort in your seat, and it was killing him.

This had been going on for some time now, and he was tired of it. If you wanted to break up with him, he would rather just get it over, instead of having his heart broken more for every time you ignored his presence.

"What happened?" Tom finally breaks the two weeks long silence that had been between the two of you. He was tired of the loneliness, he wanted you back.

You were a little surprised by his sudden outburst, but replied with the same word you had been using nonstop. "Nothing." As the words left your mouth – without even looking at Tom –, he could feel his eyes filling up with tears.

"No! Something is wrong, and you are ignoring it," he said as he stood up from the couch. You looked up from your book, eyes meeting his, but you didn't say anything, so Tom decided to ask the question he had been dreading this whole time. "Are you breaking up with me?"

If the words in itself didn't hurt you, the look on Tom's face and his breaking voice definitely did. He looked so broken and sad, and you felt the guilt build up in your stomach.

"No," you told him, as you stood up as well, standing in front of him, hand reaching out for his.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"Because I thought you were tired of me." As you said so, Tom's facial expression changed completely. "I overheard a phone call, and you said how I was too clingy, and annoying, and that I wouldn't leave you alone."

"I was talking about my manager, not you." Tom finally pulled you into a hug, and kissed your forehead. "I'm not annoyed with you. Never have, never will be. I love you," he told you sincerely as he kissed your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry I read into things too much." You swiped your finger across his cheek, wiping away a fallen tear.

"So just to be clear, you're not breaking up with me?" You were quick to shake your head, and give a salted tear kiss.

"I'm not breaking up with you." You said as you pulled away, just for Tom to pull you back in.

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belovedholland · 2 years

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Congrats on 1k!!! :) Can I get a blurb with tom talking about reader during an interview and he says it's hard getting used to share her with the world now, and fans being obsessed over how pretty she is? 🌙

Sharing and caring || th.

W/c – 525

"And Tom, if you don't mind, could we talk a little about your girlfriend?" Tom was sitting in a small room on a hardly comfortable chair, cameras and lights everywhere around him, and an interviewer on a chair opposite him.

This was Tom's first day – of many – on press tour promoting Uncharted. He had thought that there would be more questions asked about you, considering Tom had made an instagram post – just two week ago – , celebrating your one year anniversary together. That post was also him telling the world about his girlfriend, well you.

"Sure, that would be fine," Tom answered after a minute. The interviewer was clearly very pleased by that answer, happy to be talking about something private, in hopes of a good story or headline.

"Well, could you start with how the two of you met?"

Tom was never really one to talk about his private life, wanting to keep it private. But now when it came to you, he suddenly wanted to tell the whole world everything.

"We met through a mutual friend at a party, and that was about three years ago. We exchanged numbers that night, and then we started dating exactly a year ago," Tom explained, as his thoughts took him back to that first night he had met you. He could never forget how you made his heart tremble, it was love at first sight.

"So, your girlfriend y/n, she has gotten quite the liking of her own now, almost a whole fanbase." Tom couldn't help but chuckle as the interviewer continued.

"She definitely has, but that doesn't surprise me." He smiled fondly just from the thought of you. "Y/n is absolutely amazing, just as she is beautiful." As Tom continued his talk about you, his smile could only grow. "I don't even think I can count how many edits of her I have seen."

"Is she gonna steal all of your fans?" The interviewer asked jokingly, to which Tom laughed.

"Oh she will. Why would anyone look at me, when they can look at her, she's stunning out of this world."

"Has there been any difficult things since you went official?"

Tom shifted a bit in the chair, trying to find a comfortable spot before answering the question. "The hardest thing for me is that I now have to share her with the world. Before she was just mine, but now when the world knows, I'm not her only fan." Tom answers honestly. He didn't regret telling the world about you – he loved to show you off –, but it was weird not having you for himself anymore.

"Are you jealous of her attention?" Tom was asked by the interviewer, who had a small smirk laying on his mouth.

"I wouldn't really call myself the jealous type, but then again, I'm not that fond of her attention, and would love to have her for myself." Tom confessed. He also knew that if you were sitting next to him right now, you would laugh at him, and tell him that he 100% was a jealous and overprotective person – well at least when it came to you.

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duskholland · 3 years

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letting my inner whore out and thinking about mob!tom or even regular Tom accidentally flaking on plans with you and coming home really late, so he’s just gonna jump into bed with you and finds you in bed asleep in lingerie. 🥴🙂 and he just mentally curses himself bc now he knows that he flaked on a great night and you slept in this on purpose so he KNOWS. and having him grovel for your forgiveness OOOOOOF 🙂😌😗 make him pay for it !!!

you didn’t ask for a blurb but this inspired me so i wrote something !! i changed the circumstances of this just a lil bit but the mistake/grovel concept is all still here too :’) can be read either with mob or normal tom!

wc: 2.3k || 18+ nsfw content minors dni!!!

warnings ↠ fingering, oral (f receiving) and overstimulation :’)

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Tom hadn’t thought about the repercussions of his actions, but as he walks into your bedroom and finds you sprawled out across the mattress, half-naked and sleeping, he finds himself regretting his decisions. He curses--softly, so he doesn’t disturb you, but with enough bite to make it count. His fingers curl into frustrated fists at his sides as he leans back against the doorway, eyes skimming over you.

He hadn’t intentionally bailed on date night, but something had come up. He’d texted you, grovelled profusely, tacked on a series of those heart emojis you’re so fond of as he’d sprinkled his messages with Xs, promising it wouldn’t happen again, promising he’d be there next time. You’re lovely--you’re always lovely, even when Tom fucks up--but even he’d been able to tell that you’d been annoyed. This is the second date in a row that he’s cancelled, and it’s clear you’re pissed.

You’re wearing lingerie. With your sleepy lips puckered into an unassuming pout, you look almost angelic, sprawled out, asleep. But Tom knows exactly what you’re like, knows that you’d fallen asleep, wrapped up in tight red lace like this just to rub it in. He chuckles slightly as he finds himself nodding. He has to give it to you--you always know how to get to him, and you always succeed.

Pushing away from the door, Tom stifles a yawn. If you weren’t sleeping so deeply, he’d wake you up and start his grovelling right away, but he knows better than to pounce. He doesn’t want to disturb your beauty sleep when he’s already treading on thin ice.

As Tom walks through to the ensuite and strips off his clothes, he keeps the door open, both of his eyes fixed on you, admiring you, tracing you, loving you. Fuck, his heart swells as you murmur something in your sleep and turn over, frowning as you try to get comfortable. Tom’s never going to cancel on you again.

After turning off all the lights and padding over to bed, only in his boxers, Tom very carefully starts trying to move you. You’re asleep on top of the duvet, which is slightly problematic, but he’s strong, and gentle, and he manages to coax you into resting on the mattress instead. When you don’t make any obvious movements, he thinks you’re still asleep, so climbs in after you and rolls over, wrapping his arms around you and spooning you as he nestles his face into the back of your neck.

You’re so soft. You smell of peaches, and as Tom gently rolls his hand over the rise of your exposed hip, he marvels at how warm your skin is. He rolls his fingers over your side, nuzzling closer, trying to pull you as close as possible. As he starts to press gentle kisses to your shoulder, he wonders if your sleeping form can feel how fucking sorry he is, can tell in the soft nuzzles of his mouth how apologetic and guilty he feels now.

“Y’know, I am awake,” you mutter, voice tired. “You’re not good at being quiet.”

Tom pauses his movements. He wonders if you can feel him wince. Your tone is terse.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, voice quiet. He kisses your shoulder again and, knowing you’re awake, smooths his hand down to rest over your lower abdomen. His fingertips play with the trim of your lacy panties, fiddling as he hums. “I’m a dick for cancelling, darling. I am very sorry.”

You make a tsking sound. “Are you actually sorry, or are you just trying to get back in my good books?”

Tom hums. “Both,” he admits. He kisses your cheek before sitting up on his side, digging his elbow into the pillows. You roll onto your back, darkened eyes meeting his as you stare at him, the ghost of a smile building on your lips.

Tom brings his hand up and tentatively cups your chin between his thumb and index finger, using the touch to angle your face towards him. When you hum in approval, Tom leans down, kissing you gently. He hopes that you can feel how apologetic he is through his mouth, and he feels his heart lighten when you reach up to run a hand over the side of his face before twisting it into his hair. As your lips become warm and slick with spit, Tom hums, trying to move closer only for you to stop him by pulling away and pressing the tips of your fingers to his lips.

“Oh?” you tease. “You think it’s going to be that easy?” There’s a mischievous glint in your eyes, and Tom watches as you sit up straight. The duvet falls down to pool at your waist, exposing your sheer bralette. Tom swallows as he sees your nipples, hard and straining against the flimsy material.

“No?” Tom replies.

You laugh. You reach out and touch his cheek, angling his face until Tom’s eyes are back on yours. “You need to make it up to me,” you say. For the first time, hurt seeps into your eyes. Tom’s guilt reappears, overpowering all of the lust that had emerged as he’d seen you wrapped up in lace.

“I’m really sorry,” he says again, and Tom means it. He moves, smiling slightly as he slides on top of you, pushing you back down onto the mattress as he cages you in with an arm on either side of your face. He nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours. “I love you, baby, and I’m sorry for letting you down. It won’t happen again.” He kisses you gently. “I know I said that last time,” he adds, whispering softly, “but I promise. Nothing is more important than you. Nothing.”

You comb your fingers through his hair. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” he says, and it’s true. You’re everything. “Can I make it up to you now?” he murmurs. Tom draws his lips over your face, kissing in a line until he’s whispering into your ear, voice growing raspy. “Let me make you feel good.”

You hum, drawing it out as you pretend to think about it. Tom moans as you tug on his hair, your hands then skimming away to careen down the muscles of his back. You tease him, pressing your fingers into his shoulders as you slowly grind up to press your centre against Tom’s crotch. He grunts, face falling into the crook of your neck as he feels himself harden again.

“Are you alright down there?” you tease, hand drifting down to rest over his ass. Tom moans as you pull him closer, keeping his crotch against yours as you encourage him to grind against your heat.

He releases a noise of strangled enjoyment. It takes all of his self-control to pull away, kissing your chin when you raise a brow. “This is about you,” he decides. “Not me.”

You swallow. “Okay,” you agree, catching your lower lip between your teeth. “I had some fun without you,” you add, smirking when Tom raises a brow. “Can you blame me?”

He shakes his head. “‘Course not,” he says. “Love you,” he adds, then he gets to work.

Tom presses kisses to every part of your body as he gently moves down your figure, resting at your chest to lap over each one of your nipples with his tongue. As the lace of your bra gets soaked with spit, Tom picks up his pace, drawn to your low moans. When he’s not rolling his tongue around your nipples, he’s cupping your breasts in his palms and massaging your chest with his fingers, alternating between light teasing touches and more substantial grabs that make you release the prettiest groans.

By the time Tom reaches your centre, he isn’t surprised to see you quivering. He doesn’t pause to take off your lingerie, knows better than to strip you of something that you’d put on so deliberately. He enjoys watching the confidence that it gives you.

“Oh, baby…” Tom murmurs, rolling his index and middle fingers over the front of your panties. They’re soaked, and as he presses up against your covered clit, he feels your centre pulse. The whimper you release is soft and broken, and Tom is quick to settle between your legs. He parts your thighs before kissing your mound, his nose nuzzling up against the wet warmth of your front. He tenses the tip of his tongue before dragging it over your covered folds, the slickness of your panties making it easy for him to delineate the rise of your bud.

“Shit,” you whine. You bury your hands in his hair and jerk him closer, pulling Tom’s face further into your heat. “Fuck, Tom. Don’t tease me— fuck. You’re supposed to be making it up to me.”

Tom moans in agreement. He manages to wriggle away just enough so he’s able to pull your panties to the side, and after taking a moment to run both thumbs down the side of your folds, he gently coaxes them apart, exposing your cunt. He curses, looking between your centre and your eyes with lust.

“You’re so fucked already,” he murmurs. He slips his fingers down to play around with your entrance, his digits getting coated in your slick. You whimper and thrust your hips until he crooks the two fingers into you, your walls giving way and enveloping him immediately. “Have you already cum tonight?”

Briefly, guilt flickers across your face. It fades as Tom leans down and sucks your clit into his mouth, soothing the bud with his tongue as his fingers start to pump into you. “Y-yeah,” you whimper, and suddenly it makes sense why you’re being so responsive.

“I can tell. Pussy’s so hot, baby, so wet… Practically gushing out over my hand, gorgeous.” Tom pulls away, shifting a thumb onto your bud as he looks down at where his fingers are opening you up. He adds a third easily, desire running hot through his body as you cry out loudly. “How many times did you cum?”

Your breathing is heavy, laborious. “Twice,” you admit. Your fingers fist the sheets, eyes fluttering shut as you arch your back and moan. “Shit, Tom… please.”

“Please?” He’s enjoying this, loves the way you squirm as he curls his fingers up and presses against your g-spot. You’re so beautiful. “Please what, lovie?”

“Make me cum,” you whine. You open your eyes again, wide and pleading. “Please, please—”

“C’mon,” he murmurs. “There you go, baby.” Tom thrusts his fingers faster, with more urgency, and speeds up the movement of his thumb on your clit. “Cum for me, darling. Let me warm you up… Let you feel really good. Always so pretty when you cum for me… so, so pretty, baby. Come on.”

You fall apart a few moments later, walls contracting around his fingers. Tom watches in awe as you cry out loudly, eyes rolling back as your chest rises and falls. He doesn’t stop, though, not even when your walls stop pulsing and your climax ends. Instead, he drops his head and puts his mouth back on your bud.

“T-Tom,” you cry out. You’re squirming again, properly now, but he knows you’d tap out if it was too much. Both of you know that you enjoy the blurring of the pain and pleasure as he overstimulates you like this. “Holy fuck… ‘m so sensitive.”

Tom’s hand is properly wet now. He can feel your arousal dripping between his fingers. You’re so slick his movements are imprecise, and so he counters that by thrusting his fingers harder, blundering up against the spongy rise of your walls until you’re crying out. As he brings you close again, he moves his mouth over your cunt, sloppily making out with your clit and your folds. Occasionally he’ll tease your rise with the bumps of his teeth, and he likes the way your moans change from shrill to intense when he runs the flat of his tongue over your bud again.

“Tommy,” you wail. You sound wrecked, and when Tom glances up, he sees you, eyes full of blurring tears, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. You gasp as he curls his fingers perfectly, and Tom watches you bury your face in your arm as you orgasm with a yell. This time, he has to move up, pressing his elbow into your thigh to keep you down as the pleasure consumes you. Your hot cunt squeezes his fingers tightly, an iron-like grip that almost immobilises his hand. Luckily, Tom’s used to you, knows how to continue to please you until you’re fucked out and crying.

Your peak stretches for a while, the air alight with the sounds of your whimpering enjoyment. Tom laps over your clit until you’re crying out and tugging at his hair, at which point he moves away from you. He smirks as he sees a trail of saliva connecting you to him, then sees the way your thighs tremble.

“How was that, darling?” Tom checks, letting his fingers slip from you. You whimper and he pulls up to you, gently kissing your cheek as his eyes skim you for any signs of damage. All he finds is bliss, then your lips on his as you peck him quickly.

“Fantastic,” you announce. You sigh as you fall back against the mattress, smiling lazily. “Fuck, I love you.”

Tom wipes his lips before kissing your nose. “Love you too,” he murmurs. “Did I make it up to you?”

You nod immediately. “Yeah. You did more than just that.” You reach down to touch his crotch, and Tom jumps. He’d been so preoccupied with you that he’d forgotten about his length, hard and straining against his boxers. You run your thumb over the patch of material, soaked with his precum. “Let me say thank you,” you say, speaking quietly but teasingly. Your tone makes Tom bite his lips. “Let me make it up to you…”

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duskholland · 3 years

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Had to send this to you bc your writing is so amazing 😩 friend! Tom showing you pictures on his camera roll of a trip he was on and forgetting he had nudes in there, and you scroll to accidentally find them and you’re both stunned for a second but he shoots his shot by telling you that there’s more, you can look at them if you want. and you do, and toms behind you watching you look at them. he even tells you there’s a video too, if you wanna see it. and you’re like now or never, so you tell him yes. bc the sexual tension would be so high bc it’s uncharted waters and I could see Tom dragging you into his lap to watch the video together and him being like am I big enough for you? I was thinking about you and it would be SMUTTTTTTT whew I need to lay down 🥲🥵

ugh...your mind. I love this! 18+ nsfw !!!

– clearing out the askbox –

“Hey, do you want to see..? I took some photos of it- Wait, let me just find them.”

You wait patiently as Tom digs around in his pocket, his tongue between his lips as he focuses on procuring the device. He makes a loud tada sound as he whips it out, his eyes sparkling as he quickly starts to scroll through his photos. You watch him closely, admiring his side profile discreetly.

You’ve known Tom for years, met him at a function in London through a mutual friend. When he’d moved into a large townhouse just in the outskirts of the city a few months ago, you’d been one of the people to move in with him. He’s been away for several weeks, on press in Europe, but now that he’s back, he’d dragged you down onto one of the sofas in the living room to share his stories and show off his photos.

“Is it really as big as they say?” You wonder. “I’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower before.”

Tom hums, and you watch as he scrolls through his photos, eyes focused. He looks very good today -- biceps pressing out against his black t-shirt, his Rolex glinting on his wrist. His hair lies naturally over his forehead too -- soft, brown, wavy. Your friend is very attractive, something you’ve always been aware of, but the time apart has made your feelings sharpen.

“Yeah, it’s bloody huge,” Tom muses. “Ah! Here you go, love.”

Tom carefully passes you his phone, and you swallow harshly when your fingers brush his and you feel sparks light off at his touch.

“Wow,” you exclaim, squinting as you admire the photo of the tower, soaring up into the sky. “You’re right. It is big.”

“Mmm. There’s more. You can scroll if you want.”

You start to flick through the photos, smiling as they change a little with each shot. Some of them are blurrier than others, and after a while they change as Tom moves from the ground below the monument, to climbing the staircase, then getting in the lift, then travelling to the top. You enjoy watching the story progress, seeing the shots of some of Tom’s friends, then a few selfies of Tom in sunglasses with a wide cityscape captured behind him, then--

You gasp softly as you scroll a little bit too far, and find yourself staring at a photo of Tom’s cock.

“Oh shit,” Tom mutters. You feel him go very still beside you. You’re sitting so close together that you can feel his thigh, warm to touch. “I… Forgot that was on there.”

You swallow dryly, suddenly feeling your pulse throbbing in your ears. You can’t stop looking at the photo, marvelling at the sight of Tom’s cock, red and erect, sitting in his hand. He’s clearly in a hotel room, and the lighting and the angle are very good, leaving little to the imagination. You bite your lip as you notice the way he has a strong vein curving down the side of his member, and find yourself squeezing your thighs together as you try, desperately, to snap out of it.

“It-it’s okay,” you mutter, voice hoarse. Your face feels hot with embarrassment, but you can’t deny the arousal coursing through your system too.

“There’s more,” Tom says, voice low. You can feel him looking at you, and there’s no doubt in your mind that your friend can tell, just from your reaction, that you like looking at his nudes. “You can look at them too, if you want.”

You tilt your head slowly, glancing at him, your eyes taking in his expression: cheeks slightly rosy, smirk on his lips, gaze pooled with lust. It makes you shiver.

“Okay.”

Tom moves closer, and you can feel his breath on your neck as his fingers slowly shift into your hair, moving it out of your face very delicately, gently. You swallow, your heart beating roughly in your chest as you continue to scroll, your eyes widening as you enjoy the different angles of his cock, each captured crisply by the camera. You feel yourself getting wet, partly from the photos, but also due to the way Tom’s so close. He dips his head down and your breath hitches as he ghosts his lips over your neck, kissing you so softly that it’s almost as if he isn’t there.

“There’s a video too,” he adds, husking into your ear. You moan softly when he sucks on the tender spot behind your jaw. “Watch it.”

You oblige, scrolling past more shots of his cock before arriving at the video. With slightly shaky fingers, you press the play button, biting your lip as you watch the short clip. The air fills with the sound of Tom’s groans, distant and buzzed with slight static, but still hearty enough to make you whimper. He’s kissing your neck with renewed strength, both hands wrapping around your middle, fingers caressing your sides as you stare at the phone. The sight of his arm veins flexing as he gets himself off makes you squirm, aroused not even beginning to cover how turned on you are.

The air is thick as the video ends, Tom cumming with a low cry, his seed shooting out over his hand as his upper stomach. You let the screen fall dark, your breathing heavy and unsteady as he stops kissing your neck.

“What do you think?” Tom asks, his accent hanging heavy in his voice. “Am I big enough for you, darling?”

You nod. With nervous hands, you put the phone down and turn to face him, feeling a surge of confidence as his hold on your waist guides you to sit in his lap. You straddle him, grunting as you feel his cock straining up against his grey sweats, and the pressure that it provides to your aching clit makes you whimper and repeat the action.

“Definitely big enough,” you mutter, looking at your friend closely. He seems to be just as aroused as you are, his hands guiding your movements as you slowly grind down against him.

“I was thinking about you,” Tom admits, “when I was filming the video. Thought about sending it to you, just to see if you’d like it.”

You bite your lip, realising that the attraction you feel towards Tom hasn’t been one-sided.

“Why didn’t you? I would’ve liked to see it.”

Tom’s eyes twinkle with arousal. “Wanted to do it in person, watch your face when you saw my cock.” One of his hands moves away from your waist, and he slips it between your legs. You’re so glad you’re wearing a skirt, because all you have to do is part your thighs and then he’s able to slip two slender fingers between your folds. Tom gives your clit a few teasing rubs before slipping his fingertips down to your entrance. You whimper when he slips them into your heat, meeting no resistance, and you moan loudly as he curls his fingers and starts to stroke up against your g-spot. “Fuck, darling. You’re soaked for me.” He leans in to peck your cheek, leaving his lips by your ear as he adds, “Do I turn you on?”

“Yes,” you whine immediately. Your moans grow louder as Tom continues to fuck your heat, his thumb shifting up to nudge against your clit. You reach up and grab at his shoulders, grinding down to meet his fingers every time they thrust up into you, feeling arcs of pleasure spiral out from your cunt with each movement. “You feel so good, Tom. Been dreaming about this for months.”

“Mmm, should’ve just said, love.” Tom’s back to nibbling at your neck. “Anything else you’ve thought about doing with me?”

As good as it feels to have his fingers working you open, you know there’s one thing on your mind.

“Yeah,” you admit breathlessly. You look him straight in the eye. “I want you to fuck me, Tom.”

He raises an eyebrow, smirk intensifying. “Oh, really?”

You hum. “Yeah. I want to ride you right here, right now. Feel how big your cock actually is.”

Tom swears, his fingers leaving your centre. “Okay,” he agrees, voice tight. “There’s a condom in my jacket, I’ll go-”

“I’ll get it,” you say instead. You kiss his cheek before standing from his lap, your legs a little shaky as you walk from the living room to the porch, thankful that you’re the only ones home. By the time you return to the lounge, Tom’s stripped off completely, sitting bare on the comfortable sofa with his hand around his cock. You toss him the condom as you take a few moments to pull off your tight shirt, your skirt, and your underwear, keeping your bra on before settling in his lap.

“You’re so hot,” Tom mutters, running his hands all over you. His touch against your bare skin feels electric, and you find yourself pushing into him as you enjoy feeling him map you out. “Bloody stunning.”

“Thank you,” you reply, almost a little bashful. You sit back and watch as Tom pumps his cock, hard and leaking precum, just like the video, before he rolls down the condom. Your eyes admire the lines of his abs, strong and defined, and the rest of him, equally attractive, and you feel your cunt clench as you imagine how good it’s going to feel to have him unravel you. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

With the condom on, Tom’s hands go back to your hips. He gently pulls you forward and you sit up, reaching down to guide his cock between your folds.

“Neither can I,” he admits, eyes trained between your legs. “Been thinking about- fuck- about your sweet little pussy for months, sweetheart, I--” He breaks off completely when you slide down onto him, your walls expanding to accommodate him. Your forehead falls to rest on his shoulder as you breathe deeply, moaning as he fills you up. “So good.”

“You’re so big, Tom,” you whimper. After leaving a moment to adjust, you sit back up and slowly start to ride him, taking your time as you get used to the fit of his body. You can’t stop yourself from whimpering, loudly, as his tip brushes up against your g-spot repeatedly, igniting a deep frenzy of sparks in the pit of your stomach. “Feels so fucking good inside me.”

Tom’s face is pulled tight with enjoyment, and you moan as you see his jaw clenching and the deep line of concentration furrowed between his brows. When he opens his eyes, you see nothing but appreciation and arousal webbed across the depths of his gaze.

“Love your pussy, Y/N,” he moans, cheeks flushing deeper. One of his hands stays on your hip, guiding you, and the other goes to touch your clit. He grins as he rubs your bud and feels you clench around him. “You like that, yeah? Like the way it feels for me to be inside you?”

“Yes, Tom,” you whisper.

“I know you do, I can feel how wet you are.” Tom’s watching you like you’re a spectacle, his words interspaced with small grunts as he lifts his hips to meet your movements. “So fucking snug for me, aren’t you, love? Your pussy feels so good... I’m not going to last long.”

“Neither am I,” you warn. You can already feel it building, building, building, and with each slap of skin on skin, coupled with the noise of your wet arousal getting fucked by his member, you get closer. “Fuck, Tom, ‘m gonna cum-”

“Do it,” he coaxes, his own voice strained. “Wanna watch you fall apart for me, love. Go on.” He rubs your clit a little faster. “I’ve got you.”

Tom’s grip on you is unwavering as you peak with a loud moan, your walls spasming around his cock as your orgasm sweeps across you in an intense wave of unyielding pleasure. You grip at his shoulders, shuddering as you continue to bounce on his length, not stopping until Tom climaxes as well. You feel his cock pulse as he finishes, his breathing coming out in low, grunting pants, and as the two of you ride it out together, his forehead falls to your shoulder.

“So good,” he whimpers, lazily kissing up your neck. You still in his lip, recovering your breath, and then both of Tom’s hands move to your face. He looks at you, eyes full of appreciation, and you find yourself smiling softly at him. “Can I kiss you?”

You giggle, nodding your head. “Seems like we’re doing this in a bit of a backwards order,” you point out.

Tom smiles before uniting your lips, his mouth feeling hot against yours. He’s still smiling when he pulls back, his eyes slightly nervous.

“We are,” he admits. “Would you like to come out on a date with me?”

You nod, your heart warming in your chest.

“Yes, Tom,” you say, pausing to kiss him again. “I’d love to.”

#this concept...*chefs kiss* thanks anon #tom holland smut #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader smut #smut #tomblurbs #myblurbs #y/n #y/n use #self insert #self-insert #q #tom.filth #tom!ftl

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duskholland · 3 years

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Ohhhoh oh ohhh I have an idea (May or may not be from tik tok) so y/n falls asleep whilst on FaceTime with Tom and he doesn’t hang up. He admires her sleeping and gushes to Harrison about her (and maybe y/n wakes up and hears this?? Or not)! Love your work <333

reading this request made me so soft omg... i love it :’)

frat!tom night !!

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“Are you falling asleep on me, Y/N?”

At the soft sound of Tom speaking your name, you force yourself to blink your eyes open and focus on the screen of your phone. His blurry form is smirking at you, his phone angled from below and capturing his face. He’s at the frat, sitting in one of the rooms with desks, working on an essay. While you’d normally like to be there with him and spending the night with your boyfriend, you’re absolutely exhausted.

“No?” You mumble, trying to sound more awake. You turn onto your side, snuggling further into your pillow as you look at the screen. Your eyes run over the sight of Tom, wearing a loose tank top and his snapback. “‘M not asleep yet.”

“You can fall asleep, babe. It’s okay. You’ve had a long day… I can hang up and—”

“No,” you whimper. “Don’t hang up.”

Tom smiles, soft voice cooing and coaxing a shy smile to your face. “Okay.”

“Just… Tell me about your day, or your essay, or something. Let me hear your voice.”

“Of course.”

You try to stay awake—you really, really try not to slip off into sleep. But it’s just so cosy tucked up in bed, and you’re so tired, and Tom’s voice is better than a lullaby. His words, so gentle and accented, easily lull you into a light slumber, and your phone slips through your hands as you drift from consciousness.

It’s hard to tell how long you’re out for, but you find yourself very slowly waking up again as a loud noise comes down the line. You keep your eyes shut, barely awake, but you realise it’s the sound of a chair scratching along the floor, coming from Tom’s end as he’s joined by a companion.

“Dude, shut up, you’re going to wake Y/N up.”

“Sorry, sorry.” It’s Harrison, Tom’s best friend. “Wait- are you guys on facetime?”

“Yeah… She’s asleep though.”

“Why don’t you just hang up?”

You hear the sound of Tom moving his phone around.

“Because look,” he says, voice quiet. “She’s so cute.”

Despite being sleepy, you feel your heart clench softly in your chest, and you have to force yourself not to smile and give away the fact that you’re awake and listening.

“You’re so whipped,” Harrison replies, voice teasing. You hear a loud thump, and you assume Tom’s elbowed him in the side. “It’s sickening. I’m happy for you though, bro.”

“Really?”

Harrison hums. “Yeah. I haven’t seen you this happy before.” There’s a brief silence. “I mean, look at you. You’re just sitting here staring at her sleep.”

Tom chuckles. “That makes me sound so creepy,” he mutters. “It’s not creepy, is it?”

“A bit.”

“Great.” Tom’s quiet, and you imagine he’s got his eyebrows furrowed. “I just… I really love her, Haz. So much.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t… I can’t describe it without sounding like- like a teenager or something, but… She’s just everything to me. Everything. I didn’t think I could love someone this much, but...”

“But you’re here, watching her sleep, because you like spending time with her so much.”

Tom hums, then clears his throat. “Fuck, I am whipped, aren’t I?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“Whatever. I don’t care. It feels too good.”

There’s suddenly a burst of loud noise, and you recognise the sounds of more people walking into the same room as Tom and Harrison. It makes you wince, even in your rest.

“Fuck, do you think that’s going to wake her up?” Tom murmurs.

“Maybe.”

“Shit.” You hear Tom fumble with his phone. “Wait— Haz, fuck, how do I turn this off—”

A moment later the audio cuts out, and you blink open a tentative eye to see your phone screen dark. You startle when it lights up again, with a bright text from Tom. You read it, and it acts as further confirmation that your boyfriend is the sweetest man you’ve ever met.

Tom: You fell asleep on our call and I didn’t want noise on my end to wake you up. Just want you to know that you’re really, really cute, and I love you very much. Sweet dreams darling xx

#my heart....she's too soft for this #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader fluff #frat!tom holland #tom holland #tom holland blurb #frat!tomfic #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.sfw #queue

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duskholland · 3 years

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hannah please do /anything/ based on the sink photo. sucking him off in front of the sink, getting railed over the sink, prof!tom fucking you at the sink. anything please, i need it

okay anon! after much debate about the tone, i went with loving... warm…. passionate….i missed you so much we must shag in the bathroom at the bar vibes <3 wc: 1.7k.

18+ nsfw content minors dni.

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Tom’s been affectionate all night, his touch never leaving you. It’d started back at the house when he’d refused to let you get ready in peace, nuzzling his face into your neck as you’d done your makeup in the bathroom. His clinginess had continued all the way to the bar, where you find yourselves now, heaped together in a booth.

It’s an impromptu welcome home party for your boyfriend, who has been away filming on the other side of the world for three months. He arrived back last night, and though Tom’s made it very clear how much he’d missed you, he hasn’t yet been satisfied. He’s still affectionately smothering you, even now, surrounded by your friends.

Tom’s hand lies on your inner thigh, warm to touch, teasing your skin every time he pulls you closer. Between gaps in the conversation, he presses his lips to your cheek, always lingering close, his cologne overwhelming every one of your senses. He’s antsy, shifting from thigh to thigh. When you take a leaf from his book and place a hand on top of his knee to play with the material of his striped trousers, Tom shifts. A moment later, you feel his mouth go to your ear, smooth teeth grazing your lobe as his warm breath fans out across your neck.

“Darling,” he murmurs. “Care to take a visit to the bathroom with me?”

You bite back a smirk as you discreetly nod your head. “Thought you’d never ask.”

If your friends find it suspicious, they don’t say a thing. You’re quick to grab Tom’s hand and follow behind him as he strides across the bar, muttering out small apologies to everyone he bumps into in his haste. He sweeps you into a private bathroom before you have a second to think about the good luck of finding an unattended room, and he pushes you up against the door as he locks it with one hand.

Tom kisses you immediately, caging you in against the door as he groans into your mouth. One of his hands goes to your waist, the other reaching up to push into your hair. You sigh against his lips, the sound twisting louder as Tom deepens the kiss and slips his tongue into your mouth. You savour everything—the press of his figure to yours, the taste of his tongue as it slides over yours, the sounds of his panting breaths as he kisses you fervently. After a while, he moves closer, and you feel his cock pressing up against your form, straining through the thin material of his slacks.

“God, love,” he murmurs, voice husky. You tilt your head to the side, and his lips dance across your sensitive spot, suckling gently until you’re whimpering. “I can’t take this. I need you again.”

You chuckle as you reach up to play with his hair, your fingers messing up his silky brown strands. He’d gelled it back earlier, but he doesn’t seem to complain as you play around with it.

“Again?” you tease, biting your lip as you reach down to cup his hard length over his trousers. Tom whimpers, grunting as he thrusts his hips closer to you desperately. “We fucked before we came out?”

Tom grumbles. “We didn’t fuck,” he murmurs, nipping at your neck lightly. “We made love.”

You chuckle. “Oh, sorry,” you say. “We made love about two hours ago.”

“Mmm, and? My appetite for you is uncontrollable.” Tom pulls away from your neck, eyes dancing darkly. He slips a hand down, easily slipping it beneath the hem of your dress. “Are you trying to tell me I won’t find you soaked and needy for me if I have a look up here?”

Your breath hitches as Tom confidently rolls two fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, his smirk telling you all you need to know. You whimper as he immediately goes to your clit, rolling his fingertips over the bud as you shift against the door. When he curves them down and teases your entrance, you groan and push at his arm.

“Don’t tease me,” you say, voice low. You surge forward, pushing away from the door as you connect your lips with Tom’s. He smiles into it, hands falling tenderly to your waist as you walk him into the centre of the room, only stopping when you catch sight of the sink. “Fuck me on the sink,” you decide, speaking quickly. You support your quivering words with a nod. “Please, Tom.”

Tom takes control, pushing you back with his mouth as you continue to kiss until your back connects with the cool porcelain of the sink. His biceps bulge as he picks up one of your legs, wrapping it around his back and then bunching up your skirt and pulling it up.

“Against the sink?” he murmurs, pupils blown wide with lust. You reach out, making light work of his belt before pulling out his length. Neither of you shed your clothes entirely—the bathroom is dimly lit and a little unfriendly, and you’re both too eager to mess around with that. Instead, you pull off the precise amount of clothes necessary for Tom to be able to slide his cock through your exposed slit. “Fuck, love,” he coos, pressing his tip to your entrance. “I fucking love you.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as he slowly eases into you, bottoming out with a grunt. Your lips go back to his as you attempt to muffle your loud sounds of enjoyment as Tom’s cock fills you to the brim. Despite being fucked two hours prior, your walls hold him tightly, and you have to throw your head back to rest against the mirror as you take him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, the words twisting higher when Tom wraps an arm around your back and holds you to him. He starts to thrust quickly, his lips going back to your neck as he holds you up against the sink. “Feels so good.”

You glance down, moaning as you watch his cock disappear inside you. It’s a welcome sight—you’ve missed Tom immensely. You know you’ll savour every time you come together like this as if it could be your last. He’s just the same—sentimental and passionate. Tom groans into your ear, voice strained, “fuckin’ love this cunt, sweetheart. Doesn’t matter how much I fuck you, does it? Always so snug for me.”

You suck in a tight breath, his teasing words making you clench around him. “Shit, Tom.”

He chuckles against your neck, holding you tightly to him as he continues to thrust into you. “Darling?”

“Hm?”

“Turn around for me. I want you to see how beautiful you look right now.”

You smile as you do as instructed, only losing his presence for a moment as you spin around. You bend over, hands gripping the sides of the sink as Tom settles behind you, standing tall. He presses you against the sink, hand massaging your ass before he slips back into you, meeting your eyes through the mirror as he grunts. His eyes stay on you, his teeth digging into his red lower lip as he watches you, mouth pulling into an easy smile.

“Look at that,” he coos. “What a stunner. How lucky am I, eh?”

You look a mess in the reflection, your hair wild and your mouth open and panting. Yet, there’s something almost poetic about the way Tom grips you, every ounce of his attention placed solely on your form. You watch the way your body shifts every time he thrusts into you, hear the sounds of skin-on-skin as they match the movements. His face is flushed, his cheeks a dark red and his jaw tensed. Fly away hairs drift over his forehead, and his nostrils are flared.

“I’m lucky,” you reply, whimpering softly as he readjusts and the tip of his cock brushes up against your g-spot. You pry a hand from the sink and reach between your legs, jerkily stroking your bud. You’re close already, your slit slick and your breath laboured. Never in your life have you been with someone who knows your body so well, but that’s the perks of being with a lover as attentive as Tom. He loves making you feel good more than he cares for his own pleasure.

“Nah, I’m luckier.” Tom’s hands shift to your hips and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. Your eyes roll back as pleasure rocks through you with every slam. “Look at this, hmm? I want you to keep watching us. Can you do that for me, darling? Even when you cum?” His voice is soft and suggestive, but you feel the harder undertones.

“Yeah,” you murmur, forcing yourself to meet his gaze through the mirror. You lick your lips as you see him, towering above you, railing you into the sink. The ceramic digs into your front, but the ache only makes everything feel sharper. “Tom,” you whine, breath catching, “I’m not gonna last.”

“Neither will I,” he admits. You look up, watching the veins in his neck stand out against his flushed skin. “Go on,” he urges. “Pretty girl. Lovely girl.” He’s speaking in puffed sentences, on the verge. “Cum for me, babe. Want to watch you lose it on this sink.”

You spiral with him, pressing your clit and feeling your high sweep over you as Tom thrusts into you. He’s pulsing too a few moments later, spilling his seed into you with a low yelp as his hot fingers pull at your dress. Both of you moan, your sounds mixing together as your breath fogs up the lower part of the mirror.

Tom bends over, scooping your hair to the side and kissing your neck. He’s near now, image lingering close in the mirror, eyes softer and pooled with love. His body is warm, and his front soothes your back as he moves closer and kisses your cheek.

“Love you,” he murmurs, voice soft. Both of you release soft groans as his cock slips from inside you, and he kisses your cheek again calmingly.

You tilt your head to the side, standing up a little straighter until you’re able to kiss his lips. Tom’s mouth is as warm as ever.

“Love you too, handsome,” you respond, voice gentle. “You’re insatiable.”

Tom grins against your mouth. “Well, if you were dating someone as beautiful as you, I’m sure you’d feel the same way.”

#i will now be on a writing break for several days hjdfhd if i think abt this man for even a second longer i will explode #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x reader #q #smut #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.filth

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duskholland · 3 years

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imagine waking up to tom while you’re staying at his parents’ house. you can’t do anything because of where you are…so he’s just clingy and cuddly and gushy and lowkey annoying but you love it :))

my tom yearning levels have been through the roof for the last few days and i think writing this finished me off... thank you. cw: very slightly suggestive.

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Tom is pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, lips tender as they run over your skin from your arm to your neck. His kisses are feathery light, and so, so gentle, and you can’t even be too mad at the fact you’re being woken up because he’s doing it so softly and with so much consideration that you feel your lips twitching into a smile.

“G’morning, darling,” he rasps, voice light and quiet. “Sleep well?”

You hum, then blearily open an eye to look at him. Tom is cuddled into your chest, resting on his side with one of his legs thrown over yours and his hand splayed out across your chest. He’s shirtless and warm, his brown curls arranged messily over his head and glinting almost gold beneath the beams of morning light, streaming in through the gaps in the slats of his bedroom blinds. His thin pink lips twitch into a gentle smile as he meets your eyes.

“Yeah,” you whisper, too tired to speak properly. You stifle a yawn and reach up until you’re able to rest a hand on his side. “You?”

Tom nods. “Had a dream about you,” he admits. Before elaborating, he curls even closer to you, clinging to you like a koala as he buries his face back into your neck. You giggle lightly as he tickles your skin with his kisses, his other hand reaching up to blindly pet your face, fingers gently rolling over your cheek. “You were so lovely in it—bloody adorable—then I woke up, and you were still here. Thought to myself, how lucky am I to get to wake up beside this every morning, eh?”

You chuckle, biting your lip as Tom sits up onto his side. He rests with his elbow digging into the mattress by the pillow and anchors his head up with his hand, his loving gaze trailing all over you as you smile.

“You’ve already got me in your bed, you can turn off the charm,” you reply, voice tired but affectionate.

“Never, darling.” Tom leans down and kisses you, his fingers slotting along the line of your jaw as he holds you to him. After a few moments of lazy, close-mouthed pecks, he pulls back to press his forehead to yours. “I’m not being a good boyfriend if I’m not constantly telling you how spectacular you are.”

“Psh.” You try to brush it off with an eye roll, but you reach up and weave your fingers into his curly hair, humming as your noses brush. Tom’s warm breath fans out over your face, and you sigh. “You’re too nice to me.”

He gasps as if you’ve said something to personally offend him, then collapses down onto the mattress beside you. He’s still on his side, but he gathers you up in his arms and pulls you into his chest, not stopping until your forehead lies against his chest and you’re being held so tightly it’s almost an obstacle to your breathing.

“No such thing,” Tom states. “Let me adore you, love,” he pauses, tone dipping, “before we have to go out there and deal with all of them.”

You snort, eyes shut as you enjoy the feeling of his hands palming over your back.

“You make it sound like spending time with your family is the worst thing in the world,” you tease. “You love being here with them. Stop being so dramatic.”

Tom groans. His hands roll down your spine, briefly skimming over the curve of your ass before dipping back up.

“I love them, yeah. But I love you, and I love being with you.” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “But… seeing as I’m on a sex ban, I’m trying to enjoy every second I have alone with you.”

You chuckle. “You’re not on a sex ban,” you chastise.

“Yeah, yeah.” He cups your cheek and gently coaxes your from his chest, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Whatever.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you giggle. “I’m just saying, they don’t need to know. We could be really, really quiet.”

You shake your head. “No way,” you say. “Are you forgetting what happened last time?”

Tom briefly scowls, but it’s quick to fade when you raise an eyebrow. “Fine,” he grumbles. “But that was Haz, not any of them, so—“ he breaks off as you firm your stare, and he decides to just kiss you instead. “Anyway,” he mumbles. “I’m just appreciating my stunning, incredible, lovely girlfriend before we spend the day with my family. Is that allowed?”

“I suppose.”

His lips are warm and soft, and you get lost in them for a while as you drift between bliss and daylight. His fingers rub warm circles to your waist, his legs tangled up in yours, and you realise, as he twists himself even further into your arms, that you’ve never felt more content in your life.

“I love you,” he whispers. You separate, both of you sharing one of his pillows, and you’re so close together that his features blur. You can still make out his eyes though, honeyed and brown, flooded with warmth. “You are...the love of my life.” Tom drops a few more lazy kisses to your lips. “I love you so much.”

You hum. Words couldn’t possibly capture how much you adore him, so you only hope he can tell how fondly you hold him in your heart as you snuggle closer and kiss him. His curls are soft against your fingers, as is the rhythm of your hearts, beating together in sync.

“Love you too, handsome,” you murmur. “Big softie.”

Tom sighs, but he doesn’t dispute it. Instead, he just kisses the tip of your nose.

“Only for you,” he grumbles. His frown melts into a lazy smile as he meets your eyes. “Only for you…”

#me editing this blasting ed sheeran and having a breakdown bc :') boyfriend!tom exists and he's not here with me rn </3 #enjoy :'))#tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader fluff #im so soft tnite....no one touch me....#tomblurbs #tom.sfw #myblurbs

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duskholland · 3 years

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i honestly can’t stop thinking about mob!tom and like being a little brat for him, thinking i’m all tough and like.... spitting in tom’s mouth.... and he’d love it i think??? and then he’d switch it and be back in control and choke me and spit in my mouth..... fuck

you didn’t ask for a blurb but istg reading this set me on fire so ... here we go... the battle for dominance from your worst (or best?) nightmare, ft mob!tom......

mob!tom || wc: 1.8k || 18+ nsfw content minors dni!!!

warnings ↠ sir/good girl kink, dom!tom, brat taming, degradation (slut shaming), choking, spitting, pussy + face slapping, a gnarly battle for dominance ft fingering and face-fucking. i missed writing dom!tom. god.

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You don’t challenge Tom often, but when you do, there’s no point holding back. He’ll be firm with you no matter how far you take it, so you may as well push the limits as far as possible. You like the punishment that follows, crave the degradation and the battle for dominance that ensues.

You aren’t scared to fuck with him, which is why you manage to get yourself into this position: Tom, pressed against the bedroom wall, your figure boxing him in. You have your hands resting on his shoulders, firm fingertips keeping him there, even when he tries to passively shove you off.

“Now, what do we have here?” Tom asks, voice smooth and entirely too innocuous considering you’ve just slammed him up against the wall. He remains completely unbothered, blinking at you blankly, eyes only showing the smallest amount of intrigue.

You hum. “I’m in charge today,” you decide, but your words don’t come out as strongly as you’d intended. It’s almost as if your body knows exactly how the night is going to go. “I’m going to dom you.”

Tom laughs. His face splits with amusement as he looks you up and down sceptically. “Yeah, okay,” he says. “I’d like to see you try, darling.”

Scowling, you square up. “I can dom you,” you tell him. You move one of your hands from his shoulder and teasingly draw it up to twirl around the base of his neck. As you try out a variety of pressures against Tom’s throat, his interest increases. He starts looking at you with a little more interest, his eyebrows pulling together as he watches you experiment. You get the feeling that he’s just biding his time, waiting to see what you’ll do, but you use it for your advantage.

“You’ve never once given any indication that you’d want to try and dom me,” Tom says. He looks you up and down before laughing again. “You’re lying to get a rise out of me.”

You narrow your eyes. “Am not,” you lie, despite him being completely right. You don’t want to dom him—you want to make him snap. Pursuing this goal, you don’t hesitate to bring your fingers away from his throat and run your fingertips over the ghost of his mouth, pressing your thumb against his lower lip. “Open,” you say, taking Tom’s favourite command and turning it on him.

“I don’t think you want to do what you’re trying to do,” Tom warns. “You’re not going to like what I do to you if you keep this up.”

You jut out your chin and tap his lower lip again. “Open,” you repeat.

Tom complies, but only after another mirthless laugh. It’s almost scary how cool he is, how calculated. There’s no hint of insecurity as he opens his mouth, and it’s clear that it doesn’t matter the positioning—he’s in control, and you’re not.

That isn’t going to stop you from pushing him to the very edge, though. You stand closer, meeting his eyes teasingly before sucking the moisture to the front of your mouth and spitting into Tom’s open mouth. Your spittle lands on his tongue, and you step back, moving very slowly as if around an animal that risks pouncing.

A moment passes, the air between you frozen, thick with tension. Tom shifts, sighing for only a second before he overpowers you. Acting swiftly, precisely, he pushes off from the wall, commanding enough force to slip free from your grip. You huff as he pushes you against the wall instead, so forcefully that you feel an ache in your back. Before you have time to question him, his hand is on your throat. Tom growls, pressing the length between his index and thumb up against your neck, choking you lightly as his other hand goes to your mouth.

He doesn’t need to say anything. His lips are pursed, energy rippling his eyes until they’re almost black. He hasn’t spoken since you managed to spit in his mouth, and you realise there’s a purpose behind that. Tom yanks your mouth open, pressing his thumb harshly against your tongue until you’re wide enough for him to step in closer. He grunts before spitting into your mouth, the pressure leaving your throat as you feel the mix of his and your saliva, hot against your tongue, rolling back towards your throat.

“Brat,” he spits. He cups your chin and holds your mouth shut, staring at you, unmoving, until you swallow. Tom looks entirely too composed. Whilst you’re panting, your face warm, he seems unaffected. His hair is still gelled, his cheeks pale, and his eyes dark. It makes you shudder. “Why are you being so needy?” Tom tilts his head to the side. “You want attention, hm? My needy little brat, trying to act tough so I’ll put her in her place?”

You whimper. Tom laughs coolly, then leans closer. You think he’s going to kiss you, but instead, he licks over your mouth, denying you what you want as he brands you with his spit instead. He’s messy, hand returning to wrap around your throat. As he pushes you back against the wall, his other hand moves down, shoving between your legs until he’s able to cup your heat. You’re in a skirt without panties, meaning there’s no hesitation in his actions. Tom’s able to touch your bare pussy, his fingers cold as they trail through your slit.

“Fucking hell,” he adds, glancing up at you. “You’re so wet.” To prove his point, Tom curves two fingers into your heat, your walls giving way after a few pumps. The feeling of his slender digits rubbing up against your sensitive spots makes you cry out, your eyes fluttering shut. “Such a pathetic little slut, hm? Getting off on being a brat with my hand around your neck? Fucking hell…”

You try to speak, only for the words to come out slurred and incoherent. It’s hard to focus with Tom’s fingers pistoning into your heat, your walls clamping down around the stretch of his hand as his thumb twists up to play with your clit.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he mutters. Tom pauses, leaning up to briefly kiss your cheek before his hand slips from inside your heat. He doesn’t pull away, though. Tom brings his hand down over the front of your cunt, slapping over your clit once, twice, thrice, the jolting stings making you cry out. He doesn’t stop until you’re squirming, your folds hot and pulsing, entrance weeping arousal and pulsing around nothing. “Get on the floor, brat.”

Tom pushes you down, but his touch is gentle. When you’re on your knees, his hand stays on your cheek, fingertips rolling across your cheekbone, encouraging your actions as you undo his belt and pop his top button reflexively.

“There’s a good girl,” he mutters. “Knew you didn’t want control.” Tom pulls away from you and pushes down his jeans and boxers all at once, leaving you with the sight of his cock, flushed and erect. He holds his length in his hand, skimming his thumb across the beads of precum that pool at his tip before smearing it across your lips. “Say thank you,” he adds, huffing a sigh. “You haven’t forgotten your manners, have you?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimper. His precum seeps across your tongue, and you feel ravenous. “Please let me suck your cock,” you add, opening your mouth wide for him. Tom’s fingers slip into your mouth, and he coaxes your tongue out, leaning over and eyeing you carefully before spitting again, his spit landing on the tip of your tongue.

“I’ll fuck your throat until it’s raw,” he promises. Tom steps forward, guiding his cock to your mouth. He runs it over your tongue, the heavy, warm weight making you moan. Again, he pauses, cupping your cheek gently. “Touch my thigh if you want to tap out,” he adds. He doesn’t do another thing until you nod, reassuring him that it’s okay, that this is what you want, that you trust him. Tom hums, then he jerks his hips and pushes his cock into your mouth.

He fucks your mouth hard, relentlessly, his bulbous tip pressing against the back of your throat with no warning. Tom doesn’t give you time to adjust, not even as you struggle to fight your gag reflex. As your eyes well with tears, he holds the back of your skull tightly, keeping you as still and compliant as possible as the hot beads of water start to spill down your cheeks.

“Such...a good...brat,” he groans. You moan around him, feeling the stretch of his length aching your lips. “Take it, there’s a good girl…

His cock is so big, so heavy on your tongue. It takes everything in you to keep your fingers away from your cunt, but you know better than to cross that line. If the hunger behind his actions tells you anything, it’s that he’s pissed, and you don’t want to push him. Not too far. Not when Tom’s entire aura is one of steeled dominance.

“Shit, darling… Such a hot little mouth. ‘M gonna cum.” You look up at him, admiring the red flush to Tom’s face and the tensing of his jaw. He groans as he sees you, choking and crying around his cock, sounds of obscenities electric in the air. “Shit, shit. You’re going to swallow it, yeah? Needy cockslut. I know you fucking live for this.” He gently slaps your face before roughly pushing his fingers into your hair. “Greedy girl.”

You moan around him, and it’s the final straw. Tom peaks with a yell of your name, his hips pushing deep against you until your nose nudges up against the curls of his pubic hair. His seed shoots down your throat, spilling warm against your tongue, and you do your best to swallow, continuing to keep your mouth soft and pliant under he’s satisfied.

Tom pulls away after a few moments, opening his eyes to look at you as he pants. His hair is messier, cheeks stained a dark red, a blissed expression dominating his face. He’s quick to help you to your feet, and your wince at the pain in your knees fades as he kisses your lips softly.

“Good girl,” he mutters. “Good brat.”

You bite your lip, standing back and looking at him. “Can I cum now?” you ask.

Not for the first time this evening, Tom laughs at you. You feel your expression fall, and it only seems to spur him on further. He smirks before kissing the tip of your nose again, both of his hands moving to hold your waist.

“Oh, darling,” he murmurs, voice dark. “What a silly question.”

#wrote an entire essay today + still had time to exhibit **** behaviour on main #you know it #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader smut #smut #mob!tom x reader #mob!tom x reader smut #mob!tom smut #mob!tom #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.filth

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duskholland · 3 years

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ok but what about going to the gym with boyfriend!tom (i always workout alone and i have my gym crushes here and there) and Tom gets so worked up about it and when she notices she begins teasing him.........and smut happens 👀

obsessed with this.... i love a gym/post-workout moment... nsfw! minors dni <3

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smut warnings ↠ semi-public sex, shower sex, hair pulling (ft brief pain kink), fingering, unprotected sex, cumshot.

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“Another five, darling. There you go. Keep going.”

Sweat prickles along your hairline, your face pulsing with hot blood. With each burpee, you feel your heartbeat quicken and your body get more tired, but you aren’t about to give up. Not with Tom, your boyfriend, poised in front of you, jumping up and down in sync with you.

He’s ridiculously attractive, even when he’s bossing you around in the gym. It’s been the cause of a few teasing comments from him already, as he’s caught you out taking breaks to ogle him. In your defence, it’d be hard not to look.

Tom is in a pair of shorts and a tight black tank top, his biceps out and flexing every time he swings his arms around. His hair lies over his head in messy heaps, and his cheeks lie flushed with a healthy glow. Adrenaline looks good on Tom, and you can’t even be annoyed that he’s pushing you to go further because it’s so attractive coming from him.

“Fuck yeah,” he says finally. “We’re done.”

You finish your set and release a sound of relief, sagging forward and falling into his embrace. Tom laughs, his chest heaving as he holds you in a loose, sweaty hug. His neck is hot with perspiration, but you don’t hesitate to curl closer, savouring the brief moment of respite in his arms.

“You’re so mean,” you whine. You finally fall back, just to bend over and grab your water bottle from the spot on the mat. You take a few deep swallows of cool water before Tom grabs the bottle from your hands and shoves it past his own lips. “I’m so tired.”

Tom hums, jaw tensing as he swallows down mouthfuls of the water. “You’ll feel good, though. All those positive endorphins,” he says, grinning slyly. “I want to do some weights before we go, but I think that’s enough cardio for today.”

You make a loud sound of agreement. “Definitely,” you agree. You wave your hand at the exercise mats. “I’ll just do some stretches and wait for you.”

He nods and darts forwards to kiss your cheek before letting you go. “Okay, love,” he says. “I’ll just be over there.”

The gym is fairly empty this morning, and you’re able to find a spot on the edge of the exercise mats without much trouble. As you sit down on the squashy sprung mat, you pull your arms above your head and start to stretch out your shoulders. The weights station is directly opposite the mat zone, so you’re able to watch Tom as he browses the weights trolley before picking off a large dumbbell.

You find yourself biting your lower lip as you watch him sit on the edge of a bench and start to pump it. Tom spots you staring, and you watch him smirk. He wiggles his brows before sitting up a little straighter to flex his muscles with more vigour. If you weren’t in public, you’d growl, the sight of his pulsing arms, flushed face and ripped figure making a hot flush travels out from your centre. As Tom licks his lips and intensifies his smirk, you find yourself shivering.

Two can play at this game.

You stand from the mat, biting your lip as a devious thought tickles you. Meeting his eyes, you raise a brow in question before turning around and facing the wall. You can feel Tom’s gaze on your figure, burning intently as you start to do some squats. The exercise is his weakness, especially when you do it, and you’re cruel for exploiting that information, but you find yourself smirking as you continue to drop low, arching your back and taking your time.

To any casual observer, it’d just look like you’re very attentively exercising, but to Tom, you know you’re driving him mad.

There are mirrors set into the wall, and you watch as Tom abandons his exercise in favour of sitting there to watch you, jaw tensing. You meet his gaze through the reflection and flash a teasing smile, only for it to melt into fulfilment as you watch Tom mutter something to himself then stand up quickly. He hurries to put away the weight before picking up his phone and stalks towards you, his lean figure stacked with sweaty muscles.

He lingers behind you for a moment, eyes taking you in as you do a few low squats. Through the mirror, you can see his nostrils flare, his eyes shifting dark and heady. When you finish your set, you straighten up before stepping back a few paces to press your back against Tom’s front. He mutters a low, “fuck,” and you feel his member, quickly hardening as his crotch rubs against your ass.

“Darling,” Tom mutters, scooping your hair out of the way until he’s able to kiss your neck. Your skin is hot and sweaty, but he doesn’t hesitate to nibble up and down the side of your throat. “‘M so hard right now.”

You shiver as he laps over the sensitive skin of your neck. “Do you want to go home?”

Tom grumbles into your ear. “I can’t wait that long,” he complains, voice low and accented. “You look so hot, love. I’ve got a stiffy.”

Biting your lip, you turn around and take his hand. “Well,” you tease, “have you got anything in mind?”

He nods his head. “Yep,” Tom says. “Follow me.”

Tom takes you down to the unisex changing room, and you catch onto his idea as he points at some of the large shower cubicles. They’re each caged in with frosted glass, and like the gym had been, the room is unusually empty. There are a few people milling around, but no one else is in the shower room.

You bite your lip as you look at him. “Really?” you ask, but you’re already pulling off your shirt. Tom stands across the bench from you, similarly jerking off his tank top.

His eyes sparkle. “Fuck yeah,” he growls. “Did I tell you how hot you look in those leggings?”

After a little bit of negotiating with your clothes, the towels and the lockers, Tom pulls you into the shower cubicle. He turns on the water before pushing you up against the wall, caging you in with an arm planted on either side of your head as his lips find yours. You’re both naked now, your clothes discarded back in the locker, and you have to bite back a loud moan when you feel Tom’s hard cock slide to rest between the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Shhhh,” he murmurs, speaking into your ear. Tom pulls one arm away from your head and snakes his hand between your legs. He smirks as his index finger slips between your folds, rolling over your clit before shifting down to tease your entrance. You’re already wet, your body hot and aching from the time spend watching him work out upstairs, and you feel your hole pulsing and spasming against his finger as he curls it into your heat. “Anyone could walk in, baby... you’ll need to be really quiet.”

“Okay,” you manage. Your head falls back against the cool tiles of the back wall as you part your legs, allowing Tom to feed two of his fingers into your pulsing cunt. His lips close over your neck as he works you open, cock still brushing up against your thighs. You have to swallow a moan when he adds his thumb to your clit. “Shit,” you whine.

You reach up and run your hands over his shoulders, momentarily getting distracted by the muscles on his form. Tom’s been working out consistently for the past six months, and the evidence can be found in the definition of his shoulders and biceps. His muscles are so firm, and as you appreciate his strength with your hands, you feel yourself clench around his digits.

Tom smirks, leaning up to nose at your cheek. “Are you okay there, lovie? You seem a little distracted.”

You scrunch the tip of your nose as you twist a hand into Tom’s hair. His strands are saturated with droplets from the shower, and he’s still grinning as you bring him closer to kiss him.

“Fuck me,” you mutter against his lips. You gasp softly as he curves his fingers up towards your stomach, the tips of his slender digits caressing your g-spot until you whimper. You feel so slick, the space between your thighs coated with your arousal. “Do it hard. From behind.”

Tom licks his lips. He captures your mouth in a final kiss as he pulls away from you. An annoyed whimper slips from your lips as your cunt throbs emptily, but your mood is soon to pick up as he turns you in his arms. With his back pressed to yours, you can feel Tom’s erect cock, standing proud against your lower spine.

“You’ll let me hit it from the back?” he mutters, nipping at your neck. Tom’s large hands swoop around to cup your breasts, his fingers toying with your nipples as you gasp.

“Yeah,” you say. You bend over, reaching out to hold onto the metal control taps of the shower as you spread your legs and arch your back. You look back over your shoulder, eyes darkening as you watch Tom situate himself behind you, pumping his flushed cock in his hand as his jaw tenses. He curses as he meets your eyes. “Hard and fast,” you request. “Please.” You’re buzzing from the endorphins from your workout, and you find yourself craving your boyfriend’s firm touch.

Tom nods his head. A focused expression finds his face as he steps closer, resting one hand on your ass as the other stays wrapped around his length. You bite back a soft moan as he slides his tip between your folds, teasing your clit for a second before guiding his bulging crown up to your entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asks, voice barely audible above the stream of water pounding down beside you.

You bite your lower lip. “Fuck yeah,” you mutter. “Give it to me.”

Tom slips into you with ease, and your eyes drop shut as your head falls forward.

“Oh god yeah,” Tom mutters, burying himself deep within your heat. You bite your lower lip to muffle your cries as his thick cock presses your walls apart. “You’re so tight, darling. Oh fuck. Cunt feels like fucking paradise… Always so snug around me, isn’t it?”

You’re glad for the loud stream of water and the garish pop tunes that stream through the air because the noises of skin slapping against skin are audible to you. Your fingers wrap around the cool metal of the shower controls as you cling for dear life, your breathing laboured as Tom thrusts into you like a demon. As he shifts both hands down to grasp at your hips, the engorged head of his cock brushes up against your g-spot. Your back arches when he hits against your spongy back wall, causing your heat to tighten.

“Oh fuck,” Tom murmurs from behind you, his voice sharp and breathless. He squeezes your waist as he continues to pull you back to meet him, each rut of his hips against yours propelling him deeper. After a while, he shifts one hand away, hot fingertips dancing up your spine before burying into your hair. As Tom tugs on your strands, the ache in your skull makes you whimper. “Touch your clit, darling,” he asks, keeping his voice quiet.

When he releases your hair, you follow his instructions blindly, unable to think of anything beyond how good it feels to get railed like this. It’s clear that both of you are riding on the highs of your workout, Tom’s pace brutal as he spends all his leftover energy on you. You’re willing to take it, your greedy cunt revelling in the bruising pace he’s set and basking in the glow of his length stretching you out so well.

Mixing in with the sounds of water thrumming against the tiled floor comes the sound of your puckering heat, clinging to his cock each time he buries himself in you. Quiet expletives tumble from your lips as you get to the edge, unable to vocalise your enjoyment but instead falling into the rhythm of pushing back against Tom every time he snaps his hips. With the way his fingers grow needier, holding at your hips with a slippery grip that only grows messier, you can tell he’s just as close as you.

It doesn’t surprise you at all when Tom suddenly gasps, then you feel his cock start to throb inside you as his rhythm falters. The sensation of him shooting his seed into your desperate heat makes you spiral over the edge. You grip the bar of the shower tighter as you bite into the top of your arm to muffle your moans.

Tom slowly evens out his pace, continuing to fuck into you until you stand up a little straighter. He runs his hands over your ass and waist before stepping back, the discomfort of him pulling out quickly smoothed away when he gently coaxes you up and into his arms.

“So good, darling,” he whispers, holding you to his chest. His lips come down over the side of your face as his hands play with your wet hair. When you shiver, Tom walks both of you back, helping you into the stream of warm water. “You always do so well for me. Best girl, aren’t you? My best girl.”

He’s cooing and gentle, holding you with love in his arms and tenderness shining in his gaze. When you’re more stable, you pull away from his chest, feeling beads of his cum dripping down your inner thighs as you lean up to steal a kiss from his lips.

“Love you,” you mumble, folding into his arms.

Tom’s hands gently caress your spine, and you can feel him smile against your lips. He squeezes your ass with the palms of his hands before releasing you.

“Love you too,” he says. He reaches behind you and pumps the soap dispenser, lips brushing the top of your nose as he runs the lathering liquid over your wet form. “I’ll clean you up now,” he promises.

You bite your lip as you look up at him, blinking innocently. “You made a mess,” you say, thinking about your pussy, still clenching around droplets of his seed.

Tom arches a brow, eyes momentarily dipping down to your legs. A shadow of a smirk crosses his lips a moment later, then he’s pressing them back against your ear.

“Well,” he purrs, tone heavy and suggestive, “I think I know what I can do to help clean you up…”

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duskholland · 3 years

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this is so completely random and unprompted (sense the sarcasm as the tommy thighs live in my mind rent-free since the first pic of pants-less tom content) but would you please indulge me with a thigh riding blurb with some dom!tom vibes? maybe a bit of praise k*nk in there, too, if that floats your boat? soft!dom!tom...oui. anyways love u + thanks for letting me sin bye <3

his thighs... they’re just something else. i think i was possessed when i wrote this lmao. wc: 2k // 18+ content minors dni!!!!!!

extended warnings ↠ slight dom!tom + praise kink, thigh riding. tom holland’s thighs, because they deserve a warning of their own.

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You’re bored.

Tom’s house out in Atlanta is huge, and when he’s not stowed away in the office doing online press, there’s never normally a dull moment. You usually find some way to entertain yourself, be that pestering your boyfriend for attention or filling your time with work. Just, it’s a Saturday, and you have nothing to do, and Tom’s been away all day.

After spending the morning catching up with friends and refreshing social media until you have the spinning reload sign flashing behind your eyes, you resort to texting Tom. Down in the office—or the press room, as he’s come to call it—his phone is on silent, so you don’t need to worry about interrupting something. He’s been trading selfies with you all day, providing small snapshots of his socks, his hair, his setup whenever he catches a break. The little teases have only made your yearning worse.

Y/N: when do you finish? Y/N: I’m bored and I miss you :(

You lay back on your bed as you wait on a response, chewing your lip slightly as your hands play with the sheets. Your expression darkens as you look to the side, seeing the throw pillows discarded on the floor and remembering intimate times gone by.

You’ve been in a mood all day, the space between your legs warm. Every time you get bored, your mind wanders, and you’ve been very bored today. The front of your panties feels damp, your body tortured by the memories of last night. It’s a never-ending montage of Tom’s hair brushing your neck, his lips on your breasts, his greedy hands grabbing at your waist. You almost moan as you remember how he’d held you down last night and made love to you until you’d cried, your skin slick with sweat and your mind gone too. He never fails to bring you to the heights of pleasure you’d never thought existed.

Tom: on a break just now if you want to come down Tom: think there’s ten minutes before the next one x

It doesn’t take long for you to get to the office, your feet moving of their own accord. When you open the door, Tom glances back, and you feel your breath catch in the back of your throat.

He looks good. Tom is handsome, and you always enjoy looking at him, but with his torso covered in a tight black shirt and blazer and his hair styled in loose waves on the top of his head, he looks incredibly dashing. He flashes you a mischievous smile as he reaches up to pull the AirPods from his ears, his Rolex glinting beneath the bright studio lights that illuminate his setup.

“Afternoon, darling,” he says. He turns in the chair, swinging an arm over the back of it as he watches you enter the room, closing the door behind you. “How are you?”

You bite your lip, shameless eyes skating over his form. Tom stands to greet you, and your eyes widen, falling to his bare legs. “Why are you half-naked?” you ask, the tip of your nose scrunching up as you chuckle. You meet him in the centre of the room, wrapping your arms around his warm torso before pulling him in for a light hug, being mindful of his pressed suit.

“Comfier,” he explains. “Too hot in all of that. Gets fucking boiling in here.” Tom’s hands smooth up to your hair, and he gently coaxes you from his chest, peering down at you with those brown eyes you love so much. “Gimme a kiss, lovie.”

Eager to feel him, you step closer and lean in, finding his lips in an easy kiss. The moment your mouth makes contact with the soft warmth of Tom’s pillowy lips, you feel yourself melt, the heat coming back to your core almost immediately. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck, getting in as close as you can as you part your lips, licking over his lower lip until he takes the bait and easily slips his tongue into your mouth.

Tom grunts when you play with the back of his hair, tugging on his strands as your tongues glide together. His hands are on your waist, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth when he slips his fingers beneath your shirt and lets them roam all over your figure. As he kisses you, his hands shift up your torso, lingering at your breasts and groping them eagerly.

“No bra?” he moans against you. You whimper as he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, making him chuckle. “Fuck, love,” he murmurs, “eager today, aren’t you?”

You pull away from him, panting for breath. “Yeah,” you admit, not even trying to be coy about it. Time is of the essence, and you know exactly what you want. One of Tom’s warm hands skates down your figure, and your abdomen flexes as his fingers trail over your skin, his blunt fingernails lightly tickling your stomach as he travels to your cunt. “Tom,” you say, voice catching. “Please.”

He’s teasing you, eyes on your face as he slides his hand beneath your shorts and teases his fingers over the front of your panties. With a torturously light touch, he rolls his index finger over the front of your slit.

“God,” he murmurs, leaning in to roughly kiss your jaw. “You’re soaked.”

Your eyes threaten to roll back as he rubs you over the cotton, touch light but enough to bring you the smallest amount of pleasure. You grab at his firm bicep, a choked whine travelling up your throat.

“Tom.”

“Mmm? What do you want, darling? You know we don’t have much time.” Tom’s got a dark glint in his eyes, and it only deepens when he finally shifts your panties to the side and lets his fingers envelop your silky folds. You gasp when he dips his index and middle fingers down to your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your arousal before spreading it up to your bud. He’s quick to tease your clit, cooing softly as you struggle to speak. “Use your words, gorgeous girl. I want to give you what you want, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what that is.”

“Fuck me,” you ask, voice catching as he speeds up his circles.

“No time, darling.” Tom frowns when he sees you pout, and with the hand not between your legs, he reaches up to play with your lower lip. After a moment’s contemplation, he slips his fingers into your mouth. You suck them in further, glad for their heavy presence weighing down your tongue and enjoying how their girth muffles your moans. “I have an idea. C’mere.”

Before you have time to complain, Tom has pulled away from you, leaving your aching cunt alone and your mouth empty. He walks to the green sofa in the back of the room and collapses onto it with ease, smirking up at you as he parts his legs. He looks wide and domineering, spread out, awaiting you, with his bare thighs rippling and on display. His muscles are clear and defined, packed tight in firm ridges against his golden skin. Just the sight of him patting one of them with his hand is enough to make you salivate.

“Ride it,” he encourages, beckoning you forth with a smirk. He tilts his watch towards his face, squinting as he stares at the metal. “You have three minutes to cum, or you’ll need to wait. I won’t be finished for another two hours.”

Eyes widening, you move over to him, pausing in front of your boyfriend to push down your shorts and your panties. Tom reaches out for you, his warm palms sinking into the curves of your hips as he helps you into his lap. He sits up against the sofa, reaching down to grab at your shirt as you work on straddling his thigh. You settle over his left leg, a loud moan trembling up your throat as you lower yourself and your slit presses against the firmness of his skin.

“Oh,” you moan, tossing your head back. Tom pulls your shirt over your head, his face dropping down until he’s able to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as you slowly grind down against his leg, his skin quickly getting coated in the arousal that covers your slit. Each time he nibbles your nipple, he follows up the action with a warm lap of his tongue, and the noises you elicit rise in pitch.

“Pretty girl,” Tom murmurs, leaving your chest and replacing his mouth with a hand. The other goes to your hip, and he helps you swirl your hips a little faster, his eyes almost black. “Look so fucking hot getting off on my leg, darling. So needy.” His accent is prominent as he watches you, smirking. “You’re my needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You fall forwards, panting into his neck as your forehead rests on his shoulder. Tom’s lips kiss the top of your head, grounding you as the pleasure starts to build. There’s an indescribable warmth spreading across your core, stemming from where your clit rubs up against his muscular thigh. The pleasurable burn of the friction makes you whimper.

“Yeah,” you pant, after taking a few moments to muster your breath. You gasp when Tom tenses his leg, his muscular thigh pressing up against you. “Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good, Tom. You’re so strong.”

He’s rolling both hands over your hips now, and one of them slips up to trace across your bare back. He holds you tightly to his chest, even as your breathing becomes irregular, continuing to guide your movements as you grow uneven. You can feel your orgasm twisting in the pit of your stomach, feel the temperature of your blood rising as it builds between your legs. With each grind of your wet cunt against his thigh, the pressure builds, every part of you aching for release.

“My darling girl,” Tom murmurs. “Are you going to make a mess all over my leg?” When you release a clouded moan, he chuckles. “I know you are. It’s okay. I can feel you squirming, baby. I know you can’t wait.” He drops his voice, rasping into your ear as you shake in his lap. “Go on, love. Be a good girl and let go. Get my thigh all wet. There you go.”

Your jaw slackens, and his words push you over the edge. You squirm over Tom’s sturdy thigh, glad for his strong hands on your hips as they guide your movements when you get lost in the pleasure. Your moans intersperse with his name, and you collapse against him as your high rolls across you, flooding you with intense, pulsing pleasure.

“There you go,” he murmurs, kissing over the side of your face until you eventually pry yourself away from him. Tom smiles at you, dragging his lips across your cheek to find your lips. It’s a sweeter kiss, and you pour in your gratitude. “Sweet girl.”

Your lips twitch into a smile as you look up at him, appreciating the lines of his handsome face and the adoration that sparkles in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you say. “I—”

Both of you startle as a ringing sound cuts through the air, and you turn around to see the computer on the desk lighting up with an incoming call.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom mutters. He kisses you, briefly but with intention, then stumbles to his feet. “How do I look?”

You follow him to your feet, quickly pulling on your clothes before walking to him. “Perfect,” you say, once you’ve adjusted the collar of his suit jacket. You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Good luck, handsome.”

Tom nods, eyes skittering across your form. He shoots you a wink before falling back into the chair, looking over his shoulder at you as you walk towards the door. “Be ready for later,” he calls out. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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duskholland · 3 years

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hi hannah!! i was wondering if you could do a blurb of dad!tom of when he is doing his press interviews right now and his little one wants to be with him at all times, very clingy, and just wants to be close to him 🥺

deep in my dad!tom feels tonight :’) this was such a cute request too. i hope you like it joni!!! <3

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It’s just before 2am when Tom finds himself in his home office, stifling a yawn as he waits for his laptop to connect through to the Skype call. The latest round of press for his film has required him to join video calls with journalists from around the world, and whilst he appreciates that the flexibility means he can work from home, the time differences are killing him.

Tom really hadn’t wanted to crawl out of bed to do this interview. You’re still there, fast asleep, your arms curled around your two-year-old daughter, Rosie. All evening, you’d tried to encourage your daughter to peel away from Tom’s side and sleep in her own bed, but it’d been a losing battle. Ever since Tom came home a few weeks ago, Rosie has been glued to his side. She wears the same bright, innocent smile as him and has the charm to match it, and, really, who is Tom to deny his daughter from spending time with him? She’s his entire world.

“Tom! Great to see you. Sorry for the late call…”

Tom’s quick to switch on, and for the first few minutes of the interview, he manages to stay on track. The strong mug of tea on his desk helps to stave off the fatigue that so restlessly wants to unfurl throughout him. The journalist is asking decent questions, which always makes it easier.

After about ten minutes, the door to Tom’s office wobbles. Midway through a question, Tom spares it no thought, not paying attention at all until it swings open completely. He jumps, falling silent and feeling a cool sense of dread sweep across him as the door moves completely by itself. His house is new. It’s recently built. There’s no way that it’s haunted… Right?

“--Tom? Are you still there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Tom opens and closes his jaw, then very carefully and slowly stands from his office chair. When his eyes fall on the small, tottering figure of Rosie, he feels a warm blend of relief and embarrassment swirl through his chest.

“Rosie? What are you doing, darling?”

Tom sits back down, briefly saying a few words to the patient journalist before opening up his arms for his daughter. Rosie drags her feet across the floor, her bed of thick curls a mess and her deep brown eyes tired. She’s pouting, but when she sees Tom’s hands are open and waiting, her small lips quirk into a toothy smile.

“Daddy!” she exclaims, small voice a squeak. She throws herself into Tom’s lap, curling her tiny arms around his torso and burrowing her face into his chest as a deep chuckle leaves Tom’s lips. She’s warm and smells of laundry detergent, and Tom absently runs the tip of his index over her blue and red printed pyjamas. “Why you in here, daddy?”

Tom stills, his hand pausing on the back of her head as he stops playing with her hair and remembers he’s still connected to a journalist. An embarrassed smile finds his lips as he redirects his attention to the man.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, speaking lowly. “My daughter, she…” Tom breaks off, glancing down at Rosie. She’s peering up at him with curious eyes. “Well, I’ll put her back to bed, then I’ll come back. I’m--”

“No!” Rosie’s lower lip starts to wobble, and tears pool in her eyes. “Stay with you.”

Tom arches a brow, trying to fend off a tantrum with soft tones and gentle words. “Darling,” he starts, voice low, “I’m on a work call. It’s very important. I’ll be back in ten minutes, okay?”

His daughter shakes her head, reaching up and curling her fists around the front of his designer shirt. Tom sighs, briefly glancing up at the ceiling. He tries to think of a way to explain to his exhausted daughter that she needs to play nice and go back to sleep, but it’s difficult when she’s pouting up at him like that. Tom is completely gone for her, and everyone in his family knows it, Rosie included.

In the end, Tom’s decision gets made for him.

“Tom?” the journalist pipes up. “It’s fine. You can keep her in here for the rest of the interview if you want. I only have a few more questions to ask.”

Tom releases a breath, tilting his head slightly to the side as he looks at the screen. “Are you sure, dude? I can… I can take her out.”

“I’m already keeping you up at 2am, so it’s fine. Just call it evens.”

He thinks on it for a moment before nodding. Tom knows that if he takes Rosie back to bed, the only thing that’ll prevent her from padding back to his office is you. You’re six months pregnant, and Tom doesn’t want to disturb you.

“Rosie,” Tom murmurs. “The nice man said you can stay, but you’ll need to be quiet, okay?”

She nods her head quickly, smiling widely. “Okay.”

The interview continues, and Tom’s nerves are quick to fade. For a while, Rosie sits in his lap, nimble fingers playing with one of the toy trucks Tom keeps sitting on his desk, her mouth releasing small sounds of narration as she zooms the toy over the front of the desk. Tom’s relieved when she tires of that and curls into him, pushing her face back into his front and hanging on as her eyes shut.

Through the screen, Tom can see just how much of her figure is in the frame, but it doesn’t seem to be an issue. He answers the rest of his questions with his daughter cuddled up against him, one of his hands holding the back of her head as the other sits at the bottom of her spine. Every few minutes, he leaves an absent kiss to the top of her head, and each time she makes a noise in her sleep, his smile quirks wider.

“Thanks so much, Tom. This has been an honour,” the interviewer finishes.

Tom nods, speaking quieter as Rosie’s gentle snores fill the quiet space. “Thanks, man. Talk soon.”

The call disconnects a few moments later, and Tom reaches forward to close the lid of his laptop. With a sigh, he sits back in his office chair, weary eyes falling shut.

“Daddy?”

Tom cracks open an eye, grimacing when Rosie reaches up and tugs on his hair.

“Yes, darling?”

“Sleep now?”

He nods, a tired smile on his face.

“‘Course, love.” Tom dips down and kisses the top of her head, his heart clenching in his chest as she makes a sound of agreement. “Bedtime.”

#can't stop thinking abt him + his fake daughter...help :')#tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader blurb #dad!tom #dad!tom holland #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader fluff #dad!tomfic #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.sfw #spideybrie

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duskholland · 4 years

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I've been thinking thought, imagine being ab actress and together with Tom and you have to pretend that you're not together but you're filming a movie together and there's a sex scene in it and you're in bed and u der blankets and all and everyone thinks that you're just pretending to have sex but, well.

oooooooft this is...hot.

nsfw! 18+ thank you :)) extended warnings beneath the cut but this is pretty filthy...

warnings: unprotected mxf sex, public sex, sex tape (...? kinda. you’ll see lmao)

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When the director had asked for a convincing performance, you’re sure they hadn’t envisioned this:

You and Tom, tangled up in the sheets, cameras whirring around the two of you as you actually have sex.

He’s lodged in you deep, your fingers clasped together above your head, held there by one of his strong hands. Tom’s other arm is beside your head, supporting his weight as he comes down on you, again and again, thrusting quickly and with purpose. Strands of his messy hair stick to your skin, hot from exertion, and you’re moaning loudly.

“So good for me,” he says, enunciating clearly. His voice is tilted with an American accent. “So responsive, baby.”

You throw your head back, as scripted, but you’re glad for the release. You can feel a climax tickling your lower stomach, slowly being coaxed to the surface, and whilst you’d normally be all for it, the circumstances just now are different. Usually, when you’re getting fucked into the mattress by your doting boyfriend, it’s on your terms. Today you just so happen to be on-set, filming a sex scene in character, surrounded by cameras and stage lights. It’s a closed-set, so there aren’t many people around, but they’re still there, and if you were to cast your eyes away from Tom, you’d see them, watching you.

It was his idea, the cheeky fucker. You’ve already run through the scene five times, and in the break between the fourth and fifth, Tom had whispered a few dirty words that’d made you aroused beyond reproach:

“Should we do it for real? Hmm? They’re not going to know, darling… Can just be our little secret.”

He’d sealed the deal with a kiss, and then you’d both discreetly ditched the underwear you’d been dry humping in. Before the cameras had started rolling, he’d opened you up with a few fingers, and by the time the director had yelled Action!, Tom was in you, for real. And it’s filthy.

The fact that you could both be caught at any moment sets you on edge in the best way possible. You know logically that there’s no way anyone could know - there’s at least two layers of sheets and several metres between you and the crew - but that doesn’t stop you from imagining it - especially when Tom drops his voice down low and whispers into your ear,

“Such an eager little thing, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you in front of all of these people.”

You bite back a moan, gnawing over your lower lip as you shift on the bed, back threatening to arch. Thankfully your line follows your inner dialogue, and you rasp out a loud, concise, “No one fucks me like you.”

Tom chuckles, and his hand presses your fingers further into the bed. Your entire body is on fire, covered in a hot slick of sweat that only comes after several long, intense minutes of feeling him in you. You can’t imagine what it’s like for Tom. He’s been slightly more erratic in his thrusts for ages now, gritting his teeth, face flushed, and you know him well enough to recognise the changes in his pace indicate he’s repeatedly been edging closer and closer. The idea of him cumming into you - shooting his shot and painting your walls white on film makes you cling to him harder.

“Perfect, you two. Let’s just run through the climax one final time,” calls the director.

Tom stops rocking into you, stilling with his cock lodged deep inside your passage. You whimper as he alters the position, compliant with the script. He releases your hands, and you eagerly bring them down to wrap around his chest.

“Can’t fucking wait to cum in you,” he mutters, voice low and raspy. His eyes are blown wide, wild and intense, raging with arousal. Tom strokes a few fingers over your cheek, still whispering so the microphone above you doesn’t pick up the words. “Cunt’s feeling so fucking snug around me, love.”

You shiver, and you feel your walls clench around him.

“Action!”

He’s a man on a mission, Tom’s grip on your face becoming slippery as he urges you towards the finishing line. He’d been teasing you between scenes - rolling his fingers over your clit, rubbing you to edge after edge - and that’s wound you up to the point where you’re on the verge of climax, just from his length thrusting into you, his pelvis rubbing briefly against your bud. The contact is light, but it’s enough.

You can’t remember your lines, but you can vaguely grasp at the tone, and decide to roll with it.

“Fill me up,” you whine. Your eyes are shut, and you can feel him everywhere, the tip of his flushed cock hard against your g-spot, his shaft stimulating your passage. The pressure on your clit, his lips on your neck. “Ruin me.”

Tom’s face falls to the crook of your neck, and you feel his teeth dig into the skin of your shoulder as he shudders. You feel him pulse inside you, shooting his load into you, and the action of him climaxing with such low, breathless groans makes you follow suit, your back arching up against him as you spasm. You moan softly, your fists grabbing at his back as you wind down together, feeling his cock pressing his seed deeper into you until you’re whimpering.

“And cut! Wow, you two. That was convincing.”

Tom looks up to meet your eyes, and he shoots you a wink.

“We’re very good actors,” he calls back, a cocky smirk on his face. You chuckle, nodding in agreement.

“Method actors, now,” you add, quietly. Tom squeezes your cheek and leans up to kiss your nose.

“Don’t know how we’re going to explain the stained sheets, though.”

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